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We're Sister Stars, or just Stars for short. A plural DID system who loves to horny post! We have some pretty extreme fantasies and kinks, so if anything like that makes you uncomfortable, hey! No judgment! Just block me and you'll never see me again, but if anything of mine interests you, make sure to like or reblog so i can start looking at you a little more, they dont call me a stalker for no reason afterall <3
obviously Minors DNI, and content warning for everything from CNC to snuff.
hope you all have a lovely day <3
and dont think i dont see you reading this post as we speak~
I can’t cum and it hurts :( someone please ruin me for the first time❤️
𝖔𝖈𝖙. 11𝖙𝖍 cnc + somnophilia.
w: mature content including *cnc, *somnophilia, brief f.receiving oral, spit, condescension, creampie.
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Rebuilding you is just as, if not more important than, breaking you.
Come apart for me, so I can remake you as my own.
18+
Age in bio
Pinned post in the making, please bear with me - this is a draft.
Ok, I guess I need a pinned post with a few things about me:
- 24, Spanish islander in the uk - GMT
- this blog is new, old blog: @vaccantsex-blog
- sub leaning switch
- sapiosexual submission/intellectual ownership
- I honestly just want someone to turn by brain to dust, pretty please
- Dom application🎀 (trying things out jeje)
Dominance is not about control alone, is about trust. Submission is given, not taken (even if I make you think otherwise)
Obviously, MDNI.
I will continue to add things as I learn what to write on these pinned post.
Ps: please feel free to dm me and give constructive criticism or guidance on what to write here. I give consent to degrading dms too :)
need to get drunk and stumble out of the wrong exit at the bar, a little disoriented when i realize i’m in the back alley and not at the front like i thought,, only to get pushed against the cold brick wall, pinned and held in place by some stranger who bunches up my skirt and rips my panties off in their haste to rape me in the alley🥰
big sister that laces your weed <3 big sister that smokes with you and encourages you to keep taking hits so you don't notice how sober she is <3 big sister that pretends to be concerned when you start getting dizzy and offers to help you get to your room <3 big sister that you trust so, so much pinning you down and raping you while you're too fuzzy to scream for help <3 big sister that gaslights you into thinking you had an incestuous wet dream that you're weird for even bringing up <333333
UH where is my pervert big brother who drugs my sleepy time tea?
I need him to come rape my pussy while I’m passed out ASAP
virginity isn't real but also I need to get mine back so he can take it from me violently
trying to, "no what are you doing no please don't dad please don't please it's gonna hurt please stop daddy please stop no no no no no please no" my way into having my virginity taken
nothing makes me feel more like one of Those bloggers than being on a daddy kick. what if there was a man and he was my father and we had nonconsensual sex
"Don't you love being your father's little rapebait before bed?" while shoving my dick inside your pussy
I wanna get fucked. Like really really fucked.
Fucked with a huge cock until i'm gasping and begging for him to stop, but he shoves my face into the pillow and tells me to shut the fuck up and I don't get to tell him what to do.
I wanna be filled with cum so much that my belly is bloated and he's still going.
I wanna be treated like a mindless cock slut, like my only purpose is to be a hole for his dick.
I want him to fuck me until it hurts and even then i want him to keep going. No matter how much i try to push him away, no matter how much i tell him no, his dick, his tongue, his fingers, all i want is the insane pleasure he gives. Whenever he wants. And I don't want to have a say in it.
(more ideas coming soon i'm feeling extra lustful rn <3)
Caught in a trap
He stood at the foot of the bed, a silhouette against the flickering candlelight. His hands moved slowly, deliberately, as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. The sound of the fabric sliding against his skin sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing down on her like a physical force.
“Do you know why you’re here?” His voice was low, gravelly, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. He loved this part—the moment before the storm, when the tension was unbearable and the air was charged with unspoken desires.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin. “You’re here because you need this,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Because you crave it. Because you know, deep down, that you belong to me.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her with a surge of wetness between her thighs. She wanted to protest, to deny it, but the truth was written all over her face. He smirked, a knowing, predatory grin, and straightened up.
His hand came down hard on her thigh, the sharp sting of the slap rippling through her body. She cried out against the gag, her back arching off the bed. He didn’t wait for her to recover before delivering another blow, this time on the opposite thigh. The pain was sharp, searing, but it was mixed with something else—something that made her clench her thighs together in a desperate attempt to suppress the rising heat.
“Do you feel that?” He growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Do you feel how wet you are, even as I punish you? That’s because you love it. You love being at my mercy, don’t you?”
She shook her head furiously, tears welling up in her eyes, but her body betrayed her again as another wave of arousal washed over her. He chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh, barely grazing her sensitive flesh.
“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me,” he murmured, his fingers dipping lower, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily, desperate for more. But he pulled his hand away, leaving her aching and empty.
He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a sleek, black vibrator. Her eyes widened as she saw it, her breath hitching in her throat. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room, and he traced it along her skin, letting the vibrations tease her without giving her what she needed.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice firm, unyielding. She shook her head again, her pride warring with her desire. He tutted, mock disappointment in his tone, and pressed the vibrator against her clit, the sudden intensity making her writhe against her restraints.
“I said, tell me,” he repeated, his voice sharp as a whip. She moaned against the gag, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her release. He increased the pressure, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to come, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her cries muffled by the gag. He kept the vibrator pressed against her, forcing her to ride the wave of pleasure until she was trembling, her body spent.
He finally turned off the vibrator, setting it aside, and leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost tender. “That’s just the beginning.”
She lay trembling on the bed, her body still quivering from the orgasm he’d forced out of her. Her wrists and ankles were bound, the silk scarf around her neck and leather cuffs on her limbs digging slightly into her skin, a constant reminder of her helplessness. He stood over her, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. He didn’t say a word, but his silence was more commanding than any speech could have been.
He reached for the vibrator again, his movements deliberate, almost slow, as if he were savoring every second of this. Her breath hitched as she felt the cold plastic brush against her sensitive clit again. She tried to squirm away, but the restraints held her firmly in place.
“Ah, ah,” he chided softly, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re not going anywhere, pup.”
He flicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. She whimpered behind the gag, her body already responding to the sensation. He smirked, watching her intently as he pressed the toy firmly against her.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And this time, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.”
Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal flashing in them. She shook her head, a muffled protest escaping her lips, but he only chuckled darkly.
“You can fight it all you want, but we both know you’ll give in,” he murmured, his free hand trailing up her thigh. “You’re too far gone now.”
He was right. The pleasure was already building, her body betraying her as the vibrations sent waves of sensation through her. She tried to clench her thighs together, but he was quick to stop her, his strong hand gripping her leg and holding her open.
“None of that,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re going to take it, whore. All of it.”
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as the pressure grew, her body aching for release. He watched her closely, his eyes dark with desire as he saw her struggle against the inevitable.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice softer now, almost tender. “Let it happen, doll. Don’t fight it.”
She shook her head again, her body trembling as she tried to hold back, but it was no use. The orgasm crashed over her with a force that left her gasping, her body arching off the bed as pleasure consumed her. He kept the vibrator pressed against her, forcing her to ride the wave until she was shaking, her cries muffled by the gag.
When she finally came down, her body limp and spent, He turned off the vibrator and set it aside. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “But we’re not done yet.”
Before she could react, he was moving again, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized what he was about to do.
“No,” she mumbled against the gag, shaking her head frantically. “Please, no.”
But he only smirked, his grip tightening on her hips. “You don’t get to say no, pet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock already hard and ready. She whimpered, her body still sensitive from the orgasms, but he didn’t give her time to adjust. He pushed into her with one swift, powerful thrust, the force of it driving the air from her lungs.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move. “You feel so good, pup. So tight.”
Her cries were muffled by the gag, her body shaking as he fucked her with a relentless intensity. He didn’t hold back, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. But he had no intention of stopping.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’m going to make you come on my cock, doll.”
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but he only laughed darkly.
“Yes, you will,” he said, his hands moving to her clit, his fingers pressing down hard. “I’ll make you.”
The combination of his cock and his fingers was too much, the pleasure building rapidly despite her resistance. Her body betrayed her once more, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her screaming behind the gag. He still didn’t stop, fucking her through it until she was a trembling, sobbing mess.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft but no less commanding. “Good girl, Such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”
He finally slowed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more controlled. Her body was completely spent, her mind foggy with pleasure and exhaustion, but he wasn’t done yet. He needed to make sure she was ruined in every way, shape and form. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
He pulled out and looked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re doing so well, doll,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But this is far from over.”
He reached for something on the bedside table, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw what it was—another toy, this one larger and more intimidating than the first.
He smirked as he saw the fear in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, pup,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “You’ll take it. You’ll take everything I give you.”
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Because you’re mine now.”
His fingers traced the edge of the new toy, his dark eyes locked on hers. Wider, he thought as he watched her pupils dilate, her breath hitching as she tried to turn her head away. But the silk scarf around her neck kept her in place, forcing her to face him, to face what was coming.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her. “Is it fear? Or are you just that excited?”
Her throat felt dry, her body caught between the lingering ache of her last orgasms and the sharp, electric fear of what was next. Her wrists tugged uselessly against the leather cuffs, the sound of the restraints creaking filling the silence.
He tilted his head, his smirk deepening as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I think it’s both,” he said, answering his own question. He trailed a finger down her side, the touch light, almost teasing. “You’re scared, but you’re wet. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.”
He straightened. The toy in his hand was larger, thicker, and her stomach tightened as she stared at it. I can’t, she thought, panic bubbling up inside her. But his voice cut through her thoughts, calm and commanding.
“You can. And you will.”
He stepped closer, the toy in one hand, the other reaching for her thigh. His touch was firm, almost possessive, as he pushed her legs apart further. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag in her mouth. Her body was hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sending shivers through her.
His gaze never left hers as he positioned the toy, the tip pressing against her entrance. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself, but his voice stopped her.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself unable to look away. His expression was intense, almost predatory, and it sent a jolt of heat through her that she hated herself for feeling.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending an unexpected thrill through her.
And then he pushed the toy in.
Her back arched, her toes curling as she tried to adjust to the size. It was too much, too much, but he didn’t stop. He pushed it deeper, his hand steady, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You’re taking it so well,” he said, his voice low and approving. “Just relax, doll. Let it happen.”
But how could she relax when every nerve in her body was on fire? The toy filled her, stretching her in ways that made her gasp, her chest heaving. His free hand moved to her clit, his fingers brushing against it lightly, almost teasingly.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his tone almost marveling. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Even if you won’t admit it.”
She shook her head, no, no, no, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a shiver of pleasure. He chuckled, a dark, knowing sound, and increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers working in small, deliberate circles.
The dual sensations of the toy inside her and his fingers on her clit were overwhelming, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of yet another painful orgasm. But he pulled back, his hand stilling, and she let out a desperate, muffled whine.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We’re not done.”
He reached for something else on the table, and her stomach dropped as she saw what it was—a butt plug, sleek and intimidating. Her eyes widened, panic flooding through her as she shook her head vigorously, the gag muffling her protests.
“Relax,” he said, his tone almost soothing now. “I’ll take care of you.”
But his words did little to calm her. She felt the cold press of lubricant against her entrance, her body tensing as he positioned the plug. His other hand moved to her hip, holding her steady as he pushed it in.
Her breath hitched, her entire body stiffening as the plug filled her. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t before.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. “So tight. So perfect.”
His words sent a shiver through her, and to her horror, she felt another rush of wetness between her legs. Why does he make me feel like this? she thought, her mind a chaotic mess of fear and arousal.
He straightened again, his gaze sweeping over her bound body with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice firm, almost reverent. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
He moved to the head of the bed, his fingers brushing over her gag. “You’re going to take me now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to do it without complaint.”
Her stomach tightened as he untied the gag, pulling it free. Her mouth felt dry, her throat sore, but there was no time to recover before his hand was on the back of her head, guiding her toward him.
“Open,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.
She hesitated, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body obeyed, her lips parting. His cock was still hard, the tip brushing against her lips as he pushed himself into her mouth.
His grip on her hair tightened as he started to thrust, his movements slow but deliberate. Her eyes watered as she tried to adjust, her throat tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it. All of it.”
His thrusts grew rougher, faster, as he used her mouth for his own pleasure. Her body was still trembling from the toys inside her, the sensations overwhelming as her owners cock filled her throat.
“You’re so good at this,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. “So perfect for me.”
His words sent a jolt of heat through her, and despite herself, she felt her body responding, her arousal building to a final release. The toys inside her pressed against sensitive spots rocked and moved with every thrust in her throat. The orgasm crashed hard and she convulsed with no control over herself. His cock in her mouth sent waves of pleasure through him and it became impossible not to fill her throat with his seed.
got a new dress today, what do you think :3
The dimly lit room created an atmosphere of fear, the only sound being the soft, repressed moans of forced pleasure from a vibrator roughly pressed to her clit.She lays naked on the bed, bound and restricted, her body glistening with sweat with streaks of blood trickling down her thighs. her owner stood by the side of her, his eyes filled with desire and hunger as he held a knife with one hand. proud of his mutilation he had brought on her, his initials bold across her thigh and his pet name on the other “whore”. he throws the knife into he background and withdraws a gun hidden in his waistband. panic overtakes her as she begins to sob as she feels the barrel placed against her forehead. ‘no’ was no longer an option.
waking up engulfed by them, rough hands holding you in place so you can’t move while they fuck into you sleepily because they could wait for you to wake up >>
“Polka dots and play things. Toys for my toy. How lovely and fulfilling a sight you are while you shake and shiver from the cold steel of my blade as it brushes against your soft, warm, flawless flesh. Your apprehension and anxious movements are adorable and only serve to further feed my twisted desire to take you and do disgusting things to your body and mind. You’ll be more careful what you wish for from now on, won’t you? I’m going to break you little girl. In the most beautifully evil ways.”
- Master Knox
Thoughts on cnc? X
“I have dabbled in CNC and have zero issues with it. I enjoyed it anytime that it was the zone of play and am not at all opposed to partaking more. I find it to be incredibly erotic and sexy on its own level and it proved to be an amazing ego boost while providing an unmatched feeling of power of a different caliber.”
“To that I add, be careful who you attempt it with. It can have severe consequences and aftereffects equally as intense as the fun it can bring. Trust who you perform this kink with to the highest degree. Talk about limits and safety BEFORE experimenting in CNC and please, by all means…know your partner!”
- Master Knox
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