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dark-moonlust · 4 months ago

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The Griffin’s Claim

Pairing: griffin x f!human reader Summary: your mate is obsessed with flying in the sky while you are strapped to his cock. He wants to keep your pussy stretched and filled. Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+!!, oral(fem receiving), tail stimulation, big 🍆, p in v sex, flying while strapped, lots of 💦.

This is one of my top fav smut. Please let me know if you liked it!!!

It was a lovely morning, and you had just finished your chores at the village. You walked deep within the forest, then headed up the slope, waiting at the clearing. It had been six months since you’d started dating your griffin, and despite your differences you had learned how to work things out. Interspecies matings were rare but not impossible in your age and time. With patience, you had even managed to take your boyfriend’s monster cock, though he was still training you to accept more pleasure.

At that thought, your pussy became wet and you rubbed your thighs to alleviate the need.

You heard your mate approach before you saw him.

The dense forest around you seized to exist as the powerful griffin you called yours, descended from the sky. He flapped his powerful wings with its colorful feathers, his body strong and lean, that of a lion. He had the head of an eagle, a long tail and wings that spanned wide across the sky. His eyes were sharp and bright amber, and they could see miles ahead.

Right now, his eyes were fixed on you as he landed gracefully before you. He was huge and tall, four times your height and tones heavier. But he was also so tender with you. He held you close to his tawny lion coated body, his wings coming to envelope your smaller frame. You buried your face in his fur, feeling completely protected while his beak nuzzled against your face.

“Ready to go home, my mate?” he asked, his voice husky. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, my love.”

Smiling you prepared to ride his back when he stopped you with a soft click of his tongue. “Aren’t you forgetting something, sweetheart?”

You pouted, shifted nervously because you knew what he meant. He wanted to strap you to his cock while flying. It was one of his ways to stretch your pussy. You had tried it a couple of times, always in the dead of the night when no one could see you. You still recalled how deep he had fucked you while soaring the sky. And the orgasms… they were so intense and toe-curling.

“Again? I… I don’t know if I can do this,” you muttered, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and thrill.

“You’re my mate,” he said, his shining amber eyes gazing into yours. “You can do this and you should be proud of that. Proud of taking my cock so beautifully.”

His words caused more liquid heat to pool in your pussy. “But… it’s broad light and someone might see. It’s shameful.”

He let out a low, rumbling chuckle. “Shameful? No, my sweet. It’s necessary. Because your tight pussy needs lots of preparation. It will take me at least half an hour to fly us back to our home, and that’s more than enough time to stretch your soaked little cunt around my cock.”

“People might see…” you trailed off, eyes lowering to the ground.

“Oh, I will make sure they see how gorgeous you are.”

With a gentle yet firm grip, he turned you around, lowering you on your hands and knees. You whimpered but obeyed as his large, clawed hands tore your clothes, tossing them away. You felt the sun kiss your bare skin. He really was going to prepare you for this. And your treacherous core clenched at that thought.

Sitting down behind you, your mate caressed the lines of your body, careful of his claws. “Smooth and soft.”

Strong hands cupped your breasts, enfolding them completely in his strong grip. He felt them up, massaging the pert mounds that were far too small in contrast to his massive palms. He rubbed around your aching nipples, flicking the buds. You whined and pressed back against him, seeking more. His touch trailed down your belly and he gripped your hips, spreading your legs apart and bearing your pussy and ass to his view.

“Let’s loosen you up so you can take my cock deep, hmm?” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

“Please… it’s so open here—”

“Be a good girl for me,” he said, slapping your bum lightly and causing you to jerk.

“Hey!”

Another slap, this time closer to your pussy.

You whined and wiggled your ass.

“Be good or else I’ll fuck both your naughty holes, cock in your pussy, tail in your ass.”

You stayed still at the (delectable) threat. “I’ll be good.”

Chuckling darkly, he leaned closer and opened his wings to shield you as his hot breath ghosted over your pussy. You bit back a whine and closed your eyes when he licked you up, his wide tongue lapping at your entrance. You clutched the soil and moaned softly as he ate you out, tilting his head slightly to the side, so that he didn’t hurt you with his beak. His tongue was blessedly long and it worked its way inside you, stretching and fucking your hole until you were panting with need, your embarrassment giving way to pleasure.

“Look at you,” he purred as he watched your pussy flutter. “So wet, so ready for me. Fuck… I want to be so deep inside you.”

Before you could respond, he positioned his front legs at the sides of your head, his underbelly pressing against your spine. The tip of his massive cock pressed against your entrance, probing carefully. It popped in with a wet sound and you both moaned loudly. A slow, deliberate thrust and he pushed further inside, pushing past the resistance of your body, filling you inch by inch. You cried out and arched back, the stretch almost too much to bear once he bottomed up inside you.

The angle was intense, his cock filling you so deep that your belly bulged with his size. You felt the fat head kissing your cervix, his ridges and protrusions stimulating your walls. Taking his dick seemed almost impossible but not painful, even if you were a human. You were his fated one, it was the reason why you could mate so intimately with him.

“Damn, so tight,” he growled as he thrusted deep, drawing back his cock which was laved in your juices before slamming back in. “But you’re taking me so well, such a good mate. Such a good cunt.”

His tail sneaked between your thighs, the tip rubbing your clit. You blabbered inarticulate words, your body trembling beneath him, his deliberate ministrations blindsiding you. Mating and fucking your monster boyfriend was no simple job. It took much more work than a regular human relationship. But you’d change nothing. You wanted him so much and it felt so good to be filled by him, body and soul.

Wet squelching sounds echoed through the clearing as you rocked against your mate, taking his monster shaft over and over. Your cunt stretched and tried to suck him in, fitting him like a glove. He growled and pounded his talons on the ground and it didn’t take long for both of you to reach your peak.

You came first, white-hot pleasure exploding like lightning bolts and taking over your body. Your whole frame trembled violently as he buried his shaft deep and released with a shrill, probably alerting the whole forest. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, his seed like a torrent at first then turning into ripples that slowly stopped.

Drawing back, his large cock left your pussy with a lewd squelch. You whined, feeling his seed trickle down your folds then drenching your thighs. Turning you head gently, his beak traced your lips in imitation of a kiss. When you opened your mouth, his long, flexible tongue slipped inside to explore your mouth. Your tongues danced together, and you tasted your arousal on his tongue.

”Now, let’s get you strapped on, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes glinting down at you.

“Pl…ease,” you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea. “It’s too much…”

“Is it painful, little one? Is that why you are so against it?”

“No!” you said firmly. “It’s just… I’m so sensitive, I’m gonna cum again—”

“Great. I want you cumming again and again, making a mess all over.”

With that, he rolled you on your back and lowered his body, so you were under his lion underbelly. Using his beak, he released the leather bindings at his sides and pressed even closer to you, his cock throbbing against your cum-stained pussy. Gulping audibly, you looked at his shaft; it had a stout round tip and surrounding ridges and protrusions along its length. And it was still rock hard, jutting against your folds proudly.

Your breath hitched when he thrust forward, impaling you in one smooth glide. You were far too wet and he stretched you open once again, taking away your ability to think with how deep and big he was. This time he didn’t fuck you. He stayed buried deep inside, your belly bulging against his own.

“Now strap the bindings safely around you,” he ordered softly, his eyes leaving no room for refusal.

Breathing shakily, you began to secure the buckles that cradled your bum, then the ones that fastened around your waist. It wasn’t an easy task… with his cock throbbing deep inside you and his fur rubbing against your sensitive nipples. After some minutes of fumbling and moaning at the friction, you managed to seal your body to his, both of you locked as one. You wrapped your arms around his body, your legs up in the air.

Your mate tested the security of the bindings, shifting to his full height, taking you with him. Suspended in the air, you nearly sobbed at the sensations. The slightest movements caused his cock to plunge and tease your insides. Your mate growled low, affected by the feel of you as he walked back and forth, with your weight under him, his cock pulsing inside you. Then he stood on his back talons, embracing you with his front legs. Just to make this doubly secure.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. “Feel how deep I am? That’s how I want you to take me. All the time.”

You could only hum and he spread his wings, his powerful muscles flexing as he prepared to fly. With a mighty leap, he took to the sky, the wind rushing against your skin, combined with the constant pressure of his cock inside you. Each beat of his wings took you high above the trees until the forest landscape became a distant blur. His cock drove you wild, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly, the sound lost in the flapping of his wings.

“That’s it,” he said loud enough for your to hear. “My perfect human mate, so full and stretched around me.”

The fly back home passed in a blur of moans and bliss. He gave you one orgasm after another, his seed filling you, leaking down your thighs in obscene amounts. He floated low enough to show you off, roaring proudly as he marked you for all to see, the scent of him bathing you. By the time you reached home, you were covered in his cum, exhausted but blissfully fucked.

Please let me know what you think? Comments and reblogs would make me super happy!

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whoopsyeahokay · 21 days ago

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Boyfriend Wally Clark (NSFW)

Wally Clark x fem!reader

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Wally is exactly the type of romantic who sweeps you off your feet. He's goofy, charming, affectionate. Always finding ways to touch you when you and he are with your friends. Holds you close and keeps you in his arms, on his lap, against his body on the couch that you and he usurp for yourselves at Movie Night. He's all about forehead kisses and laced fingers and cradling your cheek as he tells you how much he loves you. Brushes your hair out of your eyes and smiles at you like you're the only person in the world he can see.

Wally is exactly the type who soaks up compliments like a sponge, has both an ego and an insecurity that needs attention. He revels in your praise and devotion. He's attentive and loyal, there when you need him at the drop of a hat. Pulling up in his Mustang, ready to dote on his passenger princess, hand on your thigh as he drives one-handed, fingers digging into your flesh while he watches the road. He's into sweet gestures and reassurances. Respect. Thoughtful gifts just because and more thoughtful actions when you're not feeling well.

But Wally is also the type to whisper dark promises in your ear when you and he are surrounded by people in the hall, pressing against your back as you rummage through your locker, his hand roaming under your shirt to smooth up your stomach, fingertips teasing the edge of your bra. He wields his self-control like a weapon off the field as much as on it, grinding his hard cock into your palm through his jeans, his hand tight around your wrist—"Do you like what you do to me, baby?"—after he drags you into an empty classroom because he spent lunch watching Jackass Jake Tremblay flirt with you for your vote. "You like how hard I get just for you?"

Wally is also the type to get possessive, hard bites on your neck, sucking a necklace of bruises into your collar that you can't hide under your shirt. He wants everyone to know you're his. He makes you remember with his fingers in your pussy, dragging them in and out as he nips your ear, "No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else can see you like this." And you whimper and beg, writhing beneath him, legs spread wide to accommodate him. He eats you out, lips and tongue and light grazes of teeth, staring at you through his lashes, memorizing every sound you make as he edges you for longer than you can handle, fucks you with his tongue, tastes you like a feast made just for him.

Wally is exactly the type to fuck you until you scream. He starts slow when you're already on the brink, cock thick and heavy, teasing himself against you as he kisses your breasts, sucks your nipples, one hand on your throat—a reminder, a promise—while he strokes himself with the other, flushed tip against your entrance. "You need me right here, don't you baby?" And then he rocks into you in one deep, grinding motion, stuffing you so full you might burst. "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you scream my name, baby girl." It's rough, hard, he grips your thigh tight enough to bruise as he bites your bottom lip, licks into your mouth, makes you squeeze around him. "So tight, baby, so good for me. You want me to make you come? You think you earned it?"

Wally is definitely the type who fucks like an animal after he sees another guy talk to you, but he's also the type who gets off on making you wait for that sweet release when it suits him. But even he has his limits, begins to pant and groan, hips moving faster, hands around your wrists where they're pinned above your head, his other hand between his body and yours, spit-wet thumb rubbing your clit as he watches your face, wants to see the moment you fall apart for him and when you do, "Good girl, baby, fuck, that's it, let me feel it, baby, make me come" and you convulse around him, your pussy gripping him so tight as you come that it milks his climax from him. He moans, lips crashing against yours.

Wally is exactly the type to cuddle after sex. Gentle touches and soft kisses and loving words, fingertips grazing your cheek as he stares into your eyes in the afterglow. "I love you, baby," in a low, husky voice, forehead pressed to yours, his hand gliding down your body to your side, waist, hip, ass. He pulls you tight against him, already half-hard again, because, Jesus Christ, he's insatiable when it comes to you.

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if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Alphabet Soup.

smut. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several non-linear stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it. (Janet and Wally are dating to increase their social value. meanwhile, Wally wants to get closer to her step-sister. you.)

#milo manheim #wally clark #school spirits #school spirits season 2 #wally clark smut #wally clark fanfiction #wally clark headcanon #wally clark FAQs #fem!reader #wally clark x fem!reader #i did this instead of writing October Moon

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stychu-stych · 2 months ago

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Ok that comic about Narinder's resurrection took me much longer than I was expected 💦 but I'm almost done! for now here's some artvsartist I made

There'll be probably no more posts before 31.12, so I just wanna say thank you all for that year. I started publishing my CotL stuff in February few days after my birthday as a treat and because I didn't want to spam on my tattoo profile too much with my digital art. I didn't know back then that so many of you will be interested in my work. I didn't expect that I'll draw so many fanarts, that I'll be able to print my own artbook and I'll be seriously thinking about making a patreon. You're such a great community, I've read and even heard on some conventions so many nice things from you, I had a chance to talk and interact more with other great artists and writers in the community. Also welcome all new people, hope you'll like it here ✨ See you in 2025

#art vs artist #cotl #cult of the lamb

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therandompagesblog · 4 months ago

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SKZ Pack Book 2

~part of the SKZ mate series. See book 1 here ~

Summary: Now that Ateez has been destroyed Chan and his pack have become closer than ever. The wolves have gotten stronger and have gotten more powerful since they have bonded with their omega, but there is something darker still left to emerge. An old problem has started to resurface and will all the wolves make it out alive this time.

Warnings

This fanfiction may include distressing themes so please read with caution. MDNI All rights belong to the author. I own the created characters and plots to make this fanfiction. The themes DO NOT REPRESENT the real people. It is a dark romance themed fanfic!

⚠️ Omegaverse, A/B/O, Marking, Biting, Mating, Blood play, Mentions of Assault, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Torture, VERY SMUTTY, Misogyny, Anxiety, Depression, Angst, Fluff, M/M/F, Possessive SKZ, Cursing, Pet Names, Humiliation, Kinks, Gaslighting, Sexism, Dom/Sub dynamics, Threesome, Foreplay, Begging, and more⚠️

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MASTERLIST:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 💦

Chapter 4 💦

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 💦 ❗

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 💦

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 💦❗

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19💦

Chapter 20💦

Chapter 21💦

Chapter 22💦

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Epilogue

Bonus Chapter 1

Bonus Chapter 2 💦

Book 3 (it is a STANDALONE BOOK): here

Feeling Inspired by my fanfiction. Go ahead and write your own. Any ideas, concepts or themes used please credit me accordingly© If you are unsure message me, I definitely do not bite 💙 IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT STEALING MY WORK 🔪🩸 + 🔮🪄 = 🐺🩸🌙

SHOUT OUT TO THE READERS BELOW 👇🏻

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f14fun · 8 months ago

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pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 2

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: WATCH LIVE ON TWITCH: i dominate my sub (max verstappen) as we play the sims 4 together - he's streaming too, ig 🙄🙄

(pls subscribe to my patreon and all of the cool cc looks that I put together)

view comments:

maxverstappen1: That is not the picture that we agreed on you to post, Y/N.

yourusername: deal with it max emillian 🙄

maxverstappen1: I look horrible, please delete it.

yourusername: max, i mean it in the best way possible, but you look so babygirl 😍😘🥺

maxverstappen1: This? Means me?

yourusername: SEE?!? the word fits u, totally 😁😁😁

maxverstappen1: ???

user1: LMFAO MAX??!

user2: this is the most unlikely pairing/collab of the year, i'm bewildered

user3: ABSOLUTELY LIVING for this unhinged duo >>>

user4: the way they type is COMPLETELY THE OPPOSITE FROM EACH OTHER

user5: and we are totally living for it??

user6: they match each others freak in the phattest opposite directions its so funny everytime they interact

user7: this is the type of deluluship that i aspire to have one day

yourusername: DWAI! you will reach my level of mental illness and one day have to live in a mental insane aslyum like me! (my bedroom playing sims twenty-four seven)

user7: oh!- 😀 (trembling)

maxverstappen1: It's spelled as asylum*** @/yourusername.

yourusername: 😐😐😐 not funny

user8: ☠️☠️🫵🏾

user9: love to see a set of people constantly being able to humble each other, prime entertainment

user10: guys, the stream is so fucking funnny PLS WATCH IT RN.

user10: like my mom came in to tell me to eat dinner and she heard HOW FUNNY and UNHINGED it was and decided to join me 😭

yourusername: w mother fr ‼️‼️

yourusername: now max, this is a PRIME EXAMPLE of a MILF.

yourusername: watch and learn, okay!

maxverstappen1: I am still very confused...

yourusername: mom i'll learn from >>> mom i'd like to fuck

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maxverstappen1: Ohhh, I see

user11: the BLATANT gaslighting has me IN TEARS. 💀💀

user11: like this is what she chooses to do the minute she gets noticed by a f1 driver HELPPPP

user12: this is MORE UNHINGED version of everything in the yt video i beg for u guys to join in on the stream i swear, NO REGRETS FRRR

user13: when she started teaching max the words to club classics by charli xcx mid stream 😭😭😭

user14: NOT A REAL EXPERIENCE. LMFAO.

yourusername: what can i say, i just need to educate this man in pop culture 😁

yourusername: i swear he is gen-z guys, just with a tinge of millenial in him (we are working on fixing that!!)

maxverstappen1: Yeah, I wanna dance to me, I wanna dance to A.G, I wanna dance with George @/georgerussel63

georgerussel63: ???

georgerussel63: Eww mate, I will not dance with you Max

georgerussel63: You can't dance well, so no thanks 🙃

yourusername: i already like you george

yourusername: you are very funny

georgerussel63: Why, thank you. May I ask who you are?

yourusername: only the funniest girl on earth ‼️🎀🌍🫨🌋

georgerussel63: I'll give that title to my girlfriend, thank you very much, but you can take a close second

yourusername: i'll take it 😁😁🤣

maxverstappen1: ☹️☹️

user15: it's okay max, you can be babygirl in the corner with me

user16: george russel once again rendering max bitchless, in front of a hot girl nontheless ☹️

yourusername: it's okay, max is my bitch 😈💦😼

user17: girl, i'm astonished everytime you open your mouth

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾 part three will be out sometime within the next week, comment if you want to be added to the taglist! ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

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tarotmundomonde · 7 months ago

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What kind of sxx you attract?

(I did the reading thinking about if someone is lusting over you.) This is my first time doing a reading like this so make sure to leave feedback in the comments or askbox!! and let me know, what your thoughts are!

pick a number 1-5 OR an emoji 💦 🧨 💋 😈 ♨️

(ps. this reading is for practice & for fun)

1.💦 Dear pile 1, you attract sxx that is nothing like in your imagination/fantasies. The sxx you attract looks much more serene and peaceful than you'd think. The cards show intimacy and love making. Sxx, where you both end up with a wide smile on your face. Emotional bliss. Very high sxx drive. You seem to attract someone, who is a good fit for you. ++: There is a strong element of surprise here. Your person would keep you on your toes. Goosebumps, shivers, the chills. Very high tension. It's like you try to constantly think, guess, predict their next move and they want to show you that it won't help you. They definitely want to come from behind, too. And they don't mind you on top. Also, they like to tease you and in that way keep you on your toes. It's like every touch gives you the shivers. They want your whole body to be in shivers, shaking and tremble under their touch from anticipation. They seem to focus a lot also on your front point of your lower body, teasing and touching it a lot to get you off. They would definitely come from behind and take you by surprise from behind. And they will repeat it. So, although we see sweet energy in the cards and love making, there is also roughness and tension present as well. It looks like they want to wear you out. It's like teasing, edging, before doing it at full force. Also, they want to learn about your body or perhaps if you are the type to talk about what you like/want/expect beforehand, they want to show you they know what to do to you. They want you to feel seen, heard and understood. They also want to hear your voice, they want you to scream and to be vocal. By the way, it looks like they will whisper your name a lot, especially, when teasing you. And they like to pinch you? Especially the chest area. And there is a sense of doing it till you are totally wasted and finished.

2.🧨Dear pile 2, you definitely attract Big D Energy & actually a big D. You seem to attract the most basic sxx possible, but it's a happy ending. You definitely attract people, who are genuinely turned on and want to show you, how it's done right. Like what's coming through is attracting partners with a strong pride and so it shows in sxx. It's gonna be good, maybe lazy, but good, because these partners they care about what would be said about them. Passion mixed with feelings. It's not really that romantic, like said it's basic sxx. The focus is more on your partner and on them being desired. So you could feel it's a little boring or lacking, skipping steps, even disappointing, because they seem to be more focused on the deed itself & on themselves. But it's passionate and also, because of the matter of pride, it is good. And you seem to attract unplanned sxx, so it's like when it feels right and when you are in the mood. Yet, it looks like in a way they are prepared. Especially in the sense of showing you they know how to use their wand right. It seems you are gonna love it. But the main focus is on your partner and they know, how to use their wand and have you both have a happy ending by their wand. Had to say it, because there is a strong emphasis on that. ++: The cards show both missionary & from behind. So it seems you attract doing it possibly twice during one session. The cards show passion and intimacy, closeness. You attract sxx, where your partner likes to have their body against yours, pressed on yours. It also looks like you attract sxx that is most of the time initiated by your partner's desires/will. But it doesn't look like there is any warm up really. It's kinda like embraces & kisses and reading your body language and then just jumping into the action. Passion & moans. You seem to attract your partner wanting to have your mouth & your hands on their wand, if you catch the drift. They want to receive from you. And you seem to attract sxx, where your partner wants you to tell them how good it feels and that you want more and that you tell them to take you already. They could like to tease you a bit, where they are like -oh so you want more- and then just go for it. Definitely it's all about being in the feels. And also, it looks like you attract the person liking your hair, liking to touch your hair. Also, it looks like maybe you try to attract them into giving you more, you know, to touch your lower parts more, but they are not interested in that.

3.💋Dear pile 3, you definitely attract sxx in the bedroom! Like most certainly you do it in the bedroom and just in the bedroom. You attract pleasure and sensuality. You attract sxx that is really all about the senses. You know, looking good, smelling good, etc, but also the environment being set up. Like clean bedsheets & a clean bedroom, candlelights, maybe some aromas, etc. Perhaps drinking a bottle of wine from a fine glass, eating strawberries, etc. Luxury. There is also reference to sitting position, so perhaps you are on their lap, doing it on a chair or just sitting position. Also, you on top. Otherwise it looks like your partners really want to hold you strong. Like a strong grip. The waist area, so they really like to have a strong hold, grip on your hips. And pulling your hair, grabbing your hair, like really strongly. They also like to grab you from your feet and ankles and your tatas. So you can probably already guess a lot of possible positions from these details. They could be the type to come in swiftly, so you might always let out a small scream/shriek? It's just very piercing. They find the spot. But the cards show good chemistry, great pleasure, so happy ending. ++: Since you are all about the finest details & pleasure, there seems to be focus on lingerie & also possibly light bondages. It looks like you could be the type to really enjoy to feel a sense of power over your partners. So it does seem like you like to give them pleasure, to give them a happy ending with your hands. Also, you could be on top. There seems to be a fascination about your hands and also your feet. Like kissing and sucking your toes, your legs, your tighs, your hands and then your neck and kissing your lips. A lot of kissing, even french kisses. A lot of caressing and moving your bodies against each others'. A lot of touching, and light touches. You want them to intuitively know what you like. Also, it looks like it's always like a special occasion, it's very special & magical and you love it together. Definitely looks like night time mostly. Also, whether you both do it or whether it's them or you, but stealing something of theirs? For example you want to wear their shirt. And really, major focus on touches (handtouches).

4.😈Dear pile 4, you could attract drunk sxx and sxx in the shower. Also, angry sxx, revenge sxx, make up sxx. The best way to explain what the cards are showing is shower sxx. Because it can be very difficult to enjoy, when you have to be mindful of the slippery floor, maybe there isn't much space either and the awkwardness of the positions. So it's a struggle. Otherwise, it looks like pure fxcking. Multiple times, but pure fxcking. It's intense and goes deep, messy, all over the place. Could even be on the table. But yeah, pure intense fxcking. And maybe you can already guess it, but you could say there is an element of adventure to this pile. In the sense that you could do it in many places and in many different ways, lots of different positions. So in a way, you might not quite know, what you'll do each time, like where & how. ++: There is a sense like you know, what's coming. But it can also still be surprising, the intensity of it. It looks like from slow to really rough. It's like at first slowly caressing you, kissing and then boom. Suddenly they rip your clothes off and they can be very harsh/rough on you. You might attract public sxx, too, because you definitely attract someone, who doesn't mind that. But it's like someone wants you on your knees and they want it their way. They expect you to be submissive. They definitely expext a lot from you, you know, you on your knees and your hands/mouth on their lower parts. And they really like it from behind, they love it from behind. They like to touch and grab your ass, to spank it even but lightly/softly. And pulling your hair mercilessly. So very rough sxx, but then also making love. Like already said, pure fxcking. But add to it soft touches, soft kisses. In short, very wild sxx.

5.♨️Dear pile 5, you attract fated, meant to be sxx. It's all about you receiving. When someone wants you, they see you as this gift from heaven. They want to touch all of your body, they want to devour you. And they want you to feel it. I'm telling you, they want you naked and they just love all of it. They just really want to touch you. You are their main course and dessert, you are their whole meal. You are that special 18K cake and they want it all. That said, there is a bit of a pxrnish side here, kinda like they are a bit of a pxrvert, when it comes to you. They also want to devour you with their eyes. It's very possible they could enjoy, if there is a mirror or that they could see your reflection through windows. You attract sxx, where your person feels like they are meant to serve you & that means they need to in that sense be the dominant one. So, let's say you want to be on top, they would start to push their hips up, aka fxck you from under, and they love how your body moves then. Oh my goodness, do I even know, how to put it into words, what I'm seeing here?? But yeah, you are the one receiving. They really want to find all the ways to serve you right and they will definitely ask for your permission, so make sure to tell them. Because they seem to want you wide open, like they would open your legs wide open.. Yeah, just make sure to tell them, what's not okay and what you like, they take you seriously. And they just love to watch everything and all the shaking. Like when they play with their hands in your lower part, they love to watch that and love you watching it. Same when they play with your tatas. Same when they fxck you. Let's say they come from behind, they would love you to see from a reflection what it looks like and what they look like. Same if from the front, like let's say they touch you with their fingers and then they kiss your body from down to up, they would love you to see through a mirror or reflection, how they are moving closer towards your face, like.. yeah, I'm sure you catch the drift. They love to watch how your are tatas are moving, they love that. They love to play with them & "roll" them around in circles. Same with your lower part. They love doing things with their fingers down there and with their mouth. And it is indeed real raw fxcking. Like in so many positions, places and multiple rounds. Yeah, this pile is really something. And I don't know why, but I keep getting that they have a thicker one, their D. Also, something really strongly coming through as well is healing sxx & magical sxx. It means it's special and amazing. You attract the perfect match, like the sxx is always amazing. You attract sxx, where you have incredible chemistry with your person and there is balance of passion and love. It's so much good. ++: My goodness, you attract sxx, where your person really wants you to feel that your body is loved & your person truly wants you to feel loved. A lot of intimacy, embraces, kisses and then touching you softly, lovingly and with their mouth. They love your tatas and down there (their face, mouth, hands). They love to touch your ass. They like to kiss all of your body, even licking & sucking. Your person wants to be all you need and more. They really want to show you and they really want you in every way. I see deep kisses. Admiration and adoration. They love watching you & all your movements. You are so hot to them. They want you so bad, so thirsty for you. They really love having their dxck inside you. They really love doing you. They want to make you moan, they want you to feel, how you are so desired by them. It's really a pleasure to them to give you. It shows doing it in many places, the kitchen is coming through, living-room, bedroom, the floor, etc, many rounds, many times, different positions, it's gonna be intense and wild and passionate, it's gonna be raw fxcking, it's gonna be love making and making love. It feels like there is so much to tell with this pile but I tried my best and I hope you are getting the message.

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pac reading #daily tarot #divination

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month ago

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Do you think that the Great Seven are actually just better people in the TWST universe, or a big case of historical revisionism?

Been wondering since in the dream sequences "Yuu" gets, I'm pretty sure the story plays out as they were in their original stories? I originally thought this might just serve as a gameplay purpose rather than a narrative one, in case the player doesn’t know the original story or needs a refresher. But doesn't "Yuu" acknowledge their dreams in the story?

From their dialogue I'm pretty sure they don't recognize any of the Disney characters, or their stories, so from a narrative perspective I wonder if these are dreams they’re getting of the past.

Both concepts are fun to explore, but I gotta wonder which one is closer to twst canon.

Based on what I have seen so far, I think Twst is trying to hint at its history being revised. The latest two books (6 and 7) have strong themes of lingering on the past/a strong desire to maintain a happy lie rather than accept a harsh truth or change from that status quo. Additionally, Lilia drops this suspicious line in book 6: “[…] different cultures and species pass down lore in different ways—not every truth is written down. There is no shortage of historical narratives that have been twisted to suit someone's agenda.”

Yuu then has two dialogue options. The latter of these seems to imply the disconnect between the reality of their Disney dreams and the reality of Twisted Wonderland:

“Twisting historical narratives, huh...”

(For some reason, I've got butterflies in my stomach.)

Yuu doesn’t seem to indicate familiarity with the true Disney versions, but this could be for a variety of reasons such as serving more as a narrative device for the players, Disney not existing in Yuu’s Earth (since they don’t recognize the icon that is Mickey Mouse either), or maybe convenient amnesia. They do have small moments of confusion when faced with Twisted Wonderland parallels of elements from their dreams but only start making the direct connection between their dreams and irl events starting late in book 5. This is why they anticipated “something bad happening” and feel compelled to follow Vil (who, at the time, was intending to poison Neige). Yuu also suffers from several headaches and visions of their Disney dreams while conscious in books 6 and 7, They appear to consistently treat the dreams as premonitions and not as material they are familiar with or see as the truth.

There are cases where the non-villains appear as important historical figures. This includes the original heroes of the Disney films, who are still largely portrayed positively—it’s just that the roles of the villains have changed into positive ones as well. There are also cases of the same story diverging to create multiple variations, which implies that stories do warp and change over time. For example, we are told that the Sorcerer of the Sands exposed a fake prince for lying about his status to win the princess’s hand. At the same time, there’s another story about how a street rat happily married a princess.

I do want to point out that altering history isn’t always done intentionally or with malice. Some stories just naturally change over time or get forgotten if they aren’t recorded properly. Oral retellings tend to get altered as they spread or get painted with bias due to who is sharing it, and variations of the same story can emerge from different cultures. Sometimes it is the case where people want to hide information or are acting out of ill intent, it just isn’t true of all cases.

Maybe this will be something they address in the main story ^^ Personally, I really do hope it’s the revisionist history explanation, as it would be really interesting to see explored. If the truth is that the Disney villains are just good people in Twisted Wonderland 💦 it’s convenient for sticking to the status quo, but ultimately far less nuanced.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #Yuu #book 5 spoilers #question #Vil Schoenheit #Neige LeBlanche #Mickey Mouse #book 6 spoilers #Lilia Vanrouge

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hazelfoureyes · 8 months ago

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why smut with an ace character?

This person was a minor so I won’t reply directly. I would love to discuss sexual orientation and the wibbly wobbly nature of attraction and pleasure to someone who I think needs a space to discuss it but as an adult stranger? That’s not my place and I would be wildly uncomfortable doing so directly. But! For anyone who does see my blog and wonders why, I’ll have this set on my master list to save me time

Heheheheh MY TIME HAS COME

closing in on 5 months of being on tumblr and this is my first “BUT ACE!” Comment/inbox

so, why?

✦Alastor is canonically Ace! The aro aspect was mentioned by an important staffer but has been left off as a descriptor by Viv herself and no accepted as canon. She gave her explicit permission to write them as we are comfortable with.

✦Asexuals can and do fuck! 💦 (my source? My ace spec partner!)

✦Alastor’s ace spectrum is often times an important aspect of my stories!

I always have Alastor motivated into sexual situations for non-sexual reasons.

Closeness, intimacy, fulfilling a partner’s needs, a biological imperative, for power, for control, putting someone into a submissive to embarrassing position. It’s to see someone break and bend to his will (with consent).

But lets shift into asexuality now --- how I write him isn't a representation of all ace people! It’s just how I view his place on the spectrum. Being Ace doesn't mean you can't ever want sexual pleasure in any form, it doesn't mean you never think about sex or enjoy seeing it.

Letting people explore the range of being asexual is as important as with any other sexual orientation. If you feel people being non-sex repulsed and being Ace is making your own identification harder to make clear to strangers —- well then I wonder if the label itself is more important to you than the community we all desperately seek and need when we publicly acknowledge our sexuality. We publicly say we’re LGBTQIA+ because these labels are for self identification and signal to like minded people and allies we're here. This is how I love and how I want to be loved. Maybe one day a different word will exist to separate the spectrum but we’re living and working with what we have today and how we find each other now. “Why not call him grey ace?” It’s each individuals decision how they wanna identify!

Full circle. Why do I write SO much smut about an ace character? Of course I think that animated deer man’s personality is hot lmao but also because I love this character and identify with him a lot! Being ace doesn't mean he doesn't ever have sex or ever enjoy physical pleasures! Writing about someone seeking out pleasure for non-sexual reasons is very fun for me as someone who doesn't identify with the romantic aspect of sex many people put on it. Do ace people fuck for romantic reasons? Yes! Absolutely! Being Asexual doesn’t mean you’re Aromantic!

Why not write fluff or QPR? Because I'm aromantic and it's harder for me but I am trying and am getting better at it because I want to write more things that meet the needs and wants of many kinds of people. As for QPR, I'm still learning what those relationships look like and learning how to idenfity them in my own life!

And finally— it’s valid to write him as any form of Ace or even not Ace at all! I prefer to keep him Ace spec but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong to make him not. He’s not real and the creator has given us permission to do so. 👌🏼

#hazbin hotel #alastor #arospec #acespec #non-sex repulsed ace #Hazbin hotel fandom #Hazbin hotel smut #asexual #aromantic

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birthanon · 10 days ago

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🤰2️⃣🏠🖐️🏳️🦵🐢💦

+bad positions (i don’t have the emoji)

For the build a birth game/prompt

Yay my first emoji prompt! Thanks for this, I had fun with it. I don't really do orgasmic births as I said when I reposted this, but I did try to have at least one more pleasurable moment. I hope that fits your ask well enough.

Summary: to earn money for her twins, a woman and her husband stream the birth with a twist, every twenty minutes she has to switch to a different position decided beforehand by the viewers! Contains: fpreg, willing birth denial, pushing the baby back in, a straight couple, streamed birth.

Rebbecah gasped for breath as her latest contraction eased, then sat up slightly on her bed so she could get a better look at her husband, Drew, as he fiddled with camera equipment.

“You better be ready with that equipment,” she gasped. “‘Cause the baby’s coming.”

“Just a moment,” Drew said.

Another contraction struck, and Rebbecah moaned, pressing her legs together to try and forestall the massive head that was shifting deep inside her. Still it moved, the pressure on her cervix increasing just slightly.

“There we go.” Drew stepped away from the video camera, which was blinking red. The computer next to it showed what the camera was seeing, Rebbecah sitting on the edge of the bed—her long brown hair tied up in ponytail that had seen better days, her face red with exertion and covered in sweat, the tight red dress she wore, which clung to her enlarged chest and her massive torpedo stomach. The amount of live views was already up to nearly thirty people despite having just started, and was continuing to tick up.

“Hello everyone, welcome to our live birth stream. For those who are new, I’m Drew and this is Rebbecah, as she’s been in labor with our twins since last night. Her water broke an hour ago, and I’ve just confirmed she’s ten centimeters dilated and ready to push! We’ve asked for suggestions for birthing positions, and I’ve gone ahead and picked three per child. The way this is going to work is I’ll call out a birthing position and help Rebbecah get into it, she’ll then have to hold that position for twenty minutes. After which, she can get into any position she wants to finish birthing the child. Think you can do this, Rebbecah?”

It had seemed like a really good idea yesterday, now, already exhausted from hours of labor, Rebbecah was slightly less sure. But this was for her husband, for her fans, and more importantly, to raise money for her children. When they’d budgeted having a kid, they hadn’t planned on two after all. “Yes,” Rebbecah confirmed.

Drew grinned at her, a large, brilliant smile. “Good, good, and you remember our safe word?”

“Turtle.”

“That’s right. We want to have some fun, but we value your safety and the baby’s safety first. Use it if you need to.” Then Drew turned to the camera again. “As a reminder, all proceeds we get today will go into a college saving fund for the babies. Let’s start with our first position—lotus.”

Rebbecah slowly shifted her weight to the side of the bed and spread her legs, allowing her long, heavy stomach to sink between them. Then, slowly she rose. Gravity shifted, pulling the baby further down, and she gasped at the sheer weight of the baby’s massive head in her hips. She began to squat down, triggering a contraction, and she couldn’t help but push. The head moved, stretching her, creeping down. So full. She moaned. The contraction eased.

With Drew’s help, she carefully sat down on the ground. The hard tile floor of their playroom pressed harshly against her overly sensitive crotch as she sat. Then she shifted back so she could cross her legs, and it was a little better. On the plus side, her pussy was not touching the hard floor. Her stomach, low with birth, was, however, resting inside her lap. Everything felt scrunched up. She couldn’t lean back in this position, though her body demanded it.

“This is good,” Drew said. “Now rest your hands on your knees like you are meditating, and we’ll start the timer.”

That would require shifting her weight from her hands to her legs, moving everything forward even more. It seemed an awful idea, but this had originally been her idea, so she complied. Contractions lasted for about one minute, breaks lasted for about two. She only had to hold this position for about six contractions. She could do that.

The first contraction came, and she curled up around her stomach, her hands slipping from her knees to hold the firm, contracting orb. She pushed, and gravity helped. The head moved down, still, so deep in her. It eased. She returned to her position, breathing deeply, and making “om” sounds for her audience.

The next contraction struck, and she pushed through that one, curled around herself. By her third, she was soaked in sweat, her dress stuck to her, tugging at her. Everything felt tight. She needed to lean back, to spread her legs fully, to give herself more space. She needed to escape, claustrophobia making it hard to breathe.

“Please,” she gasped to Drew as the contraction died down. “The dress. Take it off.”

“All right,” Drew said. “We’re just under half way through our first position, and we’re going to pause real quick for a wardrobe change.”

He knelt by her, warm hands brushing her thighs as he helped shimmy the fabric out from underneath her butt. Then she held her hands over her head and he pulled it off. She felt instantly better. Then, under her direction, he removed her large, black lacy bra, leaving her completely naked. He resumed his station by the phone timer, and she placed her hands back on her knees.

She looked up at the computer facing her and grinned at what she saw. She sat cross legged, hands resting on her knees, her stomach filling her lap, her large breasts hanging down on top of her stomach. Though she was clearly exhausted, she seemed to glow, like some sort of fertility goddess, a mother buddha.

Then her fourth contraction struck, she watched her stomach visibly sink into herself with the force of her muscles, before she closed her eyes and gave in to her body’s demands, pushing.

She reached her sixth, gasping, sore and eager to move again, waiting eagerly for the timer to go off, but because of the pause to change clothes, a seven struck while she was still lotusing. She groaned, curling into herself. There was so much pressure, the help of gravity, but her legs weren’t spread enough, there wasn’t enough room.

“And that’s time,” Drew announced, and Rebbecah smiled, satisfied she finished the first twenty minutes and made progress. She spread her legs in relief, stretching them, and grinned as she caught sight of her bulging pussy on the computer, hinting at the size of the head waiting just inside her lips.

“Looks like she made good progress,” Drew commented. “Your next position is hands and knees.”

Rebbacah smiled in relief, and with Drews help, managed to get into the position, her forcefully spread legs making it rather difficult to move. She couldn’t see her progress, but she could see her stomach, hanging down beneath her, nearly touching the ground. This was a far better position, and she was eager to make progress in the next twenty minutes.

The first contraction came, and the difference was immediate, there was far more space, and the baby moved forward, stretching her lips for the first time. She gasped at the sting and stopped pushing for a moment, surprised. Then her body’s demand to push took over, and push she did. The stinging sensation grew. “It’s coming,” she gasped between pushes, “it’s coming!” Then the contraction eased, and the baby slid back. Rebbecah groaned, panting for breath.

The next twenty minutes passed relatively quickly, the head slipping out just a bit more with each push, stretching Rebbecah in ways she’d never been stretched before, and then sinking back into her when she stopped pushing. By the time Drew called time, the head had just begun to stay, a messy bit of dark hair peeking out between her pale, stretched lips.

“I think we’re just about reaching a full crown,” Drew announced. “Wonderful job my dear, are you ready for the third position?”

Her knees were sore, so Rebbecah nodded, distracted by the stretching that was happening down below. Balancing on one hand she reached out with the other, awkwardly around her large bump until she could cradle her child’s head. She whimpered when she accidentally bumped it, sending shooting pains through her body, but smiled as she cupped the emerging head gently in her hand. She was so distracted she didn’t quite process the next position Drew had announced. “Sorry?” she asked.

“Handstand,” Drew repeated. “In the interest of safety, I’ll help you up each time you have a contraction, then once it eases you can go back down into a resting position.”

Rebbecah paled. The baby was right there. “No,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“Are you going to use your safe word?” Drew asked.

Rebbecah played with the hair on her emerging child’s head, then glanced at the viewer count and the amount raised. They needed more. “No,” she said. “Let’s do this.”

Drew tried to help her stand, but she only got about halfway up before her hips protested. She couldn’t do that. Instead, she crawled to the wall, her baby’s head sticking out of her pussy the whole way, rested her head on the pillow Drew had placed for her, and waited.

“Contraction,” she said as her stomach began to tense. Then she kicked, awkwardly, weakly, off the floor. Drew caught her legs, and pulled them all the way up.

Her legs got forced together in the process, the gravity shifting, and her baby sunk back into her despite the force of the contraction. Rebbecah screamed in pain as her baby kicked in protest. She wanted to reach up and caress her stomach, but she was using her hands to support herself. Her breasts had fallen in her face, dripping sweat and milk across her cheeks. The agony continued on, the blood rushing to her head, the weight of her over-stretched womb pressing on her lungs. Forget sixty seconds, or even two minutes, it seemed to go on forever. Then, finally, her stomach eased, and Drew helped her feet down, until she curled in a ball around her stomach, panting.

The pain in her crotch had eased. All the progress she’d made in the last twenty minutes erased during a single contraction. She could still feel her baby between her hips, right behind her lips, filling her. Five more, she told herself.

The baby eased back down between contractions, settling against her lips again. Then her stomach began tightening, shrinking away from her arms and thighs, and Rebbecah gathered herself and kicked off the ground once more. Drew, ever faithful, caught her legs and got her the rest of the way up.

She’d thought this one would be less bad, since she’d already lost her progress. She was wrong.

She could feel her baby sinking further back, into her birth canal despite her contraction. Groaning, she focused her core and tried to push against gravity. The baby stopped sinking back. She managed to keep it there, just behind her lips, pushing with all her might. As the contraction eased and she was gently brought back to the floor, she even managed to push it out a bit more, the sting of her lips spreading a welcome sensation after the lost process. She felt proud of that progress, right up until the next contraction when it sunk right back in her again..

She was barely aware of herself as he lowered her down after that contraction. As soon as she could think again, she reminded herself that she was half done, three more to go. And then the next struck. It was harder to get up. And she’d barely managed to catch her wits after it, when the next contraction hit. She lost count. Was she done? Did she have more? Her whole being yearned for the alarm.

Another contraction, surely that had been six already? She was dizzy, exhausted, pushing against gravity just to keep the baby at her lips, then, mid-push, the alarm went off, and Drew thankfully lowered her to the ground. She immediately kept pushing, and the long forestalled baby shot forward, returning to a partial crown in moments.

“That was a tough one, Rebbecah,” Drew said, “But you did it. Now how do you want to finish this birth out?”

Remembering how right it had felt to push while squatting, she chose that, and Drew came up behind her, his warm body pressed against her, supporting her as she fell into a squat, her hips wide, the baby coming out. By the time she’d managed her position, the contraction was upon her. She pushed, grunting in effort, watching herself in the computer as the head slowly, but surely emerged. The nose was just making its exit when the contraction stopped, leaving her gasping, spread at her widest point, her legs shaking with effort and pain.

“It’s coming, one more push, love,” Drew said.

So she pushed, and with a gush, the head popped free. Dizzy, with relief, She collapsed against Drew, staying only in her squat because he held her there, as the shoulders began to turn. She reached down, holding the head as her pains returned, and she began to slowly push out the shoulders. They were even wider, and took two contractions to get out despite her best pushing, but finally, the baby gushed out of her and began to cry.

“There’s baby number one!” Drew announced. He helped Rebbecah down until she was leaning against the bed, and went to fetch scissors and she held the baby close to her, soothing it. The two of them made the most of the refractory period, then then contractions began again.

“Time for baby number two,” Rebbecah announced, reluctantly handing her first child to Drew. She was exhausted, but the brief break and actually seeing the baby left her feeling revitalized. She could do this again. There wasn’t a position that could be worse than upside-down. “What’s my first position?”

“Tied to the wall,” Drew answered, setting the baby down in a waiting crib and gesturing to the chains which hung on their wall for their more spicy streaming sessions.

With shaking legs and Drew’s assistance, Rebbecah waddled over to the wall, where Drew attached the cuffs to her hands, then pulled the chains taunt, pulling her weight up, off her legs. Then he spread her legs apart and secured them to the wall as well in the leg cuffs. Her arms, tied together above her head, taking most of her weight and restricting her breathing, her legs forcibly spread apart.

It was uncomfortable, but doable, her contractions came, she pushed, and the baby moved slowly but surely down. Far easier than her first baby since she had already stretched, but she was exhausted, her pushes were less powerful, and so the two forces evened each other out. Being chained to the wall like this was familiar, one of her favorite games, and it allowed her to embrace the pain. She vocalized freely, moaning with each push, feeling the baby spread her wide open, completely lost in the sensation of giving birth.

Drew, meanwhile, was also distracted, answering questions in the chat, watching his baby, and of course his beautiful wife, tied to a wall, her stomach visibility sinking into her with each contraction. She was beautiful, and it made his length ache with desire. So caught up with the sight he was, that he didn’t realize he’d forgotten to set the timer.

It wasn’t until forty minutes later, when the baby’s head began to crown, that he realized his mistake. Quickly, he set his phone to a one second timer, so it would go off. At the sound, Rebbecah’s eyes opened. She smiled, panting. “Seemed to last forever, that one,” she joked. “Baby’s pretty much already born.”

Drew smiled, awkwardly. “You are doing great my love. But you can’t give birth just yet. Still have two positions to do.”

Rebbecah eyed Drew nervously as he drew closer. He reached for her chin, turning her toward him so she could see his smile. She smiled back at him, exhausted.

“I’m so very proud of you,” he said. “You’ve done so amazing.” He leaned in, and kissed her, and she kissed him back, passionately, feeling his hands caress her belly, and then reach down lower, until one cradled her baby’s head. He pressed his lips more insistently against her, his other hand moving up to fondle her leaking breasts. She moaned into his advances, heat pooling between her legs then, with a quick jerk, he shoved her baby’s head back inside her.

She cried out, breaking off the kiss as the agony coursed through her. Her baby kicked, she couldn’t breathe with pain, yet he chased her with his mouth, capturing her lips in another kiss. He stepped away reluctantly, hand dripping with birthing fluids.

“There now,” he gasped, pink-cheeked and clearly aroused. “You are all ready for your second position—sitting on my lap.”

He untied her, easing her back to the floor, when another contraction hit. Remembering the agony of having the baby shoved into her, Rebbecah tried not to push, and succeeded for only about ten seconds before she gave in, squating instinctively, spreading her legs, grunting with effort, feeling her baby begin to emerge once more.

Drew waited patiently for the contraction to end, then pulled her over to a soft chair before the camera. He sat down, then he eased her onto his lap, so she was facing him. Her naked, gravid stomach pressed up against his well toned abs. He’d removed his shirt at some point, though Rebbecah couldn’t remember when that happened. Then Drew’s hands caught Rebbecah’s hips. One of her legs on either side of his thigh, he pulled her down until her cunt rested directly atop his thigh, naked except his navy blue boxers. She glanced down, noticing his very prominent bulge. “Glad you’re enjoying this,” she said.

Then a contraction hit. She instinctively used her feet for leverage to pull herself off him to give herself even an inch or so to give birth, but his hands around her waist held her still. After two contractions with zero progress, she gave up trying to escape, and instead leaned into it, grinding against his thigh, trying to chase the agony and exhaustion away with the growing warmth down there.

Each time she shifted back and forth, her stomach rubbed against Drew’s dick through his boxers. He groaned at the sensation, holding her closer and closer, as she pressed down on her thigh. The pain of the contractions was distracting, she couldn’t quite reach an orgasm before getting distracted, but the growing heat was doing something for the pain.

Drew, unfettered by contractions, leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. They were hot, moist, cloying. Enjoyable, and yet at the same time too much. But it was all too much, so Rebbecah leaned into it, pressing down harder searching for release, for something, for anything, to escape the pressing need to give birth.

The alarm went off, but Drew was caught in the moment and didn’t seem to notice, his breathing staggered.

Rebbecah pulled away, gasping. “Drew, the timer. Please. I need to give birth.”

But he chased her lost in his own ecstasy, forcing his lips on her once more. Another contraction hit, and Rebbecah could resist the urge to push no more—she did, feeling her baby press against Drew’s thigh as he finally reached his climax, his breath stuttered, and wetness bloomed across his boxers.

Her contraction was over by the time his breathing had steadied and he managed to stop the timer. Rebbecah took the opportunity to use his shoulders and stand, her legs spread over his. The baby, just behind her lips.

“The last position?” she asked desperately.

“Laying on your stomach.”

That seemed awful, but the pressure at least, would force the baby out faster. She agreed, and he helped her down to her hands and knees, then, carefully, gingerly, she lowered herself down. The force on her stomach ached, then came a contraction. She pushed and the baby jerked forward after being contained for so long. The sudden burning came as a surprise and her shaking arms gave way, dropping her down to the ground, adding to the pressure within her exponentially. With a sudden searing pain, the baby was at a full crown, and it was just the first contraction!

“That was fast,” Drew said. “We can’t have that.”

Quivering, legs spread, laying atop her massive stomach, she waited for the telltale touch of his hands on her. They brushed past her clit, playing there for a moment, then cupped her baby and shoved them in. She cried out, feeling her lips close once again over the child's head. Her vision grayed out a bit, and then she was pushing once more, and the stretching was happening, and the baby was coming out again, the pressure on her stomach was so much. Then his hands, were there again, about the push the baby back in and—

“Turtle!” Rebbecah cried. “Turtle, please. Please don’t.”

Immediately, Drew was there, helping her up, off her stomach, her baby still at a full crown stretching her wide. He helped her exhausted, shaking body back into the squat. A contraction came, she pushed, and the head inched forward. She whined. “Come out, baby, come out.”

“You are doing marvelously, love,” Drew whispered, running hand through her hair. “I am so proud. You are so strong.”

The next contraction came, she pushed again, for a full minute and a half, the baby’s head bobbed in her cunt, unmoving, her stretched, red lips glistening. Then finally, at the next contraction, something shifted, and the head shot out. Her legs gave out at the shock, and Drew eased her gently backwards so she was leaning against him as the shoulders twisted, and then, finally emerged, crying. “We did it,” Rebbecah gasped, smiling, tears streaking her eyes. Then she looked up at the amount of money they’d made. “Wow,” she gasped. “We really did do it. I think we could even afford to have some more.”

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Together Forever (Doll!Kabukimono x F!Reader) (Modern AU)

Photo by ShiNesWorkshop on etsy Ah~ I wish I could buy a doll like this, they are so pretty TvT

Also this is something I wrote last year… but because of what happened back then I couldn't correct some things and post it. But now I want to let it go. So sorry if it's not good. Back then I was in mood for something more creepy 👀💦 The ending is up to your interpretation. ------ In your neighbourhood there is an abandoned house to which your friends wanted to go. That day you didn't have anything better to do, so you tagged along. And you have been curious about the building that was left in this state for some years now. You would hear some rumors, claiming that the house is haunted, that the last inhabitant died in unexplained circumstances. But now you know the truth.

In the past there lived two beautiful sisters, you vaguely remember them. But one day both of them vanished. You learned from your parents that one of the sisters died in an accident and the other one became depressed, because of that she never wanted to come out from her house. Till one day her good friends came and convinced her to move out with them, they knew she didn't have any family left and didn't want to leave her in such state alone. Back then you were too young to know what happened, but not long ago you asked your parents about it and they told you the whole story. The only thing that nobody knows is why the house wasn't sold yet and stood abandoned for years.

Your group decided to go check the house before night falls. One of the friends checked if any neighbors were outside or looking through the window. Many people think it's not good to just barge into the house, maybe they didn’t want some hooligans to ruin it or steal from it. It is said that she left some furniture and other stuff, maybe this is why some neighbours think there is a chance that one day she will come back. The back door was open, it seems someone already broke into the house. You and your friends got excited while coming one by one into the house. -"What if we will see ghosts?" one of the guys said while looking through dusty furniture. -"Is this why you took the camera with you?" another guy asked with a deadpan expression. -"Yeah! Okay… how about we split up? The house is pretty big." You weren't a fan of this idea but most of the group was already deciding which room they wanted to check.

After some time while you were checking the second floor you heard some noise coming from above you. When you stopped to listen to it, it sounded like someone was crying. Looking up you noticed the door leading to the attic. -"G-guys? Can you all come here?" After that everyone came to where you were standing "Can you all hear that?" Everyone was silent. The noise stopped. -"Nope. What did you hear?" One friend asked. -"It's… it's like someone was crying… I think? I'm not sure…" you said with worry written on your face. -"Well… how about we check it out?" the same friend with a camera said with a big smile. "O! Look! I can open the door with this!" He took the attic pull down hook and opened the door. The ladder appeared and your group was looking up. -"So.. who is going first?" Nobody wanted so you all played rock, paper, scissors. And you lost. You went up, looking around you only saw more dusty furniture and things, forgotten by the world. You call your friends and they get up one after another. -"Eh… I thought there would be something… I don't know… maybe even a corpse." -"Oh shut up… I think we all should leave now…" one of the girls said, not liking the idea of staying here longer. -"No way! I think we can find something interesting here!" while your two friends were arguing you came closer to the fancy box that caught your attention. You blew dust away and opened it, finding a beautiful doll. -“What did you find (Y/n)?” one of the girls asked. -“A doll? So creepy~” Your friend with a camera came, filming it. -“Hm? Why? I think it’s really pretty!” you told them, caressing the head of the doll. -“Hey, guys… don’t you think this doll looks very similar to the ladies that lived here?” the girl that wanted to leave came closer, taking a look at the doll -“Yeah and it looks like a boy? Did any of them have a child?” another guy said. -“I don’t think so? It’s been a while but I never saw any child with them…” you replied. You all tried to remember anything if one of the twins had a child. -“I only remember the girl that was a bit older than us back then with pink hair…” the other friend said. -“Oh I remember her!” You remembered the girl that was a child of one of the close friends to the twins. “Her name was Miko!” you said. There was silence between you and your friends. After some time one of the guys said, -“Do you think she had a child that died too?” -“Would she leave this doll here then?” You asked. -“She was in a bad state of mind right? If she lost a child and then a sister…” -“Alright, stop it! It’s just sad to even listen to this!” one of the girls said. You looked at the doll, you felt sad for it, lying in this box, abandoned and forgotten. -“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” one of the friends asked. You put the doll into the box, close it and take it with yourself. -“We promised to not take anything from here!” -“I know! But… I don’t know why, I feel bad for it! If the lady ever comes back then I’ll give this doll back to her!” you said, your friends seem confused, why do you want to even take this creepy thing with you? -“Alright, just don’t tell anyone that you took this from here.” One of friends said. -“Don’t worry, I won’t!” you said, smiling to yourself.

When you came back home you took the doll from the box. -“Aren’t you a pretty one?” you said looking at it in your hands. Because it was in the box, the doll is in good condition, a bit dusty but you can clean it. The doll reminded you of those ball jointed ones. You tried to search if this doll is available for buying, curious if one of the twins bought it because it looked similar to them. But you didn’t find anything. You were wondering if one of them made the doll. -“So much work went into making you… why would she leave you in the attic?” you started to brush its hair. Talking aloud like it could hear you. You realized you can take the clothes off from the doll, so you did it. You covered the doll in a rag so it wouldn’t sit ‘naked’, while you went to wash its clothes. -”I’m sorry, your clothes are drying, so you have to stay like this for now.” You petted the doll head. -“I wonder if you have a name…hm…” you said, looking at the doll. You feel mesmerized by its pretty face and lovely indigo eyes. For the next few days you would take photos of the doll, it made you want to buy more clothes for it but after seeing the prices for clothes made especially for dolls like this, you decided that you would rather try to make ones yourself.

When you would do your homework, study or just play games you would place the doll on your lap, for some reason it brought you some comfort when you held it close. This was very childish and you know it, but you couldn’t help but still do that. You even made a little pillow and cover and changed its box into the bed for it. At first you wanted to place the doll by your side when you were going to sleep, but you got worried that you could damage it or even throw it from the bed while you move in your sleep. There were some weird incidents. Like one time you came back from school and found that your PC was turned on and your doll was sitting in front of the monitor. When you get busy doing homework there are moments where the doll would fall face down. No matter how you place it will still fall. you started to joke that it just wants your attention back. One time you woke up to be greeted by lifeless eyes of the doll that was lying by your side. You were creeped out but tried to explain to yourself that you somehow forgot to put it back in its own ‘bed’.

You’d always leave the doll at home when you went to school, more worried that it could be damaged or lost, than what other people would think about you. Yet one time, in your first class, when you opened your backpack to take your notebook the first thing you saw was a doll between books and notes. Your friends with whom you went to the abandoned house would make jokes that the doll is possessed, not taking anything seriously that you said. You were scared, but because of them you tried to convince yourself that there is an explanation for all of this. After all, it’s impossible for the doll to be 'alive', right?

When you came back home, you were watching it intensely, to see if it would blink or even move a little bit. You had the urge to even say to it “Blink if you’re alive” but the thought of what you would do, if it really blinked, scared you. After 5 minutes of staring, you sighed. -“There should be some explanations for all this stuff…” You decided to ‘take a break’ from the doll, for the next few days you just left it in the box, you didn’t take any photos of it, you didn’t hold it when you were watching movies. You didn't even brush its hair. And one night when you were sleeping you woke up to the feeling of someone sitting on the edge of your bed. You couldn’t move, even if you wanted to turn around and see who was sitting here. Then you felt someone caressing your hair, you could feel someone’s breath on your ear and then you heard

“Let’s be together forever.”

You turned around, finally able to control your body again, but there wasn’t anyone there. On the desk you could see the doll, sitting in the box, its head turned towards you. You couldn’t take this anymore and for the night you closed the box and put it in your wardrobe, but you didn’t fall asleep for another two hours. In the morning, you were woken up by an alarm, turning it off you noticed the box on the desk. Getting up you approached the box, the doll was lying in it. You wondered if what happened at night was just a dream. While getting ready to school you didn’t notice the door to your wardrobe was slightly open.

After you came back home, you noticed a note on the dinner table. Something happened to grandma and your parents left to see how serious the situation is. You called them, asking how grandma is and they told you that everything is fine, but they will stay at grandma’s place for the weekend to help her around the house. You didn’t like the idea of staying home alone now. You called your girl friends to ask them if they would like to come for a sleepover. But sadly everyone already had plans for the weekend. -“Just my luck…” you sighed. You spend the rest of the day in the living room, watching dramas and some movies, too lazy to do your homework. At some point you felt your eyelids getting heavier. You're not sure why, but when you woke up, you felt like something was wrong. The drama was continuing on your TV, you looked at the clock and saw that it's 22.33. You yawned and then looked around the room, but nothing changed. You tried to brush off this uncomfortable feeling and you turned the TV off.

And then you heard it. Thump thump thump You heard someone walking around the house. "Did someone break in?" You were wondering. The sound stopped at the entrance to the living room. You held your breath and slowly turned towards the entrance. In the doorway, there stood the doll. You felt like your heart was going to stop. You couldn’t even make any noise from the fear. 'How is it possible? Is this some kind of prank?' Those questions swarmed in your head. There is no way for a small doll to make such noises while walking anyway. When you blinked the doll was closer to where you were sitting. You got up from the couch and ran towards the exit. But before you could reach it you fell, you could feel a cold hand holding your ankle. “Why are you running? Don’t you even dare try to leave me too…” You heard a soft, male voice. You turned your head to look at what was holding you. It was the little hand of the doll, its eyes were filled with life, the face normally always without any expression was now smiling. “I love you.” And with that, you blacked out.

Sunday evening, your parents came back home. Your mother called for you but you didn’t reply. Going to your room, your mother found you laying in bed. She thought that you just called it a day and went to sleep earlier. If she came closer she would see you holding a doll close to your chest, its little hands clutching to your clothes while its head turned to your face. Its beautiful eyes were filled with adoration.

#Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact x Reader #Kabukimono x Reader #Scaramouche x Reader #Kunikuzushi x Reader #Wanderer x Reader #My stuff #Genshin Modern AU #yandere genshin #Yandere Kabukimono

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