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(prompt idea, if you're ok with it! :3) Kitty PC keeps annoying the hell outta Bailey. Running in and out of his office, mouthing off, and whacking stuff off his desk. He finally snaps and throws them over his knee for some punishment... only to realize that the little shit is purring. This was their goal all along.

Hello love! Ooo i love this one, tbh i love all bailey asks because LSKSLSKDK I'm a whore for him unfortunately. (Or fortunately who knows)

He can't even count on both his hands the number of times you've barged in just to say something stupid like, "You look grumpy," or taking a pencil from his table and leaving with it, or simply taking the huge pile of paperwork in front of him and "accidentally" knocking it over. He was trying to be patient, but it wasn't really in his nature to be so, that's why the next time you came in he was already out of his seat before you could even comprehend what was going on he'd pulled you over his lap, ripping your bottoms off as he held your hands behind your back in a firm grip.

"Fucking hate brats like you, you know that?" He said, leaning over as you tried not to let out a whimper. "Let's see how you like not being able to sit for a week," that's all you got out of him before his palm striked against your bottom, Bailey was expecting a scream, a wail, anything but what you gave him, you were purring, your head against one of his thighs as you wiggle around, wanting him to land another smack.

Bailey faltered for a second, 'what the fuck...' is all he could think to himself before he caught on, you wanted this didn't you? Although he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of winning, of getting what you've wanted since the start, but he's going to make you regret wanting this. His palms strike harder than before, making your entire body jolt forward. He could feel you getting aroused, your eyes closed in bliss, as you brought your mouth up to kiss him, he was quick to shobe your head down telling you to stay in your place before continuing.

It hadn't been long, maybe 5 minutes, but with the way your moans grew louder and the wet patch that now stained his black trousers, he couldn't help but feel heat rush through his body as well. "You're so fucking stupid you know that? Who in their right mind would want this you pain slut," he said, feeling himself get harder at the thought of punishing you further, punishments way harsher than having you thrown over his knee, and a few spankings. He wanted to break you, to make you need him so that you knew who you belonged to, no matter where he sent you when you couldn't pay, no matter where you went to earn money, you always came back, because you're meant to come back to him, his most prized possession.

You can't help but try to kiss him again, and tis time he complies, his hand grips the back of your throat, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue dances around yours, not tender or loving, but aggressive, as he bits down on your lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, making you jump against his thigh as he lets you up.

"The only thing you're good for is being a fucking pet, now get to work before I make your life worse," those are all the words you needed to know you had his permission to take out his dick as he leaned back against his chair, a firm grip on your hips still, all his prior work forgotten, he deserved a break after having to deal with brats like you, didn't he?

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𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐩𝐜𝐬 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

cw: incest, smut, dub/noncon, reeally screwed-up dynamics. 18+ ONLY.

this is my first fic for this game - well, it’s more a series of blurbs. slight regency au included too - enjoy :)

𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧.

there are many things that debutantes should not be doing on their entrance into society. laughing too loudly, flirting too brazenly, eating with the wrong fork.

yet of all the many rules and regulations hedging you about, you’re pretty sure no one ever thought of ‘no fucking your father in the conservatory during a masked ball.’

still, here you are, skirts rucked up around your waist, the shoulders of your gown pulled down to reveal your breasts, bouncing feverishly on leighton’s cock. he grunts, pawing at your chest and twisting your swollen nipples until you let out a whine.

“i’m…ahh…please, father, please,” you whimper, hardly conscious of what you’re saying, only that you want more, now. “don’t stop, don’t stop please i’m—“

as if your words mean nothing, he slows down, gripping your hips to prevent you from trying to move yourself on him. a frustrated cry leaves your lips as you pout tearily down at his smirk.

“what do you want?”

it’s a question he asked you long ago, deep inside you in your soft bed. you had barely been able to answer for blushing, but here, now, all embarrassment has fled in the face of an overwhelming need.

“i want to cum,” you whimper out. “i want to cum, please father please…”

sometimes he makes you beg more, but tonight he’s in a good mood. he jerks his hips up sharply, driving into you once more. a few more thrusts and you cum around him with a muffled wail, biting into his waistcoat to prevent anyone hearing you. leighton cums almost immediately after, filling you with his seed.

outside, you can hear a round of applause as the dance finishes, but in the conservatory all is silent save for your soft pants.

“i suppose we had better rejoin the masses,” leighton says. he sounds almost regretful. of course, he’s never really satisfied with just one round. you already know that as soon as you’re shut away in your carriage for the night he’ll be on you once more.

it’s wrong, but you don’t care. instead, you let your father press a sloppy kiss to your mouth and walk back into the ballroom on his arm, smiling and greeting friends with his cum drying on your thighs.

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 + 𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲.

“just like that, girls.”

from where you lie on the bed, your mother’s voice seems to come from very far away. you try to focus on her, but it’s difficult to do with your sister fucking you with her tongue. sydney’s licks are long and slow, curling around your swollen nub almost to the point of pain. you’ve already cum once, and the overstimulation is almost unbearable.

sirris watches you through narrowed eyes, seemingly unaware of the damp spot at the centre of her own lacy underthings. “hips up, dear. that’s it. your future husband won’t appreciate a dead doll in his bed. although—“ a wicked smile curls her lips—“i hear some men prefer that.”

sydney chuckles and the muffled sound sends vibrations through your overstrung body. you twitch and whimper, fisting the bedsheets restlessly as the coil in your stomach builds. you’re almost relieved when sirris decides to take off the rest of her clothes and join you. she kisses you lightly on the lips before straddling your face, her pussy leaking already.

the room is full of moans and sighs, the smell of sex mingling with that of sirris’ perfume. you lap at your mother’s cunt, dimly aware of your own building orgasm.

“that’s it, dear, just like that.” sirris sounds short of breath, her hips rocking more frantically against your face. “oh…oh! that’s it, again, again—ah!”

she convulses against you, her juices soaking your face. at the same time, sydney curls her fingers inside you along with her tongue and the pressure sends you over the edge once more. you thrash against the bed, body jerking and mind blank with pleasure.

in the aftermath, sydney curls up next to you, her head tucked against your breasts. sirris covers you both over with a blanket and kisses you on the forehead.

“my beautiful girls. you’re going to make someone very happy someday.”

you know she’s only trying to prepare you and sydney to be the best wives you can be, but to be honest, you can’t imagine a life better than this.

you fall asleep next to your sister, the remains of your combined arousal leaking onto the bedsheets.

𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧.

he only comes to you when he’s drunk.

there’s sweat pooling uncomfortably beneath your breasts, making your hair stick to the back of your neck, but you can’t think about that right now. not when your father seems determined to split you apart on his cock.

incoherent babbles slip past your lips, tears blurring your vision. he’s big, too big. when he’s sober your father is one of the kindest men you know, but when he’s drunk, nothing matters more to him than losing himself inside you.

“papa…” you sniffle. “stop, ‘s too much.” you can feel every ridge of him slipping inside you, an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure.

one big hand brushes your tears away, and he presses a kiss to the curve of your neck. “jus’ a little more,” his voice is slurred, accent stronger than ever. “a little more and it’ll feel good, alright?”

he doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead thrusting sudden and sharp, bottoming out inside you. you let out a high whine, bucking underneath him, but he pulls you up against him, lifting your small body up and down on his cock as you cling to his neck and sob. the friction proves to be too much; you cum quickly, twitching and whining, but doren is insatiable. he fucks you through one, two, three orgasms, until your mind is blank and your body limp.

“papa, cum. please.” you’re hazy-eyed, drooling, the words soft and slurred and you’re not sure if he even hears you. after a couple of thrusts however his body shudders and his cum spurts inside you, leaving you hot and full as your eyes roll back in your head, unconsciousness taking over. you don’t feel him pulling out of you or cleaning you up, changing your nightgown and tucking you back into bed on clean sheets.

you’re limping the next morning when you come down to breakfast and doren suggests you stay home for the day rather than going out to pay calls as you had initially planned. you agree happily, but you don’t talk about the night before. you never do.

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫.

“so you see, madam, our income for this year so far…”

briar’s fingers curl inside you, rubbing against a sensitive spot, and you let out a loud moan, interrupting the red-faced businessman at the other end of the table and making him blush even harder.

“madam, is it really necessary for one of your…” he clears his throat. “…employees to be present at our meeting?”

briar chuckles low in the back of her throat. “she’s my daughter.” she grins wickedly at the man’s horrified expression, and then, just to take matters further, pulls you into a kiss. you wrap your arms around her, bare breasts rubbing against the velvet of her dress, letting her explore your mouth with her tongue as she fingers you.

after several seconds, briar pulls away, stroking your hair. “my sweetest girl. who do you belong to?”

“y-you, mama.” you whimper and buck your hips as she circles your clit.

“good girl,” she whispers against the shell of your ear, before turning back to the man. he’s still trying to look horrified, but there’s no denying the lust in his eyes.

you’re used to such sights. your mother had told you one of the most powerful weapons in the world was sex, and you’d learned that firsthand, dancing on stage in the brothel and eventually taking clients. no one knew you like briar, however. no one loved you like her.

“more, mama,” you whine, arching your back.

briar laughs. “greedy girl.” she flicks your little nub, enjoying your yelp. “what do you say?”

“more, please.” you watch the man out of the corner of your eye, noticing the way his hand has disappeared beneath the table. a lazy smile curls your lips, growing wider as your mother fucks her fingers into you deeper.

“i’m—i’m…ah, please yes…please…mama, i’m ah—ahh!” you shake and writhe over her hand, not bothering to hold back your moans. briar fingers you through your orgasm, only stopping when you push at her hand with a little cry.

in the silence that follows, briar lifts her fingers to your mouth. you suck on them gently, tasting yourself. she then pushes you off her lap.

“on your knees, darling. i think our guest requires attention.”

“no, really i—“ his stammers die away as you crawl over, deft hands reaching for his belt. a little smile crosses your lips when you find it already undone.

the brothel secures another portion of stock that night, and briar celebrates by keeping your mouth and fingers busy on her until the wee hours of the morning. you don’t even bother to protest as she ekes another orgasm out of your overstimulated body, your cunt clenching weakly around the toy inside you.

your mother is your best client, after all.

𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲.

he’s angry with you. of course, you can’t ever remember a time when he wasn’t. you’re the bastard child who ruined his plans to move up in the world, but now he collects more than the meagre scraps of money you earn as a companion.

you’re bent face-first over the desk in his study, the hard edge ramming uncomfortably into your stomach with every sharp thrust. bailey’s grip on your hips is bruising, fingers digging into your soft skin. you don’t even want to know what will happen if someone walks in. not that anyone else in the workhouse cares. they all know of your twisted little arrangement and ignore it.

ignorance is survival.

you’ve been biting on your lip, trying to keep quiet, but at a particularly hard thrust you let out a small cry.

bailey’s hand tangles in your hair. “i said quiet, brat.”

“‘m sorry,” you whine out, unable to help yourself, “but papa, it hurts—“

he clamps a hand over your mouth, rutting into you harder. squeaks and whines escape you, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes.

“what, you would rather it were someone else?” he grunts. “the headmaster of that ridiculous school? your little workhouse friend, perhaps? or that so-called duke who’s been coming to see you every other weekend? you’re a nobody. a nothing. all they want are your holes, and you’re naive enough that you would grant it calling it ‘true love.’” his deep voice pitches into a mocking falsetto on the last phrase. “i know what you are. the exact same as your mother, and you’re going to get treated like her whether you like it or not. be grateful i’m not having others pay for it yet.”

the threat is enough to quiet you, even as the coarse words make your stomach roil. you awkwardly try to push back against his thrusts, willing the whole ordeal to be over soon.

after what seems like years, bailey groans and sinks his teeth into your neck, drawing blood even as he cums inside you. you slump against the desk, sweaty and tired and sore, your neglected clit throbbing. your father barely bothers to let you cum, and you’re too afraid to touch yourself.

“come here.”

before you can protest, he drags you up again, palming your mound roughly. a few swipes of his thick fingers is all it takes for you to crash over the edge, too exhausted to let out more than a breathy sigh.

you’re still recovering when he shoves you away. “get out of here. same time next week.”

it’s not a question. he knows you’ll never try to run, no matter how much you dread this time. it’s not even for the sake of your pathetic little friends. this is the only time bailey pays attention to you, and like a starved kitten you lap up every bruise and harsh fuck as if it were food.

you’re his daughter. for better or worse.

#🩹.faves

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It’s a real shame no one’s cock is getting milked by my cunt rn

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Eat ass live fast

nice

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people who say you cant get tgirls pregnant arent trying hard enough

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Oh my god bestie your cock is sooo big? Can we see if itll fit? I mean yeah we'll make it fit but i just wanna see how big it is inside while u pump me full of cum

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i like making my boy stick his tongue out so I can give it a little smack with my strap before it goes down his throat.

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all i need in my life is to peg a pretty boy

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ⓘ this user is a life sized fleshlight.

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Does does does aaaanyone have the picture of that anime girl using her robot gf as a bong where she's got the lighter behind her gfs butt aaaaand her gfs dick in her mouth cuz how else do you smoke weed out of a girl?

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Sexual Questions ;)

1. First kiss? 2. First time masturbating? 3. First sex toy? 4. First kink tried? 5. First time doing oral? 6. First time having sex?
 -Turn Ons 7. Biggest turn on? 8. Biggest turn off? 9. Quickest way to get horny? 10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on? 11. Top 3 places to be touched? 12. Ultimate fantasy? 13. Do you like the idea of a three or moresome? 14. Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them?
 -Preferences 15. Sex or masturbation? 16. Spit or swallow? 17. Cut or uncut dicks? 18. Rough or sensual sex? 19. Oldest person you’d sleep with? 20. Loud or quiet partners? 21. How much foreplay do you like? 22. How much teasing do you like? 23. What is too big for you to take? 24. Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner? 25. How much kissing do you like during sex? 26. What’s the most attractive part of the body?
 -Location 27. Would you have sex in public? 28. Last place you had sex? 29. Where would you most like to have sex? 30. Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood? 31. Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house?
 -Kinks 32. What’s your biggest kink? 33. Are you okay with name calling in bed? 34. Would you do any BDSM? 35. Do you prefer to tie somebody up or be tied up? 36. Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm? 37. Do you like overstimulation? 38. Do you like having pain involved? 39. Do you like biting/being bitten? 40. Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it? 41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks? 42. Have any roleplaying preferences? 
-Masturbation 43. Do you own sex toys? How many? 44. What do you masturbate to? 45. How often do you masturbate? 46. How often do you use sex toys to masturbate? 47. Do you masturbate with penetration? 48. Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms?
 -Oral 49. Do you enjoy giving oral? 50. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral? 51. What makes you orgasm the fastest when receiving oral? 53. Can you deepthroat? 
54. Do you like playing with your clit? If so how do you prefer to do it? 55. What’s your breast size? 56. How often do you go braless? 57. Do you finger yourself? 58. How familiar are you with your g-spot? 59. Do you squirt?
 -Sex 60. How often do you do unprotected sex? 61. How loud are you in bed? 62. Do you enjoy having nipples played with? 63. Do you like/dislike cum? 64. How good are you at dirty talk? 65. Do you get sleepy after an orgasm? 
66. Do you trim, shave or leave pubic hair untouched? 67. How do you prefer partners pubic hair? 68. How many orgasms can you have in a day? 69. How many other people know your bra size? 70. What do you wear to bed? 71. Any funny sex stories? 72. What food if any would you use during sex? 73. Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift? 74. What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen? 75. Do you often get horny in public? 76. Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom? 77. Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on? 78. Do you have any friends you’d sleep with?

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d!ck from anyone who calls you their dumb puppyslut 🥰😍❤️

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never forget the time i used a vibrator on a guy and he cried because i made him come 4 times in a row

#doing that rn