First off, you can call me 🍒! I’ve been really nervous to send in an ask, so I’m just going to be anon. I’ve been reading your blog and I especially love your One pieces and your messages with 🌸Anon. And I was wondering if you could write something based off your last message with them. About being taken advantage of, intoxicated or not. The thought of it makes me really horny, and I just want to read how you’d play it out in your head. Sincerely, a loving Anon 🍒

breedyftm:

Hey there! No reason to be nervous you can message me with the IMs if you want 😀 And I sure can!

I like the fantasy with the teacher.

Like, imagine you’re on a school trip somewhere and you get sick so you have to sit out on the daytrip and stay in the youth hostel, resting. Of course they can’t leave you on your own, so one of the teachers stays with you. He’s a sweet guy, making you tea to calm down and he sits by your bedside and makes sure you are taking your medicine. He spoons something in your mouth that’s probably nyquil and makes you promise to sleep a bit. His hand settles on your forehead to feel your temperature and his touch is so soothing that you close your eyes. The weight of his palm pushes your head into the pillows a little and despite your fever, you find yourself relaxing.

“That’s better. You can rest, I’ll be here.” He says and you relax even more. Something is making you incredibly sleepy and you figure, it’s probably the medicine. You give a weak cough and then sigh when his hand slips down your face, over your cheek. His fingertips tickle against your neck and you’re thinking about how nice it feels but that this is probably not appropriate. And then you fall asleep.

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goddexsigyn:

Daily Fantasy: Sept. 9th

It’s the middle of the night and I’m sleeping.

My dom wakes up and needs me, right now.

Semi-conscious but still half floating in sleep, I feel their hand in my hair, and I hear them say “Just relax. Be good for me. It’s okay.”

Then they’re fucking me. Hard. It shakes my whole body and my eyes roll back. Their hands are bruising my thighs and it hurts. They’re biting me, desperate, needy.

“I know, baby. But you can take it. That’s it. Be my good slut.”

I cum and they keep fucking me. It’s too much, I feel lightheaded and too hot, I start to beg, to tell them I can’t take anymore.

They cover my mouth with their hand and use me until they’re satisfied.

I am shaking and tear-streaked. They wrap me up in their arms and kiss my wet face and tell me how good I am, how proud they are, how cute I am when they hurt me and I can’t do anything about it, that I belong to them and this is what I’m for.

We both drift back to sleep.

I wanna wake up with my hands tied above my head or behind my back, and I’m already being fucked, with my mind struggling to comprehend what’s going on in my sleepy daze, when all I feel is pleasure