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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 1 month

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BREAKING THE LOOP

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - You're in an endless loop with your ex, he drops by, you shout at him, you end up tangled in the sheets together and then he leaves. But tonight, he intends on changing your routine.

Warnings - p in v, dub con, toxic relationships, breeding kink.

Word count - 1.4k+

Notes - I love I love writing about Jackson, muah.

This happened every single time. Every few weeks to months, he would drop by, a large lavish bouquet of flowers in one hand accompanied by a devilish smirk on his cold lips. As he cockily waited for you to welcome him inside.

There would be this stubborn masquerade that you didn’t care he had returned, that you didn’t want him. But quickly, you’d fold like a cheap deck of cards. The sensation of being high on the thrill, rapture and control of him took over your senses and logic every single damn time.

However, those euphoric stimulations always ran down rapidly. After only a few mere days, you’d wake up alone in your empty bed, his existence completely gone from your life once more.No more, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Jackson was your ex-boyfriend, he needed to remain that way. He had used you for his sick profession and then blackmailed you with your sex tape that he so desperately begged for weeks prior. You were forced into staying quiet as he left you in the dark of his professional intentions. Every night, Jackson told you he loved you as he plunged his cock deep inside of you. Naively, you believed him, you wanted to desperately block out his menacing lifestyle. The two of you believed ignorance was bliss, if you didn’t know what he was up to, your relationship would be fine.

For some time, it was. If fine meant Jackson being completely controlling over your life. But you loved him too much to see it that way. When the news came on the television of an assassination of a highly regarded politician and his innocent wife, he so confidently and proudly told you that he had orchestrated it. You broke up with him on the spot, it was all too much on your morality and heart. After a massive dispute which involved you throwing anything you could get your hands on at him, Jackson complied, enjoying this little game and disappeared.

Every single night you hated yourself for how badly you missed him. It made you sick to your stomach. The guiltiest part of you silently begged him to come back, yet when he finally did, your fire inside was lit again.

That’s how the endless loop began. He’d return home, you’d be furious at the knowledge of his true identity, but fall a slave for his beauty and touch. Jackson would ask you, “are we getting back together now?” And you’d stubbornly say no, holding onto the last bit of your dignity.

No, I will not be doing this again. That’s what you told yourself when you opened the door to his angelic brunette hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing another typical business suit, yet again the large bouquet of flowers was in hand with a small suitcase standing by his legs. With a swift catch of the door before it could shut him out, he laughed at the persona he so missed dearly.

Here you were again, cockdrunk, back pressed deep into the mattress, your legs tangled over Jackson’s shoulders as he pounded his cock deep inside of you. Whilst being a moaning mess, you were scratching at Jackson’s bare back. It was the only way you would be able to get back at him. Boy how he loved you digging your nails into his flesh.

“I fucking hate you” you gasped, your core clenching around him.

“You could tell me to stop at any moment” he mocked, gripping onto both sides of your face.

He was right, you only needed to tell him to stop and he would. Well, potentially, you’ve never actually been in that situation before. Jackson kissed you deeply as he flexed his hips sternly over and over again. Not failing once to hit your cervix.

Another tsunami crashed over you as you whined out his name, eyes forced shut with your body trembling from pleasure. You’d lost count how many times you’ve came around him in the past hour. Jackson exhaled deeply as he pulled his length out of you slowly and gently nudged your legs off of his shoulders.

“My perfect girl, oh how I’ve missed you” he whispered as your body felt dead on the mattress. Stubbornly, you didn’t respond and he chuckled silently, oh how he missed your bite.

He looked down to the scar on your breast, his fingers brushed over the gorgeous mark that he was so envious of. It should have been him. If he ever found the man that did this, he’d kill him. Only Jackson deserved to be in control of your worst moments.

“So are we back together?” He teased, playfully smacking your thigh as he propped his body to hover over yours.

“Shut up” you mumbled as you turned your head to the side.

“Well, I’d tell you to make up your mind, but either way. I’m going to fuck a baby into you by the end of this weekend” Jackson said casually, a innocent smile on his lips.

Your head snapped towards him as you tried to pick out the humor from his expression. But there was nothing but seriousness.

“What?” You replied.

The heated red from your face was now gone. You could feel your heart pound in your chest as you nervously watched him. There was a pause as he observed your anxious look, he couldn’t help but to admire you.

“I’m. Going. To. Fuck. A. Baby. Into. You” Jackson spoke slowly, his voice dripping of sarcasm and sneer. You scoffed at his demand and pressed your hands to his bare, moist chest as he was slowly leaning his body closer to yours.

“I’m on the pill” you lied, blinking more times than necessary.

“No you’re not” Jackson chuckled, rubbing your cheek in an attempt to ease your nerves. “You think I don’t have access to your bank transactions?” He grinned, this crazed look on his expression.

You blinked hard. Of course he was watching your every move. How could you have been so stupid to think he wasn't tailing you?

You thought it was pointless being on the pill since he only dropped by here and there. Plus, the cheques he’d send you every week covered the bill. There were too many frustrating side effects with the pill. It was just easier to get the morning after pill by the end of it. There was no one else you were sleeping with, with his nature you wouldn’t dare putting some innocent booty call at risk.

Jackson kissed your neck in a sloppy manner. Your hands tried to push his weight off of you but was failing dramatically. “Jackson, stop” you ordered, but he ignored you, kissing your jaw now. His tongue was slithering all over your skin. “You said you’d stop if I asked!” You cried out, your body shaking with fear as he came to a sudden stop.

A beat.

“Well, I lied” he said quietly, emotionlessly.

There was nothing else you could do but scream. Your body thrashed underneath his but he swiftly pinned your arms down as you went full speed ahead with your tantrum. It was amusing, watching your emotions spike rapidly with a mere few words. Quickly, your already exhausted body weakened under him and he moved both of your wrists underneath one hand.

Jackson lined up his length to your soaked entrance. “Gonna fill you up with my child. Show the world who you belong to. Most importantly, remind you every single fucking day who you belong to” he spoke menacefully.

Jackson had been thinking of this for a while now. In his dreams, he saw himself in a suburban house, a child in the living room. With you, fulfilling all of his needs, taking care of your child, the house, but most importantly, him. It was time he took a break from the field, this way he’d be able to spend more time with you.

Your throat was dry, eyes peeled open at his words as you weakly attempted to break out of his ironlike grip. There was no use in denying the pleasure filled feeling as Jackson slid his size back in. His thrusts rocked against your body as you whimpered underneath him.

“Jackson, I don’t want to be fucking pregnant” you gasped as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

He gripped onto your chin and stared right into your soul. “Darling, do yourself a favor and leave the thinking to me” he sighed, his pace painfully picking up inside of you. “I’m just letting you do what you do best, taking my fucking cock” he grinned as you felt your eyes roll back to the feeling of him deep inside of you.

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tightjeansjavi · 2 months

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The Rite of Movement | part five

“something I’m not, but something I can be”

A/N: big disclaimer for this chapter: I do not know if this is actually how the porn industry functions. And while Brazzers is a real porn site, I don’t have any knowledge of how they run things on their site. For the sake of fiction, and the storyline, I wrote Joel’s era in Brazzers as a very very toxic work environment. Please heed the warnings. This takes place pre-miller-co. Joel and baby love have not met yet. Joel does however have a girlfriend during his time at Brazzers. Oh, and I listened to what was I made for on repeat while I wrote this 🥺 thank you to @itsokbbygrl for betaing and being my little cheerleader through this series 💗 and thank you to all my other friends for your endless support on my silly lil stories! (Y’all know who you are and how much I love you!)

~word count: 3.1k~

Summary: it’s Joel Miller’s 30th birthday. 30 years of existing, 12 years working for Brazzers, and what does he really have to show for his life outside of being a pornstar?

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: angst, implied smut, toxic work environment, implied workplace abuse, mentions of the porn industry, misogynistic comments/behavior towards women in the porn industry (not by Joel), feelings of body insecurity, shame, mentions of smoking, grief, resentment, language, mature themes, +18 minors dni!

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Los Angeles, CA. September 26, 2009

An alarm clock blares on Joel’s nightstand, the shrill sound pierces his eardrums, sending his arm flying out from under the covers, smacking the top of the device, silencing it with a heavy groan rumbling up his chest.

6:00 a.m. the sun has barely just begun to peek over the mountains, the bustle of LA traffic, late-night goers returning home, early-morning risers preparing for another droning day.

The big 30: The age where you were expected to have your shit together. No more making foolish mistakes, no more job hopping, you should be married with kids and have a house with a white picket fence and drive a minivan. You should be invested in the stock market, your lawn should be properly trimmed, maybe you even make enough money to own a vacation home.

Joel hadn’t a fucking clue what he wanted out of life. He wasn’t married. He didn’t have any kids. He lived in an apartment with his brother Tommy, splitting the rent between their paychecks. LA never felt like home to him. He liked the palm trees and the beach. He hated LA traffic, smog, and that stupid Hollywood sign that alluded to a lifestyle that only the ‘chosen’ members of high society would get to indulge in.

City of Angels? Not even close.

30 years old, and feeling like he had nothing to show for his life outside of being a pornstar. A branding identity that shamed him more times than he was willing to admit. Is this all I’m good for?

Brazzers was the bane of his existence for 12 years, and yet every time he would try and put his foot down and quit, he was lured right back in. He loved sex just like anyone else. He loved the intimacy, the closeness, the connection to another human being. Above all, he loved making his partners feel good. To make them come, fall apart on his tongue, fingers, or his cock. To hear their pleasured cries, high-pitched real moans of his name.

It was euphoric for him, to make another person feel so good that they completely lose themselves in the moment, in the feeling of the rite of movement. He used to think that this was enough, that the act of sex and unbridled pleasure was all viewers would want to see. He thought he was enough.

But in the adult film industry, sex was never just enough.

He didn’t like being told how he should fuck.

Yank her hair harder.

Slap her around a little.

Squeeze her cheeks till she cries.

Choke her.

I want to see bruises on her ass, Joel.

Fuck her like you mean it, like you hate her. Like she’s your bitch. Your property.

Are we making a porno here or what? Don’t wipe her tears. That’s not what men want. They want to see a cunt being pounded. C’mon, Joel. This is supposed to be a male fantasy!

He learned how to dissociate and remove himself from the scene entirely. He worked on autopilot, tuning out the jarring voices that demanded more from him and his partner(s). And when the passion faded, he struggled to stay hard and on top of his game.

And even with the warm, wet mouth of a fluffer sucking his soft cock, he wasn’t turned on. Not in the slightest and he could feel the shame creeping up on his neck as the director barked at him to get his shit together.

“What do you mean you’re not able to get hard, Miller? You got a hot piece of ass under you, man! What the hell else do you want? Y’know, would it really hurt for you to be more like your brother?”

“She’s got a name, you know.” Joel bit back, grinding his jaw back and forth. The blatant disrespect that women faced on a day to day basis was downright disgusting.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. You make pornos, Joel! Or did you forget? Stop acting like a fucking sissy and do your goddamn job.”

“I need a minute,” he gruffed out and gently pushed the fluffer's mouth off of his cock. He strode past the director and the rest of the set crew and pulled his boxers on in a haste.

“Fine. You get 10 minutes, Miller. And when you get back, I expect you to be fucking ready, and hard.”

Joel didn’t respond as he shucked on his shorts and threw on his hoodie, grabbing his phone and pack of cigarettes to stuff in his pocket. He averted making eye contact with the director, shoulder checking him on his way out of the room.

10 minutes, Miller!

Fuck you is what Joel really wanted to say as he walked at a fast past towards the nearest exit in the long hallway.

The sun was blinding the moment he stepped outside into the back alley. He whipped his phone out, nervously pacing back and forth as he dialed Tommy’s number, listening to the dial tone ring and ring.

“Hey, you old fart! Feelin’ 30 yet?” Tommy said playfully.

“Yeah. I’m feelin’ 30 alright.” Joel grumbled, sinking back against the side of the building.

“What’s up? I know how much you hate your birthday, but why do you sound so—”

“I’m fuckin’ quitting, Tommy. I can’t do this shit anymore. I can’t fuckin’ do it. I’m about five seconds away from stormin’ back in there and beatin’ the living shit out of the director.” He snapped, carding his fingers through his hair, gripping the roots tightly. “I’m throwin’ the towel in, and I ain’t lookin’ back.”

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold on now, what the fuck happened? Are you sure you just want to—”

“Tommy.” Joel warned him, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t start this with me, okay? I need to know if you’re with me on this because I sure as hell ain’t leavin’ you out here on your own.”

“I ain’t a kid anymore, Joel. If you want to quit for your own reasons, that’s fine, and I support you, but that doesn’t mean that—” he sighed deeply, weighing out his words in his head before he said, “of course I’m with you on this.”

“I’m not gonna force you to quit, Tommy. I jus’ don’t think this cesspool is fuckin’ good for either of us. Talked to a few others that were thinkin’ of quitting, but no one has pulled the trigger yet. We can do some amateur work till we find our footing again, and I want to move back home, Tommy. I want to move back to Texas. I fuckin’ hate this state. Everythin’ is too damn expensive.”

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, Joel. You know I will. But what about…Carmen and Sarah? You jus’ gonna pack your shit up and not tell her?”

Joel felt his heart twist and clench, knocking the air from his lungs because for the first time in his 30 years of life, his heart was going to be broken, and there was nothing he could do to prevent the inevitable from happening.

“She’s never gonna accept me for who I am and my job, Tommy. She resents it, I know she does. And Sarah will eventually resent me too. She’ll grow up and feel ashamed that her stepfather is a fuckin’ pornstar. They both deserve better than what I can offer them. It’s not like I can just start over and get a respectable job! What established company is gonna hire a guy who’s CV consists of a highschool diploma, a year of working construction jobs and 12 years in the adult film industry?”

Tommy felt his heart break for his brother, splitting right down the middle. “Joel…” he trailed off.

“Her friends treat me differently, and everytime I’ve brought up the potential of meeting her family, she changes the subject on me, Tommy. And you know what? I don’t blame her. Who the fuck would want to introduce their pornstar boyfriend to anyone, let alone her family? I jus’ figured I’d cut her losses sooner rather than later. And even if things were to work out, and I get a new job, a new life, am I just supposed to accept the knowledge of knowin’ that the entire time we have been together, she’s resented my job? Some things just aren’t meant to work out, and that’s fine. I’ll let her go and she’ll meet a nice, normal, man with a good stable job who doesn’t fuck for a living.”

Joel Miller. Paging, Joel. You’re needed on set. Hurry the fuck up—

“Fuckers.” Joel muttered under his breath as he rose to his feet. “I gotta go, okay? I’ll text you in a bit.”

“Wait, Joel,” Tommy started, trying to think of what he could possibly say to his brother that would make the situation better. “Everythin’ is gonna be okay. It’ll all work out in the end.”

“Yeah, sure.” He replied flatly. “I’ll see you.” he ended the call, shoving his phone back into his hoodie pocket and pushed open the exit door just as his name was called over the intercom again.

This time he was going to put his foot down for good. He wasn’t going to be lured back in. He was done. His mind was made up and there would be no turning back.

“Fucking finally. I said 10 minutes, Miller. You’re lucky I even gave you that.” The director scoffed and snapped his fingers at the fluffer to do her job.

Joel stopped her with a gentle hand along her shoulder before he made direct eye contact with the director. “That won’t be necessary.”

“What the fuck do you mean that won’t be necessary? We were supposed to be wrapped up with this shit already. I have a freshie to introduce to you afterwards, so if we can just get a move on—”

“I said, that won’t be necessary.” Joel calmly reiterated as he grabbed his bag from the floor and slung it over his shoulder.

“Boy, you better fucking start talking. What do you mean that won’t be necessary?!”

“It means that I quit. And I hope that freshie and every other woman here fuckin’ quits while they still have the chance.”

The atmosphere in the brightly lit room immediately shifted and the tension was palpable. Joel’s onscreen partner was shocked, the fluffer was shocked along with the rest of the film crew.

“You have gotta fucking joking me right now.” The director laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You got some fucking nerve, Miller.”

Joel shrugged, glancing around the room before he turned towards the door, grasping the handle in his palm and pushed it open. He paused, looking over his shoulder, giving his onscreen partner a small, reassuring nod, “oh, and just a little word of advice? If you want sex to sell, and for Brazzers to not tank like the fuckin’ stock market, start by treatin’ women in the industry with respect. Jus’ a little food for thought. Pass that onto the CEO, and then tell him to shove it right up his ass.”

He walked out after that, listening to the director holler his name and something along the lines of, you’ll be back. They always fucking come back!

And on his way out, his shoulder gently made contact with another body rushing up the stairwell. “‘S’cuse me.” He rasped.

You didn’t get a look at the stranger's face on your way up. You were too focused on the fact that you were running late, and couldn’t afford to be potentially fired.

He didn’t get a look at your face either.

Joel opted to be alone for the rest of the day, sitting on the hood of his car, smoking through an entire pack of cigarettes while he watched the clouds roll by, and tourists stop to take pictures of the infamous Hollywood sign. He thought about his life up until this point.

30 years on this shithole we call earth. 12 years spent in the adult film industry, and never had he felt so lost and alone. Hours away from ending his first ever long term relationship and leaving the past behind.

Fuck 30. He thought to himself.

The inevitable settled into his bones as the sun slowly began to set behind the mountains, creating stunning hues of pink, oranges and purples in the sky. His phone buzzed on the exterior of the hood of his car, tearing him away from his thoughts when Carmen’s name popped up on the screen.

Hey, birthday boy. Are we still on for Thai food tonight? x.

Hey, baby. Yeah, of course. Can’t wait to see you.

5 missed calls from Tommy

10 messages from Tommy.

What happened to fucking calling me later, Joel?!

Why is your phone going straight to voicemail!

Can you just let me know that you’re okay?!

Joel.

Dude.

Pick up your phone!

And you call me the bad texter?!

This isn’t funny.

I didn’t sign up for the silent treatment!

If you’re dead in a ditch somewhere I’m gonna fucking kill you!!

He typed out a quick message to his brother informing him that he was in fact still alive and that he would be home soon.

What he wasn’t expecting was Carmen and Tommy to host a surprise birthday dinner at his apartment. He wasn’t mad at his brother for not giving him a heads up, and it wasn’t like Tommy could tell Carmen a simple, hey, by the way, my brother is going to break up with you and he wants to move back to Texas!

But all Joel could feel now when she pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss, and planted a silly little party hat on his head, was guilt. An overwhelming tidal wave of guilt and shame for what he was going to do. And throughout the evening his guilt began to fester like an untreated wound. Bubbling pus leaked from his heartstrings like a broken faucet when he opened his unexpected present from Carmen.

It was a pocket wrist watch with an olive green strap that fit his wrist perfectly.

“You’re always misplacing your phone, so I figured that this would help you tell the time better? I know it isn’t much—”

He interjected softly, looking over at her with a small smile tugging on his lips, “It’s perfect. Thank you.” I’m so sorry.

And when Tommy stepped outside for a smoke and to give Joel and Carmen a bit of privacy, the energy shifted and Joel could feel the thread between them being pulled tight, threatening to snap at any given moment.

“Joel, is everything okay? You’ve hardly said a word to me tonight.”

And instead of responding, he got up from the couch in a haste, trying to keep his nerves at bay, but truthfully? He was panicking and it was written all over his face. “I’m fine, Carm. I jus’—I need some air.” He walked the short distance to the little balcony, pulling the door open as he stepped outside into the cooling night air.

Lights shimmered in the distance, palm trees swayed from a breeze off the coast. 30 years old and he felt like the biggest fucking asshole on the planet. Can I fix this? Can I make it work?

He stared down at the watch on his wrist, the tiny spokes ticking away as he rested his forearms along the paint chipped railing, listening to the soft squeak of the sliding door being pulled open as the blood rushed in his ears.

He tapped his foot nervously, jaw ticking under the fading light at the realization that there was no turning back.

“Do you love me?” He suddenly spoke, teeth grinding down on the inside of his cheek, the taste of copper bursting on his tongue. A reminder come morning when he would awake to the same soreness in his mouth that he feels in his heart.

“Joel…” she trailed off, standing alongside him, rubbing her arm as a self-soothing gesture.

“Do you love me…unconditionally?” His question hung heavy in the air, and when she didn’t immediately answer, tears began to prick the corner of his eyes, stinging and blurring his vision.

“Baby, please…why are—”

“Please don’t call me that right now, Carmen. Please.” he sniffled, staring back out over the railing at the shimmering mirage of Los Angeles. “If you did love me unconditionally, you would have answered me right away. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I jus’—I know you resent me for being a pornstar. I’ve known about it for a while,” he said softly, feeling a tear rolling down along the side of his nose and drip down over his lips. His dewy eyed gaze met hers briefly, before he looked away. “And I also know that you would never ask me to quit, but you and I both know that’s what you want from me.”

There was no point in trying to deny it any longer. There was no bad blood, no bitterness. Just two adults facing the reality that is life. And sometimes…relationships don’t work out. The passion fades and resentment rears its ugly head.

“And no matter how many times I have tried to earnestly explain to you why I chose this career path, you will never understand. And I would never try to force you to. But it’s not fair to you, myself, or Sarah to continue this relationship when you will never accept me for who I am, Carmen.”

“You’re right, Joel.” She said quietly, her own tears beginning to brew along her waterline. “I’m so sorry.”

He swallowed the lump growing in his throat and the sob threatening to leave his lips, “I am too.”

There isn’t much left to say as they hug for the last time. She wishes him well in life and he does the same. There’s a new ache in his chest at the thought of him no longer being involved in Sarah’s life anymore. But he believes she’ll be better off without him, too.

And when she leaves his apartment for the last time, taking almost 3 years of memories along with her as the front door clicks shut, and her echoing footsteps down the hall become softer and softer, he lets out the sob he had been suppressing, sinking down to his knees in defeat.

Tears stream down his cheeks as a car horn blares below on the street.

Fuck you, asshole! Get out of the road! The owner of a sleek BMW yells with the window rolled down to a teenager crossing the street on his bike.

30 years old and heartbroken. So much for having his shit together.

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shidouryusm · 8 months

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Making out with roomie!Gojo

gojo x fem!reader

content: heated makeout sessions, lots and lots of kisses, lots of touching and grinding, they might as well fuck

Roomie!Gojo might just be one of the most insufferable, undisciplined, agitating, obnoxious and vexatious individuals and the primary source of your stress. His messy and completely contrasting lifestyle more often than not clashes with yours, leaving echoes of dispute and feud all over the house; his disgusting habits irking you beyond control. But, arguing with Gojo will always be a losing battle, given that his tantalizing personality isn’t much of a help either. That doesn’t stop you from pissing him off either, your snarky mouth and the tendency to put him back to his place makes him scoff as well, giving you the ultimate satisfaction.

However, roomie!Gojo might also just be one of the best kissers you’ve ever come across. Those tension filled arguments always ending up with his mouth fiercely pressed against yours, both of you delving deeper into the lust birthing from the fire of anger you throw at him.

Just like now, when some argument about a stupid towel ended up with you straddling him in the living room.

Gojo settles on the couch, perching you up in his lap. his hands placed firmly on the dips of your hips. your mouth is pressed into a searing kiss against his, moving in tandem. you tug on his hair, needing something to ground you as his soft lips moving against yours sends you into oblivion of pleasure. You feel Gojo’s groans, the vibrations erupting from his chest, seeping into yours from how closely you are pressed against him.

“Not so much of a word coming out of you now, baby. Can't deny i like you this way” gojo mutters, his lips engulfing your upper lips, his hands cupping your cheek, thumb stroking your jaws gently, contrasting the menace he usually is. You pull his hair, pressing yourself against him without any response, your mouth still lingering with the spearmint flavoured gum you had.

The feel of your mouth and the pull of his hair makes Gojo tremble underneath you. You’ve always been so beautiful but now? The outline of your body radiating from the light behind you and it couldn’t be any less than a halo glowing out of you. Gojo could feel his heart hammering sporadically, and it’s certainly not just because of the heated kiss you guys shared. His hands glide down you, stroking your sides and memorising each of your dips and curves.

You shift on top of him, positioning yourself in a way your hips are right above his groin , grinding down into him. Gojo lets out a groan, feeling you against him, his hands subconsciously travelling down your ass - giving it a rough squeeze before manoeuvring your movements against him, increasing the tempo. You let out a moan, digging your nails into his arms and Gojo feels euphoric, your hums and moans melodiously ringing in his ears. He bucks his hips up, right against your core, eliciting a moan from you.

“F-fuck, you’re so pretty when you don’t run that mouth of yours” Gojo hums, he is not lying. you roll your eyes. no amount of lust or ardor can sway his scumbag personality. finding no words to shut him up, you press down on him, still lingering your lips over his swollen ones, your breaths fanning and exchanging with his in the synapse of your lips.

In response, Gojo yanks your head to the side, as he drags his lips towards your neck, pressing sloppy kisses all over the expanse of your skin, meticulously down to your collarbones. hands pressed on your lower back.

He nips at the skin, earning a small whine, making him smirk against you. He litters your skin with small pecks, before connecting his lips back with yours. He pushes his tongue inside you, finding yours; leaning forward as he puts more pressure. The change in posture makes your core grind right above his crotch, making Gojo groan. a bit more loudly this time.

“S-shit, I’ll bust a nut right here…”

“Pfft…weak” you scoff, trying your best to provoke him as much as you can.

“Didn’t I just tell you to keep your pretty mouth shut?” Gojo’s one hand is wrapped around your hair, driving your face towards him as he intensifies the kiss. His other hand travels towards your tits, grabbing and squeezing one in his hand, shutting you up.

“G-gojo…” his name tumbles off your tongue. It has a nice ring to it, you wonder distantly. Gojo may get on every single nerve of yours but he is also the one who wanders around the house shamelessly without a shirt, putting your mind into a drive of not-so-appropriate thoughts. He is also the one who may demolish the whole kitchen, while making a simple soup – but he does it because you’re too sick to get out of the bed or you’re drowning in studies in the midst of finals. Gojo also may be the biggest cock-block you’ve ever seen to your dates but he is fending them off because they are assholes who can’t think of anything but how to get in your pants, not before long fucking you and giving you earth shattering orgasms throughout the night. His lips are even a thousand times better than anyone's that you've kissed. They are soft and plush, giving you the satisfaction of pulling them between your teeth and biting softly at it. Apart from the fights and grinding your gears- gojo satoru may not be half as bad-

The rough pads of his fingers pinches your nipple through the flimsy shirt, earthing you back to reality. You break the kiss off, catching him off-guard before ducking down and attacking his neck. Your hands wrapped around the nape, raking through the tufts of hair that falls over his undercut.

Your mouth is skillfully sucking the skin under his ear, his most sensitive spot. You could almost hear a small whimper escape his mouth, making you smirk against his skin. His hands are on your waist, still grinding you against him for some release. Pervert

You raise your head, getting a good look at him. His lips are rosy, swollen from the incessant attacks over the course of this session, a sheen of sweat beading on his face and his hair messily scattered over his forehead. he looks painfully beautiful, although you might wanna pour a vat of acid down your throat before admitting it in front of him. but you can’t deny the desire that pools around your eyes, mirroring his ocean blue ones. You could feel his hardness directly underneath you, throbbing against your skin, making you breathe heavily.

“don’t keep your disgusting wet towel on my bed ever” you hear Gojo let out a boyish chuckle, something that was too giddy for your own good. fuck

“If the consequences ends up like this, I might entertain this idea more, sweetheart”

“Fuck you, Gojo”

“let me do the honours baby”

Roomie!Gojo may be a scum, an utter mess and the absolute bane of your existence but you’d be damned before exchanging anyone with him.

I was this close to write the whole fucking. If it does good I might 👀 (1k and I will do it💀)

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stillflight · 5 months

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In theriotype habitat research, especially when questioning, try not to imagine the place as you would experience it in the body you have right now. Don't cross off all desert animals because you pass out in extreme heat; think about how you might feel about the desert if you were cold-blooded or had temperature regulating ears and fur. Don't cross off all aquatic animals because you're a bad swimmer; how would you feel about swimming if you had fins or flippers? Would it be freeing, euphoric? Same goes for heights, and wings.

I dismissed the idea of being a rainforest animal for so long because I never felt drawn to media depictions of rainforests, in fact felt uncomfortable at the idea of them. Times I have actually been in a tropical rainforest myself (albeit one in a completely different hemisphere from my theriotype) I was overwhelmed by the heat, vegetation, and insects. But black-shouldered opossums aren't traipsing around on the overgrown forest floor where a human would be; we live exclusively in the canopy, which is an entirely different lifestyle from which to experience a rainforest.

We all know physical attributes do not determine your theriotype. This is basic, entry level knowledge. Yet I still see people say they can't be, for example, an arctic fox even though everything lines up, because they can't handle the cold. How well you tolerate certain environments is just another physical attribute your body has.

#therian #alterhuman

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Oh I’m so tired of being poor, I wish I was one of those successful man that always wear suits and drive his luxury car to bring one young and hot boy per day to his mansion to have sex. That’s the kind of life I wanna live!

The genie who finds you is a huge hulk of a man, dressed in an immaculate purple suit and wearing expensive mirrored sunglasses. Before you can react, he grabs your arm and slips a watch onto your wrist, then turns and steps back into his Bentley.

By the time you look down and see the distinctive Patek Philippe face, the transformation is already rushing up your arm. It thickens with muscle, covered in dark hair. You feel a euphoric rush as first one pec, then the other, swells up and gains a pelt of sweaty hair. The hair grows so thick on your belly that just your defined Adonis belt stays visible. As your feet burst through your shoes and a beard tickles out of your sharpening jawline, a perfectly tailored suit materialises around your body. It all took less time than it takes for you to read the watch.

You blink and look back up. Right on schedule, the sexy valet parks your Maybach at the curb. He steps out and hands you your keys. You pass him a crisp 100 Euro and say, in your thick German accent, “When are you done your shift?”

He looks you up and down, takes in your suit, your car, the hair poking out of your collar. You see his nostrils flare, no doubt thinking about the hot smell of your sweat and cum embedded in the leather he was just sitting on. “Right now, Sir,” he says, and gets in the passenger seat.

Sure, all you think about now is your expensive designer lifestyle and finding the next boy to fuck or suck, but it’s a small price to pay, right?

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

#answered ask #wish granted #male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #reality change #race change #hairy tf #german tf #male tf #all fwkong

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animeyanderelover · 21 days

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Alucard's part is a lot shorter in here as I had to be a lot more detailed for Sebastian, Claude and Ash all falling in love with the same darling.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, paranoia, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, abduction, death

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Angel s/o

Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus & Ash Landers

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Undoubtedly is it your presence that is going to be the first thing that will draw all of those men to you. You see, it is quite rare that asupernatural creature crosses the path of another one as only Shinigami have an active social life together, although one mainly build on their work. Demons are lonesome creatures who rarely spend time with their one kind or any existing creature out there as they are a species known to follow merely their one greed and desire and exploring everyone that could give them an ounce of pleasure, even if only for a brief moment. Angels are very withdrawn from the world in general, finicky with whom they spend their time with as they especially avoid demons for their lifestyle. They are pretentious but they at least have some boundaries. It is already a miracle that two demons and an angel exist within the same town, all bound temporarily by something in there. Yet perhaps it has been fate that has led all of them here as their mate also finds their way to London.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Perhaps it is Ash who spots you first as he is the one least bound to the person he is serving as the Queen is a mere tool to serve his greater purpose. Ash upon finding another one of his own kind would be already ecstatic as it is for he has been shunned by them and the isolation shows itself as he is euphoric to find you. His joy is only heightened upon realising that both of you are bound by fate together, his rapture bringing him down to his knees as he gazes at you with reverent eyes, clasping your hands in his as he hastily utters that he'll arrange you only the finest accomodation. It seems like fate is smiling down on him as not only his plan is proceeding well but now he has also found his one true soulmate. The cleansing of London shall be his present to you as a sign of his unwavering adoration and dedication. Yet not only his greatest joy can overshadow his paranoia. Not only because of the common scum but because he's aware of two evil forces lurking within London.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Sebastian is perhaps the second of the trio who discovers you as Ciel is heavily involved with the Queen as his house has sworn loyalty to her. Ash, even whilst begging for you to stay and wait for his return as he has to accompany the Queen, is unable to stop you as you are also an angel and for that possess powers of your own. You head out despite his warnings and pleas and so his biggest fear comes true as you are sensed by Sebastian and he senses you just as much. You are quite baffled as you sense the connection that humans could never share. Not only because a mating bond between a demon and an angel has been unheard of so far but also because you thought your mate was Ash. It is as disturbing as it is intriguing as you never knew that it was possible to be bound to more than one person. A short look of astonishment seems also to cross the butler's face as he senses that you are no human either before a devilish and handsome grin settles on his face as he makes his way to you.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️he bows courtly as he introduces himself as Sebastian of the Phantomhive mansion and asks for your own name, his red eyes intently and curiously studying you. You feel slightly uncomfortable in his presence as you can sense his greedy aura and even he seems to silently acknowledge your aura as the one of an angel, although he isn't 100 % certain just yet. Yet the mating bond has you gravitating towards this man and so you spend a lot more time than you anticipated with him, even though you still have your guard up. Especially since his hands like to brush against you during the conversation as he gets closer and closer to you only for you to quickly take a step back. Both of you are snapped out of it when Ash suddenly appears. His white hair wild and messy as if he has pulled at it and his purple eyes wide and paranoid as he pulls you behind him, doing his best to keep his composure in public. Red eyes observe you two before they widen in shock before squinting in displeasure. Sebastian knows.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Ash has already been hysteric when he couldn't find you in your room and searched for you in sheer panic only to find you in company of the very creature he wanted to keep you away from. Yet when you confess to him that you felt the mating bond when meeting the demon as well, he shatters completely. He paces back and forth in your room, chewing his lips until he tastes blood as his eyes dart anxiously up and down as if he will find the answer if he keeps on looking enough, his hands trembling. This can't be right. It must be the work of the sinful demon who has manipulated something to mess with your senses. An angel as pure as you can't be bound to a being of greed and darkness. You hear him muttering under his breath as he walks in circles in your room, the sight reminding you of a man possessed, before his gaze lands on you and within a few long strides he stands in front of you, holding your hands and promising you that he'll protect you from the hands of the stained demon.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️As Ash and Sebastian already gear up for a fight over you, Claude remains still unaware of you. Alois is a demanding and clingy brat after all so he hasn't made any acquaintance with you yet. Still, there is something that has caused him to feel longing for someone, has drawn him to the city of London. It is a pinching sensation, one that seems to twist with his black heartstrings and it has caused him to feel quite moody. He attempts to dismiss the feeling yet the other demon servants around him notice whilst Alois seems to ignore Claude's recently soured mood. Eventually he receives message that a ball will be held for the Queen, one Alois is also requested for. The young boy takes the chance excitedly as he knows that he can torment Ciel again and Claude, despite feeling quite annoyed when thinking about the demon butler of the Phantomhive boy, somehow also feels an underlying sense of urgency for the ball to come sooner. Almost as if someone really important awaits him there...

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️In between tears Ash asks of you to stray away from Sebastian and to hide yourself. Somewhere you understand his sentiment and for the people there you have little interest yet it is the demon you still wish to see even if you know that demons are natural enemies of your kind. Yet his tears tug at your heartstrings and so you promise him to stay away as good as you can. Sebastian's eyes naturally search for you as soon as the young lord and him arrive, his looks impeccable as he has made sure to look as good as he can when he meets you again. Instantly the scathing glare of Ash is on him and both of them look at each other with disdain, although the angel is more obvious with his feelings. Eventually Sebastian gives him a taunting grin though, one that nearly causes Ash to lose composure as he knows instantly what the demon is planning to do once he finds you, defiling your beauty and purity with his sinful hands. That is when another presence suddenly enters the hall.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Claude is fairly surprised to notice how little Sebastian is minding him in comparison to what he is used to as he instead notices how there is a new bad blood going on between him and Ash. Claude has little experience with Ash, although he is aware of his nature as an angel so that alone makes him already dislike the white-haired man. But he can't help but wonder what must have occured between Ash and Sebastian to be on such bad terms as he can sense killing intent from both of them, especially from the angel who seems to keep his eyes always on Sebastian as if to keep him within his sight. As the ball goes on, Claude slowly notices a weird pull in his chest that urges him to follow something. Initially he decides to ignore it but it grows worse as time passes on until he eventually decides that he can't forget about it. Without informing Alois, he quietly leaves the scene and follows where his instincts guide him to until he spots a lonesome figure in the hallway. When he meets eyes with you, he instantly realises why he has been feeling so weird for a while now.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️The amazement and wariness in your eyes is almost reflected in his own as he senses that you are no ordinary human yet he can't pinpoint exactly what you are. You observe him cautiously as he steps closer, straighting his posture as he asks you for your name and why such a beauty as you is not joining the ball like all of the guests. Truth be told though, he is glad for the privacy he has with his mate as golden eyes examine you with growing desire. Soon he is standing right in front of you, gloved hands reaching up to touch your face when suddenly Sebastian and Ash appear. Ash has already drawn his sword, fully prepared to cut of the hand that just tried to touch you whilst Sebastian's eyes have turned magenta as he lets out a growl more reminiscent of the true creature he is than what he portrays to be under the ordinary crowd. Claude instantly senses the warning within the growl, the unspoken claim that the other demon has already laid on you which causes his eyes to turn magenta too as he also lets out a growl. The air is tense and heavy and you know that the only reason all three of them aren't on each others throat now is because you are still standing there.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️The burden of being mated to three men at once is unheard of and it becomes a heavy burden for you as you realise that all of them will eventually kill each other to claim you for only themselves and your heart is silently wailing over the thought of losing two of three mates, even though you know that they could never work together. Ash isolates you completely from that day on, terrified that the demons will lurk outside and hunt you down as soon as you leave the building where he resides in with the Queen. You as an angel should know after all how cunning and wicked the demon kind is. Meanwhile Claude and Sebastian are also silently doing their preparations to get rid of the competition to have you only for themselves. Whilst Claude has the other demon servants and Ash has Pluto at his service, Sebastian has no such allies and he knows that as he calculates his own plan. The inevitable confrontation will soon come and then the entire city might be left in shambles...

Alucard

🩸Alucard has quite an interesting view on the topic on God which shaped his past significantly as he used to believe that having faith alone wasn't enough to get God's attention and that only by accomplishing great deeds would God be on his side. This belief of his was crushed when he ultimately sacrificed everyone and lost the war, leading him to believe that God had abandoned him and in return chose to do the same. Through years of immortality he has eventually come to the realisation that it was his own fault that led to his downfall as a human. Nevertheless, it is an interesting relationship he has to you as angels are commonly known as servants and messengers of God. He has abandoned God, has abandoned his own humanity as well and you may very well view him for his past sins as a monster that has long left the righteous path. It is natural to be wary around Alucard and the vampire understands yout caution and distrust as he himself has learned to regret his immortal life.

🩸Normal human eyes are unable to perceive the higher being that you are yet to his eyes and by extention even to Seras eyes your true identity is noticable. A dull glow of a hallow constantly embracing your body, your aura a contrast to the darkness of his own. It is repelling as much as it is appealing yet Alucard is tactful when he is around you. You are no ordinary vampire nor a common human, you are something much more and it is almost laughable that the very man who lost faith in God in the past now meets you with the slightest hint of reverence as someone who has learned to not use God's name as an excuse for the actions he took out of madness and lust. At the same time he recognises that redemption for him is impossible for he has chosen to forsake the human life he was gifted for immortality. This silent acknowledgement silently seems to fuel his greed though as there is no punishment from any holy beings he has to fear for he is already outside the mortal realm.

🩸He hides your presence from the Vatican and Alexander Anderson as they are a very religious group and he is sure that they would try to interfere if they were to find out that the No-Life King has been having his eyes on you for a while now. Surely they would see it as a blasphemous act for a creature of darkness and night to yearn for a creature of purity and light, although surely it is in character for a being closer to the devil to yearn for forbiddenlust. Anderson, by no accounts a normal human being, would surely also be able to sense the otherwordly creature that you are and would defend you against Alucard. Surely you don't need any protection as you are able to defend yourself against those who don't know any better yet even you seem to want to avoid a conflict with the man who is trapped in a darkness where even you can't bring him salvation anymore. In a way you suppose Alucard is ultimately just a pitiful and lost soul who is now forever a prisoner of an eternal life, doomed to remain detached from all life for all eternity as an outsider.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere claude #yandere claude faustus #yandere ash #yandere ash landers #yandere hellsing #yandere hellsing ultimate #yandere alucard

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barrenclan · 5 months

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Been following Barrenclan since the initial generator video, but I've never sent an ask until now. But I felt like I had to now because this latest issue left me in shambles 🩵 (this IS a compliment, you are such an excellent writer)

Asphodelpaw was one of my favorites (especially because I'm also ace and it's just nice seeing that representation), so seeing her get killed by her own uncle is. OW. GOD. FUCK MAN. Tore all my heartstrings out. (I'm. Hoping with everyone else that she isn't dead, but considering Rainhaze was able to kill Dustfeather with a single hit and DF was fully grown, *and* that was *before* the Defiance lifestyle. Yeah. Yeah…)

But something occurred to me after I read and studied the last few pages. I remembered people speculating on Asphodel's potential death, and someone suggested that Asphodel might get in trouble for using friendly-friendly on something that was very *not* friendly. And I think in a way, that's exactly what happened.

Asphodelpaw saw her long-lost uncle and was of course overjoyed, asking him what happened, where he's been, etc. Being *friendly* with him because, why wouldn't you be? Everything her Clan's said about Rainhaze was super positive: he was a great hunter, a great friend, a great warrior.

You'd assume they'd be exactly the same, and especially in the euphoric haze of assuming they're *dead* and being *wrong.*

But he wasn't the same.

She was friendly-friendly with something that *wasn't* friendly. At least, not anymore…

That's not even going into how I think Rainhaze subconsciously picked his mom to kill because of how she treated Slugpelt and him (especially with those little past panels with him and his sister in this issue) and. God. GOD, this comic is so good.

Sorry for the super long ramble, I just love this comic immensely and I'm SO ready for all the shit to hit the fan (No I'm not, the end of the comic is going to destroy me). Take all the time you need to and don't forget to take breaks!

Don't apologize for talking at length about my comic! It's always welcome! Also, wow, thanks for following since the beginning! That's cool. And I really like your analysis on that idea! Rainhaze seems to bring out the talkative in people.

#ask #anon #rainhaze #asphodelpaw #analysis

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euphoric-lifestyle · 2 months

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Watch Collection ⏱️💯

#euphoric-lifestyle #euphoric #luxury #luxury lifestyle #mens luxury #mensstyle #luxurious #luxury watches

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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I feel like you may have written this already so feel to link it if you did. Warprize Hob is feeling insecure because after some time as basically a concubine, his body is starting to look like, well, a concubine’s instead of a warrior’s. He’s not used to his body changing due to something other than an injury. Will Dream no longer be interested in him if his body becomes soft and curvy instead of hard and muscular? (The answer is no, of course, Dream loves it.)

- ☂️

I haven't actually done anything like this yet so you can BET I'm taking the opportunity now!!

It's a pretty drastic lifestyle change, right? Soldier to concubine. Hob’s been marching and fighting for most of his life and his body is the proof. He's lean and muscular, and he always looks a little bit hungry. It's something that Dream admires when he's first presented with Hob as a warprize, but it's not something he's fixated on. In fact, his attraction to Hob develops and grows as they grow to know each other, and as Hob gets comfortable with his life in the palace.

Getting regular meals is a revelation for Hob and he's constantly telling Dream about how good the food is, how he feels so spoiled. Dream thinks its very sweet of him to be excited about something so simple. He starts paying attention to Hob’s meals and adding treats that he thinks his prize might enjoy. It becomes a rather intimate part of their relationship, and mealtimes become Hob’s favourite thing partly because he's guaranteed to see Dream! It makes his heart flutter!

Without a full regime of training, marching and fighting, Hob’s body is bound to change. Sure he's getting plenty of exercise walking in the gardens (and bouncing on the king’s cock) but the intensity is very different. His muscles slowly disappear under softer padding. His thighs thicken, and his ribs disappear completely. His gets cute rolls of belly when he sits or bends over. He just doesn't quite look like a soldier anymore.

He's horrendously shy when he has to request new clothes. He balks at the idea of sitting on Dream’s lap and he tries to hide his stomach at every opportunity. Dream - who has been watching with great satisfaction as Hob has softened and changed - decides to give him a stern talking to.

It's OK to be soft. It's OK to safe and cared for, and to have an abundance of good things. It's more than OK to have a different body at different points in one's life. Having a soft, safe and abundant body is desirable. It is, in Dream’s opinion, preferable.

Hob is blushing and tearful, perched in Dream’s lap once again, having his plump bottom squeezed and fondled. He feels euphoric. He feels like the most splendid concubine in the world. What a wonderful opportunity to have a whole new career, and to be able to discover a new aspect of his own body.

He doesn't hide his belly anymore. In fact, he doesn't hide anything at all. Dream is very, very proud of his favourite prize.

#☂️ anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw weight #cw food #cw body image

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Snug. As he gets ready to run some errands he pulls on his favourite T-shirt and feels an all too familiar sensation of tightness. The fabric fits taut, uncomfortably so. He gently pulls at the shirt in an effort to stretch it out a bit. This shirt that once fit perfectly is now dangerously close to exposing his underbelly. Looking in the full body mirror he inspects himself. A mild panic ensuing as he sees what he’s done. Months turned into years of giving in, overeating; revelling in the pleasure of food and excess that’s been transforming his body.

He was by no means ever a fit and athletic man; but the last few years had certainly taken their toll. It started slowly. Getting stoned and eating a little more than usual. Maybe once every couple months at first, then every few weeks, eventually multiple times a week. His gluttony increased exponentially, unable to resist the feeling of his belly overly full. Unable to resist the euphoric and primal urge gorging gave him. Unable to resist how much it turned him on. When he started associating food and getting off with each other he knew he was in trouble. He knew there was no turning back the first time he shot his load onto his tight, stuffed belly and growing chest; and even though he was always met with immediate regret as soon as he finished, he knew he couldn’t stop. He continued to promise to himself that that would be the last time…every single time it occurred; and it never was the last time.

He grabbed his jacket. Putting it on slowly and feeling the tightness in the shoulders. There was no way the buttons on this jacket could ever clasp again however he still liked how it looked on him; it still looked like it fit and that’s what mattered. Down the stairs from his apartment and onto the sidewalk he went on his way to the store. His shirt was slowly riding up causing him to have to pull it down frequently for otherwise his growing overhang would be on full display; at the same time his pants were being pushed downward by his thick lovehandles causing him to have to pull them up frequently. After just a block of walking he’s winded, breathing laboriously while adjusting his ill-fitting clothes. People pass by on the sidewalk and he tries to steady his breathing as they pass, not wanting these strangers to know he’s struggling with just walking. His gait is off as well, unbeknownst to him all of this recently added weight was forcing his legs wider and a waddle had began to form. Still he trudged onward. As he arrived at the store he tried to catch his breath and breathe normally however it was futile. This walk of just a few blocks was the most exercise he ever did and as his weight climbed the journey only became more of a challenge.

As soon as he entered the store he became quite aware of all the sensations he was experiencing. The snugness of his clothes and the way they clung to his fat overfed body, the sweat that formed on his face and body, the soreness in his legs and lower back from hauling all of that weight, the itching on his belly from his most recently formed stretch marks, his chest jiggling and bouncing with each step.

He felt embarrassed and slightly ashamed. His gluttony was clear to anyone who looked. His body bared the mark of his gluttonous, lazy lifestyle yet he couldn’t stop himself from heading straight to the snack aisle and loading up his basket with all of his favourite treats. As he waddled down the aisle he grew excited at the thought of gorging himself on all of these snacks. He felt his heart rate increase at the thought of himself sitting back down at home and pigging out.

He arrived at the cashier with his full basket. His face turning beat red as he recognized the cashier from earlier this week. It’s the same guy that cashed out his last gorging session. Sheepishly he empties his basket for the cashier allowing him to scan the calorie-laden food. The cashier was the polar opposite of him, wearing a tight polo that accentuated the vascular muscles of his big arms, he clearly worked out regularly and it served as a reminder to him of what could’ve been if he didn’t succumb to his inner desires.

As he waddled back to his apartment with snacks in hand he felt a familiar pain in his lower back. Maybe it was the new weight he had piled on recently, maybe it was his change in gait from his legs being pushed wider. Whatever the cause it was another new sensation caused by the fattening of his body. It brought him worry but also a sick pleasure knowing his body was beginning to reach a limit on what it could do, soemthing he’d not fully experienced. 3/4 of the way home and he was really feeling the struggle. Sweat marks had formed on his shirt above his chest which only further accentuated their size and how they jiggled with each step. His shirt had ridden up to show just a sliver of his overhang which jiggled in a sort of pattern from it slapping his upper thighs with each step. With his bags in hand he was unable to readjust his shirt, he felt a cold breeze on his exposed fat which proved to be a godsend as it helped cool him during this strenuous activity. Arriving in the elevator gave himself a chance to put down his bags and catch his breath. He leaned back in an attempt to stretch his back, exposing even more of his stretch-mark covered belly as he breathed heavily. His reflection caught his eye, it mind as well have been a stranger, he hardly recognized the obese man before him. Another slight panic sets in. “why can’t I stop?” He thinks to himself as he pulls his shirt back down to cover his hanging fat.

Finally back in his apartment he completely undressed. This was a workout on its own as he huffed and puffed attempting to untie his shoes and remove his socks, his face beat red from the exertion. Next were his pants as he lifted his belly in order to get to the straining button underneath. With the button free the weight of his own fat pushed the zipper open as his fatpad surged a bit forward. He sighed a breath of relief. His shirt stuck to him with sweat but he pulled it off quickly. Lastly, he removed his underwear which he maneuvered off of his chunky thighs. He was finally free from the confines of his own outgrown clothes.

With snacks in hand he plopped down on the couch, it groaning underneath him. He covered the coffee table in his smorgasbord of gluttony. A cacophony of calories laid before him. His dick twitched with excitement at the sight of all this food, his pupils dilated, his mouth watered. He was no longer in control.

#gainer story #gainer fiction #gay gainer #fat belly #feedee belly #gaining weight on purpose #male feedism

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crissiebaby · 7 months

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A Padded Procession

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, masturbation, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: jerry175

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*CLUNK!*

Sliding open the rear passenger-side door of her van, Kara let out a shaky, yet excited breath. How could she not be? After all, it wasn’t every day that one of her best employees and even better friends, Maggie, would be getting married. It wasn’t even her wedding and yet she could feel the rush of pre-wedding jitters as if she were planning to waltz down the aisle herself. Sadly, Mr. Right had never come around for Kara. Not for a lack of trying. The attraction just never lasted. Either that or she ended up being a tad too controlling for their tastes.

And that’s where I came in. My name is JJ, formerly Jarek. A little over a year ago, I was working IT under Kara, grinding away at a job that made me miserable for more hours a week than I’d like to admit. That all changed when she accidentally happened upon my secret porn stash at work, which was filled with some of the most erotic ABDL and sissy porn the internet had to offer. And while many bosses would fire an employee who was so willing to waste company time pleasuring themself, Kara wasn’t just any employer.

Over the course of a single weekend, Kara transformed my work life from a humble IT specialist into the office baby. Her office baby. I resisted the change at first but after some arousing coercion from my fellow female employees, I took to my new role as Kara’s sissy baby girl. She was no longer my boss. Now, she was my Mommy.

The changes only became more intense from there. Along with a steady diet of CrissBaby Bowel Busting Formula and weekly shots of Regression serum, I was officially adopted as an adult baby, completely signing over my adulthood to Kara. And she made sure that I was living an infant lifestyle 24/7. Double diapers were to be worn at all times. As were only the girliest and sissiest outfits that Mommy could find, which she was more than happy to parade me around the office and out in public. To say it was a humiliating experience would be the understatement of the century. However, to say it was anything other than my wildest and kinkiest dreams come true would be the worst lie I’d ever told.

“Okay, JJ, let’s go play-play,” said Kara with a big smile as she unbuckled me from my car seat, booping my nose as her arm passed over my head. I instinctively moved to cover my nose, causing her to giggle at my innocent reaction. She then placed her hands under my armpits and lifted me out of the car, showing off a year's worth of arm and core workouts.

As my feet touched down on the gravel ground, I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips as my powder pink party dress unfurled down my legs, allowing the built-in petticoat to brush delicately against my thighs. If my diaper wasn’t tenting before, it certainly was now, especially with the pair of egg vibrators that had been fastened to my sissy clitty that were begging to be activated with the press of a button. I pushed my dress down over my pointed padding, shivering as a euphoric ping radiated from my crotch up through my spine.

Unfortunately, as the pleasure began to die down, so too did the fogginess that Little Space offen coated my eyes with. Looking around the winery’s parking lot, it became apparent to me just how many people were attending Maggie’s wedding. “I fot chus said dere woodn be too many peepo,” I said, having never been around a group larger than the 20 or so employees at Kara’s company. I wasn’t exactly counting but from a quick glance, there were nearly double that number of cars if not more. Just how big was this wedding supposed to be?

“Calm down, JJ. Everyone will be too busy focusing on the bride to worry about a little baby like you anyway. Now open wide,” said Kara, instructing me to open my mouth and let in a bulbous pacifier before rewarding me with a big hug. I unsurprisingly melted like I always do, recognizing that like it or not, I was walking into that wedding diaper first. As we parted from the hug, Mommy took me by the hand and ushered me toward the venue, “Just keep a hold of my hand and I promise, nothing will happen that I know you can’t handle.”

In spite of how reassuring Kara’s words may have seemed to an outsider, the way Mommy said that final sentence had my heart pulsing out of control. Clearly, she had her heart set on pushing my blushy boundaries today whether I liked it or not, and was aiming to provide as much comfort in the meantime. You’d think that after spending so long in sissy baby bliss that the embarrassment I felt would’ve cooled off. This could not be further from the truth as Kara had a knack for coming up with new and creative ways to bring out the red in my cheeks. It was a big part of what I loved so much about her.

Entering the winery’s reception hall like a scared animal clinging to the leg of its overprotective mother, I swear I could feel every set of eyes staring at me as I passed by. Men, women, old, young. Everywhere I turned, I saw the pupils of several dozen strangers. And below those pupils were mouths that whispered and giggled at the sight of me. I squeezed Kara’s hand tighter in desperate need of comfort, fixing my eyes on the large, white wedding cake that sat in the center of the grand hall.

Mercifully, it wasn’t long before some familiar faces began to pop up as basically everyone from work was in attendance, including and especially the bride herself. “Oh my Goddess, Maggie! You look absolutely stunning!” said Kara, yanking me forward at a brisk pace as she approached her subordinate for a congratulatory embrace. She was dressed in an off-white, cupcake wedding dress that cleared at least two feet in all directions. Not the puffiest wedding dress ever but still quite a bit of volume, “You’d better promise me this won’t come between you and your job.”

Cackling in response to Kara’s faux concern, Maggie graciously returned Kara’s affection. “Thank you, Kara. And don’t worry, I won’t dare miss out on a day with this cutie,” she said, her attention suddenly turning to me. She was dressed in an off-white, cupcake wedding dress that cleared at least two feet in all directions. Not the poofiest wedding dress ever but still more possessing than enough volume to make me insanely jealous, causing my horny brain to circle back to all the yummy ABDL sissy wedding captions I’d read in my life. I wouldn’t get to muse on those alluring graphics for long, though, as Maggie snapped me from my stimulated stupor by cupping both of my plump cheeks in her hands, “You’re lucky your Mommy did such a good job with your face or else I’d be pinching those cheeks all night!”

It was true. Kara had spent nearly an hour putting on my makeup. At the time, it was a fun albeit slightly blushy bit of Mommy-sissy bonding time. Now, it felt more like a 5D chess move designed to extract as much blood from my cheeks as possible. “Go on, JJ. Tell Miss Maggie thank you for complimenting your appearance,” said Kara, encouraging her fuming baby to speak up in appreciation.

“F-Fankoos M-Miwth Maggie,” I stuttered, failing to calm myself down enough to produce a legible lisp. Without fail, a chorus of laughter followed my pathetic attempt at sounding grown-up, further driving home my humiliation. I felt like a mouse trapped between the claws of a group of malicious cats. And much to my dismay, the feeling was only about to be bolstered.

“Maggie! Maggie!” said a tall, flat-chested woman with a sleeve of tattoos running down her arm. She wore a sleek red bridesmaid’s dress that looked like it was far outside of her typical wardrobe, “We have a problem. Your cousin needs to take Amy home because Amy was throwing up and now we have no flower girl for the ceremony,” she said, her hands clamped on Maggie’s arm as she jogged in place, “Quick, do you know if anyone else is bringing a daughter today? It wouldn’t be hard to teach someone to fill in.”

Placing a frustrated hand on her forehead, this was obviously the last thing a bride like Maggie wanted to hear. “Shit, Olivia, is there no chance Amy will get better? I don’t have any other younger family members! Ugh! I guess we’ll just have to go without a-” she said, coming to an abrupt halt as her gaze landed on me, “...actually, on second thought, let my cousin know we’ll be okay. We have the perfect replacement right in front of us.”

I gulped hard, recognizing that once again, I found myself at the center of attention with all eyes on me. Well, almost all eyes. Looking toward Mommy in hopes she would spare me from being paraded down a wedding aisle, I was shocked to see that her focus was not on the latest proposition to up my humiliation. Instead, her sights were locked onto the tattooed woman, Olivia, with a line of red forming along her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose.

“Well, what do you say, Kara? Mind if we take JJ off your hands for a bit?” asked Maggie, elbowing her boss with a sly wink.

Realizing too late that the conversation had left the station without her, Kara quickly answered without thinking. “Oh, yeah, sure. JJ’s up for anything you need,” she said, nudging JJ in Maggie’s clutches and passing her diaper bag off to Maggie before beelining toward her goth Goddess.

“W-Waid! Mommy!” I said, feeling one of Maggie’s hands wrap itself around my waist while another planted itself firmly on my shoulder. All the while, I watched as my only hope of salvation disappeared into the crowd of people, leaving me to what was sure to be my blushiest fate yet.

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, I was whisked away from the main reception hall and led down a dim corridor, stopping as we reached the last door on the right. My breathing shortened as Maggie knocked on the door, only for a plethora of female giggles to echo through the doorway as she opened it a second later. “Hope you’re all decent. Bride’s coming in,” she said, stepping into the den of femininity with me at her side.

The first thing to hit me about the bridal dressing room was the powerful aroma of floral perfume that wafted throughout the room. As I tiptoed into the space filled with girls I didn’t know, I struggled to find air to fill my lungs with. It almost didn’t feel real. It was as real as could be, made evident as Maggie escorted me to the other side of the dressing room where a young woman with short brown hair was doing her makeup, “Hey, Carrie, I have a small request for you. Can you look after our new flower girl here and get her ready? I’d ask someone else but you’re the only bridesmaid with any caregiving experience.”

Spinning around in her chair with a perky smile stretching across her lips, Carrie leaped to her feet and rushed over to lift me into a hug. It was certainly a shock, to say the least. “You didn’t tell me there’d be any Littles here!” she said to Maggie before angling her glance down at me, stroking my hair much like a supervillain with a white, fluffy cat might, “You must feel super lucky getting such an important job! Don’t worry, we’ll have you looking almost as eye-catching as the bride…almost.” She stuck her tongue out at Maggie to emphasize her joke.

“Great! I’ll leave you to it then!” said Maggie, unhooking her arm from mine as she made her way back to the reception hall.

Left alone in Carrie’s care, I could feel my heart trembling like a scared bunny’s. It was already tormentous enough to be surrounded by so many women that I knew at work. Here, without a familiar face to cling to, was like getting pushed into the deep end of a pool lacking the ability to swim. I wanted to run; to go find my Mommy and convince her this was too much. But I’ve also been through this song and dance before. The only good pleading to Kara would do is likely pile on further embarrassment. It didn’t matter how much I was dreading my flower girl makeover. My butt may as well have been glued to the seat.

“Okay…um, sorry, can you tell me your name, baby girl?” asked Carrie, realizing an important step had been missed as she stepped in close and rested her hands on my shoulders.

Pressing my pointer fingers together, I nervously responded, “I-I’m JJ.” Little did I know what my simple response had caused.

Having grown accustomed to being known around the office as the crossdressing baby that I had become, I’d forgotten that not everyone was aware of the crossdressing part. From an onlooker’s perspective, I looked like the spitting image of a female Little. So, as soon as Carrie heard my voice and name, her eyes lit up like she’d just won the lottery. “Oh. My. Gosh. Maggie got a sissy baby for a flower girl?!” she shouted in her excitement, unwittingly turning every head in the dressing room. It had been a while since I’d truly felt this impossibly small.

“Yo, did you just say sissy? Like, that little girl is actually a sissy boy?”

“That’s what I heard. Just look at him! You can barely tell!”

“It’s like he was born to be a girl. Please tell me you need help, Carrie!”

One by one, the voices of Maggie’s wedding party spoke up in jubilation of their newest and only male member. Though to be fair, the term “male” was getting quite the liberal usage. I could only watch with strained eyes as the girls peeled off from what they were doing to gather around my chair.

Before I could protest all the unwanted attention, a pair of hands latched onto my wrists and held them high. It was Carrie, who was aiming to get the ball rolling on my transformation. “First thing’s first, we need to get you out of that lovely dress of yours. Girls?” she said, keeping a firm hold on both my arms as several hands grabbed onto my dress and yanked it upward. If only it had been long enough to be pinched under my butt. Sadly, the short dress had little to hang onto as it was pulled over my head, leaving my top half to only be covered by my petite, B-cup bra, which had been lovingly stuffed with toilet paper. Cue the laughter.

“Bahahahaha! You wanna borrow my pasties, JJ?” said one of the girls, cackling as she cupped my filled bra and began to massage it, “I bet you wish you could have a pair of real ones. Maybe Mommy will get you on hormones if you’re lucky!”

Understandably, my face turned bright red, both from my shameful exposure and from the thought of getting even girlier than I already was. I prayed that none of these girls brought up the idea of hormones to Kara. The last thing she needed was any help in the humiliation department.

Mercifully, the idea wasn’t allowed to hang in the air for long before Carrie spoke up once again, “Let’s adjust her makeup a bit to start,” she said, plucking the oversized binky out of my mouth, “The bridal party is all wearing the same color and we definitely can’t leave out our Littlest member! And just so you know, I had my lips all over this one.” She winked as she grabbed a tube of ruby-red lipstick and brought it to my mouth.

Meanwhile, I could feel two sets of hands get to work stripping off my shoes and ankle sock with Carrie obstructing their actions entirely. The same hands then took great pleasure in selecting a pair of white tights before stretching them over my feet and up my legs The delicate caress of soft hands and even softer fabric forced me to bite my lip, doing everything in my power to keep from wiggling so as not to draw attention to the sensations I was feeling. There was, however, little I could do about the electric signals that the tantalizing skin-on-skin contact and sheer tights were creating. Naturally, my body had been conditioned for arousal, having been made to cum practically on demand at the office. So was it any wonder that my diaper started tenting out?

“Ooooooh! I think our flower sissy is enjoying the attention,” said another girl, leaning in close to get a better look at my throbbing double diaper front. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the twin vibrators entangled around my cock weren’t meant to stretch, choking the blood flowing through my phallus and increasing my sensitivity tenfold.

Finishing up with my eyes and lips, Carrie stepped back and snickered, tsking at my aroused state. “Naughty, naughty, naughty! We can’t have you pitching any crinkly tents while walking down the aisle,” she said, sinking her hand into the pillowy padding. My feet arched forward as far as they could go as I squirmed helplessly beneath her erotic touch, “I’d say one- no, two more diapers ought to do it!”

“T-Two mo diapees,” I whimpered, my expression and whiny vocals garnering more coos and giggles. This was sissy torture to an infinite degree!

Digging into the diaper bag that Maggie had passed off to her, Carrie quickly fished out two fresh CrissBaby Super Soakers before smirking as she peered deeper into the bag. Knowing

the wide array of kink stuff Kara had packed from Lightning Laxatives to Lisp Lollies, it was any wonder what dastardly thoughts she was having. However, it was when she gleefully pulled out the pair of small vibrator remotes and plopped them down between her bountiful cleavage that I realized how truly doomed I really was. “Diaper time!” she said in a sing-songy tone, something that only amplified my blushiness, “Would you girls help me lay our princess potty pants on the floor.”

Barely needing an invitation, the girls dutifully carried out Carrie’s wishes as I was sprawled across the floor with my arms and legs pinned in place. Craning my neck up from my prone position, I pushed out my bottom lip as Carrie flattened out and fluffed up the pair of bulky nappies. My butt soon rested upon both cloud-like layers with all eight tapes locking me into an overtly infantile state.

I sat up as the girls finally released my appendages, despairing as I failed to even bring my feet together, much less my knees. Walking down the aisle just got a lot more challenging. Tragically, the diapers may as well have been an opening act in comparison to what was in store for me next. Short, flouncy, and matching the accent colors that each of the women was wearing, my jaw dropped as I gazed into the sparkling, lilac void that was my flower girl dress. Even the girliest girl would say this was overdoing it, though I could practically hear Kara’s devious words in my head saying, “Oh, but you’re fair girlier than the girliest girl, sissy baby!”

“Alright ladies, time to wrap our present,” teased Carrie as the dress was brought over my head. I held my breath as my head was submerged in layers of taffeta and lace. By the time my head popped out the other side, I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how silly I looked. The howling laughter of the bridal party was more than enough, “Awww, JJ, sweetie! You have to open those pretty eyes to see how precious you look.”

Knowing it could hold out forever, I decided to bite the bullet and open my eyes before someone took it upon themselves to pry them open. Sure enough, it was somehow worse than I expected. No doubt, my flower girl predecessor had to be a very small child based on how short the dress was. It barely cleared my belly button, taking away my ability to do something as simple as pull my dress down over my diapers. Not that it would make much of a difference considering I was engulfed by a foot of padding in all directions.

Brushing her hands together in a self-satisfied manner, Carrie threw her arms around me from behind, pulling me into the kind of hug that only seasoned caregivers knew how to give. “What a perfect angel. Maggie’s gonna regret making a scene stealer like you her flower girl,” she whispered in my ear, sending pleasurable chills coursing throughout my body. I could feel my resistance melting, “Now then, I’d say we’ve kept you to ourselves long enough. Let’s go say hi to everyone, shall we?”

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Mortification. If you had to put my feelings into a single word, it would be mortification. From the second I stepped foot in the main reception hall wearing an actual little girl’s dress and more diapers than I could soak through in multiple days. It was non-stop cooing, butt-grabbing, and, worst of all, the cheek-pinching. By the time people were taking their seats for the ceremony, my cheeks had been permanently stained crimson by the countless abrasions. At least I was permitted to keep my paci out so as to show off my painted lips, though to call that a consolation prize was laughable.

Thankfully, the end was nigh. Kara had already informed me that she’d be changing me back into my own dress after the ceremony was finished, though she was also a tad more scatterbrained than usual, much to my surprise. Regardless, that meant all I had to do was drop some flower petals down the center aisle before the bride’s entrance and I was in the clear. That light at the end of the tunnel was all the motivation I needed to prevent a total mental collapse due to all the unwanted attention.

Not long after guests began to take their seats, I was rounded up by the Maid of Honor, Olivia, who, as if by an act of Goddess, was the only person not deriding my extremely sissy baby appearance. She passed a basket full of pink and purple flower petals off to me, positioning it in the crux of my elbow “Listen close JJ because I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said, staring me down with stoney eyes, “Since you missed rehearsal, here’s how everything’s gonna shake down. The minister and groom will enter first, followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen, and then me and the Best Man. After that, it’ll be all you. Just try not to waste all the petals too early and you should be aye okay. You got all that?”

Nodding through my anxiety, I had to admit to myself that I was a little excited to have a role in a wedding for the first time in my life, even if it was the most humiliating role possible. Plus, Maggie had been a dear friend of mine for years. To be the one to walk down the aisle directly before her had me feeling very sentimental. Receiving a quick headpat from Olivia, I was ushered to my place in the procession.

Once I had the order of operations down, the waiting game began, made one hundred times worse by the anticipation held deep inside my chest. It made me crave Kara's comforting arms something fierce. Luckily, the actual wait time didn’t end up being super long, even if from my perspective, it felt like an eternity. I watched with a contented smile as members of the wedding party began to file in and make their way to the head of the ceremony as the soft string quartet began to play. It was beautiful. It was graceful. It was-

“Hey, JJ, come here for a sec,” said Carrie, calling me over when there were only a handful of bridesmaid-groomsman pairings left. Not wanting to miss my cue, I initially tried to ignore her but as her waving became more frantic, I relented.

Before I knew what was happening, Carrie was leading me by the arm around a corner with my diaper bag under her arm. “Don wowwy, I don nees mo diapees,” I protested, believing she must be intending to check my diaper ahead of my big walk. However, it soon became apparent that this was far from her intention as she pulled me in close with a firm hand supporting the base of my spine, “Wuh awe chus-MMMMMF!”

Suddenly, my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as Carrie pressed a small, clear bottle to my lips. I instantly recognized the gag-inducing flavor as one of the Lightning Laxatives that Mommy liked to keep on hand. I tried to shake her off so I could spit it out but was unable to before she tilted my head up and forced it down my throat. “Sorry, little JJ, but it’s always been a dream of mine to make a silly sissy baby shit themselves in public,” she said, planting a kiss on my nose.

I was given no chance to respond before I was led by the hand back to where the rest of the procession was waiting just in time for Carrie’s turn down the aisle. Sweat started to form across my brow line as I felt my tummy churning like an evil witch’s cauldron, which at this point, it may as well have been. I mused telling Olivia what had happened but having learned from past experience, honestly rarely worked in my favor considering my word was never taken over a Bigs. All Carrie would have to say is that I snuck into a bag myself and I would be in even worse trouble than before. I decided to stay quiet and hope that I could make it through my flower girl duties before the cramps set in.

Thankfully, once Olivia began her descent down the aisle, I knew my turn was just on the horizon. I inhaled sharply through my nose as I waited for Olivia and the Best Man to take their spots closest to where the bride and groom would be reading their vows.

“Hey cutie, break a leg out there,” said Maggie, patting my butt from behind as it was finally time for me to serve my hyper-feminine role. Regrettably, that small pat was enough to jolt my stomach, putting extra pressure on my bowels at the worst moment. I clinched hard, stopping in place momentarily as I muscled through the pain. My momentary pause did turn a couple of eyebrows but nothing beyond that as I forced myself forward on rattling legs. I grabbed a handful of flower petals and daintily sprinkled them over the floor as I walked, realizing that I’d completely forgotten to be embarrassed over my situation by the time I was a quarter of the way across the aisle. My mind both fortunately and unfortunately had bigger problems to worry about.

*GUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGLE!*

All of a sudden, a tummy grumble loud enough to be heard from space echoed out from the pit of my stomach, turning every head in the winery. I glanced ahead at Carrie, who was struggling to contain her vicious smile behind the hand that cupped her mouth. I whipped my head toward Kara, hoping that my Mommy would see the panic on my face and know she needed to get me out of here. As fate would have it, she and Carrie shared similar facial expressions. It appeared I was truly on my own.

Securing another pile of petals in my palm, I picked up the pace and started dropping flowers in double time. There wasn’t a person in attendance who wasn’t aware of the shameful display was on the verge of making, so it no longer mattered if they could tell I was in a hurry. To my dismay, these efforts were all for not as Carrie took the liberty of adding fuel to the proverbial fire that I was broiling in

*BZZZZZZZZ!*

As the twin eggs strapped to my dick began to vibrate furiously, I dropped to my knees only a few feet from the end of the aisle, giving everyone the best view possible. I buried my face in my hands and bellowed out a devastating moan, wishing I could phase out of existence in that moment. Dreadfully, what I was about to do couldn’t have been more obnoxiously visible.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!!*

My eyes went cross as the seat of my diaper expanded exponentially with barely solid fecal matter. And thanks to the quadruple diapering I’d been subjected to, it took seconds at most for the mushy sludge to creep forward into the front of my diaper. Between the runny mess and purring vibrators, my brain stood no chance. My mind went near blank as I began humping my diapers in the middle of the aisle.

Craning my neck back shakily with the little consciousness I had left, I looked at Maggie with solemn eyes, feeling immensely bad about my scene-stealing antics. And yet somehow, she could only smile at my inability to control myself, snickering from the sidelines at my latest humiliating predicament. “Called it,” she said, nudging her father and holding out her hand. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he pulled out his wallet and slid $20 into her hand.

“Well, at least you got decent coverage down the aisle,” said Olivia as she approached me and cupped my huffy face, “You did good, JJ. Now, let’s get you back to Mommy before the bride gets impatient.” Without waiting for a reply, she bent down and lifted me into the air, showing off her prowess in the gym with a perfect squat. Adding to my embarrassment was the fact that even after being held aloft in the air, I couldn’t stop my hips from twitching as my diaper grinded against her buff arm as she made her way down one of the seating pews and delivered me to Kara, “I believe this pamper packer belongs to you?” She placed me in Kara’s arms, the pair of dominant women refusing to let me touch the ground at all as my Mommy sat back down with me resting in her lap.

Nervously smiling up at Olivia, Kara winked at the Maid of Honor. “Thanks, Olivia. We still on for dinner next Friday?” she said, making a point of asking in front of me.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” responded Olivia, returning Kara’s seductive glance as she presented me with more headpats, “I can’t wait to get to know you more, JJ. I get the feeling we’re gonna be great friends.” Taking the time to look longingly into Kara’s eyes, she abruptly turned and rushed back to the head of the ceremony so that the wedding could continue, leaving me alone with Mommy for the first time since we’d arrived.

“Did you have fun today, cutie, because Mommy certainly did,” said Kara, ruffling my hair with her chin as “Here Comes the Bride” started to play. The two of us watched as Maggie and her father approached her soon-to-be husband. Well, one of us watched. I was too busy bouncing atop my plushy padding in hopes of making stickies before the ceremony concluded. At the end of it all, no matter how much I protested and despaired, I knew deep down that this was not only the role in life I deserved but the role I wanted, which was a feeling that only strengthened as Kara leaned in next to my ear and whispered, “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to be Mommy’s flower girl too.”

Nuzzling my face into Kara’s cleavage, I looked up at her with doughy, loving eyes, “I’d wuv dat Mommy.”

THE END.

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starryglitterdreams · 2 months

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after the going through the initial euphoric/excitement stage of fulfilment, i am now overwhelmed with CALM and PEACE. or you could say i feel NOTHING because of how natural it feels to embody this new state. the new suit is no longer new and it no longer feels weird to be wearing it. it's just part of my lifestyle now.

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sopeiism · 11 months

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“CRY FOR THE CAMERA.” : CHOSO KAMO !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “AY, PAPITO, HOLD STILL.”

⠀IN WHICH .. choso is feeling needy for the day. he wants no one but his lover who would do anything to help the man with the sultry lifestyle he chose to live; the woman aiding her man’s needs.

⠀GENRE .. camboy!choso xx dominant!reader. established relationship. smut. drabble (1.1k).

⠀CONTENTS .. mdni. nsfw. no plot/plotless. unprotected sex. bondage. gagging. choking. overstimulation. crying. voyeurism. handjob. blowjob. pet names (papito & baby). malebottom. femdom.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WHIMPERS AND cries of ecstasy muffled against the woman’s lips whilst her tongue roamed the inside of her lovers mouth. Their lips moved in sync with one another, as if they were handcrafted just for each other.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Saliva coaxed their mouths like no other, Choso attempting to deepen the kiss any chance he got. Yet, [Y/N]’s stern grip on his collar held him against the leather seat of his desk chair. The way they were intertwined felt as if there’d be nothing that could pull them apart.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How her fingers interlocked with the collar she buckled around his neck, pinning him beneath her with minimal strength; yet, he could barely fight against it. How her intoxicating scent clogged each and every sense of smell he had, nothing but pure coconut filling the aroma.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The way she towered over him would be considered threatening, yet the man loved every bit about it. He adored the way she made him feel smaller, wanting nothing more than such.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was slouched above him, one hand’s finger curled into the collar he wore, her lips never leaving his as his tears stained his adorably bright red cheeks. Her opposite hand was grasping at the base of his dick, maneuvering up and down while precum trickled down the sides.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The base of her thumb would rub through the slit of his tip, Choso’s mouth falling open ajar from the euphoric endurance it put him through. Each time her fingers glided across the prominent veins on his erection, his eyes would roll back even farther than before.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cold shivers swirled up his spine anytime she caused any sort of friction against him, the man struggling relentlessly against the firm ropes that held his limbs in place; along his bare body. He’d cry and squirm in his chair, [Y/N] simply tugging on his collar each time, alerting him to behave himself for the camera.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Ay, papito, hold still.” the woman slurred against his lips, her voice alone causing more precum to find its way all over her fingers.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Tugging his bottom lip between her teeth just after, [Y/N] released her finger from the chain; smoothly wrapping her calloused hand around his neck and planting one last stern kiss against Choso’s lips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pulling away from the oh so desperate man below her, [Y/N] observed how he tried to follow after her lips— slyly grinning and pulling the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. It surely was a sight for sore eyes how the man was a breathless mess, along with being tied up so intricately.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His arms were pulled behind his back, broad chest and shoulders heaving up and down with every breath he took. It was picture perfect within [Y/N]’s eyes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Glancing over at the camera Choso had delicately set up on his desk, [Y/N] reached for it and pulled it to her, showing off Choso’s state for all of his viewers to see. They were paying big bucks to watch her tease him, so she was going to make sure they got their fair share.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Just look at him. Crying because I won’t let him cum. Ay que lindo.” ( Oh how cute ) [Y/N] proded, biting down on her index finger’s nail while moving the camera close to Choso’s face so the viewers saw exactly how rosy his cheeks were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After a moment, the woman gently placed the tripod back on the desk and shoved the cloth back into Choso’s mouth, kissing his cheek just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] began to gradually lower herself on her knees in front of Choso, her hands gliding down his thighs with the tips of her acrylics grazing his blazing skin ever so slightly. The soft touch of them had Choso subconsciously bucking his hips, whines dragging out of his mouth all the while.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His moans and groans were muffled by the cloth [Y/N] shoved into his mouth, the man biting down on it whilst he watched his lover tease him more than she already has.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Once the base of her tongue made contact with the bottom of his dick, the cold metallic ball of her tongue piercing shot needles through the man’s skin, sighs of relief mumbling between the ruffles of the gag. [Y/N] giggled to herself at the reaction she earned from her simple action, proceeding to drag her tongue along his erection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When she got to the tip, she only took half of it in her mouth and allowed her tongue to swirl the slit of it. Gazing up at Choso through her lashes; the rest of her hands pumping and twisting the base of his dick. It was thick, veins coating it and protruding the sides, the length anything but small.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The woman kept her throat nice and relaxed for her man, taking him deeper and deeper in with every other head bob. Slick began to build up all along the sides of his length, the liquids causing [Y/N]’s fingers to glisten under the LED lights that decorated the office room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”O-Oh- fuck! baby! P-P-Please- A-h p-please let me come. Please, oh- fuck! Please!” Choso managed to cry out in pleasure in between moans after alas pushing the cloth from between his teeth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀All [Y/N] could do was laugh at the man’s patheticness, watching as genuine tears rolled down his burning face that was beat red.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, her gagged reactions would cause vibrations to ricochet all across Choso’s length, earning hip bucks in return. The reaction would proceed to cause [Y/N] to continue to gag, the cycle repeating itself whilst she repeatedly moved her head along his erection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Before the woman had any time to react to such an abrupt hip buck from Choso, his hot sticky substance decorated all over the inside of her mouth and traveled down her throat. His load was huge, thanks to all the teasing and taunting caused by yours truly.

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