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smallest-moon · 11 months
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he's such a dork, what a total nerd, truly a loser (affectionate)
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i think their faces summon up this entire exchange quite well
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thedreadpiratecam · 1 year
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what do you get a baby for their first birthday? I have a party tomorrow at 11am and have to go buy a gift this afternoon.
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the mine thirst from the previous anons my god y'all need a whole ass water tank HDHWJE
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good morning tumblr today's broadcast is brought to you by Why Is Yoshitaka Mine So Fucking Pretty
#snap chats#GOOD MORNINGALKJ#CELEBRITY APPEARANCES FROM MAS AND MSKMA OMG WHAT AN HONOR HI GUYS#im gonna finish up my palette requests then doa comm but WOW#WOW....#i be actin like a catholic rn but i also think mine is pretty enough to drive a man insane#its me im the man in question BUT i behave myself. i will not act up#also first anon's right that plane scene was peak#it doesnt do anything for me like the eyeball scene does but it is close and i do love the scene#full yandere moment <3<3<3 he's such a silly girl <3<3<3#i love mine i love how he's calm 99% of the time and then the 1% he's just completely insane#deranged. devoted. passionate. i love you sir please keep being you i hope you never get better#well. i guess you cant get better when youre dead but </3#BUT YEAH NO MINE IN ISHIN IS SOOOOO HANDSOME ITS SO FUCKING UNFAIR#LIKE IF YOU LOOK AT MY STEAM SCREENSHOTS FOLDER IM 99% SURE I TOOK A SCREENSHOT EVERY FRAME HE WAS ON SCREEN#HE'S SO HANDSOME I CANT STRESS THAT handsome squidward moment How You Make Him MORE Handsome Oh My God#its very much an Eros and Apollo moment yk that song. LOVE that song LOVE studio killers...#like mine's not hot he's handsome yk what i mean. like he's incredibly attractive but in like a sophisticated/put-together kind of way#and it's cause of that i go insane BEECAAAUUSSSE he's seemingly normal 90% of the time and just a pretty thing to look at#and then he does some insane bullshit and its like Oh You're Not Normal. Why's My Heart Growing Three Sizes
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lo-carb · 5 months
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Well, both the lemon drop melons and the cantaloupe that I've planted this year have kind of been shit. Although the few we've actually gotten to eat have been tasty! They just keep cracking/bursting open before they really get any good size : (
Tbh the chickens have had more of them to eat than us at this point, so I guess there's a positive in that.
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mandrakebrew · 10 months
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update: still in love with alt/o cle/f
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beeseverywhen · 11 months
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if you have hair that you can brush when it's dry without it immediately exponentially increasing in volume, please, please, leave me out of your hair care tips. I really, really don't need to hear your opinion on how often I wash it or the products I use. The conditioner weighing it down and making it greasy is literally not possible. It being heavy is a good thing. No conditioner isn't optional. I'm pleased for you that your bristle brush is working for you! But it can only redistribute oils if you can pull it through the hair to start with.
Trying to give hair care advice to someone based on what you do when they have hair with a completely different texture is like trying to apply cactus care tips to bedding flowers. It's like putting wood polish on aluminium. It literally will not work. Do not comment on my hair routine being high maintenance if you have the option to forgo all hair products and only wash it with water and can still wear it loose. What did people do before conditioner? Well with my hair type they were 100% using oil to moisturise it and they also didn't wear it down.
Its not the same. It's not grown dependent on conditioner over time. It's always been dependent on conditioner to look like this. It can not retain moisture by itself. If I didn't condition it I would have to keep it plaited all the time or it would twist in to itself without any input. It only looks similar enough to your hair that you think your tips will work because I've put in an enormous amount of effort to keep it healthy in spite of me wearing it loose and uncovered most of the time. Your hair looks neat when you brush it and the weather doesn't destroy it, we aren't the same.
#why are people so determined to see hair care as one size fits all#why do they feel the need to force their opinions on me about things they clearly don't know anything about#oh I've never seen hair do THAT when you brush it. i know!!!! that's obvious from the fact you wanted me to brush it dry#every time they are like 'i know someone with hair that looks like yours and it worked for them#oh so their hair looked like mine after I've heavily conditioned my hair and babied it? does it feel the same. did brushing make it smooth?#it isn't the same!!! you can't compare end results of 2 ppl looking after their hair in the best way for their hair and assume its the same#the look of shock on their face when you cant run a brush through it#when it stays together without a band#it's almost like we've got different hair types!!! who could have guessed#and then ppl are surprised by how healthy it is.you can just tell they are like. how can it be that healthy when you arent looking after it#because i am looking after it!!! this is how you look after hair like mine! any damage is literally from the wind and the sun#it has been babied. this is it at its peak. that's why it's growing so fast and has no split ends. it's not luck#it wants to clump together so if i don't let it do that yeah the exposed layer is going to get battered#every time someone suggests i do less with my hair i want to show them a picture of my grandads hair like: does this look like a good look#to you??? the conditioner is entirety necessary if i want any chance of it lying flat (ish) and don't want it to feel like wire#your experiences are not universal
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elvneedleworks · 1 year
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how are babies so small????
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billdecker · 2 years
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I went out this morning for the first time in two months because my gang of foxgloves are thriving!
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wildergrimm · 2 years
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one day i'll stop using vertical dolphin as a flashkick. one day
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transtemic · 2 years
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my mom visited this week and as much as i wish it had been the perfect week after not seeing her for two years ofc there were a few things that hurt but im still really really happy i got to see her :)
#we found my prom dress and i really really love it i feel like a princesz#ive missed dressing up tbh but most of the time it just gets me dysphoric#whenever i dress up all girly i lowkey feel like im doing drag like putting on a show oof femininity yknow#but i dont think i wouldve actually wanted to wear a suit like i thought#i love that performance once in a while yknow as a treat#getting comments from my mom abt how i should loose weight until prom and how it would be easy cuz im young sucked ass tho ://#we're wearing the same pants size now and im proud of her for her progress but i think its making her project even more ngl#like yeah both of our weight issues stem from trauma n mentall illness but shes always contributed to mine lmao#also just comments abt like how my hair is looking so pretty now that ive been growing it out and how girly ive always been#just make me even more wary to come out lmao#also comments abt me having kids one day which ew ive been clear abt not wanting kids for a long time#same as my sister but my mom was just like yeah i think shes been changing her mind abt it#which whether she has or not then good for her either way but insinuating its just a phase im gonna get over is yikes#also we binged arcane (which was amazing) and her saying how much she disliked powder/jinx and how irritating she was#when i empathised with her a lot and related to some stuff really bothered me as well#was really spiraling after that but calmed down well enough#OH and she was talking abt how shes doing this alternative treatment for her mental health that had to do with just changing her diet#which apparently is working for her and shes off her (i think adhd) meds and feeling great which good for her#but it also just didnt feel great to her her suggesting we try that method as well bc it just felt very food shame-y ig#like yea ik i eat like shit and i should eat better and im glad its working for you but like. lemme try therapy first yknow??#idk a lot of comments like that which just dampened my excitement over her visiting by quite a bit#at the end of the day it was a reminder of why we decided to move back in with dad despite the everything abt him#also she dished some tea abt when they were still together and how shitty he was and reinforced how lucky she was to get to leave#but yeah that never feels great like. being reminded of how dad was like when we still choose to live with him and its been wayyyyyy better#not that she should just shut up abt it it just never gets easier despite how long its been#anyways. shes flying back home rn but she'll be back in two months for my prom :) despite all the above i still love n miss her a lot#and i cant wait for her to be back and for me to spend a while back home with her after i graduate :)#ícaro rants#ask to tag
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merpancake · 5 days
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SDV feels like it could so easily become a fairy story.
You move to a little coastal town where you begin recovering a plot of land, some of the locals take a shine to you and you to them. It's nice, homey. Everyone is welcoming except for the established town grumps.
Suddenly you realize you never leave town. Everything you want is obtainable at the little mom'n'pop general store, or from some of the locals themselves. You never go into the city to sell goods because the mayor does it for you- right? You never really see him do it. You just lie down in bed and wake up in the morning. When was the last time you dreamed?
You need new shoes and the adventurers club sells you handmade leather boots that fit perfectly despite never asking for a shoe size. Your clothes sew themselves when you lay a bolt of fabric and a random item onto the sewing machine- you blink and it's done.
The general store sells fertilizers that turn your garden plot into a verdant field. You spend all day harvesting crops with tools that gleam silver, gold, purple. Saplings grow over a month into fully productive fruit trees, your beehives drop jars of honey into your hands.
The blacksmith cracks open geodes full of polished gemstones. There's a man in the woods who says he found you in the mines but you were 80 levels deep. The elevator works but the minecarts don't. You gave a diamond to a local girl and she ate it like a plum.
And suddenly everyone is drinking mayonnaise.
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ardentlylesbian · 2 months
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Butch sex ed class (Femme x Butch, Butch, Butch…. Etc 👀)
Contains: Public sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, strapons, size kink, fingering, group sex, overstimulation, explicit consent, facefucking, orgasm denial, edging, dumbification
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When I responded to the ad I found online, I definitely thought it was a bit bizarre.
“Butch sex ed class seeking willing femme participant” Isn’t exactly the combination of words one would expect, but curiosity gripped me for days after seeing it. I turned the idea over in my mind, would this be an insane thing to do? Who knows what they even mean by “willing participant”. I had some ideas of course, who wouldn’t… but there was no further details, just a number and instructions to text “Yes” for the address.
I finally decided fuck it. Whatever happens, happens. At least I’d probably meet at least one hot Butch in my area through the process, and that would honestly be reward enough. Even if I just have to sit there and genuinely talk about how to use a dental dam or something for an hour.
Nervously, I texted the number and within moments got a response to meet at a local highschool at 9pm the next day. “Come prepared” was all the text said beyond the meetup info. Super helpful.
With no real concept of what “prepared” might be, I shaved nearly every inch I could reach, exfoliated, moisturized, you name it. Until I was able to run my hands over my entire body and only feel soft supple skin, ready for hands that were not my own.
And prepared some flash cards on LGBTQIA terms and sex Ed info, just in case.
The next day, wearing a skirt that accentuated my ass but was still somewhat professional, a button-up blouse, and the sluttiest lingerie I owned, I stood at the front doors of the high school nearly trembling with nerves. Maybe this really was an absolutely insane thing to agree to. Before I could raise my hand to knock, the door was opened by somebody a bit shorter than me (I was wearing heels of course) with a buzzed classic butch haircut and a name tag that read “Sam, She/Her”.
“So nice to meet you!” Sam said warmly, shaking my hand and using it to draw me inside. “We’re so happy you responded to our ad. It’s always a bit tricky finding femmes for these things you understand.”
She placed a hand on my waist and led me down the hallway, as we walked I tried to steady my breathing but it was difficult between the nerves and how incredibly aware I was of Sam’s palm on my lower back.
Stopping just before a door halfway down the hall Sam put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be nervous, I’m the TA and we run a tight ship. Nothing will happen that you aren’t okay with. Consent is our number one teaching here.”
A rush of relief and arousal flood my body at the same time, with the confirmation that I am definitely going to be fucked in some way in front of a class full of butches, but also that I’ll be able to stop it at any time. I feel myself blushing deeply as I nod at Sam. “Thank you.” I whisper, too shy to say more.
She grins again and brushes a thumb over my cheek, “A blusher, they’ll like that.”
I feel the warmth in my cheeks increase at her touch, It’s damn good that they’ll like it because I certainly can’t control it. Sam pushes open the door to the classroom and the chatter immediately fades to silence. Inside, seated at desks and each with a notebook and pencil, are at least 15 or 20 butches. Of every possible size and style, tall, short, some flaunting top surgery scars through unbuttoned shirts, some with stubble, some with hair longer than I’d ever been able to grow mine.
They all turn to look at me, eyes raking down my body and taking in every curve with a hunger that sends another rush of arousal through my body. My thong is soaked through now. I can feel the damp fabric clinging to me as I nervously walk further into the classroom at Sam’s encouragement. Over by the teacher’s desk in the corner, an incredibly handsome stud leans casually against the table. Their name tag reads “Teacher, They/Them” placed on their navy button up that bulges slightly around their biceps. I can’t help but notice their fingers… incredibly thick and long.
“Class, meet our femme for the evening.” Teacher says casually, coming over to me and placing a hand on my back, just as Sam did earlier. “She’s very generous to donate her time and body for this class, so let’s all remember the three C’s yes?”
“Consent, communication, and make her cum.” The class reply in unison, clearly very well trained already. I wonder how long they’ve been in this classroom, learning about how to pleasure a femme, and I realize fully in that moment that I am in for the fucking of a lifetime.
“That’s right. Now, if our volunteer would be so kind, we’ll start with how to arouse a femme before undressing her.” Teacher gently leads me to a table that faces the rest of the class, and effortlessly lifts me by the hips so I’m sitting on top of the table. “Do you consent to this next activity? You can withdraw or take a break at any point, just say stop, and we’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?” They ask gently, their hands still on my hips.
“I understand and I consent.” I say softly, my voice trembling just a little bit.
“Okay class, consent has been given, but she’s clearly nervous. See how her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow?” A chorus of agreement murmurs through the crowd. “That’s a good cue to go slow, let the femme adjust to her situation. Even if she wants it like this one does, taking it slower will let her mind slip away so she can truly enjoy the experience.”
The butches nod and take notes as Teacher speaks, then they turn their attention back to me. Teacher steps between my legs, and slides their hands from my hips down to the inside of me knee. My breath hitches when they graze the soft skin on the inside of my thigh.
“See the way her breath catches when I touch her inner thigh? It’s a very sensitive area, we’ll return there later.” Teacher explains, and they drag their hands up over my waist, avoiding my breasts and instead pushing one hand into my hair. They tug gently to pull my head back and a small whimper escapes me. “Tugging the hair close to the root allows you control of the femme’s head without pulling hair from the scalp. The neck is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones, kisses and bites here will illicit considerable response in most femmes. Observe.”
Their hot breath drags over my skin as they tease me, then they press a kiss to my neck directly below my jaw. The sensation of their lips on my neck, while I can see through half lidded eyes the entire class of butches watching me with perverted interest has me feeling like I might cum just from a kiss. Teacher’s kisses turn into licks and bites and hickeys, and soon enough I’m clinging to their shirt and writhing on the table. Trying to get more contact, or some kind of blessed pressure against my aching clit.
Teacher withdraws and smirks at the class. “See how quickly her reservations have melted away? Does anyone want a turn?”
Many hands shoot up, Teacher chooses a younger fat Butch from the second row, who introduces themselves as Rach. They tentatively slide their hand into my hair, copying the way Teacher demonstrated, and tug shyly until the other side of my neck is exposed to them. They are much more gentle than Teacher, licking and nipping at my skin in a way that has long needy sighs slipping from my lips. They’re so warm, radiating heat that feels like it’s penetrating my skin. Eventually Teacher taps them out, and they sheepishly thank me and return to their seat. I sit on the table, my skirt half way up my thighs and my neck certainly bruising already, and I look at Teacher for guidance. What next?
Teacher laughs “So obedient already, and certainly wet and desperate. We have a good girl on our hands today, don’t we?”
I bite my lip when they call me a good girl, which I know everyone sees. All of them watching me be so affected by a pet name, now knowing exactly what to call me.
“Next I’ll demonstrate how to undress a femme. Do you consent, love?” Teacher asks me, and I nod, maybe a bit too enthusiastically because the class laugh at me mockingly.
Teacher steps behind me, behind the table, and leans over to slide their hands around my waist. Luckily their arms are long so they can reach me easily. With deft movements they untuck my shirt from my skirt, and from behind unbutton it from the bottom until it falls open. There’s a scattered groan from the class as they see my black lace bra, pushing up my tits so they sit at their roundest form. I’m sure my blush reaches to my chest, but I can barely manage a clear thought as Teacher slips my shirt off my shoulders and steps aside to tuck it somewhere.
They return in front of me, enjoying an eyeful for a moment before grasping my hips and pulling me off the table onto my feet. They guide me to take a few steps down towards the class, until I’m standing directly in front of the first row. A blonde butch with piercing blue eyes stares at me like she wants to bend me over her lap and see what sounds she can coax out of me. Teacher turns me around so I face the whiteboard instead of the class, and I catch Sam’s gaze as she stands next to the door. Her face is just as flushed as mine, and for the first time I realize that she’s hard packing. I quickly withdraw my gaze as Teacher speaks again.
“Next we have to remove her bra and her skirt. Who has experience with a one-handed unclasping?” A pause as I hear arms raise. “Excellent, please come demonstrate for the class.”
A Butch exactly my height steps in front of me, I can see him flush despite their deep skin tone, they’re confident as he grasps my hip with one hand and with the other has my bra unclasped before I even realize. The class claps a bit, and the Butch before me takes my bra straps and pulls the garment from my body. Holding it with both hands as he stares at my hard nipples and soft skin. They look to Teacher for guidance, and Teacher gives a “go on” sort of nod. The Butch places my bra in their back pocket and steps closer to me, his breath brushing my lips as he reaches around my back and unzips my skirt. Slowly, he pushes the skirt down and off my hips, revealing to the class behind me my ass and the lacy black thong that matches my bra. I hear more groans from the class, and some distinctive sounds of fly’s unzipping. The thought of all these butches looking at me and needing to jack off sends my brain into even more of a mindless spiral of arousal.
The Butch drags their hands over my hips and grabs two handfuls of my ass, pulling me against them while I clutch his shoulders and moan. I hear a sudden smack sound and the Butch lets go of me immediately, stepping back with a sheepish expression. Teacher takes them by the collar and pushes him into the hallway, closing the door behind them.
“Now class, what have we talked about before we brought the femme in?”
“No touching unless cleared by Teacher.” The class replies, again in unison.
“That’s right. A single spank and some time in the hall is really a warning. The next one to pull anything like that will be removed from the course.” Teacher’s voice is so stern and forceful that I feel myself drip, and I squeeze my thighs together absentmindedly.
“Now, we still have one garment left, I will do the honours myself.” With that Teacher steps over to me, and with one hand on my back presses me down until I’m bent over the table, my ass presented to the class.
“May I? Touch you I mean.” Teacher asks.
“Yes. Yes please please.” I whimper, not caring when the class chuckle at my desperation.
“Good girl.” Teacher croons, making me twitch as they slide their big hands over my ass. Then trailing into my inner thigh, then finally I feel their thick fingers brush over my pussy. I know the fabric is absolutely drenched, and they let out a small groan when they feel it, the first time I’ve heard any indication of Teacher being affected by this since we started.
“She’s drenched. So incredibly wet for us. That’s a good thing, boys.” Teacher explains, then hooks their fingers around the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs. Cool air hits the wetness dripping from me and I shiver, completely bare before this crowd. Reality seeps in for a moment and I feel a twinge of embarrassment and stage fright. I usually don’t even like having the lights turned on during sex but here I am under fluorescents being displayed to over a dozen strangers. It should turn me off, but instead I shudder and clench around nothing.
I can hear movement and soft groans from the classroom, and I’m certain some of the butches are touching themselves. Teacher slips a finger through my wetness and hums in approval, then I feel them spread my ass cheeks so the class can get a better view, and I moan like a whore, pressing my cheek against the cool wood of the table. Directly in my line of sight is Sam, her hand in her pants as she slowly strokes a strap, something I can see is distinctly purple.
“Look at this beautiful specimen of a femme,” Teacher croons, “Wet, needy, and aching for a butch inside her. This is what effective teasing can bring you boys, never skip those steps.”
Teacher’s hand slides into my hair again, using the leverage to pull me back up to standing. They turn me and kiss me hard and I melt into them, clutching at their biceps and moaning into the kiss as their tongue slips into my mouth for a tantalizing moment. They pull back and place me back on the table, pushing my legs apart so I am on full display.
“A femme who’s ready to be fucked will often be just as pliable as this one, melting into kisses and letting herself be placed wherever her butch puts her, in whatever position.” Teacher lectures as they walk around the back of the table, I hear them climb on behind me and I am suddenly enveloped by their body heat, leaning back against them for support. “I will now demonstrate how to play with a femme’s nipples and clit. Watch carefully, these techniques will come in handy.”
I whine just from hearing those words, “Yes please Teacher. Please.” I beg without even realizing it, loving the growl that rumbles low in Teacher’s chest in response.
Their hands snake around my body and find my nipples instantly, twisting and pinching with an efficiency that I’ve never experienced before in my life. I arch my back and clutch at their thigh as they continue their ministrations and describe each action to the class. Through half-lidded eyes I see some butches still taking notes, but some are half bent over their desks, viciously getting themselves off as their gaze devours me.
After a few minutes of nipple play that I could only describe as mind-melting, Teacher’s large hand slides down my navel until their bare fingers graze my clit and I jolt from the contact. Being neglected and teased for who knows how long has reduced me to a ridiculously sensitive mess. With only the gentlest touches I’m quickly writhing and bucking my hips against their fingers, begging them for more and not caring that the entire class is watching. They latch their mouth to the base of my neck as they finally sink a thick finger inside and the entire class groans as one entity.
“Watch how easily my finger slides inside, absolutely no resistance due to how wet and relaxed she is. That’s how you know it’s time for a second finger.” Teacher explains, as they push deeper inside me, two fingers finally giving me a bit of the stretch and fullness I’ve been craving. I dig my fingers into their hair with one hand as I clench and grind down into their palm, getting some friction on my clit finally. “You’ll see that she instinctively grinds her clit on my hand, she’s searching for any kind of pressure to help her get off. Needy femmes like her will do it without even thinking, especially once they’re this soaked and horny.”
I nod, completely accepting my role as a slutty needy femme on display if only they keep their fingers exactly where they are.
As if to torture me specially for having that thought, they pull their fingers out abruptly. I whine in complaint but am quickly shut up as they slide the fingers soaked in my arousal into my mouth. I suck on them automatically, blushing again as I realize how dumb they’ve made me with so little effort. My tongue swirls around their digits as they place a light kiss on my temple.
“Now class, the truly interactive portion begins. One by one, you will each line up and practice three fingering maneuvers on the femme. It doesn’t matter if she cums or how many times for this exercise. It’s simply about you applying the techniques we talked about earlier. Once the femme consents you may begin.”
Teacher’s fingers slide out of my mouth and I ignore the drool that coats my lips as I consent eagerly and enthusiastically. The butches line up before me, stuffing straps back into their pants and zipping up flies. The first one, the Butch with those piercing blue eyes, steps between my legs and looks to Teacher for permission. They nod, their hands gripping my thighs to keep me from closing my legs, and the butch slides two fingers into me easily. I groan and let my head fall back against Teacher’s shoulder, closing my eyes and letting Teacher talk the Butch through the movements. Each one sends shockwaves and sparks shooting through my body, but Teacher doesn’t allow her to finger me long enough to cum. She moves back to her desk far too quickly and lets the next Butch take her place between my legs.
This goes on for what feels like a lifetime. Fingers of all lengths and sizes being pushed into me, and I’m coaxed with come hithers and thrusts to the brink of orgasm again and again, never being allowed to fall over the edge. I’m trembling and sweaty and begging and begging as the last butch rhythmically thrusts their fingers inside me, I’m so incredibly close I can feel my legs starting to shake.
Unfortunately so can Teacher, since they’re still holding my thighs open. They quickly tell the Butch to stop and I nearly start crying as the long fingers slip out of me with ease. Teacher’s hands leave my thighs and caress my entire body, tweaking my nipples again, and for just a fleeting wonderful second, squeezing my throat. “Care to finish her off for this portion of the class?” They ask, I can’t see who they’re speaking to because I can barely lift my head, but I feel a body settle between my legs.
“That’s a good girl, I’ll make you cum don’t you worry.” Sam’s purrs in my ear, so low and raspy, a world of difference from the woman who met me at the door. Her fingers slide inside me and immediately start doing something indescribable, completely unlike the rest of the butches, Sam’s technique is undeniable. With her other hand she circles my clit and within seconds an orgasm hits me so hard that I convulse uncontrollably as I’m pinned between the stud and their assistant.
Sam’s fingers keep moving as I ride the orgasm, only slipping out after my shaking turns to twitches. She steps back and I force my eyes open so I can watch her lick her fingers clean.
“Very well done class, we’ll take a quick 15 now so the femme can recover before we move on to the strap usage portion on the course.” Teacher says, in that professional voice that sounds so unaffected despite the fact that I can hear and feel their heart pounding against my back.
The class reluctantly shuffle around the room, grabbing snacks from their bags or popping out to use the washroom presumably. Sam comes back to me with a blanket and a open water bottle, working with Teacher to wrap me up and get me to drink. I easily down the whole bottle, not having realized how much of a workout this experience has been already. Sam kneels before me to unstrap my heels which I had forgotten I was wearing, but the relief once they’re off is instant. I sigh and let myself relax back against Teacher, while they run their fingers through my hair.
“You’re being so good for us, isn’t that right, Sam?” Teacher says. Sam nods up at me, taking one foot into her hands and rubbing it. “Do you think you can handle the next portion of the class? There are some pretty big cocks in here, everyone brought their own from home. Do you have a maximum that you don’t want to go any bigger than?”
I blush deeply as I consider that question. I’ve never taken a strap bigger than 6”, but I’ve always wanted to try. Always thought I was secretly a bit of a size queen but have never had the opportunity to really test it out. Shyly, I shake my head. “No, I’m okay to try anything. As long as I can say stop if it’s too much.”
Teacher smiles at me and nods “Of course, you can always stop at any time. If anyone in this class tries anything, myself and Sam are very efficient at removing the problem.”
I smile back, my gaze dropping to their mouth as I remember the way they kissed me earlier. They didn’t let anyone else kiss me while I was fingerfucked out of my mind, and my lips were aching for any kind of action. Teacher must have noticed my look, because they captured my lips in a kiss that stole my breath away.
“Sam, get a taste of her.” They said, turning my head so Sam’s mouth could cover mine instead. Her lips were smaller than Teacher’s but she was more courageous with her tongue, sliding it along mine and leaving my mouth hanging open when she withdrew.
“Incredible, we really hit the jackpot with this one.” She said, grinning at me.
Teacher gently helped me to my feet, escorting me to and from the bathroom and making sure my wobbly legs didn’t give out beneath me. When we returned to the classroom the gaggle of butches had all returned to their seats, sitting with flushed cheeks and bouncing legs as they waited for their instructor to return. On the table Sam had set up a sort of soft mat that was strapped to the legs and hung over one edge a bit. The implication was clear, I would be fucked on that table, by each of the butches sitting in this room. Possibly from the back based on how the mat softened the edge of the table, clearly so as to help prevent bruising. Wetness gushed between my legs at the sight and I blushed again. How could I still feel so shy after I had already had each of their fingers inside me? I clutched the blanket closer around my body, the turmoil of shyness and embarrassment and arousal swirling in my stomach.
Teacher noticed my hesitation and hooked a finger under my chin so I met their deep brown eyes, “Are you still okay? Do you need a longer break?”
I glanced at the mat again, then took note of how my pussy was throbbing and aching to be filled. One orgasm was not nearly enough after being teased and withheld for however long.
I looked back to Teacher and shook my head, “No I’m ready. I want butch cock please.”
Every butch in the room growled at those words, a few swore, one let out a muttered “Jesus fucking Christ”. Teacher and Sam just smiled at me, and guided me to the table.
“On your back first, lovely.” Teacher crooned.
I nod and drop the blanket to the floor, knowing that if it needs to move Sam will clear it away. With Teacher’s help I lay myself back on the table, my knees bent so my feet don’t dangle over the edge. The mat is cold and smooth against my skin and I feel goosebumps cover my body, my nipples hardening. I nervously turn my head to look at the class, they all have a view of me from the side, presumably the best angle to observe the techniques that will be used on me. Whatever those techniques may be.
“Now class,” Teacher paces in front of me, and I see some of the butches leaning so they can continue to stare past Teacher’s sturdy body. “As discussed earlier, strap skills are very important to hone. It’s vital to learn exactly how to use whatever size feels most comfortable for you, so it hardly matters for the femme how big it is. Technique is key. For the purposes of this class, and acknowledging how overwhelming this next portion is going to be for our femme, we will progress from smaller strap sizes to the largest. It will also serve as a demonstration for everyone here how to properly stretch out a slut. Please organize amongst yourselves appropriately as I prep our femme.”
The class all stand and I watch in a dazed horny awe as the butches pull straps from their bags and pants and pockets and start to compare sizes. Never in my life could I have imagined seeing such a variety, some were ridged, some shaped in unmistakably fantasy configurations, even a couple with knots. One was undeniably the largest, 8 or 9 inches certainly, and heart-stopingly thick. The Butch who wore that one had longer hair and wore an open button up, one of the ones I had noticed from the beginning as flaunting their top surgery scars. I wondered as I took note of all the cocks in the room if there was any way I would even make it to the biggest. Teacher had been right to describe me as a slut.
Just as that thought passed through my mind, I felt something wet and cold slide inside me. With a gasp I turned my attention to between my legs and moaned when I saw Teacher’s thick fingers delving into me. They had poured lube onto their hand and was expertly spreading it inside me, mixing it with my already ample wetness. The sounds were beyond pornographic.
After a moment they slipped out of me, and checked the room to see that the butches had all lined up very nicely. All of them harnessed up and most slowly stroking their cocks. I twitched and whimpered.
Teacher took a step back and leaned against the wall while the first Butch took her place between my legs, gently grasping my thighs and wrapping them around her waist. She lubed up her cock, only a 5’ standard, and slid it into me with ease. I moaned, even being the smallest strap in the room there was still a small stretch as I adjusted to the size, and it filled me so much better than fingers. Teacher talked her through fucking me, pointing out how I reacted to certain moves and occasionally grasping the butch’s hips to help them find a specific pattern or speed. It was too soon before their turn was over and my pussy was empty and clenching around nothing again. But I thankfully wouldn’t need to wait long, the next Butch stepped up and pushed into me, just a bit thicker and longer than the last, but feeling just that little bit better too. Again and again I get fucked by butch after Butch. Some getting to kiss me sloppily, some grabbing or biting my breasts. Some make love to me slowly and so incredibly deep I feel it in my chest, and some throw my legs over their shoulders and pound into me until there are tears of pleasure running down my face. Through it all Teacher speaks smoothly and gives guidance, checking in with me between each person, making sure I can still speak and consent despite my mind slipping away into what I can only be sure is what people mean when they talk about subspace.
A Butch with soft red curls sucks a nipple into their mouth as they fuck me, their strap curved and dragging along my insides in a way that has me honest to god mewling. For the second time of the evening I cum, clutching the Butch who continues to thrust into me as my body shakes beneath him. The waves of pleasure feel like they’re tearing me apart molecule by molecule.
But that’s not the end, no I’m only halfway through the class. As the red haired Butch slides out of me I whine and open my arms for the next, Teacher laughing sadistically at how much of a slut I’ve become over just a few short hours, practically begging to be filled at all times with Butch cock. Teacher brushes my sweat-damp hair from my face as another strap sinks home, this one ridged and knotted, and I reach up to grab a handful of Teacher’s shirt, pulling them down to kiss me while I’m getting fucked. They seem surprised but don’t resist, kissing me back passionately as my body jolts in time with the other butch’s thrusts.
Teacher pulls back and places their mouth by my ear, “Do you want to be even more helpful, doll?”
“Yes yes yes anything!” I gasp, the knot of the strap inside me bumping against my clit and making me squirm.
Teacher grins and straightens up. “Alright class, our lovely femme has agreed to help with an additional demonstration. Luce, would you come join me please?”
The first Butch with the smallest strap comes to teacher’s side and smiles at me, their eyes dropping to my tits which are bouncing with each thrust.
“Now Luce, you’re going to fuck our dear femme’s face. I’ll talk you through it so we don’t overwhelm her, but for simplicity’s sake let’s flip her over first. Luce, you sit on the table by her head.” Teacher continues, stopping the Butch rutting away at me. I’m empty again and I whimper, but my heart also skips a beat knowing I’m about to be spitroasted. I’ve never tried the position before, never even been with more than one person at a time, but the thought is so incredibly sexy I can feel my pulse everywhere. I want to flip over for them, be a good girl, but I can’t gather the strength to lift my own body weight. Teacher notices my struggle and easily lifts and maneuvers me so I’m bent over the edge of the table, propped up on my elbows so my cheek rests against Luce’s thigh, her strap looking intimidatingly large from this new perspective. I feel a new strap line up with my dripping pussy and push deep inside. The lube and my wetness let the sizeable number slide into me with ease, but the slight stretch again makes me moan against Luce.
I feel fingers slide into my hair again and I realize it’s Teacher’s strong hand, they pull my head up so Luce’s strap is aligned with my mouth, which I let hang open in anticipation.
“See how her mouth opens? She’s been trained so well by us, what a good girl.” I squirm and clench around the strap inside me at the praise from Teacher. “Now Luce, I’ll hold her head still, and you follow my instructions for how to fuck her mouth.”
Teacher guides Luce’s strap into my mouth and my eyes roll back as she begins to thrust into my throat in tandem to the Butch thrusting deep in my pussy from behind. My eyes water as she hits the back and roof of my throat repeatedly, my scalp starting to ache from my hair being pulled. Tears slip down my cheeks, what’s left of my mascara surely running with it, but I’m certain my slutty moans make it abundantly clear how much I’m enjoying being stuffed full of Butch cock.
A few more butches take their turns with my pussy while Luce uses my mouth, until I feel her hips start to stutter and her breath catch unevenly. She’s about to cum, certainly. The butches which have circled around the table to watch closer stare at her with unabashed jealousy.
Teacher notices her coming close to her climax as well, “If you’re going to cum, thrust as deep inside her mouth as you can and cum there.”
Luce follows instructions to the letter, thrusting so deep inside my mouth that my lips touch the base of her strap and my eyes roll back as I gag around her. She cums with a string of curses and slowly slips her strap from my mouth, drool splattering along the mat between us and my jaw aching. She climbs off the table and Teacher pulls harder on my hair to make me look them in the eye.
“Do you want another or are you done?” They ask.
I whimper as the Butch fucking me from behind hits a particularly sensitive spot, “Not in my mouth anymore.” I request hoarsely.
Teacher nods and lowers my head back down to the mat, finally releasing my hair. My cheek rests in a puddle of my own drool but the relief in my arms and neck from getting to lay flat is so sweet that I barely notice.
The thick strap inside me thrusts twice, hard, then stills as I hear the Butch let out a long and low moan. They came quickly, whoever they are, lucky for them. They remove themselves from me and I open my eyes to see Teacher smiling down at me, “Last one, pretty girl. But the biggest by far. Can you take it?”
I nod, my eyelids fluttering with exhaustion but my pussy aching to be filled again. The last Butch, the one with the surgery scars and longer hair, stands from their desk and approaches behind me. I feel their strong hands caressing my ass, then the unmistakable sound of lube being applied to a strap. The head soon presses against my entrance, and I can feel how insanely large it is as they tease me by pushing it over my neglected clit a few times. I moan and wiggle my hips for more friction, but Teacher intervenes.
“No clit action for her yet, we wouldn’t want her to cum before we’ve finished. She clearly only has one more left in her before it becomes irresponsible to keep fucking her. She’s already so dumb, you can see in the way she agrees to everything we say. Isn’t that right, doll?” Teacher asks, laughter in their voice.
The huge head of the strap starts to slide into me and I moan and nod, “Yes yes Teacher yes”
The class laughs at me but I don’t care because this strap is so big it almost burns as it goes into me. I whimper and grab the sides of the table, the stretch so delicious and so painful at the same time. The butch leans so far over me as they push in that I feel their hair drag along my back, sending shivers down my spine. It feels like it takes forever before the base of the strap hits my clit and a tremor goes through my body. I reach one hand behind me and touch the butch’s thigh, “So big, a second please, ah fuck” I gasp.
“I think we should flip her over so we can see the bulge in her stomach.” Suggests a butch who’s voice I don’t recognize. “It’s so big there just has to be one.”
“Excellent idea!” Teacher responds, “Would you mind flipping her over? Just pull out first, turning her on you at this point would be ill advised.”
The massive strap slides out of me with the most disgustingly lewd sound I’ve ever heard, I can’t even whine at the loss, I just twitch. The butch’s strong hands grasp my legs and use them to flip me onto my back, the bright florescent lights making me wince. They hook my legs over their shoulders and re-align themselves, sinking into me again. This time it goes in much easier, but a chorus of moans come from the butches watching. I look down to see what all the fuss is, and realize that I can see the bulge of the strap in my stomach incredibly clearly. It pushes deeper and deeper until the tip is just below my belly button, I don’t even understand how that’s physically possible but I moan alongside the other butches at the sight.
The thrusts start shallow and slow but quickly pick up the pace until they’re fucking me fast and hard, whimpering just as much as I am. They clutch my hips to pull me down on their cock and I cling to their arms, my head lolling backward as waves of pleasure rip through my body.
“Now class, take turns placing a hand on her stomach. Feel how deep she’s taking it. You can even add a little pressure and watch how she reacts, it’ll help to stimulate her clitoral nerves from the inside.” Teacher explains, and the butches one by one place their hands on my lower abdomen. Sure enough, each time the pressure makes my nerves sing. I let out the most pathetic ah ah ah gasps as the pleasure increases each time. I’m getting so close to another orgasm, one I’ve been waiting for since the red-haired Butch brought me over the edge. I’m certain that the Butch fucking me and their thick strap will be able to get me there, I can feel that familiar sensation building.
I feel hot breath on my ear and Teacher whispers to me, “If you want to cum, call them a good boy. Tell them they’re fucking you so good and you want them to make you cum.”
I use the last of my strength to grab the Butch fucking me by the lapels and force them to meet my eyes. “G-good boy oh fuck, you’re doing so good for m-me baby please make me cum.” I stammer out stuttering with each thrust.
The look of pure lust on their face sends a shiver down my spine as they look to Teacher for approval. Teacher must have nodded because the Butch quickly slipped a hand between our bodies and started to rub circles over my clit. The contact after so long being neglected sends bolts of pleasure shooting through my body, and I writhe under their fingers.
“Oh f-fuck I’m gonna- ah!” I can’t even complete my sentence before I cum so hard my vision blacks out for a few seconds, finally understanding what people mean when they describe an orgasm as earth shattering. I float in a space of pleasure and stars for what feels like an eternity, aware of the huge cock still drilling into me but somehow also on an entirely different plane of existence. When I come back to earth I feel the Butch thrust so deep inside me that my whole body jolts, and they whimper and cry out as they cum inside me, one hand still rubbing me through my own orgasm as if by muscle memory.
Both of us panting, they pull out and I clench and twitch around nothing. The feeling of being empty now so foreign. The Butch lowers my legs down but they are quickly grabbed by a new pair of strong hands. I force my eyes open to see Teacher standing between my thighs, their eyes hungrily observing my ruined pussy.
“Finally class, it’s important to clean up your femme after you’re done using her. This helps to prevent infection or other discomfort. The most efficient way to do this is with your mouth, followed by a damp cloth. If you want more instruction on how to eat pussy effectively, please join us next week.” Teacher says, not looking away from my dripping core, and smoothly kneels before licking a long slow stroke between my legs.
I’m so overstimulated and fucked out that I nearly scream from the contact, immediately writhing from the shocks of pleasure-pain that zap through me. My hands find Teacher’s short tight curls and I just hold them, unable to decide if I want to push their mouth away or pull them deeper in. My head falls to the side and I watch as half the class passionately jerk themselves off, the other half sitting in chairs or leaning against tables and catching their breath from the orgasms they’ve had while fucking me or watching me get fucked.
Teacher sucks on my clit and I fall apart again, another orgasm washing over me with such intensity that I genuinely start to softly cry, the emotions and sensations too much to handle. Aftershocks shake my entire body at random intervals, my muscles so taxed they don’t know what to do. Teacher gently kisses their way up my body until they capture my mouth with theirs, tasting like my wetness and lube and sweat, gently pushing their tongue past my lips. I kiss them back with what little energy I have left, small moans leaving my throat. When they pull away they turn to the class.
“This has been our masterclass on strapon usage. If you enjoyed this class please join us again next week for our extended pussyeating seminar, or the following week for introduction to toys, bondage, and impact play. Thank you all for coming, pun intended.” The class chuckle and the room is filled with the sounds of flys zipping up, notebooks closing, and the butches murmuring amongst themselves and exchanging phone numbers.
I can barely keep my eyes open, an exhaustion that I didn’t know existed settling over me. Teacher stands between my legs and shakes hands with the students as they leave the classroom, their other hand on my face gently brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. The students thank me politely for a good time, telling me I’m a good girl and I did such a good job being used by everyone. I want to blush and smile under the praise but it’s all I can do to nod blearily in acknowledgement.
Once the last class member walks out the door, Sam pops up beside me. “I have a damp cloth here, I’m going to clean you up and then I’m going to rub some lotion into your skin okay? You did such a good job being used like a slut so we’re going to take care of you.”
I nod at her and manage a weak “thank you” before she gets to work, Teacher stepping out of the way and walking out of my line of sight. Sam works with gentle precision, careful not to be too rough with my overly sensitive pussy. I barely notice when I start to doze, drifting in and out of consciousness as she massages lotion all over my body, working into my exhausted muscles.
Eventually I feel a warm blanket settle over me, and I’m scooped up bridal style into arms that could only belong to Teacher. I rest my head against their firm shoulder and finally drift into a deep sleep, knowing undoubtedly that I was safe in the hands of this stud and their quick-fingered assistant.
The next morning I woke alone in my bed, and for a moment I convinced myself that the previous night must have been an elaborate sex dream. There’s no way that a shy femme like me would let herself be fucked by over a dozen butches in one night, let alone while letting them all watch?? As if.
That was, until I noticed the dull throbbing between my legs. And the finger sized bruises on my arms and legs and hips. And the hickeys leaving a glorious trail down my breasts and up to my neck. And the all encompassing ache that ripples through every muscle in my body.
No, it was real. Most definitely real and most definitely the most spectacular night of pleasure I had ever experienced in my life.
I glanced around for any sign that Teacher or Sam had been in my apartment. They must have used the key in my purse to get inside, did they also drive my car back here??
I finally notice the piece of paper laying on my bedside table, and with aching arms reach over to pick it up. It’s one of my flash cards that I had made just in case, and beneath it lay my car and house keys. In slanted printing the note only reads “Text yes if you want to join us for another class. Well done last night, XX”
I stare at the paper for a moment, contemplating what kind of life I would be living if I let myself be regularly group-fucked by butches, if I allowed Teacher to toy with my body as an example of the power that a butch could hold over a femme.
Ten minutes later I was rolled back over in bed, sleeping deeply with one text outgoing on my phone.
Yes 💕
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sugar-coated-slut · 8 months
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“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠”
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: incubus!sukuna, witch!reader (sukuna's only), monster fucking, double dick, fingering both holes, sukuna cums on you, sukuna's hand mouth and stomach mouth, dacryphilia, mocking, light pain kink (Sukuna’s only), double penetration (anal and cunt), sweet soft choso, reassuring and checking in if your ok, riding, choso has a dick piercing, size kink, daddy/beautiful/little witch, praise
𝐟𝐞𝐲: so after almost starting a bedroom fire with my laptop’s charger I have no laptop for the next however long. So after a lot of tears and some frustration then self care to calm my ass down here we are! Because AIN’T NOTHING GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE AIN’T NOTHING GONNA SLOW ME DOWN OH NO I GOT TO KEEP ON MOVING!!! Also I took Kento out because I’m just not that into him anymore 🤷🏽‍♀️ so it would come across passionless
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𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
“You’re lucky you're hot." The look of hunger in his eyes made it clear you'd invited a ravenous predator into your home. You want to be his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.
It's overwhelming the way Sukuna is fondling, biting, and stretching two of your tight, wet holes with his thick fingers. You're a toy in his large rough hands, laying beneath his massive muscular 8-foot tall stature.
He could easily rip you apart. The power imbalance turns you on as much as the sweet painful pleasure of his hands' mouth biting the soft squishy fat of your breasts. His warm tongues flicks your sensitive nipples. Pleasure and pain are becoming one and the same.
Thick tears trickle down the sides of your face. Sukuna’s smirk spreads, showing his sharp fangs. "You're being such a crybaby after having the audacity to summon me?" You can feel Sukuna's lust growing with your tears. His lust is heavy, intoxicating consuming, and hot, blurring the lines where your emotions lie.
Fucking three thick fingers into your squelching, quivering cunt. He remarks with a groan, "My little witch is an empath?” He has the excitement of someone opening a gift.
“Focus on my lust more, let it mix with your’s and drive you mad. I’ll fuck you till your body can’t keep up and you pass out." Closing his eyes, his jaw-dropping with a loud groan. Your sensitive cunt clenches from seeing his muscular body tremble over you through his large muscular body.
Looking down at you with more hunger than before. "You just keep tasting better." He's stroking your sensitive, puffy clit with his stomach’s tongue. "I can feel how close are as if I'm about to cum." It's getting harder to separate your lust from his. And you don't care to anymore.
The second you allow yourself to plunge into the deep end you're creaming. Squirting for the first time onto his thick fingers. "Feels-feels so gooood! Wanna keep cumming, gonna cum, wanna cum, gonnnnnn!” He groans fucking your spasming, squirting cunt through your peak.
Gliding his fingers out of your ass. Pushing down his pants, stroking one of his thick, tattooed veiny cocks. Urging thick white cum to shoot out onto your belly. "Lucky for you it takes a several times before my cocks go off. Heh I can’t believe you got me off just by cumming. You’re little cock sleeve body was meant for mine." Your eyes widen, your jaw dropping in disbelief. How are both supposed to fit?
Jerking your hips away in overstimulation as his tongue rubs your clit faster. He grabs your thighs firmly holding you in a mating press. "Did you think there would only be one?” He drags his fingers through his thick cum on your stomach.
No wonder he wanted to stretch you out with three fingers to loosen up both your holes. Yet it doesn't stop you from claiming, "You're too big, it's-" He stuffs his cum coated fingers into your mouth.
"Ok and?" He lines both cocks up with your holes, whilst tightening his grasp on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere. “Your slutty little holes are going to take me anyway, and I’m going to fuck them till you’re gapping.” Roughly rocking his hips forward, thrusting both cocks in. Both tips start with a soft round point making it easy for him to glide in.
He slips his fingers out of your mouth to hear your cries from the gradual stretch of his cocks. Getting thicker with each inch till it reaches the knot-like base. Your holes offer resistance too unable to take it just yet.
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨
Pushing his boxers down, you bite your lip tensing up beneath him. His pale thick veiny thick pierced cock is beautiful but intimidating. And ever since the first picture you’ve wonder how the warm metal is going to feel inside you.
Choso looks you over, concern etching into his handsome face. A wrinkle forming between his thin brows. His voice is gentle and comforting. “Is this ok? Do we need to stop and cuddle?” But your nervous bubble up all the same.
Glancing to the side, biting your bottom lip. He gently cups your cheek, swiping his thumb, trying to soothe your jumble nerves. You look into his loving purple eyes, the warmth and admiration within them captivating.
Breathing in filling your lungs then breathing out, "Youlookedtoobiginthosepictures." You had amassed a collection of pictures and videos showcasing his beautiful veiny cocky. From cum shot, to jerking off, to pre-cum dripping from his cock you had it all. You’ve gotten off to Choso more times than you care to count.
Refusing to let your nerves stop you now when you so close to having your first time with Choso. "I want you to fuck me, I'm just worried it won't all fit. Or that it will hurt. You’re so big Cho.” His cheeks flush pink, his dark eyes widen, biting into his bottom lip.
Choso leans down, kissing forehead. “How about you ride me beautiful? I’ll only move if you ask.” The answer is easy to give.
“Please daddy.” For the first time nickname slips out effortlessly. His compassionate, caring and understanding nature. Choso gently kisses you groaning loudly. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.
Whining aching to have your sensitive cunt filled up. Whilst your nerves trickle into excitement over just how big your boyfriend is. His broad chest and shoulders, well defined abs. His thick, sculpted arms, and muscular thighs. A thick, long heavy being cocks like his is suiting for his stature.
Parting your lips for him to glide his tongue past. Slipping your fingers into his soft, dark hair. He grabs your hips, squeezing your squishy hip’s crease.
Pressing his warm, thick cock to your soft, soaking wet cunt. Rutting his hips, rubbing his warm cock head on your sensitive clit. Breaking away, looking down at you wondering,
Choso is incredibly sexy with his hair down and messy. “Are you sure you want this beautiful?” Reaching between grabbing his cock lining him up. His eyes widen the second his fat head touches your quivering hole.
“Nnn I do! Want you so badly daddy!” Choso glides just the tip in his abs clenching as he restraints himself from thrusting deeper into you. Shifting your hips from the pleasurable stretch of his cock head gliding inside. You can feel the soft ridges line of his cock head slipping inside you.
“Darling, you’re so wet and soft.” Picking you up by your hips, without moving you on his cock Choso carefully switches positions. Placing you on top his lap, straddling his thighs, loosening his grasp on your hips.
Rocking your hips, focusing on the feeling is his warm cock head stretching your cunt. “That it’s beautiful, take your time taking Daddy’s big cock. You going so good. You feel so good!” He clenches your hips, digging his heels into the bed.
Getting used to being so split open, just his cock head alone feels too good. Rocking your back back, splaying your fingers on hus “Daddy! I wanna be stuffed full of your beautiful, thick cock.” Taking a little more, groaning as his warm barbell glides into you. Choso trembles, jerking his hips up.
Rubbing your clit, making your sensitive cunt clench. “Sorry beautiful. How are you feelinggnnnn!” You bounce your hips, gliding him in and down. The beautiful look of pleasure on Choso’s handsome face getting you off.
Moaning, “I’m so full of your cock daddy! It feels too good. Please move, slowly.” Planting his feet, gently guiding you with his hips. Gliding half his cock into you, letting your cunt get used to being so full before giving you another inch. Watching your expression for any hint of pain.
strawberry brat all works
“it’s too tight” toji, suguru, satoru & choso
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sapphicboyfriend · 1 year
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How is my sister already at 24 weeks what the fuck
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I don't know if this would be classed as a -one-hot, drabble or Imagine but can you pls write a little something about: Adam and his 3rd wide (bless him) getting jt on I'm his office and Lute walking in and how they'd all react? I love your writing sm!
A/n: Adam finally finding someone that loves him and puts up with his bullshit.
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You looked good, so, so good.
"Fucking beautiful." Adam groaned against your neck, his large hand running down your back as he hovered behind you. Your body pressed against his desk. "Be as loud or quiet as you want babe..."You were perfect in his eyes."I won’t stop fucking and putting a baby inside of you.”
He firmly yet gently pressed you down to against the desk, his hips met your ass, making him grinding sensuously against you.
“You're make me a Daddy, Princess? Let me take care of you. All you need to do is stay still and let me do all the work and stay pretty like the Princess that you are.” Adam's lips grazed the nape of your neck.
"Adam...please." You were so quiet, so cute. Your nails dug into the wood of the table as you rubbed yourself against his hips.
Adam smirked, his eyes narrowing with a predatory glint as he watched you squirm against him. He loved how eager you were. His hans tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively as they slipped under the skirt you wore until they dipped past your panties and into your warmth.
"Such a good girl," he purred, his voice laced with dark desire. "You're so wet for me, baby. You can't get enough of my cock, can you?" Nuzzling his nose into your neck he could feel your slick folds clenching around his fingers as he teased your entrance, circling his digit around your clit, relishing in the way you moaned and bucked against his touch.
Adam's breath hot against your ear, teeth grazing the skin "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name, Princess. You'll be screaming my name, begging for more." Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep within. His pace was relentless, his thrusts fast and hard.
As his fingers worked their magic, Adam other hand slipped underneath your shirt, his fingers finding your hardened nipple. He pinched and twisted it, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. With every thrust of his fingers, he could feel your walls clenching around him, your moans growing louder.
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I want to feel you trembling around my fingers. Show me how badly you want me."
You did your best to keep your voice low but it felt so good. Biting your tongue, his name slipped past your lips as your climax hit you, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers. "Adam...please." You sucked in a breath. "I need...I need you."
Wetting his lips, Adam couldn't help but smirk as he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your plea for him only fueling his desire. He withdrew his fingers from your throbbing core, leaving you panting and desperate for more. Your body slumped over his desk, legs trembling.
"Oh, my pretty girl," he cooed, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "You're so needy for me, aren't you? Begging for my cock like a good little slut." He unbuckled his pants, freeing his hardened length, and positioned himself at your entrance.
With a swift motion, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. He relished in the way you gasped and arched your back, your body accommodating his size. Adam began to move, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting as he claimed you as his own.
The desk creaking under you both as his hand grabbed your hips tightly as his wings unfurled.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?My cock deep inside you, pounding you relentlessly? You're mine. Only mine." His pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he fucked you with a possessive intensity.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're going to take my seed, Princess. You're going to be filled with my cum, over and over again." His words were a mix of dominance and desire, his voice low and primal. "You're going to be the mother of my children, and no one will ever take you away from me."
Resting your head on his desk, you could feel your legs trembling with each of his thrusts.Adam's grip on your hips tightened, his movements becoming more frenzied. He was on the edge, ready to release himself inside you. "Come for me again, baby," he commanded, his voice filled with lust. "I want to feel you clenching around me as I fill you up. Give in to me beautiful."
Your eyes slid closed as you pushed back on his cock as your walls clenched around his shaft as your orgasm hit you hard, your juices coating him.
Adam groaned as he felt your walls clenching around him, your orgasm rippling through your body. The sensation of your juices coating his cock only heightened his pleasure, driving him closer to his own release. He continued to thrust into you, riding out the waves of your orgasm, relishing in the way you tightened around him.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he growled, his voice laced with raw desire. He quickened his pace, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the room. With each thrust, he felt his own climax building, the pleasure coiling tightly in his core.
He could feel the heat building in his loins, the familiar pressure building to its breaking point. "I'm going to fill you up, beautiful," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're going to take every last drop of my cum."
With one final, powerful thrust, Adam reached his peak. He released himself inside you, his hot seed filling your depths. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He remained buried inside you, relishing in the intimate connection between you.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Adam pulled out of you, his spent length glistening with a mixture of your juices and his cum. He leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to your lips. "You're mine." he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive intensity. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it." Giving you anther kiss, Adam let his cock glide across your slick entrance again.
Panting, a weak laugh escaped your lips though you didn't get a chance to speak as the door flung open.
"Adam...I have those files...what the fuck!"Lute's eyes went wide as she turned her face away.
Tensing, Adam rolled his eyes as his wings covered your body. "What?! Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Can't you lock your damn door?" Lute growled out then stormed off as she slammed the door shut.
Groaning, you shifted your body so your face was buried in his chest. "I will never be able to look her in the face again."
"You're so cute babe, all embarrassed and shit. It's making me hard again."
Shaking your head, you scowled up at him as you grasped his robe tightly. "At least lock your damn door so no one can walk in on us again."
"You're no fun."
"Adam!"
"Fine!"
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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒
ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader x tommy miller
genre: smut, minors dni, no outbreak
word count: 2.7k
summary: joel knows you have a little thing for his younger brother so decides to indulge you for your birthday.
warnings: gonna state this very clearly: joel gets cucked by tommy and watches, everyone is consenting and it's discussed beforehand, piv, dirty talk, possessive!joel, daddy kink, size kink, established relationship between joel and reader, jealousy, some brotherly rivalry, facial, mild degradation kink, creampie
a/n: this work was commissioned through kofi by the lovely @losergurlsstuff, thank you so much for your support and thank you so much for this delicious idea, I had a blast! ❤️‍🔥
**gif made by the amazing @pedgito thank you so much dear!! dividers made my the talented @saradika-graphics 💜💜💜
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Everything has been amazing since you and Joel started dating. To you, he was perfect. The perfect man. The perfect partner. The perfect person. You are forever grateful to whatever god made your roads cross. You have no idea what you’d be doing without him. You’ve never felt so cared for in your entire life. What he doesn’t say with words he shows with what he does and today is no exception. 
“What do you want for your birthday?” 
You smile and shake your head, his head is laying right above your stomach, his one hand under your shirt, caressing the warm skin. “I have everything I need.” 
“Just tell me.” 
“I really don’t want anything, Joel. Especially not from you.” 
His hand on your skin stills, looking up, you giggle at the way he’s frowning. Shocked. 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 
“It means, you dork,” you lean and brush your lips against his forehead. “That you already give me everything. Being with you is enough.” 
Joel’s eyes narrow. A pleasurable shudder rolls through your spine, you adore it when he looks at you like that. It reminds you of all the times you pushed his buttons, resulting in a delightful time. 
“I have an idea what you might want.” 
“And what’s that mister know-it-all?” 
“Tommy.” 
“W—What?” Your heart sinks to your stomach, your palms suddenly cold and sweaty. His younger brother’s name was the last thing you expected to hear. Joel spreads his fingers across your waist, gently, he squeezes. 
“It’s a’right, sweetheart. I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot and well, I think it might be a good gift for your birthday.” 
“I don’t understand.” 
You genuinely don’t. Also, he’s been thinking about it? The inside of your stomach feels like lead. It’s true that once upon a time you thought how it would be with Tommy—but that was before Joel. And after you two started dating well. . . sure maybe your eyes did linger a bit, maybe you leaned a little too close when he whispered something in your ear during a party. . . You genuinely thought Joel wouldn’t notice. 
“I haven’t asked him yet,” he says, thoughtful. “But I was thinkin’ of indulgin’ your curiosities.” 
You‘re still not quite sure what he means by that. Your guilt gnaws at the walls of your stomach. Joel gives you everything, yet you make him feel like he doesn’t. Your eyes move away, falling to the corner of the wall. You can’t bear to look at him. He deserves better. 
“Hey,” he says, hand cupping your jaw and pulling you back. “Don’t cry.” 
“I’m not crying.” 
“You look like you’re about to,” he cracks a small smile. “I don’t mind, darlin’. It’s just a fantasy ain’t it? I know that you’re mine.” 
“I am,” you say tearfully. “I am and always will be.” 
“And I’m yours. I just want to spoil you as best as I can, sweetheart. And this seemed doable.” 
“Why do you even think Tommy would agree to this?” 
“Oh he will,” he says with a grin that makes your cheeks grow warm. “Don’t you worry that pretty head of yours.” 
You nod but doubt still taints your expression. You don’t doubt Joel’s words, but no one can deny that this might be a bit odd. You’re not entirely sure Tommy will be on board. But you trust Joel, so you don’t question it. 
Despite all the doubt, and tension in your muscles, excitement slowly brews deep within you. 
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“Joel, I’m not so sure about this.” 
His head turns harshly to face his brother. There’s no way he’s backing out now, not when they were only inches away from the fucking bedroom door. 
Then again, he does understand. He’s ain’t stupid. But Joel had seen the way Tommy looked at you, the way his eyes would do a subtle sweep and linger on your ass whenever you walked out of a room. “I ain’t gonna suddenly choke you out if that’s what got your feathers ruffled.” 
Tommy shifts from one foot to the other. Joel’s not used to seeing his brother so deep in though. He fears that if he thinks a little harder he might break his brain. With a huff of breath escaping his lips, Joel throws a hand over Tommy’s shoulder and squeezes, drawing his attention. 
“Look, I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told her, if at any point you decide you don’t wanna do this, just say so and we’ll stop. No one is gonna get offended.” 
Tommy visibly relaxes at Joel’s words. He nods, lips a tight line. It reminds Joel when he taught him how to ride a bike when they were kids. He had the same expression.
“A’right then, now that that’s settled, let’s not keep her waitin’ anymore.” 
Without warning he opens the door and pushes Tommy in. If it was any other situation Joel would’ve laughed at the way Tommy tripped over his own feet. But his attention is immediately dragged to the bed you’re perched on. His mouth waters. He knew you were going to get dressed, well undressed in this situation, but he hadn’t thought about what you would put on. Joel’s eyes briefly flicker to Tommy, he seems just as in shock. It’s hard not to be with what you’re wearing. 
The fabric is a luxurious, deep blue, reminiscent of the darkest hours when the stars come out to play. The material is silky and smooth against the skin, offering a touch of elegance and comfort. And he would know. It’s his favorite damn set. Shimmering sparkles that adorn the fabric, mimic the stars scattered across the night sky. These sparkles catch the light of the scented candle you’ve lit, creating a subtle and enchanting glow.
Joel gradually meets your gaze. As soon as he does he knows you’ve done it on purpose. His lips quirk up, amusement growing in his eyes, you’d pay for this little stunt. 
“Wow,” Tommy exhales and takes a step forward. “You look amazin’ sweetheart.” 
You seem a little out of breath already, it’s going to be fun to watch you crumble. Though Joel isn’t quite sure how he feels about his brother being the one doing it. 
“Thanks,” you answer, unsure. 
There’s a lingering tension in the air and Joel almost rolls his eyes at them both. Almost. 
“A’right then,” he pushes Tommy until he’s at the edge of the bed and takes a seat on the chair he brought in this morning. “Stop bein’ shy now. Tommy, you’re her gift, are you sure you want to be the person responsible for her havin’ a shit birthday?” 
Tommy’s chest raises, “N-No.” 
“Then what are you waitin’ for?” 
“Jesus Joel, it’s not like I'm bringin’ her a new plant, give us a second.” 
Joel grins at the way he snaps and Tommy only shakes his head, turning to you and finally focusing on the right thing. You. 
Tommy tenderly presses both palms on each side of your face, thumbs moving in circles. Your nipples are already hard, he can see them like little diamonds showing up through the fabric. His fingers twitch. Patience isn’t something that he has, but he’ll try. For you. 
Your lips part with a soft gasp as Tommy finally brings you in, their lips brushing before full-on pressing against one another. Joel doesn’t miss the way your chest heaves. Your hands fist his shirt and Tommy tilts his head in response, Joel hears your little moans, his own cock gradually hardening under his jeans. 
Fuck, you look too good in that lingerie set. It’s hard just to sit and watch. 
“Take off his shirt,” Joel grunts, sounding more cross than he intended. You nod, but not without giving him a wary look first. When Tommy’s shirt hits the floor, the younger Miller roughly grabs your chin and turns your head so you’re facing Joel. His spine straightens. 
“You ain’t the one given’ orders,” Tommy says. “If you want me to make her feel good, you’re goin’ to shut up and watch, understood?” 
Joel’s mouth goes dry but he nods anyway. His eyes narrow as Tommy’s smile grows, his hand slips between your legs and begins to stroke you through your panties. Joel’s breath hitches, his gaze landing where you grow wetter and wetter. 
“Who’s in charge baby, tell him.” 
Your hips grind down to his hand, “You are.” 
“Well that wasn’t much of a challenge,” he chuckles, eyes finding Joel’s again. “Don’t you think you’re bad girl sayin’ that in front of your daddy?” 
Heat rushes to Joel’s cheeks, crimson spreading from his chest to his face. He wasn’t expecting Tommy to know that. A tingle he hasn’t felt before spreads from the base of his spine. His jealousy is starting to brew, but at the same time, it feels oddly nice to be helpless, even though he knows he isn’t. 
“Answer my question,” Tommy commands, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Are you a bad girl?” 
“Y–Yes.” 
Your eyes roll when Tommy presses your clit, drawing rough circles, he smiles. “Tell your boyfriend who’s your daddy now?” 
Joel holds his breath. Beads of sweat coating his back. “You are,” he hears you say to Tommy. There’s a slight quiver to your bottom lip and every part of him wants to soothe you. 
But instead, his brother does. 
Tommy sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and kisses your deeply, his hands caressing the contour of your body. 
“Don’t worry,” Tommy says. “Daddy is goin’ to take care of you.” 
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You’re about to lose your mind. Your body is a flame and with each devastating snap of Tommy’s hips, your mouth drops open with a guttural moan. You’ve always assumed he’d be a gentle lover. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that Joel’s presence might be a solid reason why he’s tearing you and building you up over and over again. 
He positioned you so you’re staring at nothing else but Joel, you see how hard he is under his pants, the outline of his cock visible and making you gush all over Tommy’s cock. You want him in your mouth so bad but you know this isn’t that kind of game. Joel’s eyes follow the sway of your breasts, your bra ripped from you a while ago. You were completely naked except for your panties—Joel’s favorite and now Tommy is fucking you in it. 
Tommy reaches forward and grabs your throat, pulling you up so more of your chest is exposed. His cock is bigger than you imagined, nearly big as Joel. He pounds into you mercilessly, his length stretching you every day, reminding you whose cock is tearing you apart. 
“Does it turn you on that he’s watchin’ how wet you’re gettin’ my dick sweetheart?” With his question another fresh wave of slick drips out of you, tears build in your eyes, your insides left throbbing. His hips stutter, going balls deep, breath catching in his throat. “Fuck. Joel, she’s soaked— does she ever get this wet for you?” 
“‘Course she does,” he grunts, crossing his arms. You can’t tell if he’s upset or not, but the fact that Tommy doesn't have a broken nose already must be a good sign. 
Tommy leans into your ear, loud enough for Joel to hear. “Bet the old man can’t fuck you as well as I do.” 
You don’t answer. You can’t. Both of them are so good at this, and your head is in shambles. 
Tommy suddenly stops, and you’re a brink away from breaking down. A whine tears away from your lips. He releases your neck, you fall forward, only upright thanks to his hands holding your arms. “Answer me.” 
“You’re making me feel so good,” you say instead and thankfully, he doesn’t try to gauge a different response. His cock pulses, making you believe that was all he wanted to hear. Joel observes the two of you carefully. 
“Say it again baby, tell him how well daddy’s taking care of you.” 
“Daddy’s taking care of me,” you slur as his pace begins to pick up again. Each thrust makes you squeeze his cock like a vice. Liquid heat drops down your spine, your stomach clenching as he edges you closer and closer to your downfall. “J–Joel,” you call out without much thought and his dark gaze meets your own. “He feels so good.” 
“Oh fuck—” Tommy chokes and swiftly pulls out, prompting you to let out a disappointed whine. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna— fuck— bring your face here—” 
The back of Tommy’s head falls against the headboard and you quickly hurry towards him, your glistening cunt now in perfect view. You hear Joel taking in a sharp exhale. You part your lips, dipping down to take Tommy into your mouth but he stops it, holding you by the nape. “I’m gonna ruin that pretty face of yours,” he groans, forcing you down so your cheek would be pressed right below his pelvis. He starts stroking himself, fucking into his fist, and the sight is so beautiful that you lick one of his balls into your mouth, his back arches. 
Suddenly, he grips you even tighter and starts moaning loudly in harsh gasps, his hips thrusting uncontrollably against your face. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of you. You can feel him pulsing against your skin. You moan in response, feeling the rush of excitement as you open your mouth wider to take it all in.
“Tommy, please,” you breathe out, your eyes locked with his as he releases a stream on your face, covering your cheeks and lips with his release. You can feel yourself growing even more aroused as he continues to stroke himself, coating your face with his warm come. You whimper, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a final raspy breath.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stares at you, your face damp and covered in his release. “You look so beautiful like this.”
You can feel your cheeks heating up, the intimate moment causing your heart to race in your chest. Tommy reaches out, gently wiping some of the come off of your face with his thumb before bringing it to your lips, letting you taste yourself.
“Fuck,” Tommy murmurs, his breaths coming out in short pants. He pulls you up to him, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce kiss. However, while you’re lost in his mouth, you don’t realize the bed dipping with an added weight. You hear a clink of a belt and suddenly Joel is buried deep between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit. You gasp against Tommy’s mouth, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle.
“You didn’t make her come, idiot,” he groans, fucking himself into your deeper and deeper. Your eyes roll, your lips parting an inch away from Tommy’s face. Joel sinks his teeth into your neck, hips rutting into you without leaving you. His other hand playing with the elastic of your panties, you break down around him, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. “Mine,” he growls, acting as if the two of you are alone. “Mine, mine, mine—” 
Joel spills into you with a deep and visceral groan. There’s so much, his cock twitching and pulsing as he forces himself even deeper, claiming you as his. Doing something Tommy isn’t allowed to do. You shiver all over, your body weak with pleasure. 
He trickles down the inside of your thighs as he pulls out, falling back to his knees. You collapse onto Tommy’s chest and you’re surprised when you feel his hand on your neck, rubbing soothingly over your warm skin. 
Joel leaves a trail of kisses down your spine, “You were amazin’, honey.” 
“Such a good girl,” Tommy murmurs, though both of their voices feel as if it’s coming from a distance. Your eyes flutter closed, exhaustion taking hold of you. “Let’s get her cleaned up and tuck her in.” 
Joel presses his mouth against you one last time before heading to the bathroom. 
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