#was i drippy enough? was i please tell me—

[justmwahstruly]

alr i have been depriving you guys of stufs so

Molly in my Ren Faire fit!

refs if you want to see >:)

no lookin at my dogs 🫵👁️👁️

i look funky dont i heheheh

[onismdaydream]

no no i see the vision - nanami teaching yuji patience… discipline. yuuji who’s so eager and excited and nanami just reigns him in, its unspoken but nanami is in charge and when his voice cuts through the moans and whimpers as yuuji gets carried away…..

anon i am kissing u omg thank u...

this is so messy but my brain just kept going ! so um ramble under the cut :3

yeah exactly like. the first time yuji meets you, he absolutely falls in love. doesn't even realize it, he just becomes obsessed with you. you just look so cute and perfect.. soft little dog ears and that cute little tail that always wags so fast... you're so affectionate too, licking and kissing yuji as soon as nanami introduces him to you. because of course, if your owner trusts yuji, then he must be a good person.

i think nanami knows he has to go away for a longer mission, knows that he can't leave you alone for that long, so he asks yuji to do him a favor, to take care of his puppy. not only is yuji eager to please his mentor (i thought i told you not to call me that.), but hes always been curious to spend more time with you, so he easily agrees and finds himself packing his stuff to stay with you. (nanami is not letting his sweet puppy stay with yuji in his own apartment - he's seen how yuji lives)

and because you're so precious to nanami, he takes the time to show yuji how exactly to take care of you - what you are going to expect from the pink haired sorcerer. when you eat and what you like to eat, how to help you bathe and get dressed and how you like your hair brushed, anything to make sure your schedule doesn't get messed up. your owner might spoil you a bit, but can you blame him? (i think nanami just wants to take care of someone, so he does spoil and baby you a bit, but you don't complain one bit)

yuji listens intently to everything nanami says, wanting to earn your trust and prove himself to his mentor even more. he blushes when nanami mentions bathing, though the older man says that you should be able to do it on your own, sometimes you still ask for help - something your owner could never refuse.

the puppy-sitting for lack of a better word, goes relatively smoothly. yuji gives nanami updates for when he can check his phone and on the night before your owner comes home, you video call him. nanami's face instantly relaxes as you come on screen, grinning from ear to ear. you tell him how much you love yuji (not as much as you love nanami of course), hugging his arm and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, and you ask if yuji can visit more.

and nanami, never able to say no when you look at him with those big eyes and pouty lips, allows yuji to spend more time with you. it works out because nanami sometimes doesn't have the energy after long work days to give you the attention you deserve and ask for. so yuji steps in. yuji has a bit more free time and a lot more energy to play with you and take you out around the city.

but then, your heat hits you when nanami is at work. he asked yuji to check on you and tell you that he'll be home an hour or so late. yuji finds you in nanami's room, hips frantically humping his pillow as you whine and cry. he immediately calls nanami and tells him what he saw (apologizing because he feels guilty, especially because he might've stared longer than he should've..), but instead of getting berated like yuji believed he would, nanami asks him if he could comfort you in some way. just until nanami could get home and properly take care of you.

thats how you ended up grinding your drippy cunt on yuji's thigh, his cock straining against his shorts as he tries desperately to not lose control. nanami said he could do anything that you asked him to (within reason) but yuji still felt guilty, felt like he was taking advantage of you. you whine and pant, drool falling from your mouth as you get off for the nth time, though it's still not enough. you're about to try begging yuji to fuck you again when nanami comes home, your ears instantly perking up as you hear the lock jingle, though you don't run towards him like yuji expected. no, you keep grinding your hot core on him.

and nanami doesn't stop you either. he asks you how you feel, big hands gentle on your overheated face as you cry out for more, tears springing in your eyes. yuji feels entirely out of place, feels like he's intruding, but you bury your face in his neck and plead for him to help you. "p-please, need to be fucked, yuji, please."

you sound so pretty, how could either of them deny you? so nanami instructs yuji on exactly what you like, his fist around his thick cock as he watches the pink haired sorcerer slide himself into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth surrounding his length. yuji wants to move fast, needs to move fast with the way you're squeezing him, but nanami's stern voice makes him savor it. telling him to go slower, to make sure that you really feel everything yuji's giving you. and yuji always listens to nanami (well, as much as he can..), so he does. he slows his hips, full and lazy thrusts that make each inch feel even longer, each drag against your spongy spot even more intense. nanami tells yuji to spit on his hand and rub your clit, so yuji spits and rubs, keen eyes watching your expressions to find the right movement.

the way your pussy tightens around him when you cum makes him grit his teeth, a hiss slipping through as he tries to not bust his load. but god, you feel so good. you look so pretty, too. it feels like an eternity before your walls relax, letting him slip out. he's done this before, always pulls out and strokes his cock to finish, it's what's expected of him. but nanami's voice stops him once again.

"did i tell you to stop?"

[subskz]

rin im going crazy i just saw hannie’s red lights part again for the seventh time today

plsplspls i need him on a leash and talking to me with the voice that he uses to sing that part bc that man is mad sexy and he knows it so well

i wanna use a collar on him but tighten it tight, so it’s like he’s being choked and i wanna drag him around like a lil puppy

“tell me you hate me” HELLO?? bby boy is asking to be degraded. indulge him a lil by yanking him up roughly by his leash and slapping him across the face and tell him how much u hate dirty mutts like him. he’s gonna grab his leaky cock and start pumping it and asking for you to say that again and slap him again so he can cum to it

i think it would be pretty fun if u were to use his leash to tie his arms behind his back (yknow, while it’s still connected to the collar so his head gets tugged back a little bit and u get a good view of his pretty throat that’s wrapped with his tight collar) so that he can’t touch his leaky cock and u start degrading to see if ur baby can get off from that alone

and, spoiler alert, he does

his leaky cock gets even leakier and ends up leaking like a faucet as u keep degrading him and he’s looking up at u with the sultriest eyes and parted lips as he’s on his knees for u

and boom, his eyes roll back to his head and his body convulses as he cums from just getting degraded

and after that, make him crawl around on all fours while he’s all cute and dazed from his orgasm, and tug on his leash harshly whenever his shaky arms and legs go a little too slow—also, u get to see his drippy cock drip a little path hehe

would it be too much if u were to make him turn around and go back so that he can lick up his mess?

oh wow…ur mind 😵‍💫 the correlation between hannie brainrot and pure genius needs to be studied bc this is making me insane

the way he sings “tell me you hate me” while looking up gets me every time he’d sound so sweet and angelic just like that while begging you to do the filthiest things to him. he looks so pathetic gazing up at you w the hungriest expression and most shameless smile as you tug him around like a misbehaving puppy, and that’s exactly what he wants you to tell him. he wants to hear how gross and pathetic you think he is, and how lucky he is that you’d even pay attention to a dirty mutt like him

jisung touching himself as you talk down to him is so so hot the lil perv absolutely would!! the way his eyes would go half-lidded and his breathing would get heavier and heavier w every insult you throw his way…his mouth falls open w a whiny “please” as you giggle at how his hand only strokes his dick faster each time you call him your pretty little slut, a dumb dirty puppy who only knows how to fuck 🥰 the idea of him cumming from your words alone makes it even better hehe he’s so hungry for any drop of your attention that even your degradation is enough to send him over the edge. it’s so easy to visualize him throwing his head back, showing off his collared throat w his arms writhing around in his restraints as he spills all over his stomach, rocking his hips into the air only to be met w nothing

your messy puppy leaving a trail of his cum all over the floor as you tug him around afterwards, watching him crawl weakly w his arms and legs feeling like jelly <3 i think he’d get hard all over again if you made him lick it up, esp if you pressed your foot down on his head as he does

[daddyssluttyprincess352744]

"You think this is funny you fucking cunt!"

Daddy's hand stings your cheek as his hand blurs across your face.

"I TOLD YOU, when you shower I need to see you soapy and sudsy to make sure you clean yourself right! You're too fucking dumb and little to do it yourself so I have to do it for you"

He slaps you again, and again. Your cheek is red but you aren't crying yet.

"What, was so important you filthy little whore? What was so important that you forgot to send me your clean picture and didn't even tell me you were done showering?"

His hand grips your throat as you open your mouth to explain and he pushes you against the wall, he's so strong, so much bigger than you and you can't move as he puts his face close to yours. Growling in anger, his face red as bits of spit land on your cheek.

"Oh don't tell me, you were fucking through faucet again weren't you? You stupid fucking cunt, so slutty and dumb for your holes to be filled that you had to fuck the God damn furniture?"

His anger is dark and cloudy. His forearms are tense and ropey with muscle as he squeezes you tighter.

"I'm right here and you go and fuck yourself on the faucet? Am I not big enough for your whore cunt?"

Daddy throws you on the bed, undoing his belt and lashing your ass with it. Even through your pajamas it stings. The slap echoing in your room. He does it again. A few times, before he growls.

"Useless fucking cunt. Probably didn't even get clean, too busy rutting yourself in the shower"

He pulls your pants down and slides his hands between your legs even as you squeeze them together and try to keep them closed. He forces you open and shoves his fingers inside your drippy wet cunt.

Flipping you over he brings your arms together and wraps them in his belt, holding them over his head as tugs out his cock and forces your legs apart again, slapping your thighs. Your legs. Your stomach. You're red all over and he stand between your legs and rudely shoves his cock into your pussy.

"This is mine you fucking slut. I own it, I decide when you get to play with it, I decide what goes in it and when, you're too dumb to be in charge of such a pretty little pussy so you have to put daddy in charge"

His cock is heavy and hot inside you as he fills your pussy.

"Who's pussy is this?" He slaps your clit when you don't answer fast enough. "Who's fucking rapemeat is this you filthy whore?"

"It's yours daddy, I'm sorry daddy. Please daddy. Please let me cum daddy I'm sorry daddy"

"You want to cum using Daddies pussy?! You want to milk his cock with his pussy?! You want Daddies cum to shoot out into Daddies pussy?! You cum when I tell you to cum"

He flips you over again. His wet slick cock sliding into your ass. Your pussy juice barely enough to take the sting out of his heavy cock in your ass. He starts fucking your ass harder and harder.

"All your holes are mine. These are Daddies little fuck holes you understand"

"Yes daddy, I'm sorry daddy, oh it hurts so good daddy, please, please please"

Daddy slams his cock into your ass. His hips slapping against your butt cheeks. His fingers are like talons pulling you onto him. Further and further. As he starts shooting his seed again he tells you.

"Now cum for daddy!" and the tension inside you floods out in a wave of release as you feel Daddies pussy clenching inside you. Your whole body tenses and aches as you push yourself up and against Daddies cock. Cumming in waves and waves of pressure as you slowly fall back down on the bed. Crying and whispering. "I'm sorry daddy, so sorry. I was just distracted by my show daddy I'm so sorry"

[buckysgrace]

Chapter Sixteen

Previous Chapter

Kim scrubbed at her body under the hot steam, letting the water soak her up as the drippy suds leaked off of her skin. She lingered under the hot water, letting it massage her skin and rid all of the sweaty remnants of last night and this morning. She wondered if she was getting good at what she was doing, or if Billy was just being nice. Kim had heard enough guys talk that she knew most guys preferred experienced girls. She was very, very inexperienced. The fear of him ditching her for someone else was large as she felt jealousy swirl in her stomach. He hadn’t returned from getting smokes this morning and she was beginning to wonder if he had gone to see anyone else. She pushed her red, wet hair out of her face when she heard the door open, feeling irritated. 

“I’m almost done, mom.” She spoke out, turning to face the shower head as she let the hot droplets drizzle down her shoulders and chest. She hated the thought of getting out but knew she couldn’t linger in much longer. Her mom had the worst habit of barging in whenever she pleased.

A gasp emerged from her mouth when the dark blue shower curtain was pulled back and Billy stepped into the tub with her. She felt her eyes widen when he closed the curtain behind him, and her hands went to cover herself despite the fact that he had seen her naked multiple times. She wasn't sure whether she should cover her breasts or her vagina with her hands. She hastily tried to cover both in the best way she could. She ignored his boasting expression as her eyes immediately went to his large dick dangling between his legs. She wondered how he managed to walk around when it was so large.

“What are you doing?” She whispered harshly as he stepped closer to her, making a face as the water touched him. Kim could tell that he was displeased with the heat from the shower. She couldn’t even feel the warmth anymore, instead her nerves had turned cold as worry settled in her chest. She looked behind her, despite knowing that no one else was in there with them. This was too reckless for her comfort.

“Jesus, no wonder you’re always so red.” He laughed, holding onto her hands as he pulled her towards his chest. She watched as the water hit him and traced down his toned body. She swallowed hard, panicking. The temperature somehow got hotter even as he turned the heat of the water down a notch. She tried to play off her flushed body.

“You can’t be in here,” She spoke quickly, looking at him alarmed. The door wasn’t locked, and she feared Max or her mother walking in on them. The shower curtain was a navy blue and hard to see through, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be able to look. He brushed her hands gently away from her body, his eyes roaming over her as she felt the burning growing inside of her. His hands rubbed over her curves as he leaned into her. She traced her eyes over his unbothered face, noticing how his bruises looked even worse today. She only hoped that this would mean that he would start healing.

“Why not? No one’s going to know,” He spoke casually as his bruised lips ghosted over the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t find it in herself to push him off of her, “Besides, dad did say we needed to cut down on the water bill somehow. I found a solution.” He spoke smugly as he traded spots with her, letting the warm water flow down his hair and back. He bore a cocky expression as he smirked at her, motioning towards his body products. They both knew well enough that Neil would die on the spot if he found out this had happened. 

“Do you mind handing me that?” He questioned her. She stared at the bottles near him, bewildered why he needed her to reach across to grab it. She felt the urge to cover herself again growing even harder as he refused to move, causing her to brush against his warm skin. She tried to steady her breathing and ignore his gaze that followed her every movement.

“You’re going to get us caught,” She chastised as she moved next to him, bending at her waist to grab his shampoo bottle, “Seriously, what if someone walks in?” She handed it to him quickly, trying to create a large distance between the two of them. His eyes lingered on her chest, and she wasn't sure if he even heard her. He shook the bottle before placing a dime sized amount of product on his hand. He began to lather it in his hair, still looking all too comfortable when she felt as if she was about to fall to the ground with the anxiety that was spiking up inside of her.

“No one is going to see anything. You just need to make sure you stay quiet,” He smirked at her as he washed his blonde hair out, “Of course, there is a way to fix that.” She was thankful for the steam so that it could hide her flushing face. It took a lot of convincing and self-control to keep her eyes from dipping back in between his legs. She knew what he was thinking about doing but there was no way she'd allow him to do that here. There were too many people around that could easily find out. Still, the thought of someone coming in and not knowing exactly what was happening behind the shower curtain sort of excited her too. 

“You’re being ridiculous.” She mumbled, unsure of what else to say as her mind had begun to wander elsewhere. She quickly shook those thoughts away, too mortified to have to repeat the thought. She still couldn't believe the affect he had on her. It was like she was fighting an internal battle to resist him but pull him closer all at the same time. He laughed, as if he noticed.

“I think you are. Just relax, it’s fun.” He pressed his hands against her naked waist as he pulled her towards him, kissing the side of her neck. She gaped at the feeling, lingering against his hold for a few seconds before quickly moving her neck away from his mouth. She didn't even have to focus on his dick to see that it was hardening against her thigh. She felt nervous but was unable to fully push him away from her. 

“You gave me hickeys,” She criticized as she poked his meaty chest with her bony finger, “What am I supposed to say?” Kim questioned him as he looked all too amused. She didn’t think it was funny at all as she stared as the water dripped down his long eyelashes. She had not yet figured out a way to lie to her mother when she would eventually ask. She couldn't imagine what Neil would accuse her of either. 

“There’s no denying those love bites,” He began to scrub at his arms with her sponge. She stepped forward to try and yank it away, but he nudged her back gently, “I guess your good girl image will not be so good anymore.” He was completely teasing her, but she hated it. It wasn't about keeping her image clean, more so with the fact that she was too humiliated for people to think about what she had been doing. 

“That’s not funny, Billy. My mom is going to flip.” She protested, scooting next to him as she began to grow cold from the lack of heat. Billy accepted her standing so close to her, unmoving as he finished washing himself and she lingered under the cool water as she tried to think of excuses. She looked at his bruises, suddenly feeling like it was unfair to compare her mom getting mad at her. Nothing could quite compare to what he had been through.

“You wear makeup, cover it up,” He didn’t seem bothered at her words as he washed out his hair again. She found herself brushing off the soapy suds from a section of his back as the water missed it. He peered over his shoulder at her, grinning widely and she tried to ignore the feeling growing in her stomach, “Wasn’t getting a hickey one of the things you had written down in that diary?” He questioned slyly and she thought that she might die.

“Shut up,” She breathed out quickly as she cursed herself again for even writing that dumb journal, “It wasn’t a diary either, it was a journal.” She defended herself hotly. She wasn't sure what the difference between the two was, but she was convinced there was a difference. Billy chuckled, his eyes lingering at her boobs before he glanced back up at her. She tried not to cover her chest again.

“I forgot you don’t make those anymore. Pretty sure this was on the list too; I do believe it was under different locations to have sex?” Billy pretended to be confused, acting as if he needed more information from her. Kim’s face burned and she was pretty sure he had read the whole thing multiple times before she had taken it away from him. She was so thankful she destroyed it. All she felt like she could do at the moment was deny that it had ever happened. 

“No, nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kim spoke quickly, watching as his hands went next to the side of her face and trapped her against the shower wall. She winced when she felt the cold runoff water pressing against her back. Billy’s lips ghosted near her own, leaning his face in close to hers. She liked how he looked with the water dripping down his damp hair and soaking into his golden skin.

“Don’t be so shy. It’s fine, I’m just trying to teach you, right?” He clicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth as he spoke close to the corner of her mouth. He made it sound so easy. She didn’t know how to not be awkward when he brought up the sex topic. She wanted to learn but she was sure she would die of embarrassment if she actually had to ask him about how sex worked. 

“Yeah,” She whispered out sweetly, “What if someone hears?” She felt a bit anxious as one of his hands moved down to rub the side of her waist. She felt her breath hitch and her thighs press together as she began to feel hot. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed as Billy licked his bottom lip. At the same time, there was no denying that he was getting harder by the second and she hadn't even done anything yet. 

“They won’t over the water,” He explained as he took a hold of her knee and lifted her left over his waist, “We can make this quick too.” She was sure there was something wrong with the both of them now. Was it normal for people to have this much sex? She wasn’t sure but she didn’t think it was. 

She could feel his large dick pressed against her wet folds, the water drenching down on them perfectly to leave her pussy even wetter. She reached out to hold onto his bicep, afraid she would end up slipping with only one foot on the ground. Billy didn’t even seem to notice as he reached between them, tapping his dick against her wet pussy. She gulped hard, looking between them and watching his movements as she felt her stomach muscles tightening from anticipation.

“Do you wanna do it?” He tilted his head as he watched her. She snapped her head back up towards him in surprise and quickly shook her head. She wasn’t sure she would be able to angle it in right and didn’t want to risk pushing him into the wrong hole. Although, she was sure he wouldn’t mind either way, “Okay.” He laughed at her reaction, staring at her face as he pushed the head of his dick into her fluttering hole. She looked back down between the two of them, watching how easily she engulfed him. She liked that it no longer burned, that her walls had stretched well enough around his dick that he fit in perfectly.

“Oh,” Kim rested her head back against the shower wall, a moan slipping free as he filled her fully. Her eyelashes fluttered at him, the water hitting against her cheek in a comforting way, “Feels so good.” He groaned in response, squeezing her butt hard as he stayed put for a few seconds as they both enjoyed the feeling of each other. She didn't ever want this feeling to leave her, she realized as her fingertips dug into his arms.

“Should’ve put my dick inside you a long time ago,” He grunted lowly, his words coaxing her clit as he pulled out until only his tip remained, “You look so damn pretty stuffed full of my dick.” He slammed all the way back into her, his grip on her knee tightening as he began to build up a rhythm. Her thigh was beginning to burn from being stretched at this angle. She knew he said the water would be loud enough to cover her moans, but she still tried to resist how loud she was being. His words were so dirty and made her realize that she would've been more than happy to have been stuffed full of his cock for much longer than she had been. 

“Oh god,” Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, and she resisted the urge to dig her nails into his soft skin. She didn’t want to leave anymore marks, no matter how good he said it felt. She didn’t quite believe it, “I like your dick.” Small giggles left her mouth before she was overtaken by moans. She placed her forehead against his collarbone, hiding her embarrassment as he sped up his movements and pressed her harder into the wall. She didn't want to see his reaction when she uttered those words, instead choosing to hide herself away from his blue eyes.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She began to protest when he pulled out and dropped her leg down slowly. She looked at him confused as he guided her in front of him, turning so her back faced him. She could feel irritation growing as well, hoping this wasn't some cruel way of teasing her. If he wanted her desperate for him, this would be the way to go about it. 

“What are you-?” His large hand pushed down against her shoulder, making her bend at her knees at an awkward angle. She followed his hand movements until he let up and she gripped her ankles for support. She was not sure if she liked this position at all, feeling like she was way too exposed to him for her liking. 

"Be a good girl," HIs words reassured her as she was eager to listen to him and please him as best as she could do, "Such a pretty little cunt." It was harder to hear him from this angle, but she was beginning to grow okay with it, glad that he couldn't see her embarrassed reaction. His fingers slid between her wet folds, massaging her slick around her hole before he pushed his tip back into her. This time she did feel a burning sensation, his cock entered her at a completely different angle.

“Oh god, Billy,” It was hard to breathe in this position and everything felt stretched and awkward as she held onto her ankles tightly. Her hair cascaded down in front of her, nearly touching her feet. She could feel the back of her thighs and legs burning from being stretched, “T-too much.” She panted, feeling lightheaded as the feeling of his cock overcame all of her sensations.

“Not too much,” He cooed as he squeezed her ass in his hands. He didn’t move, filling her to the brim. She could feel his balls pressing against the back of her thighs as he thrusted into her again, “You’ll adjust to it, baby. I know you’ll love it.” He leaned down over her back, peppering kisses against her spine as he reached between her legs to rub her clit. She moaned, a wad of drool falling from her lips and onto the shower floor as he began his rough movements again. The way he was thrusting was so rough and brutal that she was unable to correct her way of breathing. Her lungs were beginning to feel squished in her chest, but she didn’t mind as her walls squeezed around his large dick. He groaned, tugging on her hair as he pulled her back onto him harshly. His hips were snapping against the back of her butt harder and harder as he somehow managed to pull her closer to him.

Her fingers were shaking around her ankles, her grip loosening as he moved her around harshly. She felt the burning sensation in her scalp as he tugged on her hair harder, fucking her against his dick. She closed her eyes harshly as she felt licked her lips, wiping the water droplets from her mouth as she tried to move back against Billy to her best ability. 

“Kimberly?” It was like all of the hot steam in the room had diminished and turned cold as the door opened as her mother's voice rang into the room, “Are you still in the shower?” Susan asked the obvious question as the door was pushed open widely. The moan in her throat died as quickly as it had risen as fear overtook her pleasured state. Her heart was hammering so hard in her chest as she began to move slowly, not wanting to attract her mother's position to the shower.

Kim felt as if her lungs would explode as she tried to gain her breath and ignore how incredibly full and stuffed, she was with Billy’s cock shoved deep inside her. She leaned up a bit, holding onto her knees as Billy stalled his movements. She could feel his chest rising rapidly against her back as they both were frozen in fear.

“Yes?” She tried her best to speak normally as her heart squeezed inside of her chest harshly and panic swirled inside of her bones. Billy’s grip on her was tight as she moved to stand up straighter, her core aching around his length at the position she moved into. She could feel her walls clenching around him, urging him to move even though she was freaking out over being caught. This would be it. 

“I’m just going to put the towels up for a minute, okay?” Her mother asked but didn’t wait for her response as she walked into the bathroom and began to set the folded towels on the towel rack. The door shut behind her, wrapping the room back in a hot steam as anxiety licked at Kim’s senses. Kim was afraid she was breathing too loud as her right hand reached over to grip the small grab bar. She was all too aware of Billy’s dick throbbing inside of her and her walls coaxing him to continue his movements. His hands still held onto her waist, and she could tell he was fighting not to proceed with his movements.

“Sure, mom.” She felt as if the oxygen wasn’t reaching her lungs as her mom began to hum as she worked. She prayed that she wouldn’t look too closely. That the steam was still enough to hide the two silhouettes and that she wouldn’t notice Billy’s clothes lingered in the same pile as hers. One of Billy’s hands cupped her chin, making her look back at him as his other hand moved from her waist and shushed her. She felt her eyes growing wide and she quickly tried to shake her head to warn off his advantages.

Her mouth fell open in forced silence as he thrusted forward, pushing into her fully as the water continued to beat against their skin. She felt her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him, partially in horror and the other in lust as he began a slow, deep rhythm thrusting inside of her. The feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against her most sensitive spot left her restless. She bit down on her lip so hard that she was scared she would draw blood. It was so hard not to moan, not to grind back against his hips when all she wanted him to do was fuck her relentlessly.

“How’s work going?” Her moms voice carried through the thick air and Kim rested her head back against Billy’s shoulder, closing her eyes tightly in frustration. She needed her mom to leave now before she did something dumb and got the two of them caught. She could feel her panic slipping further and further down the drain the more Kim lingered on his cock.

“Good,” She took a second to grab her composure as Billy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, stretching her out as he rutted deeply into her. Her wetness and the water from the shower allowed him to move quickly as he dug his fingertips into her hips, “So good.” Her eyes opened suddenly as she cursed herself, coughing to cover up the soft sounds that left her parted lips.

She could feel Billy’s lips curling up into a smile against the crook of her neck as he ghosted kisses over her sensitive skin. She licked her bottom lip, sinking into the feeling of him. She so desperately wanted him to take her right now. Damn her mom. Maybe it would serve her right for not standing up to Neil. Susan would be able to watch in horror as Billy completely destroyed her eldest daughter and not be able to do anything about it. 

She felt her walls flutter around Billy, the image of being caught suddenly turned her on as she thought of her mom's horrified face. She wondered if Billy would stop if she caught them, or if he would fuck her until she climaxed. The image kept floating around her mind as Billy drove his hips into her as quietly and hard as he could.

“I’m glad you found a place you like. Are you excited for school to start?” She could feel the urge to scream at her mother to get out, beginning to raise inside of her chest. Kim met the corner of Billy’s eyes, noticing the same frustration mirroring hers.

He gripped her waist tightly, his lips pressing oh so gently against hers as she felt her heart pounding against her chest, “Yes, I’m excited.” She replied shortly, her lips brushing against Billy’s as she spoke. He smirked, licking the inside of her mouth as he continued his movements. It was so wrong, so wrong to be doing this in front of her mom. She liked it. The whole idea of being naughty heightened her lust for Billy as her fingers brushed over his skin, careful against his bruised wrist. She slid her tongue against his, enjoying the way that it felt. His fingers traveled down her navel, down her smooth skin until he landed at her clit. She shot him a warning look, knowing she couldn’t take much more without being too loud.

“Well alright, when you’re done, we can talk about what we want to make for dinner?” Her mom spoke quickly, and Kim was sure it was because she feared that her daughter was still angry at her. Which she was. She just couldn’t focus on that anger right now with Billy’s cock stroking her pussy so well and his fingers ghosting over her clit. He bit down on her shoulder gently, making her jump as his movements became harsher and deeper. Kim nodded, forgetting that her mother couldn’t see her. Their movements stayed shallow until the door clicked. 

Billy waited only a few seconds before he bent her over again, his thrusts turning relentless as he wasted no time in dragging her along his cock. She squeaked, hearing her pussy squelch repeatedly against his hard dick. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep quiet but was unable to do it. Her legs began to give out, her feet sliding out from under her as she fell onto the tiled floor.

Billy went down with her, toppling over her as he continued his brutal movements. He held her hips steady and tight as she slid around on the wet, tiled floors. She panted, trying to adjust herself but trying to move back against him at the same time. She needed him so badly, her grinding hips only adding fuel to the fire as he grunted loudly. Her hands scanned mindlessly, finally gripping the side of the tub as her cheek pressed against the cold material repeatedly. Her arm was slightly pulling on the shower curtain, but she didn't care if the whole thing toppled over as long as it meant she could release. Kim felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head, completely full of bliss as all she could focus on was his cock pumping inside of her. Her thighs were wet and she couldn’t tell if it was from the water or the two of them mixing together. 

“Harder,” Her knees were sliding against the tub, and she could feel the rough material scratching against her skin, but she didn’t care, “Billy, Billy come on fuck me harder.” She begged and whined as his hands gripped her waist tightly. It was much harder to be fucked roughly with the tub being so slippery from the water.

“Fucking trying,” He seethed as his movements became harsher as his hand landed against her ass cheek. She whined, clinging to the side of the tub to keep herself from sliding face first onto the slippery floor. She was desperate, rutting back against him to meet his movements as one of his arms snaked under her waist to help hold her up, “You’re so fucking wet.” He groaned out into her ear, licking at her neck.

Her walls were fluttering, clenching around him as she felt herself reaching that peak. She needed him to take her there so badly. She reached her right hand down under her body, linking her fingers with his and squeezing to keep a hold on him. She was surprised that he didn’t push her hand away.

“Please, please,” She kept begging as her pussy squelched around his fat cock, she didn’t even care as she was entirely too focused on reaching her high, “Billy, I need it so badly.” She was basically crying as she looked back to the older boy, his features pulled into concentration as he drove into her. She watched as the water from the shower hit his back and dribbled down his muscles. She watched as he stuck his tongue out and traced his lips across his teeth.

“I know, baby,” He breathed out against the side of her cheek as his fingers held onto hers tightly. Her eyes fluttered close as he continued to ram into her, the head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside of her. It hit suddenly, her walls closing around him as her toes curled and her fingers tightened around his. His free hand moved to cover her mouth, drowning out her moans as she came undone around him.

She felt herself sliding down, her grip on the tub growing weaker as she came down from her high. Billy’s violent pace stayed the same, stroking the same spot inside her. She was so overwhelmed with the feeling that she didn’t notice his seed filling her aching hole. His fingers pushed into her mouth, and she lazily sucked on his thick digits, trying to come down from her high as the shower washed away the remnants from the two of them.

Her knees burned from scratching against the tiles as Billy’s fingers stayed linked with hers, his panting tickling the side of her neck as he slowly began to pull out of her. She gasped, her fingers twitching against his from the sensation. She wanted more of him and yet it was over far too quickly when Billy slowly pulled his hand away from hers. She felt an empty feeling settling inside of her as the warmth from his fingers left her. She winced, the once warm water had grown cold and was hitting her butt and the back of her thighs. She felt him moving to stand behind her, before he reached down to help her up.

Her thighs shook and knees burnt as she stood, turning to look at him. She watched as he popped his knuckles, before turning and shutting the water off. She stood there for a second, letting the remaining water drip off of her as she took him in as if she was in a haze. She wanted nothing more than for him to wrap her up in his arms and pull her close again. She liked the way his hands traced her face, traveled her body. Even more, she liked the feeling of their fingers being linked together. 

He reached across from her, and she still felt as if she was a trance, unmoving as he pulled the shower curtain open. Cold air rushed inside, and she could feel her nipples growing hard as she crossed her arms over her chest. He pulled two towels out, handing her the softer tone.

“Thanks.” She whispered, unsure of what else to say as she began to dry herself off. Her pussy ached when she cleaned herself and she felt oddly satisfied with what had just happened, no matter how risky it had been. She watched as he stepped out with the towel around his waist and reached over to lock the door. She thought about lecturing him about how he should’ve locked it in the first place so that no one had walked in. He turned to her smugly.

“Maybe that was the point. I wanted to see if you could be quiet.” She watched as he lathered shaving cream over his cheeks, across his jaw and down his neck. She should've figured it was all some game all along. However, she was even more intrigued as she pulled her hair up in her towel. 

“You’re mean,” Was her response and she pulled on some clean clothes. She watched as his hand stayed steady while he began to shave. She didn’t know why she was so enhanced by it, “Are you going to shave your mustache?” She questioned suddenly as she struggled to get her bra snapped. His eyes met hers in the mirror.

“Do you want me to?” He sounded genuine, stopping his movements. She felt too aware of his eyes watching her as she shook her head. No, she thought it fit him well. Not to mention she liked the way the hairs tickled her skin when he kissed her.

“No, it looks good.” She turned, facing away from him as she finally got her bra hooked. She was hurrying to get dressed while he took his time in the mirror. She felt hesitant as she stood up to the counter, reaching across to grab her brush as she pulled her long hair down. 

It felt oddly domestic as she stood next to him, brushing out her curls while he was shaving. She tried not to think that way because there should be nothing domestic about them at all. Yet, her thoughts wandered as she continued to get herself cleaned up. Her eyes kept glancing towards him as he cleaned his face off again, rubbing water across the smooth skin. She fought the urge to reach out and touch his cheek. She didn't know why she was so enamored by him at the moment.

"I have something for you," He spoke up again as he reached into his pile of clothes and pulled something out of his pocket. She didn't question him as he walked back towards her, figuring he would have something perverted to say, "Here."

“What’s this?” She questions as he passes her a clear baggy, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. She tried not to drool over his toned body again. It was so hard when he looked so good. She tried to think of anyone else again, acting as if the hottest guy she'd ever met wasn't her stepbrother. 

“Take it, it’ll make sure you don’t get pregnant.” Her eyes turned surprised as she took the small pill resting in the bag, completely forgotten about how he mentioned taking care of it. In truth, she had forgotten about the risk of pregnancy since the first night. She felt a bit dumb as she looked up at his bright blue eyes again.

She looked at him a bit confused, “This works?” She hadn't heard of such a thing before as she looked at his calm expression. It wasn't that she didn't trust him. There was no doubt he was a lot more knowledgeable at this than she was. However, she still had to urge to clarify with him.

“There’s nothing better,” He grinned at her befuddled features as she pocketed the baggy, making sure she’d take it when she went into the kitchen, “Don’t forget about it.” He warned. She shot him a look. She had absolutely no desire to get pregnant yet. She couldn't imagine what people would say, specifically people in this household. Neil would probably try to disown her, which she was fine with, but she had no idea if her mother would support her or not. Not to mention, what Billy would do. She was fairly certain they were on the same boat about not wanting a mixture of them running around.

“I won’t, but I can’t choke it down with no water,” She explained as she picked up her dirty clothes, looking at him, “Are you going to get dressed?” Her tone was a lot sharper than she meant for it to be and she blamed it on his distracting her was. He chuckled as he uncrossed his arms.

“I thought you liked seeing me naked?” He teased her jokingly as he reached for his pile of clothes. She was thankful her mother hadn’t noticed when she had been in here. She felt her face growing warm again. She very much did like to see him naked, but she wasn't going to fall into that trap so easily. 

“You’re the only guy I’ve seen naked.” Kim spoke truthfully, well minus the two guys she had seen on the video in his room. She wasn’t going to bring that up, though. She wondered if he would have her watch the same video or a different one. She wondered how many he had hidden away and how many he had seen. The thought of him having to rent those videos from some poor worker almost made her laugh.

“I’m honored,” He spoke cockily, “Sucks for you though. You won’t ever see anyone better.” He teased her but he had a sense of truth behind his words. She pulled at her curls, wondering if he was right. So far, he had been the only one that was into her. That raised more questions in her mind as she watched him begin to dress himself. She was pleased to see that the scratches on his back were healing.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” She asked suddenly and almost insecure as she rubbed her hands across the goosebumps forming on her arms. She peaked a glance at him, noticing the grin on his lips. He swooped his fingers through the loops on her jean shorts and pulled her up against him. She felt herself lighting on fire where their skin met.

“I do, prettiest girl I have ever seen,” His fingers cupped her chin as he looked down at her, lips grinning as he pecked the corner of her mouth. His voice held a slightly teasing tone as he spoke, and Kim was unsure if he was saying that to just satisfy her. It didn’t matter if he did, because it still worked as she felt herself growing giddy from his words. She liked being called cute names by him, “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen too.” Her face burned, the Billy that she knew reappeared as she looked away from his smirking face. He knew exactly how to get to her. 

“Stop.” She mumbled as she pulled away, holding her hands up to her cheeks as she tried to calm the flames that were licking at her skin. He pulled her hand away, kissing her hot cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her heart was beating so harshly in her chest she thought it would burst from her skin.

His now smooth skin rubbed against her round cheek as he pulled her close to him. It wasn’t a hug, however, she accepted it as one since it would be the closest one, she would get. She soaked in his warmth and the feeling of him against her. She liked the sex, but she liked this a lot more. She wanted him to hold her more, yet she couldn’t find a way to say that. 

“It’s true,” He pushed her hair behind her shoulders as he peppered kisses across her neck, “Never seen someone so pretty like you. You’ve always been beautiful.” His teeth nibbled against her skin, his mustache tickling her neck as she tried not to pull away as she giggled.

“That tickles.” She smiled, glancing at them in the mirror. Her conscience was screaming at her, telling her to get far away from him. This was wrong. This felt like it would lead to feelings and that scared her a lot. She couldn’t imagine the humiliation of falling for him. Yet, her mind lingered on how he mentioned she’d always been beautiful. She wondered how long he had been thinking of her in that way.

“Are you going to stay there all day or what?” Max’s voice rang out from the other side as her small fists clashed against the locked door. Kim jumped out of Billy’s arms, feeling like a frightened cat. She felt her hands growing sweaty as she grabbed her clothes again.

“Be out in a minute!” She looked to Billy, frantic and unsure of how to get them out of this situation. He shrugged as he grabbed his dirty laundry. He didn’t seem the slightest bit worried about trying to sneak past Max.

“Just peek out in a few minutes.” He explained quietly. She looked at him curiously, wondering how many girls he had sneaked in and out without her knowing. She figured it was a lot and didn’t necessarily like that thought at all. However, she did listen to him.

She waited for Max’s footsteps to reside before she peeked her head out to take notice of the empty room and opened the door wide for them. Billy gave her butt a quick smack, walking past her to head into his room. She yelped but soon felt a smile growing after. She was really beginning to like when he did that.

She watched him shut the door behind him just as Max rushed out of her room. The younger girl looked absolutely furious as she approached her older sister, staring up at her with her hands on her waist.

“I’m sorry.” Kim blinked in surprise, trying to remember if Max had ever apologized to her before about any of their fights they shared. Max crossed her arms over her chest, looking very uncomfortable as she spoke, “You have every right to go away if you want to. Even though you’ll be alone. And probably become a crazy cat lady.” Max straightened her shoulders as she spoke to the taller girl. Kim stared down at her, dumbfounded.

“I accept your apology. I think,” Kim muttered confused about if her little sister was being sincere or not. She wouldn’t become a cat lady, “Did El tell you to apologize?” Kim asked as she played with the younger girl's hair. Max scoffed.

“She may have helped a bit,” Max admitted as she took a step back from her sister's hold, “I’m just afraid to lose you.” Max was sincere in her words and Kim felt bad. She didn’t want to leave her behind. She knew it was nice to think she could leave, but doubted she’d be able to do so.

“I don’t even know if I’ll get accepted anyways.” She shrugged reassuringly. She didn't want to tread too hard onto this unknown conversation. Max, similar to Billy, was quite hotheaded and she never quite knew what would set her off. She decided to play safe instead. Max gave her an annoyed look before she rolled her blue eyes.

“You’re going to get into any college that you apply to,” Her small arms wrapped around Kim’s waist as she hugged her. Kim blinked and held onto her, “You just can’t bring your cats into your dorm.” 

Kim shoved the younger back, looking at her irritated, “I’m not going to be alone with cats. I mean cats are cool, but I’m not lame.” She replied crossly. Max and her both turned at the same time as Billy’s door opened, his blonde head peeking out. Her eyes caressed out his nasty cuts and bruises, yet he didn’t look as miserable as what he usually was when he got beat like this. Usually, they'd all avoid him and Neil like a plague because of how bitter their attitudes were afterwards. He even looked a bit pleased as he stepped into the brightly lit hallway.

“What are we talking about?” He asked casually, pulling his door shut behind him. Kim glanced at Max, taking in her pitiful expression as she stared at Billy. She pushed her hair out of her face, shaking the expression away. She glared at the younger girl as she spoke up.

“How Kim is going to be a crazy cat lady.” Max spoke simply and Kim glared at her. She turned to Billy and to her astonishment he was grinning and nodding along like he agreed with her. Kim clenched her fists together as he spoke up, his voice suddenly irritating to her. She hoped he wasn't planning on fucking her anytime soon because that ship had sailed as soon as he began to agree.

“She’ll be like Ms. Norris and have matching socks with her cats.” Billy teased. Kim felt her face heating up as she looked between the two of them, feeling annoyance clawing at her chest as Max laughed along. She didn't like that they thought she would be so weird and so lame to end up alone with no one else other than animals. In her defense, cats were completely cool and seemed to enjoy her company just as much.

“I hate both of you.” She crossed her hands over her chest, trying not to let their comments get to her but still feeling the corner of her lips beginning to curl up. As irritating as it could be, she knew that the comments were harmless. She just didn't enjoy being picked on that much. It seemed like that was the best way for the other two to bond, however. Max suddenly perked up even more, staring at her older sister.

“Are those hickeys?” She whispered as she bit back giggles. Kim felt her eyes widening as she clutched the side of her neck, having forgotten about the love bites that lingered there. She couldn't believe how immature the younger girl was acting at the moment. It was like a nightmare had come true as Kim could feel her cheeks growing hotter. 

“No!” She spit out quickly, trying not to glance at Billy for reassurance. She could feel his smile on her face burned the longer Max looked and giggled at her. She knew he was completely happy with what he had done. She'd have to make him repent for it later. 

“Must’ve been the cats.” Billy shot her a wink as Max broke down into a fit of laughter. Kim stood there trying to resist the urge to lock herself in her room. She blamed Billy for all of this as she shot him a rather harsh glare. He didn't seem to mind as he winked at her too, completely melting away any irritation that lingered inside of her. 

“Can we go roller skating tomorrow?” Max asked as she blinked back tears from laughing so hard. Kim was surprised as she watched her smaller frame bump into Billy, noticing a sense of comfort between the two of them. She liked that they seemed to be getting along, “You said that we could do something together, Kim.” Billy turned his eyes to her curiously, the part of his face still swollen as he still wore a smile. She felt an odd sensation growing inside of her when he looked at her this way. She didn’t understand it.

“So, you need someone to drop you off?” Billy asked as he tilted his head as he watched her curiously with a soft grin. Max was watching him too, clearly confused by how he was acting. Kim didn’t try to act shocked. It was like he was a completely different person standing between them.

“No, we wanted you to come with us actually. Max said it would be good bonding.” She rushed out the last part of her sentence, not wanting to add that Max had suggested they go as siblings. Saying it out loud and so casually felt so wrong. Yet, that’s what they technically were. No matter how hard they tried to hide it.

Billy looked at her surprised, his amusement fading as he began to rub his sore wrist. Her heart pumped hard in her chest as she stared at him, watching how his eyes fell flat to the floor. She wondered how many times they had done things together and purposely left him out. She bit back her guilt, knowing how unbearable he had been in his fits of rage. She didn’t blame him for that of course, yet it was still hard to be around him. She figured they had now to make up for all of the other times.

“It’ll just be us,” Max spoke up eagerly, “and none of my shithead friends will come.” She quickly turned to look down the hallway, making sure that their mother wasn’t anywhere near to hear her curse. Kim nodded in support, watching as Billy slowly lifted his eyes back towards the two redheads.

“Sure, sounds fun I guess.” His tone was dry, but she could see the smile slowly beginning to form against his cut and bruise lips. She had a sudden urge to reach forward and take his face in her hands. She leaned back against the wall, crossing her hands behind her back to stay at a safe distance from him.

“Cool, I will need someone to pay for me though.” Max added a little too sweet as she twisted her hips and swung her hands, smiling at the two of them. Billy scoffed under her breath but Kim smiled, expecting nothing less from the small girl.

“Alright shitbird, but you owe me,” Kim was surprised that Billy had answered before her. She was beginning to believe he was a lot sweeter than he put on. She grinned widely at him, “I don’t want you getting in my way either.” Max’s smile turned to a smirk.

“You won’t have to worry about me. I’m great at blading. It’s her you have to worry about.” Max pointed towards Kim before turning and walking back to her room, her red hair dancing behind her. Kim looked at Billy sheepishly, still with her back against the wall.

“Is that true?” Billy looked at her amused, resting the side of his body against the wall as he leered over her. Kim shrugged but kept the smile on her face.

“Yeah, I suck at it.” Like most sports. She swore she was cursed with two left feet. In all fairness, she had never tried to roller skate before. The fear of falling and breaking her ankle in one of those was too terrifying for her. She had tried to skateboard with Max before, only to scrape the entire left part of her face. Her mom had tried to encourage her in sports before, but they never worked out. Kim was usually knocked down more often than not.

Billy grinned, leaning forward until he was too close to her. She gulped hard, eyes fleeting to the side of them to make sure Max or her mother wasn’t nearby. He pressed a small, fleeting kiss against the corner of her mouth. Her lips burned as he pulled away.

“I guess you’ll have to hold my hand.”

Next Chapter

[kaeyx]

Screaming, crying, throwing up, its 3 am, and i need to be up early, but all i can think of is being bent over a table and having Chuuya use me as he pleases :3 LIke I NEED HIM SO BAD. I need chuuya to use me- NO what i REALLY want is a good fuck with chuuya and then for Diavolo to come in iMMEDIETLY AFTER and take me after Chuuya like "Oh is this a fuck fest? Nice-" LIKE BITCH PLSSSSSS AND THEN LIKE GETTING SOME AFTERCARE WITH THEM 😭😭😭 I JUST KNOW THEYD BE DAMN GOOD AT AFTERCARE. SHOWERING YOU WITH PRAISE, TELLING YOU HOW GOOD YOU DID, KISSING EVERY BITE AND BRUISE THEY GAVE YOU. MFERS WOULD PROBABLY PICK YOU UP LIKE YOU WEIGHED NOTHING TO THEM NO MATTER YOUR SIZE AND TAKE YOU TO THEIR LAVISH ASS BATHROOM AND GIVE YOU A FUCKING BUBBLE BATH WHERE THEY CLEAN YOU UP WITH SOME NICE WATER AND THEN THEYD JUST SPEND FOREVER CUDDLING YOU WHILE GIVING YOU MORE PRAISE- i need them to bully their pretty dicks into my cervix and call me their good slutty boy- GODS I NEED THEM WHY ARE THEY NOT REAL-😭

What is this, a crossover episode?

Ure so right tho godDAMN and I know either Diavolo or Barbatos are powerful enough to magic something up and make it true. Diavolo finding you all fucked out and drippy, already well used and loose, it's the perfect time to bully himself into your trembling hole. Chuuya would just pet you and hold your hand, maybe pulling your face up by the chin so he can watch you drool with your eyes crossed as Diavolo plants a huge hand on your back to keep you still. The prince is so big he doesn't even have to try to be mean, just fucking into you gently already has his cock so deep it's like he's trying to fuck right into your womb.

And ofc they're both the KINGS of aftercare, putting you in a bathtub so big it might as well be a pool and filling it with warm water and bubbles, cleaning you up and holding you close while you slowly become coherent again, smacking them lightly and complaining that you won't be able to walk in the morning. No worries, they can carry you <3

[grayson-baller]

devils roll the dice -- Chuck Taylor

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author's note: Sorry for the bad title. It's like 2am. My brain stopped working. I am not sure what this is. It kind of just happened

warnings: smut--18+, intercourse, dirty talk, daddy kink (honorific),pet names, dom/sub dynamics

word count: 906

pairing: fem!reader & Chuck Taylor

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tags: @shelickedthebeater @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13

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“Look at you, little dove. Just laying there and taking my cock like a good girl.” The mix of his voice and praise send chills up your spine. You loved when he praised you, reminding you that you were his good girl. You were his, after all. Something that you’d never forget—nor did he ever let you. You were pinned under his hips, at his mercy. Your favorite place to be. You felt each of his slow, deep thrusts, knowing each one claimed you all over again. It was his favorite way to remind you where you belonged.

He had your legs wide open. Before he had sunk inside of you, he had laid between your legs and teased you with his tongue. The feeling of his mouth against your clit, fingers inside of you, had almost been enough to send you over the edge, toppling towards the orgasm that was right there.  

You hadn’t expected him to come crashing into your life, claiming your body and heart. He had been a surprise in the best of the way. After a broken heart, you boarded up the windows. You closed yourself off to the idea of being with anyone again. Then, came Chuck.

He welcomed you to the roster, always cracking jokes to make you smile. He was someone that went out of his way to talk to you backstage, including you in the plans he made. He was your friend, someone that protected you, and made you feel safe. You could heal around him, feeling pieces of yourself stitching back together. In the coldest moments, he was the fire that kept you warm.

Loving him was easy. It was natural. Opening your heart to him was something you knew you made the right decision on. Nobody ever loved you in the ways he had. Nobody made you feel the things he made you feel.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, lips swollen from his kisses earlier in the night. What started as cuddling on the couch, turned into this. You, stretched open, forced to take each pounding thrust of him. Eyes locked on yours, Chuck reached up to grab your chin with his hand.

“That’s not a nice word for such a good girl.” He spoke, grinning at you. The grin that usually made your panties damped with want. “It sounds so pretty coming from those lips though, so I’ll allow it.” Approval and arousal made you clench around him, whimpers spilling from you. Did he realize the way your body reacted when he said things like this? Of course. He knew. He knew the affect he had on you, the way you so naturally submitted to him.

How good it felt to do so.

You were constantly a drippy mess for him, something he loved. He praised you, constantly telling you how beautiful you were when you were wet for him. He knew how to handle you, how to bring that out of you.

“Can’t blame you, little dove. It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it, baby? My little dove is getting filled up the way she needs. Can’t help when filthy fucking words fall from those pretty lips of hers, huh?” His hand stroked your bottom lip.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You babbled, the pleasure increasing as he his thrusts hit that spot, the one that left your head spinning and toes curling. “You make me feel so good, daddy.” He groaned at that, hips snapping even harder against that spot, causing you to moan. You clenched around him again, so close. “Please. Am close. Can I come?”

“Yeah, you about to come, baby?” He asked, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Fuck yeah, you can come for me, little dove. I want you to come as many times at this pretty little pussy can.” He pushed his thumb into your mouth, groaning as your rolled your tongue around it. “Fuck, baby. Look at my beautiful little girl, so fucking dirty for me, aren’t you? Such a perfect girl though. Come for me, baby. Just know that we aren’t stopping until I’m done.”

Your back arched in a loud moan as he slipped his hand from your mouth, his now wet thumb brushing over your clit. “Fuck!” You moaned, bucking against his hand. Your hands reached up gripping his shoulders so hard that little moon-shaped indents were left behind. “S-so good.” You whimpered, eyes opening to look at him. You clenched around him again he teased your clit with slow circles that had you inching closer and closer to the edge.

“Yeah?” He asked, pressing his lips against yours in a brief kiss. “My baby feeling good right now, huh? Nice and fucked out? Just laying there as I fuck her stupid? Until all she can do is beg for more?” You whimpered at his words, eyes rolling back as his thumb increased the pace around your clit. “My perfect little slut. You all fucked out on my cock is the best fucking sight.” He panted, increasing the pace of his thrusts as well.

“Daddy…”

He leaned down to kiss you once again, hand collaring around your throat. “I know, baby. I know how much you like being fucked, little dove.” He gave your throat a soft squeeze, watching as your eyes fluttered close as your walls clenched down with your orgasm. “Good girl, little dove. That’s right, Come for me. Show me how good it feels.”

[softtheythem]

Part 3

At first he grazed his fingertips lightly over her skin. He traced the contours of her ribs, her hips. He ran his hand along the back of her knee and slowly brought it up to the inside of her thigh. She squirmed, timidly, hoping to move herself just enough that his hand might graze her pulsing clit. He pushed her hips back onto the bed.

"No," he said, "hold still. I decide what you get."

She bit her bottom lip and whimpered. Already she was on the verge of being unable to think.

"You can talk, Angel. You can beg and whine and plead. You can tell Daddy whatever naughty thoughts run through that slutty little head of yours. You just can't move. Understand?"

"Yes," she said, nodding.

"Yes, what?" he reminded her.

"Yes sir," she said, blushing.

He continued touching her then, and without really deciding to, she began so speak.

"More?" she asked timidly. His pace didn't change, his pressure didn't increase. "More, please?" she tried. She saw his hips thrust with that one, and knew that, whether he was letting on or not, begging was working.

"Daddy, please, please touch me more. I need you. My pussy needs you. I promise I'll be good, I will. Just please touch my cunny. I'm so puffy. I need you."

That did the trick. He grinned. "Such a naughty, needy girl, aren't you?" he said. She nodded. She was ready to admit to almost anything, as long as she could feel his hand on her cunt.

He began to lightly circle her clit, and as he did, he leaned in to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth, relief washing over her at even the featherlight touch. He bit her bottom lip and she cried out, just a little. Forgetting her ties, she reached to touch him, to pull him closer to her, and was met with the resistance of being bound. He noticed.

"Use your words, little girl," he told her, "Did you forget already?"

"I need you," she said again.

He smacked her pussy. "Manners," he said, "please don't make me tell you again."

"Please, Daddy, please?"

Suddenly, he picked up the pace. His circles around her clit got harder and faster. Her breath caught. He rubbed her just how he knew she liked, and it wasn't long before she was close. But the spanking had been at least a little effective. She remembered herself just in time.

"Daddy, please, please can I cum?" she begged.

"Good job asking, Angel," he said, slowing down, "no, you may not." And he took his hands off of her.

As she came down off this first edge, he smirked.

"Don't forget I told you to keep count for me," he said, confirming her suspicions. This was going to be a while.

He began touching her again as soon as he was sure it wouldn't push her over the edge. This time, he ignored her clit, instead tracing his finger around the outermost edge of her opening. It was everything she had to keep her hips still. Despite the fact that she knew full well he wasn't going to let her cum, the need to have him filling her grew.

"Please," she said, "please go in?"

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice low as he slid a finger inside her aching pussy. He smiled. "God, you filthy little thing, you're soaked."

She turned her face away from him, shy.

"No," he said, "I want to see your face when I tell you what a drippy slut you are for me. You might think you can hide it, but this pretty little cunt doesn't lie, little girl."

She fought the urge to sass him, too needy and desperate to feel more of his fingers inside her.

"Please can I have another finger," she asked quietly.

He obliged. She moaned as he slid his fingers in and out, slowly beginning to fuck her. Just when she could no longer resist the urge to lift her hips, just when she was close enough to cum, he pulled out. She let out a whimper, but the look he gave her shot that down quickly.

Instead, she said "Two. Thank you Daddy."

His smile at her behavior was everything she needed to keep up the good work. He edged her again, doing the beginnings of all the things he knew drove her most wild. She counted for him obediently through edges 3, 4, 5, and 6. By edge 7 she was delirious. In all likelihood she couldn't have told you her own name.

He began the 8th round of her torture slowly and cruelly. His tongue pulling her clit into his mouth, his fingers spreading her open. She had given up begging. At this point, she couldn't form the words. She got there quickly, so close to cumming she almost missed it. Right there at the edge she remembered the rules. "Daddy," she slurred out, "cum please?"

He opened his mouth to say no, but before he could get the sound out, there she was. Cumming and cumming and cumming. Squirting, toes curled, body shaking, moaning out with the splendid release of it. The orgasm rolled through her body, making his cock harder than he had previously thought possible.

As soon as she started to come down, her face went white.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I just..." she trailed off.

"It's okay, little girl," he said, untying her, pulling her to his chest, "it's okay. Accidents happen. I know you just couldn't help it."

[little-drippy]

bio!

ahh hi!! seen lots of people do pinned bios so I thought I'd do one!

you're free to call me drippy, I use he/him pronouns and am 20 legal years of age XD

I'm gay (mlm), a bottom mainly and very much a sub, so do with that what you will internet

made this blog to help with my internalized kink shame and to not feel so isolated/weird about my sexuality (so far, it's really helped! <3)

not super into doing publicly controlled holds atm, but welcome asks and anons, as well as light teasing/praise, as I'm trying to skew hard away from shame vibes!! I may post about holds I do if I get brave enough, but who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'll update this as I think of things, but here's a list of turn ons and turn offs!

Turn Ons:

Omorashi/holding

Golden showers (not in my mouth for the love of god)

Peeing in containers

Public urination

Casual pissing

Bed wetting

Accidentsssss

Peeing during sex

Gentle doms (please be kind to meeee)

Light ABDL/ageplay, still experimenting

VERY LIGHT cnc (cnc from desperation/need)

Turn Offs:

Drinking/peeing in mouth

Breeding, knotting, or anything animal related (yes I will like posts with animal stuff sometimes let me appreciate vibes without being a stickler for details)

Harsh/mean doms

Slurs/Harassment/Bullying

Explicit detailed femme anatomy (I'm very gay and dysphoric lol)

Scat, blood, emeto

Sounding/catheters

Serious property damage/disrespect

That's all I can think of right now! enjoy the blog and please tell me your thoughts, it's so nice to connect with people about something I've felt afraid of and ashamed of for so long <33

[universalzones]

"Come on Drippy, just do what ya did the other day when we were training," Surge said, attempting to coax Kit to use the ability that happened the other day why training. "And don't overthink, just feel it out and do it. From what I could tell that skill is something ya gotta trust your gut on."

"But, thinking is the way I've always used my hydrokinesis." Kit never thought about simply doing something without thinking. The fennec always thinks what they should do in great detail before doing anything. That's why Surge keeps them around, right? "How do I even act without thinking? Does that ever work?"

"Just do it! It ain't that hard!" Surge would suddenly yell, her temper easily getting the better of her. It was swiftly replaced with guilt seeing Kit flinch and taking a step back. 'Dammit Surge. Cool your fuckin jets. Kit ain't like you and you fuckin know it. Don't be stupid and yell at them. You're better than that. You're better than HE made you to be.' The tenrec would take a deep breath.

"I ain't sayin to shut ya brain off, though you gotta relax. Let your muscle's loosen up, just give a quick thought to what you wanna do, and then do it. That's the way I use my speed after all." To demonstrate this Surge would suddenly zip off towards the edge of the cliff they were close by, stopping which caused her to slide forward ever so slight, and finally stopping right on the edge while on one foot and on her tippy toes. "As I said, ya gotta feel it out."

Kit was quick to panic upon seeing Surge suddenly dash towards the cliff. The fennec about to spring into action, though stopped themself upon seeing the tenrec stop perfectly to be standing on her tippy toes at the very edge of the cliff. They sighed with relief before speaking. "O-Okay, but please, don't scare me like that," they said before looking at the very crude training dummy Surge put together.

'Shit, gotta stop freaking them out like that.' Surge just did that without thinking how Kit would react. "Sorry bout that Drippy," the tenrec said, swiftly rushing back over to them. "Now, show me what ya got. And remember, you got this." Hopefully her pep talk and demonstration would give the fennec a good confidence boost.

"R-Right, I got this. Just, feel it out," Kit said, despite the fact they were still painfully nervous. The fennec just couldn't stand the thought of disappointing Surge which made it hard to not overthink. 'J-Just gotta calm down. After all, this is only p-practice and Surge believes in me. I can d-do this, I HAVE to do this because she wants me to.' They would then light slap their cheeks. 'N-No, I'm not doing this because Surge wants me to. I'm doing this because I WANT to, not because I'm being told.' Sure the tenrec was encouraging them, though they knew she wasn't gonna force them if they couldn't get it.

'Okay, here we go.' Kit would summon a small amount of water from their hydropack. Only enough just to make small ninja star. Why did they choose this? Well, like Surge suggest they just gave a quick thought and this was what came to mind. Of course it didn't take long for thoughts to begin to flood the fennec's mind on what to do next.

'Oh no, no no no no no. Stop thinking, just, stop thinking and do it. Wait, I don't know what to do, though that's the point, right? I gotta do what Surge said. Feel it out, which means I should think about that. No, that doesn't make sense. I can't feel it out if I'm forcing myself to think about feeling it out.' Kit was having a full on melt down in their head.

Surge was just staring at Kit, knowing full well they were overthinking every little detail right now. 'Geez, maybe we should call it quits. Kit clearly isn't ready to try something like this. Not until we can get some more of Starline's brainwashing out of their head.' The tenrec was about to tell them they were done for the day when a random idea popped in her head.

"The dummy's gonna blow up in three seconds, do the thing!" Surge would suddenly shout. 'I seriously hope that puts Kit into overdrive and not freak them out. That's the last thing I need.' The tenrec knew they hated shouting, though this was her last ditch effort to help.

In that instance all thoughts faded away expect for the supposed threat that Surge just told them about. Without thinking Kit would summon more water from their hydropack, swiftly forming a sphere around the dummy. Suddenly the water would freeze over, thus making a sphere of solid ice around the dummy. With all that said they snapped out of autopilot after there was no explosion after three seconds. Before they could ask questions they felt Surge placing an arm around them.

"Now that's what I'm talkin about Drippy!" Surge wasn't gonna waste any time in giving Kit their credit in freezing that dummy in a solid sphere of ice. "The bomb stuff was a lie, though just look at that! You've got some crazy strong ice powers now, and no need for mine or Starline's help. See how strong you are?" The tenrec asked, giving the fennec a few good pats on the back.

Getting so much praise from Surge was nice, even if Kit was still a bit on edge after the sudden lie about a bomb. "T-Thank you. M-Maybe if I keep t-training I'll be s-stronger than you?" The fennec was nervous about asking that, though they were still trying to show the small confidence they have.

Now it was Surge's turn to get nervous upon hearing the question. 'Shit, the fuck do I say to that?! Do I say no? Do I say yes? I don't fuckin know how to answer this!' The tenrec then saw Kit's small smile start to fade as she remained quiet. She had to answer, now.

"You mean you don't know? Of course you'll end up stronger than me. You'll end up so strong you'll wipe the floor with me and beat me into the fuckin ground. Heck, I'm sure you'll be able to fight Sonic and Eggman by yourself, at the same time." Fuck that felt like too much. Hopefully Surge didn't freak Kit out.

Kit took a moment, processing everything Surge just to them. It was, a lot to take in, though suddenly their smile got big. "Y-Yeah! I'm sure I can do that! I'll get strong enough to fight on my own, just like you!" The fennec was clearly having a large burst of confidence right now.

"That's what I'm talkin about!" Surge couldn't help feel glad that Kit was finally believing in themself and their own power. "Course I won't make it easy for ya. You'll have to train hard if you wanna get stronger than me!" The tenrec wasn't gonna get surpassed easily.

"Then I'll make sure to keep training hard! I won't give up no matter what!" For the moment Kit was free from the constant thoughts telling them only to protect and listen to Surge. Free from the constant worry and stress of Surge getting hurt. Free of wondering what they would do without someone to tell them what to do. The fennec only felt joy, excitement, encouragement, and self confidence at this moment.

"Though I never thought I'd be a cryomancer. I wonder if I had this power before or maybe it was always there and is only showing up now." Kit would have to look into it as this sudden ability to turn water into ice did show up out of nowhere.

"Save it for later. We've been training all day so let's pack it up, get some grub, and call it a day," Surge said while ruffling Kit's hair. The tenrec figured it'd be best to get some food and rest up as she was sure they'd be training tomorrow too. Thus the two walked off to find the nearest town so they could get some food.

[just-a-bit-more]

Did you get upto much last night? Want to talk about it? ... hehe

I was very busy being a precious little fuckdoll last night, following my King’s instructions desperately until I was finally allowed to cum! Well that's the short version… 

The full version… 

I'd written a long post about how late we'd be for dinner after receiving pictures from my King of him in a gorgeous shirt really feeling himself. The pictures were pure sex to me seeing my handsome incredible King exude such pure confidence… 

My King enjoyed reading that it seems as I got lots of very fun messages later in the night. Messages telling me how I was craved and needed when I get home. And then I received the first voice note:

“such a wonderful, beautiful little cum dump aren't you?” - Hehe yes I am my King, Im your wonderful beautiful little cumdump 🥵

And then the next one:

“such a precious, precious little fuck doll” - 🥺🥵 God I love that one

More voice notes came in asking how I want to hear my King calling me a precious little fuck doll, my replies:

Please please my king, please call me your precious little fuck doll when you take my ass rough hard fast and deep

Yes 🥺 make me grind on your boot so I have to clean them with my tongue. Keep my head pressed under your boot as I lap it up off the floor as you call me your precious little fuck doll 🥺 please

The last few scenarios really made me drip. And I listened to the voice notes with my tongue out playing only with my little tits (I hadn't been given permission to touch my leaky cunt yet) 

Me playing with my tits and drooling with my tongue out while my King strokes his hard cock in front of me until my King forces me to the floor, holds me down under his boot and cums over my face. Calling me a precious little fuck doll. 

Being bred deeply by my King as I'm called a precious fuckdoll. My Kings hand tight on my throat as he spits on my worthless face. 

Being taken into my back garden completely naked, forced to kneel and have my back and tits flogged

Being made to lay on the cold ground outside rubbing my desperate clit while my King spits on me until I can't help but cum as I'm mocked and degraded for being such a worthless little whore 

I was then asked if I would lower myself to licking my Kings cum off the concrete flooring of the garden. I was honest and said I don't think I could do it but the idea blew my mind. So my King told me that we couldn't waste his hard work, so he'd run my face in it instead. 

I started to beg at this point, beg to play with my pussy that was desperate for attention. I got sweetly humiliated about how desperate I was and then told no repeatedly. 

Instead I was told to finger my tight little asshole - something I'd never done to myself before. 

I got more and more voice notes Degrading me for how desperate a fuck doll I am, and praising me for lowering myself to be playing with my asshole in a desperate attempt to cum. 

But we both knew that one finger probing my tight little hole wouldn't be enough to make me cum so I was instructed to put another finger in me. I used some of my drippy cunt juices to lubricate my fingers and pushed them past my tight little entrance… I had to admit to my King that I understood why he so loved to fuck my ass. The tight grip it has and how any time my other hole twitched you could feel it. 

But it still wasn't enough, I couldn't get my fingers deep enough, barely even to the second knuckle. So after admitting I felt a little shy about fingering my asshole for the first time I'm told my King would be so proud if I could get a third finger into my tight little hole. I am always going to do anything to make my King proud so I used more of my own cunt juices as lube and made sure to relax and push three fingers into my my asshole. 

I begin to feel stretched, my pussy is leaking down the tops of my inner thighs, I've been fingering my asshole for 30-40 minutes now after almost an hour of playing with my tits with my tongue out to Degrading messages. I'm desperate, would do anything to cum. 

I'm asked if I can play with my clit while my fingers are in my ass, but I couldn't 😭 so instead I was told to try and fit a fourth finger in my ass. I covered my hand in my cunt juices and with a patient breath pushed all four fingers into my tight hole. My pinky finger wouldn't go past the first knuckle and while it didn't hurt the stretch of my tight hole was intense making me insatiable. My King told me to keep trying to get that pinky finger deeper into my asshole. But I couldn't get it deeper. 

Another voice note:

“I'm so proud of you for trying, it's okay if you can't manage, I'll just have to do it for you when you get back. I'll shove all four of my fingers knuckle deep in that stretched asshole. I'll stretch you out real good, pull my fingers out and spit direct in the hole”

At this point I'm ready to cry with need. I need to cum I need the release. My King sends another message telling me I can cum until I receive the next message but then before I can even finish listening to the instruction the next message appears. My stomach drops and my eyes water as I plead that I didn't even get to finish listening. 

My King tells me to be a good girl and slap my clit 5 times… I send a voice note back where it's crystal clear how sticky and needy I am with each of the five slaps. 

Finally I get another voice note:

“be a good precious fuck doll and cum for me” now I've been degraded, teased, told to finger my ass, pinched and played with my nipples and had my tongue out for 1 hour and 45 minutes now. The slightest rub to my clit and I am cumming over and over as more and more voice notes come through telling me to be a good *insert praisingly Degrading name* and cum for my King. 

I send voice notes of my stifled moans and heavy breathing back and I get one of my King tell me he's close. I send a pleading voice note as I keep cumming over and over for my King. 

I finally get to hear my King cum hard for me 🥵 get showered in loving praise for being such a good precious little fuck doll as I come down from 15 minutes of intense overwhelming orgasms

So yeah... Busy night

[marshmallowflakes]

i like the idea of being absurdly pent up and frustrated & you wanting to watch me suffer. the pleasure comes from knowing that i feel this way because you want me to. i’ll endure it because it’s for you.

tell me to wear my pussy plug before we run errands or do chores or go for a walk. i’ll object, because i know i won’t be able to cum from it alone, just get closer and closer to the edge, & feeling myself being stretched will be the only thing i’ll be able to think about, but make me. i won’t put up a fight, not for you.

act like there’s nothing out of the ordinary and point out every single time that i stiffen up or hitch my breath or make a face - are you okay, puppy? what’s wrong? how are you feeling? you’ll know what im thinking: it’s so deep, i can feel it every time i walk, i can feel myself soaking through my boxers i can’t take it much more it’s not enough please touch me but i’ll try to act normal because there’s really nothing out of the ordinary happening here :) i’m horny all the time in less-than-ideal situations and nothing should change just because there’s something thick in my cunt. i still have to act normal.

and then when we get home you get a fun choice: i’m all nice and stretched and wet & it’d be so easy to play with my pussy - you could probably even use one of the thick cocks that usually hurts too much. or you can make me take out the plug & see exactly how drippy i got & tell me i’m gross for being so turned on after going for a simple errand around town, eww, what is wrong with you?

[aaa-xxx-storyteller]

When you get horny and want to masturbate, ask for your partner to slap you while you rub your needy little cunt. Be sure to express your appreciation and show off how your cunt has become wetter and wetter all along while you are being slapped.

Here’s an example:

“[Insert honorific such as “My Lord, Master, Sir, Daddy,” etc…], may I please practice accepting my submission while making my pussy useful to you by edging it?”

You see, you need to reframe your experience so that you develop persistent desire and hope to practice direct acceptance of your submission combined with edging.

Asking for it is humiliating to you and very hard so it poses a sufficient challenge to be a worthwhile part of your practice. Owning that you want it.

I could then just have you edge your pussy just for you to practice making it ridiculously wet for me while I am slapping your face, and more often than not would just do that. I could also laugh at you while you do it, if I think it best. Sometimes you need a little extra push toward a deeper submissive space. Laughing at how your cunt is drooling all over as you edge and get slapped across the face is one way I might choose to amplify your submission by adding in some humiliation.

Show me your fingers, cunt!

Slap

Slap

You call that wet? (Your fingers are enjoyably wet, but both yet dripping)

Slap

Slap

I should piss on your pussy while I slap your face.

Slap

I expect that cunt to be a real fucking mess if you are bothering to show it to me.

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

(You show it to me again, clearly you are soaked and dripping)

Why are you even showing me that?

Slap

I could spit on your pussy and make it wetter than that

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

(I can hear your fingers slopping in and out of your drooling wet cunt)

Don’t make me tell you to show me your fingers

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Maybe I should just stream some video of this to your followers

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

I bet having a bunch of strangers watch how pathetic you look right now would make that hole finally start to drip

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

(Your breath is further evidence of your arousal as your cunt coats your whole hand now and drips onto the floor)

Maybe you need an asshole to tongue fuck for a while

Slap

Slap

Slap

(You move slightly as if to position for licking my asshole)

Slap

What?!

Slap

Did you think I was going to let you lick my asshole?

Slap

Slap

Slap

Only good girls with drippy wet cunts get to lick my asshole

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

I bet some of your followers would let you lick their assholes

Slap

Slap

Slap

Maybe I should go down to the bar and see if there are any sluts down there worth my time and attention

(You are desperately trying not to cum)

Slap

Slap

Slap

Well, finally there’s something slick enough to merit being called damp in between your legs

Slap

Slap

Slap

Maybe you’ll graduate to “moist” by the end of our date time tonight

Slap

Slap

Sad, really, I was hoping to fuck your drippy wet hole full or my cum

Slap

Maybe

Slap

Next

Slap

Time

Slap

Slap

Slap

Sure is too bad your whole date night is looking like it is going to be spent being slapped with a barely damp hole to show for it

Slap

Slap

Slap

(You are edging hard)

Slap

Slap

Maybe you aren’t well hydrated?

Slap

Slap

Slap

I should probably spit in your mouth just to be sure

Spit

Slap

Spit

Slap

Spit

Slap

Slap

Slap

I guess we can call that “moist.”

Slap

Slap

Your moist little cunt is hardly worth showing to your followers.

Slap

Slap

Slap

I bet they’d just want me to keep slapping you anyway

Slap

Slap

Spread it!

Slap

Why bother showing them this sad display

Slap

Slap

We wouldn’t want them going limp when they see you haven’t even started making a mess of your pussy yet

Slap

(The sloshing sound of your impossibly wet hole being aggressively fingered by you fills the room)

Slap

Maybe I should just piss right down your throat to make sure you’re hydrated…

Slap

What?! You’re cumming?

Slap

I see…

Slap

your ass…

Slap

was too eager…

Slap

Slap

Slap

for me…

Slap

Slap

Slap

to take off my belt…

Slap

Now…

Slap

Bend over while I decide how many stripes you need for cumming without permission and selfishly ruining my fun instead of just edging

[dippietheham]

"Stay with me."

That voice of authority. Yet it had care in it... I want to listen to it but...

"No don't -"

______________________________________________________

I'm sitting at my desk, streaks of tears wetting my face. It's what I remember most clearly, the wetness. The shaking. Each tear droops its way down onto the paper with my scratchings on it. It's so amazing how each droplet turns the area around it transparent at once, the paper almost hungry to soak each tear up. The ink spreads and blots.

"Did your mother or your father die? Why are you crying? If you work harder, you'll get these questions right. Why are you not trying harder? Why can't you remember how to do it? You're lazy. You're always lazy. You're being ungrateful, that's why you're not working harder."

The paper is becoming hard to see through the fractal lens of my tears. Plop plop plop.

"Why can't you be more?"

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"Try to come back. It's okay - "

______________________________________________________

I'm standing up along with everyone else. I'm disdainful of the leadership for what they've done. As everyone is cheering...

I cheer loudly and jeeringly. People turn to look at me.

My date shrinks away from me. The people closer to me give me the stinkeye. Others look away, embarrassed.

I should feel proud. I gave one back to the man. I stood up for my beliefs!

Why do I feel ashamed? Why am I embarrassed? I jut my jaw out, defiant to the last, but inside, I am burning, burning, crashing.

"Why can't you be like everyone else?"

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She's looking worriedly into my face.

"Don't give up. Stay with me."

It hurts. It hurts so much. I want to let go.

______________________________________________________

I don't even remember the tease or insult. I just launch myself into the person. It's almost comical how easily he just pushes me off.

"Why are you like that? Can't you even take any jokes or teasing? Don't you see that we're just training you to learn to be okay with jokes?"

I've heard that before. It came from someone else. No, I'm not okay with being teased and insulted because I already am nothing. Stop telling me I'm nothing. I'm broken. I'm unfixable. STOP REMINDING ME. No one has anything good to say to me, and anyone who says anything good usually will make me pay for it after. Usually to laugh at me, or find another way to show me how stupidly different I am.

"Why can't you be more normal?"

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Her face swims before my eyes again. I'm crying, shaking, rocking myself. The tears, the thrice damned, accursed tears that I should not have, that I do not deserve to shed, make a damp mockery of me down the front of my shirt. But they help me to bring myself back to the present. Breath in, hold, breath out. Fuck, the breath is shaking. I'm so fucking useless. Why can't I be more useful? Why am I here? Why can't I go?

"Breathe. Yes. That's it. You can do this."

Breath in, hold. Breath out.

"Breathe. You're doing fine."

My therapist finally solidifies in front of me. I don't know what to do. How do you recover from something like this? How do you not feel like a damp rag, a wet trowel, a drippy malignant tumour? Who am I? Why can't I be what others want? Why can't I please everyone? Why must I be myself? Why can't I just. let. go. of. who. I. am? Why why why why why

"Breathe. Stay with me. Breath in... Good... Hold... Breath out."

We've run out of time. I'm so useless.

"You did good. You did a lot today. How are you feeling now?"

Am I not useless? Have we not run out of time because I'm so useless? Did I not make all this up? Is this all REAL? What is reality? Why can't I be someone to everyone who demands that I am someone to them? Why must everyone demand? Why am I not good enough?

"It's okay. You did good today."

It's not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not doing okay. Fuck breathing hurts... My eyes are on fire, my body is aching from where I was clutching so hard, my muscles are locked up...

But this is one of many first steps in healing. I know this. I know. I breathe in. I sob. I breathe out. I sob. I unclench my fists and my jaw. I breathe in. I sob. I breathe out again. I stammer out some words and we end the session in a short bit, and schedule the next one.

Dear memories, I'm useless. But I'm trying to learn to be okay again. Me.

[hansensgirl]

warnings. | smut, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship (established, but not mentioned much in the fic), fluff (?), sex tape filming, mentions of anal, age gap (chris is significantly older), p in v sex, fucking from behind (doggy style-ish), Daddy kink, praise kink, degradation, dirty talk, creampie kink, mild spanking, allusions/mentions of oral (f), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairing. | Sugar Daddy!Chris Evans x Sugar Baby!Reader.

author’s note. | second concept for the month! @chrisevans pay my bills now >:( please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

“Would it be cheesy to cover the whole bed with money?” Chris wonders out loud, dragging the view of the camera down your body. You giggle loudly, arms stretching out to feel the sheets. “Way too cheesy for even you, Evans,” you tell him before squealing.

He pinches your thigh at the mention of his last name. He hates it when you call him anything but a pet name—specifically, Daddy. 

“Be my good girl, ‘kay? How ‘bout you turn around and show Daddy your ass?” he offers, though it’s more of a suggestion. You flip on your stomach and wiggle your hips, causing Chris to groan. He zeroes in on your butt with the camera, using his other hand to squish and slap the plump skin. 

You let out a soft gasp from the sensation, and he chuckles. “You gonna let me fuck this cute ass soon, baby?” he questions, pulling apart your cheeks to admire your puckered hole. He watches as you clench from the question, undoubtedly soaked at the mere thought of taking his girth in your rosebud. 

“Hmm… Just wait until your birthday, old man,” you joke, gripping the sheets beneath you. The thread count is higher than anything you’ve felt, and the fabric is almost as rich as he is. “Old man? Really? I doubt an old man could fuck you the way I do,” he says, and you spread your legs a little wider for him.

The sight of your glistening folds has him groaning, and his cock throbs beneath the confines of his boxers. 

“Didn’t you say that guys my age can’t fuck me the way you do?” you remark, and it earns you an even harsher smack on your ass. Before he even asks for it, you’re already apologizing. “Sorry, Daddy…” you drag out. 

“C’mon, don’t be a brat, baby. I’d hate to wake up tonight just ‘cause you’re humping my thigh like a bitch in heat,” he growls.

You know what that entails. Chris denying you even when you’re pleading for forgiveness. 

“Daddy wants to pound this cunt until it’s gaping… Think you can handle that?” he asks, and you nod your head. He’s always left you stretched out from his thick girth, so you’re more than used to it. “Words, baby,” he demands. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently tell him, ready to take everything he has to offer.

Chris pulls down his boxers before grabbing the base of his hard cock, guiding it to your drippy hole. When he pushes in, it’s already a tight fit. The bulbous tip finds a home inside you with a loud squelching sound, but you’re biting on the sheets to quiet down. 

Slowly, he sheathes the entirety of his length inside you, cooing as you groan from the pain. “Good girl,” your sugar daddy praises, and his words have you smiling. You grind backwards onto his cock, causing Chris to let out a guttural moan. The movement is unpredicted, and he reels from it apprehensively. 

“Don’t tease me, baby,” he warns, and you can recall all those nights that have ended with your ass being bruised. “Okay, Daddy…” you hum, feeling his place a hand on your lower back. His broadness is more than enough leverage to fuck you nice and hard. 

Determined to have more scenes of different things for this video, Chris is quick to start fucking you. His hips snap forwards and backwards, and his cock shines even more with your slick each time. He makes sure the camera picks everything up—your moans, twitches, curses, and clenches.  

That squishy spot inside you is pummelled repeatedly, treated almost as if it's Chris’s worst enemy. Each punch and push and prod have you writhing wildly, moaning his title until it’s gibberish. His camerawork is shakier now, but it’s still perfect enough to satisfy him for the next four months of filming. 

“So good…” you mumble out, searching for even more purchase in the sheets underneath you. “I know, baby. Daddy’s dick is just so damn good, huh?” Chris coos and he punctuates his words with sharp thrusts. 

With ease, he brings you to the near-violent precipice of your climax. You’re not sure how Chris does it, but he always manages to have you wildly writhing beneath it. Perhaps it’s his skill, or maybe it’s what hangs between his legs. Either way, that man is responsible for your most intense orgasms ever. 

“Mhm, so good, Daddy. Love your cock so much,” you babble, eyes rolling back into your head as your lids flutter shut. Your pussy chokes his cock, almost as if it's swearing to never let him go. Chris hopes that the audio is as clear as day. “Cock-addicted whore—that’s what you are, baby. Always begging me to fuck you like a pathetic slut.”

You agree with what he says, his words egging you on and pushing you closer to the red ribbon that is the finish line. “Uh-huh, uh-huh.”

Your cunt begins to spasm, and you let out a wail that nearly penetrates the walls of his bedroom. “Greedy li’l cunt is finally gonna give somethin’ back, hm? Are you gonna give me your cream, baby?” Chris questions, and his vulgar words have you gasping. 

You rapidly—pathetically—nod your head, tempted to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“C’mon, give it to Daddy,” he urges, and his words topple you down from the sky. You cry out his title and push your press further into the bed, squeezing his cock tightly as he’s covered in your stickiness. “Fuck, good girl,” Chris quietly praises, bringing you to the end of your orgasm. 

Your legs twitch, and your body shudders with each aftershock. “T– Thank you, Daddy,” you whisper, turning around to look at him. Your eyes lock with his hazy blue ones, and you can tell that they’re blown out almost entirely. “So good for Daddy,” Chris coos, and you bite on your lower lip. 

“Are you gonna fill me up with your cum, Daddy? Gonna make me all messy?” you tease with a hint of mischief in your words. Chris brings the camera's view to your face, and you send it a brief wink. He curses, bringing it back to where your pussy is stretched around his thick cock. 

His pelvis slams against your ass with his rough thrusts. Chris chases his orgasm with sloppy yet quick motions. He curses worse than a sailor, spewing filth that has your pussy constricting. 

“Gonna dump my load in this little pussy—gonna fill up all of your holes with my cum. You’ll be leaking for days when I’m done with you, baby,” he grunts, stuck in a trance with the sight shown on his camera. 

“Please, please, please, Daddy. Come in me,” you beg, and it’s what throws him over the edge. He stills his hips and shoves his cock deep inside your cunt. His balls clench as Chris fills you up with his warmth, the first mess of many he’ll make of you tonight. 

He pulls out and moans softly as his cum seeps out of you, staining your skin. With the quick press of a button, the recording stops and takes a few seconds to save. “What now, Daddy?” you question, wiggling your ass in a teasing manner. Chris lands a quick slap on your cheek, loving how the skin ripples.

“Now, Daddy’s gonna eat that messy little pussy, and you’re gonna film it.”