#maillot

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Not going to lie. I never really had given a thought about bratting (or domming in general tbh) but your post about types of brats made me curious and after looking it up... I can't help but think about a meek submissive darling that finally breaks after being constantly pushed around by Hailey and decides to punish her *hard* after all...

I’m going to hell for this one 😭 gods forbid any IRLs find this page 😭😭 glad to help with your journey of discovery though 🫡

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: smut, sadism/masochism, degradation both ways, some misogynistic language and concepts (“bitch,” “slut”/slut-shaming, virginity/virginity-shaming), slapping, hair-pulling, vaginal sex, anal sex, unsafe anal sex (please use extra lube and prep with fingers/smaller toys first irl 😭), spit. It’s consensual but also not healthy kink dynamics, please don’t do ANYTHING like this without prior discussion IRL.

Other info: amab gender-neutral Darling, Dom Darling, sub yandere

Any Attention is Good Attention, Right?

“Shut it.”

Hailey recoils as you step towards her, though her expression still suggests you’re little more than something she’d scraped from the bottom of her shoe. “How dare you tell me—?!”

“Shut up,” you cage her in against the wall, not missing her nervous swallow as your hand closes around her throat, restricting her air.

Hailey hisses, face turning red and nails digging into your arm. You feel bad enough to loosen your grip, but the second you do, Hailey takes a deep breath and spits in your face with a laugh. You recoil a bit, grip tightening around her throat a little again.

“Knew you couldn’t go through with it, you stupid little doormat,” Hailey hisses. “You always just let me walk all over—“

You wipe the spit off with your free hand, and slap her across the face. Hailey’s breath catches even harder in her throat and her eyelids flutter. She’s still holding the hand wrapped around your throat, but you realize she isn’t trying to pull it away.

“You fucking bitch,” you hiss, realization dawning on you. “You’re getting off on this?”

Hailey tries to spit again, but it seems her mouth’s gone dry. “Fuck you.”

Testing your assumption, you slide your leg between hers. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Hailey shivers, eyes fluttering closed. Her hips slowly grind against your leg. A thrill of excitement runs down your spine at the sight. You lean in, whispering into her ear, letting her shudder from your breath a second more— “Too bad you don’t deserve it.”

You pull away, but Hailey’s grip tightens around your arm, pulling your hand back to her throat. Her glare is venomous, even as she can’t hold your gaze. “Don’t just leave me like this.”

“Then ask nicely,” you growl, grip tightening on her throat again.

Hailey snarls, but quickly relents, wheezing out a small, “please,” as her hips shift against your leg again.

“That’s better. Was that really so hard?”

Hailey huffs at you snidely, turning her head away as best she can.

“You’re fucking hopeless, aren’t you, Hailey?”

This time when you pull away, Hailey lets you— you flip her against the wall so her face is pressed against it, fingers tangled in her hair to keep her there. Hailey squirms as you flip her skirt up and yank her underwear down. Her ass is pretty cute, and you can’t help the pride that surges through you at the sight of the wet spot in her panties.

“Could you hurry up already?”

Hailey sounds almost embarrassed. You pinch her ass cheek, hard, reveling in her surprised squeak. But not wanting to wait much longer yourself, you unbutton your pants and free your cock, lining it up against her cunt and sliding in with one hard thrust.

“F-fuck,” Hailey moans, pushing back against you.

She feels so good, so warm and wet that you have to fight to keep your hips from stuttering. You pause, fighting to clear your head. Hailey shifts again, impatiently, and you have to bring a hand to her hip to still her.

“Why’d you stop? About to blow your load already, you desperate little virgin?” Hailey taunts.

You huff out a laugh, and Hailey clenches around you. “At least I’m not a dirty slut like you. You’re so loose…”

Hailey shudders and clenches around you again, fighting to keep in a little whine. You begin to rock into her, groaning at her warmth. “At least you’re nice and wet, maybe wet enough…”

You pull out of her cunt to slide into her asshole. Hailey groans loudly, eyes filling with tears. You laugh, tightening your grip on your hair as you begin thrusting shallowly in and out, driving a little deeper each time. You reach around her front with your other hand, gathering more of her wetness to make things easier.

Her hips jerk back and forth erratically, and she chokes on a moan pleading for you to please touch her clit, please make her cum— you drag her back by the hair with one hand and slap her with the other.

“You think you deserve to cum after the way you’ve treated me? You really are a stupid fucking bitch,” you groan as she clenches again— “You’re lucky I’m fucking you at all.”

Hailey growls and whines, tears bleeding her mascara, but you’re determined to take away her smug satisfaction. You fuck her, enjoying her cries and the slaps of your hips against her ass, until you’re close— and then Hailey’s begging for your cum inside her, seemingly forgetting her own desire to cum. You scoff and pull out, jerking yourself to completion and staining the back of her shirt and skirt with your cum.

Hailey crumples without your hands holding her up anymore, sliding down the wall and gasping for air. You take a knife from your pocket and lean down to cut her underwear off to keep, taking a thrill from the fact that her skirt’s too short to hide all of her ass— thinking about it flipping up in the wind, other people being able to see how red and puffy and wet her holes are, how loose they are, clenching around nothing. You slide them into your pocket and zip your jeans back up.

Hailey’s eyes are glazed, little gasps and sobs heaving her chest. Your click your tongue, brushing a stray strand of hair back from her face. Hailey leans into the touch absently, one of her hands wandering between her legs. You lean back and spit on her face, hitting her eye and cheek.

“I fucking hate you sometimes, you know that?” You whisper. “I’ll let you make yourself cum this time, but if you want me to make you cum you’ll have to ask nicely next time.”

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Kestos (1938)

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Aerodrome of the Porte Maillot with hot air balloons in Paris

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1904

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