chillypink

[chillypink]

i live for the slow romance. the chivalrous and the soft.

permission between touches, permission between kisses. questions asked in-between meetings, all folded in the knowledge of the mutual crush. slow and steady. doors held open. gifts given as inside jokes. the curiosity and memorization of every detail that has never before been seen by someone-- being the first ones to care so deep. feeling so wide and expansive and important in their presence. rides offered in the mornings to a mutual destination just to squeeze in more time together. the air between us stifled with anticipation, longing, electricity-- while also soothed by the friendliness, familiarity; the inevitable foreverness of the bond. slowly learning each other in ways no one else has. the knowing and the desire. the quickened heartbeats, then the soft and slow ease of them. safety. sedation and elation. the fated feel-- tied together from seemingly birth. taking it slow, because now that we've met, there's no need to rush. rushing, because forever will never be enough.

[chillypink]

sundays are for craving love in a way you assume is impossibly limited to your brain alone. the intensity and specificity of your desire seems unreachable-- standards you're sure only exist within the confines of an imagination. drinking tea and reading romance books like an onlooker of an impossible life

[chillypink]

possessive butches. jealous butches. always the sweetest people alive. marking me up so people know i'm theirs. hands always linked with mine, matching necklaces with our initials. hands on my waist, behind my neck, in the back pocket of my jeans when we're out. when i'm going someplace with friends- don't do anything to someone that you would do with me. always talking on my behalf if a stranger asks me a question; guarding my body with theirs. are there other girls there? other boys? making jokes when i'm cuddling my cats that that should be me. asking me how many people i've kissed or dated and grumbling at the answers. call me if you need me. no one else. getting ready to go out and always being demanded to show them my outfit because they want to be the one to see it first. all mine. commenting on all my posts the most obvious displays of possession so no one gets any ideas. i miss you. glaring at anyone that looks me up and down, then kissing me blatantly. i need you. promising to handle it for me if someone gets flirty because they know i get too nervous and quiet to ward them off myself. do you need me, too? watching me dance alone at a nightclub just to take me in the bathroom once they've had enough and devour me. you still like me, right? protective hands placed all over me in sleep- arms around my chest and their hands on my neck and waist, guarding me subconciously. i'm all yours, right? my lipstick kisses below their jaw worn like an accessory. i'm all yours.

[chillypink]

cw: stalking, following unaware reader, non-con sex, strap sucking, multiple instances of vaginal intercourse with strap and/ or fingers

thinking about a butch following me into a dark alley at night.

he'd been watching me all day from a distance, like usual-- my morning commute to work, my lunch break, my walk home-- but something about today makes him eager.

maybe its the mini skirt i decided to wear, plaid and pleated underneath my winter coat and above knee length socks, as though i could make the skirt less revealing, somehow.

maybe it's how cold it is today; the wind picking up and blowing my hair into my lip gloss and frilling my skirt up in the most teasing way. making me shiver. making him imagine how warm i'd feel to slip inside of. how empty the streets would be at night while it snows later.

so today he gets closer. bolder. follows behind me in the morning just close enough to smell my perfume on the wind and watch the goosebumps on the backs of my thighs raise. i go to the cafe i love on my lunchbreak, and god, how he wants to taste the coffee on my tongue. lick the cold foam from my lips.

he dreams about it each time he follows me there, but something about today is different. maybe it's the cold. maybe it's my new lipgloss shade. pink. glittery. sticky. stained on my cup.

so he gets behind me in line, listens to my soft, warm voice recite what i want to drink to the barista-- "grande hot dirty chai with cold foam"-- and then he orders the same one for himself. follows me outside, even sits at the table next to mine. so brave. so desperate.

when i take a sip, he takes a sip. imagines it's me he's tasting instead. and when i lick the coffee off my lips suddenly, he nearly moans. jesus.

something down the street catches my attention-- maybe it was the birds fluttering loudly in a circle or the cars making the fallen leaves spin, he wasn't paying as much attention as he usually does-- and i catch his eye. and i smile. and this time he really does moan. the subject of his fantasies for so long, (god, just me smiling at him? so pathetic) and now he's choking around his sip of coffee, sputtering. when he looks back up after cleaning the mess off his lap with soaked napkins, im already looking away, walking to throw out my empty cup and walk back to work.

he thinks about my eyes the rest of the day while he waits for my shift to be over. hazel, bright, warm. those same eyes looking up at him from my knees, mouth around his strap. teary, sniffly, and blushy from the cold.

he has to jerk off his butch cock in his car when he thinks about it for too long, and then when he's done, imagines me licking the mess from his fingers. fuck. i ruin him.

he can't wait any longer, he decides. he has to have me tonight. he can't stand the way i look at him, the way i walk, the way my heeled boots click on the sidewalk and my pink scarf trails behind me; how every time i take a step, he catches a glimpse of pink panties to match. he can't stand imagining how warm i'd be when he finally slides in, how my lipgloss would feel against his palm as he muffles my screams, how my eyes would roll back as he lifts my thigh to sink in deeper and claim me.

so he waits. and waits. and the streets clear, and the sun goes down, and eventually he realizes i must've taken some overtime work like i sometimes do, and instead of annoyance, he feels ecstatic. the streets will definitely be bare by the time i lock up and leave. so he watches my office building from his car parked across the street, and once he eyes my figure flutter past the windows towards the door, he leaves. black hoodie and pants against the dark of the night, so easy for me to miss if i'm not looking. and i won't.

he follows me on my route home like he always does, but this time he dares closer. catches a high every time i turn around to glance behind myself and just miss him ducking into an alley or behind a store front.

his boots are quiet underneath the click, clack of my own, so when he finally catches up to me, picks me up with one arm around my waist and a hand to my mouth, i'm caught off guard, barely given time to scream before he's carrying me into an alley and shoving me against the brick.

adrenaline sends his heart beating through his hoodie, and i can feel it thrum where he's pressed up against my back. my feet are hovering off the ground. his thigh is holding me up from between my legs, and just as he guessed, it's so warm there.

he's panting down my neck, smiling. breathing me in. i squirm in his arms, trying to scream, but his grip on me is too firm. "calm down, little bunny," he whispers, making me whine. "you knew what you were doing when you put that skirt on this morning, so just let it happen."

he grinds his strap against my ass, hiking my skirt up and making me whimper. i try to scratch at his hands, claw at his hips, so he drops me, and i get a wave of relief before he's collecting my wrists in his grip and pressing back up behind me, grinding me into the wall and sticking two fingers into my mouth, pressing down firmly on my tongue.

"fu-uck, princess," he growls, bucking deeper between my thighs with the new angle, "been dreaming of this all day. been watching you."

that only makes me whimper louder, tears soaking his hand.

"gonna take my hand away," he warns, nipping at my neck. "wanna hear you scream for me. don't worry, no one's around to stop you. can be as loud as you want, babydoll."

he removes his hand, and instead of screaming, i sob, begging him. "please stop. please don't, please; i don't want to die."

he chuckles, startled. "wh- princess, i'm not a murderer. you think i'd get rid of a pretty face like yours? no, i just wanna fuck it. make you mine forever." he moves his hands down to my hips, sliding my skirt up to my stomach and revealing my panties to the cold air. "can't believe you-- i'm finally here, touching you, and you aren't even worried that i'm going to rape you. you really are a dream, huh?"

once he says that, i go wide eyed. "wait, no, god no, please-- fuck, i can't--"

"don't worry," he shushes, cutting me off. "i'll be gentle. i'm a soft lover."

he brushes my hair away from my neck as i scrabble at the wall, sucking marks into me while his nails dig into my hips. finally claiming me as his. finally. all these months since he first saw me, first knew, and now he's guaranteeing it. he grows harder as i struggle, pressing my ass back into him, and he hisses through his teeth. "knew you'd be so good for me. you know just what i need."

he keeps one hand around my throat while he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal clanking making me gasp. "please," i beg again, trying to ignore the wetness in my panties.

"okay, baby. asking so sweetly. i'll give it to you."

fishing his cock out of his boxers, he slips it between my plush thighs that squeeze so perfectly around the plastic. "just let me have my fun first. you don't get to be selfish when i've dreamed of you for months."

he ruts against me, brushing against my clit, and a moan slips out of me accidentally, flushing my face bright red. "wait--"

"fuck," he interrupts, bucking harder at my noises. "that's it, baby; see how good it feels? just focus on that. let me use you."

he slides against me again, my wetness sticking the pink fabric to my pussy and causing him to catch on my entrance, and we both moan. "i don't want this," i sob. "i don't want this, i'm a virgin, i can't take it."

"liar," he hisses. "watched you get fucked last month in your apartment with the blinds up. did you think i wouldn't see?" he grows more impatient, thrusting faster, annoyed at all my whiny protests and needy from my shocked gasps. "as if anyone could touch you without me noticing. where did you think he went, huh?"

i sniffle, trying my hardest not to grind down on his cock every time it presses up against my swollen clit. "i thought you said you weren't a m-- mh, a murderer?"

he chuckles, breath fanning against my ear and making me shudder. he notices. of course he does. so he breathes against my ear again: "it's just protecting what's mine."

he catches against my entrance again and growls into my hair. strawberry scented. "fuck, you make me impatient. wanted to go slow and gentle with you, i really did..."

he roughly tugs my panties down my thighs, tearing the hem, and backs up two feet with my hips in his hands so he can press my face down against the brick, make me arch up against his waist. he kicks at my ankles. "spread."

i do. i don't know why i do. maybe it's the fear. maybe it's his voice, commanding yet soft, nuzzling comfort into my brain. maybe it's his hands digging into my skin, soft and sure, acting as though there's no other way for this to go. no other outcome besides him breeding me full in an alley.

with my legs apart and bent over, he can get a full view of my slick glistening in the light of a street lamp, and he grins, running his fingers up through my folds and making me keen. i press my face into the brick harder, and he notes that i don't seem to be struggling to get away from him anymore. about time.

i hear him stroke his strap, the slick sounds of my cum sliding from his fingers down the plastic, warming it up for me. but when something presses against my entrance again, it isn't thick. it's two of his fingers that don't hesitate on sliding their way inside, making him groan.

"fuck, you're so warm, princess. i knew it-- fuck, so wet and loose for me, so ready," he babbles. "don't worry sweetheart, i'll give it to you, i'll make it fit, you can take it."

he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, curling and scissoring, and my eyes roll back. "please stop," i weakly mutter.

"such a fucking tease," he says. "you don't mean that."

he slides out.

"fuck, thank you, thank you," i whimper, tears of relief now flooding freely down my face, my thighs shaking from holding myself up for so long. "i won't tell anyone, i won't, you can let me go--"

he lines his cock up to my entrance and thrusts in all the way to the hilt, and i scream.

"fu-u-uck," he groans. "finally made you scream for me, huh? is that what it takes?" he slides out, then thrusts back in again, hips slamming against my ass. the metal of his belt whips my thighs. "me using you like the slut you are? i know i said i'd be gentle, i'm sorry, but you just look too-" he thrusts. "fucking-" my eyes roll back again. "good."

"please!"

he breathes out a laugh, holding my hips up for me now. "whatever you say, princess." and he ruts into me deeper, faster, now, and his head rolls back. "you take me so well," he growls. "get so wet for me. knew you were mine. mine to breed."

"p- mmh, please," i try again, though my walls are clenching around him tight, and my clit is aching from no attention. "please stop."

"jesus, i'll stop once i'm done with you. i thought you were smart? just shut up and fucking take it."

he reaches around me suddenly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up to my armpits, and my tits bounce free. they sway with each thrust, and his palm meets the skin to grope me, nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger to roll and make me moan.

he's thrusting against the spot inside me that makes me see stars, and i instinctively push off of the wall to try and take him deeper. i feel so embarrassed for getting into it, for needing to cum, but my brain is growing quieter and more primal by the second. it's begging to be bred full, to cum. but his thrusts just aren't enough.

i take one hand off of the wall to move between my thighs, rubbing circles around myself, and i moan loudly again, sensitive and soaked. maybe this will satisfy him; make him cum faster, make him stop sooner.

instead he growls, digging his fingers into my hair to yank my head back as he pulls his cock out of me entirely.

"did i tell you you could do that?"

i try to shake my head no, but i'm being held up by my hair, and i can't. i whimper instead.

"this isn't for you. this is for me." he tries to sound angry, but all he can manage is thinly veiled amusement. he taps his foot against my boots again. "on your knees."

i obey. the rocks and concrete dig into my knees, and i hiss.

"facing me," he corrects, and if this weren't such a horrible situation, it might've made me laugh. instead i shuffle around with my hands on the wall for stability as the underwear around my thighs threatens to trip me, and i face him. i rest back on my heels to look up at him, trying to hide the tears welling in my eyes by squinting, and i blanch.

oh fuck. no, god, he's hot.

he must misinterpret my wide eyes as fear, because he reaches his hand out to caress down my cheek. "so scared," he comforts, "shaking like a bunny. so needy to cum, i know, it feels so good, but what did i say? i'm the only one allowed to be selfish here."

i just nod dumbly in his palm, drawing my bottom lip in between my teeth. nervous tick, he knows. he's been watching me for so long.

"let's put that mouth to use, hm?" he suggests, voice syrupy sweet, but i know it isn't a suggestion as he pumps his cock with his other hand, twisting and squeezing at the head. his eyes go half-lidded, and his hips buck minutely. "open up."

and i do.

he smiles, all teeth, and it's so pretty that it almost blocks out the bewhilderment i feel. the nausea. the embarrassment. "good girl. fuck, such a good girl, huh?"

the hand on my cheek moves to dip into my mouth again, fingers on my tongue, and he glowers. "say it. tell me you're a good girl."

"i'm a good girl," i whisper, muffled by the fingers between my teeth, cheeks flushed. it's still so cold outside, it feels like the only part of me besides the heat between my legs that's warm.

he smiles again, shaking his head. "slut," he admonishes, before he removes his fingers, slips the head of his cock between my lips, and pushes my head down to the base of him.

i resist, i can't help it-- i choke on his strap, and my eyes well up again. he presses harder as i struggle against him.

this time he doesn't say anything about me being good or not. just grabs my head in both hands and shoves his cock into my throat until there's no room to gag and i'm left drooling at the base of it.

i can't breathe, but he doesn't seem to care. not until my nails are scratching at his thighs and my hips are bucking down into nothing. he moves his boot down to rest between my legs, and i choke on a moan as my clit slides wetly against it. so dirty, so mean. why am i soaking wet?

he watches the way my mouth wraps around him, my lipgloss from earlier leaving lines on his cock just as he imagined it would. it glitters.

"finally learned to shut up?" he asks, right when the loss of air makes my head get dizzy and listless. i nod weakly, and he releases my head, sending me flying back to cough and choke up air and spit. "you gonna let me use you without a struggle now, baby?"

i nod again, and once his waiting for me to speak comes up instead with silence, he crouches down to my height.

"lie back," he commands softly. and i do.

he follows as i turn, hovering over me on both hands as i gaze up to meet his eye. my vision adjusted to the dark a while ago, but only now am i catching his features up close. he looks familiar, i think.

he brushes my hair away from my face and behind my ear, and the feeling of the rocks digging into my back fades away.

"why me?" i ask, and it comes out quieter than i intended; meeker.

"because," he shrugs, and it's such a human action that it makes me feel like maybe this situation is normal. maybe he's normal. maybe he's right, and i was just asking for this. "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."

he lines up to my entrance once again, head dipping down to latch around one of my tits as he thrusts in, and this time he doesn't stop for anything. not my screams, not my whines. when he leans down to kiss me, i don't fight it. i lean into the warmth of him, the feeling of his tongue against mine, his groans breathless as he finally gets a taste of me, and he doesn't stop fucking me until i shudder around his cock and he cums inside of me, then scoops it up with his fingers just to fuck it back inside.

when he finishes with me and stands, redoing his zipper and pulling his belt back into place, i expect him to leave me in the alley, brainless and messy, for the next person to come by and take advantage of. maybe he has a gang of friends in the shadows that have been waiting for their turn this whole time. but instead he crouches down, scooping his arms underneath my legs and neck, and picks me up to rest in the crook of his shoulder, then begins walking out of the alley. my skirt is still hiked up, but his hand rests protectively over my ass, covering it.

"where are you taking me?" i ask, though i have half a mind to care.

"home."

i lean back to gaze up at him, confused. his features are even prettier in the lamplight.

he looks back at me, genuine concern lacing his features, and it catches me off guard. "what, you didn't think after months of stalking you i wouldn't have the desire to clean you up and take care of you, did you?"

when my answer is silence, he continues:

"i told you. i'm a soft lover."

[chillypink]

need me a butch that manspreads on every chair and beckons me over to sit on their thigh. absentmindedly runs their fingers up my skirt hem while they're busy doing other things. even better if we're in a group setting and everyones eyes are hungrily on me while he's the only one that can touch me. my arms looped around his neck so he can smell the perfume on my skin. thoughts, thoughts...

[chillypink]

bunny girl that follows a stray cat into the forest to try and give it food and then promptly gets lost x werewolf butch that begins to hunt her and chase her down once it gets dark

[chillypink]

masochism with a sadistic butch is so fun.

acting out just because i love imagining the feeling of his hands or belt spanking my ass for it later; leaving red inflamed handprints and welts in his wake and my need dripping down my thighs- two fingers shoved roughly inside while i'm draped over his lap just to hear me start begging and squealing.

biting bruises up my neck and scratching his name into my hips when someone flirts with me in public and i get a little too into it, giggling just because i know he's watching and imagining the ways he's considering hurting me for it (and maybe killing the instigator, too). his hands coming up from behind me as i talk to them and squeezing my waist, grinding his packer against my ass as his chest rises and falls against my back and i just know he's thinking of all the new marks he's going to give me when we get home.

and then we do, and he's shoving me against the door before i can even take my heels off. kissing me so hungrily and gripping every part of me he can, nails regarding, not even letting me grab him back- both my wrists tightly held in one of his hands. hissing curses and you fucking slut and need to teach you a fucking lesson. my whines met with you asked for this, babydoll, just take it like a good girl.

and maybe he gets the rope out in the bedroom, tying up my hands and pushing my thighs apart before eating me out and overstimulating me so hard i start crying, cunt weeping, begging i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm yours, it's yours, i won't do it again. teeth marks on my tits and pulling my hair back just to drag his teeth down my chest and bite where my heart is. tugging my nipples just to see them swell and watch me flinch.

maybe there's blood as he works, maybe he goes too hard as he gets into it, but we both know i like it- and even still, he caresses the welts softly and kisses up my skin at the end, wiping away the blood and soothing the marks, saying you know i care about you, saying, i'm sorry i had to punish you, you're just mine, every part of you is mine, i had to remind you who you belong to. and of course i agree with him. that's the whole reason i acted out, got bratty- i just wanted to remind him.

[chillypink]

a pervert butch that sneaks into my bedroom to steal the panties from my laundry hamper just to go home and wrap them around his dick while thinking of how i smiled at him earlier. pathetic pervert butches with a soft spot for me will always have my heart

[chillypink]

cw // dubcon

warning warning! heavy post

i think the femmes on here just need to be daydreamed about in a highly disturbing way. stalked on the way home with hidden cameras stashed in their rooms and their social media completely broken down and analyzed by a butch with a crush on them. their cleavage always being stared at and drooled over from across the room while they remain unaware, always imagined as a view across a lap with their skirt hiked up and four fingers roughly shoved inside of them while their ass blooms red from far too-eager palms. drunk and high and spiked on some shit the butch slipped in their drink and waking up dazed with bruised knees from a bars bathroom floor. the fantasy subject of wet and desperate jerk-off sessions just by having their legs on display and a tight top over their tits that day. constantly followed and observed and desired and three seconds away from ending up in a court case. fucked rough and face-down in the backseat of a car by a butch who knew they were going to own them the moment they saw them and meticulously plotted out how to make it happen. an innocent girl that unknowingly got hunted down and ruined just because they were too pretty at the wrong time and place. depraved and violent and disgusting butches need to act on their urges more i swear to god

[chillypink]

thinking about being the final girl to a serial killer butch

[chillypink]

"you take it like such a slut, baby," your butch says, holding your face between his fingers. "so greedy for it. your pussy is just sucking me in-- fuck. your cunt is doing all the thinking now, huh?"

he's looking down at the space between your bodies as he thrusts, watching you take him over and over again; the head of his cock catching on the rim of your entrance before passing through and abusing your g-spot-- it makes you sob into his palm. your eyes have gone all teary and shifty, watching his face screw up while his hips slam into your pelvis.

the more you whine at his degredation, the more into it he gets. twenty minutes in and he's already looking at you like a piece of meat, and God does it get you wet. he slides in deeper once he has your knees folded like a doll, and you cry out, high on pleasure. between his grunts and your keens, the wet sounds of your pussy only increase, making him the greedy one-- he's drowning in your body. you're so submissive at just the touch of his hand, and it turns him feral.

"so fucking breadable, princess-- fuck-- a toy for me to breed and use."

your eyes snap back to him from their hazy, crossed position, and you whine in question. yeah? what else?

"just a greedy hole for me. my cocksleeve, yeah?" he looks at your face for a second to gauge your response, and when he sees your pupils blown, he grins. "you love being daddy's whore, baby?"

uh-huh! you whine muffled into his palm, drooling past your lips to coat his fingers. he slams into you harder in response, and your eyes roll back.

"mine. my slut, my toy, my pretty little thing. taking me so well, baby; is this all you were meant for? say it. say it, or you don't get to cum."

his next thrust is punctuated by three of his fingers slipping past your lips to press down on your tongue. you can't speak when you're gagging, and his other hand reaches up to squeeze your tit and roll the nipple-- you choke.

he only laughs.

"gonna fill my baby up. make you take it-- you don't have a choice. open wider, baby," he commands, reaching down with his forearm to push your thighs to the bed, making the inseam burn, "let daddy fill you."

his hips begin to stutter as his head tosses back, but you're already way ahead of him. the next time he talks down to you, eyes heavy and dark with his thumb on your clit, "you look so pathetic like this, taking my dick so deep you go dumb," you're already cumming all over his cock and spasming until your vision tilts.

and he doesn't stop, of course. you're done when he says you are. your pussy is so wet, messy, and ruined; he has to take advantage.

[chillypink]

this morning is full of thoughts of being laid across a butches lap, skirt hiked up as he spanks me. getting me nice and red with his palm, teary and begging, before he shoves three fingers inside my soaked cunt and scoffs at how easily they slide in

[chillypink]

me and my future butch

[chillypink]

needy butch this needy butch that but what about slutty butch? slutty butch who walks around topples showing off all the hickies I left last night, slutty butch wearing low sweatpants that shows their happy trail, slutty butch who adjusts their packer when they see me in the pretty backless dress they got me, slutty butch who grinds their buldge into me at the club when we're dancing together, slutty butch who can't take the tension anymore and slots their face into my neck as she grinds on my lap, putting on a show for me as they slowly unravel I could go on for ages

[chillypink]

if a butch ever calls me "poor baby" in a condescending tone, i'm folding on sight. attitude gone. knees weak. suddenly so, so quiet.

[chillypink]

so very cute and endearing to me when subs whine “don’t be meeean :(“ like oh now i have to be even meaner

[chillypink]

Oh you're perfect. 🩸

you're sweet :)