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eroslove88 · 11 months

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Ok I've never done this before so I hope it'll go well :)

But uh could you please do something with mommy kink Raiden Shogun, Ganyu and Shenhe forcibly breastfeeding their bratty sub? I really like your writing style so I look forward to it but if you're only able to do one please do Ganyu thanks again and good day/night 🙏

Lactation Kink + Bratty Sub. (Gn reader!)

Warnings: Noncon, lactation kink, mommy kink, power dynamics, slight yandere, small use of electricity and implied kidnapping

Note: I LOVE DOMINANT WOMEN!!! They have my heart and soul. Cocogoat Ganyu headcannon.

Shenhe *¨*• Cold *¨*•

You're shorter than her and much warmer than her. She's cold- not she really is. Her cold hands forcibly grab your jaw and her other arm snakes around your waist cradling you in a position where your mouth is being shoved onto her nipple.

It's already leaking due to the forced stimulation of your tongue, she never liked noisy people and she never took you as the talkative type. She hated people who complained when things were going fine, she didn't see the need in you cussing her out. So if you wanted to do something with your mouth she gave you something much more important to do. You recoiled when her nipples started leaking beads of milk, in disgust you tried pulling away but that's when her nails dug into your jaw shoving forcing your lips to wrap around her leaky bud.

Your protests were muffled by her breast, "M-Mommy, swop" your words slurred by the fat in your mouth, she only shushed your meaningless words by shoving you deeper into her chest. Her heart was beating you fast from the thrill of your squirming body. Shenhe is not as vocal as you are, she let's out small noises. "That's right, be good for mommy" she whispered between heavy breaths.

Ganyu ♡ Delusional ♡

Ganyu is typically patient and she doesn't understand why you're throwing tantrums and being rude to her. She's just trying to take care of you. Ganyu is soft and she's not trying to hurt you, "It's ok, mommy's going to take good care of you" just like a child she thinks you're hungry after barely stimulating her chest she looks for you, "What the hell are you doi-" her hands gently squish your cheeks together, "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Mommy's here" the next thing you knew you were trying to fight off the adeptus while one of her hands squishes her tit.

Milk fills your mouth and you almost gag at the warm liquid. "It's just like goat milk don't worry" she reassures, "Swallow it baby" she purrs as your tongue tastes her sweet milk and your lips latch onto her dripping bud.

She whimpers at the sensation of your warm lips. Her hand moves down to coerce yours to milk her full breast causing warm milk to gush into your mouth and down your throat. Your watery eyes look up at her weary face when she releases her fluid.

"It's ok sweetie drink as much as you need" her breaths labored. When you gargle a groan, "Swallow baby, you're going to choke" her hands still squishing your cheeks making some of her milk drip from the corners of your mouth.

Raiden Shogun ☆ Cruel ☆

Ei knows what she is, but she doesn't like to be reminded of it constantly. Besides, she's your god. You're supposed to do as your told and not talk back to her with such a horrendous attitude.

Rough hands wrap around hair, she shoves her breast deeper into your mouth as you sob against her. "You've been so bad to your mommy" she growls her free shocking your sensitive nipples. She's dissatisfied with you performance so your tongue swirls around her nipple, small drops of milk drop into your mouth as you desperately suck at the enlarged nub. "That's it make mommy feel good, suck it dry sweetie" she demands.

Your tongue pitifully laps at the dropping pearls, "Don't drop any" you don't, it's not like you can; your mouth is practically full with a quarter of her boob. Shocks make you cry out into her bust and you frightfully slurp at her core saliva dripping down your chin in an attempt to satisfy her.

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s1l4s-l1k3s-t0m4t03s · 14 days

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can i be human again please i feel like a creature and im trapped in here

i ate the human inside this body long ago

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alast4r · 15 days

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𝙇ᡣ𐭩𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

“𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴...”

It killed me, the floorboards creaking, the deathly silence when I was all alone. All I wish is for your presence, why was this happening to me? It wasn't likely for me to do. All it took was three nights and I fell for you, those lovely November days haunting me for good. The golden rays of the sun falling onto your skin as my hair got caught in such wind, overhearing a nearby choir playing such a melancholic melody. But now, I wake up in the morning you'd be gone. Mourning, trying to hold on to the memories of your lips, the sweet taste. What have you done to me?

Chapter 1

As she paused for a fleeting moment, her gaze was drawn to a strikingly handsome man who had quietly approached her. His tall, slender frame exuded a certain elegance, his side-swept hickory brown hair adding to his charm. But it was his captivating crimson red eyes and his cunningly keen smile that truly captured her attention."Hello, dear," he greeted with a polite smile, extending his hand toward her. "I apologize for this unexpected encounter, but I noticed you left your clip on the table at the cafe earlier." In his outstretched hand was her forgotten hair clip, a small but thoughtful gesture that caught her off guard. "Thank you, I hadn't realized I had left it behind," she replied, taking the clip back with a hint of surprise in her voice. As her hand brushed against his, she felt an unusual sensation—a fluttering in her chest, a rush of warmth, and something else she couldn't quite place. The mention of the cafe triggered a memory, and she suddenly recalled a sense of being watched earlier. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't resist asking, "Excuse me, were you the one who kept looking at me while I was there? I felt someone's eyes on me for quite some time, but it stopped when I left. He paused for a moment before responding, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I apologize if my admiration made you uncomfortable. I simply couldn't help but admire such beauty.” With a gentle touch, he took the clip from her and secured it back in her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear in a gesture that sent a shiver down her spine.“I know this may seem too forward, but may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"”he inquired, his gaze steady and sincere. After a moment's hesitation, she shared her name, and he took her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before gracefully stepping away, “What a lovely name, then until we meet again..” Leaving her in a state of bewilderment. As she watched him walk away, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—flattered, intrigued, and slightly dazed. With a deep breath, she continued on her walk, the encounter lingering in her thoughts.

As you made your way through the bustling streets, your mind wandered back to the encounter earlier that day. The man's unexpected appearance had left you both bewildered and intrigued. Yet, as the reality of the situation settled in, you shook your head, dismissing it as frivolous nonsense. Marrying a man you had just met was out of the question. With a determined sigh, you refocused your thoughts on your own affairs and continued on your way. An hour later, you found yourself standing before the grand opera house. Just as you were about to enter, a sudden gust of wind blew, catching your hair and causing you to open your eyes. And there he was, the man from earlier, standing before you with the sunlight casting a golden glow upon his skin, dazzling you once more.

With a smile, he greeted you, "Well, I was feeling impatient to see you again, my dear, but I'm surprised to find you here again!" You stumbled over your words, flustered by his sudden appearance. "Ah, what a surprise to see you..." you managed to stammer out, realizing that you had never learned his name during your previous encounter. "I'm sorry, but it seems I never caught your name earlier," you said, hoping he would offer it this time. He laughed, a melodious sound that seemed to dance on the air. "Hah! Well, I don't recall throwing it, my dear!" he replied in a joking manner, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Sensing your slight confusion, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, causing you to smile. "Now, now, don't frown just because of a joke, my dear. It's Alastor." The name sounded odd to you, as you had only ever heard of the name "Alistair" before. However, you found it strangely captivating. "So, Alastor, are you here to watch the opera as well?" you inquired, trying to regain your composure. He nodded, confirming your assumption, and then casually draped an arm over your shoulder. "How about we go watch it together, Mon Cherie?" he suggested, his offer made without a hint of hesitation. Surprised by your own actions, you found yourself accepting his offer without hesitation. Why were you acting this way? Why were you allowing a man you had just met to touch you so casually? It was unlike you, but there was something about Alastor that drew you in. As you took your seats, you couldn't help but notice the whispers and murmurs around you. Alastor seemed to be a figure of interest, though you couldn't quite place why. As the choir began to sing, their voices filling the opera house with a hauntingly beautiful melody. The melody was melancholic, weaving through the air with a bittersweet grace that tugged at the heartstrings. It started with a soft, mournful violin solo, its notes lingering in the air like the echoes of a distant memory. The piano joined in, adding a haunting depth to the piece, its somber chords resonating with a sense of longing and nostalgia. As the choir's voices rose, the melody swelled, filling the opera house with a sense of sorrow and beauty intertwined. The harmonies were rich and poignant, carrying the listener on a journey through sadness and solace. Each note seemed to linger, hanging in the air like the delicate threads of a spider's web, fragile yet enduring. Overall, the melody was a masterpiece of emotion, evoking feelings of loss, yearning, and hope all at once. It was a testament to the power of music to touch the soul and stir the heart, leaving a lasting impression long after the final note had faded away. You found yourself captivated by the music, your heart swelling with emotion. Glancing at Alastor, you caught a glimpse of a smirk playing on his lips, as if he knew the effect the music was having on you.

As the day drew to a close, Alastor bid you farewell with a genteel charm that left you feeling both flattered and pleasantly amused. "May our paths cross again, my dear," he offered, his tone carrying a subtle warmth that lingered in the evening air. Your response was equally lighthearted, a chuckle accompanying your words as you echoed his sentiment. "I too hope for our paths to intertwine once more, Alastor." With a wave goodbye, you turned to walk away, a sense of joy and intrigue following you like a gentle breeze, his parting words seeming to linger in the air around you as you made your way home.

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meandamovie · 11 months

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a tear just fell down my leg

#roman partizan #roman hors #masked men #coquette #pinterest #blog #tumblr diary #i love you #715 team #tw delusion

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 4 months

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Glad to meet you! I would like to request How would Yandere! Self Aware Hollyberry Cookie act learning about The Baker

Request: Yes

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: yandere Hollyberry Cookie, delusions

Type: Yandere/Self Aware

Hollyberry Cookie was pretty shocked when she realized that she was in a game. She had to grapple with it for a long time. Knowing that her friends weren't real, and she was just a part of a larger game messed with her for a bit.

It put her down for a while, and it messed with her how no one seemed to notice. Their code not really cognizing that she's become sentient.

However, what makes up for it is you. She hasn't said much to you, not that she can, but she can tell that you're kind. You treat each of the Cookies on your team with care, and make sure to give them the best toppings.

She's always on your team, and always hears you cheer them on during a battle. While the others don't notice, she does. It means so much that you care.

She latches onto you. You're the only real thing now in her life. She makes sure to come to you time and time again, giving you her soulstones. It costs less to level her up. She deals massive damage.

She doesn't want to lose you. Please don't leave her. Hopefully, one day, she can show you just how much she cares.

#cosmos constellations #yandere x reader #tw yandere #cw yandere #tw delusion #cw delusion #yandere crk #yandere crk x reader #yandere cookie run kingdom #yandere hollyberry cookie #yandere hollyberry cookie x reader #self aware au #self aware cookie run #self aware crk #self aware hollyberry cookie #self aware hollyberry cookie x reader

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ikamigami · 3 months

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Love and pisseace for everyone <3

#i'm not sorry #at all #lmao #sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #sams meme #tw delusion #tw psychosis

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grantscherubs · 1 year

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belphiesreverie · 1 year

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may i request platonic yandere ace & deuce headcanons ? (because they've been on my mind rent-free 24/7)

Yes ofc!!! I love those two idiots sm 💕

I did them separately but if you’d like some with how they are together then just lmk!

(Omg I feel so rusty w my writing so sorry if this doesn’t flow well 😭)

TW: yandere behaviour, gaslighting, delusional thinking

Platonic yandere Ace is like the sibling that teases you all the time, but anybody else caught trying to make fun of you is dead (although literally this time)

He’s got absolutely no tolerance for anyone even lightly poking fun at you and has no qualms with starting an argument with them right then and there

Even your friends aren’t spared from him, anything that could be considered even slightly mean is met with ridicule from Ace, and he knows how to hit them right where it hurts

It’s a very isolating experience; none of your friends want anything to do with you because they feel like they’re walking on eggshells trying to avoid setting Ace off

And on the other hand, Ace sticks to you like glue but is of no comfort at all. His little jabs used to be teasing and playful, like any other sibling banter would be, but over time his digs seemingly got more and more personal

He used to joke about how you’re stuck with him because you suck at making friends, but now he insists that the reason you’ve only got him is because you’re so unlikable that everyone else can’t stand you

And the more he repeats those mean ‘jokes’ to you, the more you start to believe what he says and stop going out of your way to try and meet new people. You’ve got Ace, what other friends could you need?

And when you stop trying to do things that Ace makes fun of you for like making new friends or going on dates, Ace stops making fun of you for it

It’s a win for both of you; you get the cheery Ace who only lightly pokes fun at you every now and again back, and Ace gets to stay your only friend

Deuce on the other hand is like an overprotective brother and helicopter parent rolled into one

He vets any friends you have, making sure they’re genuine and aren’t just trying to use you and he has to know all of your friends and when you want to hang out with them and what you’re up to

At first you felt grateful, his scrutiny had saved you from a couple of bad eggs who didn’t have the best of intentions, which is why you let him carry on and waved off any concerns

But when his questions to your friends start getting a bit too invasive and he starts intimidating people who he personally doesn’t want you to hang out with, it’s already too late

Your initial enabling of his behaviours led him to believe that you needed him to do this, that if your friends couldn’t handle a little scrutiny or warnings then they weren’t dedicated enough to be your friends, that they didn’t care about you as much as he did

And everything you say to him goes in one ear and out the other, he knows you better than anyone else, maybe even better than you know yourself, so of course he should know what’s best for you and those ‘friends’ certainly weren’t it

You let him get away with too much because he was your best friend and you trusted his judgment, but the trust had gone straight to his head and blinded him

And now you don’t have anyone else you can turn to because of your ‘guard dog’s’ reputation, nobody wants to get to close for fear of getting bit

It’s alright though, right? You have Deuce and he’s all you could ever need in a friend. Just let him keep looking out for you, it’s what he does best

#twst #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #ace trapolla x reader #yandere ace trappola #deuce spade x reader #yandere deuce spade #gn reader #gn s/o #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw manipulation #tw delusion

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traumatizeddfox · 2 months

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have this overwhelming fear God wants me to kill myself

#tw suicide #tw self harm #tw God #tw delusion #tw religion #tw death #i feel like he wants me to die for me to be happy

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criminalprobs · 4 months

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Like bro

#delusional #schizoaffective #psychosis #tw delusion #delusions #schizophrenia maybe #slay #carousel collective

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xxstargirl27xx · 1 year

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considering ending it

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thelunarsystemwrites · 9 days

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Marshmallow dust.

This is the crap I drew @ant1quarian

this... is Marshmallow Dust. A weighted plushie designed specifically for mental health reason. The plush is... semi sentient??? Nightmare had it designed after a bad episode Dust had.

While soft, it feels like dough. Huggable but kinda heavy, it can be hugged abd out on your chest for compression therapy.

The plush does what it deems best for its current owner. It can walk around and do tasks, suck as cook (if it can find a way to climb onto the counter) and will make sure you eat properly.

It has a glow feature, as it's intended to accommodate for fears of the dark, or being alone.

(TW: the next part talks about mental health and the plushes use for preventing things like s/h and bad eating habits!)

It will do anything in its power to prevent its owner from anyform of S/H, and will alert any contacts if it believes it's owner is a risk to themself (In this case, Dust) and it cannot prevent it.

It encourages other coping mechanisms from smoking, and will steal cigarettes and throws them away.

It can be annoying, but it's doing its best. It's just doing it's job. Nightmare is the one alerted if the following happens:

Dust has caused bodily harm to himself on purpose.

Dust has refused to eat or drink for over 24hrs.

Dust has refused to sleep for over 24hrs.

Dust is exhibiting symptoms a panic attack, hallucinations, delusions, high anxiety, or if requested.

Dust is a threat to himself or others.

Requires any other sort of help.

Dust wants to hate the plush, but, he keeps it in his room when he sleeps and just let's ot help him.

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alast4r · 11 days

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Don't cry over spilt milk

You never anticipated in this downfall, not in the slightest. Life in Hell had been perfect, with your fame as a renowned icon in a powerful tech company and the esteemed television overlord as your significant other. However this idyllic life crumbled swiftly, akin to the fleeting nature of his affection and your once impeccable reputation. Cast aside, you found yourself back on the unforgiving streets.

Soon enough, you found yourself standing at the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel, a place that had piqued your curiosity. As you entered, it met neither the lofty expectations nor fell short of your worth. It was, in fact, quite decent. What truly caught your attention was a familiar face—Angel Dust. You had encountered him frequently, particularly at the studio. Sometimes, you even engaged in conversations with him. To your delight, he recognized you, making you feel right at home. He quickly became a great friend, someone with whom you could freely vent about work and your boss.

Beyond Angel, the other residents were equally delightful. The princess, Charlie, was as sweet as sugar, perhaps even overly so. Her partner, Vaggie, stood out as the vigilant guardian of the hotel. At times, you couldn't help but envy the bond they shared. Sir Pentious and the bartender, Husk, proved to be enjoyable drinking companions. And then there was Nifty. Despite her potentially dangerous nature, you couldn't help but find her endearing.

The one who truly captivated not just your attention but also stirred your deepest desires was none other than Alastor. Despite the rumors circulating about him, often not of the most flattering nature, particularly from Vox, whose disdain for Alastor was palpable, you found yourself drawn to him. Vox's warnings to steer clear only piqued your curiosity further. However, upon laying eyes on Alastor, you understood why he elicited such strong reactions. Alastor was, without a doubt, the most captivating specimen you had ever encountered in all of Hell. Why in the seven sins have you been fucking a short tempered dick, what did you even find in Vox? That flat ass tv head who placed more attention to that boy toy of his than you. With Vox out of the picture, you saw a chance to start fresh with someone who treated you right. Alastor, despite his questionable reputation, showed you a side that made your heart race. The idea of getting back at Vox was just an added bonus. Alastor's attention and care made you feel special in a way you hadn't before. This new chapter with him felt like a breath of fresh air.

And aside from the princess treatment, he had a knack for satisfying your deepest, naughtiest desires..

As you settled at the bar counter with Sir Pentious and Angel, Husk quietly polishing up a bottle nearby, you continued to vent about your ex. The dimly lit bar provided a cozy ambiance, the soft glow highlighting the glasses and bottles behind the counter. Sir Pentious listened intently, his eyes glinting with curiosity, while Angel leaned in, his attention fully on you. The scent of alcohol and old wood filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of camaraderie and shared stories. Husk glanced over, his expression one of mild interest, as you animatedly recounted the latest antics of your ex, each word dripping with a mix of frustration and amusement. “I swear that flat face fucker is too much of a pussy bitch, who in the fucking hell still uses condoms if we can't even reproduce oh well, his dick isn't even much of an entertainment I tell you.” Angel chuckled at your mocking tone, finding humor in your description of such a powerful being. Sir Pentious, however, seemed uncomfortable with the explicit nature of your rant, and Husk, always a man of few words, simply grumbled in response. “You seem rather fixated on him, darling,” Alastor's voice, smooth as silk, cut through the conversation as he appeared behind you, leaning in close. "But I assure you, there are far better options than that. Trash belongs in the bin, not in your thoughts." You nodded in agreement, taking a sip of your cocktail. "Absolutely, Alastor. You're a far superior man compared to him," you replied, though the lingering doubt in your voice betrayed your true feelings. As Husk refilled your glass, you downed it quickly, hoping to drown out the longing for your ex that still lingered in your heart.

Alastor chuckled, his arm tightening around your waist as he teased, “I love you, Mon Chére, but I can't trust your words just yet.” Confused, you tilted your head, only to have him take your wrist and whisper into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine, “Why don't you join me for a night broadcast?” You found yourself agreeing, unable to resist his allure.

As you both settled, you realized there was only one seat, and Alastor patted his lap invitingly. Feeling flustered yet intrigued, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you onto his lap. With your arms securely around him, you peppered his face with kisses, eliciting a chuckle from him. He then grabbed a script, his focus shifting, while his free hand began to caress your thigh.

You couldn't resist the e overwhelming urge to feel him closer. Your hands roamed his body, feeling the contours of his muscled, the warmth of his skin. As the kiss intensifies with your tongues dancing along, so did your desire. You wanted more, needed more, bigger.

He responded in his kind, his touch electric against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, each touch and caress made you yearn for more.

Your love and lust was ineffable, you were ebullient, filled with exuberant joy, as Alastor was dazed by your pulchritudinous, breathtaking beauty. “Oh my dear, aren't you just so enrapturing~..” You exhaled a deep, heavy breath, feeling a surge of desire as a trail of salivary fluid lingered, connecting you even after your tongues parted ways. You then started to pepper his neck with fervent wet kisses, lost in the moment.

Suddenly, you paused, laying your head on his shoulder and mumbling underneath his skin, "Why did Vox abandon me? Am I not worthy of his regard? Now, all is lost.." Alastor emitted a quiet groan, brimming with irritation, as he grasped you by the head and gently directed your gaze to meet his own. With a tender caress of your cheek, he reassured, "Oh, my dear, there's no use crying over spilt milk.." As you sniffled and felt the sting of tears, he swiftly formulated a plan, orchestrating his shadowy machinations to surreptitiously place a radio device within the confines of VoxTech. "Now, my dear, I pledge to you: I am the superior suitor.." You both chuckled, the laughter mingling with the warmth of your lips meeting his. You drew yourself closer to him, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

Aroused by his words, he gently tugged your skirt down, deepening the kiss with a hunger that stirred a longing moan from deep within you.

Heat spread across your body as he slipped a finger inside you. His fingers thrust into your wet core, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You gasped and moaned as he pumped in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit while the other hand gripped your hip.

You felt the hard bulge pressing against your thigh, his clothed erection straining against the fabric. Your body responded to the pressure, your pussy growing slicker and more sensitive.

He unbuckled his pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal his throbbing cock. His tip teased your entrance before he pushed inside you, hitting that sweet spot immediately.

Your body trembled as he slowly pushed into you, his throbbing cock stretching your slick walls. Guiding you as he held your hips firmly with each deep thrust.

He suddenly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He slammed you down onto his desk, his cock plunging deep inside of you.

Meanwhile, within the confines of his dominion, Vox's attention was finally drawn to the persistent presence of the radio, a nuisance that swiftly kindled his ire. Commanding his minions to eradicate the offending device proved futile, heightening his frustration to a simmering boil. As the air thickened with tension, the anticipated broadcast commenced.

Unperturbed by Vox's mounting vexation, Alastor maintained his composure, seizing his cane with a flourish. Addressing the escalating situation with a sly smile, he declared, “Well, well, well, hello there, old chum! I've concocted a splendid surprise just for you.” With deliberate grace, he positioned the microphone near you, capturing every delicate whimper and breathy sigh that escaped your lips.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over, moans echoing to his microphone.

“Fuck Al~..Hngh! It's too much~..Oh~! Keep thrusting~..”

As the melodic tones of your ecstasy filled the airwaves, Vox stood in his domain, his demeanor shifting from surprise to seething rage. Beside him, Valentino, with a sly smile, couldn't resist a jab at his expense.

"Well, well, well," Valentino chided, "it seems your little dove has found a new perch. Quite the scandalous turn, wouldn't you say?"

Vox's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. "Shut the fuck up, Val," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "This is none of your concern."

With a knowing smirk, Valentino replied, "Oh, but isn't it? After all, it's not every day we get to hear such... passionate performances."

Ignoring Valentino's taunts, Vox focused his fury on Alastor, plotting his revenge with each passing moment.

His hips jerked forward one last time, his cock throbbing inside you. His cum filled your pussy as he moaned your name, your clit had felt all puffy and swollen but satisfied into such pleasure.

"Ah, my dear," Alastor chimed in, his voice laced with amusement, “why waste your thoughts on that banal television buffoon? Has he ever offered you the sweet nectar of his affection? I highly doubt it.”

You were left in a state of bliss, utterly satisfied and unable to spare a single thought for your ex. Alastor chuckled softly before addressing his microphone once more, “I trust you found our little performance enlightening, my old friend!”

The radio disappeared with a snap, leaving Vox to stew in his anger, his outburst filling the room. "FUCKING WHORE!" he bellowed, his rage palpable.

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