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nanaminsmoon · 11 months

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𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

a/n: i don't know how i feel about this yet but i hope it's okay lol. but i do know that i need this man real bad. and i picked this song bc it just kinda reminds me of this:)) also, i'm british but i always imagine the characters i write to have american accents so that's how i write them:))

cw: throat fucking, breeding, connie calls reader 'ma', 'hermosa', and 'baby', oral (f + m receiving), connie nuts on reader, n word usage, connie speaks spanish 2x; 'lo sé, hermosa, lo sé' (i know, beautiful, i know); 'quieres un hijo, ma?' (you want a kid, ma?)

wc: 2286

you always knew connie was a problem. from the day your ex introduced you to him, and his eyes’ journey across your body was one that should not be taken by a guy your man called his ‘best friend’. connie’s treatment towards you had never held any resemblance to that of a friend. it was almost as if he had no desire to hide his want for you. shown by the way he spent the rest of that evening, at eren’s house, eye-fucking you. his eyes probing you; brushing across your entire body, making the hairs on your skin rise at his command.

after that night, his eyes would return to you; attaching themselves to any moving flesh, as you shook ass when you guys all went out together. but, once again, you brushed him off. and you could've sworn you whined on him one time but the dim lighting in the club meant that you could never confirm. it was never to the extent where he made you particularly uncomfortable, you just needed to know what the nigga’s problem was. so you asked your, now ex, boyfriend ony about it. but he had accused you of blowing it all out of proportion.

“just because the nigga looked at you, you think he wants you?”, he had scoffed, shaking his head at you.

“it’s not about him looking, ony, it’s how he looked.”, you defended, and ony had rolled his eyes and carried on with whatever he was doing. that marked the first of many arguments you two had about connie.

the turning point came when you and ony broke up, and the first person to text you as soon as it happened was…connie. it was as if he had been waiting for this very moment since he met you. and he had. but, unlike his prolonged affections for you, the message he sent you was short.

”you good?”, you looked at your screen through teary eyes, and saw that he was facetiming you. so you, hesitantly, answered and you were met with a sentimental connie, throwing condolences your way. ensuring you that you would be fine, and telling you praises like; ‘you were too good for him anyways’ and ‘i would never treat a girl as beautiful and smart as you like that. i don’t know what he was thinking’. and, as sweet as his words were, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words that denounced his friend, aimed at the ears of his ex-girlfriend. but their comfort outweighed all the suspicions, so those calls became more regular. and, perhaps, that's how you got to where you are now; head upside down over the edge of his bed, with his dick fucking in and out of your throat.

“why you ain’t leave him sooner, y/n? i know he ain't ever fucked you like this”, your head tried to shake a response to him and he just laughed down at you, thinking you were absolutely adorable. even with all that spit spilling out the corners of your mouth, and your mascara running all over your face.

he had invited you over to just “chill”, but you knew better and went in a matching bra and thong—you didn’t know if it was just post-breakup loneliness, or wishful thinking because you had been feeling him for timeee. but it was a gesture he had laughed at once he took your clothes off.

“you want this dick just as bad as it wants you, huh?”, he had laughed, earning an abashed giggle from yourself. how he ended up fucking your throat, you didn't know. but you had weakened this man’s knees considerably, and now both of his hands were placed on your knees. the sight of your dainty hands toying with your clit as he used your throat as a cock sleeve made his dick pulsate in your throat. so he pulled out of you, slowly, groaning before he had two seconds to position his dick and nut all over your chest and stomach.

you no longer had loyalties to ony, so you could freely admit that connie was eating you out in a way ony never had. the pleasure he was giving you travelled through every cell in your body, even reaching your fingertips as one of your hands tried to grab at whatever parts of his bleached buzz cut it could. the other busy cramping due to how hard you were grabbing at the duvet underneath you. both of your legs rested over his shoulders as his tongue politely abused your heat. you thought you felt something in his mouth when you two kissed earlier, but the adrenaline coursing through your body had dulled your senses. but, now he had you spread open on his bed, you could feel the small ball of metal greeting your clit as he sucked it into his mouth; the combination of the cold jewellery and the warmth of his tongue making your back lift off the bed. you were so close to your end, and that gap was finally closed when the little ball started vibrating. connie’s lower face was drenched, your wetness running down his chin and neck.

not a drop of it was wasted as he wiped it on his hand and licked it all off, his eyes glued to your face the entire time. having not fully come down from your high, connie’s next movements were a blur to you. all you remembered was him pulling something out of his draw, then your legs were in his arms, your thighs meeting his hips as connie fucked into you like he would get evicted from his house if he didn't. his trimmed fingernails were digging into the flesh surrounding your thighs and his eyebrows met to furrow in the middle of his face. he no longer cared about loyalties, not with how tight you were. he would do this now, and deal with the consequences later. because how could he let his best friend get in between him and the finest girl he'd ever met?

this man fucked you mercilessly, it was as if he had a point to prove. and he did—he wanted you to know that it's him you should've been with in the first place. he would’ve been so much better to you than his friend had been. and if you couldn’t see it, you’d feel it. the tip of his dick was damn near touching your lungs, knocking out any air you had stored in them. your eyes hadn’t focused since you entered those four walls, and connie’s were clouded by you. and that cloud finally rained down when you came around him,

“c-connieee—fuck—s-so good—fuckfuckfuck”, were your final words before your second nut of the night—arousal flooding the fabric underneath you, as well as connie's lower abdomen. seeing you coat him again, and wet the places that dried after the first one, made connie’s dick throb. but he wanted you to nut again before he got his own end.

so he picked you up, and laid you on your stomach, lifting your ass up, and giving it a quick slap. the sensitivity still resounding in all your limbs exacerbated the feeling of his palm, and long fingers, meeting your soft flesh. before he spaced your legs apart, his right one knelt between them, and his left propped up beside you. in seconds he was pounding into you again. your hands were grabbing at pillows, sheets, anything to find a small grip on reality. because this man was trying to fuck you into madness. his brain had stopped working the moment your lips attached to his, and its small whisper of reason evaporated and was replaced by his dick’s harsh clamours to fuck you until he couldn’t anymore.

clamours became careless whispers telling him to nut in you, and get you pregnant so you could be his forever. something he had joked about it in your facetimes, telling you,

”i have half a mind to make you the mother of my kids. then i could take care of you forever”, your view was of him cooking shirtless, with nothing but pyjama bottoms on. and you knew there was nothing under them because of the way they sat on his hips—his v-line fully exposed. but your response had been a laugh and an eyeroll,

“shut up, bro. i’m not trynna be anyone’s baby mum”, you scoffed.

”i never said baby mum. i said mother of my kids. there’s a difference”, he had reassured, earning another eyeroll from you. that conversation replayed over, and over, again in his head. and he tried to disperse those thoughts by maintaining a firm hold on your hips, pulling you onto him as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

he was hitting you with those slow strokes that hit the right spot every single time, and it had you whining and slapping the pillows above your head,

“don't tap out on me, ma, c’mon. stay wit’ me”, and you tried, but the pleasure he was making you feel was enough to drive a grown woman to insanity.

“i'm trying con-n, but it's—nnggh—too fucking good. fuck”, he revelled in knowing he was being this good to you, even if it meant dire things for his friendship. he had always wanted to see what this pussy was like, and now he knew, he'd be back again next week. same time, same place, the only changing being the positions he bends you into.

”lo sé, hermosa, lo sé”, he smirked onto your skin as he kissed it; his plump lips starting at your shoulders, making their way down the valley in the middle of your back. his hands would travel the width of your back, before one of them wrapped around your throat to pull you up to him—your back flush against his tatted chest. his body weight rested on his heels as he fucked up into you; one hand still gently squeezing your throat, and the other gripping onto your tit like it’d fall off if he let go of it. he didn’t know what he was saying anymore, all he needed was to make you his.

”quieres un hijo, ma?”, he voiced, and you blindly just nodded, until he spoke again, ”yeah, you do? want me to put a kid in ya?”, you didn’t know if he was playing or not, but you didn’t need the mess that would come with having a kid with your ex’s best-friend. even though you were trying to collect your thoughts, your surprise caused you to tighten around him. and that just made connie go even harder.

”n-no, connie, n-no. whattabout ony-y?”, you mewled out and he scoffed at you, his grip on your throat slightly harsher.

”the fuck he gonna say? huh?”, that last ’huh’ came out through gritted pearly whites, ”how’s he gonna claim you if you got my kid in ya? huh? he ain’t gonna do shit, ma, don’t stress”, he cooed before peppering small kisses all over you.

”b-but”, you wanted to tell this man that he’d lost his damn mind, but your eyes were too busy flickering into their sockets as more whines left your mouth.

”no buts, baby, i’ll take care of you”, his mouth left open-mouthed kisses all over your neck and, with the way he was making you feel, you just nodded in agreement.

the words, ”good girl”, were the golden keys that opened the flood gates, and you came around him. that nut took all the strength from your body, and you would’ve fallen onto the bed if he hadn’t been holding you up. even still, the merciless pace which he fucked up into you with, did not falter. and you came again, crooning his name in overstimulation.

”c-conniee, fff-fuck”, your voice cracked out. he just smirked at your cute demeanour and resumed kissing your shoulders. before his groans fell deeper, and his fingertips dug deeper into your skin. his arms held you still and he came inside you—his release stealing his strength, meaning he gently dropped you onto the bed, collapsing beside you after doing so.

”you didn’t nut in me.”, you spoke quietly, and you thought the duvet had muffled you but the low chuckles rumbling from behind you told you otherwise.

”i had a condom on. you ain’t see me take it out?”, he walked off the bed, ”or did you really think i was gonna put a baby in you?”, he smirked, taking the thin layer of latex off him. his face winced at the sensitivity.

”nah.”, you spoke sheepishly, shaking your head against the duvet. he got off the bed, and made his way to the side you were laying on. once he made it to you, he grabbed you by your chin—making you sit on your legs as your body wavered. then his tatted hand was on your jaw,

”’f you want that baby, just ask and i’ll give it to ya”, his voice was quiet and the corners of his lips rose, as his eyes remained on yours. and once he saw your head make a small nod, his smile grew even bigger.

”bet.”

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 9 months

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#375

“Hey shithead, get over here. I got some news…. You look like shit. Come here. Kneel. Reach in and take out my dick. I’ve got to take a piss. Drink up and listen. A buyer put in an offer, and it was accepted. You’ve been sold. I wasn’t expecting for a chunky slave to sell after only one day of showing, but that big truck driver made a full offer. He’ll be back later on tonight. He made some demands….

“He wants you cleaned up on the outside and loaded up with loads from many men on the inside. I’ll bring the hose around in a bit. Sir Hank will be down in a bit to bring you some soap. He’s also going to make that cage permanent, by riveting it on. Your dick will be useless going forward.

“Do you remember how many men unloaded in your cunt so far this morning?... Four? Good. Hank and I will each provide one. With you off the market, it’ll be difficult to get men in here just for a fuck.

“I called a buddy. You’re not his type, but he’ll bring his slave and fuck him instead. When he’s ready to nut he’ll just shove it into you. Or maybe he’ll use a condom with his own slave and then squeeze the load into you.

“Oh wait a minute…. Let me see…. There’s one… two…. There are a couple of used condoms in the trash can here.

“Bend over and lean against the wall. Present your cunt. I have no idea how long these loads have been here, whose load is in them, or even if they were used on you or the slave that was in here last. You are getting their spooge contents now…. Damn, you have one hell of a gape, which should make the squeezing in of the loads easy.

“That truck driver has one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen. He’s great to work with. Prompt payments. And most of all he seems to want the fat slaves, or the weird ones. He’s an intermediary for several buyers out west. You’ll probably end up on this pig farm where you will be force fed until you bulk up, and then installed in a pig pen with other real pigs. Castration is most likely. Not just the balls but your shaft too.

“There, both loads are in you…. Oh, I missed this condom here…. I didn’t realize that our clients used so many rubbers. I guess it makes sense.

“The other possible buyer that trucker uses is in Oregon. He’s one of those militia types, but one who likes fat fags chained up in his basement. Don’t know that much about him other than he’s a sadistic bastard.

“There! Three anonymous loads in your cunt. Get ready, this will probably be my last time for me to breed you.

“Jesus! He stretched you out. All these loads are making this one loose sloppy hole…. This isn’t going to work. Clamp down then spin around.

“Get me off with your toilet mouth…. You look grossed out. That’s the cum stew from your cunt. Clean me off before you get me off.

“That’s it. Don’t fucking gag. This is your life now. Good boy. You are an ass eating, piss drinking, cum dump slave. Whoever you wind up with, they are going to do way worse nasty stuff to you. This is what you do. This is what you are.

“I’m going to miss your tongue. That’s what made you sellable. Does it ever feel good on my dick! Work it! Fuck! I’m going to cum in no time. Keep licking my balls when I go in deep. When I tell you, spin around so I can dump in your cunt.

“I wish all slaves could have a tongue like yours. When you eat my shitter, it really makes my hole quiver. I don’t know what you do back there, but man does it feel good. You always gave me your eagerness to please, and you do so no matter how shitty you were being treated. That’s so hard to find in slaves.

“I’m getting close. I’m getting close. Now! Give me that cunt!

“Urg! Uh! Uh! Ahhh! Jesus! Fuck! Damn slave. I gave you a large load to add to the stew you have brewing….

“Clamp down then clean me off…. There you go. Fuck that was hot. There’s some sludge in my pubes; get that…. I have to piss again.

“Ahhh! When I’m done stand up….

“…Slave, I am going to miss you. You know, if we were in a different situation, I would put you on a diet and a rigorous exercise regimen. I would have you as my boy.

“Don’t tell anybody what I’m about to do. Don’t pull away; I want to kiss you….

“…Like that. Now you treat your new owners the way you have treated me. If you are lucky, they won’t torture you too much. I wish you the best.”

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wittlesissyb4by · 3 months

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Author's Note: If you're wondering where Chapter 4 is, you're not going crazy. Due to the nature and formatting (it uses chatlogs and explicit content) it is not suited enough for this prude-ass site. I'm sorry to say, but if you want to read Chapter 4 (and all the way up to 7), you'll have to subscribe to my SubStar. I'm sorry, I wish there was another way, but I will have it available for even the least expensive option of $3. My sincerest apologies. Still, I think you'll still be able to grasp the story without missing too much context from Ch. 4 (our main character, Alan, performed a task, and was rewarded with pictures of Persephone.) I hope you can still enjoy the story below. Thanks for reading!

The White Rabbit Chapter 5 - Cockslut

I had never jerked off to the same set of pictures so many times in my life. Even when I was younger and found my Dad’s dirty magazines, my prepubescent self didn’t spank it as much as I had to the photos I’d just received from Persephone. I spent so long staring and fapping to those pictures she sent, every inch of her was embedded into my brain. Burned into my retinas like when a TV is left on for so long that it damages the display. Hell, it probably is burned into my phone screen from being up so many times.

She’s even more gorgeous than I imagined. It’s rare that something can live up to the hype you’ve been building up for it for so long. I pored over every pixel of her perfect body, examined the contours of her cheeks, the twinkle in her eyes, the crooks of that devious smile, the splotches of colors in her tattoos, specifically the one of the little white rabbit.

“That doesn’t mean that’s what she really looks like. She could be catfishing you” That tiny voice in the back of my head still whispered. But I shoved that thought aside, even after the post-nut clarity hit.

I still masturbated the way she told me to. Every single time. Fingering the head of my dripping clit through my little panties with a dildo in my mouth or ass. I didn’t last long at all. I imagined her standing over me, smiling that wicked smile, laughing at me while shoving that dildo in my mouth, or pounding me in the ass with it. I finally was able to give a face to the rubber dick I’d been shoving in my holes for so long. What I wouldn’t give to have her right there next to me, doing all the things I imagined, but in reality.

Persephone didn’t talk to me for a few days. I don’t know if she had something going on, or if she was just leaving me to my own devices, to stare longingly at her photos, to imagine scenarios of her in my head. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think it also makes subs more dependent on their Mistresses.

Without her guiding presence, I was left with this odd sort of void. No one was telling me what to do anymore. How would I know how to “fuck my slutty little asshole” if she wasn’t there to tease and berate me with her messages?

I’m not proud of what I did in her absence.

“Sorry, I had some things…come up at work.” She messaged after almost a whole week.

“It’s fine.” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, like I wasn’t checking my phone every 30 seconds in hopes that she would finally respond.

“Did you do okay while I was gone?”

“Yes Mistress.” I said, hoping to leave it at that.

“My little slut was able to handle herself?”

I guess you could say that. “Yes Mistress.”

But something was eating at me. I didn’t know how to tell her, I didn’t know if I wanted to tell her. But this relationship—no matter how weird it was—had to be built on trust, right?

“I…i might’ve…” I typed out the next part, deleted it, then typed again. “I may have…found someone else…”

My heart was pounding as I waited for her response, but it didn’t take long.

“Oh?”

She wanted me to elaborate.

“Did you find a girl in real life that’ll dress you up like a sissy bitch and fuck your little butt, slut?”

I audibly scoffed at that. Like that would ever happen.

“No I…found some other people online…”

“People? As in, more than one?”

“I…yea…”

She didn’t say anything for a while. She must have been fuming.

“Are they girls? Or are they men?”

I felt myself flush, shriveling into myself. I felt so ashamed, not just because of what it was, but because I knew I was disappointing her. I was effectively ‘cheating’ on her.

“Men…😞”

Nothing happened for a second, minutes, hours— or at least that’s what it felt like. Then, Persephone is typing…

It took a long time too. She must have been writing a novel. Berating me for being such a piece of shit. I finally found a girl to fulfill my dreams, and I went and blew it as soon as she stepped away for a few days.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” She said. “Did you sext with them??”

Again, I wanted to lie, but there was no denying it now. “Yes…”

“This is it. I blew it. A girl any submissive would kill for, and I let it slip away the first chance I got.

Persephone is typing…

I was sweating, dreading what was to come. Finally, a massive text bubble hit the screen.

“LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂”

Well…that wasn’t the response I expected.

“You fucking WHORE!! Hahaha”

I felt a bit of tentative relief, still not quite sure how she was taking it.

“Did I tell you you had to do that??”

“No ma’am…😥”

“But you did it anyway?”

“Mhmm.. 😣”

“You know, this is the second time you’ve done something without my permission, and it always seems to involve cock…”

She was referring to the time I used the dildos she ‘made’ me buy. She didn’t tell me to use them, she didn’t have to, I just…did it anyway.

“Because you’re a desperate little cockslut, aren’t you?”

My immediate reaction was to deny it, the same way I’d been doing my whole life. I always told myself ‘as long as a woman was making me be a slut for men, it was fine. It’s not gay.’ But the proof was right there. Even without her around I still went out and did what I always told myself I’d never do on my own.

“I…i think so…😩”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“Tell me what you are.”

It took a second to register what she meant, but then it hit me like a truck.

“I’m a little cockslut…” I said. Just typing the words made me feel weird, but also weirdly arroused…

“Louder.”

I switched to all caps, “I’M A LITTLE COCKSLUT!!”

“No no.” She replied, “I want you to make a video. Put your little panties on, get on your dildo, and start bouncing.”

I scrambled to obey, perhaps a bit too quickly. My cock was already fully erect by the time I pulled my panties up around it. I stuck the suction cup to the floor, making the rubber dick sway back and forth, squirted a generous amount of lube on the tip, worked some between my crack, pulled my panties aside, hit the video, and started recording.

I slowly lowered myself down on it, wincing as it pressed inside my unrelaxed sphincter. There were several seconds of awkward fumbling and adjusting and lowering and gasping before it finally worked its way in and the sounds turned to sighing.

“I’m a little cockslut,” I said softly, working the dildo further into me.

“I’m a little cockslut.” I repeated, feeling it slide along my prostate.

“I’m a little cockslut!” My eyes were in the back of my head.

“I’M A LITTLE COCKSLUT!!” I practically shouted, burying the dildo all the way inside me until I was squatting down on the balls. There was no denying how good it felt to be full like that. I quickly clipped the video and sent it to Persephone.

“Don’t stop now.” She replied. “I can see you leaking in your panties. You’re loving this!!”

She was right, my panties were soaked with precum.

I bounced, swirled, grinded my hips back and forth.

“How many guys did you sext with?”

I wanted to reduce the number, but I was too horny to deny it.

“Seven” I managed to reply while still keeping rhythm.

“Seven?! That’s more than I assigned you the other day!”

She was right. What felt like such a chore before quickly became something I craved, like a lot of things she was making me do…

The dildo felt so good. I was fully relaxed now, bouncing and taking that dick like the best of them.

“How did it make you feel? Being a little whore for men and making them cum?”

“Like a slut, Goddess.”

“You fucking LOVED it, didn’t you?”

I did, and I told her so.

“Show me how much you love that dick.”

I set the camera up again, putting it in selfie mode so I could see myself bounce on the cock. I needed to shave my legs, I needed to work out more, get in better shape to get a better body so I could attract more—

Oh my GOD! It felt so good. When I leaned back it hit my spot perfectly. I crab-crawled my arms backwards, putting all my weight on my hands so I could focus on gyrating my hips.

I pulled the front of my panties to the side. I wanted her to see how hard I was. How much it made my dick swell to have something pumping in and out of my asshole. I was gonna be her little buttslut. Her little whore to pimp out like she always told me. My mind was swimming, my body was clenching, waves coursed through my legs and up to my pelvis, an immense rush came from inside my rectum and then—

The first shot caught me off guard. A huge spurt of semen flew straight up in the air. Another one went forward, spraying the floor and pretty much everything else around the room as my bouncing cock spewed like an unmanned firehose.

It took several seconds for me to register what happened, to come off the high I just experienced. To snap back to reality, to realize this even was reality. I was still gasping for breath when I slowly slid the cock out. I sat there for a second, contemplating what just took place.

I just had a sissygasm.

I’d heard of it before, but I never thought it was actually possible other than by extremely practiced sissies. Professionals. Ones that knew what they were doing because they’d done it so much and so heavily enjoyed the feeling of co—

I grabbed my phone, swiping away a glob of cum that must have landed on the screen. I contemplated not sending the video to Persephone, but I had to see what she said.

Her first several messages were a series of laughing emojiis. She even sent me an audio file of her cackling like an amused hyena. If I could have seen her face, it probably had tears of laughter leaking down the sides.

“I knew you’d get there one day, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon!!”

I let her have her fun. Berating and humiliating and teasing me for proving what a “cockslut” I am. I don’t think there was anything I could do to deny it at that point.

“Clean up your mess.” She finally said.

I spent the next several minutes lapping up the many, many puddles of cum littered around the room. The thick globs refused to come up just from me tonguing it like a dog, so I had to press my lips around them and slurp it up like a dog.

“You’re not done.” She said after I sent her the video of me gargling and swallowing some.

I looked around for a puddle I’d missed, how had she seen something that I couldn’t?

“I’m not sure where, Goddess…?”

Was it my panties? They *were* quite wet, did she mean my panties? But she soon clarified:

“The dildo 😈”

My stomach churned as I looked back at the rubber dick I’d just violated my ass with. “Oh Goddess…please no…”

This wasn’t me faking some sort of trepidation in order for her to have another chance to belittle me, this was genuine disgust.

“I know it’s gross, honey. But if i’m gonna whore you out you’re going to have to get used to going ass to mouth. There are some very callous men out there…”

“Please…please don’t make me 🥺”

“I’m sorry, sissy, it has to be done. Let this be a lesson for you to keep yourself clean at all times. You need to be doing regular enemas. You never know who’s gonna stop and bend your bimbo ass over! Now get to cleaning. And don’t try to wipe it down first either, I can see the glistens of lube.”

Damn, that was my backup plan. There was no getting out of it. Well…there was. I could just stop talking to her altogether. Draw the line. Quit right here and now. But was I really going to let a dirty dildo ruin what we have? I’d probably never get this opportunity again. (Not to clean my ass juices off a fake dick—but have a powerful woman tell me what to do.)

I leaned in close, turning up my nose, trying to block out the faint, pungent smell. The fake black dick at least hid any damning streaks I may not have had the stomach to see.

After tapping record on my phone, I tentatively opened my mouth and stuck my tongue to the tip, cringing at the taste that was probably more lube than anything else. I made a mental note to get the flavored stuff if this was going to be a regular occurance.

A regular occurance? What was happening to me?? I went from wanting to be dominated by a stranger, to wearing panties, dirty talking creepy men, shoving dicks in my holes, and then shoving those dirty dicks back into my mouth. I never imagined wanting to be dominated would lead to me doing such depraved things. But here I was, slurping the lube off of a dick I just used to make myself cum without even touching my own dick.

“I think you missed a spot…” Persephone said, “go deeper.”

I wonder if she enjoys this. Like genuinely enjoys watching guys in panties gag and sputter on a dirty dildos. Then again, I can think of several females I screwed over in the past that would probably pay good money for this very video.

“Now the balls…”

If it was able to sparkle, it would have by the time I was done with it. My mouth was full of all sorts of conflicting flavors like cum, lube, and god knows what else.

“Smack your face with it a few times, just for giggles!”

Oh how far I’d fallen. If only I had known at the time that this was only the very beginning.

“Did you have fun?” She asked after it was all said and done.

“Yes Goddess,” I said, even without being horny anymore, I found myself being truthful.

“You like being my little slut?”

“YES Goddess!”

“Good. Because I have another assignment for you…”

~~To Be Continued~~

#the white rabbit #white rabbit

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beaker1636 · 4 months

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M is For Martymachlia - Justin

AN: Here we go, back on track with the alphabet game! So basically martymachlia is a king of being watched, so that is their task at hand. I actually really enjoyed this one so I hope you do too! Again I did this on my phone so some formatting issues may happen, mostly it doesn’t always indent where it’s supposed to which drives me nuts 😫 once I can use my laptop and edit it I will! Enjoy!

“I fucking hate all of you,” Ryan sends in the group message that Chris very wonderfully made to share a video of the Lapdance that he had to give last night. He is nowhere near any of them but finds himself flushing at some of the comments they made in the video.

“No you don’t, and thank you for the laughs. I definitely needed it this morning,” Ricky responds, making Ryan want to throw his phone across the room.

“The real question is what did Ariana think? Did she enjoy it and take advantage of things after you left?” Vinny asks, praying that she just laughed about it because that would be funny to think about.

“Hey Vin, have you gotten laid since your fucking mom caught the two of you?” Ryan responds, knowing he is being a dick but that it’ll get him to shut the fuck up.

“No, no I have not, not that you need to know that. But non like you assholes we don’t have to do shit all the time when we are home… anyways, what is Justin up to?” Vinny responds, trying not to have to remember that memory.

“Yes, and because you have all pissed me off I am being a dick so I wish you luck sir. Have you ever heard of Martymachlia?”

“Uh no?” Justin sends, immediately wondering what the fuck Ryan was up to now.

“It is the kink of having someone watch during the act, kind of like exhibitionism. So you can do whatever the fuck you want but one of us has to be watching it,” Ryan responds, feeling smut at the thought, having a feeling that Vanessa wouldn’t agree.

“Do we get to pick who watches? Or does it have to be you?” Justin responds quickly. “Because if we get to choose it shouldn’t be too bad. I already know who she’d probably agree to watch.”

“It can be whoever I guess, but we have to know who and they must confirm,” Ryan responds.

“Sounds great.”

“Hey Vanny, I think I already know but our task is that we have to do it with someone watching, so who would you be most comfortable with watching?” Justin yells at you from across the room.

“I- I mean I guess it would be Chris because he walked in that one time but I still think it is going to be fucking akward. Do they actually have to be here because I don’t think I can handle that….” you trail off, now suddenly nervous at the thought of what is going to happen, that someone is going to be watching.

“I asked, I was told that it could be just like a video chat feed that we leave going and that they can mute themselves so we don’t hear them. So truthfully it should be easy to get into the mindset that we are alone… even if we aren’t. And we both know that you used to have a big thing for Chris before we even met so it’s not like you’ve never thought of him seeing you or anything.” Justin teases, moving closer to you where you are standing at the stove, working on making dinner, his hands resting on your hips.

“Ugh, please don’t. That was a long time ago, I don’t see him like that anymore and you know it. I mean, I don’t want to lose again. We can try but I can’t promise that I will be able to shut my mind off.” You answer, feeling defeated as you let out a sigh.

“You can say that you think he is attractive, I am not that jealous of a guy. I can accept the fact that you do,” he teases, kissing your cheek with a smirk. “I’ll let them know, when you’re done cooking you should put on something pretty for our viewer.”

“It is going to be an automatic no if you keep this shit up,” you grumble, continuing to cook dinner with a sigh. You are not looking forward to this.

For whatever reason he convinced you of that, and now you are sitting in the room in his favorite lingerie set, watching him set his phone up so that the view was what it needed to be while you completely ignore the fact you can hear him talking to Chris, asking him if the view was fine… and hearing Chris compliment how you look at the same time. Just knowing that he is watching you right now is making you very uncomfortable, wanting to shrink inside of yourself. You never have been very insecure but you are at this moment.

“Don’t over think this Van, he isn’t even here right now. Just focus on me,” he urges you softly, his lips ghosting over your ear before settling on yours. Softly coaxing you into the act, knowing that if he makes you get out of your head that you will enjoy this more.

“I, I can’t,” you mumble against his own lips as he settles over you, laying your back against the mattress as he slowly tries to coax you into the moment. He can feel as your body slowly relaxes as he continues to barely kiss you, his hands ghosting at your sides. Not wanting to push you too much as you first begin.

“That’s it, lose yourself in me baby,” he goads, his lips moving to settle just under your ear before trailing slightly lower and settling on a spot against your neck. One that he knows is sensitive and will hopefully let you relax into him, into this.

He pulls away after he hears you lightly groan, knowing that he finally has gotten you enough that you are relaxed, that you are wanting this more and more now. His lips meeting your own briefly before his tongue still tries to meet your own, glad when you allow him in and when he feels your arms wrap around him, trying to press him into you more and more as he does the same. Pushing his half hard erection against your core, wanting you to feel what you are doing to him right now.

It worked for a moment but then you heard Chris move through the phone and find yourself turning to look at it, Justin notices and pulls you back in or tries to.

“No, stay with me baby, not him,” he reminds you, kissing you again as his hand slides down your torso, lightly toying with the hem of your panties before stopping. Waiting for any indication that you were alright with him moving forward, smiling when you finally nod. Telling him to go ahead with what he wants to do. He quickly slips his shirt off before settling back into where he was, slowly slipping his hand into your panties to lightly stoke against your folds.

“Shit, for someone who is acting so shy you sure are wet. Part of you is enjoying him watching this aren’t you?” He teases, a finger circling your clit before pulling back with a smirk when you whimper slightly.

He knows better than to push you too hard and pulls his hand back, changing his mind and deciding to instead focus on what he knows will really get you in the zone. One of his hands reaching behind your back to lightly unclasp your bra, praying that you are in it enough that you won’t stop him now.

You don’t but you do move to try and cover yourself with your arms when he goes to remove it, him aware that you are unconsciously aware of it still, that you are slightly uncomfortable with this.

“Shh, let him see how beautiful you are, that I can almost make you come undone just from playing with your beautiful chest baby,” he slowly coaxes you to move your arms, to let him find one of your nipples with his fingers as he lightly tweaks it, making it hard under his touch. “That’s it,” he hums with an approving nod.

He then dips down, taking the other one between his lips as he lightly swirls his tongue around it, feeling it harden as he sucks and nips at it, enjoying when he hears you moan slightly, giving in to the pleasure he is bringing you. Finally letting yourself enjoy the moment as he teases you.

When he pulls his lips away he looks up at you, pleased to see that you are watching him closely, anticipating his next move. He slips his hand back down, deciding that you have had enough teasing and deserved a reward. Sliding your panties down your legs he moves to slowly slip two of his fingers inside of you, wanting to tease you. Get you worked up enough that you want more from him, beg him to let you finish while his friend watches.

He finds that this is honestly turning him on more than he expected, knowing that his friend was watching him unravel you, that he is able to make you fall apart just like he can do to his girlfriend.

You whine, bucking your hips up towards him, urging him to do more, to actually give in and give you what you want, no need right now. When he doesn’t you whine, making him meet your eyes with a slight smirk on his face.

“You want more? Want me to make you fall apart while Chris watches? Show him how pretty you are when you cum for me?” He asks, noticing how your eyes move back to the phone where it sets for a moment before you look back at him and give a slight nod, not wanting to say it yourself out loud.

“No, use your words. Tell me, fuck tell him that you want him to see,” he groans, now circling your clit with his thumb, but it isn’t quite enough for you.

“Please Justin, please let me cum,” you ask softly, the best you could muster and he somehow knows this. He gives in and rather harshly thrusts his fingers back inside of you knuckle deep before pulling back and doing it again… and again.

Repeating the action until you are withering on the mattress underneath him, clenching around his fingers and letting him know that you are close. He adds his thumb and starts to circle your clit again, slowly applying more pressure to bring you right to that edge. Watching you closely as you benign to come closer and closer.

“Let go for us baby,” he groans, wanting you to give in. And when you do with a moan, your back arching off the mattress he can’t help but give a satisfied smirk, feeling like he just proved himself in a way making you give in to him despite the fact that you had started so unsure of this.

He slips his boxers off while you slightly come down from the high of the orgasm he just gave you, stroking himself a few times before settling over you, slowly sliding inside of you as you both let out a slight groan. You automatically wrapping your legs around his waist in an effort to pull him in, keep him close to you when he begins thrusting inside of you, slowly at first before getting rougher in his movements.

“Fuck, Justin,” you whimper, relishing in the feeling of him pounding inside of you, bringing you back towards the edge that you were already at. Choosing to roll your hips up to meet his, making you throw your head back from the feeling, him smirking when he realizes where you were going with this, that you made him hit that spot inside of you that always gets you going.

He makes sure he hits it each thrust while bringing a hand between the two of you, starting to play with your clit again, wanting you to cum one more time before he does, and he is definitely getting close. When you begin to clench around him, he increases the pressure on your clit, thrusts slightly harder so that you can’t help it, cumming around him with a moan that he swears is the most erotic thing that he has ever heard before in his life. Causing him to finally let go himself, cumming in thick ropes as he finally hits his own high.

Letting himself calm down some before he leans down and gives you a kiss, gentle as he does. Making sure to tell you that you did great, that he loves you. He can tell that you need that reassurance of everything right now, that you are vulnerable at the moment as reality of what you just did hit you.

He slowly slides out, helping you up so that you can go to the bathroom to clean yourself up while he walks over to his phone so he can end the call… wait, that’s weird. The call said it ended 20 minutes ago, so Chris didn’t really see anything. What the fuck does that mean for the results of this?

He notices that he has a text from the other man so he pulls it up.

“Sorry man, I just couldn’t watch this between the two of you. I stopped it pretty much right away, but I won’t let everyone fail you because it wasn’t your fault.”

When you walk back out you notice that Justin looks confused as he looks at his phone, you wrap your arms around him and place a light kiss on his chest, knowing that if you don’t ask him that he will tell you what is wrong in a second.

“He left right away before we did anything, he didn’t actually watch us,” Justin says, moving to wrap one of his arms around you with a smile.

“Oh thank fucking god,” you murmur before moving to slip into your pajamas, ready for bed. Relieved that you don’t have to actually face Chris again knowing that he and Mia watched the two of you, you had hoped that this would happen and luckily it did.

If you technically lost you really don’t care, you are just glad that it was the case.

#the alphabet game #justin morrow x reader #Justin morrow x reader smut #Justin morrow smut #Justin morrow fic #Justin morrow fanfic #justin morrow fanfiction #motionless in white fanfiction #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction

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stannyramirez · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟎𝟑𝟎𝟏

❝Y'all know I don't like to cuss, but what in the hell is this horseshit I'm looking at right now?❞ ❝I can’t believe y’all let him pull this Hot Wheels mess.❞ ❝Money ain’t everything, baby.❞ ❝You think I’d just live with it, what you done to my family?❞ ❝Admit it, you can’t stay out of the spotlight.❞ ❝You better believe I’m gonna be fishin’ and sippin’.❞ ❝I had a fucking thing planned!❞ ❝Take it like a man, if you can.❞ ❝Sugar cookies ain’t real, bitch! That’s a detail I made up to sniff out the rat.❞ ❝You’re the only one I told sugar cooks to, you fucking snitch.❞ ❝Dammit, you brought me all the way to Florida just to fire me?❞ ❝When your family asks you how you broke your nose, tell them it was a kite surfing accident.❞ ❝I’m tired. Cut me some friggin’ slack.❞ ❝No smut, no lust, no coconuts.❞ ❝Hopefully, maybe you could help out, seeing as how I do every other goddamn thing around here lately.❞ ❝Man, shut the fuck up, you ain’t the boss of us.❞ ❝I’m the main decider.❞ ❝Well, I’m glad that truck drivers won’t be able to buy dick pills anymore.❞ ❝Unfortunately, I have some not-so-peaceful news.❞ ❝You’re colder than a fucking ice cube shoved up a polar bear’s asshole.❞ ❝Maybe if y’all stopped henpecking at one another and started trying to fix what isn’t working, you wouldn’t be in this situation.❞ ❝Bunch of rednecks, racing around, seeing who can go nowhere fastest.❞ ❝Somebody’s been acting mysterious.❞ ❝We’re young and up to the task, dude.❞ ❝I don’t feel the love in this current configuration.❞ ❝Not a damn one of you looking as fine as me.❞ ❝Come on. My car at home is fast as fuck. How can this be any different?❞ ❝Do the gas! Do the gas, boy!❞ ❝That’s embarrassing, dude.❞ ❝I guess I lived longer than I thought, and I still have a little more to say.❞ ❝You got a lot of nerve coming here.❞ ❝Figures you have to pay money to get a little face time.❞ ❝I wish I had some traumatic event that happened to me that I can exploit and make people like me.❞ ❝I mean, my origin story sucks compared to yours.❞ ❝Baby, that energy makes you look desperate.❞ ❝Look, baby, I know you’re upset, but please don’t take it out on me, okay?❞ ❝What if we’re not Leno? What if we’re just Conan?❞ ❝God dang, why do you gotta kick my gift horse in the mouth right now?❞ ❝Why are you reading stuff into things?❞ ❝Don’t emotionally disappoint me now.❞ ❝Goddamn, what the hell are you cooking out there?❞ ❝The smoke was green from some of the butt plugs, and it smelled like pool toys.❞ ❝Get a little rest, and get you a Coke or whatever.❞ ❝Being bad like some bitch in an ‘80s movie.❞ ❝And now it’s time to nut up, because road head is road head. That’s just the rules of tour, okay? We can’t be bringing this shit home.❞ ❝You’re just going to have to suffer through the pain.❞ ❝Y’all a bunch of dirtbags!❞ ❝I’m trying to tell you, you fucking dork...❞ ❝Yeah, enchante, motherfucker.❞ ❝You come back here again, I’ll send your ass straight to hell!❞ ❝As main decider, the motherfucker is fired.❞ ❝Sugar Ray-looking motherfucker.❞ ❝Get the fuck out of here.❞ ❝You think we can handle this kind of scandalous bullshit right now?❞ ❝Like you ain’t done your fair share of illicit shit.❞ ❝What the fuck are you even here for anyway?❞ ❝You got more piss and vinegar than you did when you were begging for help.❞ ❝After all this time, why should I help you?❞

#sentence meme #rp meme #inbox meme #ask meme #vvmemes

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slowlyhardgoatee · 1 year

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I hope you’re listening, boy, because I want to make myself abundantly clear.

You are property. You are a possession. A slave for men to use as and when they want. I’ve already locked your pathetic excuse for a cock into a cock cage, so you won’t be tempted to try and tug yourself off while you should be concentrating on being a good cum dump. As for the rest of your body, well. Your mouth is there to be fucked and pissed in. Your hole is there to be raped and bred raw. Your arse is there to be flogged, belted and spanked as hard and as often as I want. And your face is there for fat old bears to spray their cum all over it.

Now, you’re gonna come over here and suck me off until I tell you you’re ready to get fucked. Nice and slow, yeah, like that. Good boy. Feel my cock head against your tonsils? That’s how you know you’re deep-throating me. Feel free to gag on it as much as you want. Your throat slime’s all the lube I’ll be using when I bend you over and rape you, boy. Thaaaaat’s it, slut, keep sucking that dick. When I saw your profile online I couldn’t believe it was real at first. A newly out, nineteen-year-old twink boy who needed - in your own words - ‘to be a full-time, owned slave for old men to use and abuse’.

Well, boy, I’m gonna be taking full advantage of that. I’ve been after a slave boy for a long time, y’know. Someone whose first thought is getting my cock off. A boy who’s so hungry for my cock and cream that he’ll do anything I want to get it. A boy who knows that sometimes, getting his arse flogged is just the punishment he needs.

Faggot, ease up a second. Slow down. Yeah. In fact, I think it’s time to get you good and fucked. On your back, bitch. I’m gonna slide right in and breed. Ready, slave? Here comes Sir’s meat.

Fuck, I love the feeling of your tight teen cunt sucking my sixty-eight year old cock inside you, boy. I’m gonna wreck your hole today. You’ll be lucky if you can still walk by the time I’ve finished raping that cunt. Just about old enough to be your fucking granddad, and you begged to be my slave. Remember that, boy? You wrote a long message to me online saying you wished you were still a virgin because you’d have loved me to have popped your cherry. You begged to be allowed the chance to prove what a good slave boy you could be for me, and for anyone else I wanted to pass you around to. It doesn’t matter you’re not a virgin, boy. What matters is that you understand that me getting my nut is the most important thing in your life. And I intend to, boy. In fact, I’m getting real close.

Hands on my big, hairy chest, faggot. That’s it. Tug on Sir’s nipples while I cum up that cunt. Here it comes… ready, boy? Here it fuuuucking comes, you dirty little SLUT. FUCK YEAH, YOU CUNT, TAKE THAT FUCKING MEAT.

Fuck. Good lad. Taking that cock like a professional whore. Now, without spilling a drop, I want you to go over there - see that dog bowl? Squat over that dog bowl and squirt my cream out of your cunt. While you’re doing that, you can lick your cunt juice off my cock. Lick it clean, boy.

Yeah, that’s it, relax, and push out. Good boy. There, see all that cream? I’ve got a surprise for you now, boy. Get on your hands and knees like a good faggot. I want you face down in that dog bowl, boy, and you ain’t coming up until you’ve licked it clean. Swallow the fucking lot. And while you’re doing that, boy, I’m gonna belt your arse for you. Oh, yeah. Tell me you don’t need a good fucking belting, boy. Yeah, course you do, faggot. But I’ll tell you what, son. As a reward, if you’re a good boy, I’ll take the cock cage off and let you pull your pud for 5 minutes while I tell you what a dirty fucking whore you are. Sound fair? Yeah, I thought so. Now, get into that dog bowl, faggot, and I’m gonna go and get my belt. I think nineteen lashes should do it. And hey, if you finish licking my cum up before I finish belting you, feel free to beg for the remaining lashes.

Did you just say ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’? Fuck yeah, boy. Slavery’s gonna suit you just fine.

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Coney Island Part 2 - Nestor Oceteva

a/n: I'm back! Also, I wish I could tell you what this is but I can't. Y'all said you liked this concept so here's a part two. I'm on a real Nestor kick lately. Mans has got me in a grip. Enjoy!

warnings: NSFW!!, fem! reader, brief mentions of violence/abuse

"Fuck, dulce." Nestor groans, rolling his hips against yours, his fingers buried deep in your hips for leverage. He takes pleasure in the way your face relaxes into ecstasy every time his dick meets that spongy spot inside of you. The way your eyebrows furrow as he pulls out, and the rolling of your eyes to the back of your head as he presses back in, moving a thumb to roll over your clit. He feels your pussy clench around him as you reach to touch any part of him. Your nails find his chest, and he lets out a deep groan as you run them down his skin. He picks up the pace on his strokes, keeping the same tempo on your clit, leaving you a withering mess below him. Moments later, the two of you reach your climax together, Nestor then collapsing onto the bed next to you. His chest rising and falling as he tries to settle his breathing, his eyes finding your profile as you take a minute to breathe, your hands lying idly on your chest, eyes closed in relaxation.

Following the incident last month of the two of you being kidnapped, you had found yourselves making up for lost time in the bedroom (and on the kitchen table, bathroom sink, against the wall in the foyer, ottoman in the living room...wherever, really). It had been probably a year since the two of you had had this much sex. Being busy with work, and oddly disconnected from one another had pushed you to opposite sides of your king-sized bed, not sharing it at all some nights. But for the last few weeks, Nestor seemed eager to get home if not for any other reason than to bury himself in you. And well, who would turn down an orgasm from the man you love? However, should the two of you probably talk things through? Absolutely. Were you going to do it while Nestor is fucking your brains out? Absolutely not.

You peel your eyes open, and turn your head, meeting his dark eyes that beam at you with affection. You find yourself wondering if he's always looked at you that way, and if that look will fade when the post-nut clarity comes.

"Te amo." He mutters, as one of his hands reaches out to brush a piece of hair out of your face. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your head. And then, he's up. He strolls to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You let out a breath, setting up in the bed and pulling a robe around your body. The sex...well, it's great. It's always been great, but sex feels like a band-aid for the disconnect. Nestor comes inside you and then goes off to work while you wait for him to come home and do it again. There is very little conversation...or apologizing.

You hear the shower turn on and let out a breath. A grumbling in your stomach reminds you that you should probably eat something. You slip on a pair of shorts and are digging through the fridge to find ingredients when you hear a rustling outside. Your insides freeze, and you lift your head to look outside your kitchen window. Nothing. You take a breath and shake your head, going back to your search when you hear it again.

“What the fuck?” You mutter under your breath. Taking no chances this time, you scurry back to your bedroom and bang on the bathroom door. “Nestor!!”

The panic in your voice damn near makes him panic. He quickly rinses the suds off his body and turns the water off. He wraps a towel around himself and unlocks the door.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He gives you a once over, noticing the way your chest is heaving up and down in a panic. You slip into the bathroom with him, and shut the door making Nestor’s brows furrow.

“I heard something outside.” You rush out, hushed.

“What was it? Like a person?” He asks, leaning over to open the door to go check.

“No, no, no. Don’t go out there.” You say quickly, grabbing his hand before he can turn the doorknob.

His gaze softens and he raises his eyebrows. “Mi dulce, you know I’m not the type to sit here and wait it out.”

You shake your head, swallowing hard. “I just don’t want them to find us again.”

Nestor grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. He’s still wet from his shower but you don’t mind. He holds you there for a second and you feel him press a kiss to your head. He knows you’ve been stressed since the incident. He’s watched as you glance around, rushing to the door of your home. He’s seen the panic on your face when you can’t find him at work events. Your newfound hyper-vigilance has not gone unnoticed by him.

“Mi amor, no podemos vivir nuestras vidas con miedo de algo que puede suceder o no.” Nestor says, taking your face into his hands. “I protected you then, and I’ll protect you now. Always.”

A shaky breath escapes past your lips and your eyes dance between his in uncertainty. You open your mouth to reply but his lips come down to your own for a few seconds.

“I’ll get dressed and take a look around. Give me five minutes.” He mumbles against your lips and then disappears before you can protest.

Ten minutes later, you are pacing around your living room, biting at your nails. The fear of not knowing if something actually was out there is starting to get the better of you when Nestor slips back inside. He slips his shoes off at the door and then meets your worried gaze.

His gaze meets your and he gives you a small smile. “The coast is clear, mi dulce.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and take a seat on the couch. Nestor’s eyebrows furrow as he watches your head fall into your hands. He crosses the floor and kneels down in front of you, his hands coming up to hold yours.

“I would never let anything happen to you. You know that, don’t you?” Nestor questions, his eyes searching yours.

You want to reassure him. Tell him that you’re sleeping well and that you know he would never let anything happen to you. But the look in his eyes when those guys threw you into that van haunts you. He was helpless. And you were helpless. And there was absolutely nothing that he could do to maintain your safety. Especially after they separated the two of you.

Your mouth opens to whisper the lie to him, to tell him that you have faith in him but the words die on your tongue and his face twists in confusion.

“Hey,” Nestor breathes out, moving to sit next to you on the couch. You turn your body to face him, your hands falling to tug on your fingers. “What’s happening in that head of yours?”

You look up at him, your hands gripping onto each other to stop the shaking. “Something already did happen. And we couldn’t do anything.”

Nestor shakes his head. “You are safe now. You were always going to be okay. I would have never let them actually hurt you.”

“They did hurt me.” You whisper, looking away from him. “They did. And you weren’t there. You were in the van. And it’s not your fault and I’m not blaming you because you are just a human being. But I’m afraid, Nestor. All the time.”

Nestor’s heart shatters in his chest. You’ve been together for years, and no it’s not always been the perfect relationship but the love he has for you is deep and unrelenting. Never did he think that fear would be the thing you felt while with him.

He takes your hands gently into his, pressing a kiss to each of them and then meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you then. I tried.”

You shake your head and it’s your turn to take his face into your hands. “No, no, no. You did everything you could and I know that. And I love you for it. And I feel the most safe when I’m here with you. That’s not at all what I’m saying.”

His eyebrows are furrowed and he shakes his head. “What else can I do to make you feel safe? More boxing training? Do we need to find a new house?”

The desperateness in Nestor’s voice breaks your heart and you shrug, “Those might help. We can try them.”

He nods at you, his hands grabbing at you and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist and he holds you close to him. The two of you sit like this for a while. Probably too long, but despite your anxiety, you really do feel safest in his arms.

“Do you want to talk about how they hurt you?” Nestor mumbles against your chest after a while. You lean back so you can meet his gaze. His dark eyes are somehow even darker and you lean down to catch his lips with your own.

“Yes. But I don’t want the details to hurt you.” You mumble, using your hands to smooth over his hair.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about me, mi amor. I want to know.”

So you do. You sit in his lap and tell him everything. The pain, the fear, the shooting. Their greedy hands grabbing at you and making innuendos toward further abuse. The way they kept laughing that Nestor couldn’t help you. By the time you’ve told him everything, you can feel Nestor’s anger buzzing under his skin.

His arms tighten around your waist and he buries his face in your chest. "I should've ripped them limb from limb."

You let out a quiet chuckle and press a kiss to the top of his hair. "And I know you would have if you had known."

Nestor leans his head back against the couch, deep in thought. You trace a finger along his jawline and wait for him to gather his thoughts. Several minutes later, he meets your gaze and you don't recognize the look on his face.

"Do you remember that apartment you lived in when we first met?" He asks, one of his hands coming up to smooth down your hair. You nod, silently wondering where he's going with this.

"I remember the first time you invited me over." He starts, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. "I was so nervous. Worried that this life wasn't going to be what you wanted, and absolutely positive that it wasn't what you deserved. I walked into that apartment and it was in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in Santo Padre and somehow, you had made it nice. The walls painted a green color and plants everywhere. You were wearing these baggy pants with a white shirt and denim button-up thing, and you offered me lemonade." Nestor lets out a laugh at the memory, as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "No one has ever looked at me and thought to offer me lemonade."

You smile, "I just didn't want you to be thirsty."

Nestor's eyes lighten up as he laughs. "You're the most effortlessly thoughtful person that I know." His face grows serious and then he closes his eyes. "I know that this past year has not been easy. And I know that I have driven you to some dark places in your mind and I can never apologize enough."

You wait for him to finish, your fingers running up and down his arm in an attempt to comfort him as he speaks.

"I can't promise you that people like those pieces of shit won't hurt you again, mi amor. I wish I could. I can promise you that I will die trying to stop them." He says seriously, his eyes locked onto yours. "And if you want to leave and get out of this shit, I won't stop you. Hell, after the year we've had I wouldn't blame you."

Your face crumples at his suggestion. You shake your head at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth. Nestor's hands find your waist and squeeze as you deepen the kiss. Your hands tangle into his hair and tug as you resituate yourself on his lap. Nestor lets out a deep groan, and you feel him pressing against you.

You grind down onto him, his lips trailing down your neck, suckling onto the skin there. You're breathless by the time his lips find yours again and he lifts your legs, laying your back down gently on the couch. Your robe falls open and he quickly undoes the tie, his dark eyes trailing over you.

You shrug off the robe and toss it onto the floor, reaching down to remove Nestor's shirt and then his shorts. His lips find yours again and his hand trails up your leg. He revels in the sound you make when his fingers brush over your sex. He removes his lips from yours and trails them down your body. He lines his mouth up to your sex and licks a long stripe up, his tongue focusing on your clit. Your hands find his hair again and you let out a moan. His lips wrap around your clit and he inserts a finger into you. Then another.

"Oh my fuck." You curse, your back arching at his assault. Nestor continues for several minutes, adding another finger which causes you to cry out. The familiar pleasure builds in your lower abdomen and you moan out his name as the pressure snaps.

His fingers fuck you through your orgasm and then he comes up, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself on him. You groan, gripping onto his back. You can feel him pressing into your leg and spread your legs further to accommodate him.

"Hmmm, always so thoughtful." He mutters against your lips. You grin and urge him forward. "What is it? What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." You mumble, tugging lightly on his hair. He growls, and teases his tip at your entrance. One of his hands come up to rest against your throat. He meets your gaze and tightens his grip as he sheathes himself inside you.

"Oh fuck, Nestor." You moan out, your back arching against him. He lifts his hip and thrusts back into you. Hard. The sound that comes from his throat damn near makes you come right then and there.

Nestor sets a quicker pace than usual, never letting up pressure on your throat in a positively delicious way. His eyes stay locked on yours, silently checking in on you as he watches your mouth drop open in pleasure.

"Fuck mi amor, you look so fucking good like this." He grumbles, his mouth coming to make its assault on your ear.

You let out a moan and reach a hand down to your clit. The familiar twinge of pleasure begins to build again and you let out a louder moan.

"That's it, mi dulce. Go ahead and fucking come for me." He coaxes, his hand tightening some on your throat. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and Nestor fucks you through all of them before reaching his high as well.

He pulls out of you slowly, immediately removing his hand from your throat. His eyes meet yours and he presses a kiss to your lips, grinning at the fucked-out look on your face. He settles himself between your legs and rests his head on your bare chest.

Several minutes pass before anyone speaks, but oddly enough, Nestor is the first to break the silence. "I don't want you to think that I'm complaining but you didn't answer my question."

You let out a giggle and shake your head, "There's no one else in the world I want to have near-death experiences with. Let's just maybe get a camera on the front door or something."

#nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x reader #taylor x mayan series #mayans mc #mayans drabble #mayans imagine #mayans fx #soa imagines #sons of anarchy #mayans #mayans x reader

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ask-hannah-blog · 6 months

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Hey.... "Pretzel" again.

I'm gonna be honest this might be kinda TMI but I need to get this out of my chest real bad so here goes.

After that incident at the store, I've been trying really hard to just move on and forget about it. Still though to do that I knew I should delete whatever weird ass "Toe Cleavage" photos I took of this random woman's feet. The problem is, as soon as I open my phone gallery and see the photos I get so fucking embarrassed! I get red-faced from how ashamed I am and then, of course, the fucking clown brain gets me horny!!!

Then a huge fart comes out of my titanic tush and I instantly pop a boner!

FUCKKKK!!!! Ugh, so there I am rubbing myself up and down and eventually I can't take it and I just whip it out. I'm gonna be honest for the past few days I've been kinda neglecting to look after my dick and I think the poor thing was a little antsy to get some action again. So I got no choice but to alleviate my... "tension". I get to it and that's when I finally notice it. I take care of myself so I never really had a particularly smelly penis, but then the thing just hits me with its full-on musk and that's when I realize something else: my dick smells like a hot wiener. Joy.

I can't say I particularly cared at the moment though since I was busy coating my phone's screen with a gallon of cum. I dunno if it was the Estrogen, the clown flu, or me just not spanking it for a while but I was GUSHING.

So obviously once I was done I got to work wiping it all off, especially off my phone. Then a naughty idea struck me:

"what if you just licked it off your phone?"

Despite recognizing the foreign thought, I was still horny so I mentally shrug and go along with it.

Guess what? My jizz tastes like mayonnaise. Good mayo too. So when I'm done lapping that up and I'm nice and satisfied I sit there in my post-nut clarity with one extra craving in my mind: "I could use my own cum as dressing on the stuff I eat." That thought alone makes me feel all loopy and happy and giggly.

So yeah, it was a bit of a crazy evening for me. Have I mentioned how freaking weird clowns are? Cuz my God are we extra with the weirdness sometimes.

The gas is here to stay btw, so screw me I guess! Pretzel out. Have a great day Hannah. Hope I didn't get you too worked up with this.

Pretzel! 🥨

You’re getting so savory with your musky weinie and mayo cum! Hyuck! Or should I say Hyum! Hehe.

It’s always a pleasure to hear from you it sounds like you gave your stuffies quite the show! Next time you should get them in on the show, and put the in the splash zone! Maybe they’ll grow their own little stuffy dildos and fleshlights! Then they can join in on your act.

I think maybe the flu isn’t planning on helping you transition after all. I’m just saying that because generally TFs don’t change things they plan on getting rid of. So if you’re getting a hot dog musk and increasing mayo production, I think the transformation has BIG things in mind. Strange that it’s happening if you’re still on estrogen but I’m beyond trying to understand this mess.

Hehe it really must have some really hot toe cleavage if it’s enough to make you dumb and forget what you’re doing. I almost want to see it! Hehe.

Hmmm if looking at it is distracting you, how are we gonna delete it I wonder…hmmm. I’m open to tips from the audience at that one. My suggestion is to throw that phone into the cornfield and run! But not everyone breaks phones as often as me!

Hehe I’m thinking about your friend on the phone. I wonder if she can sense the crazed half-clown jerking off to her

HOT

TOE

CLEAVAGE

Hehe hyuck I wonder what she’d think. I bet she’d be freaked out, knowing her feet are getting drenched in gallons ofclown cummies every time you look at them!

Ugh it makes me so sad everyone in your little town thinks you’re a freak! I wish I could just bring you home and let you sleep on the couch.

I wish you had a friend over there, or at least a clowny little servant like my Daisy.

Hmmm…

If I did have any psychic clowny powers, I’d send all my vibes towards the lady in that picture. I’d bombard her with clowny waves, so that next time you see her in line she’ll be buying pretzels, hotdogs and Mayonnaise because she’s just been having the STRANGEST cravings! Then you’d know she’s ripe for plucking! Hyuck!

Hehe ha…

But yeah, that foot bomb is crazy with how hard it hits, I felt like I was going crazy at first. But having been though it I do understand what the clowns were telling me when they said it was inevitable I should just accept it, because being in denial of it, it just felt like it was growing and growing inside of me until I popped and became a foot fiend or something. But now I’m just like “Oh I just have a foot fetish, I can manage this.” At least so far, I know some people never get over that it and just become mindless feet fappers.

I guess what I’m saying is i recommend you accepting the hot toe clevage and seeking out material other than that poor woman’s foot so you can develop the fetish at your own pace and not exploding like I did. Just worried if your only exposure to it is an illicit picture you took of a woman without her knowing that behavior might get hardwired in. Don’t want you becoming some creepy stocker clown following ladies around with a camera for the perfect shot of their feet to add to your cum drenched photo wall.

Boy I have a lot to say, I just like keeping up with you Pretzel!

Okay last thing.

I love you just ripping ass before going to town on yourself. That’s just full on hedonism, pig stuff. Just announcing to the world “hey I’m here to fuck! Lol. You know, so long as you’re not just huffing your own gas while shaking hands with the mayor I think it’s fine. It’s a normal bodily function, so being a little gassy is nothing to be embarrassed of.

Until next time Pretzel! We’re all rooting for you. Hehe we’re all tooting for you! 😂

Ms Hannah!

#transformation #mind control #ask blog #hypnosis #clowntf #clown girl #clown #feet

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talkingharrystyles · 2 years

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1/2 Sorry for the long ass rant in advance!

I need to say something! And I’m sending this to you because you are one of very few people who seem normal and not some lunatic believing just anything! I hate so much how so many people don’t see Harry but only see HS™️ or only see Harry as a walking dick to fulfill their phantasies or project onto him their weird shit! This fandom was always off the rocks when it comes to Harry but it got even more unbearable since this stunt started. On the one side we have those fucking shippers (Holivia, Hamille, larrie, gf shippers in general,…) who live their life through his „relationships“ and making shit up in their head and wank to „boyfriendrry“ 🤐 and on the other side we have the sometimes even more unbearable people who still believe that image that was literally only put out there for marketing of him as a manwhore! 🤮 So many people believe that he’s a „park bench“, fucking anything with a pulse and has sugar daddies all over the world. I‘m sick of even seemingly levelheaded blogs/people turn into completely lunatics. We all know Holivia is fake and just for PR! There’s no need to make shit up about „whorerry“! I know for a fact that most of the shit about him „hooking up left and right“ and „going around the ponds“ is just wishful thinking and hoping from people who either made total shit up about hooking up with him or „having friends/heard he hooked up with someone“ or got rejected by him but couldn’t handle it and spreading shit now. It’s like a bad game of telephone where someone hears something (not necessarily true) and is changing up the story to make it more interesting every time they tell someone. So the story changes over time and gets this big fat lie! For example he’s seen with a friend or whatever (male/female doesn’t matter) and someone sees them and is making up their own little story about what happened, telling their friends who are gonna tell their friends a totally different version. Imagine if you were Harry and people would say stuff like that about you. And this over 12 years now! I can’t imagine how exhausting this is! No wonder he totally quit sm! If I had to see so much shit any time I open any sm app I would have quit as well. I just don’t know why people still don’t know the real harry after all this time? Is it because they don’t want to see it? He always says it himself „anything people say about me is not true“. He’s saying how he likes routine, doesn’t like to party much and is living this live of a health nut (apart from a few questionable eating habits). When he’s working (which tbh he seems now all the time) he goes to bed early and get as much sleep as possible. I know he’s not this innocent little baby and not a virgin but people are so obsessed with his sex life, it’s unreal! When someone suggests that he might not have sex with anyone and maybe even don’t has sex for a few months at a time or more people get violent because they’re reasoning is „he’s hot and young and rich, of course he’s banging all the time“. They do realize that he’s human and he has a free will and is not a sex addict? His stage persona is not the real him?!I‘m so tired of people and questioning if it’s my age (I‘m 30 btw) that makes me see the reality. But then again, there’s so many hags posting disgusting shit about him that it can’t be a age thing. You can find someone attractive without posting every obscene thought you have about them all over the internet! And then not enough that this fandom is totally deranged, no attention seeking locals chiming in there as well! I‘m talking about local gays or desperate groupie wannabes who wish they hooked up with him and now spreading shit all over sm and „confirm“ shit like that „park bench“ bullshit! I sometimes wish I could just quit Harry and sm altogether but then I think, I‘m one of the few people that’s actually there for the music and the real Harry and so I‘m staying a little longer.

THIS!!!!!! I love people who see the real human Harry Styles

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Rapid fire response time! Everyone say one sentence about your family, one sentence about your best friend, and one sentence about your worst enemy (Or pet, if you don't have a worst enemy bc you're boring, I guess.) Go!!

Kip: "They... mean well. They're the coolest dude I've ever met, and really make me feel like I belong somewhere. My worst fuckin enemy isn't a person, but like... needs to hop off my dick. Figuratively."

Yasha: "I'm so glad they picked me! He's the best thing that ever has or ever will happen to me. Um... I wish.... that I could take her everywhere with me in my pocket, but she's too big and fluffy."

Blake: “Uhhhhh! I love them and miss them every moment I’m away. He’s fucking bonkers and I don’t know what I’d do without him. He… isn’t my worst enemy now, but when he was I wished every day that he would trip.”

Calix: “…They put the fun in dysfunctional. I’m glad we get to grow older together. I’m boring, um... I miss petting her?”

Fallon: “I found my own, and they mean everything to me. I’m so glad he cut their hair 'cos the curtain bangs were driving me nuts. When he fails at doing what he does best, it’ll be both the best and worst day ever.”

Sterling: "I would kill for every single one of them. I got two of em, and I worry one day I'll hug them too hard. My nemesis is the one I'm referring to killing in the first answer." He pauses. "...Can I answer the pet one too? Because if it kills me I'm teaching him to be bilingual even if he doesn't listen real well."

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Icarus: "Wasn't expecting the Sp- Never mind." He cracks a rare smile at his own joke, but it fades quickly. "Let's see, family... They're.... distant. My best friend should be more upset with me sometimes but I love him for being so forgiving. My worst enemy -" His brow furrows as he thinks. "...He's gotta learn to let it fucking go."

#q&a; ask #mystery fan; anonymous #fan art; miles #fan art; leo #lead guitarist; kip #bass guitarist; yasha #rhythm guitarist; blake #drummer; calix #lead singer; fallon #keyboardist; sterling #flightless; icarus #awabt era

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butterflyrry · 2 years

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1/2 Sorry for the long ass rant in advance!

I hate that womanizer image that he’s been stuck with since he was 16. I could be delulu but I just don’t buy it. I don’t think that’s who he is. I’m not saying he’s a saint or that he never has sex but I just don’t think he’s this big man whore either. I think he’s fairly normal for a celebrity and shy/reserved privately, so it doesn’t add up for me. People can think what they want, of course, and they will but I get your frustration.

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[Poor Chronicles Pt. 27]

Topics: Work (Manager/Male Coworkers)/Titties the Racist/Wants (Purchases)/Musical Wonders/Weed/Savings & Expenses/Clothing/Sex/The Fattest Ass/Money Management & Restraints/Social Media (Photography)/Super Bowl (AFC/NFC Championship)/Closing Thoughts

I found out the manager (who I said I’d never fuck), is in nursing school. I already knew this, but we were talking about her graduating and she said she’d be done in 2025. I asked how that’d affect her schedule and she said she “probably won’t be working here then”. I almost panicked. I was like, “How will I fuck this bitch before she goes on to her career?”, but then I thought, “…she’ll find me.”. Plus I think she talks a lot and wouldn’t shut up if we fucked. I could just wait until AFTER she leaves. I also thought, if she asked for my number, I’d lean in REAL close and say, “Are you gonna stop flirting with all these other niggas on the staff?”. One of the new young guys was talking to another new older guy (ex-convict) about how he might try to “shoot his shot” because he thinks she might be interested (told you she flirts with everybody). I didn’t say shit. He tried to somewhat speak in code because I was right in between them. I actually thought at one point she was just going to fuck the whole male portion of the staff, except the assistant coach (he’s gay, allegedly). I would’ve had to go first or dismiss it altogether. Desperation is killer. I only entertain this idea now because I want to nut in her pussy. I don’t want to get her pregnant, but it’s what I’m getting. I was considering just never making conversation with her outside of doing our job until I don’t work there anymore. If she fucks anybody else? Burn her at the stake.

In other news, Titties from work needs to formulate this game. We need a lot of time (I’m trying to fuck her a lot before I get any other bitches). Being racist is not enough to stop me from fucking the shit out of her.

I considered buying myself a TV and a new PlayStation for watching television, movies and playing video games to show them my interests and have fun. Then I thought, “Why would I do that?”. I don’t need to impress (or entertain) them. They need to see my REAL life. Being bored and horny in a bedroom. Let’s get to it, bitch. (CW has great series though).

I was wondering, “Does ________ still make music?”. Yes, Twista, Avant and Insane Clown Posse still make music. It just doesn’t receive as much mainstream attention as most artists do. Insane Clown Posse has the longest fucking discography I’ve ever seen in my life next to Chris Brown and fucking Juice WRLD. I am in for a show.

I also will resume purchasing weed next week. I will be caught up on the rest of the year’s monthly expenses by next week’s pay. I wanted to purchase a jacket from the new store I’ve been going to also, but my weed purchasing habits are unpredictable and far too rapid. It is also almost as much as I intend to spend on my weed. I, more than likely, will get the jacket this weekend. My savings earlier this year was $500. Guess what almost all of it ended up going towards when I didn’t think saving would matter? Correct. I will be done with purchasing clothing following this until further notice. I believe I am full on clothing, currently.

Since realizing I will resume fucking strange women and expanding my baby momma list, I’ve been seeing attractive women all throughout Chicago and on Tik Tok and think, “I need to just throw my dick away. This is getting out of hand. I’m not even horny. I just see someone new every day that I think, ‘I could fuck her too’.”. It’s overwhelming. I do not wish to have this many women to fuck. I was okay with a contained number of baby mommas. I was comfortable with expanding. I now feel like I will barely have time to manage my interests while doing so and creating time for all of these women consistently. Enough to create meaningful bonds with (most of) them, at least.

In addition to this, I stumbled upon this girl on TikTok I used to follow. Her page has gotten banned a few times. I found this one, but refused to follow for it to get banned again. Also seeing this much ass is ridiculous. Mentally crippling almost. She has the literal fattest ass for a white girl. I’m OBSESSED. I followed her again. Fuck it.

I look forward to seeing how I’ll manage monthly expenses in this time of crisis with our sales being down and these spontaneous purchases I am about to embark on. I know what I won’t be spending it on. Electronics. Monthly expenses, my newly acquired cellular service and weed will be quite interesting. I don’t intend to purchase weed in large quantities, so it shouldn’t take a toll on my pockets.

I feel it is about time to start posting pictures on social media once again. I’ve decided this will end the boredom since the traveling will be time consuming. I will miss the small amount of naps I got in. I never napped much as a child. Except my 4th birthday and this one time in 2007 on a plane. Everything else is a blur until college.

Eagles to the Super Bowl. Chiefs lost to the Denver Broncos. I have faith in the Ravens & Jaguars (who I forget can occasionally be good). Ravens more. Jaguars just have nice uniforms. Battle of the NFL’s newest teams.

My apologies for the lengthy post, I only had about 3 paragraphs in mind, but my sexual interests are reaching new heights that I am not willing to accept this. Some of these bitches likely have body counts higher than clouds and others have boyfriends. I don’t like my women in bed with other men. Yes, I still have a “Not a Chance in Hell” List. Not everybody needs their life fucked up like that.

- MH (2023)

[11/02/2023 - 7:43PM]

#personal #poor chronicles #poor #poverty #life #lesson #life lesson #life lessons #struggle #guidance #chicago #2023 #LilMark #PUNKAssMark #afr0-thunder

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thicksimpx · 2 years

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Pairing : Shigure Sohma x Reader

Warnings : mature content, mature language, pet names , Shigure being Shigure , dom/sub, handcuffs, riding , choking , implied face sitting.

Summary : You get tired of Shigure’s teasing about what happens in your bedroom- like he forgot what you’re really capable off so you decide to tame your dog.

Tags : @luffysthickwaifu , @indiecursor , @dejwrites , @gabzlovesu , @presidentmonica , @angwritez , @sintiva@cherrykamado , @ceeriusly-dumb , @riozakii , @rinhoes , @bookwormsenpai , @venusackerman , @sintiva , @protagonistoftheworld , @tojiswhoreeee , @sukunas-left-nut-sack , @urfilgoth, @presidentmonica , @mizumikira , @justtoblivious2u , @shoutaswhore , @po3ticb3auty , @exephantom , @tenyaiidasslut , @nahoyassss

Metal clanking, Bed creaking- grunts and soft moans echoed around the sunlit room.

“You gotta do better than that if you want me to cum, snookums’ “Shigure taunts you as best as he could with you bouncing on his dick.

The chains to the handcuffs constantly clanging against the metal headboard each time your hips came down on him. Riding was no joke your legs ached BAD- but the man insisted you couldn’t dom him, he made fun of your whines and cries from taking all 9 inches of him -he had the weird obsession with your being in submissive positions - not giving you the chance to show off your skills.

“Oh, are you getting tired hmm Snookie wookie?” he asks cooing playfully as you slow down legs trembling and arching from how long you’ve been riding him- he had to be holding back. “Just cuff me and I’ll take care of you. I’ll have you crying out ‘Oh Shigure’ in no time” he winked.

Gritting your teeth, you grab your panties and stuff them in his mouth like a low “shut up”. You can tell he was saying something to piss you off even further with the way his body shook with laughter.

Having enough of his ignorance - you decide to show him that tonight you’re not here to boost his ego and pretend your inexperienced; he’s going to see the real y/n. Placing your palms on his chest and raise yourself off his dick to position your feet flat on the bed.

His eyes gone wide - his muffled speech clearly questioning what you’re doing is cut short when you slam yourself back down on him panties falling out his mouth with his groan. You sit there flexing your cunt around him waiting for him to catch his breath. “Snookums’, what- who taught you this?”

“Don’t worry about it, I promise you’ll be cumming in no time” you return his wink and stuff your panties even further into his mouth this time.

Ensuring he was properly gagged - you take your hands off his chest and lean back a bit placing them on his thighs- lifting your hip ever so slightly and slamming down again and again.

Shigure’s muffled grunts and groans were music to your ears- you were bruising his ego. Seeing him like this was a turn on. Submissive Shigure- a sight to see honestly, no one would believe you if you told them. You kept your eyes on him as you continuously bounced up and down on his dick - soppy wet sounds mixed with the moans and groans of Shigure who’s eyes were closed in ecstasy.

“Oh wow, what a good puppy you’ve been for me Shigu” You coo leaning forward running your hands up and down his chest and torso. “I think you deserve a reward, yeah?”

He nods rapidly, face flushed red as he patiently waited for your next move.

You place a soft gentle kiss to his forehead and your hands are back on his chest, riding faster- harder. Shigure opens his eyes - awestruck as he watched the way your cunt repeatedly swallowed the 9 inches he claimed you couldn’t take. So drunk in your cunt that he didn’t notice your hands snaking their way to his neck, softly wrapping both around his throat.

His eyes avert to yours- that were already staring down into him. He wished he could smile at you- caress you- even touch you now. You looked beautiful riding him. He wishes he could tell you- but you gagged him.

As your legs trembled and you felt your oncoming orgasm - you slowed down to delay it just a bit not wanting to cum before him. In that moment - to Shigure- your smile turned sinister as your grip on his throat tightened to the point you were nearly cutting his oxygen. We’re you trying to kill him? ; Of course not, but you knew the sick fuck would get off on being choked.

With his chest heaving and him breathing rapidly through his nose- you went back to your original pace of riding but adding more focus. Making sure to slam your hips down hard enough to make your ass jiggle and clap against his pelvis.

His groan and whine getting louder with each slam of your hips- so you choke him harder. Feeling his dick throb inside of you and with the last slam of your hips you lift yourself completely off him, releasing your grip from his throat and listening to him try to gasp for air while still being gagged with your panties as hot ropes of his cum hit your back with every thrust of his hips.

Being the nice woman that you were - you took the panties from his mouth - trail of saliva connected as you toss them behind you

“Oh- oh fuck- shit” he whines as he’s coming down from his high. “Why’d you do that Snookums’? Daddy almost had a heart attack. I thought my heart was going to stop” he chuckles. “That was fun but come on- uncuff me no so I can return the favor”

“Hmmmm … No” you smirk inching your way up to sit on his face. He was your sub today – you were taming your dog, poor things been acting out.

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#fruits basket shigure #shigure sohma #shigure x reader #shigure soma smut #shigure smut #fruits basket #fruits basket shigure sohma #fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket smut #shigure sohma x reader

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wittlesissyb4by · 4 months

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Author's Note: If you're wondering where Chapter 4 is, you're not going crazy. Due to the nature and formatting (it uses chatlogs and explicit content) it is not suited enough for this prude-ass site. I'm sorry to say, but if you want to read Chapter 4 (and all the way up to 7), you'll have to subscribe to my SubStar. I'm sorry, I wish there was another way, but I will have it available for even the least expensive option of $3. My sincerest apologies. Still, I think you'll still be able to grasp the story without missing too much context from Ch. 4 (our MC Alan performed a task, and was rewarded with pictures of Persephone.) I hope you can still enjoy the story below. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The White Rabbit Chapter 5 - Cockslut

I’m not proud of what I did in her absence.

“Sorry, I had some things…come up at work.” She messaged after almost a whole week.

“It’s fine.” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, like I wasn’t checking my phone every 30 seconds in hopes that she would finally respond.

“Did you do okay while I was gone?”

“Yes Mistress.” I said, hoping to leave it at that.

“My little slut was able to handle herself?”

I guess you could say that. “Yes Mistress.”

But something was eating at me. I didn’t know how to tell her, I didn’t know if I wanted to tell her. But this relationship—no matter how weird it was—had to be built on trust, right?

“I…i might’ve…” I typed out the next part, deleted it, then typed again. “I may have…found someone else…”

My heart was pounding as I waited for her response, but it didn’t take long.

“Oh?”

She wanted me to elaborate.

“Did you find a girl in real life that’ll dress you up like a sissy bitch and fuck your little butt, slut?”

I audibly scoffed at that. Like that would ever happen.

“No I…found some other people online…”

“People? As in, more than one?”

“I…yea…”

She didn’t say anything for a while. She must have been fuming.

“Are they girls? Or are they men?”

I felt myself flush, shriveling into myself. I felt so ashamed, not just because of what it was, but because I knew I was disappointing her. I was effectively ‘cheating’ on her.

“Men…😞”

Nothing happened for a second, minutes, hours— or at least that’s what it felt like. Then, Persephone is typing…

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” She said. “Did you sext with them??”

Again, I wanted to lie, but there was no denying it now. “Yes…”

“This is it. I blew it. A girl any submissive would kill for, and I let it slip away the first chance I got.

Persephone is typing…

I was sweating, dreading what was to come. Finally, a massive text bubble hit the screen.

“LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂”

Well…that wasn’t the response I expected.

“You fucking WHORE!! Hahaha”

I felt a bit of tentative relief, still not quite sure how she was taking it.

“Did I tell you you had to do that??”

“No ma’am…😥”

“But you did it anyway?”

“Mhmm.. 😣”

“You know, this is the second time you’ve done something without my permission, and it always seems to involve cock…”

She was referring to the time I used the dildos she ‘made’ me buy. She didn’t tell me to use them, she didn’t have to, I just…did it anyway.

“Because you’re a desperate little cockslut, aren’t you?”

“I…i think so…😩”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“Tell me what you are.”

It took a second to register what she meant, but then it hit me like a truck.

“I’m a little cockslut…” I said. Just typing the words made me feel weird, but also weirdly arroused…

“Louder.”

I switched to all caps, “I’M A LITTLE COCKSLUT!!”

“No no.” She replied, “I want you to make a video. Put your little panties on, get on your dildo, and start bouncing.”

“I’m a little cockslut,” I said softly, working the dildo further into me.

“I’m a little cockslut.” I repeated, feeling it slide along my prostate.

“I’m a little cockslut!” My eyes were in the back of my head.

“Don’t stop now.” She replied. “I can see you leaking in your panties. You’re loving this!!”

She was right, my panties were soaked with precum.

I bounced, swirled, grinded my hips back and forth.

“How many guys did you sext with?”

I wanted to reduce the number, but I was too horny to deny it.

“Seven” I managed to reply while still keeping rhythm.

“Seven?! That’s more than I assigned you the other day!”

She was right. What felt like such a chore before quickly became something I craved, like a lot of things she was making me do…

The dildo felt so good. I was fully relaxed now, bouncing and taking that dick like the best of them.

“How did it make you feel? Being a little whore for men and making them cum?”

“Like a slut, Goddess.”

“You fucking LOVED it, didn’t you?”

I did, and I told her so.

“Show me how much you love that dick.”

Oh my GOD! It felt so good. When I leaned back it hit my spot perfectly. I crab-crawled my arms backwards, putting all my weight on my hands so I could focus on gyrating my hips.

I just had a sissygasm.

I grabbed my phone, swiping away a glob of cum that must have landed on the screen. I contemplated not sending the video to Persephone, but I had to see what she said.

“I knew you’d get there one day, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon!!”

I let her have her fun. Berating and humiliating and teasing me for proving what a “cockslut” I am. I don’t think there was anything I could do to deny it at that point.

“Clean up your mess.” She finally said.

“You’re not done.” She said after I sent her the video of me gargling and swallowing some.

I looked around for a puddle I’d missed, how had she seen something that I couldn’t?

“I’m not sure where, Goddess…?”

Was it my panties? They *were* quite wet, did she mean my panties? But she soon clarified:

“The dildo 😈”

My stomach churned as I looked back at the rubber dick I’d just violated my ass with. “Oh Goddess…please no…”

This wasn’t me faking some sort of trepidation in order for her to have another chance to belittle me, this was genuine disgust.

“I know it’s gross, honey. But if i’m gonna whore you out you’re going to have to get used to going ass to mouth. There are some very callous men out there…”

“Please…please don’t make me 🥺”

I leaned in close, turning up my nose, trying to block out the faint, pungent smell. The fake black dick at least hid any damning streaks I may not have had the stomach to see.

“I think you missed a spot…” Persephone said, “go deeper.”

“Now the balls…”

If it was able to sparkle, it would have by the time I was done with it. My mouth was full of all sorts of conflicting flavors like cum, lube, and god knows what else.

“Smack your face with it a few times, just for giggles!”

Oh how far I’d fallen. If only I had known at the time that this was only the very beginning.

“Did you have fun?” She asked after it was all said and done.

“Yes Goddess,” I said, even without being horny anymore, I found myself being truthful.

“You like being my little slut?”

“YES Goddess!”

“Good. Because I have another assignment for you…”

~~To Be Continued~~

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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Omg for the eremin x reader au, so Eren and Armin got together way before the reader joined the equation, so she’s hella insecure and shy around them even though they love her you know? Which leads to her distancing herself from them because they don’t need her anyway, right? Just imagine the soft and hot heated make up session they had once the boys find out that their princess feels like she’s not that important to them.

please. gonna make it a part two this

Cw: eren is mean at the beginning but he makes up for it <3 smut, the usual.

you becoming armins girlfriend but it leaving an empty feeling in your chest because you like eren too, knows how he looks at you and wishes he would just act on it. he’s there when armin fucks you, when armin makes you cream all over his cock, and sometimes he’ll join in, but he rarely touches you, the closest he’s gotten is holding you against his chest and spreading your legs for armin to fuck into you. you’d been turned on but also jealous of the way eren had leaned over the lock armin in a kiss, their tongues tangling, wishing you could kiss him.

It comes to a breaking point when eren displays his possessiveness again, hating how much armin is falling in love with you and how much he wants you too. He uses your desire to please him against you, makes you sit on a chair and watch as he fucks armin. They look so hot together, but it makes you feel a little squirmy on the inside, not being able to participate. And its made even worse when eren turns armins jaw so he’s looking at you, tells him “look at your little girlfriend watching you get your ass pounded, baby. tell her how good your daddies cock feels”

Armin, lost in the pleasure, of course doesn’t know any better. Looks at you with big blue puppy eyes as eren fucks his tight little hole and moans, “d-daddies cock feels so good inside me”

“Bet she wishes she could feel it” eren grunts. “Your girlfriends a little slut who wants your boyfriends cock, sweetheart, just look at her drooling over it. You wanna be armin, baby?”

You squeeze your thighs shut and dont answer. But eren knows, “Yeah, you do. Wanna feel what he feels every night when i slide my fat cock into his little boypussy. Desperate slut, wanna remind me what a real cunt feels like? hm?”

Armin whimpers under him, curling his legs around eren and dragging him down for a kiss. Eren keeps eye contact with you when he pushes his tongue into armins mouth, fucks him through his orgasm and coos in his ear, “that’s it baby, come for daddy, be my good little girlfriend and show me yours is the only wet hole i need”

Armin doesn’t know what eren has done, doesn’t know he’s pushed you away with just that line. Thinks this was all just kinkplay, and he’s so sweet. Making grabby hands for you and offering to get you off, tugging you towards his face, but you pull away.

When you leave that night, flicking a glance at the bed where eren cradles armin to his chest, watching you go with his jaw clenched, you send a message to armins phone, before blocking them both on all forms of media.

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry’

You don’t know about the explosive fight that occurs between armin and eren the next day. Armin has never been more angry, and it makes eren backpedal, try to hold him but armin just slaps his hands away. Tells eren he loves you and he knows eren likes you too so why is he so mean?

Eren can do nothing but clench his teeth together and stare at the ground as he admits he doesn’t want to lose armin, and doesn’t want to need anyone else but him. Armin reminds him he’s okay with armin needing you, so armins okay with eren needing you too. He wants eren to want you, has timdily encouraged eren touching you or having sex with you a couple of times, but never psuhed it, though he notices erens lingering stares on you.

Eren feels horrible, for pushing you away, for making you leave armin, for making you leave him. He just wanted armin to be happy, he didnt expect to want to make you happy too, or to want to open his arms to you. He knows he has to make it right, not just for armin but for him too.

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When you come out of your workplace, you don’t expect to see eren there, nor do you really want to. He’s leaning casually against the back of his car, smoking a cigarette, but he puts it out when he sees you, crushing it under one of his combat boots. He looks sheepish.

“Hey-”

You don’t give him the time of day though, breezing by him. You don’t have a car so you planned on walking to the bus station. Usually armin came to pick you up, but considering you’d basically ended things with him, you hadn't expected any rides anymore.

“Hey” Eren says again, and this time he’s right behind you, hand grabbing your arm to stop you. He turns you to him. “We need to talk”

You wish he wasn’t so pretty. You let yourself look at him, his stubble, his jade green eyes, the boyish way his hair falls into his eyes. But you shake your head. “No, we dont. You made that clear”

You pull away from him and start walking again. “Armin misses you” He calls out, but you don’t stop.

“I miss you.”

Okay, you stop at that. Don’t turn around though. You hear his footsteps approach, feel his warmth at your back as he stops, too close. “I miss you” He says again. “Come with me?”

You turn to look at him again, “Why should i? You miss me? You don’t even like me, jaeger. If you hated me being with your boyfriend so much why did you even ask me too?”

He bites his lip, shifts on his feet and you can tell his uncomfortable. You’d gathered awhile ago that he wasn’t good with emotions. Tough shit. If he wanted you to get in his car, he’d need to explain some things.

He puffs out his cheeks and palms the back of his neck, and to your surprise, there is a rosy blush that starts to bloom on his cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eren blush. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And armin is mine” He says that with finality.

You nod your head, starting to turn again. “Right-”

He catches you again. “But so are you” His gaze traps you.”I let you be armins because i thought i wouldn’t care, he still belongs to me, and i belong to him and you...weren’t supposed to belong to anyone. I didn’t want you too”

You naw at your bottom lip, dipping your head, wondering where he’s going with this.

“But you do” He breathes out, making you look up again. His eyes are sharp, serious. “You belong to armin, you’re his girlfriend and he’s not letting you go, if i hadn’t come today he’d be here on his hands and knees begging for you to come back. and...what’s his is mine so..”

“So..?” You prod, breathless.

“So you’re mine” He concludes. “Ours. I really wanna fuck you”

The last part is said so casually you jerk, but eren keeps you steady. Pulls you in. Leans down and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let me bring you back with me” his lips brush against yours. “So i can finally fuck my girlfriend”

You do in fact let him bring you back.

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It’s surreal being between armin and eren, having them both touch you. You’re used to armins touch, but erens is new. You’re all shaky and acting like a skittish virgin when eren leans back against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as armin fingers you open for him.

His soft lips at your ear, “You take my cock so nice, baby. But daddy’s big. He’s gonna stretch you so good”

“Keep talking about my big dick and im gonna nut before i even get to fuck her” Eren grunts, eyes glued to wear armins slender fingers are sliding in and out of your slick cunt.

Armin just giggles “But s’true, daddy. You’re gonna split her wide open. She’s tight too” He croons, making you whimper when he curls his fingers just right. “Had her pretty pussy all to myself for so long and she still squeezes my cock, You’ll like it”

Eren eyes are all heat, eating you up. “Oh, i know i will. Daddy’s been wanting to fuck that cunt for ages”

“S’that so?” Armin sounds a little condescending, having not been apart of their fight, you can’t tell he’s being kinda petty when he says. “Gonna have to show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her then, if you want her to be your girl you’ll have to make her cum lots, kay? Otherwise im keeping her for myself and you can sit there and watch like you always do while i show her how a good boyfriend fucks their girlfriends pussy”

He dips his lips to kiss your jaw, keeping eye contact with eren when he does. “If daddy doesn’t make you cum stupid, i’ll dump him”

Your cunt squeezes around his fingers at the same time eren growls and reaches out, practically plucking you from armins arms and placing you above him.

You brace your hands on his board chest as the tip of his thick cock teases your hole, “w-wait”

“Mm, fuck that” He moans, and pops the head in, eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his skull when your the heat of your fluttering cunt envelops him, silky and smooth and wet, he guides you down the thick length of him. His head thunks against the headboard. “Jesus, fuck”

“E-eren” you whine, poor pussy squeezing around him helplessly as its stretched wide and filled to the brim with him.

He bounces you once, making you choke on a whimper. “That’s not what we call me”

Your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears, but you feel armins lips touch your spine as he kisses your back, encouraging you. “Go on, baby”

You wrap your arms around erens neck. “D-daddy” you say, hesitantly, barely breathing the word.

But eren groans so loud, and eats your lips up in a kiss, rocking you back and forth on his cock, grinding you on it. “Yeah, baby” he pants into your open mouth. “Daddy’s got you. Gonna fuck my sweet little girlfriend tight pussy like she deserves”

“About fucking time you did” you think you hear armin mutter, but you’re already to fucked out to care.

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