#baby num 2

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darrencriss: And COMING SOON…

let’s hope the sequel is better than the photoshop

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hi @aureoberlinerinn

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Baby 5 OP05-034 by Koushi Rokushiro from Booster Pack -AWAKENING OF THE NEW ERA- [OP-05]

[sexysilverstrider]

i am a sucker for black and red and the dandere trope hi wheres my fandisk. wheres the circus 2 where i kiss the hot emo king

[drewstarkeybroughtmehere]

You and Drew‘s not so secret relationship 💌(pt2)

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madisonbaileybabe thanks for feeding me mama 😙

| yourusername @/madisonbaileybabe you’re so welcome bebe😘

drewstarkey i wonder who took that 6th pic🫣

| yourusername @/drewstarkey hm I wonder..

| drewandyn um whattt

bellahadid num num nummmm🍽️

| yourusername @/bellahadid yea we ate and served

iheartdrewstarkey I need them both…at the same time I fear

hichasestokes sigh

| yourusername @/hichasestokes what’s wrong chase baby☹️

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madelyncline and I wasn’t invited

| yourusername @/madelyncline you were filming😑

yn_updates her and Drew went together!!!

drewstarkey pretty 🙃

| yourusername @/drewstarkey thank you drew 🥰

| drewandyn are they even trying to hide it lmao

jonathandavissofficial may this kind of love find me

| rudypankow @/jonathandavissofficial what am I then😢

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drewstarkey yall streaming or what? @/obx

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yourusername aren’t I so cute

| drewstarkey @/yourusername sooo cute

| rafecameron’s wife I’m gonna cry

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obx YOU ALREADY KNOW WE ARE

hichasestokes no that show is awful

austinnorth55 why would I not be watching

madelyncline yess only cause my baby @/yourusername is in it

| drewstarkey @/madelyncline hey back off

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| drewandyn OMG

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drew and yn via hichasestokes deleted instagram story

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madelyncline so if 2+2=4 then that means….

| yourusername @/madelyncline I think you’re getting there

drewstarkey rrrrrrrrr🥸

hichasestokes yk I was never really good at math buttt

drewandyn are yall picking up what she’s putting down or am I delusional?!?!

madisonbaileybabe okay so BOOM

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Omgg I just wanna thank everyone for the love on the first part!!! I really hope you guys enjoy this one as well. And if anyone has any feedback that can help me get better. Please feel free to just be nice please🫶🏼🫶🏼

[longsducksdongs]

still waiting for you to post proof of your advanced degree and knowledge of biological science baby girl where's daddy's treat 🥺 daddy wants his numnums kitten

go back and look. 2 degrees chemical engineering and biology from University of Florida. The only num nums you're getting here is a mouth full of cock. I'll gladly let your bitch ass suck it. 😘

[heathensimmer]

Be on the lookout for more mods AND ...

I've got so many custom careers and trait mods to show yall ... I must test them in many scenarios but .... they're coming!!!!

And for my next test scenario, after I get done with University Life recreation, I am definitely going to go home.

Well, home in the Sims 3 at least! It feels like home in that game. You get what I'm trying to say lmao

It's the Sunset Valley recreation by dani!

And I am interested in one household ... and I am going to check on them and test the "Neurotic" trait because one person has it. While Im away from Uni, of course, you understand. I can't leave them hanging for very long!!!

Yes, the Bachelor family. Why am I interested in them! Because they're literally f$%$^$%^^ iconic, that's why!

Which character stands out to you?

That's right! It's Bella Goth. The one. The only. Bella. As a child! And I am going to play her story ... if I time it right, Sunset Valley will (I will work out the details of this) "Become" Pleasantview ... and I will get to watch poor Bella grow up before the storm hits, the tragedy that shatters her earth and wipes her mind of her family!!!

So dramatic!

Let's meet her family!

This is Simis Bachelor, straight from the Sims 3. His traits are Handy, Neurotic (I have a HILARIOUS trait mod in the works for Neurotic), Inappropriate (hilarious) Family Oriented and Frugal!

Why is Simis out on the balcony in his underwear, you might ask.

But the answer is clear.

You guessed it: trait mods.

Simis often changes into his underwear after baths and showers due to this mod: https://hexagonal-bipyramid.tumblr.com/post/184624031506/traits-project-part-3-13-personal-hygiene

Be sure to also check out @episims mod : Towel by Color Trait here! There are effects for Inappropriate Sims! I prefer HB's change into underwear.

Simis Bachelor also likes to use the telescope to "Spy on" other Sims in the neighborhood because he is Inappropriate using this mod which is Fway and Squinge's Spy on Neighbors mod. Fway just adds the trait stuff :)

Jocasta Bachelor is the mother of Bella Goth and her traits are Green Thumb, Over-Emotional, Loner, Coward, and Angler.

Michael Bachelor is depicted as Bella's brother to her right(as we all know). His traits are Loves the Outdoors, Athletic, Friendly, and Schmoozer.

Lots of trait mods for those traits just search them using the tracker made by @noodlebelli

And here is Bella Goth!

I've clearly played her well as she is plat - i - NUM BABY

Her favorite color (@episims) is red (Duh) and her traits are Brave, Good, and Lucky! LOL. Did Sims 3 really say that her tragic story was lucky of her? Maybe it was a dig at Mortimer!!

Oh, and in the Sims 2 Sunset Valley recreation, Mortimer and Bella are friends just like in Sims 3!

Im stoked. I, and hopefully all of you tuning in, will get to see Bella's life before the storm... before the hurricane ... before ... the abduction.

HAPPY SIMMING.

Oh and the Bachelors got a cat!

Currently, it's being naughty and eating grilled cheese that somehow got left on the floor lmao this game .. even when its not chaotic, it's chaotic.

[bloom-with-grace-and-faith]

Jesus Presented at the Temple

Don’t forget why we celebrate. Luke 2:21-38 part 2/4

21 “At the end of eight days, when He was to be circumcised, He was named Jesus, the name given [to Him] by the angel [Gabriel] before He was conceived in the womb.”

22 “And when the time for their purification came [that is, the mother’s purification and the baby’s dedication] according to the Law of Moses, they brought Him up to Jerusalem to present Him to the Lord [set apart as the Firstborn] [Lev 12:1-4]” 23 “(as it is written in the Law of the Lord, “Every firstborn male that opens the womb shall be called holy [set apart and dedicated] to the Lord)” [Ex 13:1, 2, 12; Num 8:17]” 24 “and [they came also] to offer a sacrifice according to what is said in the Law of the Lord [to be appropriate for a family of modest means], “a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons.” [Lev 12:6-8]”

25 “Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon; and this man was righteous and devout [carefully observing the divine Law], and looking for the Consolation of Israel; and the Holy Spirit was upon him.” 26 “It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord’s Christ (the Messiah, the Anointed).” 27 “Prompted by the Spirit, he came into the temple [enclosure]; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for Him the custom required by the Law,” 28 “Simeon took Him into his arms, and blessed and praised and thanked God, and said,”

29 “Now, Lord, You are releasing Your bond-servant to leave [this world] in peace, According to Your word;”

30 “For my eyes have seen Your Salvation, [Is 52:10]”

31 “Which You have prepared in the presence of all peoples,”

32 “A Light for revelation to the Gentiles [to disclose what was previously unknown], And [to bring] the praise and honor and glory of Your people Israel.” [Is 42:6; 49:6]”

33 “And His [legal] father and His mother were amazed at what was said about Him.” 34 “Simeon blessed them and said to Mary His mother, “Listen carefully: this Child is appointed and destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and for a sign that is to be opposed— [Is 8:14, 15]” 35 “and a sword [of deep sorrow] will pierce through your own soul—so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.” 36 “There was a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was very old, and had lived with her husband for seven years after her marriage, [Josh 19:24]” 37 “and then as a widow to the age of eighty-four. She did not leave the [area of the] temple, but was serving and worshiping night and day with fastings and prayers.” 38 “She, too, came up at that very moment and began praising and giving thanks to God, and continued to speak of Him to all who were looking for the redemption and deliverance of Jerusalem.”

All parts are below Luke 2:1-52

Part one

Part three

Part four

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Pretty Girl (not proofread) pt. 2 maybe?? soon?? idk

For the past few weeks you’ve been paranoid… there’s a killer thats been making the rounds. The entire town is struck with fear, especially you… all alone in your tiny house. ”fuck…” you mutter to yourself. You worked closing shift, it’s 12:25am, and your coworker who was SUPPOSED to be a safe buddy and walk home with you ditched you to hang with her “boyfriend”. You gather up all your courage and walk down the dark alley that leads to your house. “i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. what are the chances anything will happen to ME”. you turn quickly when you hear a rustle and gasp, your eyes focus in on a figure… a cat? “pst pst pst, cmere pretty girl…” you let out a sigh when you realize it’s just the cat that lives in the alley. you’d take her in but she seems to love being outside. you bend down and giggle when you think how trivial it would be to think you were being followed by a killer. “where’ve you been pretty girl… i haven’t seen you in a while”

you tilt your head and mutter to yourself… “pretty girl… when will i be someone’s pretty girl”. you quickly shake the thought away as you realize you shouldn’t be out so long.

you unlock your front door quickly and shut it behind you as you walk in “mm..” you stretch your arms and legs as you place your keys down. right when you’re about to sit on your couch your phone rings… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. A shiver runs up your spine as you get a bad feeling… you quickly decline the call and look to make sure you locked the front door. “hah.. it’s okay, i’m being dramatic… it’s just a phone call”. Not even a minute later you get another phone call… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. You frown and muster up the courage to answer.

“Hello?”

“…”

“Is anyone there… look it’s almost 1am and i’m tired. if this is a prank call it isn’t funny, i’m blocking your fucking num-“

“you shouldn’t do that.”

you feel the blood drain from your face, you feel like there’s a huge pit in your stomach… you wanna hang up, but you can’t. you’re paralyzed with fear.

“cat got your tongue? mm?”

“who… who is this. this isn’t funny.”

“oh i never said it was baby… you sound so scared… so quiet”

your entire body is shaking, you chest feels tight, you can’t breathe.

“you gonna say anything?? how about you tell me about your favorite horror movie, hmm?”

you gasp and break out of your paralyzed states. you hang up the phone and quickly block the number. “fuck fuck fuck fuck what do i do”

you run around like a headless chicken, not even sure what you’re trying to accomplish. you halt all your movement when you hear a knock. you snap your head to the front door. no… it didn’t come from there… you feel your heart drop… it’s coming from inside… the bathroom? the bedroom? you stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. run out the front door or look… “i’m just hearing things, i’m being paranoid”

before you could make a decision you hear the bedroom floors creak then a figure quickly lunge out at you.

“WHYD YOU HANG UP THE PHONE. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULDNT DO THAT”

your body reacts before your brain. you scream and run for the front door. it’s so close, only a few feet away, just one more step. no no no wait i’m so close. your vision becomes blurry, your head is pounding. so close yet so far… he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you down, head smacking against the ground.

“p- please…” you groan and bring your hands to your head, trying to soothe the throbbing. your vision clears and you gasp. a white mask… the mouth elongated… like a scream, right before you.

“awh baby… if you had just listened you wouldn’t be in this situation”. he spits out baby to you in a mocking tone, it should be filled with love and warmth but you’re focused on the large knife that he’s waving in front of your face, glistening in the moon light.

“m’sorry… please don’t hurt me… so sorry…” you let out pathetic sobs as you beg for your life, terrified of the masked man’s intention… the killer… the infamous ghostface.

“too late… whatever happens now is your fault”. His tone hardened. Chills run down your spine. This is the end.

“nono please i’ll do anything, please i… i don’t wanna die”. you go silent as he hold up his index finger to his mask in a shushing motion. he suddenly grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks so hard it’s bound to leave bruises if you even make it out alive.

“anything..? mm…” you stare up with doe eyes, hoping that he’ll let you live. “don’t move.”

you groan as he harshly pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck. you squeeze your eyes shut and quietly sob as you feel his knife make contact with your skin. He winces as he adds just enough pressure to break skin and draw up beads of blood. you gasp when you feel his tongue makes contact with the cut he made.

“god… maybe i’ll be nice since you’re being so good now…” you hear the knife hit the floor as he throws it across the room. you gasp when you feel his hands slowly trace the sides of your hips then harshly grip them.

“no- no wait anything but this… please don’t i’ll do anything, ANYTHING but this”. your body quickly reacts and your hands lunge towards his to stop his advances. how you quickly regretted that. you watch as he pulls a plastic bag out from under his long black robe. You thrash and try to push him away. This is the end. You feel him adjust his knees to either side of your waist, his weight keeping you pinned down as he places the bag over your face. you scratch at his hands and attempt to pull his face off, to no avail. your vision slowly starts to fade to black, stars painting the back of your eyelids. suddenly you feel yourself being pulled back to life. you swallow down as much air as you can, coughing and tears stinging your eyes in the process.

“your only other option is to die baby… you really want that?” he places the bag over your face again before you can fully catch your breath. your limbs starting to become weak, your body giving up on you. you don’t want to die, but oh you’re so tired. then he pulls that bag off again. you cringe as you cough so hard your nose stings. he lets out a hearty laugh. if it were under different circumstances you think your heart would’ve melted at such a laugh, but no. He’s laughing at your suffering.

“you already giving up so easily? that’s borinnnngggg” he sounds almost childish, as if it’s a game to him. it is a game to him. “mm”

he tilts his head to the side as if he’s thinking. before you know it the bag is over your face a third time. the same sensations coming over you. he’ll take the bag off again. he’s messing around, but the bag never comes off. you feel yourself fading off into black. “is there an after life? hah… at least i don’t have to go back to work”. your thoughts start slowing down. it’s dark. it’s quiet.

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andreawatrouse: A post-Christmas visit to Santa’s Village ❄️🎄

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tum [pt.1]

[pt.2]

In the beginning, Simmy created a safe place for you to roll. And that place was obviously your playpen. The mat was soft and the blanket placed on top made the whole surface fluffy and cozy - you wanted to sleep on it! And the position in which the angel placed you, on your stomach, didn't make things easy. It seemed like ages since you last lay down in such a comfortable place; it was actually only a week after your surprise adoption, time to gradually decrease the dosage of the drug in your bottles.

And your Daddy noticed how your little eyes were brighter and some of your energy had returned. He was delighted that you became more energetic, he planned so many fun activities for his little lamb! And those two hours of play in the morning now weren't enough for you, right? So it was time for you to have some more fun. And no, that didn't mean sleep!

He encouraged you to crawl towards him, only less than two meters away from you, although without success. You were probably still too small and weak to do it. Oh well, there was no point in rushing things, was there? You both had all the time in the world and there were so many other games you could do.

For example, he started playing peek-a-boo, making silly funny faces for you to laugh every time he took his hand away. Then he actually rolled you onto your back, one hand under your head to avoid possible damage as he moved you. He cooed at you as you watched him curiously, whose could this sweet little lamb be? Oh, but of course Daddy's! Yes, you are his cute little one, you are!

Meanwhile, you just wanted to die, especially when he grabbed your feet and played "this little pig".

It took a couple more days for you to crawl, obviously in his absence. You almost regretted the first times you were here: now you went from sitting looking at the plushie around you, to lying down looking at Simmy. It was worse in a way, as he expected you to play and enjoy yourself. But you didn't find anything funny about peek-a-boo, the tickle monster or the exercise he made you do, bending your legs towards your torso. You knew this was to improve the bowel movement and, with messy diapers changed pretty much every day, you had no doubt in its effectiveness. It was just this morning that you rolled over on your own for the first time, when you felt like you had enough strength in your arms and legs to push yourself off the changing table. Luckily for Simmy, he stopped you before you could get hurt. Unfortunately for you, now during changes you are restrained by a strap, placed just below your lower ribs.

You couldn't wait to get out of here. From this playpen, from this house, from the Celestial Realm! You took advantage of a moment when the angel headed into the kitchen to actually test how much strength you had. And immediately noticed that you didn't have enough to stand. Fuck it. You managed to get to your knees but not fully stand up. You couldn't give yourself the necessary push with your limbs and the bars of the box were out of your reach to be used for support. So, feeling incredibly ridiculous, you decided to crawl to the far end of this fucking prison. You would have found a way to get up.

Simmy returned to the living room at that very moment, just long enough to see you crawl. Oh my, how adorable you were! He walked over to the playpen, opening it to allow you to move towards him. But even if you stopped almost immediately, he didn't care, the enormous effort had probably tired you out. "Oh little lamb, were you looking for Daddy?" He picked you up in his arms, planting kisses all over your face. "Scared you were alone huh? Poor little thing, Daddy's right here with you now." He couldn't wait to watch you as you walked towards him, his arms outstretched ready to welcome you into his lap. And when would you have taken your first steps? And your first word? Oh father, save him!

"Simmy was cooking a delicious num-num for this baby" He sit down with you on the mat, gently tickling your stomach "Oh yes, delicious num-num for this tummy" Hearing you laugh and babble behind your pacifier brought great joy to the angel. He would enjoy every single second of your growth.

You didn't know what kind of food he would give you, but the prospect of eating anything other than milk was enough to ignore your degrading condition.

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[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[butterphii]

I've Got You.

Our Kisses (Part 3)

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TW: Drinking, kissing/making out, age gap (26-29, 58)

This is my first time ever writing a series! Please be kind!

--------------------Joel Miller--------------------

You looked at your phone as you stood up, trying to figure out who texted you, as it was just a number. "Hey bug! It's Joel. Dad gave me your num. Love u!" You stared at the text knowing now it was your favorite man. You closed your eyes, smiling, typing back. "hey leaf! luv u 2, c u tonight!!" Sending it before throwing your phone on your bed and dancing to your bathroom.

You were fixing up your hair in the mirror, trying to look good for Joel and your family. Your outfit was a light yellow sundress and cheeta print sunglasses with thick rims, your hair curled and in a half up half down style. You applied a ton of sunscreen on your face, knowing you'd be outside a while.

You hopped into your car, dancing to a song before looking to see Joel had 'hearted' your message. You smiled and started the car, pulling out onto your road and heading to your parent's.

You quickly stepped out of your car, fixing up your looks before walking to your backyard. "Aayyee! There's my baby!" Your dad said, making your mom die of laughter. Joel was sitting next to your mom in a camping chair, lifting his hairy arm to you. You watched the beer in his hand swish around in the bottle, sparkling in the sun. His hair was dark and glistened with silver strands, his arms thick and muscular, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, making you sweat.

You looked at Joel's soft smile, making eye contact with him and he noticed your blushed cheeks. He winked before going back to talking with your mom. You went to hug your dad before going inside the house to take a quick breather. You sat down on the toilet in your parent's bathroom when you heard a knock. "You ok, Bug?" It was Joel.

"Yeah, I'm fine, its just, you winked at me," You said, opening the door to see him leaning against the door frame. He was towering over you, atleast 6 inches taller. One arm was on the frame, and the other on his hip. "Did you like the wink?" He asked you, leaning closer to your face. "I..uh-.." You stuttered, flustered.

He took your face in his hand and pulled it close to his, whispering in your ear, "You know, we could do anything you want to, baby." His lips grazed your temple as he pulled away from your ear, letting you sit there with your shocked face, chuckling softly in amusment.

You stared into Joel's eyes for a few seconds before he kissed you. His chapped lips against your, arguably, very soft ones. You savored the moment, not ever wanting it to end.

He pushed you into the bathroom, one hand on your waist and the other shutting the door. He released you, panting softly, showing the soft grin that always turned you on. He gave you a look with his eyes that asked you if you wanted him to keep going. All you could do was nod. He pressed your back against the sink, picking you up from your upper thighs and putting you on the counter. Fuck, was he strong, and fuck, did it make you wet.

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring it while yours searched his. His brows furrowed as you passionately held onto his face, both of his hands on your waist and ass, squishing your soft cheek before moving up to grab your hair, intensifying the kiss.

Joel let go of your fragile lips, you both staring into each other's eyes. "Fuck, this is so wrong." He said, pushing away from you. He held the bridge of his nose as you longed for his kiss once more. "Is it wrong if I want it?" You said, a rhetorical question, making him turn around, eyes wide.

You hopped off the counter, walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Bug, we really shouldn't. It's wrong." "But we both fucking love it, Leafy." You stood on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips tenderly. "We should..uh..get back outside. Dad's probably looking for us. I'll meet you out there?" Joel said, rubbing the back of his head. You frowned, looking into his eyes, showing him all you want it more of his touch. He quickly nods and blows you a kiss, letting you know that this wasn't over, and it never would be.

[biulinha123]

Ela estava de salto. Olhou para o bicho e sua cara de interiorana era de puro ódio. Deu-lhe um chute forte num dos lados com a ponta de seu sapato. O coitado apenas correu em pequenos círculos, ganindo, o mijo escorrendo de sua bexiga. Entrei para pegar meu copo d’água. Segurei o copo na mão e então, antes que pudesse enchê-lo, lancei-o contra o armário à esquerda da pia. Cacos de vidro voaram por toda parte. Joyce teve tempo para cobrir o rosto. Não me importei. Peguei o cachorro e saí.

Vi Joyce de joelhos com um saco de papel, recolhendo os estilhaços. Então começou a soluçar. Tentou disfarçar. Virou de costas para mim, mas eu podia ver os espasmos, mexendo seu corpo, fazendo-a sacudir.

Coloquei Picasso no chão e entrei a cozinha.

— Baby. Baby, não faça assim!

Peguei-a por trás. Ela estava mole.

— Baby, me desculpe... desculpa.

Segurei-a junto a mim, minha mão espalmada sobre sua barriga.

Massageei-lhe a barriga com calma e gentileza, tentando deter as convulsões.

— Calma, baby, fique calma. Calma...

Ela se acalmou um pouco. Afastei seu cabelo e beijei-a atrás da orelha.

Estava quente ali. Ela jogou a cabeça para trás. Depois, quando a beijei novamente no mesmo lugar, ela não se moveu. Pude sentir sua respiração, e depois ela deixou escapar um pequeno gemido. Levantei-a e carreguei-a para outra sala, sentei-me numa cadeira com ela no colo. Ela não me olhava. Beijei o pescoço e as orelhas. Uma mão em volta dos ombros dela e outra sobre o quadril. Movia a mão do quadril para cima e para baixo, acompanhando seu respirar, tentando fazer com que a energia negativa saísse.

Finalmente, com um sorriso dos mais apagados, ela olhou para mim. Me estiquei e mordi a ponta de seu queixo.

— Sua maluca dos infernos! — eu disse.

Ela riu e então nos beijamos, nossas cabeças avançando e recuando. Ela começou a soluçar de novo.

Puxei-a outra vez e disse:

— NÃO!

Voltamos a nos beijar. Eu a peguei e a levei até o quarto, coloquei-a na cama, tirei minhas calças e cuecas e meus sapatos depressa, tirei as suas calças por cima dos sapatos, tirei um dos sapatos, e assim, com um sapato calçado e o outro não, dei-lhe a melhor foda em meses. Todos os vasos de gerânio balançaram nas prateleiras. Quando terminei, acariciei suas costas devagar, brincando com o cabelo longo, dizendo-lhe coisas. Ela gemia. Finalmente se levantou e foi ao banheiro.

Ela não voltou. Foi para a cozinha e começou a lavar os pratos cantando.

Pelo amor de Deus, nem Steve McQueen teria feito melhor.

Eu tinha dois Picassos em minhas mãos. Parte 2, Cap 15.

Cartas na rua. Charles Bukowski.

[tricoufamily]

obscure associations tag 2

tagged by @itsmariejanel <33 thank youuu maria did 2 in 1 so i'm also doing 2 in 1 these are the rules beckett green connor purple YIPPEEEEEE

ANIMAL: DOG / a snake or a cat but like. lucifer from cinderella you know

COLORS: green / purple 🤭

MONTH: july / january

SONGS: rocky mountain high by john denver, piano man by billy joel, mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys by willie nelson and waylon jennings / mama by my chemical romance, you're gonna go far, kid by the offspring, ptolemaea by ethel cain

NUMBER: 12 / 4

PLANTS: dead grass with a prominent desire path going through it / venus fly trap

SMELLS: the winn-dixie from your childhood, cigarettes (he doesn't even smoke), old furniture / conditioner packet from box hair dye, jolly ranchers, jeans

GEMSTONE: agate / jet

TIME OF DAY: sunrise / 3 am

SEASON: summer / winter

PLACES: backroads, appalachia, abandoned house in the woods / gotham in the batman 2022, closed museum at night, cemetery

FOOD: southern biscuits and gravy / fish

DRINKS: MOUNTAIN DEW / black coffee

ELEMENT: air / fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: i don't think i've ever given blood sports characters birthdays. please don't make figure out the timeline in minute detail oh god there's so many of them

SEASONINGS: fuck ton of black pepper / garlic and he loves the smell mmm num num num fuck garlic smell haters

SKY: blue and cloudless / pitch black

WEATHER: punishingly hot / bad thunderstorm

MAGICAL POWER: speed / necromancy and he's using it for evil purposes he's bringing random people from the dead to do his bidding

WEAPONS: rifle / his black clip point knives

SOCIAL MEDIA: none #amish / myspace

MAKEUP PRODUCT: he'd despise the texture of all of it / black eyeliner

CANDY: grandma candies from purse / warheads

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: hours and hours in his truck with his music playing he loves it / plane

ART STYLE: regular show / arkham knight

FEAR: what comes after death / uhh nothing at all (😐)

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: church grim / siren

PIECE OF STATIONARY: chewed on pencil / scissors

THREE EMOJIS: 🚜🦨🥤 / 💀🥀🔪

CELESTIAL BODY: jupiter / black hole