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linksappendix · 6 months ago
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Hiii! Could we… um… se some um… chubbier Bunny or Wild…please… pleek🥺… pleek😭?
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I have this Bunny I drew 2 years ago and this Wild that I drew some months ago XD does that count?
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spoonietimelordy · 1 year ago
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The witcher books are very easy to read if you manage to get over Geralt's obsession with women's breasts x)
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negativepeanuthoarder · 1 year ago
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I love writing something, reading it back and thinking "wow I am NOT coping with that as well as I thought" lmao
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mossmx · 2 years ago
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I went to youtube to rewatch that prequel scene and smh I remembered the toungue being twice as long an thicc XD
but also
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CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
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yourbestprincess · 7 months ago
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Mein Kleines Mädchen
Older!König (40s) Young!reader (18- early 20s)
Giant age gap but y’know, size kink, slightly hyper fem!reader, reader is a female, König is rough and also has a cute little German accent and calls you cute pet names in German, König is also your dads bestie but not anymore! Creampie, slut-shaming but also praise , fingering.
Hope I didn’t miss anything! XD
(Gentle reminder that König is HUGE, I'm pretty sure he's 6'10 which, if you're average hight, is ginormous.)
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You’ve always thought König was overly attractive, but you would never do anything…I mean he was your father’s best friend.
He always eyed you when they hung out, which was rare because he was always deployed.
König was way bigger than you were, he merely towered over you when you two would talk. Which, to say the least, you loved.
You thought he was so attractive. From how big he was to his greying ginger hair to his blue eyes which looked at you in such a way that made your stomach flutter.
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He was finally coming over today. You were finally in collage now, in your eyes a grown woman.
He was staying the night according to your dad because he got kicked from his apartment from being gone so long, to which you weren’t complaining.
It was so early; almost too early, but you heard a knock at the door. Even before he knocked you felt his presence. Your heart pounds as you peak out of your window to see his car. You walk down the stairs, only in an oversized white t-shirt that covered your tight black shorts. You clear your shirt of any wrinkles before looking through the peephole and opening the door.
“Guten Morgen, schatz.” He smiles softly. you notice that he’s still quite dirty.
“Oh, ‘morning König.” you smile back softly before letting him in, your heart still pounding in your chest, it feels like it’s gonna run away.
He gives you a lousy side hug and drops his bags on the stairs before giving you a forehead kiss.
“Mm.” He breathes you in “Schatz, where is your father?” He backs away slightly to give you some sense of personal space.
“He’s working today until about 8:30. Sorry, I should probably let you settle in and shower I know you’re tired and-“
“Shh, liebling. Stay with me, I suppose I need some company, ja?” He looks down at you, reaching his calloused hand over and putting it on the side of your head in which you lean into.
“Okay, well first let me draw you a shower.” You bite your lip gently before leading him into the upstairs bathroom next to your room. He follows you, humming something you swear you've heard before.
"Du bist so ein liebes kleines Mädchen" (You're such a sweet little girl) König snickers while trailing so close behind you that he's basically hovering over you.
He thought you didn't understand what he was saying. You really touched up on your German before he came back from whatever mission he was on. You knew he said things to you in German before, but he never thought you'd know. Not until now. Your blood wastes no time making your cheeks hot and red with straight fluster.
He grips your arm and turns you with his mere strength. "Oh dear. Du verstehst jetzt?" (Oh dear. You understand now?) He tilts his head, squatting down to your hight.
You try to look down but he forces you to look up at him with your practically pathetic puppy eyes. "Ja...since you got deployed again. I should've told you, but I just wanted to know what you were saying to me."
His eyes feel like they're staring sharply into your soul, like he was looking straight into your heart. He knows that your heart grows and yearns from him. "Ja? Good girl." His accent spills out more when he's eager.
"C'mon lieb." He stands back up letting you finish showing him to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and make sure its the perfect temperature for such a man. You set out a towel and an unopened bar of soap.
"Okay, there you go. You can..um meet me in my room when you're done." You say with just a little bit of excitement in your voice.
"Ja, liebling." He says with a soothing voice rather than before.
As you wait in your room, you change into a pink see-though lingerie dress with a matching pink thong. To top it all off, you wear some white thigh high socks. You sit pretty on your bed and wait for him to get out of the shower.
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You hear a knock at your bedroom door. "Hey, Liebling? Can I come in?" You ignore it for a second but before you can cover up he busts through the door.
"Mein gott liebe. Scheisse... don't do this to me. You know I can't hold back." His is heavy. It's obvious that blood went to his dick just from looking at his towel.
"I don't want you to hold back." You say as he steps into the room. His hair wet and towel barley covers his v-line. He sighs and walks closer to you.
“Mein schatz…What a fucking tease are you? Gut Gott.” He towers over your small frame, lifting up your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs as he props them up on his shoulder. His cock is fully hard, it’s throbbing and oozing out pre-cum.
“Bitte…König. You know how many years I’ve been waiting for this..” Your panties are so soaked that it’s visible. Who knew you’d be such a slut for the man who was there when your father wasn’t.
He moves your panties to the side with his middle finger. He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside you and rubs his thumb on your throbbing clit. You cry and whine under his touch. He knows how bad you need him.
“Is this too much schatz? If it is, how am I going to put this cock in you? It craves you, you know that liebling?” He takes his hand away from your wet entrance and lets the towel fall to his ankles. His cock springs up, you can see pearls of pre-cum dripping onto your bed. He gives his drooling shaft a couple of pumps before spitting on his middle and ring finger to wet your entrance just enough to fit his massive cock.
“Ready liebe?” He shoves the tip past your entrance making your shutter and whine from the size.
“Ja, you’ll be okay mein schatz.” You bite your lip and cry with him going deeper, trying to fit his 8 1/2 inches in your tight pussy that’s just taking him so well.
“König…s'too much..Bitte! Pleasepleaseplease!…” You whine and moan from the pain. Your thoughts are clouded with pure white pleasure. You know how wrong this is, but, Mein Gott, is it worth it. You're gripping his back and begging for god knows what.
“Nimm es einfach wie ein braves Mädchen, ja? Getting close for me already, Gut gott." (Just take it like a good girl, yeah?) König can't help but notice how pathetic and weak you are under him. His blunt tip pushes against your g-spot over and over again until you're crying and going cock-dumb over him.
" Du liebst es einfach, wie eine Schlampe gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr? What a good fucking girl for me." (You just love getting fucked like a slut, don't you? What a good fucking girl for me.) You can feel his thrusts getting sloppier and heavier. His breath begins to hitch and he can't help but whimper just a little from how tight his Liebe is.
"König...gonna cum right now.. Vati... fuck- feels s'good..." Before you can even think about getting close, he pulls out of you and sits down on your bed, getting comfy before motioning you to sit on his lap. You slide off your panties and see-through dress, craving that skin to skin with him.
"Ja, that's it Mein Schatz, ease down on me, you've got it Liebe" As you sink down on his fat cock, he notices that it makes an indentation on your tummy.
"S'too much König... too big." You barely make out in whimpers and cries. He continues to thrust deeper into your sopping cunt. You really hope your dad isn't gonna come home anytime soon.
"Shh, It's alright, you'll be okay Mein Liebe. Just let me use this pretty pussy, ja?" He pushes his cock so far up into you that you were genuinely surprised on how he was able to bottom out in you. His thrusts are sharp and fast with so much power that you moan everytime he thrusts. König knows you're close from the way you're clenching down on him and how loud your moans are.
"Bitte... I need to.." You cry out before König's thrusts become sharper and somehow even faster.
"I know, I know. I'm gonna come with... scheisse- come with you, okay?" He can't stop grunting now, its all pleasure now. White pleasure clouds his visions.
"Christ- Ich liebe dich schatz- fuck. I always have. And look, now I get to fuck this little body of yours and even fill you up with my cum, eh?"
His vision returns to you, already cumming on his cock. So pathetic, you can't even speak. You're too entranced at cumming on his thick cock to even think. And now here he is, filling you up with his potent cum. He pumps and twitches just a few more times until you two ride out your orgasm.
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"Was I too much Mein liebe?" He wraps his big arms around you as you snuggle into him. warm sheets cover your bodies.
"You were perfect. Everything and more than what I was ever expecting." He wraps you into him even tighter, pressing kisses on your forehead and soft lips.
"Ich liebe dich auch, König."
Your dad's gonna be so pissed when he finds out his little girl is getting fucked by his so called best friend.
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emeraldxphoenix · 5 months ago
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The God of Mischief is a hard creature to impress, but they will always be drawn to beauty, in any of its forms. Sherlock Holmes is, undeniably, beautiful. An acquired taste, perhaps, all angles and sharp words, but then Loki is hardly any different themselves. They take each other in their stride, ego and quirks alike, and the god likes that about their… friendship?
They stretch out further on the sofa, cat-like and uncaring for social niceties. “I want to compliment you, is that so hard to believe?” Forehead furrows into a frown. Of course it completely passes the god by that they would respond exactly the same way in Sherlock’s shoes. “I appreciate beauty when I see it, and your legs are beautiful. It’s a statement of fact, do with it what you will.”
~ @emeraldxphoenix || "You have very pretty legs. It would have been remiss not to admire them." ~
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Sherlock's brow shoots upwards, eyes narrowing in suspicion as he looks over at Loki. "What are you complimenting me for? What do you want?" Because naturally it hasn't occurred to him that someone might actually want to compliment him on his physical appearance.
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romanarose · 1 year ago
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Nice Job!
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Steven Grant x fem!reader
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Summary: Steven had a praise kink
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), praise kink, being a silly goose
I mention "the kids" super duper vaguely as a reason to have stickers in a purse. In my head reader is a teacher bc i am XD but this can mean biological kids, nieces or nephews, little cousins, etc whatever you want!
quick smut below the cut
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"Feel so fucking good, Steven, my good boy, my Steven" You praise your boyfriend as you spready out for him on the couch, Steven worshiping at your shrine, paying his respects with the sacrifice of his own stimulation for the sake of your pleasure. He could jerk himself off if he wanted to, but he seemed unwilling to remove his fingers from your cunt and clit. Steven was a busy man.
"Steven, need you closer Steven, almost-oh fuck- almost there baby" You tug on his curls, drawing him impossibly closer into you, so much so you were certain he was going to suffocate between your pussy lips, but it didn't matter, not to him. It's how he'd want to go. When you cum you're bucking your cunt against him, fucking yourself on his early awaiting face. As he licked up every drop of your cum, you here him whining, a gentle whimper from his throat as he ate your though your orgasm.
"Good boy, such a good boy, my Steven, oooooh"
Letting go of his hair, you rest back on the couch, panting, only to find he's still licking between your folds, practically humping your leg, so desperate to please. You gentle nudge him back.
"Rest, baby, you did perfect, you deserve to rest."
With a soft smile, Steven rested his head on your thigh, still knelt between your legs, smiling up adoringly at you.
"You sound so beautiful when you cum, love"
You smile right back. "So do you, love" you tease his pet name to you, booping his nose,
"How did you know I came?" He asked with a curious grin and a joyful crinkle in his eyes.
"Laughing, you reply. "You always cum in your pants when you eat me out that intensely, pretty boy."
Steven beamed up at you at the praise. "Can't help it that you're this pretty, darling girl."
You pet Steven's hair, combing through the lush curls as he laid his head on you, massaging his scalp when you get an idea. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out the sticker pack you had gotten for the kids. You pick out a particular one, showing Steven the star that says, "Nice job!" and stick it on his forehead.
Looking up at you quizzically, Steven simply informs you. "You're a bit of an odd one, aren't you?"
But all you can do is smile at your precious boyfriend with his cum-soaked face, a bright yellow sticker on top.
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this one is for the girlies in the whorefully yours discord specifically @campingwiththecharmings and @whatthefishh who came up with this idea
I hope y’all liked bc I did this and finished Take Your Time today despite being sick
Don’t let this one flop 😂
@fandxmslxt69 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @k-ra @eyelessfaces @ivystoryweaver @steven-grants-world @campingwiththecharmings @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @runa-falls
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linked-maze · 5 months ago
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Not the previous anon btw, but a heat/rut cycle is when, in real-world biology at least, females are fertile and sexually receptive. When it comes to fanfic purposes, the rules are bent a LOT and isn't always meant to end in pregnancy, its just some kink some writers have.
OH XDDDD well, now I can answer the other anon! thanks! sure they can have a heat/rut cycle- (I don't kink shame here) Probably around fall. they both get extremely lovey-dovey XD and wanna hold hands BEFORE MARRIAGE :0 (jk there is no such thing as marriage in the Twili realm XD) and then they built a place together. eats a lot of food and then go and sleeps for winter XD Yes I just now decided that the Twilis undergo Hibernation. you are all welcome~
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destinationtoast · 4 months ago
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It's finished!! Only 1 year, 2 months, and 2 days after I started. XD And there are some new sex & kink tags:
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi, F/M
Relationships: Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt
Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton, Leslie Higgins, Shandy Fine, Trent Crimm, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso)
Additional Tags: Humor, Pining, Letters, Impersonation, Jamie ships Roy and Keeley, but is also very into shagging Roy, while they're both pining after Keeley, what on earth could the solution be?, thinking.gif, Polyamory (eventually), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Relationship Negotiation, Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome - F/M/M, Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay
Words: 31,206
Summary:
“Why won’t you just talk to Keeley and try to fix things?” Jamie asks after sucking Roy’s cock.
Jamie hatches a mad letter-writing scheme to get Roy and Keeley back together. Which is a bit of a shame, because he's really enjoying shagging Roy. (Canon divergent as of mid-S3.)
read it on AO3
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l3viat8an · 2 years ago
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Asmo req!!
I love how sweet he is portrayed usually, I think him with insecure Mc being sweet and educational is so sweet. But I want corruption kink asmo or pervy asmo just as much ;; he's definitely capable
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Nsfw!
Soooo to satisfy my brain and hopefully your request <3 I did some pervy headcanons that I honestly wouldn’t mind turning into full fics later on! But needed a little change rn hsjsh CW: Pervert stuff!- ass slapping, non-consensual pictures (pantyshots), grinding, talk of Asmo jerking off, Asmo being a pervert duh, Asmo sends you some nudes / videos ‘accidentally’
Asmo has no shame and has jerked off at least once while on the phone with you. Keeping his whines ‘n little moans as quiet as he can and even keeping his voice normal, all while keeping up with the conversation. Your voice sounds so sweet in his ear as you tell him about you day~ how could he resist his little urge?-
Hugs <3 always sweet and innocent right? Not with a perv! If Asmo’s running up and hugging you from behind his arms always wraps around you chest, usually with his fingertips running almost casually across your nipples.
And if he’s hugging you from the front his hands are sliding down your back and grabbing you ass, giving it a good squeeze before you can wiggle away.
Speaking of your ass XD Asmo’s always squeezing it when you walk past him or giving it a quick slap.
Always has you walk up the stairs ahead of him or really anywhere with you in front of him and it seems so sweet and like he’s being a gentleman~ nope! He just wants to get a better look at your ass.
Really enjoy smelling your hair whenever you’re near him and even steals a whole damn bottle of your shampoo, uses it in the shower pretending you’re there with him and jacking off.
Whenever you lick your lips around him, especially in class- all Amso can think about is how good they would feel wrapped around his cock and watching tears pool in your eyes, as your cheeks turn red and drool run down your chin-
And touching up your makeup? Asmo’s thinking about how much prettier you would look if it were smeared and running down your face~!
He’s practically drooling whenever you ask him to do your makeup.
If / when you wear shirts he’d always dropping things and oh, so sweetly asking you to bend over and pick them up for him.
Totally takes a few pics up your skirt whenever you do so, or if you sit next to him in class, he’s trying to take some under the desk somehow-
Constantly offers you his clothes and makes sure you’ll wear something of his eventually.
From tops to skirts, almost anything. As long as it’s you. Even if, it’s just a shirt! After you wear it he’ll put it on and jerk off to thoughts of you. How the fabric had touched your skin. How strong your scent is-
Always loves taking you to the Fall!! Asmo can feel his control slipping a little bit when you grab his hand and drag him onto the dance floor. Before he knows it he’s grabbing your hips as he grinds his growing bulge against you.
Steals some of your underwear, not to use or jack off into. Instead he’ll wear them around for a day before putting them mixed back in with your clean underwear. It makes him feel closer to you.
More then once he’s ‘accidentally’ sent you nudes or videos. He always apologizes saying “Oops. Wrong person.” Or “You were just my top contact ♡"
At first you believed him and said it was fine, besides Asmo posts mostly nude photos all the time. You’d basically seen it all already.
Until one night, he sends you a few pictures and a video, him sitting in bed getting off as usual. You start to type back that he needs to stop / he’s got the wrong person again but as you type he sends a short text, “Those are all for you MC~ enjoy.”
And he’s sending you one last video of him cumming all over his hand as he moans your name.
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sinfulauthorwrites · 29 days ago
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Kinktober 2024 Day 25: Corset
So, this is heavily based on a fantasy our Astarion fictive has been circling around headspace, especially since we got our first ever corset recently for our Astarion “cosplay”! This is the corset I referenced if anyone wants a better visual. It's not the same one we have, but it's still beautiful nonetheless! Also, instead of green, yellow, and red, I imagine Astarion would use midnight, dawn, and daylight instead since stoplights don’t exist in Faerûn XD BTW, this can be either pegging or regular anal sex, depending on how you view yourself and/or your Tav!
🩵 Many thanks to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for the prompts list! 🩵
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Ship: Spawn Astarion x GN!Tav/Reader
Word count: 116
Applicable Tags: Post-Canon, Corsetry, Tightlacing, Anal Sex, Negotiated Kink, Consent Check-Ins, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom Reader/Tav, Sub Astarion, Top Reader/Tav, Bottom Astarion, Unnamed Tav, POV Second Person
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You tug hard on the black laces of Astarion’s corset, cinching his waist tighter. “Ah, shit!”
You ease your thrusts into Astarion’s hole as you stand behind him, rubbing your hand soothingly over his shoulder. “Give me a time, love.”
Astarion inhales deeply, with his arms braced against the wall. “Midnight.”
“Good little star. If it’s too much, tell me.” You press a kiss to his shoulder blade, the moonlight making his pale skin ethereal. It contrasts with his bodice's deep red and black brocade, a gift for him after your adventures ended. With his approval, you thrust into his ass at a faster pace, tightening the cording inch by inch as your vampire lover moans.
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Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!
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goatgutzupon · 1 month ago
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INTRO BLOG!!
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HELLO@!! im quintin (he/him), call me any of the 30 nicknames that exist for that name (quinn, quinnie, quint, big q, little q, quinnie boy) and im a scene jojifuku kawaiicore mallgoth harajuku 2010s obsessed hybrid thing (sometimes all at once, sometimes seperately). i usually post things that i like, mostly graphics and moodboard thingehs!! basically everything u need 2 know from me is apparent in this acc already. here r some links (not all of them) just semi important 1s. like, website, spacehey (which is sorta on & off active), deviantart (where all my stamps are), flickr, and pinterest :3 if u click on this itl bring u 2 my side scene kid ask blog dni list now i guess. XD
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NSFW BLOGS!! dont have anything against u, get ur buck but i would just rather not u follow my blog plz. :D same thing with kink blogs!! I DONT HAVE ANY KINKS RELATING TO WHAT I POST I DONT GET OFF ON IT!! idc if u have kinks (i dont kink shame USUALLY) but the stuff that i post is arguably sorta childish &... ok...yes u get it plz leave me alont anybody whos mean. terfs, racists, wahtever. ik thats like putting a fence loose into the ocean but i dont want ppl 2 think that im like that either. or like if u glorify any of ts...seems like a given but literally the most insane person ive ever seen liked 1 of my posts..O_o PEDOPHILES. OR LOLICONS. OR SHOTACONS. OR KODOCONS. U STILL COUNT AS A PEDOPHILE BRuh!! 4 some reason alot of ppl who use the loli tags interact with my acc (prob bc of the cutecore pink jojifuku posts)..like the canihavepromo larper femcels..uhh..please leave...i-i-im uncomfortable..-_- ed/ana blogs!! same thing as the nsfw blog thing, ed stuff is like my only trigger :L hope u understand :33 especially if ur glorifying it...get some help man dont like the scene kid postz also, plz only message/dm me if ur asking for credit on something!! i have bad social anxiety & i literally freeze up if its anything else. i dont want any business or anything either. ama tho!! (unless its business.....as previously mentioned) I FREAKING LOVE ASKS THEY MAKE ME SQUUEAL :DDDD
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ill take requests if u want me 2 find u graphics or anything really. mostly graphics. im a good graphic hunter. ill make u graphics 2, but only stamps/blinkies & make sure u specify when u ask. :p always dm me if u want removal or credits!! promise im nice lol, ill remove it or give u credits or whatever u want from me thanks for supporting my blog! ilya :P
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st-kitten · 9 months ago
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707 pt.5.1
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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.
despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.
following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.
like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.
the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.
you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.
'need a hand. come downstaris'
you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.
you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.
"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.
why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?
you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.
"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.
"you... ride a bike..."
toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."
you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.
"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.
"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"
mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.
"penguin..." he muttered.
you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.
"hold tight."
only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.
"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.
aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.
you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.
toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.
he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.
"any plans to get off?" he asked.
"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.
with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.
you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.
the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.
"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."
"that's what this is?"
the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.
"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.
"yep. you?"
"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"
you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...
toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.
"you wanna drive?"
"what? fuck. no. we'd die."
"it ain't that hard."
"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."
"my what?"
"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."
"huh."
toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"
"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.
the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.
"are you stoned?"
"huh? no."
"are you sick?"
"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."
you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.
the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.
"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.
you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.
"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.
toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.
"need help?"
you shook your head. why were you so quiet?
toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.
let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...
he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.
is this what you read? you... liked this?
toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.
he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.
but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?
toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.
he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"
his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.
"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.
"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.
"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.
the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.
toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.
"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.
"i... the book... it's..." you panted.
"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."
"it's just research... for qu-"
toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.
"nuh uh. this one's all you."
he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.
"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.
"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.
toji smirked.
"alright then... where was i..."
you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.
toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.
"that's a good girl..."
you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.
"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"
toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.
"watch your mouth, princess."
"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.
he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.
"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...
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y/n be like
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I love edging u guys... hehehe
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cherrymooshroom · 9 months ago
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Billy lenz x mean and pervy chubby! Reader
An: Saw a post about not enough mean/crazy/pervy/wildin' out reader fics so here! Lets slut the fuck out some gross attic man! I'm not much of a domme, but the attic man makes me wanna bully him until he cries then slap him after. Yeah this is all sleep deprived horny for the sex pest, I'm not sorry.
Rating: M
Warnings: DDDNE Aftercare so didn't work here and iT feels wrong as a hardcore BDSM slut XD, kinda rapey/dubcon & noncon mentioned (Billy wants to fuck you but not like this and he's a total predator as in the movie. We love to bully our fave sex pest) degredation, dacryphilia, biting kink, creampie, overstimulation (poor billy), borderline bullying, typical slasher level threats of violence and harm. Reader is 100% not a great person here, but realistically Billy is an actual sexual predator who's been stalking and sexually harassing reader so... Yeah. I wrote this quick af and barely if at all grammar checked so... Enjoy the filth, bitches!
You have a reputation as a total bitch around campus. You're not, you have plenty of moments, sure, but you're not out kicking puppies and burning down orphanages.
You just HATE people and have no fucking patience for them when they fuck around. So, if a guy makes a sexist comment, you cuss him out and belittle him until he cries. If a girl tries to harass you, you find a way to absolutely ruin her God complex, popularity, reputation and so on.
No one can ruin a life better than you can on campus, and you're proud of that. People leave you alone, knowing that.
It gets boring.
Que creepy attic sex pest constantly calling and jerking off in said calls while you attempt to bully and shame him.
"Who is this? Ew, are you jerking off?! What kind of fucking pig are you? What? Did mommy not love you enough?" You snarl through the reciever and an honestly adorable, desperate squeal left the pervert.
"Shut up! I'll gut you and play with your-"
"Aw! So mommy loved you TOO much, huh? Now you need to jerk off while threatening women? What- did mommy make you hate anyone with tits, you little slut?"
And right as you say that he lets out the ugliest, cutest, most desperate sound you've ever heard in your life. It has your thighs clenching and your lips pulling into a smile.
Before you can say anything else to bully him he hangs up in utter shame and anger. He was sure he'd win.
Billy never had a victim sass him like that, let alone get that fucked up with it.
You bullied him too much, you made him cum early :( he wanted to hear you panic and beg.
And just like that he's obsessed with you. The other girls in the sorority stop getting creepy calls as much, and he seems to wait until you're home alone.
"This is-"
"*whiny moan* f-fucking pig slut! Keep-" You cut him off with an annoyed, bored groan. This was getting repetitive and boring at this point, after a few months of listening to him jerk off and bullying him for it. You'd be lying if you said it didn't fuel your own masturbation sessions. He just sounded so pitiful.
"Oh! It's fucking you again!? You know, at this rate you might as well come try to fuck me. You keep threatening me, I'm sure you'll just cream your pants and run like a little bitch. Or maybe you'll kill me after so I can't laugh at you, huh?" You coo mockingly and he lets out a desperate, broken moan. One that... Seems to echo down the stairs. "Are you in my fucking bedroom!?" You snarl and slam the phone down, bolting for your room.
You come slamming into your room and see a brunette man, well muscled and tall, laying on your bed, the phone in your room was tossed to the floor as he rushed to pull his pants back on. "You fucking freak!" You snarl and punch him dead in the jaw, stunning him for a moment. Honestly, it's all the time you need to grab the handcuffs from your bedside table to bind him to your bed frame.
When his ears stop ringing from your mean punch, he realizes you're touching his dick. "Fuck! You must be a complete freak, it's all raw and sensitive. You spend all day creeping on us and jerking off?" You mumble softly, caressing the veins along his shaft, making poor Billy gasp and whine.
"Piggy slut! Let me-" You slap him hard and yank his hair.
"Yeah yeah. 'Let me lick it!' Yada yada. You better be a mind-blowing fuck for all the shit you talk." You sass and start jerking him off. Billy is in complete shock, poor thing, this has never happened before. Usually women scream and run, they don't restrain and molest him! "Honestly I'm impressed." You coo before suddenly biting his neck, leaving bloody bitemarks.
Billy moans loudly and bucks his hips as your teeth sink into his neck, his red, swollen tip leaking even more thick, sticky precum.
"F-fucking slut! Let me go-"
"No, you make cute sounds. Sound like a dying pig, squealing and whining like that. It's kinda cute in a gross, ugly way. I expected you to have a shrimp dick, but you're kinda big." You admit a bit excitedly, eyeing his cock a bit longer.
He whines and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. He's never been touched willijgly by a woman and it's fucking with his head. His thoughts are swimming, his head feels fuzzy and his hips are already going numb. "P-please!" He whines and you smile coldly.
"Aw, what? You gonna cum this quick? There it is, you're a quick shot, huh? Get a little attention on your slutty cock and your brain melts?" You coo and start kissing and sucking hickeys onto his sweaty skin. His sweater is clearly not helping his case, but you can tell he's also just... Very easy to overwork. "What, you a virgin outside of whatever your parents did to fuck you up? Never had a woman WANT to fuck you?"
And just like that, Billy lets out the most pathetic, whiny, pleading squeal you've ever heard in your life. His dick throbs and jumps as his cum spurts out with startling intensity, a lot, too. He's shaking and moaning with tears in his eyes as you stroke him, his hips rocking and bucking desperate to get you to stop.
"N-no! 'S not... Fair. Wanna ruin you, wanna break- Mmph!?" He's already so fucked out from just a handjob he didn't notice you stand and strip off your clothes until you cut off his whines by shoving his mouth against your soaked cunt, your chubby thighs muffling any of his attempts at begging you to stop. One taste of you has him eagerly eating you out, Billy is a complete slut for some good pussy, even if all the good pussy he's had wasn't consensual. This is... Way more than he was mentally prepared for. He doesn't get assaulted, he does it... So why is he desperately eating out your pussy- like if he did a good job you'd be nice and praise him- the taste of you makes him even more obsessed with you, and he's already hard again despite just cumming.
You don't stop for a while, or rather, you don't let him stop until his tongue is sore and he's literally sobbing and begging you to ride his cock, to just let him cum again. Considering how much he worked you to orgasm with his tongue, you decide to bully him even more by riding him until he's shaking and sobbing, incapable of thoughts.
"Fuck- Now I want-" You grumble and move to straddle him, slamming yourself down until he's balls deep inside your soaked, tight cunt. "Ugh, there we go. For such a useless fucking rat you sure do have a nice long, fat cock." You mumble, enjoying the stretch and the way his dick head pressed into your cervix before bracing yourself on his shoulders and bouncing on his cock.
He's moaning and whining under you, thrashing and bucking up into you as he sobs in pleasure. His eyes are glassy and fucked out, obviously deep into some kind of subspace. "Yeah, you just want a woman who'll treat you like the useless fucktoy you are, huh? Just wanna put this big, useless cock to work? Wanna get milked like a fuckin' cow, huh?" He let out a little sob and nodded eagerly, trying to kiss you, which you immediately backhanded him for, earning a fucked out sob. "Be a good fuck toy and maybe I'll give you a kiss."
You keep going for hours, cumming on his cock, forcing Billy to cum balls deep inside you before immediately picking up the pace and chasing another orgasm for yourself, ignoring his fucked out, overestimated begging and sobbing for you to stop. "What? Can't keep up? Fucking bitch, 's what you are. Keep this nice dick hard so I can him again, you useless fucking freak." You snarl and wrap your hands around his thick, muscled throat, making him moan and shudder.
"Warm cunt... Good- Fuck~" He managed to squeak out as you keep riding him. "'S too much. It hurts." He whines out between sobs and you smile cruelly, cooing at him mockingly.
"Aw, poor baby! Does your cock hurt?" You chirp sweetly in a baby voice and he nods pathetically, nuzzling and kissing your neck and shoulders.
"'M sorry! T-trying- aah!" He tries to continue but you speed up, making his legs shake and body jerk. "Please- please! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck- 'm gonna cum again!" He whines and starts to jerk and buck like he's cumming, but you've milked him dry, nothing comes out of his poor abused cock. His desperate moans and bucks send you into another orgasm.
You finally stop and stand up, rubbing your clit a few times to soothe yourself before slapping him hard across the face with a dark expression. "Thanks slut!" You chirp before heading for the shower, leaving him bound" fucked out and messy at the foot of your bed.
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bloopitynoot · 2 months ago
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Reading SVSSS: Chapter 12
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For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!
If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.
Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.
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Heading into chapter 12!
It's been an absolute day at work, but I got to do a lovely walk with a friend afterwards AND Charlie decided to grace us with his presence (very briefly for head pats).
Tea today is peppermint! Dinner break midway through this little chapter was congee and I was very pleased with it- photo further down lol.
Let's get into it!
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OMG I knew that the Dew Lake snake man would be back! I did not think they'd be here as a "handsome young man" though. I fear that Shen Qingqiu is absolutely fucked LOL. p265
oof. and now I feel like we are entering the territory for daddy issues. We have Luo Binghe's father's right hand man introduced pp266-267
Well. at least if he is likely going to suffer, the plot holes will be filled. thank you system for the points. p267
wait. Could Zhuzhi-lang be an ally? or will this guy brutally die later? (do not actually tell me this, I'm just planting my speculations). my thoughts are he could be an ally because SQQ DID save him and give him an unexpected boon by mushroom bod. but also, if Luo Binghe see's SQQ being close to another demon that man will surely murder the other demon. p268
WHY SO MANY SNAKES??? I hate that so much! p270
All I'm seeing from SQQ is kink shaming. This guy has got to stop yucking other's yums. First with the necrophilia now he's anti demons fucking snakes. it's the panicked "way too fucking hardcore" for me p271
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SQQ: can you handle the snakes pls? Zhuzhi-Lang: nah they like you. p272
okay, but why is he asking for women? is it to do with the snakes? or is it because he is having a sexual crisis and needs to reassure himself?? p273
they're really going to this brothel? p274
LOL even the brothel ladies sing (very uncomfortable but I guess they enjoy it) love songs about Luo Binghe and SQQ's tragic love story p276
AHAHAHAHA SQQ's "summary" of their story on page 277 has me absolutely dying XD
Ah! that's why the women and the brothel -> the wine! p278
Cultivation wise I do really love that SQQ can just pick up any fan and start cultivating. that is honestly the coolest part of his cultivation. I love it so much. p279
LOL he really just made the snake pass out, rented a sword (idfk WHEN but he did) and dipped from the entire situation. p281
SQQ: this is a later problem, byyyyeeeeeeee.
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I stated I would have congee pic earlier and here is me delivering on that. It's pork congee with eggs, tofu, pork, green onions and an ungodly amount of chili crisp.
I'm slowly turning this chapter-by-chapter read into a stay at home mom's recipe blog. I am not sorry.
That's a wrap for chapter 12!
Okay so thankfully nothing terribly tragic happened this chapter. It does feel like a big set up though so I am a little nervous about that.
AND. He still has all of this demon blood in him so he really is fucked. He may have escaped for the moment but I see all of the demons coming back for him.
We'll see what happens next chapter!
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fillinforlater · 2 years ago
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Possession of the Queen II
Female Reader x Kim Doyeon
Length: 3139 words
Tags: submissiveness, lesbian sex, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, people as sex toys, cunilingus, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed pussy, hair pulling, pussy eating but no breathing, emotional stimulation, orgasm, hints of love, sub!reader / dom!Doyeon
TW: very much public sex
Inspiration: "Sweet Juice" by Purple Kiss, @banananutsmuthie and because Doyeon hella gay
Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you!
PART 1 HERE
(A/N: Here we go, finally part two... if anyone actually cares xD. I really like writing these, it's definitely something different from the usual here. I hope you enjoy it too.)
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“If it's that important to you, I won’t make it a problem.”
“Thank you so much!”
You give your boss a quick bow. Your heart still races after uttering your request and getting it accepted. It was likely that he would allow you to take some time off without prior warning, but there is something so wrong about it—sure, you do not know why your queen wants you around, but it’s surely not an acceptable reason to leave your awesome boss hanging, unless being a sex toy is socially accepted now.
“Can I know though,” your boss adds as you try to leave the office quickly, quietly, unsuccessfully, “what their name is?”
He has a big smirk across dark skin. while your skin on the other hand turns bright red, putting signal lights to shame. You don’t have to answer this, it’s  certainly better to go now but you stop yourself. He has it figured out, your lie must have been even worse than you thought. 
Now what? Is there a good response to this? Can you at least hide your lies better this time? Or are you willing to reveal some of this craziness to him?
“I’m sorry,” he says into the hard silence after a few seconds, “you don’t have to ans—”
“She—I mean, they, a-are awesome. Tall, strong, sm-smart and a-all that.”
He smirks again. 
“I see. I hope you have a good time and that things will work out~”
Goddammit, your good-for-nothing mouth—or is it your brain—that has these lapses every time she gets mentioned, only hinted at? 
You dart out of the office and onto the busy street. Humans walk across the sidewalks, from all sides they collide like tidal waves, yet they never hit each other. In this mess, there is you, a small nothing that no one notices. Among people with suits and ties and college students, you are invisible.
Is this your attempt at trying to run away from your embarrassment? 
In all honesty, it might—another reason why you could never be on the same level as Doyeon. 
She would stand her ground and command respect; you on the other hand can barely walk straight without bumping into a stranger. She would get her way, and if anyone disobeys, she would step over him with a death glare; you on the other hand shriek when someone laughs loudly. Doyeon would do whatever she likes; you on the other hand are a flower amidst the waves.
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You gasp loudly when you see Doyeon laying in the spot you usually take in when she wants your services. 
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You certainly did not expect her to already await you, but what’s even more surprising is everything else. The way Doyeon swipes disinterestedly on her phone is almost as confusing to you as her outfit. The cool casualness of the all black shirt, shorts and stockings, paired with surprising sexiness does not fit her image of a cruel negotiator and business woman.
“Hi,” she says and looks at you. 
“H-hello, my Queen,” you stutter and bow your head. 
You feel her gaze on you a bit longer, before she goes back to watching reels, shorts, tiktoks, whatever. Although Doyeon has never looked at you for this long at a time, you’re still not nearly as interesting as the modern, mindless entertainment videos. 
“You can leave the backpack there,” she adds, not bothering to speak louder than the voice from her phone. “Whatever is in it, you won’t need it for the next forty-eight hours. Just put it down.”
“Yes, Queen.” 
You follow her command. The heavy green backpack was filled with literally everything you could think of, like Spare underwear, a tooth brush, snacks, a razor, spare glasses, even a marker, ropes, and a brand new dildo. You remember the tingling in your stomach when you pressed all these things into the backpack.
“You’re very punctual,” Doyeon says and throws her phone somewhere onto her large bed. She inches closer, off the cushions, until she stands right before you. “It seems to be one of your virtues. I like that.”
“Thank you, my Queen.” You bow again and get on your knees. Like so often, you feel right at home. Whenever you’re here, this is your proper place, with your forehead right at her kneecaps. 
“And you are so obedient. I really like that” Doyeon coos and gently guides your chin up. Her thumb enters your mouth, the smell of her body enters your nostrils. It’s divine, golden, immaculate. You carefully suck her digits and moan an equally careful “thank you” as you do so. 
“Our taxi leaves in one hour. In the bathroom is everything you need. Pick the clothes that you like and the make-up that makes your cute face look even prettier.” Doyeon’s explanation is quick, point after point like bullets fired from a gun. “Only call me if something is urgent. Understood?”
“Yes, Queen.”
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Doyeon is constantly breaking all the notions you held about her before. She is so confident and absolutely majestic about it that it makes you doubt your eyes for a second. When you step out of the bathroom in one of the many simple, forgettable, loose outfits that were available, she already waits at the door in black leggings, a tight white crop top, and a huge overcoat draping from her shoulders. An outfit unfitting to your image before this day; she is really changing it up today.
‘Hurry up,’ she says with no urgency or stress, but excitement hidden beneath layers of professionalism. You take quick little steps behind her, down the stairway, across the lobby, into the taxi. Doyeon on the other hand takes strides, slow strides in brand new sneakers, but in your head they sound like clicking high heels. 
The taxi ride is quiet the first few minutes, until Doyeon breaks the silence.
“Why did you choose that outfit?”
You look at her, but she looks out of the window. Something is blocking your throat making your voice sound like a pathetic cheep.
“I thought you would like this, I’m sor—”
“It looks good, better than I thought.”
Then it’s back to silence. As more time passes, you feel yourself getting more relaxed. Even the taxi driver, an uptight professional with flawless driving skill, seems more tense than you. He doesn’t dare to clear his throat, although his face looks cramped. You still can’t point out what changed though. Maybe it’s her compliment, her more approachable manner?
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“We arrived. Follow me,” Doyeon says. You open the door on your side of the cab. The two of you climb out of the yellow vehicle. Doyeon throws what looks like at least two thousand dollars in green bills at the driver and tells him to stay put. She then turns to you.
“In the middle.”
Doyeon points towards the wide facade of the building right before you. Hundreds of people walk into and out of the rotating glass doors. Screens with billboards and repetitive ads are plastered everywhere. It seems that it’s even more extreme on the inside. Store after store after restaurant after store, some filled to the brim with people. A vibrant mall in the middle of a bright city. 
“In the middle,” the Queen repeats herself with more assertion this time, “is something like a plaza, with a red floor made of sandstone. Make sure to stay by my side and lift your head while we walk there.”
She leans down to your face and you freeze in place. Your knees almost bend at her hot breath and scary whisper.
“Everyone should see your pretty face.”
The strides, again. Doyeon’s long legs carry her quickly into the crowd. Your glasses almost fall from your sweaty nose when you hastily run behind her. Luckily, the tall woman is easily visible among all those people who dare to not part like the sea before her.
Behind the entrance, the crowd has thinned out a little, making it possible for you to walk beside Doyeon. You won’t lie, it feels odd. Her entire plan is odd. People might get the wrong idea. They shouldn’t get any idea to begin with. For those that notice you to think that you two are equals, acquaintances, lovers even would be utterly false. If they knew you just are her sex toy of course would be very much mortifying.
As your mind makes up one concern after the other, you don’t think about why you are heading to where you are heading. An empty plaza with a red sandstone floor. It fits the color scheme of the rest of the building perfectly. A space without endless amounts of feet trampling on it is massively needed to thin out the packed crowd. 
Suddenly, Doyeon reaches for your hand and entwines her fingers with yours. You yelp and look up.
“Keep your head up like this,” she says coldly, without looking at you. 
You cringe at the sweatiness of your palm compared to the dry coldness of Doyeon’s. They must be perfect for hand shakes during her meetings. She speeds up and drags you behind her for a second until you regain footing. Try to keep your head up, look at the signs above the stores, praising delicious food or sales for cloths or fucking insurances. Who goes to a mall to buy insurance?
“You see it?” Doyeon asks, gradually decreasing her walking speed. Ahead of you is the previously mentioned plaza. Rough-looking tiles spread out into all directions from which people flock to the stores they like to visit. It's impossible to make progress without bumping into them. However this plaza is completely empty and everyone has an unobstructed view of it, especially from the upper floor.
Your heart beats faster every meter you follow Doyeon into the middle. The moment she stops, her hands are on your shoulders and she pulls you in front of her. You didn’t notice that she put on one of those black face masks that not only block you from breathing in smog and viruses but also keep your identity hidden. With just her eyes she stares you down, you can’t help but feel like a tiny, fragile puppy before her. 
“Such a good girl,” Doyeon says and quickly drags a thumb over your glossy, red lips. “You know what to do, right?”
Doyeon unbuttons her overcoat to reveal her slender, athletic figure in tight clothes to you. Her leggings are pulled up just above her navel, the tight crop top makes her breasts look big and—Wait, what?
“Get on your knees.”
Around Doyeon, you always lacked the humane reaction to all her sexual requests: hesitation. She was just so overpoweringly convincing, there is no way you would have resisted her. But today it’s different. There are other people around, and you’re wide in the open for everyone to see. It’s just not the same, how could she expect you to oblige.
You stare up at her. Something about her gaze is off. It’s commanding, sure, but not with the same kind of power she usually possesses. It’s like Doyeon wants you to do it not out of fear or awe, but for a different reason. You try to decipher this reason as your hands instinctively reach for her overcoat for stability, almost having the audacity to touch her slender waist. 
It’d be easier if you could see the rest of her face, those beautiful features, the way they contort at the lack of your reaction. The frown above her eyes, each wrinkle is dishonest and not telling the whole truth. Doyeon’s nails suddenly dig into your biceps, but it’s just another front. She is not saying it, there is no reason, and so you just stand there, neck hurting from staring up.
“Get on your knees, please.”
You gasp. If it weren’t for Doyeon’s hands on your arms, you would have fallen backwards, died on impact. The red sandstone would meet the red of your blood, and if you’re honest, after hearing this, it’s not even half bad. You’re the one getting on your knees, the one who looks weird for bystanders, the one who is on mouth-level with Doyeon’s pussy, yet she falters and loses her power. 
Her hands are in your hair, making a mess of it, which isn’t unusual, however, today she is not pressing you into her core, her awaiting, eager lips. She is not using you, she is waiting for you to put your tongue on it. Even though she gives you all the control, the moment you realize the lack of panties underneath her leggings, you dig in. 
From the beginning, her moans are loud enough to drown out the announcement of a missing child. You lean in further, the hem of your skirt barely covering your butt now. You knew it was short, but it’s scary to think that anyone just needs to tilt their head a bit down to see a damp spot on your light blue panties. 
All because she said please? Throw away perhaps your job, your dignity, your life just for this one word? Judging from the way you find and nibble her clit with delight, it’s a resounding yes. You’re out of your mind—good.
Doyeon hisses and takes a step back. Your mouth instinctively follows and the inside of your thighs gets colder. People can see them, it’s not even a risk, it’s certainty. You hear the first shocked gasps from nearby girls. There are more and more people that slow down and stare. Those shopping stop and stare, those chatting stop and pull out their phones, even those in a hurry can’t help but stop and turn their head.
Flashes of light, the clatter of cameras accompanies your tongue as it presses the black fabric into the wet hole. You might not reach deep, but it’s enough to make Doyeon pull your hair in ecstasy. She goes from gazing up at the tall, glass ceiling, to down at you, the short girl with glassy eyes behind displaced glasses. She gently adjusts them, her sweaty fingers trailing over your equally sweaty cheeks.
Everyone is watching now. It’s eerily quiet, only whispering and the occasional camera can be heard. You know the rest is filming, gawking, getting aroused or infuriated, but your licks don’t stop. You eagerly eat Doyeon, faster than ever before. You dare to hold her thighs steady, as they tremble. Her arousal drenches more of her crotch, then her legs, but most importantly, your mouth. 
You get ready to drink when she finally pulls you in herself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as clear liquid goes through the expensive fabric and finds a way from Doyeon’s pussy into your mouth. Your nose is in her pelvis too, there is no oxygen, just cum and Doyeon’s feral groans. 
The next thing you notice is her hand on your wrist. Doyeon has the overcoat back on and pulls you up from your feet before sprinting back the same way you entered the mall. The two of you crush into the frozen, flustered crowd like a bowling ball into pins. People tumble and fall to the floor, as do your glasses. No time to look back, Doyeon is going full speed for a reason. 
Outside, unassuming travelers get shoved to the side, cursed out by her sudden regain of dominance, before she literally throws you onto the back row of the same cab as before. “West side, fast” she shouts at the driver and gets in as well.
The tires screech as Doyeon is still on top of you. She finds footing and grabs you by the sides like a child to make you sit up straight. The lack of glasses is not the main reason for your hazy vision. It’s all happening so fast, you forgot how to breathe up until this point. You take rapid, uncontrolled breaths; the strange smell of the taxi, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and death, is welcomed by your nostrils. 
“Hi, we’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes,” Doyeon says into a phone on her cheek as she pulls away the black mask. “Yeah, depends on traffic. But feel free to prepare everything. I’ll take blonde. Yes, darker. I don’t think yellow suits me.
“What about you?”
She looks over to you. Your face must speak volumes of your confusion and it gets even worse when Doyeon leans closer to you.
“What color do you want?” she says nonchalantly, as if the last ten minutes were just a fever dream, the imagination of a horny boy walking in a mall and imagining that these two women might be more than friends. 
“Uhm, I-I don’t—”
“Hair color, babe, which one do you want?”
Doyeon is so nonchalantly again, and you cannot deal with it. Her face is so fucking close, her smell suddenly too overwhelming and that word is making you spiral out of control.
“Pick whatever you want, it’s one me,” she adds and puts a finger on your knee. Only now you notice the red imprints and grazes on them and that they actually hurt. Your mind must have blocked out the way the rough sandstone grinded on your skin. 
“Uhm, I, uhm, I take blue?” you say, unsure, unfocused, but Doyeon is satisfied with the answer. 
“Did you hear that, Kellie? Yes, blue. I think a darker tone will suit her. Of course she is. Yes, see you, bye.”
Doyeon slides the phone back into her overcoat and opens it. Her chest is still heaving as well, her abs and navel are entirely exposed now, and her leggings are thoroughly soaked. It’s all you can see, because she is so fucking close. Even after this weird phone call, she still does not back off. Instead, she cups your entire knee and gently rubs it.
“I know you don’t understand any of this yet,” she sweetly says and chuckles. “But I know you trust me, right babe?”
Her eyes have this glow again. The same glow as back in the mall. This is a sincere question, there is real uncertainty behind it. Doyeon knows that she should be right about you trusting her, but you still have to confirm it. 
You nod, flushed, out of breath once more, before putting your answer into words. 
“Yes, Que—”
Doyeon puts a finger on your lips. She goes further in, lips on your earlobe, hot breath down your neck, fingers up your thigh. You are ready, so ready for her to make you melt into the seat. She just needs to bite down, put her fingers on your nub or just say the right word, and you would lose your mind.
“Don’t say it yet,” she whispers.
“Keep it for later, babe.”
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