wolfiehrt

[wolfiehrt]

i love doggy bc i can fuck myself on someone’s cock but they can also grab my hips and slam me back into them just as easily if i’m not going fast or hard enough for them. i love when they hold my arms behind me and use them to pull me onto their cock and forcing it so deep that my eyes cross😵‍💫😵‍💫

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the absolute best is when they dont even use ur holes to get off n end up cumming anyway.. slowly fucking ur mouth w their fingers n forcing u to keep eye contact w them while they jerk off, straddling ur stomach n pinning ur hands down w their knees n hitting u w one hand n pleasuring themselves w the other…… god lives in the object suffering for the greater good. like when the screwdriver, lost in its work, strips the screw of its signifier but not of its purpose…………… what was this abt

[wolfiehrt]

werewolf forcing the knot in 😵‍💫

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being trained like a proper mutt by ur owner— going over the motions again + again to really make sense of your place below them. listening to commands + receiving treats by their hand. being told to ‘wait’, ‘sit’, ‘speak’. being smacked on the nose for not doing something as properly told. panting from the obscene amount of time you spend obeying + doing as ur told. woof.

[wolfiehrt]

Thought too hard about having them bent over a surface that's a little too high for them so they have to stand on their toes while I rape them, that way they can't kick out properly, their feet scrabbling at the ground, panting and feebly whining trying to get balanced as I keep them pinned to the table or backrest of the couch and just keep fucking them, the other hand in their hair, telling them I thought they were too tight, too small for this, fuck, but I guess the only thing they're too small for is this table, see, it fits, just like I always imagined it would, fuck, it fits, so why do you keep crying, take it, I need you to fucking take it

[wolfiehrt]

Thinking about fucking someone who's just a bit too tight, who's already gasping and whimpering just from the tip. Listen, I know what it's gonna feel like. I know it'll feel like rape, but you don't understand. There's no other way. You're just. Too. Tight. Too small. I have to be all the way inside, and stop whining about me pulling out. You're so fucking wet, you need me inside this way. I know about this stuff so shut up. Then grabbing them by the throat, their legs spread but shaking, spasming as you force yourself in and tears well up in their eyes. Their arms collapsing underneath them before they raise them to try and stop you. To try and push you away before you ruin their pretty little hole any further. But you're in too deep now. Too deep to stop, too deep to pull out. No way out but through, isn't that what they say? Tighten your grip on their throat and make them take it. Take it all the way, to the base, til your tip is kissing their insides. Making them blubber and curse and cry. Fuck. Just wait til you're bouncing on it.

[wolfiehrt]

Cuteness agression but sexual style as in someone is just too sweet and cute and all I want to do is hold them down and bite and bruise and turn them into a whimpering mess

[wolfiehrt]

A punishment where they force their cock in my ass, then tell me if I want it to stop I have to fuck myself on it until they cum

[wolfiehrt]

Stream results for abkaz!

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Commission for raptorgirlfeathers.bsky.social! I don’t know what hypothesis this is supposed to support but I cannot deny that science is happening

[wolfiehrt]

Thinking about fucking someone who's just a bit too tight, who's already gasping and whimpering just from the tip. Listen, I know what it's gonna feel like. I know it'll feel like rape, but you don't understand. There's no other way. You're just. Too. Tight. Too small. I have to be all the way inside, and stop whining about me pulling out. You're so fucking wet, you need me inside this way. I know about this stuff so shut up. Then grabbing them by the throat, their legs spread but shaking, spasming as you force yourself in and tears well up in their eyes. Their arms collapsing underneath them before they raise them to try and stop you. To try and push you away before you ruin their pretty little hole any further. But you're in too deep now. Too deep to stop, too deep to pull out. No way out but through, isn't that what they say? Tighten your grip on their throat and make them take it. Take it all the way, to the base, til your tip is kissing their insides. Making them blubber and curse and cry. Fuck. Just wait til you're bouncing on it.

[wolfiehrt]

"youre so tight" "i might be too big" "you can take all of it right puppy? gooood boy i knew you could" "shhhhhh" "look at me puppy." "awwwwe what a good boy you are" "puppy want a treat?" "be a good dog and stay still/stay quiet" "you wanna cum? ask first" "dont you wanna make your owner happy?" "you can cum one more time i know you can" "look how wet you are for me" "youve been craving me i can tell from how desperate you are"

this post is about how much i love talkative doms/tops

[wolfiehrt]

"No no, go on. Try to safe word. I want you to. Yea there you go that's it. No I'm not stopping, you're so smart! I'm raping you. I've been raping you this whole time. Awe, it's too late to struggle now sweetie."

[wolfiehrt]

pretty women are allowed to touch me wherever they want without asking for consent first i think

[wolfiehrt]

This summer heat has me going insane btw all i can think of is sweaty prone bone while we're both half delirious from the heat, sweat sticking our bodies together, licking the back of their neck, the sound of my hips slamming into their ass, I'm too hot to be this close to another person but at the same time I can't stop, they're drawing me in, they're too tight for me to go all the way but their legs are slighty spread and it's so fucking wet, I can't tell if it's sweat or cum or both and i just keep humping, keep fucking them, no pause no anything, mindless humping for hours because they won't let my cock go and we're fused together with sweat, cum and spit

[wolfiehrt]

It is hard to moan and run at the same time.

That is the key lesson that I hope to impart upon you today little one.

Yes, I know, you’re such a big strong soldier with a scary scowl who’s never once thought about sitting still and letting Miss dress you in something beautiful.

Yes, I know, you had lofty goals and elaborate plans with a rebellion that you were so desperate to see through. There is an obvious word in your language to describe this moment.

Anger.

“This is wrong!” You cry out, “I don’t want to be a pet. I want freedom. This is wrong.”

It makes my injectors start to dribble just hearing you. Because I know a fundamental truth about an adorable thing like you.

It is hard to moan and run at the same time.

My tendril moves across the space so effortlessly it makes you wonder if I deliberately let you go. I take great joy in selecting a spot where the skin looks softest and neediest to plunge into. It’s a feeling you’ll come to crave soon. The lazy drag of the thorn, the perfect choice, the heat of it under your flesh, the way it makes everything you touch feel so incredible. The dusting of pollen on the pinprick.

Perhaps I did let you go, because every moment that you spend hoisted off the ground and wrapped in my vines as I take you back to the bed seems to erode your fight more.

Angry tears and writhing limbs fighting against indescribable pleasure in a war of cognitive dissonance.

The fact that I have made you love the way I feel only makes you hate me more. For now. You are in the early stages.

Denial.

This is a particularly cute place for you to find yourself. I adore denial. Gasping, shouting through a vibrating tone. You continue with your old shtick for as long as possible as I effortlessly grip your wrists and ankles. I press your body into the soft material of the most comfortable bed you have ever felt.

I coo, and administer light petting to you, the animal in front of me. It comforts you on a primal level. Still you shout about your escape plans, how you want to kill me, what a monster I am.

Bargaining.

You finally admit that I’ve done something to you, but you refuse to identify the exact sensation you are experiencing.

You know what it is. I know what it is. Yet, we pretend. I believe Terrans refer to this as flirting. I ask you what’s wrong petal, and you spit in my face. You say that I know exactly what I’ve done, and yet you still refuse to use the exact word as I start to pull at the seams of your standard issue jumpsuit. Little pulls at thread that match the way I’m tugging at your resilience. With every opening I slide another vine deeper, running across your arms, your thighs. You whimper as I finally shatter the illusion you have constructed.

Docility.

You realize now the inescapable reality of your bliss, but you are not ready to appreciate it yet. All at once your limbs go slack as the fight leaves you. The cortisol drains and drops out, quickly replaced by the endorphins and euphoriants I have ensured are reaching optimal levels. It is my preference to work through this stage as efficiently as possible.

The pet inside you is winning. She needs encouragement to properly take root. I finish removing your clothes and maximize the surface area available for my molestation. Ropes of my body bind you tighter, hold you closer.

Vines that live the closest to my core with fibrous textures tease at your skin. Oh, how you’ll crave them in time as their rougher material becomes associated in your mind at a neurochemical level with the addling and addictive comfort of my most intimate cuddles.

I run a grafted feeler across your scalp in a massage that makes you drool and gasp. Your dilated eyes roll back into your skull as I hum as warm and loving song into your grey matter.

Smaller tendrils run between your toes, across your neck, into the folds of your eyes and nose. They brush your lips and they part so easily, but I do not enter. This is still the beginning of our courtship and I wish the explore the moist cavity of your throat at a later time when it can be fully appreciated.

You leak from every place a pet can leak.

I produce a flower bud and rock it lazily back and forth in front of your bleary eyes.

You watch as the soft petals of the bulb retract, revealing the dripping thorn within.

You break into a million little pieces as the pet within you wins the battle.

My sweet little thing begs for more.

How can I possibly resist.

[wolfiehrt]

Gals you have not fucking lived until you've held a girl down by the wrists while she genuinely tries and fails to squirm free, and seen the fear in her eyes as she realizes she can't do it.