Imagine being the slutty mascot for a college fraternity or sorority.
You live in the house with them, completely under the control of your attractive owners. They dress you in their school colors and paint their names on your body. You go where they want you to go and do what they want you to do.
All of your needs are provided for. In fact, they often argue over who gets to care for you next. Whoever feeds you gets to have you on their lap or at their feet during the meal. Whoever grooms you gets to have you join them in the shower. Whoever makes you cum the most times during the day gets to have you in their bed that night.
The real fun begins during the parties. Throughout each party, you stay in the position they place you in. One night, you spend on your back on a table with your legs spread wide. The next night, you're on your knees, tits out, glistening with flavored lube. Another night, you're bent over with your bare ass in the air.
Party guests add money to the beer fund to be allowed to fuck you. People compete for who can make you cum the most times. But the real honor is if someone is able to get their photo on the "I made The Slut squirt" wall.
You're often kidnapped by rival teams. You laugh as they throw you over their shoulders and sprint off with you, knowing you'll be fucked by a whole new group of people. You're never worried, your owners always race to get you back before the other team can dress you in rival colors.
You're a widely accepted to be a good luck charm. You stand in the locker room for players to fondle you before running out to the field. People are always sure to finger you before taking a big test.
You're accessible to your owners at all times, and you love it. Being their cute little pet is all the fulfillment you need. You are the perfect communal fucktoy.
As much as I have no desire to see or hear the results, breaking other aces are quite funny. I'd love to set up an all ace brothel, open to all microlabels. I think I'd enjoy the admin of making sure every worker has the worst possible time. Sex favourable or indifferent? Not for long, you'll soon learn to hate it. Which brings me to sex repulsed workers. They'd have thebiggest workload, clients who won't fit anywhere else, and those who love to go extra long and hard, as well as sadistic clients. Averse workers, much the same, but to lower intensity. Demisexual workers never see the same client twice and are mandated to wear O-ring gaga to prevent attempts to get to know them in that short time. Fraysexuals get one client for the whole time, and are required to talk through the client's personal issues, too, anything to kill the excitement. Reciprosexuals get clients clearly not into them, just wanting a meat sack to rub one out in. Lithosexuals get clients really enamoured with them. Autosexuals are required to be blindfolded, their focus must be on the client. Iamvanosexuals get pillow prince/princess clients, placiosexuals are required to lay still and take what their client does to them. Greysexuals will be removed from clients they are found to experience attraction to, and acespike and aceflux clients will be locked in chastity and separated from any clients until their "affliction" passes.
It's asexual awareness week! So let's take a moment to appreciate the variety of ace experiences there are around the world.
There are aces who masturbate
There are aces who have sex
There are aces who want to have sex, but can't ask for it
Aces who you should take the initiative for
Aces who want to be tied up and edged until they forget their lives, and all they can think about is sex
Aces who just haven't realized just how much they need to be fixed, how much they would enjoy getting broken
Aces who need to be bred
Aces whose cries should be muffled and ignored while you hold them down
Aces who would be so much better off if they had nothing to worry about other than pleasing someone else
Aces who are just holes to be used
Aces who need to be fucked Relentlessly until they cum their brains out, all their memories and willpower replaced with haziness and neediness
Aces that need to be stretched out around something huge
Aces who absolutely adore being humiliated and having all their sexual fantasies called out then forcibly enacted on them
Aces who need to be turned into the freeuse sextoys they know deep down they were always meant to be
Aces who don't deserve rights
Aces that should be hypnotized into bouncing on hard cock and eating out pussy like it's their job
Aces who want to be pinned down and fucked on top of their pride flags until they cum, staining them with proof of their newfound joy
Aces that need to be bound in the air in nice tight revealing gear while others come over to admire and use them as they see fit
Aces who have a duty to use their bodies to pleasure others
Aces who are masturbating while reading this right now 💖
There's a Huge variety of asexual experiences! And while no two aces are exactly alike, many of us can find a lot of overlap between our respective experiences, and find joy in sharing with other aces. Happy Asexual awareness week 🖤🩶🤍💜
Lesbian and guy friend who play pranks on each other. He'll cum in her panties and she'll kiss him in front of his girlfriend, normal friend teasing. This coming April fools they're both planning on their biggest prank yet. She's planning on waking him with a blowjob and he's planning on breeding her silly; only as friends of course.
All lesbians reading this: go get fucked by a dude today. It's April fools meaning your gf can't get mad when you prank her by having a fertile womb full of some man's cum.
The lesbians uniforms have been updated. Either wear cum stained lesbian flag bikini, lesbian flag thong with used condoms dangling off it, or naked (covered in man cum of course). Not much variety, but it gets the job done :3
Older brother who's obsessed with his lil dyke sister's breasts. Offering to massage them when they're achey on her period, going shopping with her and buying her pretty, lacey bras, cause he just wants to take care of her, afterall it's completely normal to buy gifts for your siblings.
At first - she feels awkward when he asks her not to wear a shirt when it's only just them, but feels bad saying no because he paid good money for them. With time she stops caring and parades around the house shirtless, and it becomes their norm.
But then their parents leave for a couple of weeks, and her bras start to mysteriously going missing. And yet - she still goes shirtless out of habit.
He pushes that boundary slowly, he doesn't want to spook her and lose his favourite free porn. He makes a comment here and there, compliments how perky they are, how her girlfriend must be obsessed with them, how hypnotising her puffy nipples look when she's going down the stairs...
She doesn't say anything back, but her rosy cheeks and quickened breath tell him everything.
So he finally tells her what her parading around is doing to him and begs her to just this once let him get off to them with her in the room. She very reluctantly says yes, but only if she won't have to look at it.
Except when he pulls his shorts down and his thick, meaty cock bounces up, she can't look away. He doesn't say anything, he just starts to move his fist up and down, milking drop, after drop of precum. Moaning louder and louder, loosing himself in the view in front of him, painting a degrading picture with his words... A picture that doesn't reach his precious little sister's ears, because she's too focused on his cock, and he just knows... His little sister might claim she's a dyke, but she's also cock obsessed.
She doesn't say anything when he pulls her closer, when he spreads her legs and pushes her panties to the side, when he slaps his dick on her clit a few times...
Only when he's balls deep in her leaking goldstar cunt - she starts to hear his obscene words, but now it's too late. She knows she lost...
"I didn't even have to bother with all the bras, huh? My lil lesbian sister is such a slut that you'd drop right to your knees at a first sight of a real cock... Look at you... You don't even care that it's your own brother breeding your goldstar pussy, you just want cock, huh...? Don't worry, lil sis, you're gonna get aaaall the cock you need. We're also gonna pump those tits so much that you'll start producing milk for me, and you're gonna be a proper breeding toy... Belly full, tits leaking, cunt stretched... You're gonna love it, I promise. And I'm gonna love every time you're gonna come to my room and beg me to fuck you because your tits are too full and the only way they're getting drained is with my cock in your cunt. Fuck, I felt that clench... You love that, huh? Being your brothers dirty little cumslut...? Come on, be a good little lesbian and cum on my cock... Cum while I breed you."
An older brother taking me to see my first hockey match with his new team. Giving me a tour of the ring, the lockers, introducing me to his teammates... They joke with me, some are maybe a little bit too touchy, and I'm not 100% sure, but I think someone even grabbed my ass...? But I must have been wrong... Right...?
The match doesn't go well and the other team wins, so when I go to see my brother afterwards - the tension in the locker room is really high, and I feel super out of place... But when I try to back out, my big brother pulls me closer, and with one rough move pulls my shirt and bra over my head, pulls it to my wrist and wraps it there. Not super tight, but tight enough that I can't move my arms from behind my back.
I'm so stunned that I don't even register that I'm half naked in front of many guys that are MUCH bigger than me, and staring at my breasts while by brother unbuttons my jeans and pulls them just enough that my butt is hanging out of them. Before I'm able to process what's happening - he's sliding inside me from behind.
"Shhhh, shhh, shhhh... Be a good girl and just take it... We just need to use your tight holes for a bit, it's ok, it's ok... You can be a useful little toy for me, I know you can... I can already feel you getting wet... Such a good little sister, taking me so well... I can feel you getting wet, just like that, juuuussst like that... Let it all out, sis, let it aaalllll out..."
He's fucking me so roughly, that my brain can't even register the embarrassment of being fucked in front of other people, I just let him hold me tight and use my soaking cunt to drain his balls and frustrations...
And when he's done - he tosses me in the direction of the bench... I stumble over my jeans that slid down to my knees, and land on the bench, but I don't even have a second to gather myself, because one of my brother's teammates sits on the bench and pushes my head down his cock, while another one wets himself in the combination of my own juices and my brother's cum, and slides inside me.
I'm not sure how long they're using me, but I end up leaving the ring with cum dripping down my thighs, face covered in it, wearing only my brothers giant tshirt, while he's holding me upright and says goodbye to his teammates.
Omegas who fall asleep on their stomach, all comfortable in their nest and unaware of the full moon making their Alpha neighbour all the more pent up and desperate to knot.
It's easy enough to slide the window open, cock hanging heavy and achingly hard as the Alpha slowly fingers the Omega's pussy open, making him all slick and ready before slowly feeding his thick cock into his Omega, the pleasure and pressure of such a big cock pumping into the Omega forcing him to wake up, gasping and fighting at first, before submitting to the heavy weight of the Alpha, and the pressure of his cock pounding deep into his fertile womb, the scent familiar - luckily for both of them, the Omega had been fucking his pussy open thinking of this Alpha for months.
It made his claiming all the more worth it.
It feels great, emptying heavy, full balls into a waiting and willing womb.
Ghostly Royal Tailor: *smirks smugly as she looks at the prince's outfit for the diplomatic meeting*
Three minutes later, as she watched the prince roll around on the floor with some Darkseid, she said, "I'll never believe that someone in this castle respects beautiful clothes."
(a little later, she spat on Paria's sarcophagus)
I told you I'd get back to that outfit! Although the thought of a real drawing instead of a sketch makes me cringe, so no more lineart for a while.
I'm sorry. I know they're not particularly attractive(
I'm sorry, but I've drawn a character outfit concept again, and to see it, you'll have to read the story that my feverish brain came up with.
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So, you see, one day, Ra's tortured a seer a little bit (man, the old man can have hobbies, you know?) to find out that at a certain time on a certain day, the king of the dead might appear right at his Lazarus pit. After a couple more hundred years of contemplation, Ra's comes up with the perfect solution — it's the perfect moment to ally with the most powerful being in the multiverse.
But Ra's is not an option for marriage. There are reasons. Even he understands that the king may be a little offended.
Word of mouth, as time goes on, he realizes that he has a grandson. He betrayed Ra's to play hero anyway. He can always make a new heir, and this one can benefit him. (Here, you can decide whether this is an omegaverse or not. I prefer yes)
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You see, when CW told Danny that, among other things, as a ghost prince, he would have to get married, Danny thought it was, well… like a long-term thing. It should have been a hint. One day, he gets a note that he should remember to wear a clean T-shirt and finally use the hair gel that Jazz bought him, because today he's going to meet his wife. He tells his friends, and they panic all morning. In the end, Sam suggests that CW is hinting that Danny will meet someone today who he will decide to fool around with in the future.
*music from the comedy plays as they try to determine if Danny has met anyone new during the day and what he thinks of that person*
And then Danny trips and falls into a natural portal. Damn, that's not lucky.
He immediately takes on a menacing form (who knows what's on the other side?). But there's, uh… A bunch of weird ninjas led by an old man, weird mages, and… a magic circle lights up. Oh, a forced afterlife marriage. That sucks.
Danny sees a fight going on somewhere outside and decides to stop it, but CW stops time and says that if the ritual is interrupted at this stage, the potential bride dies. But there's always a way out! He can simply dissolve the afterlife marriage when he reaches the age of majority, as it is something that the king has control over.
So, Danny sees that his fiancée is here against her will, and they're literally the same age, so he takes him away to talk in private. And then he'll bring him back, of course, to the people who are fighting for him. It should work.
(To be honest, I'm assuming that Danny will immediately reveal that he's a teenage boy in an attempt to win his fiancée over. His fiancée must be so scared! There's no need to make things worse)
(By the way, I'm assuming that Danny's intimidating form is some kind of huge space thing with a bunch of creepy eyes. I like to imagine that Damian could be sitting in his palms 🥺)
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Mr. Lancer introduces a new student to the class. Danny sees his wife's expression and decides it's best to escape. He can do it through the window.
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To be honest, Damian thinks his husband is the most ridiculous person in the world. Well, he's just going to have to do something about it. Divorce? What kind of divorce? There's no one who can just go and get divorced from Damian, lol
Congratulations, you've reached the sketch
Guys, if it's awkward for anyone, I like to think that they're like a month away from turning 18, lol. It would be even more fun if they were already 18, but CW was like, "lol no, you're a baby until you're at least 50." You can interpret it however you want, but please don't think about the younger characters.
You were terrified, having been captured by some heathen, some godless pagan or satanist, and dragged out to his woodland shrine, thrashing and fighting the entire way, your smaller body helpless to defend yourself properly, his hands so much larger, so much more able to restrain you in your cassock.
When you finally saw the ritual circle, your stomach dropped. You knew that there were people who served the dark forces, who followed unholy ways, but it was quite another thing to be witness to it.
"Come now, little priest. I'm sure you're perfectly unspoiled, an ideal sacrifice for power." The man purred in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, your body clenching down instinctively. His hand was steady on your waist, anchoring your body against his. Can't run, can't escape, just go forward.
He pushed you into the circle of candles, letting you fall onto your knees, your crucifix in your hand clenched tightly. The cold metal digs into your palm, and he takes hold of the back of your neck. He's chanting something, something you can't understand but makes you feel hot, must be some sort of unnatural summoning, that's the only way you can be feeling hot from how he's gripping you.
He turns you over, a knife with a bone handle cutting at the buttons and fabric of your cassock to expose your body to him, his black clothes seeming much more violent and menacing compared to your black clothes that shielded you and allowed you to forget your earthly desires. His eyes gleamed in the darkness when he saw your puffy little cunt.
He hadn't realised you would be perfect for breeding instead of killing.
You didn't know what would be worse. His lips met yours aggressively, and he began biting and forcing his tongue into your mouth, his teeth breaking skin on your lip, making the kiss bloody and sharp with the taste of copper. He pulled back, and swiped the blood from your lip, before marking a symbol on your chest.
"I'm going to give your virginity to my Lord." He promised, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock. It had hardened quickly once he'd seen your thick little tdick, and your trimmed and plump cunt.
The way his dark eyes raked over your pale chest and waist had your little cock twitching too. You didn't want to like this, but he wanted you, wanted you in a way that you'd never felt anyone want you before.
He kissed you again, and against your will... you returned that kiss, allowed him to kiss you and kiss him back, his rough fingers toying with your sensitive, inexperienced cock.
It made your pretty pussy slick quickly, and he began to finger you, pumping those invading digits into your holy body. Every touch was a betrayal of your god, and you didn't have it in you to care. Especially when the tip of his heavy cock smeared against your own little dick, and his precum marked that as his property, before he removed his fingers and instead pressed the tip of his fat cock into your tight little hole, your eyes rolling back as he defiled you.
He was fucking you roughly, hands on your waist to bounce you back onto his cock, not giving you time to catch your breath or even think long enough how this was a very bad idea.
"Renounce your god and I'll let you cum, pretty boy." This monster growled, his cock pounding at your cervix, the sounds of your slick body meeting his just serving to make you feel more insane, the little whimpers bubbling up and spilling from your mouth enough to make even the most pious angel blush.
"N-no..." You whined, eyes squeezed shut to try and fight the feeling that you were being forced to experience.
"Do it." He commanded you, a hard thrust into your body, your fingers finding your dick as he continued. You wanted to cum. You wanted it so bad.
"You can cum and I'll cum deep inside you, I'll claim your body for my own, and you'll feel so good, pretty boy."
It was maddening. You could feel your morals dripping away with every thrust that kissed your cervix.
"I-I'm yours! I give up god for you! Let me serve your wants, please, please, please!" You caved, your free hand gripping his forearm hard, and with a demonic snarl he came, the feeling of his cock forcing its way through your cervix and into your womb directly, pouring his thick, potent cum inside of you, corrupting you to your very core.
The orgasm made everything worth it.
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Had to censor it so that tumblr doesn't delete my account again ;p Anyway here's the full version https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=16771753
You and your student, who you prefer to call Kozume (despite his complaints), get along well. You both had an interest in video games and you would end up playing with him after school as the gaming club's advisor.
He was always coming on to you, although you were completely unaware. Kenma had a massive crush on you, he couldn't pretend he felt otherwise. He knew very well that you could get into legal trouble for being with him but he can keep a secret, he's a good boy.
You really had no interest in your students, you never look at them in a way that isn't platonic or even paternal. Kenma knew he wouldn't get anything from being indirect.
He got advice from his friend, Kuroo, on how to flirt with you.
You and Kenma sat on the couch, a gift from one of the rich kids' parents, playing a game on the console he brought in. The TV was also a donation. You two were the only ones in the clubroom today, lucky for Kenma. Unlucky for a law abiding citizen such as yourself.
Kenma leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Kozume? Please don't do that, it's inappropriate." You gently move him away. "It's not personal, it's just not something a teacher should be letting his student do."
"Mister..I'm just a little cold, no one will see us." Kenma looks at you with puppy eyes.
"Aren't there blankets in here?" You look around.
Kenma frowns and decides to just go through with the second to last step of the plan. His hand darts for your crotch, feeling you through your pants.
"Kozume!" You move his hand away again. "What on earth is wrong with you?"
"Sir, I won't tell anyone. Please, I'm already 18, I'll be good." Kenma tugs on your shirt.
"You'll be good? Kozume, you're already being bad!" You shake your head in disbelief.
"Then you can punish me." He unbuttons his shirt. "M' sorry for being a bad boy." He says, pulling off his sports bra.
You've already closed your eyes. "Put your shirt back on." You listen as Kenma takes his belt off and lets his pants drop to the floor. "Kozume, I'm not kidding. I didn't want this to become an issue but I'll have to tell your parents and the principal."
"You don't have to tell them anything." Kenma climbs onto your lap, rubbing against your crotch. "C'mon teach, you haven't dated in a while, you can use me to release your frustrations."
"No, I can't."
Kenma frowns and fumbles with your belt. Ignoring your protests he pulls your pants down and takes your cock out.
"It feels better when someone else is doing it for you." He slowly strokes your dick. He pulls your hand away from your face, looking at you sensually.
"Kozume-"
"It's Kenma." He smiles softly. "You want this, don't you? You want me to keep jerking your cock, right?"
"I don't want to put my hands on a student, please just get off and put your clothes on. I'm not interested."
"Stop playing hard to get." Kenma moves off your lap and kneels in between your legs. "I know you want me to suck you off." He licks up your length.
You pull his hair, moving him away from you. Fuck it. "Get on the couch. Ass up."
Kenma grins and scrambles onto the couch, head resting on a pillow while he presents his ass to you. You were kind enough to pull his underwear down rather than just ripping it off.
"Stay quiet." You rub your hand on his ass before giving it a harsh smack. Kenma buries his face into the pillow, muffling his moans.
"You're just a fucking slut, huh?" You spank him again. "Trying to seduce your teacher...Bet you've done it with all the guys here."
Kenma shakes his head. "I haven't! I swear!"
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" You spank him even harder than the last time.
Kenma whimpers and goes quiet again. Tears falling from his eyes as you spank him until his entire ass is red.
You grab his hair again and look at his face, red and tear stained. "You're going to be very quiet, You're not going to complain, you're going to listen to me, and you're going to let me do whatever I want with you. Don't respond unless I tell you to. Understood?"
Kenma nods.
"Use your words."
"Yes, sir." He says shakily. You let go of him, his head falling back onto the pillow.
You move your dick past his folds, prodding at his entrance. You don't bother doing any other foreplay, he doesn't deserve it. "Just remember, this is your fault. You signed up for this and if anything happens, you're to blame."
Kenma whimpers, biting the pillow as you enter him. "Fuck. You must really be a virgin." You groan, struggling to get everything inside. "Relax your body."
Kenma does his best to relax.
"You'll have to clean the couch if you get blood on it." You say before bottoming out. "It's unfortunate that you had to lose your virginity in a situation like this. Unless you like getting used and treated like a slut."
You pull out slowly, leaving just the tip in. Kenma looks back at you, confused. You push his head into the pillow before forcefully thrusting into him.
Kenma mewls, already feeling himself getting close to an orgasm.
"I'm surprised a whore like you really hasn't had sex yet, I bet any guy would love to fuck your slutty little cunt." You slam into him, grabbing his hips roughly.
Despite your harsh words, Kenma feels happy, assuming that you're implying that you love fucking him.
"Fuck, I could get used to this." You groan.
Kenma bites his lip, coming at the thought of you doing this again.
"You want that? You wanna get used by me all the time? Become my dumb little fuck toy?" You spank him. "Answer."
"Yes! Please! I wa- want it!"
Your movements slow as you reach your peak, coming inside him with no warning.
Kenma moans, feeling pure euphoria.
You pull out, looking at a mix of his blood and your cum dribble down onto the couch.
You look at Kenma's shaking body and sigh. "I'll help you clean up."
