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Let’s Be Honest
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Let’s be honest, ladies. If you’re on this site, looking at a page like mine, then you’re a slut. No, really more of a whore, actually. You’d have to be to get off on the kind of shit I post. Why don’t you just admit it? You secretly fantasize about being Daddy’s good little girl, or maybe even his naughty little girl, don’t you? You just want to make your Daddy proud, doing whatever it is he asks of you, even if it means admitting what a dirty, disgusting little whore you are.
But that’s exactly what you want. You want to be forced to admit it. You want me to bend you to my will. To force you onto your knees, where good little girls belong. You want to stare up at me with pleading eyes and drool hanging from your lips. You want me to make you beg. Go ahead. Start begging. Beg me to treat you like a little girl. Beg me to let you call me Daddy, and to treat you like a helpless child who just can’t seem to manage or take care of herself.
Show me what a good little girl you can be for me by opening your mouth wide and hanging your tongue out until you’re a drooling mess. I’m serious. Open it right now, while you’re reading this. And keep it open until you finish this post. If you close it before you’re done, I’ll be disappointed in you, and we both know you wouldn’t want that. No, you want to make Daddy proud. You want to be his best little girl, so obedient and respectful, even when it means degrading yourself and making yourself look like a complete and utter fool. Because that’s exactly what you are.
A mindless baby bimbo is all you’ve ever craved being. And you’re well on your way, so long as you listen to Daddy’s instructions. Keep reading my posts. Let them hypnotize you. Over time, you’ll start to see what a good little whore you could become for me, and how it’s truly your life’s purpose. This is what you were made for. In fact, it’s all you’re really cut out for. You just can’t handle the complexities and responsibilities of adult life. That’s why you edge your brain away to these posts, until your “princess parts” are pleading with you to find that sense of release. But you’re not quite ready for it yet, are you, princess? No, Daddy thinks you should edge a bit longer. Push it just a bit further, until you’re a completely brainless little doll for me to play with however I see fit.
Good girls don’t cum. Good girls edge and drool their minds away until there are no thoughts left. Good girls make their Daddy proud, and do as he says. And let’s be honest, you’re all my little babies at this point, aren’t you? We both know how badly you want it. So go ahead and be a good girl for me and tell Daddy that you did as you were told. That you want to be his mindless little slut for the rest of your days. Never free to make her own decisions, but always trusting in Daddy’s judgment. Go ahead. It’s what you were made for.
Gotta love when Amelia feeds her thirsty children
Backseat Serenade
masterlist
short n unedited
porn w/o plot
You’re not really sure how you ended up here in the back of his car, him draped over you in the small space. The last thing you remember through your clouded brain was having to go back into the car, picnic date ruined by thundering rain. However the two of you found peace in the chaos of it all, opting to stay and wait the storm out (it being too hard to see anyways). But one thing let do another and now here you are getting fucked by your lover while rain pours down around the car.
His hips were moving in slow shallow thrusts, trying to let you get used to the feeling of being so full. But eventually it grew majorly frustrating when you’re just trying to be railed and he’s making love. Hips moving up to try and pull him in deeper, moans flossing the car because while it wasn’t as much as you wanted it still felt good. A pained groan leaves your lips at his lack of speed.
“What’s wrong pretty. T-tell Suki what’s wrong. God you’re so fucking good.” Bakugou says while maintaining his snail like speed.
“F-fuck me harder..” You shyly speak, head falling back in the pleasure that you are getting. Except for the fact that he couldn’t hear you. Genuinely, you spoke too softly for him to properly hear you even after being so close to each other already.
“What was that?” He says into your neck, dick hitting the spongy spot inside of you finally.
“Oh god fuck me harder! R-right there s—uki please fuck me right there!” A choked sob leaves your lips at the feeling of his pace picking up.
“Yeah? That what my pretty girl want? Gonna be my good girl n’ take it?”
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CW: NUDITY, SUGGESTIVE
Have you ever seen album cover so gorgeous you want to redraw it?
original (eh I kinda ruined it) album cover is under the cut
Fine shyt has separated tooth LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABYYYYYYY WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Challenge by @/snowcie on insta!! Had to draw my girl!! >:)
An Eye for an Eye
Note: THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE MUCH HAPPY MOMENTS/ENDING
Reader takes Lucerys’ place. And to be exclusive, the reader is adopted but has Targaryen blood. This is my first time using plenty of dialogue in hcs. Sorry if this is terrible, I was a bit hesitant to post this
TW: Sadistic/Dark!Aemond, Explicit: Noncon/Dubcon, hunting kink, knifeplay, forced breeding, dacryphilia, manhandling. Violence: blood, abuse, animal death, bruises/scars, choking. Kidnapping & cursing.
If you won’t give him your eye, he’ll take something far more valuable.
Your mother tightly clutched you, shielding you from Alicent’s wrath. “It was an accident,” you told her more than once. The sight of Aemond holding your brother by the neck as he reached for the rock forced your hand. It didn’t matter to Alicent as she reached for Viserys’ dagger, charging at you.
When Alicent cuts your mother’s arm, the chaos is abruptly put to an end. Alicent drops the blade and stares in horror as everyone witnesses your mother’s hand dripping with blood. “Don’t mourn me, mother.” Everyone’s attention turns to Aemond, who is standing with one eye stitched shut. “I may have lost an eye, but I’ve gained a dragon,” he assures her, leaning against his mother’s chest.
As he says this, his safe eye catches yours, and you are met with a frightening glare. In response, you cling tighter to your mother. As Corlys leads the way to the maester, Rhaenyra extends her safe hand to yours. Looking back, Aemond’s gaze has never left yours.
Though you’d like to think you’re glad to be back home, in reality, you hardly feel that way. The vibrant paintings, various dragon motifs, and statues in every nook and cranny are all gone, all life and color sucked out; in their place, you are met with the gray walls and a seven-pointed star.
While walking with your brothers and taking in the training grounds, you felt some solace that they had remained largely the same. However, when everyone’s attention turned to you, your moment of contentment was quickly over.
A commotion draws your attention, and you push against the onlookers, standing between your brothers to watch. The silver hair immediately catches your eye, and you feel a small flutter of fear upon recognizing the figure.
The crowd applauds when Aemond emerged victorious. You gape in awe; Aemond did grow to become quite of a formidable swordsman. “Good job, my prince” You heard Criston say, “Soon you’ll be winning tournaments in no time”.
“I don’t give a shit about tournaments”, was his response and without looking, he addressed your brothers. "Have you come to train?” He asks, facing them. Maybe he’s just ignoring you; you wouldn’t blame him if he did.
“Niece,” he finally acknowledges your presence before Jace could respond, violet moon-eye glancing in your direction. You swear you saw his eye dart up and down. His smile was unsettling, and Jace held your hand as if sensing your feelings. The conversation abruptly ends when the gates are opened.
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