#nsft imagine

[nevadaafterdark]

ugghhh thinking so hard about forced intox.. like, you baked something for me? oh -- it's my favorite type of brownies! haha wouldn't it be funny if they were weed brownies or something.. nah you'd never do that without my permission, right? anyway.. no, i shouldn't have more than one. you wanna give these to other people, right? no? i guess one more wouldn't hurt.. they aren't edibles, so i should be good to eat as many as i want, yeah?

[icedout-pacemaker]

Your pathetic goonette roommate at college who never leaves your dorm. It always smells like sex in the room and there hasn't been a single morning you haven't woke up to the sound of her moaning or the wet pump of her dildo in her black pussy. Did she even eat? How the hell had she not been kicked out for terrible grades? She's only ever in that bunk above her desk, writhing and fucking herself, mindlessly blaring porn in her earbuds.

[uninspiredfrog]

Sometimes the aftercare is my favorite part.

Absolutely I loved making you a nasty whore covered in evidence that I’ve used every inch of your body. But damn do I wanna shower together and see your gorgeous body tremble as I’m gently washing you.

I want you see you fully relaxing as I massage soap into your hair and oils into your beard. Let me lay you down and lotion your soft skin with your favorite candles lit and watch you drift to sleep feeling totally comfortable.

Yes it’s making me hard, but that can wait for you to get a well earned nap first.

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

I love how tamable Simon Riley is. You know, how all it takes is gaining his respect by standing your ground and sharing his possessiveness over the team. Then he's eating out the palm of your hand; He's standing guard, making sure nobody fucks with you; He's grabbing your waist; He's pinning you down; He's chanting mine, mine, mine, as he fucks into you, deep and raw, because you're owned now. As much as he belongs to you, you belong even more to him. And there's no going back. He's your guard dog, ready for you to sic on whoever crosses you. He'd cross through fire for you— fucking charge across no mans land if it meant having you one night more. You're his everything, and it makes it all the more satisfying after all that effort you took to get him out of his shell <3

[numberonewhimperingfan]

actually so fucking obsessed with the idea of getting really high/drunk and messy fucking. cum and sweat everywhere but i’m so horny i really couldn’t care less

[nevadaafterdark]

unshaved pussy actually smells intoxicatingly good some of y'all are just fucking weak

[babybutchress]

oh to be a service top for a pretty femme who tugs on my leash and tells me how good i’m doing for her and lets me whimper into her shoulder from how good it feels to be inside her. cooing at me and giggling at how cute and pathetic i look when giving my all to make her feel good. letting myself be guided so i can be the perfect tool for her to get off with; doing everything she says eagerly. letting her pin me down by my wrists and ride my strap till she cums on it; biting into my shoulder as she climaxes to remind me im hers to use as she pleases.

[batmasc]

You're so excited to have a girlfriend, so excited when she asks you to stay the night. When you ask her if she's ever been with a girl, she looks at you funny, but you brush it off. She's gorgeous, you love touching her, but when you have sex with anyone, something always feels off. You don't think too much of it.

When you're finally asleep, her bedside table slides open. She slips on gloves and grins to herself as she fills a syringe with a dose of testosterone. She's been longing for this moment ever since you started dating. She pinches your soft skin ever so slightly and plunges the needle in, and kisses the spot after the injection. It's a good thing you're so tired out tonight.

A few weeks pass, you don't notice anything different at first. But you feel a bit sweatier, and hornier than you've ever been. One night you reach down to touch yourself and are perplexed. Instead of a small bundle of nerves there's a hard nub there. You wonder if you should see a doctor.

Next time you see your girlfriend, she looks at you knowingly and you're not sure why. She kisses you fervently and pulls you into bed, whispering "Come on, loverboy." Maybe It was just a slip of the tongue, something about it gives you goosebumps. "Let me see that cock-"

Before you can ask, she's got her lips wrapped around your growing appendage, making you cry out. "Hold on, I'm confused-"

"Take it like a big boy, baby" she murmurs against your molten skin. You don't have it in you to argue, you're mortified that she's about to make you orgasm. And then she kisses you, hard. "See how you taste now? Just like a man should. You're taking to treatment so quickly. "

"Treatment?"

"Just a little pinch every week and you're growing a nice cock for me, and I can smell your musk and desire. Soon you'll be my perfect boyfriend. I don't think you should go home in the morning. I want to see you change, every hour, every second. "

As if under a spell, you can't find it in yourself to deny her.

[nevadaafterdark]

-> FARMBOY ON COWBOY ACTION <3

synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..

word count: ~900

(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)

i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3

you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.

but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.

and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.

he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.

"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."

you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.

you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."

after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.

he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.

the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.

you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."

before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"

you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.

he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."

you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.

"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.

he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.

"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."

you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.

he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.

"you ready for the main show, farmboy?"

[cherryrory]

After Care Imagine.

she has you pinned up against a pillow while holding your arms together she’s been pounding a strap in you for god knows how long and you’ve finished at least twice, your an overstimulated mess.

she pulls out and takes a deep breath to herself while rubbing your thigh softly. She turns you around and lays right next to you placing your head in the crook of her neck.

“how are you feeling baby?”

your barley able to mumble out a response she can’t help but grin to herself. She plants a kiss on your head.

“You did such a good job for me i’m so proud of you sweet heart”

you two lay together for a alittle while cuddling before she stands up

“you know what it’s time for up, up, up”

you blink a couple times before groaning in annoyance

“I know, but you have to go pee especially after a longer session, are you in any pain?”

you nod while the session between you two didn’t leave the usual scratches and marks, you still felt sore.

“Alright let me get you some water and Tylenol.”

she offers you her hand and you take it begrudgingly getting up, she helps you walk to the bathroom before going to get you the tylenol and water.

when she comes back, she hands you the drink and tylenol.

“I’m gonna start us a bath so we can get cleaned up”

Soon after the tub is filled up she helps you into the tub and gets behind you so you can lay together. You take her hand a kiss it and lace your fingers together before saying.

“I had such a good time tonight baby thank you so much,”

you start playing with her hair and continue

“I love you so much”

you feel her hold onto you even tighter

“I love you too”

[rowenasrabbit]

imagine being between your f/o’s legs. getting nice and comfy maybe laying on your stomach or sat on your knees in front of their chair. reaching out to push their thighs apart, spreading them nice and wide and open. imagine them being so turned on that you can smell it, you can see how their pussy glistens with slick arousal. you lean in and begin pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin of their inner thigh, all the way up one then the other…

you hover just above where they want you most for a moment, inhaling the scent of their arousal, feeling the warmth of their cunt emanating. from above, you can hear their breath hitching, and you delight in the way they wriggle a little, desperate for you to taste them. maybe they whine. maybe they even beg.

finally, you dip your head down all the way and drag your tongue up their pussy, achingly slow and tender. their flesh is warm and soft, and you savour the taste of their juices. you settle in, lapping slowly at their clit, arms winding round their thighs comfortably, ready to spend as long as you like down there tasting your love. they exhale shakily, relieved and content at the feeling — that’s exactly what they’ve been needing.

no proshippers, no ship doubles.

do not make this post about cocks.

[sugarspicenights]

your fav finding out you've never given anyone a handjob before and getting even harder when you look up at them with puppy dog eyes and ask for help learning how~~

[nevadaafterdark]

cockwarming while playing a horror game so you can feel when i get scared 'cause my boycunt's clenching around your gock