I Fucking Love When People Call Me Pathetic When I’m Horny. Like Yes Remind Me How Pathetic I Am That

I cannot brat at all I'm too starved of praise and affirmation that I'm being good and doing good I will literally follow any command given to me if it means I'll get that rush from the praise I'm given

imagine yourself on a bus, minding your own business, when you feel a hand grope your ass. you squirm but you don't fight it off, because why would you? a pretty ass like that deserves it, right? you try to fight them off but they're larger than you and they laugh as they continued to molest you.

and another man gropes your tits, fondling you beneath your shirt, pulling your nipples as you tried to pull away. people are noticing, but no one makes a move to help you. no one listens to your begging. they're too entranced at seeing this pretty little slut get touched in public.

soon enough there are multiple hands on your body, men and women, tugging your clothes down, touching your ass and your tits and your pussy and your mouth. No one can hear you scream, not when people are shoving you to the ground, ripping your underwear off. someone shoves a cock in your mouth to shut you up, fucking your face as another one drives his cock up your pussy and fingers slide into your ass. your hands are yanked, and you feel slick hard cocks against them. All your holes and hands are put to work. You're a filthy little fuck toy for them. There's cum in your holes, in your mouth and in your hands. You're getting wet, but you can't touch yourself.

It doesn't stop there no. You have an entire bus load of people waiting their turn to use you. Once someone finishes there's another cock to replace it. It takes you hours to go through them all. By then you're soaked in people's cum, and there's a puddle of your own juices beneath you.

You try to get up, but the same man that grabbed you first suddenly yanks you towards him. "You didn't think that it was over, did you?"

You scream as hands grab you again, but it's drowned by mocking laughter. They take your clothes away and cuff you to the handrails. A spreader bar keeps your legs wide and a spreader gag keeps your mouth open. Someone grabs a marker and starts writing on you 'Public Cumdump' with arrows pointing to your holes. Tally marks of all the people who used and violated you are written on your thigh.

The bus soon empties out, the driver glances at you, and then he restarts his route. More people come in, more people who are ready to use you as their pretty little cumdump.

i have no words

nice

Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

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Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.

hush puppy

A/n: oh wow headcannons so cute I wrote this while I was half asleep so… —kinktober day; 23—

warning(s); SMUT, power dynamic, degradation, praise, dry humping, pegging, pet names, and language

secret subs! who probably told you they were doms the first time you even brought up sex in fear that you would think how they actually wanted to be treated was gross and we’re afraid you wouldn’t like them if so

secret subs! who used to make themselves nauseous when previous flings would cry under them begging on their cock while degrading phrases were forced from his lips burning his tongue and ended not enjoying sex for a while

secret subs! who gets hard from you calling them a good boy even if they were doing something harmless like washing the dishes that has them rushing towards the bathroom to take care of the growing tint in their pants

secret subs! who act very poised and carry themselves with confidence that you can break down in seconds by a few words and light feathery touches to… sensitive areas

secret subs! who look up fem doms and are aching soon enough face flushed skin hot until they finally slam the laptop closed a vowel to never watch something like it again for obvious reasons… the obvious reasons being a stubborn boner pressing against their pants bottoms while they squeeze their legs together trying to take the pain off their aching cock

secret subs! who start testing the waters with little things like seeing how far they can get with making you angry before you tip over the edge and put them back in their place where they should stay

secret subs! who let out rushed moans not realizing what they said as you bounce on their cock your cunt swallowing them whole “ngh- oh fuck miss please”

secret subs! who let you fuck your frustrations out on them after a long day or a situation that didn’t go how you wanted it to “name augh- please, please, please, name” long whimpers and whines that are loud and clear while you thrust your hips into his abused hole hitting his prostate over and over with your strapped cock

secret subs! who act out just for your attention even if it’s the wrong attention or very right in their mind “please mam I’m ahh! I’m s-sorry I won’t do it a-a- oh fuck! I won’t do it again” he sobbed his arms tied behind his back bare now red and bruising ass revealed to you to use at you disposal “no, you wanted my attention? you got my attention baby” You hummed before bringing your hand down harshly the air whooshing behind it coming down with a harsh sting that brought tears to their eyes

Secret subs! who live for degrading insults as much as they do your praise “dirty fucking slut couldn’t wait five minutes before your getting off on my shoe” You chuckle staring down at him his clothed cock rubbing against the tip of your boot under your desk as you ended your online meeting

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

nsfw//

i’m usually pretty submissive, but when it comes to other trans guys…. bro i wanna make out with a dude wearing a skirt and slip a hand between his thighs only to find out he’s not wearing underwear and already completely soaked. i wanna play with his cock and feel him gasp into my mouth when i slide a finger or two into him. fuck and he’d start grinding into my hand?? i can only imagine his little flustered whimpers and red face. i’d be teasing him the entire time about how desperate and needy he is. i’d let him cum eventually, taking his cock into my mouth until he’s violently shaking and overstimulated, but i’d have to have my fun first, of course.

he/him, cishets dni

Kinktober day 6: Size difference

More of you kinky fucks need to talk about short dom tops more, need to realize that just because I'm shorter than you doesn't mean I can't easily bend you over and break you

I'll gladly shove and pin you down on the bed, push you down, ass up and presenting to me like the good sweet pet that you are, so I can easily spank and pinch at the pretty thighs of yours and get you whining love. You're just a little puppy after all honey, just a precious little puppy, with the sweetest and cutest tight little holes for me to stretch out and fuck. I can't reach enough to hold your wrists in my hands, but I can easily overstimulate you enough to get you gripping onto the sheets

No matter how short I am compared to you love, I can still get your mind all dumb and fuzzy, easily melting all your thoughts away as I rest my throbbing cock against your tummy. You and I know very well that this will end with you on my chest, as I cuddle and clean you up, your little puppy parts all stretched out and leaking my cum. After all, puppies are always smaller when they're on their knees and begging~

praise + degradation combo that isn’t centered around misgendering / detrans??? and celebrates your transness instead??

“you’re such a stupid boy, baby. a stupid, pretty boy.”

“you can’t think cause you have that drippy little cunt between your legs, huh? it’s ok baby, lots of men feel that way - you can’t help it, all that blood rushing from your brain to fill that cute little t-dick up just makes being smart sooo hard.”

“you like being my handsome little whore, don’t you?”

“does it feel good playing with your tits baby? of course you’re still a boy if you like it, lots of people have sensitive nipples no matter what, honey. here, let me help you.”

“you’re such a good boy, drooling all over your tits like that.”

“your boycunt gets so wet for me, it just loves all this attention doesn’t it? you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?”

“it wouldn’t matter if you had a pussy or not, baby - you’d be my little fleshlight either way. it just helps that your soaked cunt makes you such an obedient boy.”

(CISHET MEN / MISGENDERING + DETRANS / BLOGS / MINORS DNI)

Has a praise kink but shys away at compliments and hides wherever possible.

forced masculinisation kink where I find a trans guy who's afraid to come out or present more masc and slowly change him, a little at a time, dose him with T without him even knowing, until eventually he doesnt even recognise himself

Normalise sex being fun and funny, not taking it entirely serious and knowing things will not go to plan. Being able to laugh at maybe a slightly strange sound or an unexpected move or slipping up on words when trying to be serious. It’s not p0rn, it’s real people and it’s not going to be a perfectly rehearsed sexy scene it’s real and human. If you can’t have fun and laugh with your partner even in some compromising positions you’re missing out. Keep a list of funny moments and sentences, it’s so much more personal and intimate when you can joke with each other.