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vyglitchcraft · 7 months

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Since requests are open, can you write for havik, shao, Scorpion and sub zero with a size kink SFW and NSFW headcanons? ʕʘ‿ʘʔ

YES BITCH I WILL, you have good taste in men hot DAMN also yes putting their canon heights just so you can imagine it (atleast before MK1 assuming they didn't change the height)

Sizing Up (18+)

MK1 Shao, Havik, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang x gen!reader size kink headcanons

Warning: Havik's section has mentions of gore and more extreme fetishes

General Shao (7'2 ft)

SFW

This hunk of muscles love to show off his build, he is VERY proud of it. Like the type of douchebag in the gym that would flex in front of the mirror type of guy. And you love every second of it

He likes to show off, that's just a thing that Shao likes in every timeline. He likes to pick you up and just point out how small and light you are, how you're lucky to have him because someone can just pick you up and run off with you

He's a bit of a jerk but you should expect that when you dated him. He constantly teases you about your height and he'll make sure you will NOT forget that you're short. Jars on the highest shelf, every lid is screwed on a bit TOO tight, you can't seem to find any stools to stand on so that means only one thing, you're forced to ask him for help and he would HAPPILY do it with a shit eating grin on his face

He LOVES it when you do a size comparison between you and him, especially with your hands, he thinks its so precious that he can just hold both of your hands with only one of his

He went FERAL when he saw you in his clothes

NSFW

When i say this man is huge EVERYWHERE i mean it, you wouldn't be exaggerating when you compare it to your arm.

"Are you sure? I could break you" is something he constantly says. He loves to lay his cock right on top of your stomach, just admiring just how deep he could reach. Heck it scares you sometimes too, i mean who wouldn't?

But all those feelings are gone when you feel that delicious stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He loves to compare you to a sex toy just because he could just hold your torso with one hand and just use you. He is VERY degrading in bed but god does he love you too.

"So pathetic, did it reach your brain too? Look at me while i use you" even when the two of you are doing it sitting down, you only reach his chest.

He loves to see the outline of his cock on your stomach, he's amazed that someone as small as you can take something that big.

You're practically getting tossed around from position to position, you're gonna get manhandled like a sack of potatoes

Havik (6'4 ft)

SFW

Also messes with you but more just because it causes chaos. Although he doesn't care about his height unlike Shao, he is absolutely fixated by the fact that you're so small compared to him. He thinks you're adorable and wants to bite your head off.

Chews on your hair. You're probably the perfect height for him to lay his head on top of yours. Your hair gets into his mouth sometimes and he likes chewing on it.

He likes to hold onto you, he wants you to carry him around because he thinks it's funny that someone THAT small can carry a man his height. So yes you're here giving this man a piggy back ride while he chews on your hair. Look don't expect maturity from HIM of all people.

Also likes to carry you everywhere and put everything (including you) on a really high shelf, why? Because chaos.

"I can throw you" "Havik WHY" "what if i throw you across the arena so you can attack people from behind" "WHY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT"

He's big but he acts like he's small, he either is NOT aware of his height or just does it to mess with you, could be both.

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Cute aggression but kinky. That's all i can say about him.

But anyway he likes to point out certain details that just make you want to cover your face. He appreciates that you're so easily pinned down. Your feet aren't touching the ground if you're getting fucked on a table or some other random surface.

Please be warned, the man has no filter. His dirty talk is explicit and isn't for the faint of heart.

Goes fucking FERAL when he sees your stomach bulging from his cock. How you can barely handle anything yet you do, easily too. He loves it. "I wonder if i pull out fast enough, i could pull your intestines inside out"

"I can feel myself hitting your lungs, do you like it?" he's exaggerating but he loves how you're basically choking from the pleasure. Although if you're genuinely uncomfortable or hurt, he will stop. As chaotic as he is, he doesn't want to see you hurt or at worst die.

Loves it when you're the dominant one though. He's a switch. He likes it when someone weak like you can overpower him (if you can't, he likes to pretend) you can do anything to him, he can regenerate any part of his body.

Bi-Han (6'2 ft)

SFW

Overbearing as fuck. He treats you like you're just this small vulnerable rabbit. He feels the need to always protect you, i mean someone your size surely can't protect themselves right? That's why you have him! If you think he's overprotective, he's even more so when you're small

You're a porcelain doll to him, one wrong move and you'll be hurt. Although he's very gentle, he's also like a predator, almost a yandere. You're spoiled, he's the grandmaster, who's gonna stop him from using the Lin Kuei's money for you. But you ain't gonna do shit without him "protecting" you

Since every ninja is around 6'2 (except Tremor and Reptile i think) so you bet your ass you can't reach shit but don't worry, Bi-Han is there to help you. You won't be lifting a finger when he's around.

Oh but don't think he's all soft, his anger is fucked. He uses his size to intimidate people, standing behind you like a shadow. Or having you on his lap like a pet.

Your size means you're also easily movable. He uses this to his advantage to just carry you around or pick you up if he needs you.

NSFW

Again, predator/prey. He absolutely takes advantage of the fact that you're so weak compared to him. The way he can make you whine with one of his fingers, gives him an ego boost. "I can't wait to stretch you to the limits"

Everything about him screams possessive and the fact that you look so small and weak compared to him makes it even worse. The fact that he can just wrap his hand around your whole neck. The fact that you cry every time he fucks you, he lives for it.

He'll pin you down, bite you, everything that you'll love today but regret tomorrow. His grip is bruising but no worries, he'll make sure to take care of you after it. His hands would be cold enough to soothe the pain

Seeing you grip onto him, how he overpowers you and you're hugging him as if he's the only person that could keep you safe. God he could go another round just from seeing it.

Kuai Liang (6'2 ft)

SFW

Not as obsessive as his brother, he's respectful. He loves you and he'll make sure you know it. He wants you to feel protected but not scared. Although he discourages you from fighting because he's scared that you'll get overpowered.

He's pretty self aware about his height but he won't make it your problem.

He LOVES it when you wear his clothes or any oversized shirt. He just wants to choke you with his chain and hug you until you can't breathe.

He likes to hold your face with both of his hands and just squish your cheeks. His hands pretty much cover your face. Oh and he doesn't mind carrying you everywhere he goes, it's embarrassing but if you want him to do it, he'll handle the teasing, as long as you're happy.

Does that thing where he just puts his hands on your face, grabbing your head like a basketball. He isn't really thinking about anything, he just does it sometimes. Also accidentally gained the reflex of having to crouch just to go face to face with you. Yes its a bit degrading but he'll snap out of it and go back to his normal position.

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The fact that you're so light and small compared to him makes it so easy for him to just pin you against a wall. He loves the sense of power that he has over you. You're so vulnerable and he could just defeat you.

To his dismay, he's pretty similar to his brother but much more merciful and less degrading. "So small, so weak, i could just break you"

He would tie you up with his chains and just let you warm up his cock, his big arms wrapping around your neck while he studies in his room. His hand would wander down, cupping your stomach or thighs. Feeling your head lean back on his chest while you beg for him to move.

In his mind, you're like a pocket pussy, a cute toy but he would never mention it. He has a filter but his mind does not. He would love to see you beg that he's too big, that it hurts, your hole not closing up after he's done with you, he wants to see it but he would never say it to you, its too embarrassing.

Your small frame when you go all limp after a session looks so adorable that he just wants to hold your hips down and use you until you're all loose and open. "I'll mold you into my shape, i need you to be mine" he pants out, biting your shoulder, he really is similar to his brother even if he denies it.

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #bi han #shao kahn #general shao #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang #scorpion x reader #scorpion #sub zero x reader #sub zero #mk havik #havik #havik x reader #bi han x reader #shao kahn x reader #general shao x reader

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magnetictapedatastorage · 2 months

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transgender activists: we're the good guys :) we're the biggest ally to gay rights!

a lesbian: if it isn't too much trouble... i'd like to have 1 (one) boundary in my personal life. the boundary is that i don't want to touch any penises ever, because i am not attracted to men... hopefully this is understandable to an ally like you-

transgender activists: of course its not alright you nazi bitch. either fix your disgusting predatory fetish for AFABs or fucking kill yourself

#b slur #gender critical #homophobia

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cock-holliday · 10 months

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Thinking about MLM transmascs who are seen as “fujoshis fetishizing gay men,” vs WLW transmascs who are seen as people who “would rather be misgendered than admit they have privilege” and are “invading” women’s spaces

But then you also have straight transmascs who are “stolen lesbians”

And it’s not like queer spaces want them to be ace or aro either so like…what exactly do you want from them?

Don’t tell me, I know the answer

#transphobia #transandrophobia

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ghostboneswrites2 · 2 months

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Virgin

Summary: Reader is a virgin. Daryl might as well be.

Alexandria // pre-Negan era ; established but unlabeled relationship

Super mild corruption kink vibes (if you squint) on both sides. Reader is a nervous wreck, Daryl is kinda clueless but charming, skilled, and smooth as ever.

This is long and I'm not sorry about it.

18+ MDNI || Warnings: slight age gap, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p-in-v, generally embarrassingly graphic and descriptive smut, drinking (not drunk sex), loss of virginity, profanity

Your hands shook as you filled two glasses with whiskey. Daryl would be over any minute. You had this date planned all week. Daryl was typically pretty busy with his bike or recruiting with Aaron, but he always made time for you when he could. Neither of you ever put a label to it -- boyfriend, girlfriend, partners, lovers -- it was all the same and those words never uttered from either of your lips. It just was what it was, and it made you both happy, whatever that meant. You did, however, often wonder what you really were to him. You liked to think he'd always choose you, but how could you know? You never would, not until it came down to an issue where you were a choice over something else.

You replayed your conversation with Rosita in your head all day, pacing nervously in your shared home with Rosita and Tara as you tried to rationalize how you would move forward with this newfound information.

"So, spill! How is it with Daryl?" Rosita asked curiously, drawing out Daryl's name with a sultry, mocking tone.

"Oh, things are good! He's coming over tonight, actually." You smiled softly to yourself.

"No, dummy!" She giggled, slapping your arm playfully. "I mean in bed! Is he rough? Tender? Does he have any weird fetishes? Is he a boob guy or an ass guy? I peg him for an ass guy but I could be wrong."

"Uh -- What?" You were stunned? In bed? You really never thought about that.

"Come on, don't be greedy! Share the details!" Rosita practically begged.

"Details.. Right. Well, there aren't any, really." You said slowly.

"What?" She gasped. "Don't tell me he's the vanilla missionary type."

"Vanilla what? No, I just mean we haven't really.."

"You haven't had sex?!" She gawked at you. "(Y/N), stop right now."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Men have needs, (Y/N). And so do we! It's the end of the world!" She shook your shoulders. "You gotta get your rocks off!"

Rocks off? What did that even mean? You weren't really that much younger than him. You were twenty when the dead began to roam the earth. But, you were a virgin then, and you were still one now. You never liked anyone enough to get so vulnerable with them. You heard the rumors at school when girls would give it up 'too easily,' or when the guys at your jobs would be snickering about a girl they slept with. What her boobs were like, how she sounded, all the flaws they found with her body. You just thought it would be so foolish to put yourself out there like that, to be one of those girls they were talking about. How could you ever trust someone enough to see and feel every part of you after all of that?

It wasn't that you didn't get turned on. You did, as much as anyone else. You just took care of yourself. Plus, it wasn't like the apocalypse provided many opportunities for your first time.. Or did it? Had you been missing signals? Passing by your chances to get naked with someone? Did he even want that? How would you approach it?

A knock at the door yanked you out of your thoughts. Oh god, was he there already? Was it time to get your rocks off?

"Hey!" You grinned anxiously at Daryl as you swung the door open. He noticed your nerves right away. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hey." He greeted. "Y'alright?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah." You waved him off.

"Well, uh, can I come in?" He asked. You realized you were standing there, blocking his entry, which you never did. You always threw the door open and walked away, allowing him to enter on his own accord and make himself comfortable. You internally facepalmed.

"Oh, duh." You chuckled as you stepped aside and shut the door behind him. "I poured us some drinks."

"Cool." He nodded, stepping over to the table where two equally filled glasses stood waiting. He grabbed one and took a sip.

You glanced him over. Clean clothes, no sweaty smell; he bathed for you. His eyes scanned you just as quick. He was a little surprised at your dress. It wasn't extravagant, just a floral sundress that fit you in all the right places,but you never wore dresses unless Rosita and Tara forced you for an event. You were more of a jeans and a tee kind of gal.

"Pretty dress." He complimented.

"Thanks." You blushed, smoothing your hands over it.

"Rosita make ya wear that for me?" He wondered as he took another sip.

"Oh! No. I just-- Uh.." You stuttered. God, why were you so nervous? He had to know something was up. You never struggled to talk to him. He was you dearest companion.

"Just wanted to look pretty for me." He concluded with a smirk. Your face felt like it was melting right off the bone.

You chuckled nervously and grabbed your own glass, taking a gulp, hoping to calm your nerves.

"Sure you're alright?" He asked again.

"Mm-hm!" You hummed with an eager nod. "I'm fine!"

He shook his head and swirled the liquid around in his glass.

"You, uh.. Find us a movie for tonight?"

"A movie..? Oh! Right! Yes." You hurried over to the coffee table where a copy of School of Rock sat idly. "Do you like Jack Black?"

"Mm-mm." He shrugged. "Think I've seen his stuff before."

"Oh! He's funny. My brother used to watch all of his movies. Did you know he had a band?" You rambled.

"Nah." He shook his head. "Didn't know."

"It started with a T I think. I can't remember what they were called." You went on as you bent over to set the disc in the tray and get the movie ready. When you turned around you nearly dropped your glass. He was standing right behind you. "Oh.." You breathed. "You scared me."

She studied your every feature, trying to figure you out. You were never a mystery to him. He liked that. You never seemed to be keeping anything from him, never had an ulterior motive. You were always a raw person. He never had to try and decipher you like he felt he had to with most girls he liked in the past.

"Why you actin' weird?" He asked in a low husk.

"Weird?" You squeaked. "I'm not--"

"Ya are." He argued. "Real weird. And you never wear dresses."

"I do wear dresses sometimes--"

"Only when someone makes ya.You don't ever gotta dress up for me. Ya know that."

"W-- I know, I just.."

"Then why?" He catechized you mercilessly. Your knees felt weak under the weight of this burden of nerves and unsureness.

"I just..." You were at a loss. How could you play this off? You decided to try your best with whatever your brain could muster for an excuse. You straightened up and crossed your arms. "I just thought it'd be nice to look good for you, Daryl Dixon. Is that a problem?"

He smirked a little, finding amusement in your sad excuse for confidence. He shook his head. "Nah, no problem at all."

"Good. Now, excuse me so I can get out movie started."

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About a half hour into the movie and you were still imploding. Was it time to make the move? How could you do that when you couldn't even bare to look at him? Hell, you two had never even kissed. You just... Watched movies, sat close enough to be touching, snuck off on forest strolls, you know, normal things. Or was that not normal? Were you supposed to have initiated something more by now?

He had been sneaking little glances at you the whole time, registering your faint expressions of worry. What was on your mind that had you so riled up? Had he done something? He doubted it. So what was it?

His arm that was outstretched on the back of the couch behind you twitched a little. He moved to play with your hair but you stood up abruptly. "I gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back."

You sped off to the upstairs bathroom and looked in the mirror. Your internal battles were written all over your face. He had to know something was up. Actually, you knew he did, because he asked you what was wrong like three times before the movie began. Shit, what now?

You took a breath and splashed some cold water over your face in efforts to ground yourself, patting it dry with a hand towel. Okay, (Y/N). It's time. Get over your fears and just make the move. As soon as you figure out what the move is, anyways.

Maybe you could just kiss him and he'd initiate the rest. That's how it works in the movies sometimes, right? Right. Exactly. You got this. Just go down there, and kiss him. No questions asked.

So, you marched down the stairs, strode to the couch, and froze, staring down at him with wide eyes as he sat there with a questioning gaze. Shit, what were you doing again?

"Everything alright?" He finally broke the silence that was somehow louder than the audio from the movie.

"What?" You asked, stunned, forgetting you had just stomped all the way down stairs and right over to him and then froze, blocking his view of the movie. "Oh, uh--"

He stood up just then, piercing blue eyes beaming into you.

"Y'gon' tell me what the hell's got your panties all in a wad or what?" He asked impatiently. "You're freakin' me out."

"I am?" You mumbled. "I just.."

Oh, screw it. You're backed into a corner, now. You only have one option. As quick as you could, you tippy-toed up and pecked him on the lips. You face turned red immediately. A small, amused smile crept up at the corners of his lips.

"All that just to kiss me?" He chuckled. "Didn't have to dress up for that."

"What? Uh -- Oh. Well, I.." You stumbled and tripped over your thoughts. It wasn't just to kiss him, and his reaction was not what you anticipated. Where was the movie moment? The fireworks and explosions? Wasn't he supposed to grab you by the cheeks and kiss you passionately and carry you to bed? What the hell?

"Ya what? Were ya that nervous? Thought I'd bite or somethin'?" He joked.

Bite? Is that a sex thing?

It was all too much. You were in way over your head. You had no idea how this was supposed to work. You felt nauseous, your face was numb, and suddenly you felt it rising from your gut to your throat. Was it vomit? Yes, but not the material kind.

` "Rosita said we should have sex!"You blurted, eyes wide like saucers as you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep anything else from escaping.

Word vomit.

Daryl was stunned completely. It took him a minute to process what you had said. He blinked.

"Rosita said what?" He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't listen to that. Don't gotta do that just 'cause she said. We can do that when ya want to, not when someone tells ya."

He turned around and took his empty glass back to the kitchen, shaking his head and trying not to laugh. It was admittedly adorable that the thought of going to bed with him would mess you up so bad all night.

You were still frozen solid with your hand over your mouth as he grabbed the bottle of whisky. You dropped your hand to your side and looked around for your glass. You picked it up off the coffee table and gulped down the last half of it. Just as he was starting to pour is second serving, you spoke up.

"I do want to."

He paused, peering up at you through his eyelashes without actually moving his head up to show you his face. He set the bottle down and thought for a moment.

"Uh, sex -- I mean." You clarified. Again, he tried not to laugh. There was no need for clarification. His deductive reasoning was very much adequate to handle such a statement.

He shook his head and poured his glass before he walked back over to you.

"Do ya now?" He asked quietly, eyeing you intensely as he took a swig. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Why did you feel so dry all of a sudden? He seemed to read your mind as he offered you a sip from his glass, which you gladly took.

"I do." You said unsteadily, failing to feign confidence.

"Ya sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" You raised a brow, crossing your arms. He took the glass out of your hand and set it on the coffee table.

"Ya been drinkin'."

"I'm not drunk."

"But it wasn't your idea to begin with." He pointed out. "Le'me ask ya.. If Rosita never said nothin', would ya even be considerin' this right now?"

You didn't respond. He had a point.

"Exactly." He confirmed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "We don't gotta rush into nothin' like that."

"I've thought about it." You blurted. Blurting was quickly becoming a habit of yours, you were learning. You gulped.

"Have ya now?" He smirked. He knew that already. Of course you did, just like he had plenty of times. You were both adults with desires. He wasn't blind to that.

"Uh-huh." You nodded slowly. "Every time I--"

Your hand slapped over your mouth again. What were you doing? Were you really about to admit that you fantasized about him every time you touched yourself?

"Every time ya what?" He raised his eyebrows tauntingly. "Played with yourself? That's okay." He shrugged. "Everybody does that and if they say they don't, they're lyin'. What're you supposed to think about? Ya supposed to count the cracks in the ceilin' or somethin?"

While he enjoyed the way you squirmed under the pressure of this conversation, he still wanted to make light of it. He joked to make it easier for you.

"Do you think about it?" You asked quietly. His face lit up a little. It was much more amusing when the spotlight was on you.

"I mean," he shrugged. "What else would I think about?"

You blushed. He thinks about you when he touches himself too?

"I dunno.." You shrugged sheepishly. "I just..." You realized how foolish and childlike you must have looked to him right there. You straightened up and held your head high. "Well, I want to."

"I don't think ya mean that."

"I do." You insisted.

He looked you over. He definitely wasn't opposed to the idea, but he was nervous. He had no idea what kind of experience a pretty girl like you would have over his drunken one nighters and failed attempts at relationships in the past. You never told him you were a virgin. After all, it never came up.

"Okay." He nodded. "Wha'd'ya wanna do, then?"

You faltered. What?

"What?"

"Wha'd'ya wanna do?" He asked again.

"Uh..." You glanced around the room. What did he mean? How many ways were there to... What? "I wanna... have.. sex?" You said, more as a question than a definitive.

"Uh-huh. But there's lots o' ways to have sex."

He plopped back down on the couch, glancing at the movie credits rolling behind you. He had a feeling you'd back out when you realized that you were in over your head.

"Um, I want to..." You waded through the marshy wetland of thoughts and memories inside your head, trying to recall every piece of erotic information you had ever known. What was it Rosita had said? "Vanilla missionary?"

He stifled a laugh. "Oh yeah? That's all?"

Well, shit, man. What the hell else did he want from you?"

"And..." You trailed off.

"Y'ain't ready for all that yet." He spoke up for you.

"I am too!"

"No, y'ain't." He shook his head, still clearly amused.

"I am! I just.... I need you to teach me." You said.

"Teach ya what?"

"I'm... I'm a virgin." You said just above a whisper. Wow, that was embarrassing to say out loud. He nearly choked. He was not expecting that. At least it meant you wouldn't have high expectations that he couldn't meet or something.

"Really?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "But, I'm an adult and I know what I want. So, show me." You demanded.

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After a long battle to get him there, you finally had him in your room. Both of you just standing there awkwardly in the dim light of a small lamp beside your bed.

"So." You began.

"Mm." He hummed, stepping closer to you, running a finger over your shoulder to brush the hair off of it.

"Do you... Wanna kiss me?" You asked. A small smile just barely spread on his lips. Of course he did. He just hoped he could make it as tender and special as you deserved.

He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips against yours, hovering there for a moment before he connected with them fully. Slow, sweet rhythm was what he aimed for. He wasn't sure how he was doing, but when he went to pull back and you followed him like a magnet, he figured he was doing okay.

He kissed you a little longer, hands resting gently on your sides to keep you steady as you swooned for him. If he hadn't been so sure he had to be the lead in this whole scenario, he would have melted into a puddle. Your lips were so soft, and you were just so damn sweet. He loved how eager you were for him. He just couldn't imagine taking advantage of you, which was why he made you walk in a straight line before he brought you up to your room. Just in case you had more to drink than he thought.

When he pulled away for real this time, you were desperate for more.

"Why'd you stop?" You pouted under your breath. He let out a soft chuckle.

"All in time, darlin'." He said as he guided you back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress and you sat down.

"Now what?" You asked. He considered your question.

"Lay down." He instructed softly. You did.

He crawled over you. Your heart began to pound. Was this it?

He leaned down into your neck and started planting small kisses along the length of it. You gasped quietly. It tickled in the best way. Your hands naturally gravitated to his chest, resting them against him. He trailed his lips down to your collarbone as his finger slid the spaghetti strap of your dress down over your shoulder to keep it out of the way. His kisses lined over your collarbone and all over your chest, at least the upper half. You laid your hands on his shoulders.

He hadn't even touched you anywhere significant but your panties were absolutely soaked. Your eyelids fluttered a little. Why did this feel so good already?

He went to tug your dress down to expose your breasts but he paused. He looked up at you. "This okay?" He whispered as his finger hooked the dress. You nodded. He slid it down and took a moment to admire the sight beneath him. You were braless. Your nipples hardened with the cold air. Goosebumps peppered over your supple flesh.

He leaned down and went back to kissing softly around the mounds of breast, one hand gripping gently as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked. You gasped audibly at the sensation, reminding him that he was doing things right. Your hips twitched as the sensitive nerves shot tingles all the way down to your your pussy. Your walls twitched.

He worked his way to the other nipple, earning the same reaction. He bravely nibbled ever so gently on the second one, pulling the tiniest whine right out of your throat. He smirked a little. So reactive, you were. He almost felt guilty, like he was taking some kind of innocence away from you. Something you could never get back, not that you'd want to.

His hands slid up your outer thighs. He looked at you again for permission. You nodded. He slid the dress up over your hips and started kissing and nibbling your inner thighs. You twitched and exhaled at the more sensitive spots, and when he got as close as he could to your panties without actually touching them, he pulled back and looked up at you. You were flushed and eager, and it was killing him inside. He smirked again and placed a quick little kiss over your panties, right where he guessed your clit would be. You gasped and jerked at the sudden pressure. He hooked his finger under the waistline of your jeans, again, glancing up at you for permission. You didn't nod this time.

"Please.." You whispered.

He was on top of the world. Hell, he owned the universe. You were begging him for something he had dreamt of giving you.

He slid your panties down your thighs and over your feet, tossing them to the side somewhere. He stared down at your glistening slit. You were already dripping.

He traced a single finger over the front of your pelvis, feeling the smooth, freshly shaved skin beneath his callous.

"Ya didn't have to shave for me." He whispered. You blushed.

"I just--"

"Shh. It's okay." He cooed, gently running that same finger down your slit with painful gentleness. Your mouth gaped immediately, eyebrows pressed together. You had touched yourself plenty, but it felt so different when he did it. So new. "All this for me?" He teased, holding up his finger coated in your wetness. You blushed again. He raised his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. You watched, helplessly infatuated with the dreamy sight below. Dreamy. Were you dreaming?

He lowered his face down, kissing softly over your lips before he finally swiped his tongue through your slit. You jerked and gasped, as you did for the next few seconds as he started to acclimate you to the sensation of his tongue.

"Relax." She whispered. You gasped again when his tongue glided flatly over your cunt, but you let out a shaky exhale and did as he said. You relaxed. When he felt you melt down into the bed, that was when he really got to work, flicking his tongue over and around your clit until he found a rhythm that you responded to. Your breaths and inhales slowly blended into a pattern of moans and tiny whines. He had you now, exactly how he needed you. Comfortable in bliss.

He slowed his pace then sped it up a few times, memorizing every reaction your body had to offer. When he stopped licking and started sucking on your clit, he slid a single finger inside you. If you were a virgin he was gonna have to loosen you up and get you ready. He wasn't one to gloat, but he was probably thicker than most, so he knew you'd need as much help as you could get.

You let out a moan as his digit slid inside you. That paired with the ache in your clit as he sucked at it was giving you visions of stars.

He got back to licking in little circles over your clit, slow at first, but then he sped up. He slipped another finger in, massaging your insides as your legs began to shake around his shoulders.

"Oh god." You breathed. You felt a buzz in your lower half, a warm feeling building in your lower abdomen. You were getting close, and he could tell. He wanted to make you wait. He wanted you to be as eager for his cock as you were for his mouth. However, he wasn't entirely sure he'd last that long. You were so tight around his fingers, convulsing and pulsating, and he hadn't felt the inside of a woman in a long time.

So, he took you all the way. He kept his pace with his tongue and fingers as he built you up, brick by brick, until you crumbled. It didn't take long at all. You shuddered and let out a loud moan, hips rocking against his face as you trembled and whined and rode out your orgasm.

It was more than you could have ever anticipated. Your fingers were nothing compared to what he had just done to you. You didn't think you'd ever recover.

He slowed down, just barely gliding his tongue over your clit and twitching his fingers inside you to ensure you rode out the full length of your high, only pulling away and slipping out when he was sure you were overstimulated enough.

Your chest was rising and dropping as you stared down at him and his wet mess of a chin. Your lids were heavy. He climbed back up to your face and planted a kiss on your forehead before he stood up off the bed and began to strip.

Oh, right, the sex part. You had forgotten entirely. Your eyes fixated on the bulge under his boxers. They grew wide when he slid those off, too, and the sight of his bare cock hit you. It was long and thick, and you had no idea how you were going to take all that. He didn't expect you to, though. He'd try of course, but he'd be carefully monitoring for any signs of pain.

When he climbed back on top of you, you stared up at him nervously. He leaned down and left little kisses along your jaw before finally resting his lips on yours. You ran your fingers through his hair as you kissed him back.

"Ya still want this?" He mumbled against you.

"Yes." You whispered.

He took your approval and looked down and guided his tip to your entrance. You bit your lip with anticipation when you felt the hard pressure of his head against you. He looked at you. You nodded. With that final gesture, he pushed the tip in. Your face contorted. He watched you as he pushed in a little more, and a little more, stopping when you whimpered.

"Y'alright?"

"Uh-huh." You squeaked.

"Y'sure?"

"Yeah. Keep going. I want you to." You insisted. Well, if you insisted.

He pushed in further, achingly slow until he bottomed out. When the base of his shaft connected with your pelvis, your eyes widened. You let out a deep moan. Your own fingers could neve stretch you that way, could never reach that far inside you. It was an entirely new feeling. You couldn't tell how you liked it just yet.

When you didn't protest, he pulled out and pumped back in, slowly at first, soft strokes, until your body relaxed and you were visibly acclimated.

When he was confident you could take it, that was when he sped up, fucking you harder and faster by the minute. Your body tensed up around him. He could feel your walls clench and pulsate around his cock. He was starting to think you might cum again.

He leaned into your ear.

"Can ya cum again for me?"

Your eyes glazed over, lids falling lazily over the majority of your vision. Between your moans and whimpering you managed to choke out the words; "I-- I think so.."

"Mm." He growled lowly. You gripped his arms tightly, tuning out every thought as you pictured his cock pumping in and out of you, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that you had no idea existed until that moment. A familiar warmth washed over you. Tension in your stomach built and built, until finally.

"Yes!" You gasped, as if answering his question again.

"C'mon, girl.." He panted. He was also terrifyingly close, teetering on the edge. He only held back in hopes he'd squeeze another orgasm out of you first.

A high pitched whine escaped you as your body buzzed, shivers crawling over you as you came. If your sounds weren't enough, he could feel the pulsation around his cock and he knew he was almost in the clear. He clenched his jaw, trying as hard as he could to hold it back while he fucked you through your climax. Eventually he just couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled out as fast as he could, groaning as he stroked and milked hot cum out onto your stomach. You were breathless and sex drunk as you laid limp on the bed, watching him. When he caught his breath, he leaned down and grabbed your panties. He used them to wipe you clean of your own juices and his, before doing the same for himself.

"Ya gon' make it?" He teased you in your incapacitated state.

"Yep." You said lazily. "'Cause I'm gonna need more."

He chuckled. "I need time to--"

"I meant tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day."

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Vivzepops fetishization of queer men and the lack of Sapphic content in HH and HB

I found it a bit dissapointing that Charlie and Vaggie had very little interactions that could be read as romantic or sexual, especially since they are the supposedly the main couple of Hazbin Hotel and have been together the longest out of most of the couples in HH and HB.

Of course having more casual representation is also fine but the most memorable thing about their relationship was the quickly resolved argument they had when Charlie found out about Vaggies past. I've seen different opinions about how they were handled as a pair.

I understand when someone says that they enjoyed a more relaxed couple with subtle, realistic interactions, interactions that are often overlooked just because both characters are female.

But I can also agree, that they were really not a stand-out couple (wich is weird since Charlie is the main Character) and that it was a bit dissapointing to not see a lot of content for them.

Now the main issue I found with this is that in Vivzepops stories there is a definitive lack of sapphic content. It sometimes seems like women are sexless unless they are with a man. But two men can be sexual and openly affectionate (romantically too). At first I didn't really understand why I felt weird about Chaggie as a couple, so I looked at all the implied/canon ships in Helluva and Hazbin (including past relationships).

Implied/canon couples between a man and a woman:

-Millie and Moxxie

-Blitzø and Verosika

-Stolas and Stella

-Millie and Chaz

-Beelzebub and Vortex

-Sir Pentious and Cherry Bomb

-Adam and Lute

-Lucifer and Lilith

Implied/canon couples between two men:

-Stolas and Blitzø

-Asmodeus and Fizzarolli

-Moxxie and Chaz

-Angel Dust and Husk

-Vox and Valentino

Implied/canon couples between two women:

-Charlie and Vaggie

Now please tell me if I missed any, but these were the ones I could think of.

Honorable mentions include Loona & Vortex, Blitzø & Striker, Blitzø & Chaz and Blitzø & Fizzarolli. But I didn't put these on there because they're either one-sided or don't have enough romantic content.

Now it's very easy to see the difference between representation for queer men in comparison to queer women in these shows. The only relevant (im not counting Background characters) Sapphic relationship there is, is Chaggie. And it's completely underrepresented when compared to the content the man x woman or man x man ships get (not to mention the total absence of gender-queer characters).

One of Millie's and Moxxie's jokes is that they're so in love, that they're almost always cuddling, holding hands, talking sweet or just straight up making out with eachother (I'll talk about Millie a bit later). Sir Pentious had multiple scenes dedicated to him trying to confess to Cherry Bomb or just crushing on her in general.

Stolas' and Blitzø's relationship has become one of the main topics of Helluva Boss and they get a Backstory and explicit aswell as dramatic scenes for them as a couple. The same goes for Asmodeus and Fizzarolli (except that their love isn't as important). Angel Dust and Husk get a song and part of an episode for their relationship to develop.

Here i'd also have to mention that by the list I made Vivzepop's fetish for queer men is very prevalent. Most of the couples between men and women are either past relationships or they get very little attention to them. The only ships that often get special focus, development or explicitly romantic/sexual focus are ships with two men (no matter if their dynamics are even good, healthy etc.).

Now for Millie there are different ways you could talk about her situation with relationships. In general I think that everyone can agree that Millie lacks Character and is a good representation for the neglect of the female characters. Most of her moments revolve around Moxxie in a way and she hasn't had precise characterization so far.

Millie's relationship with Moxxie is sweet and simple and is generally one of the better things about Helluva Boss (if you ignore Millies lack of personality wich really pulls the couple down for me). Now the Episode "Exes and Oohs" shows the mutual Ex of Millie and Moxxie. Chaz dated both of them and as we see in the episode affected both of them very negatively. At the start we literally see Millie freak out and destroy a bunch of stuff, just because she saw Chaz on the street.

Yet Millie's relationship with him is never explored further. All we know is that she dislikes him and that he's a giant asshole. Whereas Moxxie get's a whole Backstory and episode plot about him and Chaz. No focus is given to Millie at all even though Chaz is the ex of BOTH of them.

Another thing that I wanna point out is Millie's possible Bisexuality. Now im not so sure for this point because I couldn't find genuine confirmation on wether Millie is actually confirmed to be Bisexual or if it's just a headcannon. So take this with a grain of salt BUT if Millie is Bisexual then she perfectly shows how little Vivzepop cares about Sapphic representation. What does Moxxie get to confirm him as Bisexual? An ex of the same gender (also multiple explicit flashbacks with him), a whole discussion about his queer identity and a scene where he literally says that he's Bisexual. Moxxie is pretty good Bisexual representation in that regard.

What does Millie get? Nothing. Again I don't know if she's genuinely also Bisexual or if it's ever been confirmed but it'd also be pretty weird if Vivzepop apparently cares so much about queer representation and then doesn't confirm any female characters as actually queer.

I think a lot of people have talked about her blatant fetishization of queer men and I think that that's also mainly why I feel weird by the lack of attention on Vaggie and Charlie as a couple.

I sorta wish I could enjoy a more toned-down and realistic couple in these shows, but when I see that a ship like Vox and Alastor (wich isn't canon nor would it even happen since Alastor is Aroace) is talked about more than the actual main character's relationship I just don't like it.

There's so much more you could say about poor queer representation by Vivzepop (like the fact that she's fine with people ignoring Alastors Aroace identity, and the stereotypes etc) I mainly wanted to talk about the neglect of her female cast in terms of sexuality.

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zeijia · 8 months

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SEVEN DAYS A WEEK !!

info; you're a prostitute that works for a brothel, and here are your clients for today's week . . . ♡

featuring. ISAGI YOICHI, ITOSHI SAE, ITOSHI RIN

cw. Protected sex, prostitution/brothels blablabla, sae's butt fetish. Vaginal penetration, spanking, riding, doggy, oral, degration, praise, dumbification, yes rhe condom appears out of nowhere, lmk if i missed anyyy !!

1/2 . DAYS ; MONDAY - WEDNESDAY

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

what is it like being a prostitute? terrible. Most times, your customers would often be shabby old men who were divorced, they would mostly also have a disgusting aura that pissed you off, they seemed desperate to have sex with a cute looking woman who was younger than years, and by years, i mean many, many, years. While foreigners on the other hand, they were rather… unexpected. It's either they're really wild, or just super shy and kind. They were rare species nowadays, you hardly ever have foreigners to entertain. However, you knew they would also pay alot. Therefore, you would be in your best attitude whenever there would be foreign people. Adjusting to how they want you to be. Aside from all the pleasurable feelings some people describe your job as, you have always despised this job, but what was your choice anyway? You needed the money. Selling your own body just to have a meal on your stomach was.. well, it was something.

So, here's your week of entertaining clients. ♡

it was the usual, annoying and frustrating MONDAY. it was hard to get by on the first day of the week. You thought about the pain of going again to that shabby place, and having to spread your legs again for money. So, when you went in, you quickly got in the room where you were assigned, and it came to your surprise when a familiar boy's eyes landed on you. He was the customer for today.. but he looked oddly familiar to you. What was it? After observing him very very very carefully, you managed to figure out who the boy was. ISAGI YOICHI, Japan's diamond in the rough, current rising striker. Once that came in your brain to register, you blinked a few times. What was he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be focusing on his soccer career? Why is he-

"I want this one, madame. Can I have her?" Your thoughts were interrupted when he spoke, and you looked up, seeing him pointing at you. Your shoulders jolted slightly, as you looked over at the other girls who also worked as a prostitute- but they all seemed to be giggling and whispering on how you were lucky.

Lucky? In what way? To have sex with Japan's current rising striker? No, no matter how attractive nor popular he was, you still despised whoever came in this place. You thought Isagi would be the same like those foreigner athletes, objectifying women.

But oh, you were so so wrong.

"Th-that's it- haah..! Y're so- ngh, good, yoichi!" You moaned out, as Isagi's cock hit a spot in your warm pussy. You never expected that a guy like him could have such a massive length that basically could make a fool out of you.

It all started out when you took him in a private room for you two, he explained that he thought he could use some time to unwind after having his thoughts in a complete mess. He told you, you could lower your guard down around him, he wouldn't have sex with you right away. You were confused when he said that, why was he treating you this way? Wasn't he supposed to get all hard and needy? His behavior was unusual to you, maybe, he was thinking of you as a 'girlfriend.' You never expected him to be that type of customer, the type who gets too carried away and thinks that you two have genuine feelings for eachother. Despite that, you disregarded his words and gave him sweet nothings, murmuring sugar coated words to him and 'comforting' him with a hint of.. lust. You just wanted to get the job done, but never did you expect he would be a gentleman. Despite how hard you tried, grinding your clothed pussy on him, he would only get shy and look away, you had to tell him that it was okay, and that that's what you're working for. You had to remind him that you're a prostitute.

But regardless of all that, Yoichi was still such a softhearted man towards you. He didn't rush you, and took things slow. You had customers like these before, but he was well.. he was one of an awkward and shy boy, you had to take the lead.

So that's what had you ending up on his lap, bouncing down on his cock, holding onto his shoulders for support, and his hands on your waist. Your moans and whimpers echoed throughout the entire room, thankfully, it was sound proof. Occasional kisses would happen, and your mind went blank on Yoichi's cock. As much as you hated this job, you can't deny, you'll never fail to crumble upon a good looking, kind hearted, and respectful man. The more he respected you, the more you wanted him to disrespect you.

His massive length would reach spots inside you that barely any of your customers could do, and gosh, you had to be thankful for having to receive Isagi for today, going dumb on his dick is definitely helping you clear your mind for the start of a good week. that's for sure. But what about him?

Well, it seems like he chose the correct girl to have sex with, this was just what he needed to clear his heavy thoughts, your warm pussy sucking onto him for dear life, clenching and tightening on him made him almost lose his patience. He had a few hookups before with fangirls who didn't mind, but you? Gosh. He knew you weren't a virgin, but the way your pussy's taking in him, the way you'd moan out his name, your drool pooling out of your mouth, your ruined state.. it made you look like one. Yoichi was enjoying this. Your ass hitting his thighs every time you rocked your hips, your boobs bouncing and your sweet noises on how it feels so good, everything was just.. perfect.

"mmh- you like it, hah- yoichi?" you asked, your voice all breathy and needy for more as you pulled him into a quick kiss before he responded. "yeah, ah- i love it." he grunted out, kissing you again. You pulled away and gave him a slight smile before quickening up your pace once more, speeding up on his cock. You were near your release, and you just wanted to cum. Your pussy letting out erotic sounds each time you bounced on him, and you hugged him tight, feeling your orgasm take over you. "Yoiiiiichi!" you moan his name out, as you squeezed onto him.

It wasn't long till you heard a whimper from him, he came undone on the condom, your pussy was just too much for him to take. Isagi loved it, he loved how your pussy was still squeezing on his cock, he could joke about how it has attachment issues to his cock. Isagi thought, how good it would feel if it wasn't for his damned condom?

A few minutes of panting and gasping for air, your breathing synchronized, you looked up to him, with a cheeky grin on your face.

"that would be.. 20,000 yen, Yoichi."

TUESDAYS were your second least favorites. You never liked them. Tuesdays were the days a lot of clients would come, alongside with fridays. Why was that? Well, Monday's a pain, and by wednesday you'd start to get the kick of tiredness as if it is the middle of the week, so, Tuesday's a great day, right? What a pain in the ass, really.

That was when you were in a room with a guy named ITOSHI SAE. The room you two were in was themed, or rather- disguised, as a massage spa. So, you got in the attire in the room and did some slight adjustments before calling him in. This isn't the first time a client chooses a massage spa as a theme, it often comes with perks after all! A massage, and a hardcore fuck afterwards, so what's better than that? On the other hand, it would charge extra. And now you're here, giving him a back massage before things get.. heated. You talked to him slightly, but man, he was silent. You never really got silent clients- they would often compliment you or flirt with you. "This guy really is something, huh." you told yourself. You told him to lay on his back, and this was where the exciting part begins, where the real show starts.

your hands drifted up to his chest, then further down to his toned abs. your hand started to drop down a little bit further, slowly removing the towel covering his shaft. Your gaze met his, his face expression remained nonchalant as ever, his lips not bulging one bit. However, there was some sort of spark between the two of you. Atleast, that's how you felt. Not those romantic sparks, the ones that got your cunt soaking wet.

His teal eyes had a lustful hint to it, something that could easily make you fall to your knees. You gulped down the lump on your throat before fully removing the towel, exposing his half hard dick to you. He was big, his tip containing the cutest shade of red you could ever see. You stared at it, your heart racing as a thousand thoughts ran up to your mind. You wonder, what could you do with his pretty cock? Then, you heard a deep voice speak, bringing you back to reality. "What's the matter, why'd you stop?" The pink-haired man asked, looking at you. "O-Oh! nothing." You flashed him a cheeky smile before resting your head on his hip, and placed a finger on his cock. You noticed how it twitched, and it quickly came to full arousal. Sae on the other hand had a blush on his face, a low whimper was also heard from him with just a simple touch. You then took his dick on your hand, squeezing it gently before you started to move your hand around him, giving him a handjob. You pressed kisses on his tip and base from time to time as you chirped on about his cock, and how pretty it is. "your dick's huge..! I wonder, would it fit?" you chirped, a slight smile on your face was seen, "why don't we test it out, then? Yeah?" Sae got up, sitting on his bed, looking at you, causing you to stop your tracks on his dick. You looked up at him, and gosh, why was he so attractive for saying that? You quickly stood up and unbuttoned your blouse, removing the tight skirt you're wearing, disregarding both of them and putting it down wherever you could place them.

After what seemed like nonstop teasing from the both of you, your being fucked on your pussy, your ass slapping onto him, and you recieved spanks from here time to time. "You like it, don't you, you slut?" he leaned down and whispered to your ear, as he continued to mess up your pussy's insides. Gosh, your eyes were tearing up, drool pooling out of your mouth as you nodded enthusiastically at him. "Mmph- yes! haangh- a slut.. for 'ya!" you moaned out, and a smirk was on Sae's face once you admitted that yourself. "tch, how I love masochistic bitches like you." he commented, going back up and pulling your hair, causing you to jolt back up slightly before he let go of it, your face falling back on the pillow. "masochistic cocksleeves like you turn me on, so.. hngh- so damn much." he groaned out, slapping your ass once more, his hand basically causing a red mark on your ass. You whined at the sensation of it, maybe your asscheeks would go numb if he kept abusing it over and over. "No guy could ever fuck you like this, hm?" He queried. Now that was a different story, you didn't expect that, but your pussy squeezed on his cock as he hit spots you didn't even know were possible. Maybe it was a bit selfish to do so, you had fateful customers, but gosh this man..

you nodded your head once more, "mhm..! nobody- ah!" you stated out through your whimpers and whines, and Sae's grin grew even bigger, your words fed his large ego, causing it to grow bigger. "Atta girl." He praised you, speeding up, letting you reach your climax. "Come on, cum f'me." He encouraged, your hands fisting onto the sheets, your moans becoming louder and louder before your eyes rolled back to your skull, seeing stars as you orgasmed. His pace became sloppy and stiff as your walls tightened around him, and soon enough, he came undone, too. He pulled out of you, and your body was too weak to even lift yourself up, and your knees gave up on you. Making you plop down to the mattress. "So, how much do I have to pay?" He inquired as he took the condom off and threw it in the trash bin, you couldn't even mutter out an answer, you were still dumb from his cock. "Hmph, I suppose I'll have to ask the mistress down there since you're too fucked out to even talk." He commented before stroking your hair, and a sly smile was on his face.

WEDNESDAYS were when frustration would really kick. It's the middle of the week after all, so you'd feel less motivated today. But, thanks to your work, you can never rest. Though, luck has been on your side all through-out this week. You're paired with a tall guy, long front bangs and a laid back with the same teal eyes with the guy from yesterday. You wondered, could they be related? You asked the madam for his name before going into a room with him, and his name was apparently ITOSHI RIN. Bingo, your thoughts were right. They are related.

Except, you were curious as to why he was here. Maybe his brother told him? Who knows. Nonetheless, you're not gonna fill your mind prying into other people's personal life, you're here to entertain their sexual frustrations.

Your tongue swirled around his cock's base, as you sat on the fluffy and fuzzy floor, he was sitting on the bed, his hand on your head. He was more difficult than the guy yesterday, he was silent, too. Low grunts and groans heard from him, yet he was shoving your face down to his cock, forcing himself all the way down your throat. You tried to pull yourself out of his possession, somehow, you can't. You don't even know why you tried. Unprotected oral was your guilty pleasure, you loved whenever a huge cock like his would abuse your throat and get your cunt all wet down in your panties. You just adored whenever your mouth was used, just like this.

You almost gagged when heavy spurts of cum flooded your mouth, and as he pulled his dick out of your mouth, it still came rushing and dripped down to your cheeks. If you looked reaaaallyyyy closely, you could see a smile on his face.

Despite this, he hardly even uttered out a word to you, and that made your face frown. "What's with that look, doll?" He questioned, confused on why you seemed unsatisfied. "You aren't gonna praise me, not at all?" you questioned, resting your head on his thigh. "Ah.. so this is what it's about," he paused, thinking of what to say next. He never would've expected prostitutes would be so.. expressive? Or maybe you were just a special case. Nevertheless, Rin took it himself to agree on your 'request' and placed his hand on your hair, gently stroking it. "You.. you were amazing." Shyly said Rin.

You gave him a smile, your eyes sparkled as you got up. "aren't I a good girl, Rin?" you probed, "ah.. yeah, you are." He sighed, before you got up, then walked towards the bed as his eyes stayed locked to your figure. You laid down on his bed, your back arched as you stretched your arms out, then sighing and resting down on your back, your hands on top of your head, as you spread your legs for him. "hot take, girls get suuuuupeeeer wet when you praise them." you joked, but hello? the sight of your soaked panties underneath your short skirt got him all riled up again. You could see how his dick got hard once more, slapping against his abdomen. "So? Wanna have a taste?" you teased him, and surely you got a reaction out of him. "I'll put you back to your place."

Dear, he was oh so correct. Your wrist being pinned up on your head with one hand, as he pounded on your pretty pussy, you looked down to see the erotic view that was happening, you could never get tired of this. Your pussy taking in a cock so well, how badly it turned you on, and ofcourse, it turned your dearest customer on, too. He then leaned forward, attacking your neck as he pressed a kiss, trailing down to your collarbone, and down to your right boob. His eyes looked on yours that were fully in a haze, your eyebrows furrowed and you were close to crying from the pleasure. You heard a groan from him after looking at your expression, and then attacking your nipple.

His tongue licked your areola, drawing circles on it, and teasing you by slightly biting your nipple. "D-Dont..! nngh- ah! I'll.. i'll cu-ah! cum early if you do!" you cried out, as he teased your nipple once more. He didn't respond, and continued to toy with your chest as his other hand was massaging your other boob, squeezing it and rubbing it. He was rather a contrast to his relative from yesterday, he was abusing your breasts. "Then cum already, princess." He breaths out, before going back to your nipple, this time, he was on your left boob. You couldn't take it anymore, "ah- fuck! cumming, cumming, cummi-nghhhh..!!" you moaned out, before you orgasmed, a heavy one. Your orgasm spilling down onto the bed sheets, as he let go of your hand letting you rest down as tears rolled down your eyes. After a few more thrusts of his cock down on your cramped pussy, he came undone on the condom. He pulled out after his very own high, and resting his head on your breasts that he was abusing just earlier. "i'll pay later, you're so.. cute." he said in a low tone, looking away from you, yet his head still rested on your boobs. You chuckled at him, and gave him a pat on the head. "Alright. You're cute too, Rin."

notes; OKAY SO THIS WAS ACTUALLY REQUESTED IN MY INBOX JUST A FEW DAYS AGO BUT I DIDMT HAVE MOTIVATION TO WRITE BACK THEN SO IM SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING QUICK ENOUGH ANONNN TT im not really knowledgable on these stuff like brothels <\3 anyways, who should I do next for thursday, friday, saturday && sunday TT

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