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ribbonprincess · 2 months

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"Do a lil twirl for me,yeah...your ass looks so good baby." Rafe chuckles,fixing his pants as they tightened around his crotch,the sight of you in a tiny white mini skirt the reason.

"You like it rafey? I bought It thinking of you" "yeah,no shit- you used my credit card" he chuckles. Moving from his spot on the bed,he walks over you,laying his hands on your hips as he squishes the skin. "You should wear it today while I go golfing,you can look pretty in the cart and if you're good enough daddy will buy you a drink."

He smiles before tilting his head down to press his lips against yours as you whine almost immediately,slapping his chest "my lipgloss! you just smeared it all over,daddy." Turning around to face the mirror as you try to deescalate the situation of your almost ruined makeup,dabbing at the area around your lips with a beauty blender.

"Yeah yeah,'s just lip gloss,it's nothing serious." Gasping dramatically you turn around,hand on your chest as if you've been shot as you point a finger at his chest "'s not just lipgloss.."

Chuckling to himself Rafe presses a kiss against your shoulder "I'm sorry cupcake, daddy's being mean yeah?" Nodding as you run your manicured fingers over his jawline,pressing your chest against his,making your tits more visible as you smile softly- a tragic contrast to your action.

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As you sit prettily in the golf cart,sipping at your drink while watching rafe play with his friends,you can't help but feel lonely,so you decide to approach as he stands a few feet behind the others. "rayray?"

Turning around almost immediately Rafe's expression softens a bit before turning hard. "What are you doing here,told you to sit in the cart" "Yeah... I know,but I missed you" Emphasizing your words you run a hand over his chest,playing with the button of his slacks.

"Missed me huh?" Looking over his shoulder he shouts a quick "Little lady is feeling sick!" Before dragging you over the Golf cart and driving over a more secluded area of the field,covered by trees and bushes.

"Since you've been missing me sooo much,might as well show it. C'mon get on your knees" Taking one last look around you move to your knees on the moist grass,quickly unbuckling his belt as you pull down his pants and boxer just as much needed. Wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft you kiss the vein that runs on the underside of it, resulting in a harsh tug of your hair. "Don't fucking tease me."

Wrapping your lips around his tip before slowly moving down,twisting your hand around what you couldn't fit "Deeper...I've trained you better than this,kid" Rafe mumble from above you,shoving your head down until you gag harshly,tears already pooling at your lash line. "Yeah,there you go...nice and warm for me." Looking up through your clamped wispy lashes you start to move your head again,twirling your tongue around his length like a popsicle as Rafe groans from above you "Got myself the best girl,right? Sucking my dick like this where everyone can pass by"

Nodding as best as you can,you pull off him with a loud "pop". "Wanna make you feel good,daddy." Smiling to himself, Rafe wipes at your saliva coated lower lip before bringing your mouth back on him with a satisfied moan,brushing some strand of hair that have fallen over your face away. "Fuck,keep doing that and I'm gonna cum. You want daddy to cum in your mouth? Yeah,you do."

Meeting you midway as he thrust into your mouth,giving you no time to react or even understand. "shit- 'm cumming" As his rhythm gets sloppier,you suck around his tip holding onto his thigh as you feel a milky substance flood your mouth. Breathing loudly he pulls you away from him as he smirks "Show me your tongue,angel" showcasing your tongue with a proud smile you look up at him in search of praise. "good girl,what do we say now?" "thank you daddy!"

#first long drabble what do we think?#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #outer banks x reader #rafe cameron thoughts #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #drew starkey x reader #🎀princess

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teyamsatan · 6 months

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➸ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ!ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ

pairings: simon "ghost" riley x female!reader

a/n: i wrote this for the "praise/degradation" kinktober prompt and it could fit both jake sully and ghost so i decided to publish it for ghost. is it self-plagiarism to just copy paste it and post it for dilf!jake, too? asking for a friend

warnings: pwp under the cut (18+ mdni), pet names (doll, love, princess, kid), implied age gap, slight degradation, some praise, semi-public i guess??

wc: >400 words

ghost masterlist (x)

“Feels… so… good… fuck!”

Bouncing on your lieutenant's cock in a hidden bush after excusing yourself from target practice was not on your list of things to do today, but then again… it never was. But you just couldn’t help it, not when there he was, so fucking hot, giving orders, showing trainees how to shoot all the different guns in the army's arsenal, not when your underwear was uncomfortably sliding against your swollen folds, dripping in slick. The people will be fine practising on their own for a while, right? After all, the target was right there, all they had to do is… aim at it… right?

“Fucking hell, kid…” Ghost's voice was gravelly and low, the thick accent mixing beautifully with the gritty groans that escaped him as you twitched around his length with every thrust that threatened to bruise your already aching cervix. It was maddening, the pace he set, the way he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards to be even deeper in your tight, soaked pussy, the need to be closer, to feel you, to fill you, ever present and ever growing.

“You look so good taking my cock. So good.”

The best you can do in response is a faint moan, so focused on maintaining the pace he set, thoughts overflowing with how good he felt, how much it all was, how when he pulled the mask slightly upwards and captured your nipple in his mouth, sucking while circling your sensitive clit with his thumb, it all made tears prick at your eyes painfully and free flow down your face as the orgasm drew closer and closer with each passing moment.

“Couldn’t even wait 'til the end of practice, could you? My desperate, needy slut. Always have to have all your little holes stuffed, eh?”

HIs words always had such power to bring you to your knees, or to your orgasm, the feeling overtaking all of your senses, white noise all you were able to see and hear as he continued abusing your convulsing cunt.

“Squeezing me so well, gonna make me cum all over this pretty pussy. But I’m not done yet, love.”

It took no effort on his part to pull you off him and manhandle you in a new position, barely managing to hold your own weight on all fours, so spent and overwhelmed from the onslaught of sensations he was so good at eliciting in you and for you.

“Come on, doll. Face down, ass up. Gotta make sure to fill you up until everyone on that field knows how much you like being fucked until you’re dripping from all sides.”

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dante-mightdie · 23 days

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Sorry but with viking johnny you mentioned chief price, I would love to read what you have to say about him, like I'm foaming at the mouth for him at all times

c/w: price is a big scary brute of a man, he is not gentle at all, loss of virginity, p in v sex, dub-con

you’ve gotta be a strong one to take on this beast. he’s not as soft as johnny, taking a wife purely for convenience and to empty his balls into late at night

your wedding night with him was far from romantic, sitting next to him for most of the night whilst he barely said a word. waited until everyone drank themselves silly before excusing you both for the night

doesn’t say a word when he gets you back to his chambers, stripping your wedding gown off and telling you to lay down on the bed. you hadn’t really comprehended what exactly you were getting yourself into when you married him until he had stripped his armor off

he’s an enormous brute of a man, burly chest and arms littered with faded scars and tattoos which are now buried under a forest of thick, dark body hair. his cock rests between his legs, too heavy to even stand up when erect. instead it just twitches and leaks precum onto his hairy thigh <3

stands between your legs, stroking his cock and staring down at your slick cunt

“I’m your first?” he grunts out, spitting onto your slit and dragging his tip through your folds. your hands rest on your tummy, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you shake your head

“pity for you.” is his curt response before he flips you over, manhandling you onto your hands and knees

one of his rough, meaty paws raises in the air and comes down on your ass with a crack. you let out a loud gasp and jerk away from him, only for him to grab your hip and pin you into place

“breathe.” is the only warning you get before he lines his cock up with your entrance and fills you up all the way to the brim, his bush of pubic hair dampening against your pussy

he keeps one hand splayed out over your back, keeping you in place as you thrash and whine from the sudden intrusion. the force of his first thrust completely knocking the air out of your lungs

“jus’ keep breathin’” he’d instruct before wrapping your hair into a ponytail around his fist, planting one foot onto the mattress and keeping one on the floor as he begins to buck his hips up into you

when he’s done he’ll let your limp body rest against his chest, small exhausted groans escaping your lips as he grabs the goblet of wine next to the table and guzzles it down. he’ll leave some for you, gripping your chin and pouring it down your throat <3

#captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #captain john price #john price #captain price #price #john price x reader #chief!price

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astralnymphh · 6 months

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lorddd let this woman breed meeeeeeee flipp me overr rawdog meeee poleaseeeeeee i am cawing i am barking i am losing sight in my left foot godddd

bonus nsfw blurb ☆

she would so fuck you in front of or against a mirror, poised from behind, jeans piled at her ankles and your bottoms thrown to god knows where, picking your leg up, thrusting into you and snaking her free arm around to toy with your clit. peppering your labored shoulders with bites, arms holding onto her hips from behind for dear life while she mutters, "you lookin' at my cock babe? better be, m'not fucking you in front of a mirror for nothing." might even try to wedge her fingers in your cunt, strap still thrusting in there, it fucking excites her knowing she can spread you wide. wide enough to break tears, to crack a groan. inches her torso away from you, tugging the hem of her tank up and nicking it between her teeth just so it'd show off her stomach, toned abdomen fixtured by a v–line and small freckles, barely visible auburn bush, crotch bashing into your pussy with sweaty, hot smacks and purely loving the view she's got of you from behind. "arch that back for me baby, c'mon– little more, wanna get deep in that pussy." admittedly, very much a draft idea I've had for so long, it was abt ellie fucking you inside a jackson boutique dressing room or sumn. never got to it, unsure if the idea would serve 🥱 maybe one day..

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie smut #ellie williams pictures #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams brainrot #lesbian #sapphic

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sooniebby · 6 months

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Random thought… suddenly in my older men phase.. Trans masc reader, use of pussy, cunt, heat, folds. You’re 20 and the guy is 40.. no set character for this one! Creampies <3

Now… you’d always thought the max difference in age you’d allow in dating would be five.. not twenty. But it wasn’t like you were searching for this. He was just looking for someone to take care of his home as a live in maid. And you were a broke college student, needing a home and some cash.

And one thing led to another..

Which is how you find yourself gripping the glass table beneath you. You had just clean this damn table so you were a bit upset but all you could really think about was the man between your legs.

His grip tightened on your legs, keeping them apart as his tongue licked your cunt. His free hand occasionally rubbed your clit—causing you to flinch and thrust up into his mouth.

Your moans were filling the dining room. His tongue licking between your folds. The table beneath you creaked and squeaked as your body was gently rocked from the force of him eating you out.

You bit your lip, feeling his prominent nose accidentally rub against your clit. It was definitely one of your favorite features on his body.. besides his cock.

But even as you begin to whine for his cock, he was focused solely on you, one of his hands reaching down to slip two fingers inside of you.

It was slow at first—his fingers just starting to stretch you open. But like always, he began to thrust his fingers in and out, causing your body to shake as the pleasure began to feel like too much.

“W…wait!”

You’d whine, legs shaking as he continued to make sure you couldn’t clamp them shut. His hands were so big compared to your body, easily holding you down. Was it his age…? Or just the fact he still found the time to workout?

It didn’t take long before you cried out, cumming right into his mouth. But he’d always lap it up—despite your whimpers of it being “too much”. His fingers continued to stretch your pussy.

He pulled away from your legs, his lips wet from your cum. You always blushed in embarrassment even as he gave you a smile. It was his favorite “meal” of the day, so to speak. Though it was still embarrassing to think about.

He raised an eyebrow, pulling away from you as he watched you expectantly.

With a flushed face, you kept your legs wide open, your pussy the prize of the night for him.

“Please… Sir, I wanna cum again?”

He didn’t move, as if he wanted you to continue.

You tried to bush down any embarrassment. “I… wanna cum from your cock, Sir..” you whispered, looking away.

You only heard a soft laugh as suddenly you were harshly pushed down into the glass table. You could’ve sworn you heard a slight crack beneath you. But he didn’t seem to care about that.

He could always replace it, anyway.

Your legs were kept wide open as you felt his cock rest right against your cunt. He always teased you before fucking you. Letting his cock run down your slit, teasing you with it almost slipping inside.

He’d always enjoy your whimpers, your legs shaking and your body thrusting up, hoping to make him accidentally thrust inside. But he went by his own pace..

And he wouldn’t fuck you until he say you were desperate. When your eyes were prickling with tears and your lips pulled into a cute pout as he whimpered pleas..

Is when he fully grabs your waist, slamming his cock inside your stretched cunt. You’d always take him easily, legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked you purely for his own pleasure at this point.

Your hands always find themselves gripping his shoulder, tearing into his suit coat. He’s always fully clothed still compared to your naked or barely dressed body.

It keeps you in place. Your place, as his sweet little maid.

His cock always stretches you wide, causing you a pain and pleasure a dildo can’t. His thrusting causes your skin to slap together, creating the sound that fills the room with your constant mewls and screams.

It never takes long for your cunt to clamp around his thick cock and you’re cumming again. He doesn’t stop fucking you through it, holding you down on your stomach to keep you still during your second orgasm.

He slows down after a second as you try to catch your breath. But you know it’s not over yet.

He grabs your waists and picks you up, holding you close while his cock is still deep inside you. You’re tired and practically on the verge of sleep.. but you wrap your arms around his neck as he walks over to the bedroom.

As soon as he reaches the bed, he drops you onto the bed, his thrusts immediately continuing once more. You can only cry and moan in response—body overwhelmed. His hands keep tight on your waist, keeping you still.

His groaning always tells you he’s close. And once his thrusts become short and harsh, causing your body to shake violently, is when he finally cums.

It’s always deep inside of you. He stays still inside, making sure his full load releases as far as it can go. And once he pulls out, you shiver at the light feeling of cum slowly seeping out of your sore cunt.

He reached down and slowly pushed a small amount back inside of you, smirking at your small gasps at the feeling of his fingers.

You don’t even have to glance at his cock to know it’s still hard, still dripping precum.

You heard the sound of his coat falling to the ground and his shoes being taken off. His cock rubs against your cum filled pussy, still hard as it slowly presses back inside you.

He’s still hard and eager for round two..

Despite his age, he’s still as horny as a teenage..

Good thing you’re here to always satisfy him <3

Trying to get better at describing sex with a trans masc reader.. hopefully this was still good enough lol. Also just wanted to post a story so you guys know I’m still writing <3

Tag list: @kaedezu @the-ultimate-librarian @remdayz @smellwell @chill-guy-but-cooler @nakedtoasterr @iwishtobeacrow @mello-life69 @kiiyoooo @tomoeroi @tehyunnie @ofclyde @rhetorical-conscience

#bottom male reader #x male reader #sub male reader #male reader #smut drabble #mlm ns/fw #ftm ns/fw #ftm nsft

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iloveyouinred · 7 months

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Red Riding Hood: Wriothesley x Reader

𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, stalking, dubcon(?), creampie, breeding, dom!Wriothesley, hint of size kink.

He is like the wolf in your trail. Snooping around the red riding hood, prying for an opening to pounch on you. One thing he did not know, you will let him eat you alive if he asks.

"Once lived an awful wolf in the woods." Is a beginning of a story your grandma tells you countless times already. You sigh as her story plays in your head like a broken recording as you walk past the woods heading to your grandma's house. You swing the basket mindlessly as you follow the small path in the woods. Would have made it out if you didn't stop half way to pick a flower whose colour is gorgeous blue. "Don't stray from the main path." Your grandma's voice rings in your ear like a quiet reminder. You ignore her. Gulping once before you take a small step forward. Leaving the path completely with a few more steps. You are about to reach the flower, when you feel goosebumps rise all over your body. You freeze in place eyeing the dark bushes and shadow of the dense three leaves looming over the glowing bluish flower. You know you should not take the risk. You know. The flower is just too pretty to ignore. But the uneasy feeling in your heart overshadows your curiosity. So you step out of the way and quickly turn your body to go back to the small path.

Oh but you didn't make it. Not this time. You squint your eyes with a groan as you feel a sharp pain on your front that flattened to the ground. You can't really turn your head to face the big man that towers over your body. His hand pin your own behind your back. You tried to struggle under him, but stopped immediately when you felt his sharp nail tracing the surface of your neck. He slowly pulls down your red hood with that same finger that traces your neck. You refused to meet his eyes. But the man has a different plan, with thumbs and fingers grabbing your jaw, forcing you to face him.

"Bad girl. Didn't your grandma warn you not to stray from the right path?" His low voice followed with a raspy chuckle right beside your ear. Sending a strange vibration that makes your legs grow weak. You feel his nail tracing the side of your thigh. Before grabbing it and lifting it up to rubs what feels like a huge length in between your thigh, down till the tip brush over the skin of your belly. You let out a shaky breath when he slides himself to nudge your clit. Teasing it with his sluggish humping. His finger traces down your already wet hole before slipping in one finger, moving it to brush over your walls. Giving some kind of friction you never tasted before. As he adds more fingers in it, stretching you whilst finding the spot that makes your moans grow one pitch higher. He smiles contently as he watches your body trembling, your cunt greedily devouring his digits in with a loud squelch. He pulls out right before you came.

"No, little one. Not until you say 'please'." He teases you. Basically asking you to beg for him. Oh, you won't oblige though. But stay silent as you are afraid any sound you try to make will come out desperate. And his lips tug up in response.

"So stubborn, huh." He wastes no time in brushing his tip against your folds. Sliding it up and down a few times before he pushed it in slowly. Letting himself drown into your warmth. You gasp involuntarily. Trembling as he molds your inside to fit his size. You try to hold back your tongue, glossy eyes peeled to the path that is just a few steps from your reach. Yet moving was impossible as you felt his weight on you. Hand grips pushed you down to the soft ground. His sudden thrust makes you arch your back. Your mouth gaps in silence as moans fail to come out. While his groan accompanies it. The curve of his length inside of you feels like a huge hook. Stretching your insides while you choke and gasp at his movement. Your eyes rolled back as his hips tortured your hole with a rapid thrust, brushing against your g-spot. For a solid minute your body feels like it is beaten up nicely. The stimulation is overwhelming. Your mind was full with the way his thrust sends you over the edge again and again. Until at one point your mind goes blank as pleasure wash over you. You let out one high pitch moan, before your body shaking and gushing around his length. He takes a moment to savour the view of you losing your mind to his cock, before pounding into you restlessly, seeming to chase his own orgasms this time. You let out a choked moan as he pushed himself deep inside you. Positioning his thrust to meet your womb in a new angle. His grip on your thigh was so tight you think it will leave bruises. But you can't think of any of the aftermath as he force you to focus on the present- on how his cock pounding into your wet hole, meeting your spots nicely. Your body submits to him with every thrust he sends on your cervix. He feels your cunt sucking him in as if ready for him to breed you. Which makes him groan at the thought alone. You feel him twitch inside of you, only managing to let out muddled words along with moans. You feel heat accumulated in your lower abandonment, a trickle of drool rolled down to the edge of your chin at the sensation. It doesn't take long before he sends one deep thrust inside of you. You feel his warm fluid flooding your wombs as you come on him again.

"Wake up little girl." Him after pulling out of you. He fixed your clothes, giving back the basket of fruits that rolled around when he pounced on you. He holds your body up in his arms. Walking along the path until he can see the way out of the woods. You almost stumbled to the ground when he lowered you down to stand on your own feet. He holds your hand to help you walk for a bit before letting go. You look back to see him wave you goodbye.

"Be a good girl and listen to your grandma next time." He gives you a toothy grin that makes you flinch. Hurriedly scurry off to continue your way to Grandma's. Though you don't promise to heed your grandma's warning next time.

#catch up w me at the court of fountain and press charges so we can duel🤺#wriothesley #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #genshin x female reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #dom x sub #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader smut

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mymerit · 4 months

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pragatiplastic · 3 months

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#ZEDEX #BUSHING #THRUST #SLIDING

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onelittlespiral · 16 days

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FML: Urged

I think this was the photo that got me in. Of course I get the appeal now. But at the time I thought I was just messaging some other random torso on the apps. I was supposed to just be in and out, no strings attached. After all, he wasn’t my usual type. Looked like a roided out gym rat: bit of a gut; dark, wiry hair; and thick muscles. But muscles weren’t the thickest thing about him, and who was I to pass up a good time?

So I went over to his place. I wasn’t surprised when it was a loft above a small gym. Seemed like the ideal spot for the kind of guy. What I was not expecting was the apartment itself to be so…nice? Normal? I was prepared to get fucked on a twin-sized mattress on the floor, no frame, with sweaty clothes rotting around me. But the apartment had some character. He even offered me something to drink before we got started, in an actual glass. Maybe I needed to raise my standards. We chatted, flirted a bit as I finished my water and let things get hot from there. We kissed in the kitchen, made out in the living room, and worked our way back to his bedroom as sweatshirts, belts, shirts, pants, and straps trailed behind us.

As I positioned a pillow under myself, he took off his wife beater, the last barrier between us. The shirtless torso that seduced me was on full display as I rubbed his chest. As he leaned in to kiss me, I felt engulfed by this bear of a man, skin electric where I felt his hair ticking my bare chest. My senses felt heightened as I tasted cheap beer on his breath and smelled a deep musk of sweat, cum, and Old Spice, more in line with what I had expected from him. He ran his calloused hands over my chest and abs before finally taking up position over my trembling body. I wanted him in a way I hadn’t felt since I was a teen. Normally I would want to talk a bit more, at least give a safe word. But as he surrounded me and I felt his presence, my brain flipped a switch as my body instinctively relaxed for him. There were no thoughts to be had as my mind was consumed by his rich scent, the pleasure of his cock slowly stretching out my ass, and his intense gaze set on my fluttering eyes. At last I felt his bush pressed against my clenching ass. He lingered for just a moment, every throb of his member sending shivers through my body. He leaned in and whispered, “You feeling good, baby?”

I could only moan a bit in response. Feeling his weight bear down on me and his cock in my ass left no room for words. He shoved his pit in my face and I instinctively took a deep huff. Any resistance and tension left in my body released. I felt filled by him, just a vessel for his use. I was about to stick out my tongue when he pulled back and repositioned himself. He held my shoulders as he began moving his hips.

As he slowly began to fuck me, I felt him reach new depths within myself.

“There you go, much better. Let yourself just float”

I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to. His cock methodically jackhammering my hole had my body riding wave after wave of pleasure. Then, I felt him tense up a bit as his cock swelled just a bit more telling me what was to come. He buried it deep as a pressure built within myself. A few more thrust from him and I shot my load over his furry chest. My mind could no longer handle it. I slipped off into a void of pure bliss, as this stranger collapsed on top of me, feeling his damp fur against my body and filling my senses once again with his musk.

I woke up the next day back in my own bedroom. No one else around. No signs of trouble. No clue how I got back. If the whole experience hadn’t been so vivid, I would have thought I dreamt the whole thing. But as I rolled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, one change became very clear.

Seemingly overnight I had lost my smooth skin and dirty blonde curls. In its place was hair. Thick, dark, course hair. It covered my chest, my arms, my back, even my crotch. I was shocked but, also, something else began to tickle at my brain. I took off my tank to get a better look at the forest. I flexed my muscles and admired the way it coated my chest and seemed to exaggerate its size. I hit a double bicep pose and smelled a familiar scent. The scent of sweat and heat and masculinity. My mind flooded with images of that night as my cock stood at attention. I shoved my face into my own pit as I bagan jacking off in front of the mirror, admiring my new body. It felt strange but satisfying, watching this stranger in the mirror mimic my every move as I lusted for him. I didn’t realize how far I had gone until I saw the stream hitting the mirror. It was hot, but something still didn’t feel right. As I cleaned up the restroom, I picked up my razor and considered cleaning myself up a bit. But as I lifted it to my face, I noticed my newly hairy pits. Exposing them, the scent of last night invaded my mind again and I couldn’t follow through. I finished getting dressed and I left for the day. With a busy schedule, maybe I could get some answers tomorrow. I think that was the last chance I had to do something, divert from the path laid out for me. But looking back, I don’t know if I would have changed a thing.

No day was as sharp a change as the first, but each morning as I looked myself in the mirror, something was a bit different. Maybe it was the sharpness of my jaw. Or were my pecs always this swoll? One week I swore my feet were growing larger. There is no way that they always slapped the ground like that. But my shoes always fit perfectly. Heck I may even need a new pair soon. My joggers were beat up as hell and reeked when I took them off after my Saturday runs. But soon it was the days that I couldn’t find anything that looked different that began to worry me most. Had I always thought so much about the bodies of the men around me? Did people always talk so fast? But as life slipped back into routine. Soon I began to question myself. Why had I worried so much about any changes? Things never actually seemed out of place, and I worked out hard to get these gains. I had been going to the gym for years and had spent tears perfecting my splits. After about two months. I stopped worrying at all. Until finally, one day I woke up and looked myself in the mirror, I saw the same man who greeted me for years.

I was a sweaty gym rat. Always had been. Always would be. I took a deep huff of my own funk, and rubbed my muscles. But everything fell into place, something felt missing. I shouldn’t have to keep this godly body and musk to myself. For the first time in a while, I hopped onto the apps and started scanning through. God, all these old matches were terrible. Why did I used to have such a thing for those muscled-up college boys? They couldn’t grow a beard if their lives depended on it. Besides, I think I wanted someone a little more…submissive. Scrolling through, my eyes caught on this young 20-something twink. Something about him reminded me of someone…someone I used to know. His lithe body, tight curls, and skimpy clothes told me he was a bottom before I clicked on his profile. A few messages back and forth, and he was on his way.

He walked in the door and it was all I could do to contain myself. Something deep within me wanted my seed deep in his ass. I needed him to worship me. I wanted him to become just like me. I had no patience as my body acted on instinct. I stripped my shirt and calmly approached, placing my hand against the wall behind him. As my masculinity and musk washed over the twink, I watched as his eyes fluttered a bit and knew his mind was submitting.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked plainly.

“Ye-yes, sir.”

I grinned as I understood fully now just what had happened to me, and the power I held. But watching this twink practically trembling in front of me, maybe I was even better than my captor had been.

I gave him a quick kiss as I lead him to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to make another man in my image.

#male transformation #transformation #reality change #musk #bro #hypnosis #fml #muscle tf

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diejager · 7 months

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Dadbod!Nik and Price from this idea cw: smut, rough sex, soft sex, overstimulation, somnophilia, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any.

Dadbod!Nik and Price on their own was a lot, especially when he got hungry. Nikolai would pull you aside from whatever you were doing and bend you over the table, tugging your shorts down and stuffing you full with his dripping cock. Stuffing you with erratic thrusts, panting loudly in your ear, and when he’s tired, he has you fucking back against him, hips swaying back and forth to push and roll your hips.

Price was more vocal, calling you over with his gruff voice and coaxing you to straddle his lip. As the Captain of TF141, he’s tired and stressed most of the time, so he has you ride him, hands holding your hips while your knees buckled with each bounce. His stomach and pecks bobbing when he rutted back, forcing you down onto his angry cock.

But together, it’s hell on earth, they get rough and mean, pushing and pulling you forward and backward. Together, they have you take them at the same time, cooing ad singing praises at you before sneering and spitting insults, degrading you to a whore. They have you sprawled on the couch, throat gagging around Price, swallowing him down while your tongue pressed against the pulsing vein under his cock; and cunt taking Nikolai’s harsh thrusts, his bulbous tip bullying your spongy cervix with mean intent.

You’re drooling all over Price, around the base of his cock, wetting the lazily trimmed bush and happy tail and down his heavy balls, still full of potent cum. Your cunt was sloppy, painting a white ring at the base of Nik’s cock, gaining in colour every time he bottomed out. The force behind Nik’s thrust drove Price deeper down your throat, your chokes ringing out in the room with their low grunts and soft groan.

They switch places every now and then, making sure that they can fill your stomach and womb with their mixed load. They don’t stop until you’re limp and exhausted, arms unable to grab at anything and legs unable to hold you up, having to depend on them to eat, drink and shower for the rest of the day.

If you asked them to be soft and nice, they can be and they will be! They’ll be nice and patient with their hands and mouths with Price lapping at your cunt, thumb rubbing circles over your twitching clit, and with Nik fondling your nipples and lips peppering your face and neck with loving kisses. They can be caring and loving if you ask, but they make you needy and whiny, their soft touches ending up being teasing and edging you until you burst in tears, begging them to be rough.

Even when you want them to be soft, they’re always mean, down right cruel. You’re so overstimulated - being edged for by them for hours - by the time they shrug their briefs off that you come undone the moment Price pressed his leaky cock against your slick hole. You’re trapped between their round stomachs, hair scratching your soft skin as they alternate cocks, Nik pushing in when Price pulled out, and vice versa.

They keep slamming into you until you’re in tears and unconscious, painting your walls white with opaque cum from the heavy balls of a middle-aged man. Even when you’re gone, they’re still pounding away, hands leaving bruises on your skin and your body sore. They’ve soaked the couch in their sweat, cum and your tears by the end of the night.

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Simon, price, and Johnny love hairy pussy prove me wrong

(i don't see gaz to be the type to enjoy a hairy reader, i think he prefers you to be shaven, while keeping himself smooth as well. doesn't like being itchy...)

IT'S THE TRUTH.

johnny loves the idea of it being spontaneous, not something you were expecting or planned. he adores the thought of winning you over, to the point where you allow him to fuck you despite being unprepared. he will rub his slick, swollen cock back and forth against your sensitive clit, feeling your pubes against his veiny shaft, his head thrown back at the fantasies swarming his mind.

simon likes the ticklish feeling of your pubes against his hung balls while he's easing into you. you're on all fours, back arched, and your tight cunt spread out around his thick, meaty dick. his voice is deep and hoarse as he ruts into you, your walls clamping down around his length, and the feeling of your hairy cunt grazing against his balls with each thrust leaves him with laborious breathing.

price is hairy himself; it's not a surprise that he also enjoys a hairy reader to indulge in. he's similar to johnny in the sense that you didn't prepare for this, that he'd won your pussy over. but price encourages you to keep yourself hairy, enjoying himself as he eats your wet, glossy, hairy pussy out, his eyebrows furrowed together and his breathing short and strained. his tongue flicks your clit teasingly, burying his nose in your bush. the strong scent of your sweet arousal leaves him light-headed and agonisingly horny.

#orla speaks #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #cod soap #john soap mctavish x reader #ghost cod #mw2 ghost #call of duty ghost #cod ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price #price x reader #captain price #price cod #price call of duty #john price mw2 #mw2 price

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Accidentally Drinking an Aphrodisiac and Aemond Helps You Out

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, aphrodisiac, rough sex, desperate sex, needing to come, dub-con, teasing, loss of virginity, gaslighting, sort of blackmail, creampie, mentioned future pregnancy

A/N: The trailer coming out when I'm on my period is not good cause that's when I'm at my most feral.

The wine was very obviously spiced with something. As soon as you drank it your body started throbbing, heat, the uncomfortable yet familiar kind, spreading through your body and pooling between your legs. Aemond, your crush and current protector took notice of your plight. He took it upon himself to help you. To the public, who knew you were poisoned with something, it meant escorting you to your chambers and finding the culprit. To Armond it meant taking care of you, and taking your virginity in the process.

"This is... we should not be doing this. It feels wrong but... I need you, please, I need you." You begged and hugged him ever closer as he pushed his cock into you. Everything burned, every touch and every kiss, you were so dizzy, barely made it to the bed.

Aemond cooed into your ear, shushing you, "Princess, you must be quiet. Begging does not suit one such as you. Nor would a servant walking in and seeing you with your legs in the air for me." His comments, however truthful, made your face burn. "Opening your legs like so, your cunt eager to have a cock, it's so tight inside you. Have you been craving me all this time? I bet you have."

"Only in the past few months." Perhaps what you drank was also a truth serum because under normal circumstances you would have never confessed to this. "I always wanted to know what a cock feels like. But I only wanted your cock Aemond, no one else's. Is that selfish of me?"

"It is. It's alright, you're allowed to be selfish. You crave me, and I will give you all the pleasure you can take." Aemond's lips bush briefly against yours. "And I will make you mind, I will make your cunt remember what my cock feels like, may you never forget it." His hand pressed against your lower stomach, the added pressure along with the thrust made your eyes roll back, "Princess, if I come inside you, then you do know of course, that you have to marry me."

"M-Marry? My father already chose a-!" Your words died on your lips, replaced by loud moans as his cock pumped you full of seed. "You actually..."

"I did. I do not give a damn what your father decided, which sorry bastard he chose for you. You are mine, my Princess, you carry my seed, you gave your virginity to me, you will be my wife as well. Or... do you want everyone to know what a whore you actually are?"

You closed your legs almost instinctively, only for them to push him closer. "I am not." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Of course now Princess. But your kingdom will see you as such, your family as well. Is that what you want? All because you were poisoned and couldn't keep your legs closed as a result? I do not want that for you. So I am offering again, will you be my wife?" He was looking out for you, that's all it was, Aemond always looked out for you didn't he?

"If you will have me then, I would be honored to be your wife." Something shone in his eye, brief but it was there before he kissed you again.

"Good. Then, shall we make sure we are fully compatible?" He rolled you on top of him, eliciting a gasp when you were fully sat on his cock, the cum pouring out and onto his stomach and the bed sheets. The night was spent in lustful abandon. Afterwards you were too tired to notice him putting his clothes back on, and the small glass bottle that he pocketed.

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Snake in the Garden Pt 3~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello guys, and welcome to the third installment of Snake in the Garden! This chapter is a bit longer than the first two, so I hope you enjoy the extra words. I'm excited to bring in the next chapter for you all and I bet Lucifer will be happy to see you too! The taglist is still open, so if you're interested in joining comment down below! As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 3048

Warnings: Non-Con Kissing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Marriage, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

I shook as I locked the bathroom door behind me. I had left Lucifer in his workshop while I claimed I needed to do my business. Even with him so far away I was still so nervous. After I made sure nobody was around, I started emptying the pockets of my pants. I was keeping different colored pieces of fabric on my person and taking them out felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Setting them on the counter, I went into the cabinet below the sink and pulled out my secret. In the privacy of the bathroom I was building a rope. Over the past few weeks I had been collecting different fabric from all around the palace. Napkins, towels, shirts, nothing was free from my building process. Sitting on the toilet, I grabbed my newly acquired material and tied it to the end of the rope. The rope itself was quite long and only a few more pieces would need to be added in order for it to reach the full height out of the window. Satisfied with my work, I put it back in the cabinet and went on my way back to the workshop.

My days passed by slowly and I was counting down to when I could finally escape. Lucifer was getting touchy feely more than ever. It was so bad I couldn’t go a minute without his hands on me. I tried to tell him to stop but that just made his body get closer to mine and his grip to get a bit tighter. I absolutely hated it. His courting was getting worse too. Every day I’d wake up to a new rubber duck or bouquet of flowers being thrusted at my face, a wide smile on his face and a blush spreading from cheek to cheek. The only time I could find for myself was using the bathroom either for bathing purposes or other forms of business.

One day I found myself in the dining room eating breakfast. Lucifer sat across from me reading his newspaper. However he seemed very fidgety as his leg kept bouncing underneath the table and his claws were tapping the paper in his hands. I was a bit nervous as I had never seen him act like this before and I wasn’t sure what was to come from it. After our plates were cleared, Lucifer came to my side and took me by the hand. He gave it a quick kiss before leading me through the glass doors to outside. We walked to a spot on the property I haven’t been to yet. We stopped by a small gazebo and inky black arms wrapped around my waist. “Ta da!”

One of his arms gestured to the dead grass in front of us. I was confused until I saw it change to a healthy green color. Amazed, I watched as bushes of flowers popped up from the ground and a tree with some apples grew before my very eyes. Rows upon rows of vegetables magically appeared as well. I gasped at how beautiful the scenery was before me. “I’d like to present to you your very own garden. I’ve been thinking of gifting this to you for a while but I couldn’t find the right moment. What do you think?”

I was speechless. All of this was for me? I understood this was part of his courting but the gesture was super nice.

“It’s…it’s beautiful, Lucifer. Thank you.”

He gasped and turned to me. His eyes lit up and a huge smile went from one red cheek to the other. “Was that a thank you I heard? Please hold the applause! Can we hear that one more time?”

I giggled. “Thank you.”

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome, darling. How about you take a look around while I grab some paperwork.”

He kissed my forehead and then poofed away in a cloud of red smoke. I coughed a bit as the smoke cleared and waved my hand to try and move it away faster. From where I stood, I could see the hole in the fence and as much as it called to me, I stayed put. I just needed some more time and then I’d be free. While Lucifer was away I walked around my newly acquired garden and smiled. It was actually quite the spectacle, but who could expect less from the Sin of Pride?

Suddenly in a flash, Lucifer returned with a butt load of papers in his hand. “Did you have a chance to look around, my dear?”

“I did.”

“Is it to your liking? I can always add in more shrubbery or substitute the flowers for something else.”

“No, it’s quite lovely. Thank you.”

He puffed out his chest and smiled. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that. Now before I begin my boring paperwork, is there anything I can get you?”

“Perhaps a trowel and a bucket?”

“Of course.”

He snapped his fingers and next to me on the grass appeared those two items. “I’ll just be over at this table so if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask, sweetie.”

“Will do.”

“Good girl. Have fun!”

True to his word, Lucifer sat at a small, white, metal table and began working on his stack of paperwork. I was curious to know what kind of contracts and other tasks the King of Hell had to accomplish, but I just ignored that wish. Turning to the apple tree I noticed some weeds, so I headed over. Kneeling down, I took the trowel and began to dig out the vermin and put them in the bucket. Everytime I dug out a weed it seemed like another one appeared. I growled and kept going, but the process was soon becoming tedious. Just as I was about to give up, I heard chuckling coming from the table. I looked over to see Lucifer hiding his laughter behind one of his papers. “So you’re the reason I can’t get through this task. Get back to work, mister!”

I playfully shook my trowel at him and he gave a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

I laughed and went back to shoveling. Without Lucifer’s magic making more appear, weeding the apple tree went fairly quickly. After that was done, I moved onto the other bushes and rows of vegetables. It took me several hours but I was finally done weeding. I wiped the sweat off of my brow and let out a breath. It had been a while since I was able to do something I enjoyed in this hellhole. Walking over to the table, I sat down across from His Majesty. I set the bucket with the trowel and weeds inside on the grass. “Whatcha reading?”

“Monthly business reports from the different Sins. I doubt you’d find it entertaining. I certainly don’t.”

I had to chuckle. It was kind of funny to see this side of him. Wait a minute, what am I thinking?! Are you stupid?! He kidnapped you and is trying to court you! Get a grip, woman!

I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers. “Say, how about I take you out for dinner tonight. You’ve been so lovely here at home and I think we both deserve a treat.”

Oh you have no idea how wrong you are.

“Sounds nice. Anything you want me to wear?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he ran his claws up and down my arm. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I had to suppress a shudder. “That red dress we got you would be a nice statement piece. Really sell the whole ‘you’re mine’ ideology.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I know you’ll do the right thing.”

Yeah right.

I pulled my arm away so he’d stop touching it. “I was maybe going to go read in the library if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course, my dear. I’m almost done here so I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

I nodded and began to walk away. I heard him hum so I turned to look at him. He seemed so happy as he signed something. I almost felt bad for leaving him shortly but then I reminded myself of all the things he had done to me. Keep your focus, Y/n. Don’t lose sight.

I grunted and made my way inside to the library on the second floor. When I got there I walked over to one of the various bookcases. There were ten in total and each one reached the high vaulted ceiling. I scanned the titles of some of the books and landed on a fantasy novel, The Last Human. Quite the odd book to have.

I peeled it from its brothers and sat down in one of the plush leather, burgundy armchairs. I opened it and began to read. A few hours passed as I read, Lucifer coming in to join me at some point. He chose the chair next to mine and I felt his fingers playing with my thigh. I tried to not pay much attention to it and concentrate on my book. The novel itself was quite interesting, a spin on The Last Unicorn if you will.

When night had fallen, the two of us changed. I donned the red, floor length garment that he wanted me to wear while Lucifer put on a black tuxedo. A servant drove us to the inner sanctum of the city and when we stopped His Majesty helped me out of the car. I thanked him and took the arm he held out. We walked into the posh looking restaurant and the cat hostess seemed surprised to see us. “Your Highness, welcome.”

“Hello. I placed a reservation for two earlier today.”

“Let me check the list.”

Her finger scanned down a piece of paper and then tapped a specific spot. “Here we are. Follow me please.”

She led us past several tables before we reached a table in the middle of the room. The table had a white tablecloth and vase with a rose in it. A candle in a glass bubble sat next to the vase in the center. Lucifer acted like a gentleman and pulled my chair out for me. He scooted it close before taking his seat. “Somebody will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.”

The hostess left us and not even a minute later an imp waitress appeared. “Hello, my name is Jenny and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get started for you two?”

“A bottle of your finest champagne, please.”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

She bowed and ran off. “Champagne? What’s the special occasion?” “What? A man can’t enjoy some fancy liquor with the woman he loves?”

He reached across the table and squoze my hand. I felt some heat rise to my cheeks and I looked away. The restaurant was quite packed. All the tables had some form of couple sitting at it. Our waitress returned with two tall glasses and a green bottle that read Beelzebub’s Special Brew. She popped the cork and poured some champagne into each of our glasses. “Now could I get you two something to eat?”

“Yes, just some pasta for both of us.”

“Of course, Sire. I’ll be out with that shortly.”

I watched as she ran off again. “I hope that was okay. I know you tend to favor pasta when Belfazaar serves it at home.”

“It’s fine.”

I grabbed my glass and took a sip. It was quite good, a bit on the sweeter side. “How is it?”

“Good. I’ll admit I haven’t had champagne since the last wedding I attended.”

At the mention of Earth, I could feel my aura dampen. While my “lover” tried to make my stay as homey as possible, I still longed for the green and blue planet. Lucifer must have noticed the mood change because the hand on top of mine caressed it lightly. “Still missing Earth, huh?”

I nodded. He sighed. “I thought I was making your stay in Hell quite cozy.”

“You have made it as comfortable as you can, Lucifer. Truly. I just miss my home is all.”

“Then perhaps I need to step up.”

Suddenly he stood and pulled out a black box. “Lucifer, what are you-”

I stopped when I saw him kneel. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. No, he couldn’t possibly be…

He opened the box and amongst the plush red velvet lay a golden ring made to look like a snake. Everyone in the restaurant started to gasp and I could see demons pull out their phones to record what was happening. “Please, don’t do this.”

The attention just made Lucifer more happy. “Y/n, I know you’ve been struggling with Hell lately. Trust me, I was there too once. However, I want to be by your side and make you comfortable, happy. More than anything I want to shelter and adore you. I think it’s time we made this official. Will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

My body stilled and my mind went blank. Everyone’s attention was on the two of us and the stares made my body flare up. I gulped. What should I do? What should I do?! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! If I accept, will I ever be able to go home? If I don’t, what will he do? He’s capable of so many things, what will he choose to do to me?

I could feel my breath getting stuck in my chest and my eyes started to water. Was it always this hot in here?

“I, I, I-”

“Please, Y/n. Make me the happiest man in all of Hell.”

He lifted the box a bit higher and the ring seemed to sparkle in the light. I looked into his eyes and could only find adoration there, them sparkling just like the ring. Everyone’s staring, just say something. JUST SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT!

“Y-YES!”

I slapped my hands over my mouth quickly but it was too late. Lucifer plucked the piece of jewelry out of the box and put it on my ring finger. He stood up and for the first time kissed my lips. My eyes widened and I went to push him away, but he grabbed my hands in a tight hold. Everyone around us was applauding and cheering us on and I just wanted to die inside. He pulled away and caressed my cheek lightly. “I love you, my dear.”

He sat himself back in his chair and smiled at me from across the table. I held my hand and looked at the piece of jewelry now adorning it. It was quite intricate for an engagement ring. Each one of the snake’s scales was engraved into the gold and a little diamond made up the eye. “Quite lovely, isn’t it? I’ve had that made since we first met. It feels nice to finally gift it to you.”

I was sick of looking at it, so I slid my hand under the tablecloth. So that’s why the courting had been ramped up recently. Because he was going to ask me to marry him.

“I thought it would be special to make it in the form we met in. That way it would be more meaningful to our relationship. I hope you like it, darling.”

I just nodded. I couldn’t force myself to say anything in case I said something rash and ruined my plan. Jenny came back to our table with two bowls and set them down. “Here we are. And congratulations on the engagement! I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

“Looks delicious, thanks!”

The two of us picked up our forks and began to eat. I slowly picked at mine and ate little bites while Lucifer talked. “So when do you want to have the wedding, darling? I was thinking a couple months from now when the Pentagram moon will be out. It’ll make the day even more special! Oh, we’ll have to get planning right away! I have so many ideas in mind, how about you?”

“I guess.”

“Are you alright, my little apple?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick actually. Could we maybe go home?”

“Of course, my dear. Let me just pay the check.”

Lucifer flagged down our waitress, paid the bill and then led me out to the car. Customers kept shouting at us congratulations as we left and I remained silent the whole ride home. When we arrived inside, I immediately headed for the bedroom. If I was going to escape, it better be tonight. “I think I’ll take a bath and then head to bed, Lucifer.”

“Alright. I’ll be in my office for a bit. I hope you feel better soon, dear.”

He gave me a light peck on the forehead and then left. Now to put my plan into action.

I headed to the wardrobe and pulled out a light blue nightgown. I grabbed it and went into the bathroom. Locking the door, I pulled off the red dress and put on the nightgown. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out my rope. Grabbing the red dress, I attached it to the end and tied the rope to the foot of the bathtub. Tugging on it to make sure it was secure, I unlatched the window and threw it out. I looked back at the door to make sure nobody was there and then began climbing down. My stomach twisted as I was quite high up and my foot had slipped a couple of times, but I finally made it to the ground. Peering around the corner of the palace, I saw David and Goliath sleeping in the front yard. Good to go.

I bolted as fast as I could to the hole in the fence. I moved aside the bushes and quickly squoze through. I hissed as the fence had caused a couple of gashes on my arm and tore a bit of my nightgown from the sharp edges. Looking around for some kind of direction, I saw in the distance the sparkling marquee that read Hazbin Hotel. I grinned and ran like my life depended on it.

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