shellka

[shellka]

He's older. Smarter. More experienced. He knows how to wait, he knows how to play. But when it comes to you, he loses control. There's fire in his eyes, a command in his voice. He doesn't just want you. He's obsessed. He reads you like a book, but tears the pages if anyone else looks at the cover. And you feel it - in the way he holds you by the waist a little tighter than necessary. In the way the silence between you is louder than any confession.

[shellka]

"your my property, understand?"

"shh it's okay baby, daddy's almost done"

"Ah ah.. Who said you could stop? Hm?"

"good girl, such a good fucking girl for me."

"no no, keep going baby."

that shit is making me FUCKING CRAZY

[shellka]

As a chronic over-thinker, I like the idea of getting fucked so thoroughly that I can’t think anymore. For mental health reasons.

[shellka]

My "don't cum inside, take it out" take is the top actually laughing and saying "if you don't want me to cum in so bad then fucking wriggle away, go on push me, beat me, struggle to take me out of you" just to enjoy the bottom squirming in desperation trying to get away from them just to filled to the brim with cum

[shellka]

I’m very angry lately n I want to fuck someone to the point their body is lifeless from being overstimulated n all they can make out is weak moans n pretty dumb faces. Just fucking take it for me yeah?

[shellka]

wanna be woken up by a fat cock stuffed deep in my pussy, fucking me awake. when i whine at how good it feels, shush me and tell me to go back to sleep even as you make it impossible by pressing me down into the mattress and pounding into me rough and fast and so hard that all i can do is take it

[shellka]

“No wait, that’s way too big, it won’t fit- oh no please stop! It won’t fit, it hurts, please, stop- take it out! Oh no please take it out, it’s too big, it’s too big, you’re going to break me-”

[shellka]

"If you get to cum all over my cock, it's only fair that I get to fill your little pussy up."😵‍💫

[shellka]

the urge to wake up already getting fucked. waking up, body rocking slightly, wet sounds in air, the smell of sex hitting my nose, moaning when they thrust into my cunt, and i realize they’ve already cum inside me at least once. dizzy from sleep, groggy in my movements, a hand curls over my mouth. “shh, shh, im not done.” urging me to either go to back to sleep or at least pretend to be. it’s not about me, it’s about them. it’s about their cock pressing right up to my cervix and cumming deep in me, about the way my pussy squeezes and milks and begs for more even when im asleep. i can’t help but melt into the bed while they rut into me, not quite drifting back to sleep, but still hazy enough that im good for them, not moving, just being a perfect warm, sloppy hole

[shellka]

Two doms with one sub hmmm yeah

One is really mean and shoving their face into the mattress while smacking their cunt and fucking them roughly

The other is cradling the subs head in their lap and petting their hair and cooing at them for doing so well

“You’re gonna fucking take it, this is what you’re good for. Brainless fucking mutt.”

“Oh baby, you’re doing so good. Taking it so well, sweet boy. Good job baby.”

Gimme gimme gimme gimme

[shellka]

sleepy sex where i can barely keep my eyes open and his hand is in my pants rubbing my clit and he's caressing my hair *sigh*

[shellka]

I need someone to take out on these little road trips I’m always taking about. Be my entertainment sitting in my passenger seat. Nothing but a loose top and a skirt so I can grope, finger, squeeze, or rub anything I want while I drive. Stopping at every other gas station to fill the tank and your pretty holes. Making you clean your self off my cock before getting back on the road. I’ll put a towel under you so I can watch my cum drip out of your aching holes as you tease your clit to the feeling.

[shellka]

love the idea of getting someone dripping wet to the point where i’m able to push inside them so easy, chuckling and remarking “you need it that bad, huh?” before burying my face in their neck and fucking them so deep and rough

[shellka]

Your dom letting their anger out on you by pinning you down to the nearest thing possible and fucking you so hard you release nothing but silent moans and struggles to breathe as your eyes roll to the back and you’re incapable to form words.

[shellka]

Off and On. You always push. It's who you are. You poke and you prod and you yell until you get a reaction.

He puts up with it. Most of the time.

Today, you're getting your nails done. The woman is digging into your cuticle with a sharp metal tool and it fucking hurts. You whip out your phone and call him.

"Talk to me," you say into the speaker. "Keep my mind off this."

And he does. He tells you about his day, about some stupid meeting. You listen. You don't interrupt. You don't make a single sarcastic comment. You just listen, your eyes squeezed shut, focusing on his voice instead of the stinging pain. You're so polite. So nice.

He stops talking mid-sentence. The silence on the line stretches out.

"The pain quiets you down," he says, pausing, collecting his thoughts. "I think I like you this way."

You don't know how to answer, and before you can think of anything, he hangs up.

You're annoyed when you get home, ready to start a fight about how that conversation ended, but when you see him in the living room, he has a look in his eye you don't recognize. There's a small velvet box in his hand.

He opens it. Inside are two metal clamps connected by a thin, silver chain.

He doesn't say a word. He just walks over to you and lifts your shirt. The pinch on each nipple is sharp. A quick little shock that makes you gasp. He leaves them on, and slowly, over the next hour, the sharp pinch fades into a dull, constant ache. A low thrum of pain, always there under your skin.

———

Later, you're on the couch with him, trying to decide what to watch. You're getting frustrated.

"Seriously? I would have thought you had better taste. My brain will actually rot if we watch this."

He doesn't even really look at you. He just reaches over and gives the little chain a soft tug.

The ache in your nipples flashes into a sharp, white-hot line. You glare at him, your anger momentarily stunned but not gone.

"Don't," you bite out, trying to hold on to your fury. "I'm serious. I won't watch..." He tugs it again. A little harder this time, a quick, insistent flick of his wrist.

Another jolt. This one stronger. It rattles you. The words get stuck. Your focus blurs at the edges and you have to fight to remember what you were so mad about. The show. Right. The stupid show.

"You won't watch what?" he asks. His voice is calm, almost bored.

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. You just shake your head, still trying to fight it, to hold onto the familiar comfort of your anger.

He gives the chain one last, sharp snap.

That's the one. Your brain just… jshdkfjhgsk. A wave of static washes everything away. The anger. The argument. All gone. You stare at the TV, a blank, hazy warmth spreading through your chest from the two achy points.

"What were you saying?" he asks.

"I… forget it."

He smiles.

———

The next day, there's another box. You're on your knees on the bed, the clamps already fastened. He opens this box to reveal a smooth, heavy butt plug.

"Ass up," he says.

You obey without much thought. He coats the tip with lube, and it’s cold against your skin. The tip presses against you. You flinch. He holds it there, letting you get used to the idea before he slowly starts to push. It's a deep, wide stretch, but your body makes room for it, your muscles giving way to the insistent pressure. He pushes it all the way in until the flared base rests flush against you.

And then he just leaves you there. On your hands and knees. Filled.

The feeling is immense. Every time you breathe, you feel it shift. Every tiny movement is a reminder that he put it there. That you are full of him.

You start to drip down your leg. The constant fullness in your ass makes your pussy ache for his cock. You try to stay still, but your hips twitch. You press yourself against the mattress, a pathetic little grind. You whine. Definitely not a sound a brat would make.

"Please," you whimper into the sheets.

He laughs.

He pushes you flat onto your stomach and gets behind you. He fucks you with the plug still inside. The pressure of him and the pressure of the plug all at once is too much. It's overwhelming. You're a total mess, drooling into the pillow, your hips moving on their own, chasing a new feeling you can’t get enough of.

The clamps stop the anger. The plug brings the bliss. If he wants his brat back, he can always take them off, but when he wants you like this, he has his tools.

He knows how to turn you off. And he knows how to turn you on.

[shellka]

”We totally shouldnt do this” x ”it feels too good to stop”

[shellka]

Sorry for dragging you into that alley and kissing and fingering you. You just looked so pretty, and it will happen again