#genderfluid reader

[sh1-n0bu]

thinking abt monsterfuckers but instead of the reader being the monsterfucker, it’s the CHARACTERS

mmm characters who are considered tall, big and intimidating in human standards. big buff arms, thick thighs and strong calloused hands that can crush a grown man’s skull in. but compared to you? their lover? they’re nothing but a tiny creature. an incomplete being, a small little toy for you to pick up or poke around for your own amusement. their large and heavy weapon is nothing but a stick in your hand, a mere small wand you wave around with a bellowing amused laugh

hand holding? they’re just thinking of how you can forcibly keep their legs open during intimate times. an innocent peck or you licking off something on your lip? they’re staring, drooling, closing their legs shut as they wonder how deep that forked tongue can be showed down their throat. how you could practically rearrange their guts with that thick tongue

don’t even get them started on the way they unashamedly stare at your crotch or chest or strong thighs when you do simple stretches. they have a hole and a goal, they’ll forcefully make your cock fit inside their warm walls. anatomically impossible be damned, they want your babies, they want you to use them like they’re nothing but an onehole to you, a stress toy you can blow off steam on. mouth? jaws open and looking up at you prettily. prefer their tight walls? already prepped, a whole bottle of lube ready and bending over for you in any position, place you want. want to use their thighs? legs closed, raised high, ready to drool as they see your heavy, inhuman cock disappear and appear through the flesh of their thighs. you have clawed fingers? it doesn’t matter, they’re already squirming in their seat as they see your claws gets clipped a bit on the front, dulling the sharpness. for them

it doesn’t matter how many times you two have sex, every goddamn time they’ll be squirming, thrashing around, sobbing and getting drunk on the feeling of your cockhead pushing past their walls. just the head in and they’re already feeling like they’re gonna cum. you slowly ease them down into your thickness, their hole tightening around you so much to the point you nearly think that the blood circulation will stop. you would ask if they wanna stop, want you to pull out or have a break. they’ll vehemently shake their head no, asking you to keep going, fuck them dumb, use their body and fill every one of their holes until they’re overflowing with your cum

sweet little thing, so small compared to your monstrous form, already shrieking and squirting when you bottom out inside their soft warmth. they’ll try to weakly bounce themselves on your cock, trying to get some friction but all they can manage is meager grinds. you would chuckle, lean back and watch them make themselves stupid with just a few movements when you two haven’t even properly started yet. such an eager mortal

watch them get dumb, getting all the logics fucked out of their head as pretty eyes roll back, pupils so wide you can’t see their original eye color. mouth always open, punched out breathy “aanhh… ah ah angh mmgh! s-so bigg… f-fucckiinngh my guts♡︎♡︎!!” come out, already lost as they clench around you again. cute little mortal lover of yours, getting their holes stretched by their inhuman lover. circle your finger or claw over the bump in their belly and they’ll squeal, kicking their legs as they lean back against your chest

if they get too loud, don’t worry, you have large fingers and long tongue for a reason. kiss their lips gently as a silent form of warning before showing your tongue down their throat. place the tip of your finger pad right against their adam’s apple and feel as their esophagus widen just a bit with your tongue inside them. lick the insides of their mouth, exploring the wet cavern and feeling their tongue flatten against yours as a muscle memory. only to pull out and shove a finger into the first knuckle, making them choke due to the change in thickness. just a single finger to the first knuckle and they can’t handle it

if they bite down on your finger or tongue or even your cock, you can bite back too. just gently add some pressure onto your fangs that rest just over the back of their neck. they’ll thrash around like they don’t want it but their bucks into your awaiting jaws says otherwise. they’re just waiting for the day you would finally mark them, make them your mate so they can tell other monsters of your race to fuck off

but your human lover becomes hundred times worse when your heat cycle hits. it’s over for both them and you. you’re not getting out of the house and they can’t even feel their own body but they will always drunkenly blabber for you to “c-cummmgh!! cum insiidee♥︎♥︎k-knock meengh up♡︎knock me up!! make me yo-oongh your your mate...♡︎♥︎♥︎!!” while they stare at you with drunk eyes and drooling lips. since they asked so nicely, surely you can fulfill their wish this year and knock them up right? and mark them as yours while at it too

in conclusion; pls send help i’m horni and want to be a monster

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan feng, dan heng il, himeko, gepard, wriothesley, neuvillette, zhongli, baizhu, capitano, pantalone, dottore, childe, pierro, sampo, gallagher, ayato, alhaitham, kaeya, diluc, calcharo, jiyan, geshu lin, yuanwu, yhan, scar, aalto, diavolo, beelzebub, lucifer, mephistopheles, thirteen, raiden ei, black swan, kafka, yae miko, clorinde, navia, baizhi, rover, taoqi, changli, yelan, xianyun, welt yang + anyone you like

[wonroha]

ᅠᅠ ────可爱✿chameleon    ♡   ﹫ Ot8SKZ 𓏲ּ𝄢

「 境 」 ۪ ੭୧ ˖ 𝓒oming out as genderfluid to your boyfie 𑁯 🪡 ﾟ ꒱ ❝ 𝒿eongin x 𝒶mab! genderfluid! rea ᥬᩤ 𓂃

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⓘ 𝒇luff ⌗ ‧₊˚ ⋅ reader is technically amab , yenni is a good bf , nmixx lily is mentioned , lixie is mentioned ⸝⸝ 𝜗ৎ

𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗮 ᅠᅠ ❤︎‬ ᅠᅠ 𝐎𝟖 ᅠᅠ 🎧 ᅠᅠ reblog2support ‹𝟥

ⓘ @cherishyunah @kaisagiontop @gnabnahcgi @0704 @theferretkids @eyisy @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 ❤︎‬ join roha's tag list ? ( 🏷 )

─── 𝑓rom 로하 :: this came out worse than i thought it would so im sorry for that </3 i hope it's somewhat enjoyable, though !

✶ ⋆ ©wonroha . . est ‘26 ୧٭✩

[sleepingdeath-twst]

genderfluid s/o headcanons for floyd leech, malleus draconia, riddle rosehearts, and sebek zigvolt

or; how different night raven college students would act in a relationship with someone with a more complex gender identity than their own

featuring floyd leech, malleus draconia, riddle rosehearts, sebek zigvolt, and a genderfluid reader

requested by ari-shipping-stuff

see my pinned post or my night raven college masterlist

f l o y d l e e c h

the first thing that floyd did after you came out to him was compare you to one of the species of fish that can change their sex and immediately decide that your new nickname was that now. think along the lines of parrotfishie, wrassie, kobudai, lil grouper, sea bass, and so on. that’s your new floyd-assigned pet name; congrats!

for as chaotic and fickle as he can be sometimes, he does always make a point of asking you what you want him to call you at least three times each day: once in the morning when he’s walking you to class, then during lunch around midday to check in and see if anything changed in the past four or so hours, and then when he’s walking you to wherever you need to go after classes end for the day. if anything changes between or after those points it’s gonna be up to you to let him know because otherwise he’s just gonna continue using whatever you told him during the last check-in

depending on his mood when he overhears someone using the wrong terms of address for you he’ll either threaten and intimidate others into addressing you correctly or he’ll just mock them for being wrong until they either shut up or correct themselves out of embarrassment. he does still squeeze people for being malicious about it, but that kinda gets old after a while and he likes to shake things up every now and again

(related to the previous point, but: floyd is someone who has no problems with confrontation so if he notices someone making you uncomfortable or, even accidentally, misgendering you to your face he’s not afraid to get into arguments with them — or just straight up getting into fights. even in the middle of class… more often than not trien’s class who is just so very tired of it at this point)

he’s the type of boyfriend who points out every genderfluid character or individual you two see or learn about and goes ‘that’s you’. every single time without fail. and always with the most shit-eating grin on his face like he’s just said the funniest thing ever

since coming on land he’s gotten super into fashion, especially when it comes to shoes, so if you’re looking for a way to masculinise/feminise/androgynise your look all you need to do is ask and he’ll take you out on a shopping trip. and rest assured you’re in good hands because floyd knows all the best brands to maximise comfort and practicality while also getting the look you want — even if your personal style is very far removed from his own

if you catch him in a more dour mood, however, he’ll instead direct you towards jade or his mother for help since he’s at least self aware enough to know that he’ll be less than helpful when he’s in such a state

aside from that, though, your relationship with floyd is otherwise entirely unaffected by your gender… obviously

he’s still the same annoying floyd who loves you loudly and proudly — all sharp toothy grins and tight crushing hugs and home made food and laughter that’s so contagious that you end each day with aching sides and cheeks. rough around the edges but earnest and trying his best, loving you as only he can and making your life all the brighter and louder and more chaotic in the process

and you’re still his mate… and the only thing standing between night raven college and the full brunt of chaos that a bored floyd can inflict if not stopped in his tracks. but you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him so that’s neither here nor there

m a l l e u s d r a c o n i a

gender fluidity is far from a foreign concept to the fae, though they do use very different terminology to describe it than other species may, so when you come out to malleus he’s both immediate to understand what you mean and quick to ask you how you’d like him to refer to you moving forward — and, yes, he is the type of boyfriend who will check in with you about this every time you meet up as he wants to ensure that he’s using your preferred terminology from moment to moment

common may not be his first language but he has no issues with seamlessly swapping between your preferred terms of address even in the same sentence. in fact he does it all so naturally that the habit gets picked up by his dorm mates as well, so even without malleus standing by your side and adding a factor of intimidation to your introduction you won’t have to worry about being referred to incorrectly when you’re staying in diasomnia

he does politely correct others when they address you with the wrong pronouns — most often by accident — but his naturally frightening aura usually leads to the interaction reading more as a threat than a correction… for better and for worse

money is no object to him as a prince, so if you’re unable to find gender affirming clothing in your size or preferred style then he’s more than happy to have it tailored for you. or even to make it himself if you’ll allow it — and he is remarkably skilled as a spinner, so rest assured that you (and your future wardrobe) are in good hands (or… claws?)

(yeah within a few years of dating malleus you will end up with multiple wardrobes’ worth of clothing, each suited to flatter you, to match your sense of style, and to provide you with whatever silhouette or look you feel the most comfortable with that day — e.g. feminine, masculine, androgynous, and so on)

if you experience dysphoria surrounding one part of your body or another depending on how you identify each day, malleus is more than happy to cast a minor glamour for you in order to obscure that aspect of your body to yourself and others — correcting as needed to provide a more masculine, or more feminine, or more neutral, or more specific silhouette for you in order to soothe and minimise your discomfort. it’s not a permanent or perfect solution by any means, but he hates seeing you uncomfortable and will always try and do whatever he can to make you feel more confident and comfortable in your own skin

other than those points, however, your gender identity has pretty much zero impact on how your relationship with malleus evolves and progresses and settles over the decades of your life together

he’s still going to woo you with methods that feel like they came straight out of an ancient romance novel — complete with cursive love letters, long walks under the starlit sky, bouquets large enough to make your head spin, and a promise of eternity that only someone as long lived as him could ever hope to offer

he’s still going to wed you, defying every council member and even his own grandmother if he has to. taking a page out of his dear late mother’s book to make it clear to all the world that you are the only one who will ever hold his heart and the only one who he intends to marry, tradition and expectation be damned

and he’s still going to spend the rest of your lifetime, surely far shorter than his own, standing proudly and devotedly by your side as you settle into your roles as the two newest monarchs of briar valley — your love growing ever stronger for each day you spend side by side

r i d d l e r o s e h e a r t s

methodical as he is, the second riddle becomes aware of your genderfluid identity he makes a note of it in the notebook he bought for the sole purpose of jotting down the things he learned about you when you two first started to get close, and then adds a small reminder to his daily planner to be sure to check in with you periodically throughout the day to see how you prefer to be referred

and, rest assured, riddle has never once missed one of those check ins. they’re a part of his daily life now, a set part of his schedule, and you know how riddle feels about staying on top of his schedule

which also means that he’s always able to accurately, immediately, and firmly correct anyone he overhears referring to you incorrectly. politely and briefly if he knows they’re on good terms with you and likely just unaware that your pronoun preference has shifted away from what they’re currently using, but much more firmly and insistently if he has even the slightest inclination that the person in question is deliberately misgendering you

he won’t go full red tyrant on anyone anymore, mind you, but he has definitely collared people for making targeted remarks about you before. and he will not apologise for it because he feels completely justified in doing so. in fact he’ll do it as many times as he needs to in order to get the message across

he has absolutely used his monthly allowance to help you buy clothes and accessories that make you feel more like yourself. nothing absurdly expensive, he’s not getting that much money from his parents, but enough to help you express yourself without needing to break the bank or put up with ill-fitting or potentially dysphoria enducing outfits

there are some queen of hearts rules that are gender-specific — not a great many, thankfully, but there are still a few scattered about — and as the housewarden of heartslabyul’s partner you are expected to follow them whether or not you’re a dorm member yourself. though he does check in with you before you enter the mirror to make sure only the applicable rules are being enforced in the moment (he’s strict but not unreasonable, not anymore)

riddle will also help you advocate better for yourself and your needs in relation to your gender identity and expression within the school, memorising and citing the rules of night raven and of sage island as a territory to make sure that you are properly protected and respected by the faculty — e.g. uniform, accommodation, how you’re addressed by tutors, protection against discrimination by classmates, etc.

other than that, though, your relationship with riddle is entirely unaffected by you being genderfluid

i.e. he’s still going to treat you like a good gentleman should, he’s still going to be a hardass about making you study and stay on top of your assignments and homework, he’s still going to be terrified about introducing you to his mother (gender identity notwithstanding she is just not a supportive woman), and he’s still going to follow the queen of heart’s guidelines about proper courtship

he’s just going to be a bit more fluid in how he addresses you from day to day, altering his language and terms of endearment to better suit you. though, really, isn’t that just the bare minimum?

s e b e k z i g v o l t

sebek is a notoriously… passionate… individual when it comes to defending the things and people he values — and as his partner you are very high on that list (second only to malleus himself and that says a lot given how important being a retainer and knight is to him). so when he becomes aware of your identity he makes it something of a personal mission of his to ensure that you never have to deal with being misgendered or mistreated

which translates to him very loudly and firmly and condescendingly correcting anyone he overhears referring to you incorrectly. with all the fervour which he otherwise reserved for announcing his liege’s many achievements. and he does this to everyone, up to and including the teachers and staff members at night raven… though he did learn his lesson after getting punished by crewel and now tones his corrections down to something more polite and reasonable when he’s talking to one of his superiors

he is, thankfully, much quieter and more reserved whenever you meet up and he asks for your preferred terms of address in the moment, though. so there’s that!

gets very offended and angry on your behalf whenever you’re unable to find something to wear that doesn’t make you feel dysphoric or otherwise uncomfortable for whatever reason (e.g. silhouette, style, size). and if you don’t stop him in his tracks he can and will file a formal strongly worded complaint about ‘inadequate stock’ to the highest authority he can find

very rarely messes up, with most of his mix ups happening entirely by accident or because he forgot to ask your preferences in the moment and just continued using whatever pronouns you went by the last time you spoke. and he gets so genuinely disappointed with himself whenever it happens, apologising sincerely and correcting himself immediately but with a noticeable furrow in his brow like he’s actually angry with himself for making a minor mistake

if he finds out that someone else has upset you by refusing to acknowledge your identity he will stand by you wholeheartedly while complaining, loudly and on your behalf, about ‘ignorant closed-minded humans’. and while he is being entirely earnest about his rant, it is admittedly rather comical to witness (even if you’re already used to sebek’s particular brand of dramatic)

other than that, though, there’s very little difference to be noted in your relationship with sebek based on your gender fluidity

he’s still a passionate but terribly inexperienced partner — complimenting you too loudly, holding you too tightly, kissing with too much teeth, and always learning and growing from his errors and missteps the longer you’re together

he’s still protective in that same clumsy kind of way that endlessly endears lilia and reminds him of how his grandfather was as a youth — quick to engage, quick to raise his sword, quick to place himself between you and any potential threat no matter how small, too much passion and strength that gets him in even more trouble than he would find on his own, but that he takes in stride because he’d much rather overreact than underreact and run the risk of you getting hurt on his watch (that would be a disgrace to the teaching he received from both lilia and his grandfather, you know!

and he’s still going to do everything he possibly can to prove — to you and to himself — that he can be a good boyfriend. and a good husband, eventually. even if such a thing seems so very far in the future from where you currently stand… because he fully intends to spend the rest of his life by your side, if you’ll have him of course

[unhonouredone]

This Barbie is also a Ken

JJK characters (Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Fushiguro Toji, Ryomen Sukuna) x reader SMAU

The JJK men find out for the first time that Y/n has more to them than they let on

Notes: Another one of my SMAUS with reader whose cursed technique is to either shapeshift or control multiple bodies. Written with genderfluid reader in mind but I think anyone can read it :3 Again reader's assigned gender at birth not specified, but the characters have met Y/n as either a man or a woman before.

WARNINGS: reader is referred to having both male and female bodies, cursing, literally can't write sukuna😭😭

[fanged-fanfics]

sage of truth x reader who can shape shift between their male and female persona , but do not have a defined form, like a spirit (if that makes sense) like maybe sage will turn a corner ans they already look different, or they basically glitch out for a second when surprised. Sorry if this is weird lol but I'd like this as headcannons please

☆ Fleeting But Familiar — Sage of Truth x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || They/she/he pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sage had seen many mysteries in his time, to the point where it took very much to surprise him. In the pursuit of Truth, he wove into corners of Earthbread other Cookies would never even think of. And yet, he never lost his appreciation for the unusual. You were his favorite mystery of all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He saw you as the perfect companion to keep him alert. Your constantly-shifting forms made him have to be concious of every aspect of you, and he appreciated every crispy face you showed him. He'll even get a bit excited if you take a form he hasn't seen in a while

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's very accommodating to however you present. Taking the form of a guy? No problem, he'll refer to you as "my good man" whenever he ropes you into his plan. Wanna be a girl later? Well does the lovely lady want to join him for a lunch break? Even when you're between forms, he takes to adjusting very easily

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your form tends to shift with your feelings more than you might think. A flicker when you're excited, a glitch when you're surprised. As with everything, The Sage files it away in a neat list of your many traits. It helps him recognize any signs of negativity in you, and when to step in to remove you from a situation

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Every now and again if you change very suddenly (like the moment he turns his back to you) he has to take a moment to look you over very closely to make sure a new Cookie didn't wander into his study without him knowing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sometimes, The Sage will bring out old scrolls and books to try and see if he can find any other Cookies who have ever been like you. He takes a great interest in Cookiekind— to be a teacher of Truth, you must understand your audience, after all. Especially to know how to reach them. So far he hasn't had much luck, but he keeps looking

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Even if you don't have much of a base form, Sage connects with every trait you have rather than an appearance. He admires you for your mind, the wiseness beyond your years and understanding beyond what most Cookies could ever know. No matter how you look, it's your actions that he stays for

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "What will it be today, hmm?" He once teased you while the both of you prepared for a joint lecture the next day "Have any terrifying new faces to show me?". "Nothing could scare you" You responded simply "...Except maybe a jelly stain on a parchment". The Sage shuddered, making an exaggerated look of disgust "Nevermind, what you have now is perfect"

[saintquincy]

Don't shoot the messenger

Mafia!141 x courier!reader

the idea that started it all

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15???

Summary:

You are a bike courier fulfilling delivery requests placed through an app. Most of the deliveries are innocuous; delivered to offices, apartments, townhouses, businesses.

What happens when you start getting repeated jobs for non-descript packages being delivered to men as shady as those packages? And what happens when some of those deliveries are threatening postcards, carefully wrapped in handmade butcher paper envelopes?

You don’t realize who you are delivering packages to, you don't recognize the name Jonathan Price, you don’t sense how dangerous the masked man is who has been accepting the deliveries. You don’t realize that you are delivering threats addressed to the head of a criminal family.

When his father died John Price left the military to take his rightful place as the head of the family. In the years since he has created the 141, one of the strongest and most feared groups in the criminal world with his lieutenant and sergeant by his side. But that power came with enemies, powerful enemies.

With the 141's investigation into the threats, you are thrust into the world of organized crime, very much suspected of being involved. Will you (or your heart) survive?

CW: mdni...mafia typical violence, military typical violence, mafia and military inaccuracies, smut and sexual situations, the 141 is with each other physically/intimately, reader is more of an OC so there will be descriptions of backstory and details around their gender (somewhat spoilers below but if the reader’s gender, or the reader being misgendered could be triggering for you please read), gender dysphoria, alcohol, drugging, coercion, other dark themes that people may find unsettling, weapons, will update as I go.

Notes specific to the courier: (this next bit will contain spoilers and also discussions of gender identity as well as misgendering of a character)

The courier (not currently named or nicknamed), if asked, uses they/them pronouns and is genderfluid. This is important to the story because while the 141 are looking into the threatening postcards and their sender they are also looking into the courier, who Ghost will misgender as male. Later into the story another character will identify them as female before they make direct contact with the courier who will inform them that they go by they/them.

The courier is AFAB and there will be occasions where their clothing is described in more detail and in the event that they do become intimate with the other characters keep in mind that they do have a female body.

[sanmoonyz]

you should write some mommy hwa wink wink

can i be 🐶 anon :p

MINORS DNI OR ELSE

pairing: genderfluid reader x mama seonghwa.

tags: female pronouns for hwa, 'mama', spit, breath play, lots of choking, at some point reader asks to stop so a little cnc? praise, degradation, mentions of reader being 'disgusting', mentions of virginity, pretty nicknames, finger fucking, face finger fucking, cunnilingus, squirt (or piss?) piss play, m&f pronouns for reader, both male and female adjectives. lots of spit, female anatomy reader. not proof read. intentional lowercase.

this is a work of fiction and its not meant to represent how this person acts, please don't take this seriously. in this they're just a representative of what i want to portray, idols are humans too.

probably not what you were expecting, a lot of self-indulgence here, regardless i hope you enjoy ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)

one, two, three kisses. all tasted like cherries, all leaving behind a pretty trail of glitter in your lips, smearing them with the sticky substance. you unconsciously licking it up with enthusiasm. her hand sinking further down the back of your head, pulling you even closer–if that's even possible. detaching herself from your mouth, kissing your face, your eyelids, your round cheeks, your forehead. in such a soft, tender way. your eyes, and heart scrunching with every peck.

you looked at her, sweet eyes barely open, a tender lust. observing every feature. holding your cheek, stroking it in circles with her thumb. your mouth gaping slightly, your heavy breathing pooling in her face. you were incredibly hot, warm all over. her dark hair gracing your forehead, pressing her lips against the nook of your eyebrow and lid. she switched hands, the furthest one cradling your head. you body sideways, resting in her lap, a cocoon.

the opposite hand slid slowly, wrapping in your neck, a fragile hold. keeping you still. the hand in you head massaging it. you felt so dizzy in mama's hold.

her head creeping to your ear, blowing on it, hot air. shivering all over, you couldn't hide your gasps. your cunt felt so warm. "prince..?" she teased, had to gulp down, she drives you insane. melting you. you panted and her deep chuckle made your body burn, aching, even the slight movement of her hands made you shudder, devoting to her. all of you.

a wet sensation in your ear snapped you out the trance, her thick tongue wandering around it. little harsh breaths spilling out her lips. eyes glassy. "poor girl." the hand in your neck pushed forward, facing slightly upwards. her fingers pressing against it. so intoxicating. "open your mouth, baby." she squeezed harder. her nails puncturing a bit.

her lips met your open mouth, she stood higher, lining up with the gap. you closed your eyes, gasping a bit as you held your breath, expecting the rough sensation of the spit, your hands fidgeting together.

suddenly a soft flow of dense liquid slid from your tongue to the back of your throat. the pressure on it making it stay, you didn't swallow, cuz you are good. good for mama. you opened your eyes, curious. her tongue out, the liquid pouring from it, the blood rushed to your face, how embarrassing. you could feel the small puddle, cold and thick, sickening. barely breathing through your nose. mnh..

you could smell it, the saliva, humid, honey. soo filthy, you could cum right now. her tongue licking yours, that was cutely sticking out for her. the hand in your throat relaxing. "swallow it." the disgusting feeling of it going down your trachea, you felt so fuzzy. watery eyes staring at mama as you assimilated everything.

a sting snapped you awake, first slap, then a squeeze of your jaw. "be grateful." ashamed you swallowed again, mama is disappointed, you pout. "thank you mama, thank you." again another slap, not as harsh "thank you for what?" the hand in your hair pulling on it, making a fist. "thank you for feeding me your spit mama, thank you so much" a kiss interrupted your pleads. deep and warm, the spot between your legs growing so so hot. "such a thankful little girl, so pretty".

her hands slid under your armpits, picking you up, sliding you chest to chest, your legs over hers. your head hiding in the crook of her neck. "mama'mell so good." you muttered. sinking deeper to sniff all of her, your mama's smell.

she kissed your neck, sucking and biting. making sure her doll will have a pretty mark. her hands sliding up and down your waist. inching closer and closer to your clothed tits, puffy nipples undelined by your thin shirt. her fingers pinching, hard. "m-mama…!" you held onto her arms. you couldn't help but moan, tiny flinches sending pressure to your soaking cunt.

eventually she sneaked under your shirt, bunching up the fabric over your chest. pulling and rubbing your sensitive buds. you bit your tongue, embarrassed at the sounds threatening to escape your mouth. she caught on, both hands going up to gripping each side of the inside of the wet hole. thumb hooking inside, the rest gripping your jaw. forcing the lower half of your face open, the thumb stopping you from closing completely. "don't even fucking think about biting me, dog." she spat, you squeezed your eyes open as she attacked your tits. bitting down on your nipple, tears forming. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts. but oh, how you were clenching on to nothing, sobbing and gasping. "m-mam" you sounded so dumb. your hands moving to her wrists. she slowed down, only kissing now. the puffy and flushed skin looked so pretty.

"such a good girl…" she growled, giving soft kisses all over your torso. smelling your skin, her tongue drawing circles on it. "such a pretty doll, so sweet." caressing your hips, "melting so good under my touch." you hum in agreement, she's so nice to you.

you were growing impatient, core pulsating , warm and sloppy. soaked and you couldn't do anything about it, her cock was too far and she had a death grip on you, neglecting your poor pussy. you whined rising the volume, begging for her attention. she met your eyes, thumb grasping your chin, making you meet her gaze, pulling you into a sweet kiss. "what's wrong, baby?" a big pout on your lips "mm- mama, i wanna cum" you sniffled, her gaze growing dark, hungry. "yeah? you want mama to take care of your pretty pussy?".

you nodded, hands sliding to your forgotten sex. but again, a slap. "ask nicely, you know this" she looks at you, brows furrowed together, looking condescending, pitiful, dissapointed. your stomach is in knots. when she spoke like this, you wanted to cry, you were disappointing her, but you couldn't help and feel so dizzy when she did.

"please, please, please mama! touch me, touch all over, mama." you purred against her hand. puppy eyes, pleading to be taken. your whole body shaking, needy. "such a fucking mess, so beautiful." she kissed you again. "mama wants to make you cry."

as the words left her mouth, she shoved two fingers into your mouth, all the way down your throat. you gagged, teary eyes. sliding them in and out with no hesitation. felling up your hot mouth, drool spilling all over, dripping down your chin, rolling off to your chest. her other hand, touching all over your clothed pussy "you are fucking dripping. dumb puppy." finally getting some friction made you gasp, muffled by the stuffing in your mouth. you started grinding up and down. her fingers pinched down you clit, a muffled whimper, scolding you.

"did mama tell you to move move your hips, mm?" you couldn't answer, muffled 'no' rumbling in your used throat. "dumb slut." her fingers began circling your clit, fast, harsh. so much, too much. your pussy was burning, aching for this. your body melting, jerking with each touch.

wrecking sobs, you were feeling so much. tears dripped down your cheeks, your nose becoming stuffy, you couldn't breathe. you couldn't breathe and that made you quiver. your hands grabbed anywhere you could, gripping for stability.

she pinched, slapped and played with your clit as she pleased, moulding you. "can't breathe, doll?" your face growing redder by the second, the fingers in your mouth weren't moving, but everything was turning upside down. you tried to pull her hands away, failing over and over. feeling dizzy, fuzzy all around, your body aching for oxygen, eyes rolling down the back of your head, sniffing and trembling, drool pouring over.

she smiled wickedly as watching you struggle for a few seconds more, purposefully digging deeper and deeper into your mouth, three fingers fucking your mouth. tickling your tongue, the gags became minimal, so fucked out your jaw stiffed, such a slut. you tapped on her leg, arm. anywhere. please mama.

"pretty painslut." she pulled his fingers out, you took a big big inhale, sniffingling over and over. little gasps following. "you are even wetter now princess, did you know?" she took the soaked fingers to her mouth, eyes making sure you saw how she licked the digits clean. "i'll give you what you want." she grabbed you by the throat, throwing your body down the bed, her legs spreading yours, holding you down. dominant hand pushing away your lacy underwear.

"so puffy and pink." she talked to herself, licking her lips as she admired it. "such a pretty cunt for a pretty boy like you." fingers trailing up and down the slit, it was sweaty, wet and it reeked of need. she could feel the warmth.

"smelly slut" after coating her fingers on your juice she brought them up to your mouth. "take out your tongue pup." you comply, and she wiped them on the soft flesh, playing a little with it. her face aligned with you pussy once again. "are you a dirt slut?" you replied in bliss "mh-hm" nodding. "do you want my spit on your pussy?" she asked. you nodded. a sharp slap making you scream, it landed right in your aching bud. you gripped the bed.

"ask properly." again, running her fingers up and down your slit, spreading you open. "i want mama's spit all over my pussy, please please. all over it." the cold substance landing in your messy hole, being spread by her fingers, she watched how it seemed to swallow the liquid with every clench. "good girl".

her fingers rammed into your pussy, immediately spreading you, hand around your throat tightening. your hands closing in her wrists. the squelching sounds filling the room, your cheeks grew red. "such a doll, a shy and pretty doll." she started shaking her hand, almost vibrating it while rubbing that delicious spongy place. "all needy for me, swallowing my fingers like a whore." you gasped for air, choking as you felt how dangerously close your were to your orgasm. "want mama to make a mess of you?" you nodded. "be a good puppy and pant for me".

tongue out, you started moaning, loud and whiny. "mama, mama, i'll cum, i'll cum!" kept going harder, thumb circling your clit, pussy shaking all around as she rubbed that yummy place. tears falling down your eyes. "you can cum, cum for mama. do it baby."

all the pressure made your bladder start to hurt, you whined, strained begging cries. sobbing. "mama, mm'gonna pee." you sniffled. "pee all over mama, mm? don't you want to? mark mama as yours pup." she encouraged, the hand on your throat scurried down to your belly, pressing down, you grabbed onto it "here, mama will help you so pee, be a dirty and disgusting slut and drown mama in your scent. don't you want that?" a gutural scream as you burst everywhere, wrecking your body, the squirt wetting all her pants and bed, your tight hole squeezing her fingers.

she leaned down, arms wrapping your legs. gaving one long stroke with her tongue, tasting your stinky stench. "fuck, fuck baby you are so disgusting." she licked again, and this time you cried out, every nerve was on fire, it hurt, you squealed. "come on, hold it." she licked again, now intruding your hole with her fat tongue, fucking it. "mma is... too much, too much", you started crying hands gripping on to the sheets, attempting to move your legs, she gripped you harder.

her tongue was now going at a faster rate, pulling it out now every so often to slurp whatever may be falling. "you are so tight, like a sweet virgin doll aren't you?" she sucked on your clit releasing it with a pop, you whimper "mama!" she smiled and gave it a kiss "like a virgin doll that is actually a pretty slut. squirting all over mama. with a begging fucking hole".

she sank inside you, long thick flesh digging inside, nose rubbing exactly in your bundle of nerves, she started to move her whole head up and down. "mama!! m-mama please!" you wailed, shaking your head. "no, no, no, mama please stop!!" she kept sucking, harder, moving faster. pulling you as close as possible. nails digging in your thighs. you where sobbing "ma, hic, mama, hic... pleease." stumbling your words. drooling slightly.

she pulled out her tongue, leaching onto you clit, sucking it, grazing her teeth slowly against it, you squealed, a sob making you back arch "mama!!" you kept sobbing as she abused your poor cunt, sucked and sucked, one hand pressing down your stomach. "pee on mama's mouth, let me taste my doll." you begged, you begged to stop, this was so humiliating. she started chuckling while she lapped at you, the vibrations. you choked, a broken moan. she began to growl, whimper and hum against you.

"cum!! cumming-ah!" you gripped her hair, legs squeezing around her ears, arching you back as the warm liquid filed her mouth, spilling on to the blankets. you twitched.

she pinned you down, hugging your waist and laying you into you side, resting your head in her chest. "mama…" sleepy baby.

"mama, let me suck your cock."

"please, mama."

for doggy anon <3

dividers by : @/cursed-carmine

[not-so-normal-wh0re]

Guys genuinely what should I do for pride month??? Drop ideas in the comments please!!!!