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devilishcupid · 11 months

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CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

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lachatalovematcha · 20 days

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markster666 · 3 months

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KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #1 (DRY HUMPING)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, Flirting, Teasing, Not a lot of plot, Dry humping, edging, begging

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 529

A/N: Hey everybody! Time to get this show on the road. The prompt for day 1 is dry humping, so here's a little scenario for such. Enjoy. The season finale releases tonight too! So excited hehe.

Charlie and Vaggie left you and Alastor in charge of the hotel for the night because they wanted to treat themselves to a date. Vaggie couldn't even finish her sentence before Alastor interrupted,

"OF COURSE my Dear! What kind of manager would I be to say no?"

The night was very uneventful. Nifty and Husk were bored out of their minds so they decided to go to bed early. Charlie and Vaggie wouldn't return until the morning.

You were in your room, exhausted out of your mind. You decided to do one last check of the hotel before letting sleep consume you. You had nothing but panties and a nightgown that fell to your knees, but you assumed that wouldn't be much of an issue if it was just a quick scan. You realized Husk forgot to stock up the bar before closing it down, so you went to work on doing so.

You were about 15 minutes in when you heard a voice on the other side of the bar,

"Well hello, little one, what are you doing up at such an hour?"

You startled, jumping up a bit and covering your breasts, crossing your arms.

"Husk forgot to restock the alcohol before closing, so I'm finishing it up. I'm almost done."

He hummed static and looked your body up and down slowly before locking his eyes with yours.

"Would you like some assistance my Dear?"

You felt your face heat up and you slowly nodded. Not breaking eye contact with you, he walked around to the side of the bar and joined you behind the counter, granting you help with restocking.

The second you closed the fridge after putting away the final bottle, you felt a force slam you against the counter, causing you to gasp and wince a bit in pain. Alastor's hand was tangled in your hair and keeping your head down, his tall figure leaning over you and fitting around your body like the perfect puzzle piece. His face was so close to yours that you could smell his minty breath,

"You can't expect me NOT to feel you up wearing this sheer little thing. Such a doll."

You whimpered as he placed a kiss on your temple before slowly grinding against your ass. You bit your lip, trying to hold back moans. He started hiking up your night gown so only your panties were exposed and started grinding harder against those. This caused a few moans to escape past your lips.

"Muchhhh better. Such a good girl."

You wanted to look back at him but his hand in your hair kept you in place. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter and you could tell he could feel it too. You could tell he was enjoying evoking these emotions out of you. You felt so humilated.

He continued to do this for a good while, grabbing your ass and giving you juuuuust not enough...

He suddenly stopped after planting another kiss on your temple, leaving you hunched over the counter a panting and quivering mess.

"A-Alastor... please fuck me", you desperately pleaded.

He laughed,

"Good things come to those who are patient, Doll."

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coffe-book-club · 2 months

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˚ʚ vintage doll ♡ a much needed thread ɞ˚

♡ ˚₊ tom kaulitz, 2009 (twenty years)

guitarist and part-time womanizer (that's what his friends say) in his free time he loves going to strip clubs with his friends and smoking.

tom is hot, cool and he know that... oh he knows that. he always had dealings with a lot of girls, but never took them seriously. because as he says “i just want love for one night”

if he could he would marry his black audi A8, it's his little girl. when he drives he also talks to his beloved car.

nice fuckboy.

♡ ˚₊ y/n s/n, 2009 (twenty years)

she attends the university of educational sciences, to become a future kindergarten teacher. intern in a summer center for pre-adolescent children and teenagers.

eternal romantic. she loves everything vintage, under those cute clothes and that big heart she also has big tits and she love classical dance. she only listens to old french songs, it's her obsession.

she's so sweet and kind that unfortunately sometimes people make fun of her, but she's not stupid or naive at all.

♡ ˚₊ but they fuck? yes! yes! just fuck yes!

she got the chubbiest and cutest pussy ever and it's tom's most favorite thing. he'll have her on all fours with her chest on the bed and ass high in the air and her hands will come back to grip her ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off her pretty holes and tom is extremely addicted to it.

tom always has one hand on her breast, always.

♡ ˚₊ are they dating? yes - no. yes?

they act like it. nothing is official, no one is more confused than georg. like what the fuck... they don't date?! but they hitting it?! it does not make sense!

it's more complicated than it seems they beat around that topic but are extremely loyal, one with the other. like tom still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? and she doesn't even notice other men, her eyes are only for tom and especially for his cock.

their mantra? mine and only mine.

hii 🍜 how are you? unfortunately, as i already imagined, this week was very stressful and i had a lot of anxiety and because of my worries and agitation, yesterday i had failed an exam (it was a very bad feeling, because i had never failed before yesterday 😥) let's hope for april. xoxo flo.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines

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slut4sugu · 7 months

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PRETTY BABY ! — SUNA RINTARO X FEM!BLACK READER

[ʚ 🍓ɞ] summary: you attempted to treat your boyfriend by making him cum his brains out, little did you know that bet would soon fall through [ʚ 🍓ɞ] including + warnings: blowjobs, overstimulation, sub!suna x Dom!reader to soft!Dom suna x sub!reader, slight ass slapping, degradation and praise, use of the nicknames: doll, pretty girl, pretty, baby, whore, suna being whipped for reader, mentions of dumbifaction and squirting, mentions of hickeys [ʚ 🍓ɞ] genre: suggestion to smut

Kinktober Masterlist . Trust-Issues : Drake

YOU LOOKED UP AT YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH PLEADING EYES; “Cmon rinny! You literally never let me even try to top you.” You whined, which made suna laugh in response. “Yeah because I know that your just gonna beg me to fuck you once you get tired.” The raven said confidently, his gaze never leaving from his phone. Scoffing you challenge him. “Okay fine, if you really think that I’m that easy then let’s bet on it.” Suna’s eyes finally meet yours, now curious about what bet your trying to make. Knowing full well he intends for you to loose it. Leaning up on your knees you took the phone out of his hand, throwing it into a pile of clothes on your floor. Then crawling from your spot on the bed over to suna before sitting in his lap, crossing your arms behind his neck. “Now here’s the deal, since you think you a sex god or sum shit-“ “Never said that.” “Shut up rin.” You hated now his handsome smirk made your heart race, even after seeing it a hundred times. “-If I top you tonight and I make you cum from doing all the work-?” You lean in close to his ear, purposely grinding a little when you do so, “I get to do whatever I want to you for the rest of the night.” You stated, your pretty voice smooth yet firm. The smell of your strawberry shampoo body wash & lotion flooding nose as you came close, sunas senses starting to give into your natural charm. A groan left his lips as he felt you grind on his bulge through his sweats. “What’s in it for me pretty? Hm?” The feeling of his cold hands, going up under your baggy tee and holding your waist sending shivers down your spine. “Whatever you want. I’m not loosing this rin.” You say confidently as you sat straight up now. Your eyes studying your boyfriends features, as were his. “Alright fine then doll. But don’t whine when i win.” His green eyes flickered from your plump lips to your chocolate eyes, you smirked, “Oh baby, I won’t be whining for shit. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

♡ ♡ ♡

That’s how you ended up in between your boyfriends legs, teasingly licking fat stripes up the underside of his dick. Purposely slowing down when you would get to that one sensitive spot on his shaft, causing a string of curses to leave sunas lips. “Fuuckk doll.” His head thrown back all pretty on your pillows, the sight of this alone making your pussy clench around nothing. “You’re so pretty rinny.” You tease, letting out a giggle when you see the tip of his ears turn pink. “S-shut up.” A smile tugging at your lips as you kissed the pretty pink tip of your boyfriends cock, giggling once more when you saw his thighs shake from your peripheral vision. “Stop messing around and just- shit!” He damn near whimpered when he felt your mouth welcome his dick inside, you wasted no time as you took him inside inch by inch disappearing in your throat. You gagged a little once you reached the base, but you were determined to deepthroat him. The sound of his groans and pleas were too sweet to miss. “You feel so good doll, fuckkk.” His eyes were squeezed shut as he felt you start bobbing up and down, you had only deepthroated him once before this a couple of months ago and it’s safe to say he missed being in your throat. You hummed around the base of his cock, the feeling of his hand coming down and grabbing a fistful of your braids pushing you down slightly made you moan, his other grabbing the sheets tightly causing his knuckles to turn white.

Finally opening his eyes, he saw you looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes. Hearts forming in them just for him, as they bored into his. “God you’re so fuckin cute like this, sucking me so-” A pornographic moan erupted from suna’s throat as you flattened your tongue and quickened your pace. Shooting him a look that said, “shut up or I’ll make you.’ Despite your wetness soaking your panties, though it was his fault. His precum tasted almost sweet yet salty on your tongue, and the occasional thrust into your mouth had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Sounds of your drooling on his dick and moans/groans filled the room, your core grew unbelievably needy while you sucked his dick. You itched for the feeling of being stuffed full by his shaft as you sucked, further growing more horny by the second. His dick twitched into your mouth as he grew louder, “Baby shiiit, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fuck-!” Words fell deaf on his tongue as the coil in his stomach began to unravel faster by the second. Finally unraveling when he saw your pretty eyes practically beg for him to cum. whimpering slightly as his seed flooded your mouth. Drinking up all of it you hummed with content, while suna was catching his breath.

Your mouth left his tip with a pop sound, licking your lips you smiled at the mess that laid there before you. Grinning as you saw his flushed face, “Aw baby, are you tired?” You teased, your saccharine voice, your hips, your thighs, your pretty acrylics (with his initials on them), your f/c faux locs driving the brunette insane. You were a perfect angel, a sexy, cute, beautiful angel that just made him cum in your mouth. So when he felt your soft hand cup his cheek and press a sweet kiss to his lips, who was he to say no? He Kissed you back before pulling away and saying, “Hell no, give me all you got pretty girl.”

As the night progressed you saw a different side of your boyfriend, a needy yet sweet side. He would yearn for more kisses from you and your touch, almost whining when you would rather leave hickeys on him rather than have his tongue down your throat. The male beneath you grunts when your teased the head of his cock with your entrance, lubing it with his pre cum and your slick that has collected from making out with suna. Your boyfriend’s big palms find their way to your thighs to finally have you hover over his dick, making the blockers pretty pink tip slowly push against your hole and it’s way inside. His neediness clearly visible in his eyes as he tries to push you down on his throbbing cock. “Rin what are you- ah.” Even after being split open on your boyfriends dick numerous times the pleasure never ceases to feel like the first time all over again. The familiar delicious stretch you would feel as his veiny shaft filled you up so nicely. You gripped his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape as you finally gave in to your desires. Sucking in a breath rintaro felt your tight velvety walls suck him in impossibly deeper, “Fuck the bet you feel too fucking good right now.” You were going to object but the feeling you’ve been missing all night made you forget about the stupid bet, you could top him another day.

The raven softly starts to buck his hips up into yours without warning, causing soft moans to slip past your lips. “Rinny wait- your too *slap* fuck!” You grew tighter as you suddenly felt the pleasure and pain of suna slapping your rear. One hand now gripping your waist the other squeezing the fat of your ass. “I said fuck *thrust* the challenge didn’t I? So stop whining like baby when you know damn well you’re a whore for getting fucked dumb.” Sunas voice was stern yet so damn hot you gripped his cock tighter just from feeling his hot breath on the shell of your ear as he degraded you. Letting out a string of curses he chuckled, “And the fact that you actually thought that you were gonna ‘have me begging for you to stop.’ is almost fucking cute.” You hid your face in his neck, a slight pout on your pink glossed lips. “Shut up.” You mumbled, “just wanted to see if I could make you feel as good as you make me.”

“That’s what this was all about? Damn your dumb.” You rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth before nibbling purposefully on the sensitive vein on his neck, erecting a soft moan from your boyfriend. “What are you gonna do about it then? Fuck me dumb?” You asked mockingly in a sweet voice, you always were such a brat but you never seemed to learn your lesson. So when rintaro's eyes shined with that look of lust and hidden intent you already knew what time it was, “Yeah pretty much .”

♡ ♡ ♡

That’s how you ended up face first into the mattress, your ass in the air as you got fucked into the pillows. Mewling, as your body writhed with pleasure. You always said that, ‘s too big rinny!’ or ‘slow down!’ and yet, he knew you could take it. You've done it many times before. That’s why he reached further into the space you had created to bunch up the back of your shirt and used it as leverage as though he were pulling your hair to pummel into you faster and deeper. Your ass rhythmically pounded on his pelvis, sending a lewd ringing through your own ears as it echoed off the bedroom walls. Something about this lewd position you were in mixed with the feeling of Suna’s cock hitting those sweet spots inside of you, egging you on more than usual. Your high getting close and he could feel it.

“G’na cum pretty?” He grunted as his other hands squeezed your hip, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. His moans were heavenly, a sound you always loved to hear, as your walls fluttered around him. His pace grew relentless, barely giving you time to breathe or even think as he forced your hips to fuck back onto him, drawing a helpless gasp or delighted moan from your pretty lips with each thrust. You began to shake in his hold, your breath coming out in hot pants as your end grew near. Your voice reaching a higher pitch, your pink nails digging into the bed, your brown skin marked up with hickeys and love bites.. you looked like a work of art. “Please rinny hah please, wanna fuck cum..!” You could barely get the words out as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

“Y’gunna cream around my cock? Make a pretty mess on f’me baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Came your loud, unapologetic sounds of unfiltered, pornographic babbles of sheer bliss.

Neither of you could hold back anymore. Suna spilled rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed into your abused cunt while your pretty folds creamed around his shaft. Blissed panting, filled the air around you. Only couple seconds pass before your boyfriend continues his unwavering attack on your pussy, your once loosened grip on the sheets now tightened again as you let out confused babbles and whines into the pillows. “Don’t hah, act so surprised I said i was going to fuck you dumb. And I meant it.” Following this statement suna sent harsh slaps to your ass, causing yelps and moans to fill the walls of the bedroom. His eyes now low as he gripped the sides of your hips and was almost entranced by how your ass was starting to grow red from his hits. “All of this thrust. for me baby? Hm?” The deep thrusts inside your sensitive cunt drove you insane, your brain started to turn to mush as the sound of skin slapping further started to drive you to your next climax. All you could do was nod as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to unravel again, if your face wasn’t stuffed in the pillows at the time you would’ve came from the sight of Sunas abs glistening with sweat and loose strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and that goddamn sexy smirk that was plastered on his handsome face.

With a swift motion, the blocker thrusted his hips forward, driving his bulging cock deeper into you, aching against every inch of your inner walls. the sensation was both pleasurable and torturous, that left you convulsing and twitching with pleasure as you came for the second time around his shaft. Coating his cock with more of your essence mixed with his cum. “God your so pretty like this-” Leaning down he kissed your shoulder blade, before leaving another hickey. This time behind your ear, a dark purple spot forming in seconds. “-all messy and tired. But I bet you still want more right?” You hummed softly in response despite your body being unable to move, “Heh, good because I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, now be a good pretty little doll and squirt on my dick this time kay?”

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gh0ulixs · 8 months

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Dating the Sinclair Brothers

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Bo Sinclair

♡ The absent attachment type. He seems distant, emotionally and sometimes physically. It's the one way he knows best to show he cares about you.

♡ Likes it when you spend time with him at the service station. He'll sometimes play music on the old radio of his, going about his duties as you sit comfortably on the counter. "Almost like a pretty little trophy" as he claims.

♡ As hot-headed as he can be, he will instantly apologize big he even dares raise his voice at you. You're the only one in the house that can cool him off.

♡ Doesn't like you near Vincent or the Basement. He wants you to himself and also not dead, so he will always find ways to keep you occupied or away from both of those things.

♡ Will flirt with any man or woman to get them turned to sculptures, but God forbid you try flirting with someone else. He'll be pissed, and will make sure to show you who you really belong to afterwards.

♡ Calls you things like Darlin', Sugar, Doll, etc.

♡ Likes it when you cook for him. He'll always get seconds of whatever you make, no matter how simple or complex it is.

Vincent Sinclair

♡ Slightly codependent on you. He's always attached to the hip with you, never wanting you to leave for too long or be out of sight. If you're going out on the town, he's going too. No questions asked.

♡ Very insecure about his face. It takes a long while for him to fully trust you enough to take his mask off. Once he does, shower him with praise- he'll absolutely melt.

♡ He overworks himself often. He'll spend hours, even days at a time working on sculptures. You have to remind him to eat and take breaks, and even that takes a little bit of coaxing.

♡ He's very jealous. He hates it when you spend a little too much time with either of his brothers; worrying that they'll manage to steal you away from him. He will never out right say it, just sulk and give you the cold shoulder until you figure out what's wrong.

♡ Calls you thinks like Sugar, My Muse, Love, etc.

♡ Doesn't like it when you watch him work. He'll always try and shoo you out of the basement so you don't get scarred from what goes on down there. Even if you insist you're okay, he keeps his ground firm.

♡ Makes you little things out of Wax.

Lester Sinclair

♡ The sweetest man alive. He always helps you with anything you need- Need help with dinner? He's suddenly an experienced chef. Car troubles? He'll take a look and get Bo to help if he can't figure it out. He loves showing you he cares by lending you a hand.

♡ Brings you back bones from the animals he finds. It makes him so giddy to watch your eyes light up as he hands you the newest trinket he found.

♡ Jonesy loves you. He makes jokes about her loving you more than him, and takes you with him when he walks her.

♡ Doesn't get jealous very easily, although he's a tad insecure that you find his brother more attractive. Just shower him with love and assure him it's okay.

♡ Calls you things like Pumpkin, Angel, Sweetie, etc

#lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #house of wax #slashers #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader

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notyourd0lly · 1 year

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Small Imagine: "Eating Cars?" Keisuke Baji

Imagine meeting Keisuke when he's just burning down your car because he's all hungry, he found a nice car that was pretty and chose that one to burn and you just exit your house seeing it like:

You smelt something burning, of course, you panicked looking all around the house for the fire because you didn't want your manga collection or clothing to get lost in the fire, you'd rather turn into fried chicken before that happens. After some digging around and searching you eventually find nothing which you're thankful for, you let out a sigh of relief but there was one question.

'Where was the fire coming from?'

You used your Tanjiro 2.0 nose to sniff out the fire and looked out the window, what you saw had you flabbergasted, you didn't really care though you were getting a new delivered later tomorrow but your hello kitty plushie doll you had in there was burning alive and probably dead as hell now.

Eventually you opened the door and he immediately perked up, he looked at you and you looked at him with a deadpan expression, he narrowed his brown pretty eyes, his black silky hair framing his face, and before he was about to growl out whatever he was about to say you went first.

"Yo? Are you eating my car bro?"

"Hah?"

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thevirgodoll · 1 year

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how does one stop being a yes man, i feel like my life is not my own, im always scared of upsetting people…

The biggest thing I need you to remember: You don't need others to be happy in order for YOU to be happy yourself. You don't need things to be perfect with others in order to live your life...people are going to be upset, people are going to disagree. Your need to control how others feel is rooted from your own personal avoidance of your own emotions. You're losing your sense of self in someone else, and that's torture and self sabotage.

Even in small ways, you can lose yourself.

Signs of People Pleasing:

Every time you apologize for simple things, like being late.

Every time you abandon your own needs to help others.

Every time you abandon your own values and morals for others.

Every time you change your opinion to fit someone else's.

Every time you silence yourself instead of saying no or disagreeing. These little habits build up to no sense of self over time.

What will go so wrong if you start putting yourself first? If you allow other people to have their OWN emotions and detach from that? Whatever someone else feels is their truth, and the same goes for YOU.

The only way out of chronic people pleasing is awareness and consciousness over your behaviors that dishonor the core of who you are.

Reflection Questions:

How can I start being more intentional with my interactions with others and the way I live my life?

Why do I need to control what others think so badly?

Before I react and send myself on this proverbial rabbit hole, is it really important?

Am I viewing this from an objective lens, or from a fear of abandonment?

When I get anxious about how other people feel, what am I missing? What are my needs in that current moment?

Why am I trying to convince people of my worth?

And to be very blunt: Do I REALLY care about what this person thinks?

Assertive Phrases to Practice Saying:

"I'll get back to you on that."

"I would like to finish what I was saying."

"I need to be listened to right now."

"I am not seeking feedback."

"I don't want to talk about (insert subject)."

"Will you meet me there at (insert time) instead?"

"This works best for me."

"I appreciate your help, but I am not looking for suggestions."

"I just need to vent right now."

"I know you're trying to help, but this is making me feel (insert feeling)."

"My situation is different than yours, but I do appreciate what you have to say."

"I am upset, and I don't want to discuss it as of right now."

"I'm mad."

"I am hurt."

"I love you, however, I don't like when you did (insert thing here)."

"My feelings are my feelings, and I deserve to feel this way."

"I know what your intentions were, but the impact was (insert feeling)."

"Thank you for your apology, but I cannot accept it right now."

"I'm not ready to share. Please respect that."

"This conversation will have to end."

"No." When all else fails learn to say NO! No is always a complete sentence, and you don't owe anyone anything beyond what is appropriate!

Now get yourself together! Cause no Doll here is gonna people please. Not on my watch. I know it's easier said than done, but I believe in you! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#advice #mental health

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sparklejumpropeheaven · 4 months

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Hi angels 🎠

I’m 21 and began doing agere as a teenager when I began to face my childhood trauma in therapy. I have schizoaffective disorder, and I began experiencing involuntary regression during psychosis. Just coloring in my barbie coloring books and brushing my dolls hair was so comforting when I was struggling to speak and experiencing so much intense fear during those times.

♡ I LOVE dollies, I have a few hundred of them, I love plushies of course - and I’m a huge build a bear fan, I’m a serious collector of calico critters and hope to have a massive village of them one day, I have lots of precious moments memorabilia, I love the barbie movies - they are so incredibly comforting. I adore my little ponies and have tons of the g3 ones. Some of the dolls I love are Barbie, rainbow high, American girl, Blythe, Bratz, Pullip, and ball jointed dolls.

I don’t just use agere to cope with childhood trauma and schizophrenia, it also helps me a lot with panic disorder, bipolar disorder, my chronic illness (POTS), and overall being a very sensitive girl who feels everything very strongly. I need a safe space to return to, and returning to a sweet, soft childlike state feels like a warm and comforting hug amidst all the tears and anxiety.

@angellimbed inspires me so much, I adore her content and patreon and would love to someday have a dedicated room to agere, hers is so incredibly cute and sweet! The fact that she uses agere to cope with chronic illness really resonates with me and made me want to get more into the lifestyle. So thank you to her for inspiring me so much every day!

But yes! Just thought I’d make a post to put myself out there hehe ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ hugs!

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httpslovegirldotcom · 2 months

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𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥!

SAY YES TO HEAVEN, SAY YES TO ME:

warning! content may not be suitable for all audiences. may contain: YANDERE, gore, sexual themes, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of rape, cannibalism & murder, self harm and a lot of pink.

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my name is KAngel! aka OMGKawaiiAngel ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ i'm a cute hikkikomori girl who likes to overshare online! i mainly use my blog for venting, and as such, this is my safe space. If you don't like the things I post about, I kindly ask you to block, not report.

ABOUT THE ANGEL:

🩷 I go by KAngel. Please never call me Ame Chan unless I explicitly allow you to.

🩷My pronouns are she/her, it/its, 🩷/🩷s, doll/dolls and angel/angels.

🩷 I'm 20 years old bodily, but don't like being referred to as an adult!

DNI/DNF:

I prefer that minors don't follow or interact with me

basic DNI criteria & creepy old men, porn blogs, DD/LG & variants, yandere fetishizers please don't interact. I also block freely if you make me uncomfortable in any way.

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#pinned intro. read byf!! ♡#tags for easy access:#╰ ‘ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ⸤ 1 ⸣ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ﹗ ... ’ ›#♡. ᴇʀʀ 404 #♡. ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴀ.ᴡᴀᴠ #♡. ʟᴏᴠᴇɢɪʀʟ.ᴇxᴇ

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devilishcupid · 10 months

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❝ BARBA & CARISI, DILFS AT LAW. ❞

the way i want to be in between them so badly.

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ doll's gifs #raul esparza #peter scanavino #rafael barba #sonny carisi #law and order #law and order svu #l&o svu #law and order special victims unit #dilfgifs #dailyflicks #tvedit #filmedit #tvandfilm #gif #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #filmgifs #tvgifs

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griffinkid · 26 days

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oh my gosh please tell us more about your fictional cg!! if you’re comfortable of course, who is she? she looks so kind ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Aaaaa thank you so much for letting me rant! 🥰💖

Under a cut in case this turns out to be long eheh

So I never post her full name because it's unique and I don't want my silly cg posts to show up in fandom tags, the Actual Serious Fans are gonna be like "what's going on here??" 😂 So I always call her 'Raine when I post about her!

All through the show/books (I'm only 4 books in so far, mind) she has me in a constant struggle between "you would be the world's best mama" and "you actually terrify me" and I think any good cg is a healthy mix of both. She can be incredibly kind and gentle (especially in the early books) but I also wouldn't cross her!

Are you even a medieval fantasy protagonist if you don't sit at a desk dramatically reading parchment paper? maybe she's reading my notes scribbled in crayon

Plus, she looks adorable in doll format:

And probably definitely the best part… she has a horse! Win/win for me!!

i just love her ok 💙

#💙✨#answered asks #thank you for letting me ramble #gif warning

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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People have the right to move on, but Y/n doesn't seem to want it. Traumatic past still bothers her, will revenge be enough to ease her mind?

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader and brief mentions of their previous marriages

Words count: 2.5k

Warnings: death, mentions of a season 5 death, age gap (reader is about 25 and Tommy is about 40), some changes of Peaky Blinders' original plot, implied reader is an atheist

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House of Broken Hearts

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"Don't go easy on him," Y/n recalled Tommy's words in her head, "he didn't hesitate to kill your husband."

He was right. Jimmy McCavern didn't deserve to be shown mercy. However, this was Y/n's first time taking revenge, so unexpected things could happen. Nevertheless, Y/n promised she will do it. And she will try her best.

Y/n hasn't felt peace for the whole past year. With her husband gone, a piece of her was missing. As much as Y/n despised any bloodshed, she could never be at ease knowing McCavern still walks this earth unbothered.

The need for revenge led Y/n into the woods, where she met with her husband's murderer. He didn't know what's gonna happen. He thought it's one more 'casual' business chat Tommy sent Y/n to deal with.

"I hope you know," McCavern spoke, "that if you try to trick me in any way, my people will take you down. You can't see them, but they're here."

Well, this complicated Y/n's plan.

What's the best way to make someone think you aren't going to do the thing you're going to do? Tell them you were going to do it.

"That's a shame," Y/n forced a nice voice, "I was just about to shoot you."

Y/n thought about it once again. Even if it was going to become a suicide mission, it was worth it. Finn and Isaiah, who were keeping an eye on the situation from a hideout, would take her body back to Birmingham where Y/n would have a funeral and be remembered as the woman who avenged her husband's death.

Jimmy's cynical laugher rang in Y/n's ears. The man thought she's trying to scare him. "When was the last time you shot someone?"

Y/n wasn't the kind of person to seem violent. She wasn't violent, not at all. But Tommy Shelby had an effect on her, she changed after a year of interacting with him.

Thomas was different from everyone she knew before. After Y/n's husband died, everyone treated her delicately, as if she was a damaged porcelain doll. Don't talk about it, because it will upset Y/n. Smile compassionately, ask how she's feeling, give her time to heal.

But Tommy knew time doesn't heal. Time only makes you used to the pain. And the pain ruins you slowly from the inside.

"In three seconds from now on."

Don't let the pain kill you. It was the time to use all the knowledge Tommy gave Y/n.

Another laughter coming from McCavern's mouth was cut off suddenly with a gunshot.

Y/n's heart sped up, she could feel her blood flowing extremely fast. The hand that held the gun shooting the enemy was now shaking, still pointed at the body.

The old Y/n would have started crying right now. But the new Y/n didn't see a point in it. What she had done was morally wrong, even sinful if she was religious, but McCavern deserved it.

With her eyes still glued to the body on the ground, a quiet whisper left the girl's mouth. "It's for you, Bonnie. You may now rest in peace. Hopefully."

But...something wasn't right. McCavern promised his people are watching and would take Y/n down. Now it seemed as if he only tried to scare her to make sure she won't do anything inconvenient for him.

Y/n hid her gun back where it was before - hanging behind the waistband of her trousers, covered with a black jacket. Still in some kind of a shock, Y/n looked around and backed away to where Finn and Isaiah were waiting.

"Honestly, we didn't think you'd do it," Isaiah confessed.

"You didn't think," Finn emphasized the 'you', "I told you she's capable."

"And when exactly did you say it? I didn't quite catch it."

"Shut the fuck up, boys." Y/n huffed, as if she forced words out of herself. She walked past the younger boys and entered the back seat of the car Tommy provided.

Isaiah and Finn gave each other a look and shrugged, then followed Y/n's actions. They decided not to say anything else for the rest of the time.

"Take me to Arrow House." Was the only sentence Y/n said.

She wasn't angry with the boys and didn't want them to think she was, but she felt suddenly so drained. It was supposed to bring peace to her mind and currently Y/n had mixed feelings about this. Maybe she needed to cool down. Maybe it was going to stay like this, but something inside her switched the moment she pulled the gun's trigger.

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It was late, somewhere around nine in the evening. Y/n, Finn and Isaiah walked inside the Arrow House and straight to Tommy's office. It wasn't surprising to see him there, still taking care of some papers with a glass of whiskey within reach.

When he saw the trio, he stood up and talked to the front of his desk, leaning on it with his arms crossed, waiting for a report.

"The job's done." Y/n announced, not even a single emotion in her voice. "McCavern is dead. You won't have to worry about business with him...and I finally avenged Bonnie's death."

"That's the most she's said ever since she did it." Isaiah partially joked.

Tommy moved his eyes to the boy. "What did you do with the body?"

"What do you mean? Were we-"

"Yes, you were supposed to get rid of it. Hide it somewhere Billy Boys can find it, but only them. We don't want unnecessary attention."

"It's in a forest, Tommy, who could find it?" Finn asked. Tommy eyed him, his gaze expressing more than a thousand words. "I'm guessing we have to go back and do something about it, don't we?"

After the boys left, their nagging could be heard through the slightly opened window. Tommy chuckled almost inaudibly, his lips barely moving.

"I wanna talk to you about it." Y/n demanded. It wasn't supposed to sound like that, but the girl felt as if she didn't have full control of herself.

Thomas gestured for Y/n to sit on the couch as he poured her a glass of whiskey. "So, what did go wrong?" He took a seat next to the girl and passed her the glass.

"Nothing, I suppose, but..." Y/n sighed, struggling to find words, "I should be relieved."

"Are you not?"

"No." A short pause for thoughts to flow through Y/n's head. "In fact, I feel like the wound is open again. It's been over a year since Bonnie's death and I've came to terms with it. But since I pulled the trigger, I feel like he...died once again. If that makes sense."

"Avenging one's death is like removing sutures, Y/n." Tommy paused to pull out a cigarette.

The girl observed as the man rubbed the cigarette over his lips to eventually take a match and lit it. He inhaled the smoke, having Y/n wait impatiently for the rest of whatever he was going to say.

"Sometimes a drop of blood comes out and you might feel like the wound is fresh," he exhaled the smoke as he spoke, "but once the sutures are gone, it's healed. It leaves a scar that will remind you of the incident, but it's good to remember."

He was right. The skin will never be the same as before, but it's healed. Bonnie's death was a life changing experience for Y/n, tearing a huge, invisible wound. Tommy was like a doctor, who stitched the wound and prepared Y/n for the moment the stitches are ready to be removed. Now that Y/n took revenge on McCavern, the stitches are gone, leaving a scar. The wound is healed, but the scar will always remind Y/n of Bonnie, because he should never be forgotten.

"Will I ever be the same?" Y/n asked.

When Tommy looked at the girl, he could notice a spark of hope in her eyes.

"No. You'll never be the same. You have to...move on."

Move on and live as a new person. That's what Y/n has been doing for over than a year now. The loneliness was awful. Even if Y/n was surrounded with people during the day, she was lonely at night and that's when it hurts the most.

Nights have that special power to make you overthink. The lack of sunlight takes away the ability to think straight. And the worst is you can't run away from it. You have to lie in bed and wait until the night ends.

"I tried to move on." Y/n confessed.

"And?"

"And none of them was..." none of them was you, Tommy, "good enough."

Y/n couldn't say that, she would die of embarrassment. But if there was any man Y/n wanted to move on with, it was Thomas Shelby. He was very different from her late husband, but something made Y/n want him.

Maybe it was the fact they grew so close the past year. Maybe it was because Thomas helped Y/n get back on her feet. Maybe it was because he helped her plan revenge. But it didn't matter, because he didn't want her like this. She was too young for him, he wouldn't ever see a romantic partner in her.

"I understand the struggle. After Grace I thought I'll never find anyone...right."

"And did you?"

The man clicked his tongue, visibly hesitating to answer the question. He considered telling the truth or brushing it off.

"I did." He decided to say, but then added. "But I don't think she's interested in me." I don't think she needs nor wants a broken man while she is broken herself.

"Oh, alright." Y/n stood up awkwardly. "It's pretty late, I'll be going to sleep." As she walked to the door, she could feel her legs not wanting to co-operate with her. But she forced them to.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Tommy said when the girl was just by the door.

She turned around to look at the man. "Goodnight, Thomas." And with it, she disappear behind the door.

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"...and you say I should tell her?" Thomas questioned his brother.

Arthur told him he should have a talk with the woman he was interested in, especially now when her avenge plan was completed, but Thomas wasn't so positive about it. He hoped Arthur will maybe talk him out of it.

"Absolutely, Tom," the older Shelby nodded. "If God sent me an angel like Linda, maybe it is his plan to give you your own angel."

Thomas lightly chuckled and shook his head unbelievably. "Don't give me that God talk, Arthur."

"I'm just giving you advice," he raised his hands defensively. "All I'm trying to say is, maybe Y/n is worth a shot."

Maybe she was. Thomas wouldn't know if he didn't try telling her about his feelings...as much as Thomas Shelby was capable of talking about his feelings.

The man sighed walking into the betting shop. Y/n was talking to Finn. He seemed like a better match for her. But if there was something between them, Finn would have already told his brothers about it.

Y/n looked better than on the day before. The shock was washed out of her head and she really felt better. The peace finally came to her.

"Y/n, I wanna talk to you in private." Thomas announced, causing the girl to look at him.

"Alright, sure," she stood up, "I'll be back in a minute, Finn."

"No, it's fine," the younger boy got up as well, "me and Isaiah were supposed to go somewhere anyways."

"Okay then. And sorry again for maybe being a little harsh yesterday."

"Nothing we aren't used to. See you two later."

Finn left the shop with a smile. Isaiah had some other job to do today, so Finn wasn't meeting up with him. There was a girl. Finn was seeing a girl during his working hours, but that was fine by everyone. Well, everyone who knew about it, which were Y/n and Isaiah.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Y/n asked when she was with Tommy in his office.

He closed the door and said, "nothing. Just wanted to ask how you're feeling."

"Good, actually," a smile was visible on Y/n's face for the first time in a while, "I talked to Bonnie and-"

"You talked to him?" The man raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, we often meet in my dreams. Used to, I mean. Last night he told me his soul can rest in peace now, so he won't visit me anymore."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Good...relieved." As much as a part of her hated to admit it.

But that was what Bonnie wanted for her. They had a short, but beautiful life together. Now that one of them was gone, the other one had to live on.

"I'm sure he...looks at you from the heaven above and...and wants to see you happy."

Y/n smirked. "You're not religious and neither am I, no need for religious references."

"Good, I've never been good at those."

"Thank you for everything, Tommy," Y/n walked closer to the man and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "If it wasn't for you, I'd most likely be with Bonnie right now."

"And that's good or...?" He acted unbothered by the kiss, but secretly he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it and wished it wasn't just a quick peck on the cheek.

"If I was dead, I wouldn't be able to take revenge on McCavern, would I?" Y/n laughed. "My point is, Tommy, I was in a really dark place over a year ago. And you saved me. The old me is dead, but you gave sense to the new me."

Y/n was seriously surprised by all her sudden courage. She hoped she wasn't blushing.

"Does the savior get to take you out?"

Y/n's heart pounded hard, almost wanting to jump out of her ribcage, when she heard the question. She didn't speak for so long that Thomas thought she won't agree.

"Yeah," the girl said eventually, "sure, why not. I mean, like, on a date?"

"Yeah, like on a date. If you don't want to, it's okay. You can say no, Y/n."

"No, no, I want to. It's just...you surprised me."

"I'll pick you up when you finish work today. You're free to go now."

"See you later, Tommy."

Y/n leaned in to kiss Thomas' cheek once again. He didn't hesitate, he even gently grabbed her waist. Y/n pulled away, but still kept her face a few inches from Tommy's face. After a second, they delicately pecked each other's lips.

"I didn't expect Thomas Shelby to kiss like that," Y/n said playfully.

"Like what?"

"So...softly. You seem like a rough man in everything you do."

"It's only the beginning, darling. I just don't think you're ready to see the rough side."

Y/n smiled and crossed her arms on her chest. "You think I'm that innocent? Cute." She walked to the door and turned around to give Thomas one last look.

Two broken people, so different in many ways, so similar in some, who found what they needed in each other.

Deep, or not so deep, down the both of them knew their late partners would want them to move on. It was the right thing to do.

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markster666 · 3 months

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KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #10 (Orgasm Control)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, all smut no plot, pet names, praising, Dom!Alastor, Sub!Reader, Humiliation, rough sex, breeding, orgasm denial, orgasm control, hair pulling, etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 582

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes. NSFW under the cut.

"No, my pet..."

Alastor growled, his voice harsh and unyielding.

"Not yet. You've been a naughty girl, and you'll be punished for your disobedience."

He slowed his thrusts once more, pulling out of you completely. You whimpered in protest, your body trembling with desire. He reached down, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back.

"Look at me, my little slut..."

He ordered, his eyes burning with a mixture of lust and dominance.

"Understand that I control your pleasure. You will cum when I say so, and only when I say so. Do you understand?"

You nodded frantically, your eyes pleading with him to release you from this agonizing state.

"Good girl..."

He purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Now, we're going to play a game. Every time you come close to orgasm, I'll stop, and you'll have to beg for my permission to cum. Do you accept these terms?"

"Y-Yes Sir."

"Lovely."

Alastor purred again, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. He thrust back into you, his cock filling you completely.

"Now, let's see how long you can last before begging for your release."

His pace picked up, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that drove you closer and closer to the edge. You moaned and squirmed beneath him, your body arching in protest as you neared your climax.

"Please, Al-Alastor... I need to cum!"

You begged, your voice thick with desire.

"Not yet!"

He growled, pulling out of you abruptly. You cried out in frustration, your body shaking with unfulfilled need. He watched you squirm for a moment before re-entering you, his cock sliding into your wet depths with ease.

"Remember, my Pet..."

He warned, his voice deep and dangerously seductive.

"You'll cum when I say so. Any resistance, and I'll make you wait even longer."

He slowed his thrusts, teasing your sensitive spot just enough to keep you on the edge of orgasm. His hands moved down to your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples mercilessly, eliciting another moan of pleasure from your lips.

"Tell me how close you are..."

He demanded, his voice low and seductive.

"Tell me how much you need me to finish you off."

You squirmed in his hold, Your breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I'm so close... please... I need... more..."

You panted, Your voice cracking with desire as you reached closer and closer to your climax.

"Not until I say so."

Alastor growled, his voice low and menacing.

"Now, beg properly."

You groaned in frustration, trying to hold back the rubber band from snapping in your stomach.

"Please, sir... I need to cum!"

You begged, your voice cracking with need.

"Good girl."

He praised, his hips picking up the pace once more.

"Now, tell me why you want to cum."

"I-I need it Alastor... it feels so good... I want to cum on your cock!"

You panted, your face flushed with arousal.

"That's better."

He purred, his cock thrusting deeper into you.

"Now, beg for my permission to cum."

"Please, Alastor... I beg you... let me cum... PLEASE!"

You pleaded, tears forming in your eyes from the mix of pleasure and frustration.

"Now, cum for me."

His pace increased rapidly. With a piercing cry of ecstasy, you came, your body contracting around his member in a vice-like grip as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over you. He came at the same time, painting your insides with his seed.

"You think you can cum again for me, Doll?"

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