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viviaj · 9 months
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“don’t be a fucking bitch,” matsukawa issei, for the third time tonight, has a dumb bitch underneath him. he shoves your body further into the mattress, “just let me do this.”
you’re burning while issei’s large hand presses down on your back like a brick, his other hand trying to guide his big cock into your tight hole.
feeling him push you open is like fucking hell. “it fucking hurts you piece of shit,”
“you talk so sweet to me baby,” he pushes the tip in, and the pain and feeling of it all has your voice getting caught in your throat, “yeah? say somethin’ nice now,” he bends down beside you, “talk sweet to me.”
he knows what he does to women. and he doesn’t really care.
he goes to push further in and you instinctively jerk forward, “wait, wait. just let me—”
“holy shit, shut the fuck up.”
your face falls into the pillow as he pushes all the way into you. a groan melts from his mouth at how you feel around him, “fuck. yeah that’s good.”
he’s moving in and out of you; like a fucking vice to him, “worth the bratty mouth.”
“fuck you.” it’s meant to come out with more anger but it sounds pathetic next to him.
he’s quiet
he’s quiet while he fucks you like you’re a little tool to get off with.
matsukawa issei knows that he hurts women, and he’s a sick pervert that enjoys it.
a sickening guilt builds in your stomach as you think and think and think and think and
“does it hurt?”
you want to tell him no. you don’t want him to have the satisfaction that it does hurt. that all you can feel is his cock, and his hands.
“yeah,” you cry out pathetically, “it hurts.”
“i know.”
it’s so pathetic. because he didn’t even have to ask in the first place. but watching you, and hearing you subject yourself to him, is fun.
this is fun to issei. and that realisation is awful.
his cock pulls out of you, face next to your cheek, “let’s put this somewhere else, okay?” his thumb hooks into your mouth, pulling at your cheek, “right here.”
you were in for a long night.
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switchingdesires · 1 year
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Building your Bimbo personality:
Intelligence is about 50% genetic and 50% environmental, that’s why it’s important for you to create an environment for yourself, where your mind can really starve thrive in. We’ll start out with your hobbies and interests and we’ll cover more minor things some time else.
Much of this is based on a simple garbage in garbage out principle, if all the input your brain get’s is silly nonsense, you shouldn’t be surprised, if the output won’t be of much intellectual significance either. The second core principle of this is use it or lose it, if you stop using those silly brain wrinkles of yours, you shouldn’t be to surprised, when they eventually go bye bye forever, since maintaining them would just be a waist of energy for your body.
All of this also plays an important part in your impression management, when someone tells us they’re interested in philosophy and politics, we’ll perceive and treat that person very differently from some who’s main interests are make up, shopping, going to the gym and travelling. This impression alone will make sure, that people will perceive you as less competent and they’ll be less likely to be interested in your „opinion“ about serious topics, which will further starve your mind from any material that might cognitively challenge you (Well anything will become challenging to you at some point, but that’s another story).
So let’s get started with your new hobbies:
1. Makeup: this is essential for any good bimbo! Watch lots of makeup tutorials and follow a bunch of beauty influencers and other cute girls and put yourself on journey to become better eye-candy. The constant exposure to all of those perfect girls, will also help to keep your ego in check, as a cute side effect.
2. Shoes & Fashion: start with upgrading your selection as much as possible and talk about them, to let everyone know this is something you’re totally into… Post about cute shoes and outfits you saw online, frequently mention how cute a certain outfit of you looked with certain shoes, reblog posts with cute shoes or clothes and compliment the poster or just talk about how cute they look.
3. Astrology: This one is just amazing, not only will your constant babbling, about how much of a gemini thing this or that is, make you look totally ridiculous, this also serves as an excellent chewing toy for your intellectually starved mind, keeping it busy with illusionary connections and false complexity, preventing it from engaging in any deeper analysis. Make sure to always ask people about their sign, when you’re talking to them for the first time, get overly exited over their answer and tell them how this or that of something they did is like sooo typical for their sign. Post about your horoscope and frequently reblog posts you finde hot and explain why thats is like totally such a thing for people of your sign to be attracted to that. The really adorable aspect about this is, that the human mind is so desperate in it’s search for connections, to understand the world and make predictions about the future, that you can easily fool yourself into actually perceiving the world like that, especially when considering your total lack of engagement with any intellectually stimulating content.
4. Reality TV: start watching shallow reality shows as your primary source of entertainment, this will also help in keeping your mind from engaging with topics that aren’t appropriate for your silly girly brain. You’re allowed to watch more complex things though, but only if they contain a hot actor and you’ll get yourself horny and edge, before watching, to make you’re more focused on the important things. Your discussion about the movie will always be limited to how cute certain actors looked, any plot related questions will always be answered with something like: „uuum yeah… like… I didn’t really geeet that part? You know?“
5. Edging: Most people probably wouldn’t consider this a hobby, but it will be a very important one to you, making you more docile, submissive and desperate, while constantly keeping your mind clouded in a cute pink fog of horniness. You can still allow yourself to orgasm, at the beginning, but eventually this should become totally of limits to you, unless you’re specifically allowed to. Frequently post about your edging sessions, since they’re such an essential part of keeping you dumb and desperate, and publicly keep track of your latest orgasm, while gradually increasing the time in between them.
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hauskate · 2 years
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Zack x f reader who went out of town for a weekend and when she gets back its needy rough sex time? 👉👈
HELL YES. Anon you are making my night. ♡
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Weekend Getaway [ Zack x Fem!Reader ]
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Pairings: Isaac (Zack) Foster, Implied Female Reader
Description: "Business" has kept you away for too long and your second boss doesn't approve. *Cough Cough* Porn with a plot *Cough Cough*
TW: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Dom Zack, Sub Reader, Fingering (Fem), Scissoring, Pet Names, Daddy Kink, Choking, Degredation, Breath Play, Praise, Wall Sex, Doggy, Pinch of Overstimulation, Clit Fucking (?), Why Tf Do I Always Write At Midnight-
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"Honey, I'm home~" Your sweet words echoed down the hallway.
They reached your partner's ears, his silhouette showing up in the bedroom's doorframe. "Y/n?" He muttered. His voice was course, almost as if he'd been sleeping.
"Where's my hug?" Arms outstretched, you tilt your head in confusion with a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"
There wasn't a moment of hesitation before warm hands wrapped around your tiny frame. Head rested into the crook of your neck, Zack let out a sigh. "Of course I missed you, dumbass..."
"Then what's wrong?"
At first when he pulled away you were nervous, but the next moment had the heat building in your lower region. Strong hands gently made their way down your thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine. "It's been days. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 since I've felt you. Seen you. Touched you..."
Your moans only spurred him on. "Zack.."
"I need this. You need this. Just- fuck- just let me... Let me touch you. Let me feel you.."
And of course you told him yes. Well, the best you could muster with his body pressing you firmly to the front door. His kisses moved up to your lips as both hands ripped off your shorts. Yes, you'd just gotten them. Did you care? Not in the slightest. His hand dipped into your panties, one finger sweeping past your folds and pushing into you without a second thought.
"How the hell do you get wet so fast... Such a good fucking doll for me."
Without slowing down, his other hand slipped under your shirt. He didn't rip it, but broke the kiss for only a second before going in for your neck again. Your bra was unclipped and allowed your breasts to make themselves known to him.
"Damn gorgeous is what you are. So fucking gorgeous for me. Only me. Isn't that right, doll?"
He added another finger, hitting your g-spot harder and harder every time. Mouth taking on an entire tit, his teeth gently rubbing on your nipple.
The pleasure was getting unbearable. It was coming, you knew it. "Y-yes, Daddy. Daddy keep going please! I'm so so close~"
He knew it, too. The nickname had him growing harder, his erection hurting at this rate. Both fingers scissored you over and over, your back arching slightly.
That is, until they stop completely. A wimper left your lips at the loss of contact. He didn't leave you long, though, before removing his boxers and your panties in the matter of a moment. His dick swollen and hard, you knew it to be thick. Had he prepped you enough? Usually it took an orgasm or two to prep you.
One hand on either side of your hips, his dick gingerly met your clit. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"
You couldn't muster a reply, words tumbling against each other.
He pulled it back, taking you off the door and throwing your fragile body onto the couch like a ragdoll. You couldn't process anything before he was behind you, flipping you over so your ass was wide open for him.
"Now, doll, didn't I ask you a question?" He asked, voice deep and one hand on the back of your neck.
"Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy. I'm such a slut, Daddy."
"Who's slut?"
"Yours, Daddy."
You couldn't see him, but his smirk was growing by the moment. His heterocromatic eyes rested on your figure, drinking in the sight.
"Please, Zack." You cried out underneath him. "Please just fuck me. I don't care anymore, just fuck me..!"
"Good girl."
One swift movement was all it took. He didn't stop, didn't let you get used to it. His finger rested on your clit, small tight circles opening you up for him. The other hand rested on the back of your neck, barely leaving enough room for air.
"Such a good fucking doll. All for me~"
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© hauskate, anon i hope i did you justice ! lmk if anyone wants a pt2 :)
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dmanix2 · 11 months
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tinfairies · 1 year
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I love Aemond, but I also wanna make him cry. I wanna belittle him and call him a useless fuck toy, smack him around the room and tease the fuck out of him. I just wanna abuse him until he's crying and begging me to stop
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lovinglaughter · 10 months
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A Ticklish Interrogation Pt 2
A few minor trigger warnings in the tags, stay safe lovelies!
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"Wait a moment." They stop, surprised.
"Are you... Are you enjoying this?"
No. No no no.
You try to deny it's to play it off.
Your cheeks burn, giving you away.
And then... the surprise turns to amusement.
And then a smirk forms on their lips.
"Well," They remark, and their tone makes you squirm.
"Isn't that precious?"
They attack again - hands all over your body, on That Spot and more.
Leaving you shrieking, squealing, laughing, cackling.
"Does this feel good? Being tickled like this?"
"Or do you just like being helpless for me?"
"Maybe you're just a pervert~"
They test these phrases, watch your reactions,
And latch on to the one(s) that fluster(s) you more.
Nononono!
You beg. Finally breaking what you've worked so hard at.
Please, no more.
"Maybe if you tell me just how ticklish you are?"
Anything but that.
You'll take the tickling, the pain of before.
Just please stop talking.
Stop telling them how ticklish you are,
What spots make it worse or better for you.
Stop trying to make you admit that you are that:
Helplessly, deliriously ticklish.
Stop pointing out how your body is betraying you,
Revealing how you love all of this even more when they do.
"I'll talk!" You give in.
They find more Spots. More places to make you scream.
To laugh so hard you fall silent,
Only to launch back up with a screech.
"Please, I'll tell you everything!" You try again.
They finally,
Finally,
Stop.
"See, I've been thinking about that."
Your heart sinks. Another part of it rises in anticipation.
"The information you have is all well and good,"
"But honestly? I'm having much more fun like this."
"So, I think I'll just keep going for a while."
"Who knows, maybe you'll have something more to tell me."
"Or something new to beg me for." They wink.
Oh God.
Oh no.
Oh Yes.
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honeybear-yammy · 2 years
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Naughty Girl | Rafe Cameron
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Warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, cheating, rough sex, choking kink, degrading kink
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader
Summary: In which Y/N sleeps over at Sarah's house but, one innocent sleepover turns into so much more when Rafe shows up.
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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You and Sarah were sitting on her bed gossiping. Talking about anything from boys to people at your school. “So.. wanna watch a movie or something?” Sarah tilted her head as she sat up. “Yeah sure, what genre?” You asked. “Uhm.. horror duh! It’s a sleepover, get your head in the game y/n.” She joked nudging your arm and chuckled.
“Right.. right.. sorry.” You laughed. Sarah chuckled and you two looked for a horror movie to watch on Netflix. “How about IT?” Sarah asked looking at you. “Sure works for me.. but we are missing something.” You looked around. “Hmm.. oh snacks!” Sarah laughed and got up.
“Yes that’s it.” You chuckled and got up too. You both made your way downstairs into the kitchen. “You girls having fun?” Ward asked. He was sitting at the kitchen table reading something. “Yeah.. it’s always fun when y/n is here.” Sarah chuckled. “We’re going to watch a horror movie as usual.” Sarah said grabbed two soda cans from the fridge.
“Oh alright, just don’t get yourselves too scared to sleep.” Ward chuckled. “We won’t dad.” Sarah chuckled looking for a bag of chips and you were making the popcorn. “So y/n, how have you and your parents been?” Ward asked looking to you. “We have been good, my dad’s business is thriving so.” You smiled. “Oh that’s great!” Ward nodded. As the three of you were chatting while making the snacks, Rafe walked in.
“Well girls.. I’m going to head to bed, have a good night and as I said.. don’t get yourselves too scared.” Ward chuckled putting his book down on the table and walked out of the kitchen. “We won’t!” Sarah yelled as he went upstairs. “Even if you did.. I could always hold you y/n.” Rafe said leaning against the door frame.
You rolled your eyes. You loved coming to Sarah’s place but the only problem was Rafe. He always either hit on you or insulted you. The two of you did hate each other but he would never pass a chance to hit on you. He’s openly admitted to thinking you were hot. You secretly did think he was hot too but you would never say that to him, you couldn’t. Sarah would not like the idea of you two becoming an item either but honestly, as hot as Rafe was, you didn’t enjoy that fantasy either.
“Oh my fucking god Rafe, stop hitting on y/n every chance you get!” Sarah snapped at him. “What? She’s hot, I can hit on who I want Sarah so fuck off.” Rafe said. “Well.. I’m not interested, you hate me anyways, but I hate you too so.. not going to happen.” You fake smiled at him. Rafe rolled his eyes and you discreetly bit your lip. You had to admit the way he rolled his eyes was… so fucking hot.
“Okay that’s everything, ready y/n?” Sarah asked. “Yup, ready.” You chuckled. You helped Sarah take the snacks up to her room, pushing past Rafe on your way by. “Bitch..” Rafe mumbled. You and Sarah made it to her room placing all the snacks down on her bed then you turned out the lights and watched the film.
~After the movie ended~
“Holy fuck that was scary..” Sarah laughed. “I- we have seen this movie before though, didn’t scare me.” You chuckled but, you were lying. You admit it did spook you a bit. You and Sarah laughed then chatting about the film a little then.. Rafe ran into Sarah’s room and scared both of you making the two of you scream.
“I- YOU BITCH!” Sarah yelled throwing her pillow at Rafe. Rafe laughed. “Aw.. did I scare the poor girls?” He fake pouted. “Fuck off Rafe.” You mumbled. “Whatever.. I’m going to shower before bed.” Sarah said getting up with her pajamas and towel and walked off into the bathroom. Rafe stood in the door way.. eyeing you.
“Can you stop staring at me.. pervert.” You mumbled. “Y'know.. you’ve been a real brat tonight y/n.” Rafe glared. “Ok and? What are you going to do about it.” You sat up. “Glad you asked.” Rafe said as he grabbed you arm and pulled you away into his room. “I- Rafe! What the fuck?! What are you doing?” You yelled slightly as he pushed you onto his bed.
“You want to be a little brat? I’ll just have to fuck that bitchy right out of you then.” He said as he got on top of you and put his hand around your throat then kissed you harshly. You were shocked.. but you enjoyed it and you kissed back, melting into his touch. Rafe started to kiss your neck, surly leaving marks when you trailed your hand down to his crotch palming it.
“I- mm.. you’re a little slut aren’t you? So desperate for my cock.” Rafe said as he pulled your hand away then tugged your pajama shorts off. You whimpered. “Tell me that you’re a little dirty slut. Say it!” Rafe said as his grip on your throat tightened. “I’m a little dirty slut.” You moaned out. “And who are you a slut for.. Naughty Girl.” Rafe said. “Just for you..” You said.
“Good girl.” He said as he spanked your wet pussy, making it even wetter now. Rafe roughly tugged off your panties then chuckled. “Mm.. look at that pretty little pussy.. it’s dripping.. so fucking desperate for me to fuck the shit out of it..” Rafe smirked. “Just fuck me already Rafe..” You whimpered.
“Beg for it.” Rafe said. “Please Rafe.. please fuck my pussy.. I’ll be a good girl..” You whimpered. Without warning Rafe thrusted into then started pounding into you, still keeping his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned out loudly, the room was filled with the noises of moans and skin slapping against skin. “Mmm.. you like that?” He said hitting your g-spot.
You couldn’t even form words at this point. “Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend? I know I do.. tell me a fuck you better than my boyfriend.” You moaned out still not being able to put together words. “Say it! Use your slutty mouth and tell me I fuck you better!” Rafe said slowing down a little. “Fuck yes Rafeeeee… you fuck me way better!” You moaned out.
Rafe smirked. “Good girl, open.” You opened your mouth and Rafe spat into your mouth then you swallowed. “I- I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out. “Beg me to let you cum.” Rafe said. “Please, please, please let me cum Rafe I- fuck please!” You moaned out, you could feel a knot growing in your stomach. “Cum for me princess.” Rafe said as he pounded into you extremely fast and rubbed your clit at a rapid pace.
You moaned out his name and clenched around his dick before coming all over his cock. Rafe pulled out and moved to your mouth stroking his dick. “Open.” You opened your mouth as he stroked his cock fast then he came in your mouth, his cum also getting all over your face. Rafe took his cum off your face with his fingers and stuck his two fingers in your mouth. You sucked his cum off your fingers.
“Don’t think I am even close to being done with you y/n. Now get back to Sarah’s room before she notices you’re gone.” Rafe said. You nodded and pulled you panties and shorts back on and ran out back into Sarah’s room then sat on the bed. You tried to make yourself look like that never happened as Sarah came out of the washroom. “You ok y/n?” Sarah asked with a chuckle. “You seem a bit flustered.” She said. “Nope. I’m fine.” You chuckled and shook your head.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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u know that thing wrhere peopel always write trans guys as the bpttoms? yeah I wanna take a guy who genuinely believes that and prove them so fucking rong.
i wanna make hims fucking shaoke on my strap and beg for yit. if rhes not crying then I'm not doing itn right. I nned him so fucked out he cnat even think steight and all he cna think abt is how full he feels. wnna call him a good little fuckslut and keep going even after hwr cums. overstim that dukb bitch unitl he either pasees out or tells me he needs ot stop.
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viviaj · 6 months
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tw / medical kink, cnc, VERY DUBIOS, drug use, medical malpractice, CNC, cnc, cnc
shirabu does not have a favourite patient.
but if his colleagues asked him which of his patients he wanted to fuck, that was an easy, easy answer.
it was a relaxed discussion amongst colleagues, the sleazy ones at least, about who they wanted to stick their cocks into the most. the ones they’d do right there, on their table, no shame.
the really annoying thing is that shirabu has shame.
too much shame in how horny he gets around you. so much shame in how hard he gets in his slacks. so much so, he snuck in some anaesthetic for your appointment.
shirabu was no anaesthesiologist.
he knew the malpractice he was committing. he knew what harm this could do to his career; but he didn’t care.
shirabu thinks about his work mates talking about fucking their patients’, and he’s already half hard in his pants, the sight of you lying on his table sending him into overdrive.
the excuse comes out half-stuttered, something about not wanting you to feel any pain.
you flash him a pretty smile, “i trust you, doctor shirabu.”
and oh that sends a pang into his chest.
after a previous measly 40 minute research into anaesthetic, he injects it into you. he watches you, eyes not leaving each others. it’s like you know, he thinks to himself. he feels sick.
it’s too late to feel any guilt.
shirabu watches your eyes flutter close as he’s unzipping his pants. he thinks he’s going to explode as he’s delicately placing his hands over your chest.
“fuck,” he glides his thumbs over your nipples, “fuck, maybe you are my favourite.”
you’re so gorgeous like this, he thinks as he’s tilting your head towards him.
“oh, i should’ve done this sooner,” he slides his cock into your mouth, hissing through his teeth, “oh, fuck.”
his cock pushes into your throat, and shirabu’s hips buck towards you uncontrollably, oh fuck, he actually can’t breathe with how good you feel.
the realisation with how ‘gone’ you are, sparks him. he could just… push as far into you as he wanted. what was stopping him?
“fucking christ, fuck,” his balls slap against your chin, physically not able to go any further, “stupid girl, fuck, you’ve got no clue what’s happening, huh?”
he wants to cum down your throat, make you swallow him but he can’t. he doesn’t want to hurt you that bad, doesn’t want to make you choke to death.
he thinks about how often he’s wanted to cum on your face, decorate you with himself. and then he thinks that he can do whatever he wants right now.
with that image floating in his mind, his cock pistols in and out of your mouth right before he spills, pulling out, “fuck, shit. oh my god,” he groans while his cock rubs against your face, “so fucking pretty now. whore,” his cum comes out in streaks, over your cheeks, across your nose, above your eyebrow. you look perfect. he wants to stay here looking at you.
four flashes from his phone, 2 photos of your face, 3 of your tits, and one of him squishing your cheeks together. you’re so pretty.
he was so not telling his colleagues about this one.
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closettedsubboy · 1 year
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I’m wearing an XL Hoodie accompanied by panties, and it should be a crime that nobody is pinning me against the wall and placing their leg between mine so I don’t escape.
P.S. After some kisses, groping, and degrading comments. I’ll become too needy and weak to even fight. I’ll get lost in your eyes as I pathetically hump your leg, moaning and whimpering begging for more. 🥺🥵👉🏻👈🏻
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boyishbloo · 6 months
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tw: light cnc, light overstim, degradation, dumbification
id love for a switchy powerbottom trans girl to teach me how to dom.
i walk into her in draped across the bed in lingerie. she smiles while instructing me to strip down. slightly confused, i do what she asks. with one leg out of my pants, i see her tap her hip twice.
“straddle you? oh! uhhh… ok!”
i’m all too happy to do exactly what she wants; beaming like an idiot settling down onto her. she’s so pretty, and she’s wearing my favorite blue underwear that she usually sticks in my mouth during playtime. she’s looking me up and down. it feels like she’s sizing me up, and i slowly realize that’s exactly what she’s doing when she asks me to pull down her panties for her. i nod eagerly and hook the hem of the lace with my finger. my hands take either sides of the thin material and pull it to her thighs and off her legs. her girlcock springs up and i look at her expectantly, waiting for orders. her hands ghost my hips,
“don’t give me that pathetic look. you always bottom; it’s my turn. sit.”
i freeze up. i’ve never topped anyone before and have no idea how to make her feel good. she lets a few seconds pass before intensifying her gaze. i swallow hard and lift myself from her thighs and try so settle onto her, but i’m almost convinced that i’ve never bottomed out with her before as i can’t seem to get my hips flush with hers.
she pulls me down sharply and i let out a whimper. i instinctively grip down on her soft stomach, leaving a trail of darkened scratch marks. she feels so, so big. when i finally meet her eye, she’s glaring at me expectantly. again, i swallow hard and try to begin.
i start bobbing up and down and try to focus on keeping my noises to myself as she begins to grind upwards. again, i find myself gripping her to tight. she instantly sees the look on my face.
“don’t you dare apologize for that. i can take you’re weak little clawing. you’re a dom now puppy, so where’s you’re pillow talk?”
oh god pillow talk.
“uhhhh-ah- you look so-mmm- good under me- hah!”
it’s humiliating seeing how i can barely utter out anything, and i can tell now that i’m reaching my peak way before she is. i try again, tripping over my words as her cock twitched deep in me.
“god, you’re such a stupid mutt. you can’t top me just once, puppy? i’m too much for you to take? you’re so pathetic when you get like this”
now i’m hardly listening as i begin chasing my own high on her dick. my back arches as i pick up my pace. i forget to hold back my own sounds as i’m only clouded with the thought of how deep she is in me and how her hips feel so, so good on mine.
eventually her teasing gives way to moans, then whines, then begs. she sounds so pretty when she tells me i’m doing a good job, to not stop, that she’s almost there. I don’t notice, though. I can feel her twitching in me and suddenly her warmth spreads from my stomach to my boycunt. i clench down hard and ride out my orgasm well after she’s done with hers; she claws down my thighs as i continue to grind on her until i’m done.
i crumple down, eyes glazed over, panting. i have to place my hand on her torso to keep myself upright. she tells me between pants,
“oh angel you did it! that was wonderful. you did so so good baby”
again, i don’t hear her as a feel a familiar want in my cunt. i’m really trying to listen, but my mind feels fuzzy and her girlcock nestled in me is really hard to ignore. i begin to bounce again. now i hear my girl telling me to wait, i feel her weakly pushing me off, but i’m able to muster just enough strength to push her hands down. she’s bartering and pleading with me, offering to take me in her mouth or try a new toy she’s been keeping for me, but i’m only listening for her moans in between words. at this point i’m a needy mess, drooling on her stomach and shaking from the exertion, but i’m also the dom. doms break pretty things; she told me that, and i have a very very pretty thing underneath me to break. i’m on top, and i get to use her dick to make myself as dumb and fucked out as i want! yay domming!!
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gojo-mochi · 4 months
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toxic!shanks makes my brain go brrrrrrr (teaser below) (tw degradation) (light smut)
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