#objectification tw

[rottensdoll]

PROMPT SIX: muse playlist.

#ROTTENSDOLL: lyrics written by chaea in another universe.

001. i am not a woman, i'm a god, halsey

i am not a martyr, i'm a problem

so i'll stay right here 'cause i'm better alone / yeah, i'm better all alone

002. nda, billie eilish

you couldn't save me, but you can't let me go / i can crave you, but you don't need to know

think i took it too far / when i sold you my heart / how'd it get so dark?

003. superscar, adéla

pretty girl, go on and cause a scene / prove how bad you need it, put on a show for me

maybe i should count myself so lucky, so lucky / all these dirty hands, they wanna touch me, so touch me

004. nightmare, halsey

i keep a record of the wreckage in my life / i gotta recognize the weapon in my mind / they talk shit but i love it every time

stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters / collected the pieces and picked up a dagger / i've pinched my skin between my two fingers / and wished i could cut some parts off with some scissors

005. gasoline, halsey

do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? / do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? / saying you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

i think there's a flaw in my code

007. control, halsey

and all the kids cried out, "please stop, you're scaring me" / i can't help this awful energy / goddamn right, you should be scared of me / who is in control?

i'm well-acquainted with villains that live in my bed

010. gibson girl, ethel cain

says he's in love with my body, that's why he's fucking it up / and then he says to me, "baby, if it feels good, then it can't be bad" / where i can be immoral in a stranger's lap

ugh... brief intermission for some commentary from the mun... this is one of the most chaea songs to me... actually, all the ethel songs on this playlist are so chaea to me... but this one perfectly summarizes her relationship with her hypersexuality... even if she doesn't realize it yet...

chaea is very dominant and forward with her sexuality and she feels empowered in her sexuality. she's never once felt as if she was being pushed into this image, or as if the company was sexualizing her. she's never once felt like men were the ones objectifying her. she was always willingly being sexual.. and it is true! a lot of chaea's choices are her own. really, she doesn't let herself get pushed around a lot... but that doesn't mean men aren't still sexualizing her, objectifying her, slutshaming her, using her to fulfill their own fantasies. because even an empowered doll is still just a doll in the eyes of men... at the end of the day, men still see her as an object, as a sexual being while she's left alone and empty...

chaea is an empowered women, but that doesn't mean she's still not a victim of men or of the male gaze. men prey on her hypersexuality, even if she doesn;t realize that yet.

and if you hate me, please don't tell me / just let the lights bleed all over me

011. strangers, ethel cain

i tried to be good, am i no good? / am i no good? am i no good?

ugh... another song that screams chaea to me. she really tried to be good, but at some point, she realized she wasn't any good. so she gave into the demons inside her... but deep down, she still wishes she was good

if i'm turning in your stomach and making you feel sick? / am i making you feel sick?

012. limp, fiona apple

and when i think of it, my fingers turn to fists

you fondle my trigger, then you blame the gun

015. dream girl evil, florence & the machine

am i your dream girl? you think of me in bed / but you could never hold me / you like me better in your head

i think this song is very chaea because a lot of men fantasize about her, and even some of the plots she has... men typically get obsessed with her! but... she's so much better in their heads LMAO she's extremely damaged, extremely self-destructive, a little bit mean... you might think you love her, but you could never hold her. you could never really love her.

but don't come crying / i am nobody's moral center

016. punish, ethel cain

whatever's wrong with me, i will take to bed

it has always been this way / i am punished by love

chaea thinks of love as cruelty, love as violence... she doesn't know love in any other form. most relationships she has are toxic, volatile, destructive, unhealthy. that's all she knows. she thinks of love as punishment.

017. a burning hill, mitski

i am a forest fire / and i am the fire and i am the forest / and i am a witness watching it

very accurate description of chaea's (lack of) emotional control/regulation... her self-destructive and impulsive behavior. when her emotions overwhelm her, it really does feel like she's a fire and the forest and the witness watching it—watching herself self-destruct, burn bridges. and there's nothing she can do about it, bc she's just a witness to her own self-destruction. she's really not in control in these moments.

[brettdoesdiscourse]

Women can still objectify other women. Objectification doesn't suddenly stop being a problem just because a woman is the one doing it.

This isn't just about lesbians being sexually explicit. This is specifically about them objectifying women. Lesbians can and do prey on women just like men can. It's dangerous to spread the idea that lesbians either can't or don't prey on and harm women.

Anyone can prey on and harm women.

[exosupport]

I hate having nightmares about my exo trauma cuz whenever I try 2 tell my frens about it ppl always make jokes about me reading too much fanfics about my source and thats why I’m having the nightmares as if I’m not a fucking fictive who literally lived through it. Nobody gets what I’m going through it’s terrible. I was literally fucking experimented on for YEARS. i wasn’t allowed to have a fucking NAME. like. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW TERRIBLE THAT WAS? HOW FUCKING DEHUMANIZED I WAS? I was an object. For years. It’s not fucking easy to be a person after that. And nobody will just fucking understand. It was real. It was real for me.

- subject A

Sounds like you need more supportive friends to talk to tbh, other fictives who know what it's like.

In any case, you're not alone in the slightest. Most of the people in our system most affected by their exotrauma have been dehumanized and objectified (some cases being literally referred to as an object, some cases being an experiment only given a number)

You're absolutely right, it's insanely difficult to just. Be a person suddenly when you've never been treated like one before. Nightmares are one awful part of that but it really is the worst when people expect it to be a footnote of your past, think you can just move on.

When your trauma is all wrapped up in your identity, with your very sense of self like that the least accepting and understanding thing someone can do is expect change immediately or at a pace that isn't your own. It's entirely up to you what and who you want to be and your trauma is a part of that, it doesn't define you, but you're perfectly valid for acknowledging its influence and if you'd like to you're allowed to embrace it.

You're right, you're the authority on your experiences, and you deserve to be treated with respect. Please don't hesitate to reach out if you ever need to vent or talk to someone who understands.

[ID: A banner with a Sanrio theme. It says, "Please get some rest" in a plain font. The background is colored with a subtle purple gradient with the texture of cartoon plants and flowers over it. There's two images, one at the either side of the banner.

The image on the left has Kuromi, a white imp-like rabbit who wears a black hood over her horns. Her hood has a simplified pink skull on it and her eyes are slanted downward, to express playfull deviousness. She is lying on her stomach, kicking her legs up and down, and writing in a pink and purple journal. There are two musical notes drawn next to her, one blue and one pink.

The one on the right has Kuromi lying on her stomach, with a black and purple handheld gaming system in her hands. She's smiling and playing her games. End ID]

[m00nrize]

I'm only good at being a sex object

Aren't i?

[aquaticsoul]

anonymous sent:

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See the Past || ACCEPTING

CWs: Unwanted affection, forced consumption, pet names, abuse, abandonment, objectification, death, illness, injury.

We hate Herba in this household.

"Wake up, my darling," her voice calls. It's dripping with the sickening sweetness that usually means something awful is about to happen.

If the warmth and pollen surrounding him are any other indication, he's right. There is a hand running gently through his hair, fingertips tracing his face just above his mask and under his eyes.

He knows what it means. He knows she wants it to come off.

He doesn't want it to.

"My darling little pet... Aren't you thirsty? I know I've left you in here all by yourself for a few days now."

He hates himself for wishing she would have left him longer, long enough for the dehydration to finally claim him.

She never does. She always comes back, keeping him alive for reasons he doesn't understand. Death has scared him since he was a boy, but lately... lately the idea of any more pain has started to become much more terrifying.

Everything in his exhausted body is begging for him to give up. It's not like Pilvi is coming back for him and it's not like there's anyone out there who could or would save him.

"I'll take it easy on 'kenshi-baby next time I see him if you drink all this... After all, if there's none left, I can't give it to him."

The only reason he hasn't let himself cave yet is because of some of her statements like this. Whether they're truthful or not, he's not sure. But regardless, he'd do anything to protect his Pilvi, even if it means staying alive for as long as he can.

His mask splits and retracts without any further resistance. Firm hands pull him up far enough to drink whatever is presented to him. It's not water. Through the tears blurring his vision, he can see it's dark enough to be ink. It's as bitter as it smells and it doesn't go down easily, too thick and syrupy for him to even call it close to a beverage.

Slowly does he make himself take all of it, fighting to even stay conscious enough to do so. Against his will and better judgment does he start to slump against the woman next to him, leaning into her touch even though it makes him feel more sick than he's sure he already is. His stomach turns with every affectionate stroke of her hand over his hair and shoulders.

He doesn't want to love her.

For Pilvi, he tells himself for the millionth time. He's asleep again before he can decipher whatever soft praise has been directed at him.

At least he doesn't have to suffer that part this time.

[silly-n-deeply]

[hanasnx]

really liked the creampie with dick, what about first time creampie with Jason?

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

“Don’t move- don’t move.” JASON TODD hisses, his clamp on your inner thigh warning you to stay still. You peep, squeezing your eyes shut as you concentrate for him. Your heaving chests breathe together, pressing your perked nipples against him as a quiet falls. The hair at the side of his head tickles your temple, and his warm exhale washes over your ear.

“Jay—“ you begin, about to ask him a question when his growl cuts you off. It’s a frustrated sort of sound, and yet it pools right into the pit of your tummy, lashes fluttering as you register his movement. It’s minute, shallowly pumping his hips into you as your back is pinned to the mattress. The ache in your thighs creates a tremor that travels all the way up your spine, and surprising your neglected hole with more than a couple inches after lying still for a second makes it spasm.

“Fuck, baby.” he curses, and he clutches onto you with a knee-weakening fervor, flinching pleasurably while he yanks your body back and forth like a toy. It’s a wrathful pace that comes out of nowhere, fucking into you like an elastic band that burns the skin around your sex. Choked sounds spill out of you until you realize why he’s doing what he’s doing, that unmistakable warmth flooding your hole in twitching spurts. Sheathed entirely, the tip feeds you creamy white that has nowhere to go other than out. He was savoring it, your pussy having given him the accidental drive he needed to finish. He hovers over you, his chain dangling from his neck in a little melodic twinkle as he settles on his side with a huff. “You’re just too good, sweets, can’t handle it.” Instead of looking into your eyes, he’s watching the slit between your legs bleed white, and his curious middle finger dips in to play with the fluid reverently.

[dragonofthestone]

(Break muse meme)

Your life has no inherent value; You were made as an object, not born.

Shut up. Shut up

He tried to ignore the thoughts trying to push their way in. It's not true... it's not..

It can't be.. but what if they're right?

[silliestcreature196]

I think it's important to say, that it IS possible for someone to support AND fetishize certain things at the same time. I will state explicitly that there are MAJOR exceptions to this, but they are not mutually exclusive all the time.

In favor of this argument, let me use fatness and body positivity as an example.

Fatness is not something that you love someone "in spite of". It can be a desirable trait. Fatness isn't something to be shyed away from, nor are fat people deserving of inferior treatment than so-called "healthy" people. I wholeheartedly support the destigmatization of fatness in all forms.

In saying this, I'm comfortable with fetishitic exaggeration of fatness and weight gain, because of the separation between reality and fantasy. I do not act like every fat person is some fantastical super-glutton trying to eat their way to 1200lbs. BECAUSE I AM NOT DELUSIONAL. Fantasy and reality are two different things. My opinions on reality VS my tastes in fiction are completely divorced from one another.

Now, for an argument AGAINST this sentiment, I of course, have to bring up transgenderism. Here it's pretty black and white. You can't support AND fetishize trans people, because of the fact that the act of fetishizing them, trivializes and objectifies an inherent, uncontrollable part of their very being; and a part that leaves them as part of a marginalized group with targets on their back. The "fantasy vs reality" argument doesn't hold up here.

I don't know if any of this is going to make sense to people, but I seriously hope it does.

[pinkangelhoney]

I know I fought for my ability to think again, but what I would do to turn it off again for a little while. Not in a sexy way necessarily, just because I need a break in the form of being someone’s pretty little doll. Not one distressing thought in my head because I wasn’t made for that. Just brush my hair and dress me up and set me on someone’s shelf or lap. Let me move that slowly until everything stops moving so fast. Oh, to be treasured and spoiled and treated as an object of comfort 🧸🎀🩰🌹

[aquaticsoul]

@muses-of-kira submitted:

⏰ + Usva

Memories || ACCEPTING

"You're going to wake up now, right darling?"

No. No, he doesn't want to.

He wants to stay asleep. It doesn't hurt so bad when he's asleep, even if the nightmares are arguably just as —

"Wake up."

Now it's an order. Now he's being forced. Now his eyes are slowly opening, though the light flooding in makes his head spin worse than usual. Not listening... well, that would certainly not be wise.

As he adjusts to being dragged into the waking world again, he tries to gauge what this encounter is going to be. She's smiling, kneeling in front of him almost like a parent would comfort their child, but he knows better by now. He knows this will be far more unpleasant.

"I have good news to tell you. You always want to hear about 'kenshi-baby, so I needed you to wake up."

Already, he's sick to his stomach - not like he's eaten anything to be sick with, but the nausea is immediate anyway. No news is better than any news at all about Pilvi. Her news is always horrible, especially coupled with the vines that keep his wrists bound together and secured snugly out of the way.

They're pointless. He's not sure he has the energy to even hold his head up, much less break free, but she insists on humiliating him regardless. He gets no choice whether he can listen or not, whether he wants to hear this 'good news', so the best he can do is brace himself for whatever they've done to his boy this time.

"Did you know 'kenshi-baby had a brother? Red hair, three horns... Tell me, darling, were all of you just beautiful little pets?"

A brother.

A brother with red hair and three horns - a brother with red hair and three horns and a passion for swordsmanship. A brother who -

Who she shouldn't have had her hands on, who she shouldn't be calling a pet because Usva is not like him. Usva is above this, Usva -

"What did you do to him?" he half-growls, not nearly as threatening as he wants to be with his weakened voice.

Usva isn't his liege, no, but Usva is still his family. He's still - he still remembers how the kid used to light right up when asked about sword practice and how he was one of the only people to see Pilvi as just another Misterican. He still remembers the scheming and the sneaking out of the palace just to go see a festival, he remembers pretending that he knew not a damn thing just because the boy deserved some normalcy. He remembers Usva and...

Usva is still his family.

"Oh, it wasn't me. Oscha-baby brought him back right here to Wonderland... 'Kenshi-baby seemed so upset that we made him kill him. He tried so hard to talk sense into him, but in the end... in the end, he just had to die. Such a shame, I would have loved to keep him. But the breakdown after was beautiful - you should have seen it."

No.

No.

No, Usva -

Pilvi wouldn't be cornered enough to do such a thing, would he? Did Usva really push him that far, or has this damnable place managed to corrupt his heart? There'd been resentment between them over the crown, but... still love, right up to the fall of their home, so - so why?

And how dare she call this anything but sickening? How dare she use a word like 'beautiful' - how fucking dare she?

"I hate you," he snaps, though he only receives a laugh in response. He only gets her fingers running into his hair - he hates when she does that - and an awful, twisted smirk. It's rare he responds with such vitriol, but he cannot possibly stop the heat building up inside his chest and his face from exploding outward in a brilliant display of rage.

"Hatred is just a form of devotion, darling. I told you that you'd fall for me eventually, didn't I?"

"No! No, I'm - I - You killed him - you killed him, of course I hate you! It's- it's fucking- it's senseless, why are you doing this?! Why -"

A firm tug of his hair is enough to make him stop talking, enough to make him choke on a sob that feels like it's tearing itself out of his throat. More follow behind it, and he makes no effort to stop them because suppression hurts worse than just letting them out.

His eyes shut tightly, but still he can see the clearest image of those kids - two brothers playing in the hall of the palace, smiling like there's not a thing in the world that could ever go wrong.

Would it be easier to forget?

[sillyfakeboy]

on the topic of being high and fantasies-

i desperately need someone to gaslight me into getting absolutely high out of my mind, to the point where I can't move or think

convince me that im not that high, that someone whos high wouldn't be able to hold the vape, right? so i must need to take more hits

"You took 3 hits? Such a good girl! But if you can still count, you must not be high! So I think you should take a few more, okay?"

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

ANAKIN SKYWALKER and his insane dick game. there’s something so inherently boyish about this fully grown man that you’d think sex with him would be selfish, quick, or even meaningless. his hips would be clumsy, his cock would be disappointing, or he’d be awkward. he’s too tall, he’s too stoic, he’s too… much. you’d just find ways to complain about him, anything to keep you out of the sack. instead, sex with him is a bewildering process. it’s a marathon, not a sprint. he treats you like some little toy he’s tinkering with, running mental experiments on you with that look in his eye. brows furrowed, peering at you through them, that striking scar running down the side of his face like a tear drop of blood. he’s just so serious, and yet he’s testing your resolve on his fingers like an expert. never mind when he enters you, curling his descent in just the right way to have you writhing n screaming under him. it’s almost… clinical. his precise methods of testing you under these strenuous situations would have you confused if not for the splendid efforts of his dick making you come undone all over it.

[rottiens]

Omg I just had the most disgusting stepcest thought...

Stepdad!Toji has you on his lap spread eagle as he talks stepbro!Choso through giving you oral... Toji's hands wandering over your tits pointing out things in your pretty cunt etc while Choso is on his knees observing learning and eating you out.....

I know megumi makes more sense but I don't care lol...

✮ tags. . objectification, toji is a pervert, stepcest, he slaps your pussy. ꒱₊˚⊹ divider credits!

you sob. toji has been doing that for long minutes now and your plump clit is so sensitive that you don't know how much longer you can stand to keep being used as a demonstration of how to satisfy a woman before you reach orgasm without permission.

with the help of your arousal, he slides two thick fingers around your clit without actually touching it. he opens your pussy and spreads it apart so choso can watch closely how hard you're squeezing… choso leans forward, you see him lick his upper lip and mentally note everything his stepfather tells him.

"you have to wait for her body to ask to be used, okay? you have to be patient."

you tilt your neck down to look at choso sitting at toji's feet, his legs crossed, knees in opposite directions as he gazes intently at your open pussy.

"this is the most important place," toji murmurs behind your back, his silken, husky voice sending tingles through your body. "see how she reacts if I touch her here…" two fingers massage one of your breasts giving special care to the nipple, tugging at it as if hoping to draw milk from there, the other hand is in the middle of your legs moving to the tune of his words over your clit and between your wet folds. "you see how wet it is."

"I see that." muses Choso, almost drooling.

you moan again. "toji…" you call out to him, you try to cling to his arms and improve the position you're in but his arms hugging your legs below your knees, keeping you open for him with your thighs pushing up to your chest prevent you from doing so.

toji slaps your pussy.

"hold still." then he turns to choso. "do you want to try?"

"yeah, i'm ready. i want to taste it."

[miramelo]

Tw: child abuse, child homelessness and objetification

"she will learn or else"

Before getting in the sect, SY tried to keep himself as clean and nice looking as he could for more than one reason:

The aunties and sisters were more likely to let him do odd jobs for a bite of food or a night under a roof If he didn't smell.

The More unkept street kids wandering around were the more likely to die or dissapear out of nowhere.

If he looked nice enough instead of the adults getting angry and screaming at him to scram they give him pitiful looks and just tell him to leave

The more ways he could prevent getting sick the better

He learned that even If people were nicer they would also ignore his screams for help, they would keep walking and act like nothing was happening when a man tried to grab him. He had to bite, scratch and kick. The nice sisters from the RFP were the only ones who helped.

That didn't matter in the end, the man tried again days later in plain day light and no one did anything, he wasn't human I'm their eyes... He wasn't worth It.

[2-dsimp]

The monster boys x darling but darling hates the smell of musk and bathes regularly and perfumes to hide it when they're around them

[Yandere! Dolphin gang, remarking you!]

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Cw: MDNI NSFW Fem reader! threesome f/m/m, cum marking, breeding, degradation, praise, hybrids, creampies, overstimulation, slight mention of marathon sex, deepthroating, NONCON, coercion, Stockholm syndrome, dark content, objectification, Ft Qao & Linov

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“Oya? Honeybun why do you smell so underdressed?” Qao hummed, circling you like a curious seal within the ocean's currents.

He was the youngest in the bully pod of dolphins who practically gave you Stockholm syndrome. Stealing you away from your life as you knew it and keeping you as their prized plaything.

Linov, lazily rolled off the seabed, being disturbed out of his light nap from Qao’s seemingly dumb observation. “Man is your sense of smell failing you. Eashe and Gaeju always mark er up fore they leave on business.”

The lanky dolphin hybrid casually placed his webbed hands on Qao’s face, pushing him out of the picture.

Linov received an annoyed click from the young-in sent a drift within the sea currents. But he didn’t care as he curled his lean arms around your waist. Nosing deep into your scent glands.

“How is she not gonna reek of those muscle brained idiots— “After a couple of deep inhales of your enticing scent.

He noticed that you were in fact free from their heavy distinct musky scent. “Oh? Miracles do happen; you’re actually right for once doofus. “

You got nervous, the predatory look both of your captors gave you was downright ravenous.

After keeping the company of the dolphin pods leader and enforcer. Normally you’d get a grace period to relax and cleanse yourself from the nauseating musk from those two alone.

So, you hadn’t expected Linov and Qao’s hasty arrival at all. But could you blame them?

The 3rd and 4th members were so eager to see their adorable darling after all the effort. They put into claiming more territory through honest work of Instigating fights within gangs, doing ground work intel, and blackmailing.

“Seems like you’ve been up to no good again huh babe. Care to explain? “Linov purred, he was happy to not those other two bastards on you. Their spicy sharp musk was too strong for his liking.

“I—I’m sorry I wanted to freshen up. Before you two got here” You lied, trying to appeal towards them, if only to avoid any hard punishments. You were already so throughly used by the 1st and 2nd gang members. Can’t you catch a break?

Meanwhile Qao’s eyes lit up seeing this as an opportunity and eagerly snuggled his head into your plump chest.

Pressing his cherub face against your soft mounds. His arms wrapped around you in a hug his tail wagging in giddiness at you in his clutches.

The troublemaker purred against you, "Awe don’t be so nervous, we know those brutes must’ve worn you out. So much that you’re lookin for a way out from our happy reunion~"

Linov chuckled, oh how him and his fellow peers adored the natural sweet scent of your pheromones. It never failed to make the dolphin high off their rockers.

Which is the exact reason why they couldn’t afford having you roam around freely. It was a strict policy for you to adorn either one of their scents regularly everyday as they cycled you around. From one gang member to the next.

“As much as we’d like to let ya rest, rules are rules sweetheart and you broke em. Yknow you’re not supposed to around unmarked.“Although Linov had a laidback demeanor, he possessively pulled you down into a hungry kiss.

His long tongue slipping into your mouth, as his hand slide up between your thighs. His webbed claws gingerly stroking at your moistened slit. Clearly wanting to have you for himself.

“ Hey! No fair don’t hog em all to yourself, it’s so not cool bro!"

Qao protested with a grumpy pout, trying to tug you away from the elder figure. Eager to get your attention back onto him.

A sleazy smirk formed on Linov’s face as he snidely looked at the youngest. Mocking him for being so impatient.

"Oh shuddap with all the whining. Our cute bitch can handle her beloved masters at the same time~"

Qao rose an eyebrow, clearly picking up on what he had in mind. His expression turned lax and gave a nod in return. Looking down at you he seemed somewhat pleased with the idea of sharing.

"Okay you got me convinced, but I call dibs on her pretty mouth."The youngest chimed, his hand traveling to give a light squeeze upon your cheeks. A sadistic grin present upon his innocent face. “Nothing gets me off more than seeing em choking on my cock.” Time was a blur for you, you were an absolute shipwreck. Trembling like a damned chihuahua under the mercy of the scheming duo within the dolphin gang.

You were a drooling mess between the two gang members. You lost track of how many orgasms they ripped out of you. Linov had you spread out underneath him upon the sanded seabed out in the open waters where any seafolk could wander and watch.

Meanwhile your face was used as a flashlight by Qao pumping in his thick length. Your core felt hot seeing his flushed face alongside a dopey smile on his rosy lips. His hands squeezing your throat, while gazing hotly down at your pitiful struggles of gasping for air.

As Linov rolled his hips between your thighs opting to give long calculated strokes to coax your cute whimpers from his ridges scrapping against your contracting walls.

“Hello~? Are the lights on upstairs babe?” The sleazy dolphin hybrid taunted. His webbed hands lightly pressing down on your clit, making you cry out with a harsh jerk.

Your eyes rolled back, while precum from the youngest member began mixing in with your saliva. Which dribbled from your gaping maw being violated by Qao’s slimy bumpy shaft.

 Your vision was splotchy from lack of air, any moment there’d be a blackout. And the thought only made you even wetter from a mix of shame and ecstasy fogging up your brain. “Shit, look at this slut. Getting off on being used like the fucktoy she is~ we’ve trained her good huh?”

“Yuppers! I bet those other selfish jerkoffs can’t even make our babygirl cum as much as we can.” Qao replied in a giddy manner, panting as he pulled out of your mouth with a sloppy pop from your lips.

Gods you made them go insane from the view of you desecrated by them. His hands jerked his meat furiously over your face. “Ahn! Keep your tongue out sweetie imma scent mark you first with my love shot!” He trilled, his tail lashing from his powerful orgasm.  Rubbing the head of his cock upon your cheek, he smears the rivets of goopy jizz all over your face.

“Heh quick shot. well I’m up next whore, make room for me in that little womb of yours, imma mark ya from the inside out.” Linov rasped, his stuttering hips slamming home against your soaked cunt.

His textured shaft pulsed within your sweltering walls, a inflamed knot tethered you together.  Aiding in filling you up with periodic gushes of his sperm, making you squirt yet again overstimulated to the point of it being painful.

At the end of it all you came to a consensus that you should be more aware of your surroundings. When trying to go scent free from your obsessive gang of dolphins.

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A/n: Me doing some Poly smut practice lol