i think m gonna put my baggy sweats on and rest my dildo up against my cunnie and see how long I can last till I have to play with my princess parts >///<
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Trigger Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, BDSM, Sub/Dom, CNC Kink, Use of Safewords, Roleplay, Knifeplay, Oral (Female Receiving)
A/N: Thanks to @constantwriter85 for reading this and for giving me the courage to post it.
Shuri laid in the dark of her palace bedroom unaware that she was being watched. In the far corner of the room stood the Winter Soldier. He took some time to observe her, after all she had no idea he was there. She thought she was safe, but the locks on the doors and windows were no match for someone of his talents. Even the palace security systems and her own personal security systems didn’t stop him when he decided to pay her a visit.
He watched the princess as she slept, no idea that she was about to come face to face with the boogyman. After a few minutes he makes his way over to the bed and sits down. The motion causing Shuri to awaken. Just as her mouth opens, his hand covers it and the index finger of his other hand going to his lips in a shushing motion.
“You’re my mission. Understand?” He asked, his voice muffled and distorted coming from behind the face mask.
“Yes.” She replied trying to calm her breathing.
“Good. Now why don’t we start by you taking off that pretty little nightie for me.” By the tone of his voice she knew it wasn’t a request. She moved slowly not wanting her movements to agitate him.
Her hand slowly moves to draw one strap down her arm and then the other.
“Too slow Princess.” In one motion, a knife appears and before she can react, her nightgown is cut open and ripped away from her body. She shivers as the air in the room hits her exposed skin. Giving her a minute to recover, he picks her up lays her flat on the bed clothed only in a pair of lacy white panties.
“Why princess what adorable panties you have. If I touch them are they going to be wet?” Leaning down close to her ear, he whispers, “For what I have planned for you, you better hope they are.” He takes a finger and moves to run it across the lacy band at the top and then with one jerk of his finger, the panties shred and she’s left completely bare.
“Such a pretty pussy. Has anyone ever had it before?” He takes a finger and lightly traces his finger from one nipple down to where she’s doing her best to keep her legs closed. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” She whispers.
He didn’t like that answer and taking his metal hand pushes her legs open. Staring down at her wetness, he removes his mask and tosses it to the side. Licking his lips he bends down and draws one slow lick up her folds, stopping when he gets to her swollen bud. Taking his lips he kisses it. Raising himself up he takes two metal fingers and inserts them inside curving them as they go. Shuri gasps and raises up off the bed, only to find herself pushed back down. Pulling his fingers out of her, he licks them clean.
“Oh Princess I can’t wait any longer.” Taking his legs he spreads her apart and unzips his pants. Her eyes go wide as he pulls out his cock. It was long and thick. The head was swollen and an angry red. Precum ran down the side. She got no warning before he took the head and put it inside her giving her a second to adapt and then pushed in all the way. She makes a noise that almost sounds distressful and he stops and pulls out.
“Doll are you okay? I hurt you. Damn it. I knew I would hurt you. I knew this was a bad idea.” Bucky sits up and pushes himself to the other side of the bed with his back to her.
Getting up she crawls over to him and wraps her arms around him from behind.
“Buck. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. It just stretched me a little more than it normally does. I’m fine. I was enjoying it. I promise. I knew our word for me to use. We talked about this. If I really got scared, or wanted to stop I would have used it.” She kisses his shoulder. “I was really into it and I think you were too.”
“‘I was enjoying parts of it, but I just can’t do it again. Okay? I’m sorry, its just too real for me.” He pulls her into his lap and holds her.
“No need to apologize love. We only do things that both of us enjoy. You were willing to try and we did. I love you. Now how about we go to bed and I’ll hold you?” She reaches up and kisses him.
“I love you too doll. Sounds good. Let me get these clothes off.” Standing up Shuri watches as he removes each article of clothing and kicks them over to the corner. Coming back to bed, he picks Shuri up and moves her to the middle and lays her down. She opens her arms and he doesn’t hesitate to move into them. She wraps them around him and kisses the top of his head.
((NSFW!!! smut, cheating, heavy coercion, love-bombing and “i love you”, praise, daddy kink, breeding, pregnancy mention, blowjob, face fucking, fingering, unprotected sex obviously, cuddles))
Author’s Note: I know this blog is pretty much a ghost town, I rarely post anymore and I’m sorry about that! My life has been so crazy and busy but if you’d like to know what I’m up to nowadays you can always follow me on Instagram at @insomniacauden :) I’m going to be completely honest with you, this fanfic was written 100% out of self-indulgence, but after consulting with a friend, she encouraged me to upload it in any chance you might also enjoy. Very much Saudade vibes, the reader is cheating on her long-term boyfriend Josh Dun with the ever-so-tempting Brendon Urie. There are a lot of continuity errors written simply to fit my own personal narrative, but just ignore it or assume it’s up for your own interpretation lol. I love and miss you all, and for new readers who have no idea what the fuck I’m rambling on about, ignore this long ass prologue and just enjoy!!!
Moonlight seeped through the edges of your curtains, illuminating your figure that laid in bed. Wrapped in blankets, eyelids fluttered to a close, chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath, you slept in peace. Living alone was quiet, mundane, and sometimes lonely, but it brought about a certain serenity throughout your home. There was little to no disturbance, you stayed up in a studio apartment in New York City all on your own, didn’t have many guests or visitors, and mostly kept to yourself. Your boyfriend lived on the other side of the country, recording songs and playing shows for millions of kids across the nation. Sure, you loved him, and wanted more than anything to be with him, but for now you needed space. You were working on finishing up your college degree and he was writing an album with his best friend. You were both success driven and had agreed your relationship needed to be put on pause for the sake of your careers.
Josh was pretty great as far as boyfriends go, he was attentive and caring, but also outgoing and charming all the same. His hair color changed as often as the seasons, his face adorned with an array of piercings, limbs decorated in vibrant tattoos, and a smile that could light up the room- he was irresistible, really. Most would call it love at first sight, but you just called it destiny. Despite any of your arguments or insecurities, everything always worked out in the end, and your relationship became stronger than ever. His best friend Tyler had described you as the best thing that had ever happened to him, especially after his last brutal breakup, and his mother constantly joked that you two were conjoined at the hip. So going long distance for the first time since you two had started the relationship was definitely rough, especially when conflicting time zones were involved.
You felt a dip in the mattress behind you, and you sighed softly, slightly stirring in your sleep. “Hmm?” you began to flutter your eyes open when you felt the sheets rise up and fall back down, a warm figure behind you, their body pressing up against yours. “Josh, is that you?” You wouldn’t know who else it could possibly be. Still intoxicated with slumber, you assumed perhaps your boyfriend had flown the distance to see you because he had missed you, a surprise perhaps, but it was the voice who responded that scared you more.
“You couldn’t possibly think it was really him, could you?” a deep gravely voice chuckled from behind you, sliding his hand over your bare hip and gripping it tightly, holding you firmly in place as he pressed up against you more, his plump lips grazing against your ear as he whispered.
“B-Brendon?” you stammered and he instantly tightened his grip around your waist, making you freeze.
“Miss me?” he responded coyly and you instantly shoved his hand off your waist, turning around in bed, any sleepiness within you now drained from your system. Here he was, only centimeters from you, barely clothed in your bed, dark hair and even darker eyes alluring you. You hadn’t thought of him in months. You could have sworn you locked the door. Thoughts raced in your mind as you doubted whether or not this was even real.
“What are you doing here?” you inquired, terrified and infatuated all the same. His lips looked so big and pink and soft, his eyes warm and inviting, his hair tousled and messy, the five o’clock shadow outlining his jaw- you wanted nothing more than to touch him. No. That was wrong. You had to defend yourself, defend him. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Do you now?” Brendon mused. “I don’t seem to see him around.”
“He’s in Ohio,” you struggled to respond, muscling through the lump caught in your throat. “Recording the album with Tyler.”
“Ah…” he drew out the reaction slowly, eyes flickering down to your lips before arriving above to meet your gaze again. “That’s a shame, I had assumed you would have been a priority. I always had thought you to be.”
“I am,” you insisted, but he closed his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly, hiding a dangerous sort of smile.
“Darling, if you were, it would be him in this bed right now instead of me,” he argued, reaching a hand up to touch your cheek.
“This is wrong…” you attempted to look away, breaking from his gaze, but his fingers caught your chin and lifted your face to remain poised across from his.
“You don’t really think he’s going to stick around, now do you?” he dared to ask, gaze piercing yours. “He’s simply going to hurt you, going to leave, going to break your heart just like all the boys you’ve loved before. They all come and go, darling. Each and every one of them. Even Josh.” His face leaned in close to yours, nose brushing the top of your lip before nudging upwards, his warm breath against your mouth, barely pressing into a kiss. “But you know I’ll always be here. From before your first boyfriend to after your very last, I’ll always love you. I’ll never leave.”
Without thinking, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips up against his, just to entertain the thought of the sensation of his mouth on yours. His body instantly gravitated towards you, the warmth of his chest radiating into you, the mess of your legs slowly becoming tangled together, his hands reaching behind your head to pull you closer to him. His tongue parted your lips and slowly entered, sliding against your tongue, an indescribable wave of heat flooding over you. You had never done anything like this with Brendon, only temptations of the idea lingering in your dreams as you thought of the man who seemed to follow wherever you went. Brendon was like a shadow in your mind, always with you, always watching, ready to be there whenever you needed him. But you didn’t need him now, did you?
Slowly reeling back into your senses, you faltered, pulling away, and he pressed his palms into the small of your back, almost as if physically pleading. “Bren…” your voice trailed off now and you pressed your lips together, silently cursing yourself for even kissing him, caught in a war between yourself. You shut your eyes tight, almost hoping he would disappear once you reopened them. He didn’t.
“You want this, y/n. I know you do,” he murmured, fingertips barely grazing against your spine, making you tremble. He was so warm, and inviting, those eyes boring into you, almost entrancing.
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t,” you confessed through a mumble, trying to look for an answer within his gaze, but finding none. Guilt coursed through your body, eating you alive.
“I would tell you that he doesn’t need to know,” Brendon begins, dipping his hand down the small of your back into the fabric of your panties, eliciting a gasp when he squeezes your ass tight, sinking his fingernails into your flesh. “But truthfully, maybe he does. It would speed up the process, perhaps he could break up with you now, save you the heartbreak to come later.”
Flinching at his words, you paused, guilt panging in your heart. “D-do you really think that?” you inquired hesitantly. “That he’s going to leave me?”
“Oh darling, if he wasn’t before, he definitely is going to now,” he simply laughs, giving your ass another squeeze as he lower his mouth to your ear and his voice to a growl. “Especially after I fuck a baby into that tight little pussy of yours.”
Both your eyes go wide, an immediate warmth rushing to your core. “Brendon I… I really don’t think… I’m not on any… You shouldn’t-” you stammer, rendered speechless, unable to process what he’s told you.
“Oh, but I am,” he croons, his low voice making your body quiver as he holds you in place. “I’m going to fuck your pretty face, and then after you get my cock nice and hard and wet with your sweet sloppy little tongue, then I’ll pound that pussy until I’ve worked myself so deep inside of you, I just can’t bring myself to pull out.”
“What about J-Josh?” you frantically tried to read his gaze and he seemed almost amused.
“What about Josh?” he tossed the question back at you coyly. “All that talk of breeding you and he never really did, did he? Empty promises I presume, among many others.”
“I’m not ready to be pregnant,” you argue, voice wavering with uncertainty. “T-that’s why we never- I never let him-”
“Ah but you wanted it, didn’t you?” Brendon mused, running his hand up and down the length of your back, dark eyes boring into you. “Deep down, I know how desperately you wanted it. Just like you want this.”
“Just because you want something doesn’t mean you should have it,” you swallowed roughly, trying to pull yourself back into reality, though his touch alone was simply intoxicating.
“But you deserve it, love,” he insisted with a chaste kiss to the forehead. “I want to be able to give you something you’ve never had, something nobody else has been able to give you, something…” He stops, searching for the right words, his lips pursed together in concentration. “Something that is proof of my love for you.”
“I know you love me, Bren,” you whispered, reaching a hand up to caress his face. “You don’t ever need to prove that to me, you know.”
“I know,” he resonated slowly. “But I want to.”
“Well…” you hesitated, and he began to bring his lips back again towards yours.
“It’s a question of desire, darling. And I desire nothing but you.”
He was right. He always had. All your other relationships, including the one you had with Josh, it contained history. Messy, brutal, heart wrenching confessions and catastrophes of all the people they have had a taste of before, messily carved into the bedpost, keeping some sort of score in the back of your mind, a constant comparison. But with Brendon, it was never like that. There hadn’t even seemed to be some sort of beginning, nor end, no past, or future. The mutual desire between the two of you simply always had been, there was no question about it. And despite whomever you had lured into your bed or perhaps crawled into theirs, at the end of the day, Brendon was always waiting for you. You almost owed it to him.
“Why?” you dared yourself to ask aloud. “Why are you always still here? Even after I choose everyone but you?”
“Because, love…” his eyes softened as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. “I was made for you.”
Staring up at him, the heat of your bodies pressed up against each other underneath your sheets, you seemed to be at war with yourself. One part of you, your brain, was screaming that you had already done plenty wrong and you needed to stop before things progressed worse. But the other part of you, your body, it felt ever so drawn towards Brendon, a certain craving as though you’ve never needed anything in your life more desperately than this. You bit your lower lip, eyes grazing over his features, noting the dark lust in his expression and his parted lips waiting for another kiss. Suddenly, you felt a certain wetness dripping between your legs and your mind seemed to go blank. “What do I need to do to please you?” you exhaled.
“There’s my good girl,” his soft smile broke out into a mischievous grin. “Kiss me, darling.”
And so you did. Leaving all your inhibitions and reservations behind, you devoured his lips, the taste of whiskey and peppermint and nicotine and something sultry on his tongue now seeping onto yours. His mouth trailed onto your jaw and down to your neck, causing you to tilt your head up, sighs spilling from your lips as he sucked at your skin, nipping slightly with his teeth, somehow situating himself above you. Instinctually, you parted your legs and he rested his hips between yours, and you gasped once you felt his length press against your core. The friction alone was almost enough to make you come. “Brendon…” you whimpered as he began to grind against you, leaving hickeys down your neck, kissing down towards your breasts.
“Take this off,” he ordered, tugging up at your loose shirt, and so you swiftly did, leaving yourself in nothing but your panties now. He slowly drank you in, rough palms making their way up your sides as he scooped your chest inwards, squeezing hard at your tits and a smile slowly creeping at the corner of his lips as he pinched your nipples. His eyes flickered up to yours.
“What?” you suddenly became self-conscious, worried something was wrong.
“Oh nothing…” he gently reassured. “Just thinking about how big and swollen your breasts will be when they fill up with milk after I’ve bred you.” The words alone made your stomach double and he chuckled darkly, pinching your nipples harder before squeezing at your tits once again. “You won’t have to worry about any overflow, I’ll gladly take care of that.”
“Bren-” you gasped as he caught one of your breasts in his mouth, suckling you harshly, causing your eyes to nearly roll to the back of your head. You buried your hand in his hair, tugging at his dark locks and hissing as he bit down hard on your nipple, then quickly flicked his tongue over the tender spot to make the pain fade away. “Careful, baby.”
“I’ll be as careful as I want to be,” he retorted, mouth switching towards the other as he roughly groped you, his erection now brushing against your clit and making you needier than ever.
“I need you,” you whined. “Please, daddy.”
“That’s right,” he licked his lips as he came up to meet his tongue with yours once again, kissing you sloppily as one hand swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair. He tugged hard, eliciting another gasp from you, and smirked. “Keep calling me daddy and I’ll make you a mommy by the end of the night.”
“Fuck…” your legs trembled and he lifted himself up off of you, causing you to unintentionally whine at the loss of contact between your legs.
“Off the bed. On your knees,” he commanded. “Now.”
“Y-yes sir,” you managed to reply, shakily getting up from off the bed and finding your way towards the floor, kneeling down for him. He sat on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs, studying you carefully, watching your big needy eyes look up at him with longing and desperation. He ran a hand through his messy hair and hummed with approval. His cock was fully erect now, head peeking out from underneath the waistband, and your mouth watered as you watched him slowly palm himself through the fabric. You knew what was coming next.
“I just find it funny…” Brendon began, still slowly toying with himself over his boxers. “That moments ago, you were so hesitant to even kiss me, spewing excuses and insisting on how wrong this all was, acting so confused and shy and worried.” He chuckled as he stood up from the edge of the bed and slid his boxers down, exposing himself and letting his cock spring free, watching as your eyes dilated, fixed on the sight. “And now when I tell you to get on your knees for me, there isn’t even a pause before I’m being told an eager ‘yes sir,’ hmmm? That’s an interesting development if you ask me.” He steps out from his boxers and moves towards you, his erection fully exposed and inches from your face now, and you can see the precum dripping from his slit already. “So, I’m not going to order you around this time, darling. Instead, I’m going to ask.” He pumps himself a couple times for good measure and then looks down at your longing eyes, already fully knowing the answer. “That’s only fair, right? To give you a choice, no?” You slowly nod, gaze locked with him. “Good girl. Now do you want to suck my cock or not?”
“Yes sir,” you quickly answered, reverting your gaze back towards his hand wrapped around his length, staring in a daze as you watched the precum dripping down the head. “I want to suck your cock so bad.”
“That’s what I thought,” he hummed, taking another step towards you until the head of his cock was pressed up against your lips. “Now be a good little slut and open up wide.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You did as told, opening your mouth and allowing the head of his member to push past your lips, slowly licking at his slit before flattening your tongue and sliding underneath, taking in more. His hands gathered your hair, bunching it up into a makeshift ponytail with his hands, then readjusting into a firmer grip until he could control your movements simply with the flick of his wrist. “God…” you moaned around his cock in your mouth as you took him deeper, starting to gag as you felt him reaching the back of your throat, eyes watering.
“Keep it up good girl,” he soothed. “You’re doing such a good job for me. Take my dick in your mouth, take all that you can, there you go. Be a good little slut for me. I know you can do it.”
“Fuck-” you caught yourself choking as he shoved the rest of himself inside of you, head fully hitting the back of your throat as his balls slapped against your chin, and you heard him let out a deep groan, knowing this was just the beginning. He couldn’t hear your feeble protests between you gagging around his cock and quite literally choking, tears beginning to fall down your face as he gripped your hair harder and guided you back and forth, slowly fucking your mouth.
“God that feels so fucking good,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your head as he began to pick up the pace, his dick ramming into your throat over and over again, causing you to full on sob at this point. He simply laughed when he looked down at you, the pleasure overtaking him, condescending tone now replacing his sweet praises. “That’s right you fucking slut, cry for me. What’s wrong? Is my cock too big for your little mouth? I thought you wanted this.” He shoved harder and deeper, your desperate attempt to give yourself some slack quickly foiled as he tugged at fistfuls of your hair and forced you to deepthroat him, holding you there for several seconds, suffocating you before eventually pulling all the way out. “Fuck, you took my entire cock in your mouth, you fucking whore.” You coughed violently, drool dripping down your chin and onto your breasts as you desperately wheezed for air, eyes stinging with tears as he laughed even more. “Pathetic though, seeing as you didn’t even let me finish.”
“I’m s-sorry, s-s-sorry,” you struggled to stammer out, still catching your breath, salty aftertaste on your tongue. No, he didn’t finish, but you could tell he came close. You could taste it.
“That’s okay,” he insisted, caressing your face and reaching his open palms out to help you stand. “I didn’t want to finish in your mouth anyways. I have other plans for you tonight, darling.”
“Bren…” your voice trailed off as he helped you onto your feet and tugged your panties down your legs. He guided you to step out of them and then went to kiss you again before noticing how close you were to your breaking point, your legs weak and sore, mouth and throat fucked raw, underwear now completely soaked with your wetness. He took a moment to simply hug you, palm pressing into your back softly with one hand and petting your hair with the other, comforting you like a small child, hushing you until your tears mostly subsided.
“Hey, you did a good job, babydoll,” he whispered softly into your ear, voice turning sweet again. “It’s okay. Shh, it’s alright. Come here.” He held you there in the quiet and stillness of your bedroom, the darkness shrouding you both, the moonlight from behind the curtains still cascading onto your mattress as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Let’s lay down on the bed, sweetheart.”
“O-okay,” you hiccupped, slowly able to catch your breath and tears drying against your cheeks as he scooped you up into his arms and placed you on the mattress carefully. He hovered above you for a moment before getting comfortable, laying his body down atop of yours, erection hard and wet and pressed against your stomach, his forehead against your own, lips barely touching.
“Are you alright, love?” he checked, and you could sense the worry in the way he furrowed his brow and pressed his lips together, genuinely wondering if he took it too far.
“I’m okay,” you insisted. “I just…” You stopped yourself, genuinely curious as to where this was going. He was right. In the past, Josh had talked about breeding you, even fucked you as though he had meant to, but there was always a stopping point. He was never serious about it, it wasn’t the reality you two had agreed upon, or could possibly even entertain. Especially now that you were long distance. You had taken birth control, or even a Plan B afterwards, or just toyed with the idea as he came inside a condom. But the way Brendon was talking, and from the seriousness in his voice, you had a feeling this wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. He was being for real.
Seeming to have read your mind, Brendon nodded, dark brown eyes boring into yours, his cock seeming to press harder into your abdomen. “I’m serious, darling,” he murmured. “I will, if you’ll let me. You just have to give in.”
“I’m scared, Brendon,” you confessed, tears nearly welling up in your eyes once more. “I’m not on any birth control, and I’m so young, and I’ve never done something like this before, and what about Josh, what will I tell him once he finds out, what if he-”
“Just trust me,” he held your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before looking at you longingly. “Don’t worry about any of that. Forget about Josh. Forget about your worries. I just want you to focus on me right now. Focus on us. On what feels good. On what you want. Okay?” Still nervous, your gaze wandered towards the door, as if your boyfriend would walk in and catch you in the act any second, and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, tilting your head back up to meet his gaze. “Do you want this?”
“So badly,” you allowed yourself to barely whisper in response.
“Then it’s okay,” Brendon reassured. “Darling, I love you. And I just want you to give me the chance to prove that to you. Give me a reason for you to choose me for once. Forget about the rest of the world. Trust me. Please.”
“Bren…” you still hesitated, terrified.
“Do you love me?” he wondered. You nodded. “Then let me. Please.”
Without saying a word, you simply parted your legs and he sighed with relief, one of his hands cupping the warmth between your legs. He hummed, letting one of his fingers press up against your wetness, gathering it towards your clit and gently rubbing in circles, causing you to whimper. “It can’t possibly be wrong if it feels this good, no?” he mused, sliding his finger down and adding another, toying at your entrance before pushing in, causing you to moan. “Good girl. That’s right. Let me try and stretch you out before I fuck you with my cock. God, you’re tight.” Your walls clenched around his fingers as he swirled them inside of you, collecting your juices and pumping in and out before adding a third, attempting to stretch you open wider. You whined at the sensation and he kissed your neck in hopes of comforting you, meanwhile slowly bucking his hips up and grinding his cock against your thigh.
“I need you,” you begged. “Please Bren, I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you so bad. Please fuck me.”
“I don’t know…” he teased, toying at your clit once again, rubbing in frantic circles as your body shuddered underneath him. “Like you said, what would Josh think?”
“I don’t care about him, I want you, I need you,” you sputtered without thinking, heat building up in your core as he pinched your clit, making you cry out.
“That’s right babygirl, tell me how much you want me,” he growled, positioning his cock at your entrance, gathering your wetness with his head.
“I need you so bad, Brendon,” you whined. “I have to have you inside of me, I want you to fuck me, I need it, I need you.”
“You want me to fuck a baby inside of you?” he asked, dark lust filled eyes staring into yours, searching for approval.
“Yes, please, fuck yes,” you nodded frantically. He gripped your hips tightly and closed his eyes, groaning as he slowly entered you, making you gasp in pleasure and shock. He carefully filled you inch by inch, and as you had remembered from sucking him off earlier, you could feel just how long and thick he was stretching you out. You hooked your legs around his waist as you pulled him in deeper, gasping for air as you sheathed his length completely, his face buried in your neck and making the most beautiful collection of noises.
“Fuck darling…” he struggled to catch his breath before he slowly drew himself out, then pushed all the way back in, lips catching yours. Your kissed passionately, him working his way in and out of you until he found a steady rhythm, carefully stretching out your walls and pushing deeper, working his way inside of you. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
“As do you,” you panted, legs still locked around his waist, drawing him in and letting him pull out before sliding him into you once again. The sensation was absolutely euphoric. He slid in and out of you with ease, building up your wetness, until he pulled out and roughly grabbed you by the hips.
“Turn around, ass up,” he ordered, and you did as told, him spanking you roughly in return. “Good girl.” He positioned himself at your entrance and shoved himself into you all at once, the new position making your head spin, and you screamed into the pillow in pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth against your ass, fucking you harder and faster, and you could feel him going deeper as he did so.
“Please don’t stop daddy,” you pleaded as you felt your walls start to clench around him, nearing orgasm. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, please, I want you to come for me,” Brendon agreed, reaching his hand towards your pussy and rubbing at your clit, making you whine as you adhered to his movements, fucking yourself on his dick. “Be a good girl and come for daddy.” His words practically unraveled you and you cried into the pillow once again as you felt yourself give way, walls tightening and contracting sporadically before finally releasing around his shaft, wetness dripping down your legs, the rush of the high overwhelming your senses, but he kept relentlessly fucking you. “Oh god, babygirl, fuck…”
“It feels so good,” you whimpered, senses overwhelmed as you felt his thrusts become more desperate and messy, and in that moment, reality hit you all at once, realizing what was about to happen. “Wait, w-wait Brendon wait-”
“What?” he seethed, suddenly stopping, and you froze, terrified.
“I just… I want to look at you when you do it,” you insisted breathily, still shaking post orgasm, trying to turn around to face him despite your position. His cruel expression softened, the anger of you ruining his orgasm when he was so close starting to fade away. “Please, let me turn around so I can be closer to you when you come inside me. I want to look into your eyes while it happens.”
He paused, unclenching his jaw. “Okay, you’re right. Give me a second, okay princess?” he complied, pulling out of you and letting you turn onto your back, smiling softly as your legs wrapped around his waist once again. “I have a better idea though.” He took your legs and hooked them around his shoulders instead, positioning yourself differently. “This way I’m even deeper.”
“Thank you, Brendon,” you whispered and he pressed a kiss to your lips gently.
“Anything for you, darling,” he smiled as he pushed himself deep inside you with no warning, gaining a loud moan from you, your head jolting back in ecstasy. He began to fuck you again, and each time he thrust into you he moved deeper and deeper, until you could feel the head of his cock hitting your cervix. “Fuck, I’m so deep…”
“Oh god,” you clawed your fingernails down his back to cope with the feeling of him ramming into you like that, him gaining momentum and going faster, deeper, and harder, each thrust becoming more animalistic and needy. “Please, please I need you…”
“I’m going to cum so deep inside of you I get you pregnant on the first try,” he growled in your ear and you whined at his words, eyes widening as you felt one of his hands reach for your throat, gripping your neck and starting to choke you. “You belong to me, darling. You’re going to have my baby. No one else’s.” He choked you harder as he fucked you, your vision turning blurry and you gasping for air, and the moment he released his grip, he released inside of you. The sensation alone triggered your second orgasm.
Your vision turned white as you felt a certain warmth explode between your legs, a sticky thick liquid being shot deep inside of you, his cock twitching between your walls as he emptied his seed into your pussy, and you screamed into his chest as he let out a deep groan, nearly collapsing on top of you. He lazily thrust into you several times before turning limp, letting your pussy milk the very last drops out from his cock, and the weight of his sweaty body crushed you. You didn’t mind, you were too high off the pleasure to notice, the shock of knowing what had just happened, the sensation of his cum spilling inside of you and now coating your walls and dripping down your thighs, his cock growing soft but still resting inside of your cunt. You could have sworn he came right against your cervix too. Fuck.
The room went silent, nothing but the sound of both of you gasping for air and trying to slow your racing heartbeats filling the void of the darkened bedroom. Moonlight no longer seeped from behind the curtains and onto the mattress, but faint sunlight. Had it really been that long? The two of you were dripping in sweat, eyes closed, naked bodies limp and pressed up against each other, blankets strung about the bed, clothes scattered on the floor. His skin felt so soft and warm against you, you almost didn’t mind his entire body weight pinning you down to the mattress. Plus, you were still very much riding the lingering high of your second orgasm, and the feeling of his seed spilling out from between your legs had your head reeling. Several moments passed before he finally stirred, collapsing onto the bed beside you for several seconds before drawing you in, letting you take a turn to lay on top of him now. Still struggling to catch his breath, he hummed, running his fingers through your messy hair, and then kissing your forehead.
“Thank you, baby,” he mumbled breathlessly. “That felt so good. You felt so good.”
“No, thank you,” you insisted, clearing your throat at an attempt to speak clearly. “I feel so high right now I can barely think straight-” He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, drawing you in for a messy kiss, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine making out with him right now.
“I love you,” he whispered when he finally pulled away. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I love you too, Brendon,” you smiled softly back at him. He kissed you again, more forceful this time, and then sighed.
“You’re going to have my baby,” he reminded you, pressing a soft hand against your stomach. “We’re going to have a baby together.”
“Really?” you look at him, wide eyed, half terrified but half excited.
“Just you and me, love,” he reassured, nodding slowly. “I promise. I’ll fuck you a thousand times more until we get it right.”
“I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you laughed quietly, burying your face into his neck.
“Oh and believe me,” he chuckled, kissing you softly on the forehead. “Neither would I.”
handcuff me to the bedpost and make me ride you, drag your nails down my back and make gorgeous lasting marks while i whine around my gag as you fill me up
current dream: staying with a friend for a couple days. the first night i fuck myself on my own fingers, teasing myself for over an hour before i finally let myself cum and go to sleep
when i wake up im tied to the bed, wearing lingerie i know i don’t own. turns out my friend has a security system and thought i was such a pretty little whore they wanted to try me out themself
i’d love for someone to break in and fuck me while i sleep. i want him to watch me for a long time, looking at my naked body while i’m unconscious and stroking his cock, getting harder by the second. i’ll move in my sleep, opening my legs and exposing my tight little pussy, wet and ready for the taking. he finally has enough of watching and takes me, not caring how rough he is or if he wakes me up, all he wants is my wet pussy wrapped around his cock. i’ll wake up, moaning and whining for more as this stranger fucks me how he pleases. when he cums, it fills me up, and the sensation makes me cum around his cock!
I met this cocksleeve, Stephanie, online. She was one of those who loved to play out all sorts of fantasies behind her computer, never really having had the chance to do so in real life. Well, that was changing for her right now.
After a decent amount of back and forth, getting to “know” one another on Tumbler, Stephanie shared with me some of her deeper fantasies. One in particular really peaked my interest. She confessed to wanting to be kidnapped and rapped, unprotected, hopefully coming away from the adventure impregnated. Clearly the breeding urges of my own were all to anxious to see how much of this she really wanted.
After a little more time, I learned where she worked, what her overall daily routine consisted of, and more importantly, her address. I sent her a few fun things as gifts for being a good girl online. She had returned the favor with cute pictures and short videos of her playing with herself and the toys I bought her. Damn, she was definitely breeder material.
One night I asked, “Little Lady, how sure are you about your rape and impregnation fantasy?” I wanted to see her response one more time before planning my next steps.
She quickly replied, “Daddy, you’ve role played it so much with me online, I wish it was real. It makes me so wet thinking about some stranger taking me and using me as his cumdump.”
“Well, princess, maybe Daddy and you can meet up someday and play it out in person.”
“Really?! I would love to! I can’t think of anyone else I would want to breed me!”
I knew what I needed to do now. I was going to breed her, but she wasn’t going to know it was me. I was going fly up and wait outside her house for her to come back from work. She would think she’s coming home for another lonely weekend of talking with me online and playing out more of her fantasies digitally, not knowing in 4 weeks she would need to take a pregnancy test. Was it wrong? Of course, but I wanted to hear her beg me to stop, or not. We would see what she really wanted.
I drove the 6 hours up there Friday morning early and parked in a shopping center near her house. I then walked the remaining half mile or so into her neighborhood and snuck into her backyard through the alley. I knew when she got home she would likely come outside to sit on the back porch, waiting to talk with me, like she had done so many times before. Her home was fairly secluded in a decent area with larger lots. She had fucked herself with a few toys I had given more than once on the porch. Once she opened the backdoor, I would pounce.
As I waited, I messaged her like I normally would, “Little Lady, I hope you had a great day at work. Daddy misses you and can’t wait to share a new idea with his little kitten.”
Stephanie, soon to be my cocksleeve cumdump, messaged back, “Hi Daddy, today was horrible. I wish you were here so I could just let go and you could do whatever you wanted. I’m on my way home and can’t wait to chat then!” Little did she know what was in store for her tonight.
Sure enough, shortly after she got home she made her way to the backdoor. Thankfully the sun was already done and the lights from inside helped further hide my presence. I pulled my mask down and waited for her to open the door.
As the door swung open, I rushed her, grabbing her and wrapping her up in my arms, stifling her scream with one hand as I hauled her back inside. She did put up a pretty good fight. I whispered, “I’m only here for one reason, I’m going to fuck your cunt and make you my cocksleeve. Please, fight. It makes it more fun for me.”
She yelled something nonsensical into my hand as I took us down her hallway into her bedroom. Once there, she had stopped fighting as much, realizing how futile her efforts were. I came prepared, I pulled out zipties from my pocket, and while laying on-top of her, I proceeded to handcuff her arms to her metal bedrail. She started flailing screaming again so I clamped her mouth shut again with one hand, the other I used to slide her pants and panties down her legs, her fighting only egging me on.
By now there were tears in her eyes as she started to cry softly. I almost broke and was about to tell her it was me. But, I didn’t. This cocksleeve was mine. I didn’t owe it anything. I took my hand away from her mouth again, she didn’t yell. I proceeded to tie her legs up to the footrail, making sure its cunt was spread wide open.
Then, I took my pants off and started to climb back on top of it. I took one hand and snaked my way down to its fuckhole, realizing the cunt was dripping wet. It seems some part of my cocksleeve was in-fact enjoying what was about to happen. Not wanting to be completely focused on my own needs, I started to rub its clit ever so lightly, which made my cocksleeve moan very lowly. “It seems like my new cocksleeve likes a real man taking charge and using it as it was made. You’re nothing more than holes for me to play with. And, your dripping cunt seems to agree, you dirty slut.”
I slid my fingers inside it causing the slut to moan a bit louder. I worked its hole slowly, feeling its cunt only get wetter. I looked at its face through my mask and could tell it was nearing an orgasm. With that, I pulled my hand out of its hole and placed it over its mouth, making sure it could taste and smell its body’s own betrayal.
I worked my way in between its splayed legs, placing my cock at the slick entrance. Before sliding up inside it, I said, “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.” I started to slide up inside my new cumdump, “…mmm that’s tight. I’m going to enjoy dumping my load in your unprotected cunt.”
I started to slide all the way inside its tight fuckhole only to be greeted by it coming on my cock and moaning very loudly into my hand still covering her mouth. I hadn’t really even started and this cunt was cumming hard on my dick. I took my hand off its mouth as it was still cumming. “UGGGGHH, fuckkk! Please…please stop…” It didn’t sound too sincere and it wasn’t yelling at me.
I began pistoning in and out of its hot cunt. I leant down again and told her, “You’re my toy, you are nothing more than an object and I’m going to use it over and over tonight until its dripping with my seed from every hold.”
It did nothing more than moan louder as I hilted my cock inside its soaking wet twat. There were no more tears, only hedonistic noises coming from its face. I continued to pump in an out, building up intensity and one final thrust sent us both over the edge, “I’m fucking a baby inside my cocksleeve! Take my load, slut! AHH, ahh! FUCK YES!”
Its orgasm rocked through it hard, clamping down on my cock harder than I’ve ever felt a pussy do before. However, it still attempted to resist what was happening. It screamed, “FUCCKKKK! I don’t want to be your cocksleeve!” as it started to cum hard. “UGGH, Ugggh! Oh God! You’re making me cum again! I’m cumming on your cock! I can…ahhhh…ahhhh…feel your cock…fuck…cumming inside me! Please! STOP!” But, for all its verbal disagreements, I could feel its hips lifting off the bed grinding against my hips. Its body further betraying what it really wanted, raw, primal, fucking and impregnation.
After I finished dumping my load inside it, I collapsed on top of it, temporarily spent. I would fuck its cunt 5 more times that night before it passed out, each time it would attempt to verbally deny me while its body continued to grind against mine, soaking up load after load.
Once she was asleep, I cut the bindings on one hand and left the scissors nearby. I made my way out the back door, down the road to the shopping center to my car. I made sure during the night in between fuck sessions, to message her a few times, asking where she was and why she wasn’t responding, playing the part of pissed off Daddy. In my car, I took a moment to message one more time, “Little Lady, you’re usually really good about messaging me, I hope you’re alright and nothing bad has happened.” Then, I headed down the road back towards my town.
About half way home I started to receive message after message from her. “Daddy, something happened last night when I got home. I’m not sure what to do or how to feel. Please message me back quickly! I’m scared.”
I pulled over, messaged back, “What’s wrong, little lady? Daddy was worried.”
“Daddy, someone did something to me last night. Someone…broke into my house and…”
“Little lady, what happened?! DO I need to come up there now?!”
“Please, daddy. I need someone to help me make sense of what happened.”
“Daddy will be on the next flight up.”
I turned around and drove my car back to her local airport, parked and took a lyft to her house. Once I got there, she rushed me at the door, seeing me in person, for what she thought, was the first time, and wrapping her arms around my neck. she was in tears and but not sad tears, more confused and slightly scared mixed in.
We sat down in the living room and told me about what happened. Then she told me, “Daddy, I’m not sure what to think. He rapped me but, after the first few minutes, I realized I wanted it. It was all I could think about, him fucking me senseless. I feel wrong but a part of me wants it again. Is something wrong with me?”
“Baby girl, nothing is wrong with you. It sounds like he clearly used you, and you clearly liked it and maybe used him to play out your own desires. That doesn’t make you any less of a woman. It just means you know what your purpose in life is and you’re ok with that.”
With that, she leant over and kissed full on the lips. I never did kiss her last night, my mask was in the way. Her lips were supple, red, and flushed. We continued to make out on the couch, before she asked me, “Daddy, can you take me to my room and use me too? I want to be used again so badly. I want to fulfill my purpose of being your holes, your cumdump, Daddy.”
“Little lady, daddy will happily help you with your goals.”
Secret condom removal is so hot; consenting to have sex with someone on the promise they wear a condom, only for them to remove it and just breed your hole later on. The thought they would do this never crosses your mind, you trust them, you have no reason not to!
Yet, just as they’re about to come they pull out, quietly slipping the rubber off before slamming back into you. Of course you don’t notice, your mind can’t comprehend anything right now, only the lust to orgasm.
Their chest pressed heavily against your back as their cock pounds into you; your vision blurs with each slamming thrust of their cock, your orgasm taking over you as your arms are now being pinned down at your sides as they gruffly whisper into your ear, “I’m going to come so deep inside of this tight cunt, I’ll make sure to get you pregnant.”
Your brain freezes; their cock is so deep inside of you and their weight is far too much for you as you try to struggle. You kick and you cry, begging them not to come in you. “Please– please don’t come inside please please!” It’s futile; with each thrust his seed is being pounded further into you, fertilising your sopping pussy as he rapes his future kids into your womb. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Thinking about a guy forcibly pinning me down, my ass is up in the air; legs spread and boycunt exposed. He’s teasing me, his cock running up and down my slit, tip nudging at my entrance every so often.
I can’t help but whimper and whine; my hole aching, dripping wet and clenching around air. My hips trying desperately to rut back against him out of desperation, but it’s helpless, his hold on me is too tight. He groans and I can feel his grip tighten around my limbs once more, “Impatient little slut,” he says before forcing his length into my sopping boycunt without a second thought– it hurt.My unpreped hole suddenly stretched wide around this mans cock, it burned with each slamming thrust, his hips not failing to bang ruggedly against me as he bellows out his frustration with my impatience. I know I wanted this, needed this, but my body can’t help but attempt to jolt away; the sudden friction being too much for my sensitive hole to handle.
“Don’t be a bitch,” he grunts as my hips reactively pull away from his; it doesn’t help, only causing his cock to slam deeper into me. I love this– his cock forcing it’s way into me.
“Your body begged for my cock and now it’s scared? You were so desperate not a single thought of consequence crossed your mind,” He’s slamming harder into me with each thrust, not letting me get away from him. “We both know you love my cock stretching you wide without notice. You live for my cock, you slut.” Even as the pain is slowly trickling into pleasure, as my mind goes numb and all I can do is whine; “Agh- please, it’s t-too muuuch.”
All my body allows me to do is clench around his cock, my hole still begging for him even as he’s fucking so so deep inside of me. I love his cock, I need it; even when he’s forcing it deep inside of me, raping me and abusing my hole for his pleasure, even when my body can’t decide between trying to escape his hammering thrust or to give up against him.
I get so wet thinking about the men that I went to church with when I was a teen, they were constantly trying to talk to me and one of them would always stand behind any chair I sat in using every opportunity to talk to me because that meant they could lean over and look down my shirt breathing down my neck as they talked and I just pretended the entire time that they weren’t interested in me because I was 15 and didn’t have much interest in these older men. I was always this cute bubbly girl who bounced around being overly friendly towards anyone and the old men loved how much they could take advantage of the situation. I know if I really really wanted to I could get them all to fuck me individually and then word would get around that I’m a useless cunt and they’ll all decide that it’s just easier to fuck me at the same time, kidnapping me they’ll play poker and abuse me.
There’s nothing I love more than feeling my pussy so wet i accidentally end up letting everything drip down to my asshole. It makes me feel so vulnerable, no matter what position I’m in or how hard I fight as long as any man manages to put his tip inside me his entire cock would slide in as fast and as hard as he wants without having to wait for my pussy or asshole to adjust around his cock, my pain is his pleasure.
This is why I was made to only take cocks, my cunt knows how to put me in my place for men to slide in however they want.
One of my favorite fantasies to think about is going down to the biggest city that I live by and go to the lines of homeless tents and let the homeless men line up to the tent dedicated to fucking me, two men always there to hold me down while I get railed by every man in line. Sometimes men in line not even knowing they were going to fuck me then get super excited and fuck mercilessly. The police are even okay with it because it keeps the homeless entertained, they need pussy too.
I wish whenever my coworkers were bored or tired of hearing me talk would roll their eyes and loudly sigh, I ask what they are doing as they start to unbuckle and unzip their pants they just say, “I’m not doing anything” then grab me by my hair, pull me to the ground, and force me to suck their cock until they decide I’ve been quiet enough to not have a cock forced down my throat.
My managers should also have the right to my entire body, if I’m on company time I should be obeying every manager and following their every demand. Even if that means I sit at the companies glory hole all day appeasing cocks.
I need to be forcibly impregnated. I know I’ll resist. I’ve spent my entire life in denial of my role as a fertile breeding female and would never be able to make the decision on my own. I need to be utterly dominated. I need to be stripped and forced down by someone or something that knows what’s best for me, and that what’s best for me is to accept my place and my role and to be bred and bear their children. I need to be held captive until there’s no chance of escape, until there’s no denying my massive swollen womb and the kicks of our baby moving inside me. Until I have no alternative but to submit to them completely as they use my pregnant body for their own pleasure until I am ready to be bred again.
over & over, child after child until u are begging for me to breed u barren
This makes my cunt so wet and tense while I read, my body knows I should be bred and is getting ready for a man to find me and dominate me. Helppp.
I know edging with your tongue out feels a little weird. Maybe even uncomfortable. That’s okay! You just need to practice. From now on, every time you edge, stick your tongue out and keep it out until you forget about it! Soon you’ll be so needy that it won’t feel weird anymore, and your little brain will connect sticking your tongue out with the pleasure of edging. You’ll drool all over yourself, and you’ll find yourself making pathetic noises that show what a dumb edgeslut you’ve become.
If you think that’s embarrassing, good! Edging should be a little embarrassing. Only brainless fucktoys drool and pant like that when they’re touching themselves. But it’ll feel so good, I promise! You won’t be able to keep your tongue in your mouth anymore while you’re edging.
And looking stupid like that will make you a much better fucktoy.
And don’t you want to be a better fucktoy?
Thank you to all of the men that train me on how to be a better fucktoy <3
