This is the blogger formerly known as dyke4dick. I woke up to discover that my blog had been terminated for hate speech. The email quoted the TOS at me: “Don’t post content for the purpose of promoting or inciting the hatred of, or dehumanizing, individuals or groups based on […] gender, gender identity, […] sexual orientation […]” [my redaction for the relevant categories]
I’m not terribly surprised, of course; kink tumblrs get deleted all the time. I’m definitely annoyed, and kind of embarrassed, so unfortunately we all get to listen to me write a five-paragraph essay aboutkink instead of actually having fun engaging inkink.
I’m not gonna try to fight the termination; I had the blog for less than 2 months and am not emotionally attached to it. I did naively fail to save my original content. I was able to rescue 3 long posts through the magic of google, but I think that my original content has actually been hard banned from the site because it’s not there on blogs that I know reblogged it. Which is fun, feeling like my kinks are so horrible that no one should ever even look upon them lest they also be cursed with being a broken human.
For context, if it’s not obvious, my blog was full of hard kinks, most relevantly misogyny, misgendering, forced detransition, rape, corrective rape, and dehumanization. For me these are definitely kinks and not reflective of actual beliefs I have, but I blog in character (as a slightly more broken version of myself) because personally I find constant disclaimers unsexy.
I’ve been worrying since I started the blog about consistent characterization of the character I play - I said above that it’s a “slightly more broken of myself” and that’s the basic idea, but what does it actually believe about women, men, queers, itself? Will people get mad if my kink blog is not 100% ideologically consistent?
I was able to find and just reposted gender identity for fucktoys, which is part of the answer for myself. My actual gender identity and presentation are related in complicated ways to my interaction with this set of kinks. It also means I want to be careful, because I end up relating to content that is denigrating/dehumanizing of groups to which I don’t actually belong. I’m not a woman, I’m not a trans man, and I’m not a sissy, but a lot of ideas in misogyny porn (being useful only as a sex toy by virtue of my anatomy) and ftm misgendering kink (never able to be a real man by virtue of my anatomy) and sissy porn (being inadequate at manhood, unable to please women, and forced to be sexual with men) resonate with me a lot.
This theme comes up a lot in content I see on tumblr - not all women are rapebait, but i sure am. Trans men are men - buti am a fakeboy. Because decent people don’t want to nonconsensually degrade other people, and there’s also an appeal in “I’m not a fucktoy because I am a woman/have a vagina/don’t have a penis; I’m a fucktoy becuase i personally am broken.”
But there’s also a necessary element of essentialism for me in the kink. I think that’s partially because, while I do actually believe I’m broken in a lot of ways, 1) y’all don’t know me and 2) I don’t know that I am capable of eroticizing all of my actual brokenness, and 3) the pieces that I can eroticize I don’t necessarily want to share with everyone. Or anyone. So in a way “i’m inferior because i’m a cunt” is shorthand, gesturing for me at all the ways that I feel inferior and…. creating a safe headspace for that.
Part of the appeal of the essentialism part of this kink for me is that there’s nothing I can do to change it. Issues of worthiness are important to me, and I have a lot of my self-worth wrapped up in various skills and talents I have, and it is really nice to feel that I am useful because – and only because – of something unchanging about my body. I don’t have to be intelligent or eloquent or thoughtful. The idea of being just three holes is a relief.
For me it’s definitely essentialism along gendered/sexed lines, in a complicated way because of being a trans person. I’m not a woman, even in fantasy - that’s kind of a soft limit. But I am “girl” and “cunt” which feel different enough from woman not to trigger the same feelings.
I guess the coherent worldview at base is that there are real men (normal and cis), real women (normal and cis), normal nonbinary people, and then there’s the trashpile for people like me. That’s not exactly what I believe ooc, but it’s close enough to what the fantasy version of me believes.
Look, I don’t know how you could possibly know this about me, but I kind of have issues about authority figures, and tumblr dot com told me I was naughty and was encouraging people to dehumanize women and trans men, which was definitely not my intention; going forward I’ll try to be more clear that I’m only encouraging you to dehumanize me and others who have opted into the gendertrash pile of cunts, whores, sluts, rapemeat, etc.
I guess that sounds a little glib, and it’s really hard not to be a little bit in character at all times, since y’all are not my therapist. But for real. There are hundreds of folks on here begging to be treated like trash, self included. Take us up on that and leave normal people alone.
And maybe having written out that gigantic pile of words, I’ll be able to get back to the fun part of having an nsfw tumblr?
this is a kink blog ~ do not interact with my content if you are under 18!
name • angel
age • 24 (born in 1998)
location • north east usa
pronouns • she/her/hers
sexuality • bicurious
if you want to get to know me more go ahead and dm me!
other places to chat wit me ~ wikr•babiegirlangel
my list of kinks
• dd/lg, daddy kink • md/lg, mommy kink • ab/dl • age play + dark age play • cnc • 24/7 + total power exchange • omo/omorashi • bondage + restraints • impact play + spanking • orgasm control + orgasm denial • praise • degradation
my limits
• blood play • knife + weapon play • gore • vomit • anal + scat • drinking pee
dms + asks
my dms and asks are always open! below is a few suggested tasks you can send me in messages or asks, anon or not :3 just send the emoji and I’ll kno what to do! or send me anything or tell me what to do >///<
☀️ ~ tell you about my day
~ show you one of my stuffies
~ share a pic of me (I never show my full face)
☁️ ~ wear a pull up or diaper and share a pic
~ I have to edge for 30 minutes (send the number of lollipops for how long you want me to edge!)
my posts are tagged as follows :
original text posts + pictures of me | #dumbbabieposts
answered asks | #dumbbabieasks
my diary entries and random thoughts | #dumbbabiediary
guess who leaked ! n then decided to try out new leak-proof silence pants ! das rite ~ it’s me :3
I thought two pull ups would work if I cut lil holes in the bottom of the first but no, I leaked all over the floor. guess I rlly am just a dumb babie >//<
I don’t think these pull ups will hold anything, should I change into something thicker even tho I got da plastic pants on ??? i don’t got anyone to tell me what ta do and force me into the babie I am :(
dms are open and so are anons ~ come chat with me!
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 >///<
come chat wit me while I try not to touch !! wickr is babiegirlangel or just dm me here on this account <3
That moment when you notice they’re manipulating you, and you just let the gaslighting happen because if you’d ask for honesty they’d give it to you. They know you’re getting off on it and they’ve made you feel safe to the point where you’re just smiling nodding, letting them mindfuck you into thinking this was all your doing.
And in a way it was.
Because they cared about what you want and what you don’t. You built this together. The thought “Well that’s the gaslighting talking, you dummy” turns from something scary into the most enticing pleasure.
You’re safe and you can stop and they want you to know that.
Imagine waking up to someone fucking breeding my vulnerable body by force, pounding their cum into my cervix to make sure it fucking floods my fertile little womb. Waking up confused and disoriented and desperately horny and it feels so good and so wrong and I beg them to stop but they say they know I don’t really want them to stop and I’m probably already pregnant so there’s nothing I can do but enjoy myself and I feel myself clenching down around them hard, a violent wave of fear and arousal crashing through my body as I try to push them off in a panic while I fight off the biggest orgasm of my life but I can’t stop myself when I feel them pin me down, grinding hard against my cervix and almost prying it open as they cum inside me one last time to seal my fate.
Thinking a lot lately about kidnapping someone from a concert. Grabbing them in a dark alley or hallway from the venue, whispering in their ear how good they did dressing up so slutty for me tonight as I finger the holes they ripped in their own fishnets to look fashionable at the show. Gripping their ass under their miniskirt with both hands and pulling the fishnet apart until it rips as they meekly let it happen out of fear. Pulling a knife and sliding it across their body, asking them if they like the bands here tonight as I use it to cut off their freshly exposed panties and top. Ignoring their muffled gasps when I pull the ruined clothing off their body and push them against the wall. Gently running the blade of the knife along their wet slit and gathering their mess on the metal before holding it in front of their face with one hand while the other grips the back of their head and forces them to look at it. Asking them if they’re enjoying this, and when they shake their head no in panic, telling them that the evidence is right in front of them. Ordering them to stick their tongue out and wiping the mess on the blade onto it as they start to cry in fear. After the knives cleaned of their mess and covered in their drool, pulling it down to their throat and holding it their as I finally slide into them from behind. Taking my time as I use their hole to get off, telling them how good they feel and how thankful I am they showed up to the concert tonight, that it’s been a while since I’ve had a concert slut to use. Filling them up with cum, watching it drip out of them onto the backs of their fishnet covered legs and the floor beneath them until they collapse onto their knees on the floor and I stand above them.
Talking down to the lifeless mess underneath me, telling them how good they were and how they’ll feel better when we get home. Asking them if they’re to move and ignoring them when say no, wrapping my arms around them and pulling them to their feet. Telling them not to worry about their outfit, that I’ll let them borrow this and pulling the oversized concert tee I bought for myself over them, long enough to cover even the hole I ripped in the ass of their fishnets. Guiding them out of the concert venue in their stupor, only stopping to pick up the panties I cut off them on the floor and pocketing them, walking them back to my car before they even remember they should be kicking and screaming to get away from me. Picking them and placing them in the trunk, telling them at its okay as they start to fall asleep, too tired from the concert and the panic and the adrenaline to do anything except fall unconscious in the back of my car. Taking the opportunity to use my knife to finish cutting off the rest of their fishnets, then gagging and tying them up in their sleep before I close the trunk over them and start driving us to their new home.
This poor woman has gaslighted herself so hard that she doesn’t even believe her own body telling her what she experienced was traumatic, she’s literally victim blaming herself just so some pornsick moid who gets off to her pain doesn’t have to feel bad about it.
Hell world.
also.. I feel like this could definitely be considered rape? she was so drunk that she couldn’t revoke consent when she needed to. she didn’t have the option to stop it if she didn’t feel safe.
I just can’t imagine wanting to use your partner’s body like that while they’re passed out and don’t remember anything? Men are truly evil and I feel awful for this woman
This is probably the absolute best case scenario for CNC/rape play and she still felt like shit afterwards.
I hope he regrets ruining his relationship for a shitty fetish.
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.”
