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Daizybelle

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πŸŒΌπŸŽ€πŸͺ“πŸ’”πŸ’‰πŸ–€πŸŒΌ 20y/o autistic musician, artist, and weird subby cutie pieπŸ’ž she/her πŸ–€!!!I HAVE A DADDY!!!πŸ–€ 18+ plz πŸ–€

You're sleeping when I find you on your bed.

I climb on top of you, pinning your arms under each of my legs. It's uncomfortable for you, and I see you starting to stir in your sleep. Positioned right in front of your face I slap you hard, waking you from your slumber.

You cry out, and I slap you again, my cock twitching when my hand makes contact with your cheek. As you still won't be quiet, I press my hand over your mouth. I make sure you hear me when I tell you that I'm going to keep slapping you until you're quiet before removing my hand. You're silent.

Atta girl.

Wasting no time I grab my cock, stroking myself in front of your face, close enough to occasionally touch you with it, rubbing it against your mouth and your cheeks, smearing precum onto your lips. I can tell you want no part of it, but fear keeps you still.

I change my angle, and start pressing harder onto your mouth, forcing your lips apart and making you take me inside of you. Getting the tip in your soft, wet mouth, I grab your hair, conveniently put up in pigtails. With one hand on each side, I start to move your head back and forth, using your mouth as nothing more than a toy. I pull you deeper onto my cock, feeling the back of your mouth resisting me before moving you back again, jerking myself off with your mouth and lips.

Cock sufficiently covered in your spit and drool, I pull out and move off of you, dragging you onto the floor by your hair. I throw you over the bed, bending your hips over the edge of it, and move behind you. Lubed up with your saliva, I grab a hold of your arms when I ram hard into you from behind. Your tight pussy stretches around my cock while I'm holding onto your wrists, using you as leverage to push myself harder and deeper inside of your cunt.

Already worked up from using your mouth, your little whines and whimpers from my current assault are bringing me closer to the edge with every stroke. I let go of your arms, leaning over you instead to grab your neck. I hold you in place when I thrust, you ass pushing back at me as I fuck you into the mattress.

My grip on your neck tightens, holding you hard enough to bruise. I fill you up with cum, covering your insides with it. Hot, sticky semen floods inside you, load after load as I empty myself into your cunt, my cock buried deep inside you.

Even after cumming, I can't bring myself to stop the assault. I make you get off the bed, onto your knees. Forcing you down, I hold you in place by your hair as I stand in front of you, making you lick my cock to clean me off. My cum starts leaking out of you, dripping out from between your legs onto the floor as you sit before me.

Sufficiently clean, I reach down a hand between your legs, covering it with the mixture of cum, saliva and your wetness as it's leaking out of you. I move back up and smear it onto your face, covering your lips, forcing my fingers inside your mouth so you can taste it. I slap you again. Your face is a mess, your hair tussled, your eyes red and teary. You've never looked more beautiful.

My pretty little slut.

Happy Together

Part I Part Il Part III

The Black Phone

Albert Shaw Γ— Fem!reader

Summary: Nothing like a new city. You just wanted a fresh start, and something comfortable, but what happens when you start to see the exact same patterns in Denver as you did before?

Warnings: the following warning are for the full fic, and not just this first chapter. PLEASE READ THEM. This is a DARK fic.

Dub-con (note that this is a kink so it is actually wanted), Daddy kink, size kink, pet names (princess, kiddo, sweetheart, honey and more) mentions of death (including murder, torture etc), cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f and m) begging, breeding kink, innocence kink, biting, adultery, infidelity, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, home break-in, fighting (verbal and physical)...more will be added.

Note: this is a commissioned piece for @mandowifey 🀍🀍

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It’s often perceived as a cliche when someone claims that time stood still for them at a certain moment, but there cannot be a cliche without some truth. Indeed, neither you nor Albert moved an inch for what very well could have been an hour or a mere five seconds.

Your eyes were fused to one another’s.

Locked in a dare to see who would act first.

People being like "why is Ken just Ken" and thinking it's a gimmick for girl bossing Barbie clearly never watched Barbie Life in the Dream House because if they had they'd know that Ken is a very smart and capable guy but chooses to dedicate his life to Barbie because he loves her. He literally has a sixth sense for if Barbie is unhappy or needs something and will drop everything to help/cheer her up. Ken chooses not to pursue careers like Barbie does because it would interrupt his Barbie time. Ken is a self imposed trophy husband and I won't let people question his decision!

max, half a month into the trip to visit his brother, getting up at 2 am for a glass of water only to find his brother sitting shirtless in the kitchen, wearing a clown mask, holding a belt, and staring at the closed basement door

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