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Yeah but what if we are having sex and I start whimpering ‘rape me rape me rape me’ over and over
If they’re worth it, they’re worth any distance.
I can only dream to have this some day.
It’s me, I’m girl.
Date a girl who blushes when you call her good but melts when you say it with a hand around her throat. A girl who giggles when she’s bratty, but goes quiet the second you raise your eyebrow. One who pretends she doesn’t need rules until she’s on her knees begging for them. Date a girl who craves correction, who teases just to be put back in place, who gets wetter when you whisper structure more than when you whisper her name. Date a girl who wants to be ruined softly and completely, because she’ll never give that part of herself to someone who doesn’t know exactly what to do with it.
Asking her “who does this belong to?” And hearing that soft “you, daddy.” before pounding deep into her.
When will someone propose this to me
This is what I expect of my wife:
Never say no
Make me a sandwich
Clean the house
Lick me clean
Worship my cock
Have my babies
Fulfill my desires every day
Wear and look however I want
treath me like your god
Any takers? Message me now!
I Don't Want to Convert You
Hello, darling.
It's true, I don't want to convert you away from feminism, at least... not *completely*. I *love* your inner feminist. She's so... *cute.* With her plump pouty lips, stamping her heels as she enters the room and places her delicate hands on those wide hips, so full of feminist fire and girl-boss brimstone. She's adorable. When I see your inner feminist rise to the surface it's not intimidating, it's *dreamy*. My salacious thoughts about what I'll do to you melt her fancy words into an unintelligible melody of silly, playful notes as she mouths off to her betters.
I don't want to convert your inner feminist, I want her to be my *witness*. I want her to *watch* you with a smug look on her face as you type me that first message to teach me the error of my ways. I want her to feel those little bubbles of doubt rise to the surface the more you converse with me, the deeper I pull you into the abyss. I want her to inhale that rich concoction of denial, hormones, indignity and lust as your body warms up in all the wrong places. I want her to stare in disbelief as your hand drifts away from your keyboard and sliiiiiides down your navel to rest under your panties in your favorite sweet spot.
And months later, your inner feminist–now chained up and starved of attention in some dark, long-forgotten chamber of your humiliation-addled mind–will beg and *plead* for you to, "Please! Please, stop *rewarding* him! He's *ruining* you!" as you giddily impale your face on the cock of the misogynist that broke you, abused you, and re-educated you. I want her crying, with as many tears running down her face as there is drool dripping off of yours.
I don't want to convert your inner feminist, I just want to play with her, to tease her, to *torture* her. I want you to be a ***good girl*** for me and drown her in your gushing, unbridled lust for the man who sees you as a sex toy, a housewife, a baby belly. I want her to attend the funeral of your pride and your self-worth. Let's face it, you didn't have that much to begin with. She will despise how easily you gave up the rights your predecessors fought so hard for, just to amuse me, to become my depraved plaything.
And darling, there's another reason I don't want to completely convert your inner feminist, the *darkest* reason of them all. It's because she's going to *help* me. You see, once you've been *enlightened*, you won't want to leave your friends behind. Leaving them in the cruel clutches of feminism, brainwashed by a shrill cult of victims and witches seems... mean, doesn't it? They were your friends, after all. So you'll help me *rescue* them, you'll be my little double-agent, my spy.
And whatever tattered shreds remain of your once-proud inner feminist, you'll exploit them. Her 'knowledge' and 'studies', her poisonous ideology, her catch phases and talking points, you'll mimic all of them to blend in seamlessly with the zealous feminist crowd, with your unenlightened coworkers and friends. You'll dust off that feminist vocabulary to navigate the matrix of foolish feminists and convert them. One by one, you'll lure the most vulnerable among them and feed them to the devil, so they can be just like you, a perfect gender traitor feeding innocent girls to men.
So don't worry, sweetie. You have nothing to fear. I am *safe* and *healthy* for you, because I *don't* want to convert you, at least... not *completely*.
me, seeing a mutual I’m attracted to post literally anything: “fuck, I wish I could make them cum.”
please god help me gf 🤝 I'm your god now bf
A Male led/free use relationship is the only one I want to be in.
Things you can do to me
Fuck me in any hole you want
Fuck me whenever you please
Use me as a fucktoy
Use me as a stress relief
Keep going even when it hurts me
Keep going even after I cum
Fuck me while I sleep
Drug me
Only care about your own pleasure
Cheat on me
Share me with whoever or whatever you want
Make me watch as you fuck someone else
Literally anything that gets you off, I was made for your pleasure.
Good bimbos serve The Patriarchy
When your brain does not work anymore... and your tits are bigger than your head... plus lips pumped as big as you could... than you have a duty to fulfill... get on your knees... and save your day by sucking cock!
Are u Down With Stupid ?! ⭐️💖⭐️💖
#metoobabe #duh #stupid is sexy #just forget
This. This is so true! I just want to be able to shut my brain off and please my Man.
Admit to the world that you don’t want to make decisions anymore so men like me can free you from the burden of having a brain.
They'll take you more seriously. Promise.
It’s true.
girls that wear oversized tees with nothing underneath want to be bred until they’re dripping and full
Not to Borrow but to Keep
Shadow Monster x fem!reader— possessiveness, shadow tentacles, suspension, restraints, sex in a public but empty space, sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms, and creampie
It was always hard for Shadow Monster Captain to share you. Even though it was pretty inevitable given you were the only human in the Monster Apocalypse who could actually see them. They all wanted your attention, but no one needed it like he did.
Yet somehow he was the one standing guard at the abandoned library’s entrance, watching from afar as you give all of your affections to the dark gargantuan spirit who inhabits the library and is its sole reason for its withering state. No matter that it was he who offered, no insisted, he be on guard duty.
Seeing you give the other monsters the attention he so desperately craves has something dark swirling in his gut. It weakens his hold on his powers and the library grows darker as his shadows slip and begin to creep in.
The other spirits that rest on the floor and large plush chairs all waiting for their turn begin to chitter and chirp nervously. All of them speaking over the other before hesitantly turning to meet his thundering gaze.
Though you don’t appear to notice, getting up off your chair and heading toward a nearby bookshelf. Shadow Monster Captain glares back at the spirits and they immediately scatter like cowardly rats, shrieking their displeasure even as they run out of the room. Leaving him completely alone with you.
His shadows become darker by the minute, swallowing up the entire room to the point where you’re surrounded by him. Only him. It’s still not close enough. He walks over to you, his shadows coming off of him in waves. The moment you’re in reach his arms are curling around you and he’s tugging you into his chest.
A loud gasp echos against his shadows and your hands jump to the bookshelf to help steady you. Pleasure bursts in tiny shocks as you caress his shadows, an extension of himself.
“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, not wanting to admit how fucking hot his silent dominance is. The things it does to you, you’re barely hanging on by a thread.
“Mine. You’re Mine,” he snarls, nuzzling into your neck.
You can feel each sharp tooth against your flesh and it only makes you that much more hotter for him. Your back arches into him on its own, pressing your ass into his growing erection. He snarls again, snapping his jaw at you in warning of encouragement you aren’t sure. Either way you don’t listen.
“Who says I’m yours?” You ask, practically moaning it you’re so turned on. Wanting so badly to finally push him over the edge.
And it does as his last flicker of restraint snaps and a fierce roar shakes the walls of the library you can no longer see clearly. He gives you no time to catch your breath as he pushes you against the bookshelf and reaches a hand between your thighs.
It takes you a moment to register the sound of tearing fabric as he rips your jeans and panties to shreds, exposing your dripping folds to the air, and not even bothering to fully undress you. It doesn’t matter, none of it does.
All he cares about is being able to sink into your tight cunt, and god, that’s the hottest thing anyones ever done to you. Reducing you to nothing but your sweet holes. And knowing how much he truly cherishes you only makes it that much hotter, his desperation for you has you gushing and making a mess of your thighs.
His thick clawed fingers push through your folds, spreading you open for him so pretty and you mewl, angling your hips and begging for him to take you. But he never touches where you need him most, claws barely just ghosting over your clit before falling back to tease your entrance.
“I say your mine, little human. And I think she does too, eh?” He rasps in your ear.
As if to prove his point he slowly pushes two of his digits in your sopping cunt. Your stomach burns in humiliation as a loud squelch pierces through the simmering tension. You can’t believe you’re so turned on, the need to curl into yourself and disappear into his shadows claws at you. But he’s making you feel so good with every torturous pump of his fingers you can’t imagine moving right now.
But just as your eyes start to flutter, ready to get lost in the sensation, he’s pulling back. The sudden emptiness has you whining without meaning to and you buck back, craving his long fingers back inside of you.
You go to say something, to beg and plead for more, when you then feel his big throbbing tip circle around your needy entrance. Every nerve in your body goes tight and you gasp, wanting so back to rock back and slam down on his cock.
His breath hits the shell of your ear and you swear you’re about to fall apart before he even gets inside of you. As if to ground yourself your nails dig into the shadows on the bookshelf and he hisses, hips jumping forward instinctively as he starts to push into you. But he quickly stops himself, panting as heavily as you are.
“Tell me. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, tone as dark as his shadows.
You nod frantically but already you know it won’t be enough. He growls in response, putting just the tip in and your pussy immediately clenches around him, trying to suck him in. He just won’t budge, not until you say it. So you gather all the strength you have left and finally admit it.
“I-I’m yours— Fuck— I’m yours!”
Your fierce shout fades into a vulgar scream as Shadow Monster Captain slams the rest of his massive cock inside you in one long stroke. His fierce growls vibrate against your back as he doesn’t hesitate you plunge into your tight hot pussy like a feral beast.
All you can do is hold onto the bookshelf with all you have as he fucks you within an inch of your life. The power of his thrusts force you up against the shelf with each snap of his hips. All the air is forced from your lungs, leaving only the feeling of his length filling you over and over again.
Moans spill from your lips in an endless stream as so much pleasure courses through you, you can’t even contain it. And your encouragement only seems to spur him on further, his claws sinking into your wide waist and jackhammering his cock into your perfect pussy.
He fucks you so hard your feet don’t even touch the ground anymore, his hands and his shadows suspending you in the air and allowing him to bury himself inside of you as hard as he desires.
“All mine. Finally. All mine,” he growls, his voice slipping as he forgets your language completely. Though he doesn’t stop rambling praises you don’t understand in his native demonic tongue.
His shadows tighten around your body and quiver against you, sending bolts of arousal straight to your core. Your cries grow louder with each drag of his length along your warm walls and you know you won’t be able to last much longer.
“Yes, oh my— nngh!— yes I’m yours, I swear it!” You shriek in response, vision flashing white at the intensity of your impending orgasm.
Just then you feel the tiniest tendril of a shadow rub against your clit just right and it sends you hurtling over the edge. A loud ringing fills your ears and you’re only barely aware it’s your own screams as you shake through the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.
If Shadow Monster Captain wasn’t holding you up your body would’ve given out by now. All you can do is shake, unable to move away from the overwhelming pleasure as he works you through it. Even as you clamp down around him he keeps going, unknowingly rambling about how perfect you feel around him and how gorgeous you look when you cum on his dick.
He can sense your next orgasm building so he clenches his teeth and keeps on going, already addicted to the feeling of you squeezing him. It’s only when you’re thrown into your second orgasm does he finally join you. Burying himself inside of you to the hilt, once, twice, and three more times before letting himself cum. A deep rumble builds in his chest as he pumps you full to the brim with his hot seed.
His shadows remain around your limbs possessively, unwilling to let you go. Shadow Monster Captain sags against your back, nuzzling into your neck again, and remaining as deep inside of you as he can be.
Slowly but surely his shadows recede and the light from the library windows trickle back in. But still he doesn’t let you go and you know he’s still thinking about his claim on you. You are too but his next words are what finally take you out.
“And I’m yours.”
Easter in Free Use City is, like most things, completely different than what Easter is like for the rest of the world. When you have an entire city with no children you can afford to change up the holiday games and make them a lot more adult friendly.
Bunny Secretary walks up to you at your desk, a smirk on his lips that hold a million secrets. You’re working like it’s a normal day, only kind of wondering why the entire floor is cleared of your colleagues.
“Hey, sweets, you need to get downstairs for the annual egg hunt.”
At your confused glance, Bunny Secretary’s smirk only grows darker, his cock twitching with uncontainable excitement. Pre leaks in his briefs at your pure naivety. That’ll be gone before long and it’ll all be because of him.
“Confused? Well, darling, every year I get to pick one person to plant this lovely egg vibrator inside of. When I do, the office is alerted and the hunt begins.”
He holds up a brightly covered egg shaped toy, decorated as if it were an actual Easter egg. Realization dawns on you and your legs subtly try and rub together, your body throbbing at the idea of all these big sexy monsters pawing at you, plunging their giant fingers inside of you in attempts to find the egg. Bunny Secretary’s eyes gleam as if reading your mind.
“First one to find the egg gets the prize. And this year that prize… is you,” he purrs, his bunny nose twitching as he inhales deep gulps of your arousal.
With a swift push of your chair, Bunny Secretary has you ass up, leaning against the desk and ready for him. Your core leaking with arousal and making him drool.
His hands run over your body, caressing you with a dark and twisted reverence like he just can’t get enough of you. But it’s not just enough to taste and the urge has him leaning in to get a taste.
The moment your essence drips onto his tongue, Bunny Secretary swears he blacks out. All he can sense is your taste, everything else going dark as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue reaching far into your depths, swirling the thick muscle inside of you. Fucking you relentlessly with his mouth and getting you ready to take the toy.
He works you with his tongue, higher and higher till your pretty hole flutters around him, desperate to cum. You whine in protest when he pulls back but a moment later and the thick egg is stretching your slick walls as he pops the toy inside of you.
At first nothing happens. You stand on shaky legs and your lips part, about to ask what gives, when Bunny Secretary clicks something on a miniature remote and your body is buzzing to life. Sparks of pleasure shoot from your core and instead of words, you moan like the slut you are as your knees buckle. The shock of it instantly turning you into a gushing mess.
It only takes that last bit of vibration to have you coming at your desk, barely able to stand. Bunny Secretary is right there to keep you upright, bringing you firmly against his chest. Even that has you coming harder till finally the vibrations stop and you slump against him.
“Hmm. I wonder how long it’ll take them to find you when you already look so fucking wrecked,” he rasps, voice hoarse with his own need, and his lips curled in a smug grin.
You briefly wonder what he means as he helps practically carry you downstairs where the office is holding the hunt. It all makes sense as Bunny Secretary opens the door and you’re immediately greeted with what looks to be a war zone.
But no, it’s not a war zone. It’s the biggest damn orgy you’ve ever seen in your life. Everyone from the office railing each other in search of the egg. The egg currently inside you. The reminder has you clenching around it and trying to hold in the lewd moans that beg to spill from your lips.
“Happy Easter,” he sings in your ear, “Now get in there.”
Simple facts for simple dolls.
No one should have to waste time on objects like you. So make sure everyone can learn everything worthwhile about you just from inspecting you. Good Holes don't waste Men's time.
Yes Sir!
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