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sorry i haven’t been active!! life has been nuts and seasonal depression is hitting so i haven’t had much time to rp
but i promise i’m still here! hopefully i’ll be able to write soon
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It’s bring your kiddo to work day so you decide to bring your younger gf in with you for the excuse of having her under your desk choking on your cock during the meetings. Shhh baby, daddy is on the phone.
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god there’s something about the idea that getting pregnant is my job that drives me crazy. i like anything where for any reason i have to get pregnant, especially if i then just keep getting knocked up. i love the idea of being in a harem, or being like a ritual breeding bitch or a surrogate or some sort of repressed wife desperate for children. literally anything where my job is just getting fucked and pushing out babies.
#let my men breed ur women#( good for my heart but bad for business : desires )#( emails i shouldnt queue )
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the demented man watches as the girl unravels the GIFT he got for her. his cock grows in his hand with each instance of surprise by his prisoner pet. he slowly strokes himself, LOVING that she discards the clothing; it's proof that his work is paying off. "my bunny." he chirps, proud of how far she's come—how he can finally see her be HAPPY. it was always torture to see how unhappy she was in her past life. now all she needs to do is be his stupid little bunny—hungry for his cock—and she'll know true NIRVANA.
when she crawls back up, logan directs her by holding onto her neck and slides her back onto his lap—her spot. "i'm happy to help baby." her daddy whispers, kissing her lips sweetly as he slides her even more into him so she can feel his RAGING cock slide against her folds. his kiss is sloppy and wet—still used to the violent ones he always gave her when she was more... hesitant.
logan proudly takes the plug, the very one that he selected just for her, and quickly SPITS on the metal surface, so that it's lubed up a little before he does anything. his other hand reaches around her body and between her ass cheeks to gently tease her hole, getting it ready for him. "i love you." logan promises. "are you finally happy here?" he asks, his tone a little SAD with the things he had to do to get her here—but he promises that it's for her; it's for THEM.
his finger softly circles the ring of her asshole, while the other hands slowly pushes the plug through to replace his ministrations. putting the tail in her felt like he was claiming her for life—as if it were their version of a wedding band. the wrist bands and ears being her wedding dress. he feels how EASY her ass takes the tail, like it was made for her.
dove didn't understand what had caused her to become the way she was. had the change been something subtle? had it happened over time? she had no idea but she could see that what she did made logan happy. that had been her main goal ever since the first night in her home. she remembered how scared she had been but she realized that she needed to keep him happy to survive. now she felt like it wasn't just that anymore. a whimper escaped from her but she nodded," i'll say whatever you want me to say." part of her worried that she hadn't proven herself to him if he was still worrying about what she might say to people.
she almost felt like she was floating as his finger moved slowly, steady. her fingers were grasping at his shirt but she knew she had to wait for him," you promise?" she didn't fully understand why she felt so happy. before she could get lost in her head, he was telling her his plan," am i..staying up here now?" though she was surprised at the mention of a gift. of course, he had been taking care of her in his own way since she was there. the blonde was very confused by the fact that he wasn't just using her the way he usually did when he came home. though she knew that nothing about their night was routine.
her head turned to look towards the duffel bag that he motioned towards. shivers shot up as he pulled his finger from her," daddy," she whined, but she knew she was going to listen. she forced herself to take a breath before she went to climb from his lap. the blonde had no idea what to expect, she never did with him. she went to kneel in front of the table to begin to unzip the bag. her eyes widened as she began to rummage around inside of it.
the nickname instantly made sense as she pulled out a pair of bunny ears. they were white and attached to a headband. there was a plug with a matching tail and some matching wristbands. she realized that he was giving her clothes as she also pulled out a silk pajama set. she lifted it up to stare at it for a few seconds. only to drop it and she carefully put the headband on. the wrist bands went on next and she glanced towards the plug," i'm your bunny now, daddy!" she shifted around to face him, gasping as she realized he had removed his own clothes. eagerly she crawled towards him but held the plug out," will you put this in for me?"
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♡ OLIVIA RODRIGO guts world tour premiere
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"aww..." ozzie's tone both comforting and DEGRADING. he knows she likes it—the more he reduces her to a mindless slut, the more she can be thoughtless and FREE from the stress of her daily life and the thoughts that worry her. his hand SLAPS her ass to keep her present and centered, focused on how he makes her feel physically. without their paddles the spanks sting his palms a little, though it only serves as the CONNECTION they share.
"good girl... use master's cock to clear your pretty head." when she pulls him in for a kiss, his hands GROPE her ass, squeezing as hard as he could to let her body feel the rush of pain from her sensitive skin. "i know, baby, i know. it's so hard to be without master's cock for so long," he continues, kissing her again to show that he's HERE.
"but you did a good job." ozzie tells her, moaning as he feels how TIGHT her pretty cunt is around his cock. he pulls back only to move his hands from her ass to her neck, pushing her away from him, only so he can WATCH her body as she moves. he knows it's torture to keep her lips off of him, to make her feel distance between them, even with his cock in her. but she looks so BEAUTIFUL when she's in her natural state.
her body is DRIED with his cum from last night and her makeup is a mess. if only the world saw what he saw—an exhausted pet who is HAPPY with her position in this world. the grip on her neck is tight, only choking her as much as she pushes herself forward to get closer. his eyes scan her body, from her tearful face to her bouncing tits, then to the way her hips slide up and down on his cock. "show master how much you need him, kitten..."
alessia never wanted to be one to complain, especially to ozzie. she knew how much pressure he had been under. it was why she hadn't pouted and thrown a fit the previous night. everything had been different because he had been forced to address the crowd while showing off their love. she was lacking the marks that normally decorated her tiny frame.
the moans that came from her were non stop. she was unable to stop herself from smiling at what he promised," thank you, sir." a gasp fell from her as his hand swatted her ass. the familiar sting hitting her as she moaned. her eyes drifting shut as she continued to force herself to move. she was beyond eager as she kept trying to bounce up and down his cock. her own fingers digging into him as he switched between slapping her ass or groping her," please, please, don't stop, don't-oh fuck!"
she barely nodded as she lifted her head in order to pull him into a kiss. her tongue seeking out his as she moaned into his mouth," want-want it," she choked out," please, nee-need you to use me...all day, love you so much!"
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MEGAN THEE STALLION on the tonight show with jimmy fallon .
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SYDNEY SWEENEY Saturday Night Live (2024)
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MADISON BEER | Sydney (2024)
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ARIANA GRANDE R.E.M Beauty (2021)
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♡ SABRINA CARPENTER vogue
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OLIVIA RODRIGO at the GUTS World Tour Film premiere (October 25, 2024)
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OLIVIA RODRIGO at the "Olivia Rodrigo: GUTS World Tour" World Premiere at nya studios EAST on October 25, 2024 in Los Angeles, California.
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bruce watches her with FIERY passion. he's practically drooling with how her body looks when she's close; her cleavage and ass look amazing in the outfit—seeing it was WONDERFUL. like everything in hell, he could sense her outfit and her ENERGY but seeing her felt all that more beautiful. she was likely the only thing he had to see physically to be sated. in his pants, his cock was already BEGGING to be pulled out and pleased. it's embarassing to admit that the prince of the underworld wants to be pampered—even more embarassing to admit he wants to be taken care of by a woman who is effectively BELOW him.
kissing his knuckles are more than enough to illicit a soft hum from the male—one step removed from a full moan. she knew how to toe the line between WORSHIP and DOMINANCE, that was for sure. shivers run through his spine when she touches his chest. his opened button down magically undoing more of itself so she can keep touching his skin. PLEASURE always felt better after more souls were tortured; the only pleasure that took place in hell was in this chamber. and bruce made sure that he and his queen right hand were the only two who got to feel it.
"i felt their cries the second you started working." the prince says, feeling his body get WARMER with each word. "you're my right hand because i own you. as i do with everything in this domain." bruce reminds her, trying to hold strong on his percieved STRENGTH. if anything, he puts his metaphorical foot down only to watch her CRUSH him under her own confidence. she was a master at crushing souls, but he loved when she crushed him.
"seeing as you're FINISHED with your duties today... why don't you come sit on the throne, with me?" bruce asks, raising his eyebrow knowing that he really means why don't you ride my cock while i sit on the throne. "i know how much you love feeling like the QUEEN."
stella took a step closer, her eyes tracing over his face with that quiet intensity she knew could unravel him. she could feel the energy he radiated, that endless pulse of hell that intertwined with her own essence, binding them together in a way that went beyond mere duty. every scream, every flicker of agony from the damned reverberated in her, and she reveled in how his attention held steady on her, like a focus sharpened to a razor’s edge.
she let his hand slide into hers, her fingers cool and elegant against his infernal heat. “a war, hmm?” she mused, her voice smooth as sin, eyes sparking with intrigue. “the best ones always leave behind the most deliciously bitter souls, don’t they?” her lips curved, and she squeezed his hand, pulling it up so she could brush her lips against his knuckles, savoring the thrill of knowing just how much he wanted her there, close and commanding. even if he refused to admit it outright.
her gaze flickered up, challenging him with a sly smile. “you know as well as i do, bruce, i live for this. making them work for my mercy... then breaking them when they realize i never offered any to begin with.” she let her other hand rest on his chest, feeling his pulse, a rhythm that matched the heartbeat of hell itself. “i’m your right hand because i can do what no other can. i take those who think they’ve felt pain, and i shatter them. i give them hell in its truest form.”
she leaned closer, voice dipping into a low murmur. “but i think you came for more than just to ‘check in’ on me, didn’t you?” her thumb brushed his jaw, teasing, her smirk widening. “you missed feeling my power—like you miss me every time you try to pretend it’s not there.” her gaze softened briefly as she continued, voice a rich whisper. “you don’t have to hide that from me, baby love. we both know hell wouldn’t be nearly as... invigorating without each other.”
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#oh absolutely#( ship : ozzie + alessia )#( ship : logan + dove )#( good for my heart but bad for business : desires )
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logan would jerk off, every night, to the thought of touching her and now she was his to touch whenever he wanted. it felt GOOD to have her slick all over his fingers. porn playing only heightened his hedonistic emotions. soft hums and moans as he kisses her neck, frowning as she asks how long it's been. "you're THINKING too much." logan whispers, gently pushing his fingers into her cunt as a REMINDER that she shouldn't think about anything other than him. food and porn aside, he was he MASTER.
logan's fingers gently pull out and push into her sopping pussy. his breath is gentle, yet shaky, as he feels his own PLEASURE building from just touching her. under his pants was his MONSTEROUS dick, pushing against the denim even more with every second passing. his other hand gently runs the pads of his fingers over her nipples, loving the texture of her body—as if he's studying every inch of her.
"just relax and eat your food... don't think too much, okay? let daddy handle the thinking."
it felt like she was constantly on her guard. dove had started doing it as a means of surviving. now the lines that had been crystal clear were starting to blur. he had been taking care of her but some of the things he had done weren't what she had imagined. she forced herself to put on a smile as he told her that he was happy to see her," you're the only one who has ever said that to me."
she forced herself to take small bites if only to keep herself busy. the blonde barely noticed how he turned on the tv. the second that she heard the sound of moans, her eyes widened. it had frightened her the first time he had put on some of the videos she used to watch. that had been in the privacy of her home and no one knew what she watched.
she couldn't help but blush furiously before she focused on the plate of food in front of her. part of her longed to watch just some regular tv. she almost stopped eating when he admitted to putting locks on every door. she knew it was to keep her inside but she wasn't about to bring that up. instead she took a deep breath," to keep me safe?" she wasn't sure what to think about the fact that people noticed that she was missing," how long has it been?"
there was no way for her to keep track. suddenly he was right behind her and she whimpered the second his hand shot down to her cunt. her head fell back against his shoulder," daddy." his other hand had shot to her nipples, teasing and pinching," it-its hard to focus with you doing this but ok-okay." her head tilted as he pressed a kiss to her neck but she went to take another bite. there was no denying how her body was responding, making a mess of his fingers," whatever you want."
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ZENDAYA Gets Ready for the Challengers Premiere | Vogue
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