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luveline · 2 months

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I love your writings about the marauders, and I recently had a thought about the boys first coming in contact with a vibrator or any sex toy really. Not even a like smut thing but just then walking into a muggle sex shop or they made a friend with a muggle girl and they stumble upon in some way lol idk, just a funny thought that’s been making me giggle a bit. If you have any thoughts I guess?? Hope you have a good day :)

this isn’t smut but it is explicit - mdni please! fem, 1k

“What is that?” Sirius asks.

You get yanked back. “God, sorry,” James says, letting go of your hand. You’d been in a weird fugue state of joy with his fingers twined in yours; it’s the first time he’s held your hand. You can’t tell if it’s platonic or romantic, you can never tell with the boys. “Wait, what is that?”

“What’s what?” you ask, trying to follow their gaze. You’re on a crowded high street divided by a two way road. It’s so loud you can’t hear yourself think, and stopping as you have has diverted foot traffic around you poorly.

“There’s a cock in the window.”

Remus yelps a laugh. You smile, befuzzled, as he takes your shoulders into his hand and turns you bodily to the right shop window. “Oh,” you say. “Oh! There really is.”

There is a vast array of the aforementioned appendage in the window, and in a variety of sizes and colours. A mannequin in dark lingerie holds a fifty percent off sign to the left, while a poster brags a multitude of ‘stimulating pleasures’ to be found inside.

“What am I looking at?” Sirius asks.

You forget sometimes how sheltered they all are. They’d gone to a rather elite boarding school, and they all lived in rural England and Wales for their summers. This is as city as they’ve ever been, and you’d thought they’d seen everything there is to see by now, but apparently not.

How are you supposed to explain a sex shop? Better, why is fate making you? They all turn to you for an explanation.

“Remus, you’re twenty three,” you say hopelessly.

“We’ve only recently relocated,” Remus argues.

“You’ve known me for six months. You’ve lived here for eight.”

“And yet we’ve never seen that,” James says, pointing at the lingerie. “You’re such perverts in the city. Why are there rainbow cocks in the window?”

“Can we stop saying that?” you ask.

“Sorry,” James says quickly. “Lovely girl, why are the dicks in the window?”

“They’re toys,” you say, feeling a little part of yourself shrivel away in shyness, their eyes like heat from your face and neck.

“For kids?” Sirius asks, disgusted.

“No! God, no, they’re for grown ups.” You shake your head uselessly. “Are you messing with me? You’ve really never seen them?”

“We’ve seen some rather tasteful underwear in our time,” Sirius says, to James’ delight and Remus’ derision.

“Stop,” Remus says.

“We have to go in. I must understand these toys,” Sirius says, ignoring him with ease. There’s something to his usually nice smile you don’t know, some burning excitement that will likely end in innuendos and teasings galore for you.

You make your way into the sex shop, shoes dragging, cheeks hot. James and Sirius seem as though they could burst into laughter at any second, but Remus is more understanding. He offers you his hand when he realises you’re behind them. You don’t have the strength to refuse him.

They’re the weirdest friends you’ve ever had, but also the best ones. They love holding hands and crossing legs and laying half on top of each other when they come around to watch a film. You’re pretty sure you saw James and Remus kissing a few weeks ago, but they’ve yet to say anything about it to you, so what do you know? You’d been jealous, but each boy has continued to love on you just a little too much considering the parameters of your ‘friendship’.

This lies firmly outside of your parameters, you decide.

Sure, you’ve thought about them sometimes as more than friends, but they don’t know that. Can you be blamed? They’re all so handsome in awful ways —Remus classic, Sirius Grecian, and James devilish. James. You shake your head in an attempt to dispel thoughts of their good looks while in close proximity to lacy knickers, turning your attention to the ridiculous gasps of awe the two idiots are letting out.

“What is that?” Sirius asks delightedly, knuckling at a row of plastic sex toys, all with different functions.

“That’s a…” You blow a breath up your face in an attempt to cool down. “Read the label, Siri.”

“Most of this stuff is for girls?” James asks you.

“I guess so.” You poke at the pink packaging of a glass massage wand. “I mean, not always. I think anybody can use all this stuff too. Or most of it.”

“What about that?”

James points at a vibrator in clear blister packaging. “A vibrator? What’s that do?” He turns to you with a surprisingly innocent curiosity.

“It vibrates.” You don’t want to say anything else, but they’re your friends. They’re nice to you, and they respect you, so it’s not like you think telling them these things will put you in an uncomfortable position. “You know how girls have a harder time finishing sometimes?”

If they’re surprised to hear you say it aloud, they don’t show it. “Not in my experience,” Sirius jokes.

“So the vibration helps?”

“It’s very intense. It makes the… climax come much quicker,” you say.

Remus seems very grateful for the energy your explanation takes, giving you a caring smile. He’s about to say something when Sirius interrupts, and asks, “Do you have one?”

“You don’t have to answer that,” Remus says, hitting Sirius in the arm. “She doesn’t have to answer that, don’t ask her stuff like that, it’s private.”

Sirius’ eyes go wide. “I’m sorry,” he says to you, all joking gone from his face. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Just forget sometimes that you have boundaries we don’t have.”

You’re not expecting such a genuine and sudden apology, because maybe Sirius shouldn’t ask, but you totally understand what he means. You feel like you’ve known them all your life. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I know what you’re like.”

“So it’s a good time, hypothetically,” James says.

“What do you reckon that feels like?” Sirius asks, already moving on.

“Sirius,” Remus pleads.

“Sweetheart, can I ask you, hypothetically,” —Sirius taps his converse to yours, grinning— “what do you mean, it’s quicker? How does that even work?”

You frown, “You don’t know how it works?”

Remus and James laugh like bellows beside you. They laugh so much the woman behind the counter glares at you all, undoubtedly tired of people coming in here for a laugh.

“Awful girl,” Sirius says, frowning.

You smile back. “It just stimulates the nerves, Sirius. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess it’s kinda like magic or something.”

“Magic can’t do that,” James says. Remus elbows him hard, and you’ve no idea why.

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ryndicate · 11 months

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Double Down ⨳ Yoshida, Denji

“Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

warnings: fem body/pronouns, nudes posted without permission, drug use, exhibition, creampie, videos taken with permission, stepcest, infidelity, masturbation, handjob, some spit mentions, premature ejac, implied fuckery, implied theft, if there's more i am just too wacked out to see it so lemme know!

event: @bastardblvd 's slimeball alley collab !! my first submission of who knows how many to come, im gonna try to not go crazy with it, promise

notes: didn't realize until it was done that I could've made it much more slimy but its okay. We'll get 'em next time babes 😩 this idea is expanding on a little blurb I put in cassie's inbox once, i included it in the fic itself with some itty bitty changes

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Your fist slams on the bathroom door. “I swear to god, Denji! Where the fuck did you get those! Delete them now!”

“I already told you, Power found them online!” Your stepbrother yells back through the door, keeping his weight against the handle so that you can’t force your way in.

“You’re full of shit you fucking perv! You took them off my phone or something.”

“Wanna fucking bet? The real perv is that prettyboy bastard you call baby,” Denji sneers back, yelping as you get a good shove in on the creaking wood.

Your efforts to break the bathroom door pause. “The hell’re you talking about?”

“I told you he was trouble the day you two met. What—you think I was lying?”

You growl under your breath at the barenecked taunt in Denji’s voice. Yeah he told you, one time before he got high out of his mind. The only reason you even met Yoshida Hirofumi was because he hooked your stepbrother up a couple times, and you begged to tag along once. That situation ended with your brother counting stars on his buddy’s ceiling while you saw them on the backs of your eyelids with the guy’s lips wrapped around your clit.

One thing led to another, and that “prettyboy bastard” became your boyfriend. He’s a bit of an ass, but Yoshida’s also sweet and funny, doesn’t roll his eyes at your music choices, doesn’t bat an eye when you want to go out with your friends, and is full of sexy, smirky sass that makes him so fun to be around. Sure, you sent him some photos, but he wouldn’t have put them out anywhere.

Your anger deflates, but your indignance does not. You step away from the bathroom door. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”

Denji throws the door open with a toothy grin, repeating himself. “You wanna bet?”

“You know what, yeah!” you snap at him, crossing your arms as he leans in the doorway, still looking smug.

“Your boyfriend put your pics up on OnlyFans, and he’s using the money to pay for his xanny. If I’m right, you two gotta upload a video. Together,” Denji states, his eyebrows furrowed in twisted delight that makes you sneer at him.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Yeah? Tell me what you get if you win.”

Caught up in his childish bullshit, you push at his shoulder. “You gotta start an OnlyFans if you’re wrong, which you are. And you gotta wear lingerie.”

His smirk full drops at that, and he glares at you, cheeks darkerning. “Now who’s a perv.”

“This whole shit was your idea!”

“Lingerie?”

“How is wearing lingerie worse than telling your stepsister to fuck and post a video about it?!”

“Shut up!”

“And since we’re on the topic, I swear to god if you don’t stop taking my shit out of the laundry I’m gonna tell that redheaded lady at the DMV that she’s at the very top of your fap list.”

His blush deepens and he palms your face backwards in a light push. “The fuck she is. Shut up.”

“Yeah well, me and the thin fucking walls in this apartment would have to disagree.”

“Go find your boyfriend.”

“‘M gonna.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck him,” you hiss in barely supressed rage, gripping your boyfriend’s phone so tight you’re disappointed when it doesn’t crack.

You’d waited for his high to hit him and let him drift off before going through his phone—what’s the point of asking him outright if it’s not true, right? No reason to stir the pot. But your stomach had dropped with unease when the account site was in his search history; you tried to brush it off as maybe he gets off to a set of camgirls, but the moment you saw the login info presaved—as in frequent entry—you began to forget the bet altogether.

Now your jaw is clenched, seething as you scroll through every racy picture you ever sent him. Each have thousands of views, hundreds of comments and jeez—so many subscribers. The heat of betrayal simmers through you. Your jaw drops at the total that’s set to drop into his account at the end of the week and resist the urge to slap Yoshida awake, but instead you set about trying to change the banking and login info, only to get halted by an infowall. Frustrated, you slip off the bed and call your stepbrother, edging into Yoshida’s bathroom so you don’t wake him up.

“You were right, and you fucking knew it, didn’t you? You set me up.” you hiss into the device as soon as he picks up with a mumbled ‘sup. You can hear voices and music in the background, paired with light explosions. You assume he’s out with his friends, probably gaming like usual.

“You didn’t have to agree. Wait—” there’s the sound of the phone moving around and suddenly the music is gone. “Does that mean you’re gonna do it?”

“That’s besides the point, Denji!”

“Oh fuck, you are!”

“Chill your boner,” you snap, “‘m not gonna do it unless you help me!”

“Help you? What, like you want me to hold the camera or something?”

“Denji, I swear to god—”

“I’m kidding, jeez.”

“I can’t change the account info. They’re my pictures, and they’re already out there! He shouldn’t get to make money off of me.”

“Wait, so you want to keep the account?” He asks curiously. You hear a door slamming and wonder if he’s still moving, or if his friends are.

“Dude, we’ll have rent and anything else covered for the whole month with a single week’s drop from this thing. I don’t see a reason not to. I can quit Mcdonald’s!”

“Shit, for real? Lemme talk to Denki, ‘m pretty sure he knows a guy.”

“Thank you,” you coo into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, just make sure you pay up.” You can hear his pervy smile, and you grumble a sulky fine at him.

“Ok. But he’s gotta do it soon. It pays out in a couple of days.”

“I’ll give him some cash to see if he can do it tonight. Don’t see why he’d say no—" Denji sounds a lot further away from the phone now, "—Oi! Don't bro! Give it back."

A familiar voice purrs into the receiver and you roll your eyes. "Heyyy, princess. You with that Yoshida guy still or are we allowed to hang now?"

"Byeee, Kiri. Tell Kat hi f'me." You hang up with a smile and leave the bathroom, glaring at your supposed boyfriend still sleeping. You never heard him say he was working and you always kinda wondered where he was getting his cash, but you always just thought he was dealing or something. Not the kind of think you ask about. You obviously should’ve asked.

You crawl into his lap and begin sucking on his exposed throat, admiring the sharp lines, the bob of his adam’s apple as thick lashes flutter open.

“Mmm,” Yoshida moans. “Damn, was I out long?”

“Nah,” you hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, smoothing over his waistline. “Got bored without you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins up at you, dark eyes fuzzed out and sultry, and his hands come up to settle on your hips, easing you into a slow grind. “Wanna do something?”

“Mm. Maybe,” you tease softly, pushing his shirt up his chest and leaning down to wrap your lips around his nipples. He groans at the warm, slick suction, arching into your touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his cock swelling beneath you.

“Maybe I wanna do something…different.”

Yoshida grins up at you, half-lidded. “Yeah? Like what?”

Your nails make pink lines down his chest as you lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if you fucked me, and we let some people watch?”

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist, his dick thumping beneath you. “Anyone I know?”

Yoshida’s pupils have overtaken his coal irises, and you give him an inviting smile. “No one specific. I was thinking more like…a video or something. I wanna be able to see it later.”

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s sexy,” Yoshida grins up at you. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“Me either,” you breath softly, rocking yourself over his covered erection.

You’re left to yelp as he displaces you from your seat on his lap and pulls you out of the bed by your wrist with a wide smirk. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanna pick something up at the Malmart first.”

“Fine, I guess,” you pout at him and his smirk only grows.

“‘S okay, baby. I’ll give you something too.”

“This is not what I meant when I said video, Hirofumi!” you gasp out. Your fingers are splayed out on the hood of his car as you try to stay upright. “Someone could actually see us!”

"If you don't wanna be seen, you gotta cum. Cause I'm not stopping til you cum."

"Fuck, fuck please, just hurry up!" You plead, half your words caught between whines and whimpers as he pounds into you from behind, your skirt flipped over your back.

"You think I'm not fucking you like I mean it?" There's so much smile in his voice that you want to call him on his bullshit for once, but the solid smacking of his hips into yours, the head of his dick pressing as deep as it can go with every thrust quickly makes you forget what you're snapping at him for.

"Just‐just, fucking make cum– ‘fumi!" You're desperately telling yourself you don't want to be seen. It's the middle of the night, so even here, parked under the one of the many lightposts that don’t work in grimetown's 24-hour walmart parking lot, the risk of anyone seeing is slim.

But not zero. Especially with the light from his phone camera shining down on your exposed lower half. You’re like a slutty beacon for whoever might be looking this way.

"I'm working on it baby, you gotta relax." His fingers slide around your waist, brushing past your clit and forcing a frustrated whimper past your lips at the neglect, to drag them through the slick dripping obscenely from your pussy lips. It's dripping to the rusted black hood, making it glisten. He aims the camera down at them before moving it back to the way your pussy clings to his cock. "You're so fucking wet for this, you'd think the whole thing was your idea. Well, most of it was."

You don't answer him, trying to work yourself back on him, chasing that fluttering heat twisting itself tighter and tigher with each passing second.

"Good girl, look at you. Fuck, look how bad you want—"

"Oi! Get the fuck out of here before I—"

Your whole body locks up at the tired but authoritative voice that rings across the lot.

Your boyfriend calls back. "C'mon man, have a heart. Let me finish her off and I'll give you a look." Except his last syllable staggers off with a groan, broken with a laugh as his grip on your hips tightens to a bruising pressure. The vice grip of your cunt has him looking down to sees your juices gush around the girth of his cock, dripping down your thighs to dirty the hood of his car even more. The sight pushes pushes him over and he calls out again, his voice tight but smug.

"Nevermind, we're done here."

He gets one last shot of his cum dripping out of you before closing out the livefeed.

“It’s like four in the morning,” Denji grumbles, rubbing one of his eyes as he cracks his bedroom open further at the sight of you. “Thought you were Power or somethin’, jeez.”

Denji blinks the blur from his eyes, zeroing in on your screen, and you just about hear his pupils expanding. He pulls a shaky inhale and you roll your eyes.

“Done. Bet over, and here’s your damn proof,” you grumble right back, slamming your phone against his chest and shoving your way into his bedroom to flop down into his bed. It had taken over an hour to convince Yoshida back to his place and get him to fool around enough for him to pass out and you to sneak back home.

"Also Kiri wants you to call him back. He's mad you hung up on him."

A small grin curls your lips but you don't respond, wiggling deeper into his mattress until you're comfortable.

He throws himself down in the bed next to you. “Turn on my speakers.”

“Or you could just wear headphones, you freak.”

“Nah. Turn ‘em on.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you stretch out to reach up to his desk, turning on the bluetooth speakers that he usually uses to be a nuisance when he’s smoking. “If your dad was home, I’d kill you for this.”

“You’re not even breaking up with him, are you?” Denji chortles, ignoring your bickering. His eyes are glued to the screen as he shoves a hand into his loosened shorts. “What the fuck, you guys were outside?”

You shrug. The video’s only been up for a couple hours and it already has triple the views and donations of all the photos Yoshida has put up so far. “Looks like he’s gonna be making me lots of money, so why not? It’s the least he could do to pay me back.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t answer you, his breathing getting heavier. You close your eyes and sigh as the sounds wet sounds and your own whiny moaning starts bouncing off the walls of his room, wondering to yourself if you really sound like that or if part of you was exaggerating because of the camera. The mattress creaks every now and then as his hips jump, his arm brushing your side as he grinds into his own fist.

You roll to face him, taking in the sound of his stuttered breaths, the muted slick sound of his fist pumping in his shorts. “So what about this gets you so riled up?”

Denji groans, stomach rippling where his shirt is pulled up around his midsection. “I’nno, it’s hot, isn’t it?”

You keep prodding, “What is? Yoshida? Or me?”

He gives a small whine that has your pulse picking up in sick interest, so you continue. “Was Power really the one to find it? Or…you were subbed to the account, weren’t you Denji?”

“Mm- maybe?”

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, listening to your own voice begging to cum, shifting your weight onto your arm so you can look at him. A strange curiosity has taken over your body. He looks wrecked but his eyes are still on the screen. “Denji, look at me.”

Your body tingles as his eyes tear towards you, but he’s still got a hand around himself, hidden from your eyes. “Can I touch it?”

“You wanna what?” he moans, just barely, teeth digging into his lip.

“Can I jerk you off?”

You’re a little surprised when he actually hesitates. You’ve tolerated it all this time; as much as he pervs out on you, and your stuff, yet somehow he’s got a little crumb of morality left in there somewhere. And right now…you wanna kill it.

“My panties, my pictures…is this really any different?” you ask softly, sweetly, as you run with this electric current, placing your hand over his covered groin. You grin as his hand immediately goes slack at your touch and slips out of his shorts, and you get to feel for the first time how hard he is, rubbing over the smooth fabric, feeling out the shape of him.

“I mean…I guess not.” He sucks in a breath as you grip him over his shorts and give a couple experimental strokes. “B-but what about—?”

Denji’s head drops back to the pillows with a groan, phone in a death grip as you tug his waistband down, his dick slapping free. It’s pretty and slender, flushed deep red.

“What about what?”

“What about prettyboy, huh?” He finally gets it out as you spit in your hand and take him up again, stroking him steadily from base to tip, squeezing at the top with a gentle twist of your wrist. Yoshida always seemed to like it, seems like he does too.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Not the whole stepsister thing?” You shrug. You’re still stung about Yoshida’s betrayal, so this feels like a little bit of retribution. A little bit. You still need to find more ways to make him pay first, but this is a good start. “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but ‘s not like you and me are dating, Denji. It’s a handjob. What’re you gonna do, marry me?”

Denji splutters and his dick throbs in your hand. “Don- Don’t say stupid shit!”

You coo at him and his lips part, panting hard as you work him faster.

“What– haa, what if it wasn’t just a handjob? What then?” Denji gives a low moan as you settle over his lower thighs so you can gently cup his balls. They seem to tighten under your touch, before he relaxes and he tries to look at you.

“What, like my mouth or something?” you ask playfully, leaning over and showing him your tongue, letting a strand of spit drip down to his dick.

A litany of curses tumblr from his mouth as Denji squeezes his eyes shut, fingers twisting into the pillow beneath his head as his cock jerks and shoots a load of hot sticky white into your palm, getting smeared down his throbbing shaft as you slowly work him through his high until only a couple dribbles get pressed out by a final pass of your thumb over his slit.

“Wasn’t expecting you to finish already.” You wipe your hand off on his comforter and try to ignore the throbbing in your panties. You feel like you can still imagine the slick from earlier tonight seeping out of you, but it’s as if it’s no longer enough.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he calms his breathing enough to raise himself up on his forearms. He watches you as you take your phone and flop down next to him. “I didn’t even get to see the rest of the video.”

“It’s online now, freak. You can watch it whenever.”

“Yeah...”

You’re too busy trying to go through the account settings to notice the way he’s eyeing up your thighs; he hasn’t even put his dick away yet.

“Hey,” he mutters softly, ignoring your glare when he puts a hand on your thighs and pulls them open. “If you can touch me, does that mean I get to touch you?”

Your pulse jumps and you try to keep your true thoughts hidden as you hide back behind your phone. “I guess that’s fair. If you wanted to.”

You can hear the click of Denji’s throat as he swallows, and you can’t stop the low whimper as his calloused fingers brush your inner thigh, right at the edge of your panties.

They’re warm as they brush over the seat of your panties, timid but curious as they explore the surface, stroking over the tempting warmth and wet seeping through the thin fabric. A bolt of pleasure bursts and has your gut clenching as he swirls over your clothed clit

“H-hey, wait,” you say suddenly, nerves getting the better of you as you try to make sense of Denji taking control of your body. “It got switch but this isn’t my banking info. Is it yours?” You flip the screen towards him, and his brown eyes squint in the pale blue light.

“Uh, nah, that’s not mine.”

You mewl as he pulls your panties to the side and traces a finger through your folds, delicate, hungry. “Who did you say– mm, h-hacked the account for me?”

“I told you. M’friend Denki, his buddy did it. That purple-haired guy who works at the smoke shop.”

“The one wi—” you suck in a breath as he sinks his index finger into you. “With the tattoos?”

“Yeah him,” Denji mumbles, hardly paying attention to your words. He’s grinding against the bed as he pushes his middle in alongside it, imagining the tight squeeze around his dick instead.

Your groan is part pleasure, part dismay as you realize just who he’s talking about. “Oh fuck me.”

Denji bullies his way between your thighs in an instant.

“N-no, Den– that’s not what I meant!”

#csm x reader #yoshida x reader #denji x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #denji smut #yoshida smut #csm smut #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x reader #tw::stepcest

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Hellooo. I've been so horny lately and have been DYING to read some good bat boys content (smut) so i was wondering if you could write some head canons or jealousy smut for one of the bat boys?

Hahah yes of course, thanks for requesting. I wrote some jealousy smut for Azriel, I hope this is fine and I hope you like it <;33

Azriel x Reader | Who Do You Belong To?

type: smut warnings: male oral receiving, slight mentions of spanking, pet names, Azzy being a bit rough with his mate, anything else, I don't know? word count: 1174

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Azriel was lounging in an armchair, his eyes glowing with wicked delight when you entered your shared room. Your mate's lips formed a smirk when he chuckled lowly, his eyes roaming your figure and leaving heat in every place they landed on. His hand slid over his crotch, untying the laces of his pants. Damp heat pooled in your core.

"On your knees!"

You did as told - behaving like the good girl he expected you to be- but you were also a tiny bit confused. You were at least two metres away from him—what should you kneel for there?

Azriel hummed in delight, watching you get onto your knees. For a moment he braced his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, watching you.

"Now,“ he drawled, "crawl to me, little minx!”

You inhaled sharply and bit down on your lip, obeying to his request.

On your hands and knees you slowly and tentatively made your way over to the shadowsinger, his eyes following your every move with feral delight. Gods, he loved the sight of you—dressed in the finest midnight blue lingerie, fully at his mercy, crawling over your bedroom floor. The spymaster’s gaze was locked with yours, hand smoothing over his growing bulge when he leaned back in his chair.

"Ready to beg for my forgiveness?" was what he said when you came to a halt, sat back on your heels, right between his thighs. You dipped your chin to which Azriel quickly leaned forward and grabbed your jaw in his large scarred hand. "Words, sweetheart. Use your words.”

“I am. Please forgive me,” you breathed, gaze meeting his dilated pupils. Azriel smirked and wiped his scarred thumb over your lower lip. “Not yet and not that easy. How did you dare even think about flirting with this fool?”

You pouted your lip and Azriel’s swiped his thumb over it once again. “I did not flirt with him. I talked to him.

The spymaster rolled his eyes, “Sweet lies, my mate.”

Azriel pushed his thumb into your mouth and you gave the tip a tiny lick. “Suck!”

You did as told, sucking his thumb between your teeth and lips. Azriel groaned deep in his throat, amusement and lust displayed in every pure of his face. His long fingers reached down to your throat and he pulled you closer to him, his other hand freeing his proud length from his pants.

“And now, my feisty and needy little thing: suck what you are so greedy for!”

Your mate removed his hand from your neck and pumped himself a few times before it was your time. You licked your lips, grinning up at your mate, “There is nothing I'd rather do.” With that being said you lowered your face to him and kissed the tip before giving it a tiny lick. You wrapped your lips around him, moaning at the taste and feel of him —sweet and salty, delicious. Hands braced on his thighs, nails digging into his skin you bobbed your head. Hollowing your cheeks, you tried to take as much as of him possible. Drool was dripping your chin. Azriel’s head was thrown back, scarred hand fisted into your head, chest heaving rapidly while he savoured every bit of it.

Finally he lifted his head, searching your gaze and locking it with yours. You kept on sucking, bobbing your head, one hand coming up to stroke the part your mouth couldn't reach. Azriel lifted a brows, looking outstandingly beautiful in the dim room—hair toppling over his forehead, a thin film of sweat coating his skin, eyes glowing in hazel.

"What would he say if he saw you like this?" Azriel cooed and gave you a half grin. "On your knees, all messy with your mouth wrapped around me."

You tried to answer when the tip of his rigid length touched the back of your throat and you had to gag. Azriel groaned in triumph, his thrusts hard, hand fisted tightly into your hair. "Don’t ever try to make me jealous again, little minx."

You swallowed around your mate, knowing it would be his undoing. And it really was. Azriel released something close to a shout, his leg jerked up before he spilled himself into you. You tried to swallow as much as possible, the warm liquid trickling down your chin when you removed your mouth with a plop.

"Learned your lesson, sweetheart?"

Closing your eyes briefly you tried to suck in some air. "Yes," you breathed, hands sliding over Azriel’s thighs. "Yes, I did."

Azriel glanced at you, eyes trailing over your face, an amused smile spreading over his features. "Fuck, I made a mess of you."

"We both know you love it and I do too," you said, slowly getting up and sliding onto his lap. Leaning forward you nipped on his jaw, his ear, tongue poking our and flicking his earlobe. "But I believe I need another reminder of who I truly belong to. You know, not that I suddenly find his—"

It was behind you how fast Azriel had moved, your knees now pressing into the mattress, hands braced on the soft pillow. "Thin ice, sweetheart. Thin fucking," —a harsh smack landed on your ass— "ice."

Azriel did not even take off your underwear, he shoved the satin fabric aside and without further ado thrusted into you from behind. His hand slid over your back until he reached your neck and pulled you up, flush to his chest. Your head fell against his shoulders, his hips thrusting against your rear in a relentless pace. Azriel’s scared hands came forward, palming your breasts, kneading and thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks. "Who do you belong to?" Azriel growled behind your head, teeth grazing your earlobe.

It was so much —so much stimulation and pleasure— you could barely form coherent thoughts or sentences. Azriel didn’t take your silence kindly and pinched your nipple. "You," you breathed out, rocking against your mate, your eyes half closed.

"Say my name. Scream it!"

His name left your mouth as a cry of pure pleasure and adoration. Azriel let go of your left breast, hand falling down so he could play with the bundle of nerves, knowing how easy he could make you come like that.

"Good girl. And who is the only male that can fuck you like that?"

"You, Azriel!"

With that he pushed you forward, head now buried in the pillows while he pounded you against the bed. Fingertips digging into your hips, you knew you would see bruises there tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less—secretly you loved it.

"I am yours. All yours and only yours. Forever!" you cried out when the wave of release washed over you, ripping Azriel with it and came another time into you.

"And I am all yours," Azriel breathed before collapsing onto your body. "I love you and as much as I love fucking you like that, don’t make me jealous again."

You giggled underneath your tall Illyrian. "I’ll try my best."

tags: @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii @nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady @thesugatoyourtae @azrielsbitxh

#azriel x reader #azriel smut #azriel #acotar x reader

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Kinktober

The time has come for me to dabble in the delights of Kintober for the very first time. I don't feel I can commit to posting every day so I have curated the prompt list below.

I am looking for some help with this from my amazing followers, anons, moots and friends. Suggestions are open to which character should go with which kink/prompt.

Take a look at the list and send me who you'd like to see for each kink/prompt (via my ask box - anons accepted) - in the event of multiple characters suggested to a particular prompt, I will reserve the right to choose who fits it better.

Also, as I am a multi-fandom blog (Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Black Clover, My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, Edens Zero, Bleach), I will be limiting it to five characters for a specific fandom but this might be revised if slots are still open near writing time.

Prompt List

❧ Biting - Kirishima ❧ Double Penetration - William Vangeance ❧ Pegging - Itachi Uchiha ❧ Body Worship - Kakucho ❧ Praise - Nanami Kento ❧ Size Kink - Kiba Inuzuka ❧ Degradation - Bonten Mikey ❧ Breeding - Fuegoleon & Nozel (separately) ❧ Cockwarming - Kakashi Hatake ❧ Somnophilia - Sasuke Uchiha ❧ Daddy Kink - Gaara ❧ Dry Humping - Itachi Uchiha ❧ Edging/Orgasm Denial - Mereoleona Vermillion ❧ Mirror Sex - Megumi Fushiguro ❧ Spanking - Satoru Gojo ❧ Corruption - Geto Suguru ❧ Face Sitting - Ichigo ❧ Lingerie - Shikamaru Nara ❧ Car/Bike Sex - Draken ❧ Overstimulation - Sting Eucliffe ❧ Exhibitionism (free choice) - Julius Novachrono ❧ Bondage - Grimmjow ❧ Dirty Talk - Licht ❧ Free Choice (send me a kink not listed & character. Will consider multiple entries for this)

So, who do you wanna see with these ideas? Let me know my little horny cuties! ^^

#delirious speaks #delirious event #delirious kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober prompts #kinktober #naruto smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tokyo revengers smut #black clover smut #my hero academia smut #bleach smut #fairy tail smut #edens zero smut

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unusual-raccoon · 9 months

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lucerys in lingerie and aerys sees it for the first time, how will he react? 👀

oh anon 👀 - i love this, thank you for the ask. NSFW ficlet under the cut. warnings; cousin incest, vaginal sex, intersex velaryons, dubious consent, jealousy, pre-duskendale Aerys, size difference, power imbalance

enjoying oneself is such a rarity in the capital, Lucerys has found, having served aboard the small council for nearly a decade.

so a small, personal gift every now and then... well, he is wont to savor those.

myrish lace sits lighter than air upon the skin. delicate. ethereal. sensual.

he shivers at the delightful immodesty of it. the whorls of ivory satin stitched with myrish lace adorns his lissome form. the top portion is tailored to him, adhering to his slender build as though he'd been born with it. were he a woman, the tiny seafoam-like ruffles of chiffon lace would cradle his bust and simultaneously reveal it; however, as he is, it displays only the prickle of gooseflesh where the fabric brushes beneath the tender peaks of little pink rosebuds.

the lower garment is, somehow, infinitely more obscene. the barely-there fabric, ethereal tulle that sits like rolling ocean waves against the narrow shape of his hips. the cut of the delicate smallclothes curve over the swell of his bottom. undoubtedly the centerpiece of the craft are a small thread of pearls that trail down the crease of his rear to the gusset of the silken little smalls.

the mere pressure of them draws a small, aroused sigh from him.

he tweaks a nipple between his fingers with a gasp, his cock twitching against its prison of satin and lace, his quim dampens. he runs his hands over the length of his body, feeling the delightful contrast between his bare skin and featherlight bedclothes.

Lucerys flinches at the brisk sound of a knock at his door.

the custom garment had also come with a flattering silk robe, matching ivory in color.

"what is - cousin?"

the king entered his chambers without preamble. Aerys is eerily quiet, his long white-gold hair is combed loose, falling in a silver sheet about his shoulders. his nightclothes are plain, the tunic unlaced. the scant flash of collarbones and chest leaves Lucerys wet - his mouth, that is.

"your grace, is there something you need?" Lucerys says, clearing his throat. arms crossed over his form. he feels his scarce state of dress more acutely than before. skin tingling and tight.

Aerys says nothing, looking younger in the absence of his crown.

he stalks through Lucerys chambers as though they are his own, and in a fashion, Lucerys supposes they are. every inch of the keep is his. and every individual within, no matter how noble in birth, were his subjects.

Lucerys among them.

his nipples stiffen against the cool silk and chiffon lace.

his cousin idles beside his desk, trailing a finger over a letter written by Monford. the boy's scrawl was shaky, but well-intentioned.

"Aerys," he sighs, "the hour is late-"

"did you think I would not know?"

"cousin-"

Aerys' gaze is upon him at once, violet and wrathful and scorching hot.

"I employ spies in every corner of my courts, there is nothing that transpires in my kingdom without my knowledge."

Lucerys' cheeks heat.

"i am well aware, your grace." he says diplomatically, subservient. everything he knows Aerys' desires.

"what i have not been able to discover is, who?"

"who? - Aerys, i do not follow."

"who is it that you dress for," his cousin clarifies, "is it a man within the keep?"

shame pools in his gut. shame and anger.

"Aerys-"

"you are wearing it now, are you not?" his cousin gestures towards him loosely, dim candlelight bronzing the hollow of his throat. he is outrageously handsome with venom in his violet eyes. Lucerys tugs the material of his robe tighter around his lissome form.

he steps closer, to Lucerys' horror, abnormally warm. a large thumb and forefinger ease the silk of his robe aside, until a slight whorl of myrish lace is visible.

Rhaella has been in Maegor's Holdfast for a fortnight now. Lucerys does not permit his mind to linger on the way his cousin's eyes darken; lascivious and wroth.

"is he very near to your chambers? a guard perhaps?" he asks in a rasping voice.

"how many men do you parade yourself around for, cousin?"

Lucerys hisses, pulling himself from Aerys' grasp.

"none, Aerys, please-"

a hand tears at the silk cord of his robe and the gossamer fabric melts away.

a silver pool around his feet.

he cannot breathe. his skin screams. his quim weeps. Aerys' hand is around his throat. his breath across his lips. his flesh threatens to slough off his bones at the heat of his cousin's touch; bruising, blistering.

his cousin's nose touches his, curled in a snarl.

hotter still is incandescent heat of his gaze, stripping skin from bone with a flutter of long white lashes.

"whose whore are you, cousin?"

heat sticks between his thighs, tears in his eyes.

he thrashes, water set to boil.

Lucerys finds Aerys gaze, cheeks damp.

"Yours," Lucerys answers. his throat is tight with the expectation of his cousin's scorn. the king's eyes are more black than violet.

Aerys' mouth is on his, consuming in a way only fire can. a sharp tug followed by the rattle of pearls against the floor makes his skin burn.

an uncompromising tongue is slipped between his teeth. hard, possessive hands devour him just as readily. plucking at pink nipples and clawing at nude hips. the tattered remains of his smalls hang between his knees.

Lucerys gasps as he is thrust over the wood of his desk, the edge pressing the air from his lungs.

he stares at his son's letter, lip held between his teeth as Aerys presses at his quim.

large and thick, Aerys slides in with mortifying ease.

his cousin laughs, "you are my whore. wetter than the fucking ocean."

Lucerys arches back against the ache of his cousin' cock stretching his hole.

Aerys' pace is brisk and punishing. Lucerys feels the edge of his desk beat the beginnings of a bruise beneath his ribs with each thrust.

pain and pleasure fray his edges, tacky with sweat and nectar. the scraps of lace and snapped thread of pearls lay limp around his ankle - like a shackle. his feet arch to find the floor with Aerys hiking him higher with each thrust.

pleasure tingles to his toes. every touch is a reminder burned into his flesh.

he bounces back against the motion of Aerys' body, the slick plunge of his manhood that bloats Lucerys' belly. a hand dips between his thighs, fingers swallowing his erection.

Aerys tugs in time with each pulse of his hips. he whines as his release ripples through him. his body screams, overworked. sweat-slicked and shaking.

his cousin finds his peak, hot and messy. it drips wet and searing between tacky thighs. a large hand is too hot when it pats his back like an exhausted palfrey after a long journey.

"sleep well, cousin," Aerys pants before the sound of his footsteps recede.

torn myrish lace hangs off of his shoulder, ruined. Lucerys discovers minute pearls and his ruined smalls upon the ground.

his quim pulses, empty. his eyes water. in his hands he holds a joy that is no longer his own. it belongs to the king now, as all things do. just as lucerys does.

#my writing #my ficlet #lucaerys #lucaerys ii #lucerys ii velaryon #aerys ii targaryen #aerys ii x lucerys ii #answered asks #answered anon #anon <3 #thanks anon!

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droughtofapathy · 4 months

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The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Susan Blane (Laura Benanti)

Newly widowed Susan Blane has one purpose on this show, and apparently it's to get railed by a younger man and then get chased off by his mother and have her heart broken. Again. And then we never see her again. The end. Justice for Susan.

Now, I will preface this by saying that Laura Benanti lands outside my scope of interest--she's a little young for my tastes. However, I've always been amused and delighted by her performances, and I appreciate how raunchy she is, even if the quirkyness can be a bit...much at times. Laura is a five-time Tony nominee who won in 2008 for her role as Louise in Gypsy alongside Patti LuPone.

Starting off young, Laura Benanti made her Broadway debut at eighteen as the understudy to the late great Rebecca Luker's Maria in The Sound of Music, and eventually replaced her. She's had roles as Cinderella in Into the Woods (2002), Candela in Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, and Eileen Sherwood in the Encores! Wonderful Town opposite Donna Murphy, our beloved Mrs. Astor.

#1: "Wouldn't it be Loverly?" My Fair Lady (2018)

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Lincoln Center is soprano territory. As one of the classical soprano dying breeds, Laura took over the role of Eliza Doolittle from Lauren Ambrose in the recent Broadway Revival. Her Eliza was older than most (Laura was on the cusp of forty when the took the role), and a delight, I must say. This show is, of course, a classic, and as such is dated like a classic. The production did attempt to give Eliza more agency, and it seemed to go over fine.

As Susan Blane spends most of her time in the white clothing of Newport, I just kept thinking about the Ascot Gavotte the entire time. The ladies of Newport would fit right in at the racetrack.

Fellow soprano Kelli O'Hara has also played this role in a different Lincoln Center theater back in 2007.

#2: "Model Behavior," Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (2011)

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A critical failure despite its stellar cast, this show closed in less than three months, but nevertheless earned Laura a Tony nomination and a Drama Desk. Watching this masterclass of a breakdown, you can see why. Set in 80s Spain, the show features Candela, played by Laura, who's freaking out because her romantic interest might be a terrorist. But other than that, he's perfect. She sure knows how to pick 'em...

Tension behind the scenes between leading lady Sherie Rene Scott and Diva Patti LuPone made things a little...well. Anyway.

#3: Laura Benanti & The Skivvies - Passion Massion (2014)

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So, I'm gonna be honest, I was going to go with a different Skivvies video, but then I saw Sexy Fosca, and I am baffled, horrified, and delighted.

The Skivvies is a hilarious cabaret group that performs, as you can imagine, in their underwear, and they have guest singers come on, also dressed in lingerie and other underthings. Most of their guest singers are working theatre actors, but sometimes we get Laura Benanti. She was a Skivvies regular for a time, and has a collection of comedic clips you can all enjoy on your own time.

#4: "Vanilla Ice Cream," She Loves Me (2015)

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Broadway sopranos pass around roles like hot potatoes. Kelli O'Hara played Amalia Balash in the 2001 concert, and while some members of the cast transferred to Broadway five years later, Kelli was already in The King and I, and since Broadway has like four sopranos of this age that they rotate around, enter Laura Benanti. Though the show and her role was largely overshadowed by a little show called Hamilton that season, the production has a PBS proshot I'd recommend watching.

She Loves Me is yet another adaptation of an early 30s Hungarian play that was also the inspiration for You've Got Mail, so if you've seen that, you know the plot of this. (Side note: Gilded Age's Katie Finneran had a small role as Maureen, the Nanny who runs off with the kids' mother(?) I've never seen it, and that plot wasn't in the musical.)

#5: "So Many People," Saturday Night (2010)

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If you thought we were going to get through Laura Benanti without a Sondheim, guess again. While Audra McDonald and Donna Murphy were part of the Ladies in Red, Laura Benanti instead gave us the other oft-sung cabaret number of Saturday Night in the Joanna Gleason dress, only reversed in color. Look it up and you'll see what I mean.

Laura was the last person to perform before the Ladies in Red segment, and thus isn't often remembered. But I remember. (Incidentally, "I Remember" is the song she sang for the Sondheim 90th.)

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#the gilded age #susan blane #laura benanti #sondheim #she loves me #my fair lady #women on the verge of a nervous breakdown #broadway #musical theatre

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Obsession, a toxic relationship.

Word count 1356

Genre Yandere

Baby Doll.

With the absence of clouds in the sky, the true beauty of blue is on show. A slight breeze rustles the leaves ever so gently. It is a beautiful day neither hot nor chilly, just perfect.

Perfect to enjoy nature.

Quack quack quack.

The ducks are delighting in the bird seed, a mix of cracked corn, milo and wheat and sunflower seeds.

Quack quack quack.

Flinging seed into the pond for the hungry waterfowl.

The tranquility of the scene to a casual observer, a woman feeding the ducks enjoying the peace the park offers.

This particular lady is deeply contemplating past events and moments, her memories are solely focused on her ex Doyoung.

Absently she watches as others come to the pond, feeding the ducks bread, despite the signs stating otherwise.

🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈

In the beginning he was so sweet and thoughtful she thought she had won first prize. Always the gentleman, opening doors, pulling the seat out never seating himself still she was firmly planted on her chair.

Bouquets of stunning floral arrangements, always with the main focus, her absolute favourite red Roses. Small gifts to commemorate their relationship milestones.

What went wrong? Once more puzzling over the course that spanned their time together.

With the insight given by reflecting, it was gradual.

Not one given moment but a series of moments, escalating till…

She felt smothered, her life was no longer hers but his.

How did this develop?

Baby doll! It started with baby doll.

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Doyoung out of the blue, nicknamed her 'baby doll' his baby doll to be exact. At first it was cute, endearing, soon it became a possessive endearment. Slowly alienating her friends with his 'protective' attitude, they tried to warn her he is "off" but did you listen? No!.

His possessiveness always on display, his protectiveness always evident.

With the passage of time, one by one the small group of friends dropped from the scene.

Till only Doyoung was left, "you have me, I will never leave".

Frankly trying to recollect when or where or what caused this chain of events is like trying to capture air in a bottle.

Doyoung was always there to comfort and support, "I am all you need". He was right, well at the given moment in her timeline.

Remembering the gift box he handed her, exquisitely wrapped, it felt a shame to even open.

His imploring eyes, watching her, waiting for her to open her present and do so quickly.

Yves Saint Laurent Baby Doll Eau De Toilette spray, the bottle reminded her of a diamond. Taking the bottle from her fingers he sprayed the sensuous scent on her neck next on her arms and chest. Leaning in he delicately inhales the air, "from now on you will only use this perfume!"

This should have set alarm bells ringing but in the throes of romantic infatuation was ignored.

Sighing, Quack quack quack.

Flinging another handful of seed to the ducks memories brim to the surface.

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Was it March? No April! No, it was March!, doesn't matter she tells herself which month it was.

She does remember the excitement when Doyoung gave her the gold box wrapped with black ribbon, she was so curious.

What could it be? A scarf? The box was light, so an item of clothing was her guess. Unravelling the soft black ribbon which compassed the gorgeous gold box, pulling back the pink outer layer of wrapping her eyes fell on the item. Gently taking it out of its casing.

Baby doll lingerie!

Pink baby doll lingerie.

Looking at Doyoung, his eyes portrayed lust mixed with ownership.

"Wear this tonight baby doll, and splash your perfume all over your body" he said with a husky tone.

Not wanting to hurt his feeling, she remembers promising she will and hugging him to show her gratitude.

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Quack quack quack.

Her mind shifts to the present, noticing a small crowd gathering around the pond. In a whimsical moment she misses Doyoung, the Doyoung he presented at the beginning of their romance, she also misses her friends. Their disdain and dislike of Doyoung was openly transparent. Her mind palace filled with so many thoughts of him.

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When was the exact moment she realized this relationship was unhealthy? Toxic even!

His baby doll began to wonder..

Was it when he started ordering her meals at restaurants? When he selected clothing from her wardrobe to wear? The fact she always wore Baby Doll perfume?

The bombardment of texts when they were not together? The incoming calls that always followed if no response was given. The voice messages?

The quiet angry tones that bubbled just below the surface.

Never having a moment truly to herself, smothered with attention and affection. The guilt she felt at wanting time to herself, after all Doyoung is so good to her. "I give you my all baby doll ".

The sudden unexpected angry outbursts when she said maybe they do not see each other every waking moment.

"Is there someone else?" Yelling his question.

No, there was no one else!

No one, no family, no friends, just him.

If she was truthful she herself was disappearing.

She was becoming the epitome of his baby doll.

This scared her, more than his anger.

With courage she did not believe she possessed, she told Doyoung it was over.

"You are breaking with me?" He asked incredulously.

"Me!".

"After all I have done for you and given you" his shocked expression painted on his features.

The tirade that followed was expected his cutting disparaging remarks "you don't deserve me".

Scoffing tone "who else will have you?".

On and on, the comments cut deep like they were aimed to do.

"You will regret this baby doll!" Were his last words as he stormed out.

Strangely and yet welcomed she thinks about his total silence then that moment.

She has often thought was I his obsession or the baby doll illusion.

Did he find another baby doll?

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I guess I better head home, she muses whilst yawning.

The sun is having a negative reaction, I could fall asleep here.

Quack quack quack.

"Okay okay" she slurs at the ducks as she attempts to toss more seeds. Her arms and fingers feel so heavy. It seems to be a monumental task just to throw seed and keep her eyes open.

The seeds scatter all over, the coffee she has relished this entire time slips through her fingers, try as she might the fog, the heaviness of her body, she can barely move. She tries to stand only to collapse.

Her eyes heavy the will to stay alert, conscious is a losing battle.

Onlookers voice their concerns in a small gathering that circle her.

"Baby doll"

"Doyoung?" She mutters weakly before the drugged coffee completely sends her into oblivion.

🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡

Later, how long after, she will never know, she begins to stir.

Her eyelids feel like bricks, as though she needs a crowbar to pry them open.

Silence!

Everything is so quiet.

Opening her eyes, trying to focus, her mind muddled.

Blurred images slowly begin to focus, it looks like her bedroom.

How did she get here?

Looking around something is not right!.

Sitting up on the bed, she surveys the room for all intent purposes it is her room, but..

Baby doll perfume bottles litter her dresser, baby doll outfits sprawled across the bed.

A photo of herself and Doyoung framed and hanging on the wall.

This is not my bedroom!

With panicky jerky movements she makes it to the door, its Locked.

Trying to pry the door open with no reward, she scopes her surroundings, opening the wardrobe, and closet, all her clothes, all her belongings are here.

She lets out a silent scream, backing away from the horror that befalls her.

This time she does scream, a scream filled with absolute terror.

The door opens, there stands a smiling handsome Doyoung.

"You're awake! Good! I was beginning to think I overdosed you" he smiles.

"Hello baby doll, welcome to your new home!"

"I built this doll house, for you baby doll".

#Doyoung × reader #nct scenarios #nct127 fanfics #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct ×reader #Doyoung nct × reader #yandere nct #yandere Doyoung #nct127 yandere #nct127 imagines #yandere doyoung #yandere fic #doyoung x reader #doyoung x you

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covenofthearticulate · 1 year

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Vampire HCs (Louis/Armand, duh)

Although the bigger and grander holiday events are held at the château, Louis and Armand usually have their own "simple" Christmas at Trinity together before braving Lestat's court. Armand's better than he was in the 80s, but every few years he hyperfixates on the latest Christmas decorations and Louis is just there along for the ride.

Sometimes Armand gets into a bit of a subconsciously possessive/competitive mood if Lestat's around. Louis will subtlety assuage this by wearing the slut shirt Armand gave him (you know the one) or something of that nature. Louis might wear Lestat's wedding ring but the focus will be on his clothes Armand's lovingly picked out. (It works because Armand notices everything that Lestat doesn't).

Since Louis and Armand are both prone to depressive episodes, each has become an expert at picking up cues when the other is starting to head down that path again. Louis makes an effort to keep Armand engaged and curious about the world; Armand indulges Louis his melancholic moods up to a point before he intervenes with permission (a serene dreamscape illusion can be quite comforting).

There's plenty of common ground when it comes to films, art, museums, etc., and so date night activities are fairly easy for them.

Bonus: They have been lingerie shopping more than once (for Louis, not Armand).

LOUIS/ARMAND GIRLIES STAY WINNING HUH

god where do i even start i love these so much sdgfahcdvajhg

Armand deserves to hyperfixate over christmas decorations tbh and i am here to tell you that Louis is always a gentleman and very graciously offers his services to hang them in all the tall places Armand can't reach (yes, Armand could easily grab a step stool but then he wouldn't be able to appreciate the glimpse of Louis' stomach when his shirt comes untucked as he's stretching). Also, Armand is SO delighted when polaroids come back in fashion I can tell you right now there's a shoebox with a dozen photos of Louis in ugly holiday sweaters, tangled in string lights.

Also can I just say I love how one of this fandom's ~headcanon categories~ is how the vamps all deal with their various depressive episodes LMAO. I love that though, especially the idea of Louis trusting Armand enough to let him mind gift him. It's never something he outright asks for (he's too goddamn prideful for his own good), but after thinking himself into a corner, sometimes he has to like metaphorically unclench his mind and let Armand take the wheel for a second.

Also YES I can confirm there is a second shoebox somewhere at trinity gate with plenty of polaroids of Louis that are for Armand's eyes only :)

#all incredibly accurate and entertaining takes thank u very much #answered #hekateinhell #louis/armand #louis de pointe du lac #armand

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probablygoblins · 2 years

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HELLO GOBS IM GOING INSANE

Prompt 29 or 30 for fem Nori / afab reader?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

HELLO EDDIE I AM ALSO INSANE LET'S DO THIS

A long time in the making, but here it is!

Fem!Noriaki Kakyoin x afab!Reader - " I bought this just for you ~"

"N-Nori... isn't this a little... much?"

In your hands is the frilliest, pinkest, most translucent two-piece lingerie you've ever seen. The price tag almost gave you a heart attack. It's not something you'd normally consider. Or something you thought your partner would enjoy. But Nori is sitting at her desk across from you, staring you down with intense, dark eyes.

"Much? Oh no, not at all! I think it would look just perfect on you."

She swivels in her desk chair, rolling to where you're sitting on the bed. She takes the slip of a bralette and holds it up to your chest.

"And it will fit perfect, as well. I made sure to get everything in your exact measurements."

"How did you- actually, never mind, I know the answer to that.”

Nori smirks darkly and tosses your top back at you. “Then you know I’m right, too.”

Nori is, to put it bluntly, a raging pervert. You didn’t realize how much so until you started dating. Her collection of high-tech sex toys --- and very specific fetish porn --- had only been the tip of the iceberg. Her snooping through your clothes to find all your measurements wasn’t a stretch.

“Well, are you going to put it on?”

“N-Now?”

“Of course! When else? I need to see how good it looks on you, after all. If I chose wrong, I’ll need to pick out something else.”

Her expression is as smug as ever. It’s a terrible excuse, really. She’s too proud of her work to really consider that option. Her pride is almost as big as her libido. Your gaze flicks from the lingerie in your hands to your girlfriend’s heavy-lidded eyes and crooked smile.

“Will you at least turn around?”

Nori rolls her eyes, but complies, turning in her chair to face her desk. You shuck off your sweater and pants and slip on the outfit. It takes quite a bit longer than you expected. There’s much more ribbons and straps than you first realized, and it takes some effort to put it on without tangling everything. What little fabric there is(and it’s very little) is thin as tissue paper, and soft like silk. You run your hands over your torso in amazement. You’re not sure how it looks, but it feels amazing.

Behind you, Nori whistles. “I told you so.”

“You’re peeking.”

She’s leaned forward in her chair, rubbing her hands together in delight. She brings one thumb, painted in emerald green polish, to her lips and bites down. You fixate on her mouth as the tip of her tongue darts out, wetting her cherry lipstick and white teeth. You swallow thickly.

Nori stands. She walks towards you, kitten heels clacking on the floor, hips swaying in time with your own shallow breathing.

“Oh, baby, look at you...”

Her hands hover over your waist before squeezing it. She relishes the way your flesh squishes between her fingers. She trails her nails down your hips, barely a whisper along your skin. You gasp, and your nipples harden.

“Now, what did I say? It looks absolutely perfect on you. The color... the way it hugs your body... just perfect.”

“Nori...”

Those deft, manicured fingers dip below the thin waistband of your panties, rubbing soft circles into your clit. She’s barely touched you, and you’re already so wet. Her presence, her breath against your neck, suddenly overwhelms you, and you grasp for her shoulders.

“Nori...”

Nori hushes you, placing the gentlest of kisses on your trembling lips.

“Don’t worry, baby... I know just how to take care of you tonight.”

#noriaki kakyoin #fem noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin x reader #amberswords #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfic #jojo fanfic #jojo #GoblinsWrites #n s f t #she's a big ol' perv and i think that's very hot of her

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franciskirkland · 4 months

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Hi Mr. France!! Me yet again!!

What are your favorite textures and fabrics? And also your least favorite textures.

Ps. I want to know Arthur's favorite textures too 👀

Bonjour, mon ami 🤗😘 Ah, comme c'est intéressant!

For fabrics, I prefer silk, satin and high-quality lace. We use silk pillowcases and bedsheets, and I own plenty of silk clothing.

These days I'm not wearing as much lingerie as I am sweatpants and nursing bras. I appreciate the coolness of pure cotton against my tired skin, oh, and a nice rich lotion to soothe and hydrate.

Other favourites - the touch of a loved one's lips, the velvety soft skin of a baby. Fuzzy baby blankets. Ah, I have the worst baby fever! 🥰🤭

Alternately, I like the feeling of cold metal, like that of a good quality knife, or brand-new jewelry. And for food textures, I love flaky croissants and creamy things, like a fine soft cheese, full-fat yogurt, or my favourite crème brûlée! 😍😋

Textures I do not like? Ah, Je ne sais pas... polyester? Things that are rough and gritty, like unpolished rock. I suppose I have never given much thought to it. I don't really like plastic, we try not to use it around the house. Oh, et Je deteste those starchy hospital gowns!

À bientôt!

- François😊💖✨

Arthur: Hello, there. Thank you for the question, that's rather curious. As far as fabrics, I enjoy the feeling of wool and tweed. Especially soft wool, like that I use when I knit for our children. I suppose I second fuzzy baby blankets. They're so darling when they're small, aren't they?

I like the look of felt but it's unpleasant to touch, at least to me. I don't love dirt or sand, so I wear gloves whilst tending to the garden. Nor do I like things that are sticky, though I don't believe many people do.

This may be a given depending what you know of me, but I like old books. The crepe-y paper feeling is oddly satisfying - as is smooth, polished wood, like that of my mahogany desk or cherry-wood pipe.

I quite like the airy, pillowy textures of my wife's homemade whipped cream and fresh sponge cake. I have to mention her cooking, don't I?

Of course I love the touch of François' gorgeous flaxen hair, and his supple skin. Those lavish lips are like rose petals. I must admit, the scratch of his stubble is delightful too. And finally, one of the greatest feelings on earth is the grip of a baby's tiny fist around your finger, it makes my heart swell with fatherly pride.

#merci!#aph france #hws france #france hetalia #roleplay blog #aph england #hws england #ukfr #fruk #mpreg mention

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dhampirbf · 2 years

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so you see. @claudiafanclub and i were discussing the manner of tacky 70s lingerie armand and daniel have together after i showed him this delightful thing i made of armand in the worst ever leopard print thong so please do anticipate more of this

also people never draw him adequately squishy so i am taking it upon myself to change that

#the vampire chronicles #the vampire armand #daniel molloy #i actually have two more in the works as we speak #and one planned for daniel #with horrible 70s lingerie for reference

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the-actor-himself · 2 years

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drop the kink list and also what that dick do))

( All right, I was going to do a whole loaded out kink sheet for this but I couldn’t get it to load onto tumblr for some reason so you get the written breakdown below. )

The Actor is firmly a switch. He enjoys holding power over others, subjecting them to his whims, testing their resolve. He’s generous with his praises and will use whatever form of torment you best desire to show off how good you can be for him. Whether that’s hot wax or spanking or edging or worshipping him until your jaw aches is subject to each partner.

Every torment Mark would inflict on someone else he would also (sometimes reluctantly) enjoy to have inflicted on him. Being bound and teased, being brought to his knees, he’s as eager to drink up praise as he is to dole it out. He’ll blush beautifully as he prepares himself for you and presents himself for your use. He’ll service you with his mouth for hours for the price of a hand in his hair and a few good words.

The Actor isn’t afraid of pain, even craves it. Sometimes it’s to the point of self-flagellation - he will use rough sex to punish himself, to take himself out of his own head. It’s one of the trickier things in dealing with him, to ensure you aren’t being used to such an end. Or making sure it’s done safely, at the very least.

The Actor does not like to be blindfolded. Or any other sort of sensory deprivation. Given his experiences with the Void, he has issues with not feeling grounded in reality. But he does love using other toys, and there’s few things he won’t try at least once. There’s some things he’s yet to explore, but for the right partner he would consider it.

The Actor is also rather shamelessly a monster fucker. And he definitely has a size kink.

I’m blanking on other kinks to include. Always feel free to check and ask about anything, I’m always happy to delve deeper.

He does like outfits. Costumes, uniforms, lingerie. Careful roleplaying with him that you don’t get sucked into a rather literal scene 😂

As for what that dick do? Over six inches of respectably thick but not overly thick delight. And if you meant something else by this question I’m sorry for the way that I am sjdndndndn )

#always nice to meet a fan;#it’s best to keep me pleased;#nsft;#frxgments of frxgments

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sillyguyhotline · 1 year

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guys i got a delightful pajama top when i went thrifting. and i also got a sheer robe that is definitely lingerie but that i am also definitely wearing around at some point bc it’s so pretty

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katierosedreams2 · 2 years

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A weekend to remember 4

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm going off. I could hardly hear it over the sissy hypno playing in my ears. I can't believe I dreamt about sucking cock last night. My panties were wet with precum. I’m not even that alarmed about it anymore. I still don’t want this, but I find it harder to fight. I even loved that the cute lingerie and heels that I slept in last night made me feel pretty and girly.

I wasn’t even in a rush to stop the hypno, but I paused it. My brain rushed, trying to grasp what had happened to me in such a short time. I have to go back to school today. I’ve become a feminized, slutty, cock-sucking girly sissy since the last time I was there.

As much as I don’t want that to be true, last night I totally came in my panties just from sucking Dylan’s big dick! Natalie delighted in telling everyone at the party! I was so humiliated and embarrassed as she made me stand there in front of everyone dressed like a slutty girl. Completely covered in Dylan’s cum, it still dripping down my face and out my nose, down my neck onto my crop top. While everyone laughed at what a slutty girl I was and how I came in my panties just from sucking cock.

Natalie made me keep Dylan’s cum on my face until we got home. She posted all about it on Instagram. If everyone at school doesn’t already know, they will today.

After taking a shower, I found Natalie going through my clothes, looking for the outfit I would wear today. She was dressed in a cute short white pleated skirt, a light pink crop top, and light pink blocky heels. Her makeup was already done, she looked so pretty.

“What do you think, Taylor? Is this cute enough for your coming out day at school?” She said, holding up a short black long sleeve vinyl dress. “I was thinking this, plus matching black vinyl thong and bra lingerie, and the 4 inch black vinyl thigh high boots! It should barely pass the school dress code but would also still tell all the boys what a slut you are! It’s perfect!” Natalie said so cheerfully! She seemed genuinely excited for me to go to school today and completely humiliated myself in front of absolutely everyone I know.

“Natalie, I can’t wear this to school, I might get in trouble. Plus, I can’t have everyone seeing me like this. It will ruin me forever!” I tried my best to protest, but for some reason I wasn’t feeling as worried as I thought I should be. I was actually kind of excited, and I loved the outfit she picked. I was perfect! OH MY GOD! Why am I thinking this way!!!

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little sissy head. You’re going to look so pretty! I bet you the teachers won’t even say a thing! It’s too sensitive of times with trans people for them to even be aloud to make a single comment. And let’s be honest, this outfit is to die for! Don’t you think sissy? Do you like it? Does it make you think dirty thoughts?” She said with a big grin on her face.

She was right. It did. I was so focused on it, I didn’t even argue any more. I just shyly nodded my head in agreement. It’s almost like I don’t have control of my body anymore, and I’m losing control of my mind!

“That’s what I thought, sissy girl! Then it’s settled, you’ll wear this! Now let’s go do your makeup and hair! We need to hurry, we are running late!” She said as she put the dress on the bed and rushed me to the mirror to do my makeup.

She wanted to keep it simple and feminine, with long eyelashes, but a more natural look. As she worked, she had me remove my cute French tip nails. She said she wanted to change it up, so I put on gold sparkly nails instead. She really wanted to draw attention to the fact that I'm not just dressed like a girl, I am one.

I felt pretty as I looked in the mirror before I got dressed. I hate to admit it, but I really do look just like a girl. As I got dressed I was starting to feel kind of sexy. My little tiny girly dick almost disappeared under the vinyl of my thong panties. My body looked like a total slutty girl dressed in my vinyl lingerie and thigh-high boots. And then I covered it up with the dress, I didn't feel much less conservative. I feel confident, happy, sexy, aroused, and comfortable dressed like this. I grabbed a large matching black vinyl tote bag to put my books in and Natalie let me borrow a cute little Louis Vuitton bag for me to put my phone and stuff in.

As we arrived at school my heart raced. I was filled with fear, humiliation, embarrassment, sadness, and devastation. My whole world has changed since I was last here. I just felt it all magnify as I got out of Natalie's car and stood there, looking down at my outfit, having the reality of what was happing and had happened set in. I looked like a sexy girl, and I was going to school. I’m not a girl, I’m a boy! A straight boy! Or at least I was when I left here. Now I’ve lived as a girl and even sucked cock three times. It only took 48 hours of being a girl for sucking dick to make my tiny little clitty cum in my panties.

Natalie looked at me with no sympathy for my situation, in an annoyed tone she said “Come on sissy! Let’s go! Standing there isn’t going to change the fact that you're now a girly cock-sucking slut! It never will, you’ll be that forever!! Now stop standing there, be a big girl, and go face the whole school as the new and improved slut you are!”

I reluctantly hung my head, and followed her into school. My heels clicking loudly, drawing attention to me. The boys and girls all looked at me, most recognized me from all of Natalie's posts. Some didn’t and you could see they were puzzled as to who the new slutty girl was. Some boy's cat called as I walked through the halls “Hey sexy!” “Want to suck my dick?” “Check out the new slut!” “Hey baby girl, want to go out?”. Some girls yelled “You go girl!” “ Such a cute, sexy, girly outfit, you look so natural in it!” And “I always thought you were a sissy! You're so pretty, it’s great to see you being true to you!” I was filled with embarrassment and humiliation.

And sure enough, Natalie was right. All day not a single teacher or staff member said a single thing. They looked at me weird, especially when they were taking roll and saw a girl where a “boy” usually sits. They would just clear their throat, “Taylor?” they would call out. “Here.” I’d reply. Hearing my own voice would remind me just how much like all the girls I sound. How I don't, and never did sound like a boy.

All of the girls were so nice to me, most of them never used to talk to me. They were so supportive that I “came out”. They said they always suspected I was a girly gay sissy boi. That I look better as a girl, especially since my dick is so tiny it totally disappears in my panties. No woman would ever want me. And now, thanks to Natalie, they all know just how sexy I look with a cock in my mouth, how pretty and natural it is! Also, that I must love it, since after all, I did cum just from sucking Dylan’s dick.

They loved talking about that, plus all sorts of other girly things. Hair, makeup, nails, clothes, and what boys I thought were cute. BOYS!? I don’t think any boys are cute! Or at least I haven’t given it any thought.

Speaking of boys, they seemed more interested in me than the girls did! They kept cat calling me and saying all sorts of dirty things to me, like how I was a slutty cock sucker and how they can't wait for me to suck their dicks. Or how they would like to fuck me, that I was always meant to be a girl. They would grab or slap my ass when I walked by them in the halls. I couldn’t help but sway my hips as I walked, my heels clicking, and the sound of one slap on my vinyl dressed ass after another echoed through the hall. My plump girly butt was sore and red from so many boys slapping it.

I was totally humiliated and embarrassed, but part of that was because I kind of liked it. I really did feel like a whore, designed to please cock, and it was kind of turning me on. I couldn’t help it! I don’t want this, but somehow do I?! I didn’t even try to stop them from grabbing, slapping my ass or talking dirty to me. I just look down and take it. Why am I so OK with this?!

I was walking to meet Natalie in the parking structure after school. Reflecting on the crazy day I had. Thinking about all of the boys who want to use me like a slut. How I looked like a cock craving sissy in this outfit, how they were turned on by me. All of their big dicks, desperate to fill me with their cum.

Wait! No! I don’t want to think about this! Oh my god what’s wrong with my brain!? Why do I keep thinking this way!? I like girls! They are so pretty, beautiful, and sexy! I love their clothes, their makeup, hair, and nails! I want to look just like them and be a girl too! NO I DON’T! OH MY GOD! IM FREAKING OUT! What’s wrong with my head?! Why do I keep thinking this way?!?!

A flash from Natalie's phone and the sound of her voice broke me from my uncontrollable break down. “Hey girlfriend! Oh that’s a cute pic of you! You look like you're totally freaking out. Did you spend the day surrounded by too many cute boys with big dicks, wishing you could please them? Haha and it was only your first day as the real you, as a slutty sissy girl!” She said with a wicked grin on her face. It was like she knew I hated it, but also was struggling with the sissy hypnosis taking control of my head.

I tried to fight back the tears that were forming, I couldn’t seem to control my mind much more. “It’s been a hard day Natalie. The hypnosis your making me listen to is really messing with my mind! My life is just getting more ruined, everyone now thinks I’m a gay sissy girl who wants to be a slut. The teachers didn’t say anything, but I could tell they thought the same. This day has just added to the whole weekend that feels like a nightmare I can’t control or wake up from! Can we please just go?”

“Aw sweetie, it’s OK. You’ll soon get used to this. And everyone already thought that about you, they were just happy to see you being what you're meant to be! Of course, we are going to leave, but first you need to go see someone.” She replied in a sweet way.

“Who?!” I said confused and concerned, just wanting this day to end. “Billy, you know Marks' friend, the one who’s also a big hunk? Well, Mark told him all about you, and apparently so did Dylan. So Billie asked me today if you’d meet him at his car in the corner of the parking structure, and I of course, said yes! Don’t worry sissy girl, I hear he’s really hung! So let’s go!” She said excitedly as she grabbed my hand and started to hurry toward Billy’s car.

I hardly had time to pick up my bag as she pulled me away. Our heels echoed through the structure, almost like fireworks. I was trying to grasp what was happening and why I was trying to walk as sexy as I could. Am I? AM I EXCITED TO SUCK ANOTHER COCK? OH MY GOD, I THINK A PART OF ME IS!! After all, he is such a real man, he probably wants a real slut to please him.

As we approached, Natalie was filming on her phone. Billy got out of his car, he was a tall, strong man, much like Mark. He makes me look so short, skinny, weak, small, feminine, and girly next to him. “Hey Taylor, I heard you're a sissy girl now. You look good, real good. I never paid much attention to you before, but shit, you look exactly like a girl, a sexy one too!” He said with his deep manly voice. He seemed sincere and aroused as he spoke.

For some reason I felt complimented by him, and was strangely enjoying what he was saying. “Thank you.” I said, blushing a little, sounding like a girl, especially compared to him. “I hear your quite a slut, a real natural at giving head. Why don’t you show me?” He said as he unzipped his pants right there. I looked around, I only saw Natalie filming with a big smile on her face, “Go on sissy!” She commanded.

Slowly, I got down on my knees in front of him, covered from the rest of the parking lot by his car. I reached up, my gold nails flashing in the light as I pulled his underwear down, exposing his big dick. “That’s what a real man's cock looks like, not like your little nub! Please his dick, do to him what you’ll never get! Be his girly slut!” Natalie encouraged.

I couldn’t help it. I leaned in and gave it a kiss. And then a lick, and then I put the head of his massive penis in my mouth. It was so much bigger than mine! She’s right. I don’t deserve any pleaser, my little dicks too small to ever get sucked by a girl. I’m meant to be the slutty girl sucking cock. I’m meant to be a cock sucker!

I started to think this was true as I sucked. All the way down, licking his balls, then all the way back to the tip. Worshiping this cock, giving it as much pleaser as I could. I was feeling so turned on, It felt so right to have a dick in my mouth. I can feel my tiny little inferior useless micro cock starting to leak precum into my panties. I just moaned as sucked and sucked this wonderful cock, letting it fill me with pleasure. My small girly hand with my pretty glittery gold nails wrapped around the shaft of his long thick dick. Rubbing it as I sucked and licked the head of his cock. I was lost in the moment of being a slut for him, trying desperately to be the perfect little cock-sucking whore!

He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick all the way down my throat, choking me. My face pressed against his strong abs, his balls resting on my chin. As he pumped load after load of cum down my throat, filling my stomach with his sperm, he said “Yeah slut, swallow my cum! Gag on my cock while I force my cum down your slutty girly throat! Oh yeah! You were meant to be a cock sucker!!”

It was so arousing! I couldn’t believe how sexy it was, I couldn’t believe I was such a sissy slut as his cum filled my mouth. I tried to swallow every drop, but I couldn’t. It spilled out of my mouth, onto my chin as I tried to catch my breath.

Natalie said “I’m very impressed, sissy! I loved how comfortable you are already with worshiping a superior alpha cock. Why don’t you thank Billy and then we can finally go home.”

I got up slowly, trying to be sexy, as Billy zipped back up his pants. “Thank you Billy for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum!” I said, sounding like a girl in a porno. “Haha you bet sissy bitch. You can worship my dick anytime!” He chuckled as he got into his car.

Natalie and I walked back to her car, some of Billy’s cum still on my face. I didn’t like how I felt; happy, sexy, aroused, and complete. Today at school was not what I thought was going to happen when I left here with Natalie on Friday. I still have the rest of the week to go.

-Katierosedreams OG Cap

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