#pervy bf

[prettiestgrlnthemorgue]

God, i love switches. Pinning me down, slapping my face, being all dominant… when all i have to do is whisper “Who’s my good boy?” While you’re in it and you immediately become desperate and subby for me. Just like flicking on a light switch. All of a sudden, you’re begging me to let you cum but 30 seconds ago you were so confident and in control. Now you’re just a little toy for me, at my full disposal. *chefs kiss* 

[pptythe3rd]

this is sooo self-indulgent its disgusting

im sorry if its shit

minors piss off please and thank you xx

warnings: titus is a bit of a mysogynistic prick (he calls reader's mum a stupid bitch and calls ursula a bitch), sort of established!relationship, sort of a situationship/'casual' thing tho, teasing, swearing, flirting, a loooot of praise and 'good girl', reader's lowk just as bad as titus actually cause she's just a rich young ho with a lot of daddy and mummy issues, age gap (both are legal, consenting adults - reader is 20, titus is unc status (idk his real age sorry)), toxic creepy titus, kind of sugar daddy vibes, reader calls titus daddy and he calls himself daddy, lots of petnames (bunny, darling, baby, princess), they kiss, but no real smut, oh and sort of cockwarming? maybe, titus may or may not commit a crime — idk if its a crime but drugging someone to sleep??? no somno tho

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pervy!titus danforth who knows you to be the daughter of one of ursula's socialite friends, the little thing that prances about in flowing mini skirts and kitten heels, gliding your way through the estate whenever his twin has decided they should be the hosts of a function —which, to his dismay, involves absolutely no bloodshed whatsoever. in short, for him it's a dreadfully boring affair, until he catches his first glimpse of you, stepping out of a limousine behind your mother

her hair is stacked atop her head in thick bunches of curls, dreadfully dyed and damaged as a result, her dress is too tight and her jewelry doesnt match. worst of all though, are the ever-growing pitiful attempts at prolonging her beauty, most notably in the form of an overdone boob job and a half-botched face-lift. when she brushes past him and squeals, approaching the 'best friend' she likely shit-talks whenever she gets the chance, his nose twitches in that usual quick show of disdain, eyes flitting away gladly to fall on you instead, finding you already smirking back at him

though shes only got sixteen years on you — the sweet little accident that you are — the differences are plain as day. your face is fresh and soft, downy and round, where hers is tense and sour; your arms are a little chunkier around your triceps and your thick thighs curve and sway beautifully with every movement where hers have been altered all too many times for the liking of any sane person, he thinks; your tits jiggle with your strides where hers remain perfectly round and eery, unnatural. her opposite in every way, you are the very picture of nothing but the magnificence of youth, untouched

unable to do anything but ogle your pretty little body from the corner of the room, he leans back against the bar, the loose satin of his black shirt pulling tight over his thick arms, eyes clinging to your form like any other sight would be a waste of his precious time. his head tilts as he watches you accept a champagne flute with a pretty smile and a 'thank you' to the staff who delivered it

he's been just watching, lurking and watching, for an hour now, as you flit from person to person behind your mother, surrounded mostly by people with at least twenty years on you, eyes tracking you, studying you, how you give quick smiles that he knows aren't real and get by with a few words before they entirely blank you

"excuse me," he grunted, having taken only three strides to close in on your lonesome form amid the swarms of women. when you turn to glance at him, your cheeks pink and your eyes wide, he smirks and leans down slightly to tease, "you even old enough to drink, princess?"

"titus," you utter through a breath, batting your lashes up at the familiar older man. as always, the proximity of his body has your fingers twitching, pulling slightly at the hem of your little skirt. "i will be in three months.."

"mm," his head tilts as his eyes jump up from your lips and thrust their way into your soul. "fine. best behaviour, though."

giggling slightly, you pull the glass up to your lips, uttering before the cool rim grazes them, "when am i not on my best behaviour?"

"good point," he nods slowly, watching your small fingers clutch the stem and your feet shift as you swallow back a gulp of the bubbly, dry dom pérignon. "always such a good girl..."

the low drawl of his words are enough for you to gasp, coughing slightly as your face blazes and you try ever so hard not to make a fool of yourself choking on the drink

he chuckles, drags his knuckles over the back of your hand and muses, "enjoy the party, princess. i'll come find you later."

a jolty nod is all he lets you give in return before twirling on his heel and marching back to the bar, carelessly brushing his palm just once over the bulky cock trapped in his pants, a shark anticipating its release

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pervy!titus danforth who likes to linger, never quite in your sight unless he wants you to see him, skirting the edges of the room slowly, twisting at the ring on his finger when someone draws his attention away to natter at him

he's almost certain some of the women are coming onto him, with their brief touches over his forearm and their lusty eyes, and in all honesty, escaping those such women is nothing but sweet relief. though, unable to shut their mouths, or their legs, they are surprisingly good for one thing, that being sweetening the sight of you once he's yanked himself free from their claws and caked faces, sauntering up behind you, catching you off guard, making you gasp as his front presses against your back

you're no stranger to titus' ways now, having been subject to them for half a year, but they still manage to have your arm hairs standing on end, goosebumps rolling over your abdomen as you're surprised by him once more, a nervous breath of a laugh leaving your lips

he chuckles, rests his palm on your hip, thumb pulling over the bone he can feel beneath the dip in your flesh

"come with me."

you know that tone well enough, and the stern authority rippling through it, but before you can comply willingly, he's grasped your wrist and begun tugging you out towards the garden

he sits on the bench first, still holding onto you, looking up at you through the heavy air of the night, humming lowly. "rest your legs," he tells you, a swift yank having you tumbling onto his thighs

"titus.." you gasp, planting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, watching how his eyes fall to where your skirt has ridden up. tapping your thumb against his jaw, you smile as his heavy gaze finds yours, giggling as you lean and smush your lips against his, his tongue flicking out to brush over your lips, yours stretching out to find his own, melting against it as you move to straddle his thighs more firmly, palms settling at the nape of his neck

he lets you kiss him for a while, thick hands grasping your hips, pushing your skirt down just enough so that he can feel your flesh and bunch it in his fingers, groaning onto your tongue

pulling back with a wicked smirk, he warns lowly, "careful, princess. im old enough to be your father."

"or my daddy," you muse, leaning back in before he covers your mouth with a palm. "heyy.." you whine out, and when he chuckles, youre acting first, thinking second, sinking your teeth into his flesh

gritting his teeth, tilting his head back slightly, thick neck pushing against the smooth collar of his shirt, titus shakes his head, "be good, bunny."

with a whine, you withdraw and give him your best doe eyes and that little frown you know he can't resist. "but you-"

"shush, baby, shush. yeah?"

"mhm.."

"good girl... so good," he rumbles, cupping your cheeks and dragging his thumbs over them slowly. "now.. tell me what my girl's done since i last saw you, hmm?"

"mm.. nothing," you shrug.

"nothing, huh? just nothing at all? i dont believe that, baby."

"i dunno..." the mumble comes out as you nuzzle your cheek against his hand, "i had college... job interview..."

"what, why?"

"why what?"

"why are you wasting your time on a job?" he asks it like its stupid for him to even have to. "do you need money? has that stupid bitch you call a mother been gambling too much again?"

"no.. no, i just wanna.. do my bit"

scoffing, his eyes roll and you poke his shoulder, giggling at his dramatics

titus scowls, shaking his head, fixing you with a firm glare. "im serious, bun; little thing like you shouldnt waste your time working, its pathetic. ill give you some cash, hm?"

"i dont need the money, titus..."

"well, neither do i, and i want you to have it. so youre going to be a good girl and take it."

"ti-"

"no."

you know that no. its the no. rolling your eyes, you pushed your head into his shoulder. "i have my own money."

"keep it. use mine. okay?"

"mm.."

"good bunny."

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pervy!titus danforth who slips away from everyone else after the two of you returned inside, gliding over the plush rug of the hallway until hes in the bathroom, finding the medicine cabinet. he loaded your mother's drink with enough pills to inebriate her and make it look like just another case of her alcoholism flaring up, grinning as it takes all of five minutes for her to lose her legs and consciousness until she's collapsed on the couch

helpful little thing you are, you rush to her and press your fingers against your forehead, uttering soft words that would never make their way back to you

watching on, he grimaces for a while, seeing how you flock to the woman who's never done so much as bat an eye your way where she could help it, whether or not you needed her

eventually, he pulls himself out of the teeming rage that makes his flesh hot and his blood hotter, jaw clenched as he barks at a maid to take her up to a spare room

"its alright, darling," he coos, coming up beside you as two of them lift her up from the couch and you watch on with wide eyes and parted lips, "she'll sleep it off"

"what if-"

"just relax, and enjoy the party, alright? i'll handle it. don't you worry about anything, sweet girl."

"mhmm.." you let yourself ease up against his side, nudging your chin back and forth over his shoulders as the remaining guests continue to mill about, drifting to and from the elegant rooms, admiring every opulent vase and ostentatious art piece. fingers wrapping around his upper arm, you squeeze his bicep, murmur, "m'sorry about her..."

"oh, no.. no, no," he tuts, pulling you to stand in front of him, just inches away. "dont you be sorry, its not your fault shes an embarrassment."

"mm.. i dont ever want to be like that..."

"no. no, you wont be. youre a good girl."

when his hand brushes over your chin, skims its way around to cup the base of your skull, your eyes soften, glistening under the low lights of the ballroom

"your good girl?" the words comes out as meek and small as any could, an easy smile working its way onto his lips as he nods slowly

"yeah... my good girl..." his deep rasp is enough to have you forgetting all worries of your mother, sinking into him as he walks you to a nearby leather couch, hand flattened on your hip. "thattagirl... my girl."

heels toed off and legs curled under you, you leaned into his side, caring not for any of the other guests until you heard a sharp throat-clearing behind you, squeezing your fingers around his forearm as titus lazily threw his head back, eyes landing on ursula

"what?"

you dont look back as he did, always a little intimidated by his twin, fixated instead on circling your finger over his forearm. eyes wide, she cast a warning look in your direction, before glaring at titus

"shes distressed. dont be a bitch, ursula."

narrowing her eyes, she scowls for a moment longer before shaking her head, slinking off with a drawled out, "i need a drink.."

"ignore her," titus hums lowly, leaning down until his lips nearly brushed your earlobe as he spoke. "comfy?"

"yes.. thank you, titus..."

"anytime, darling."

when everyone else had finally filtered their way back out through the double doors, titus pulls you up the stairs with him before ursula can track him down. he locks his bedroom door behind the two of you, finds the pretty night gown he'd had your favourite designer make just for you, and watches you change into it

then it's your turn, laying back as he peels off his shirt and tosses aside his slacks

you know he won't fuck you, even though at least one part of him very clearly wants to, so when he climbs onto the bed beside you, you don't ask, eyes drifting shut as he palmed your stomach and tucked his hard cock between your thighs

"pretty.. pretty girl.." he murmurs into your neck, breaths landing on your flesh as the words seep into the perfectly tempered air. "wish i could make you mine.. properly..."

"im already yours. i dont need a ring or any contract to tell me that."

"oh, my sweet bunny..."

"see?" you giggled. "your sweet bunny. i'm yours."

"yes.. yes, you are. my girl. all mine. now, get some sleep for me, little bunny, hm? daddy wants to watch you sleep."

"but, daddy-"

"no. no arguing. i know you're tired. you're going to sleep, i need you well rested for tomorrow. okay?"

"what's tomorrow?"

"tomorrow's a day, baby, it comes after today."

"not funny."

"please, i'm hilarious. now, no more distractions; you're going to sleep, and tomorrow you'll find out what we're going to do. okay?"

"okay, daddy. goodnight..."

"goodnight, sweetheart."

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morning comes at last and pervy!titus danforth is giddy for the first time in a long time, near bouncing on his feet with every step he takes back up to his bedroom, clutching a large silver tray on which breakfast is splayed out, a plate of blueberry pancakes, smothered in syrup, next to a bowl of greek yoghurt, oats and strawberries, next to a glass of pineapple juice, next to a plate of on which there sits a little card of a crisp white, a scrawling of his handwriting on both the top and bottom sides of it

gently setting down the tray on your bedside, he stepped quietly so as not to wake you, padding over to the en suite after brushing back a few hairs from your face

the shower was the first thing you heard in the morning, waking slowly with a low moan as you noted the lack of titus. not even a minute into trying to fall back asleep, you gave up, dragging yourself up from the bed, yawning dramatically as you pulled open the door to the en suite

"bunny? go back to sleep, darling-" titus' head only turned when you pulled open the glass door to the shower, eyes dropping to watch you lift your night gown over your head and step towards him, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you under the water with him. "good morning, princess," he smiled lazily, dragging his nose over your parting

your face half pushed against his chest, you mumbled, "morning... what's the surprise..?"

"your favourite," he chuckles. "shopping, bunny. of course."

"oh, yay!" you squeal, pulling your head back to grin up at him. "what about my mom?"

"you can tell her i want to treat you, can't you?"

"mmm..yeah, okay," you smiled, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. "can i get a new bra?"

"you can get ten new bras, if you want."

"can i ge-"

"bunny, let me stop you right there. you can get anything and everything that you want. okay?"

"thank you, titus... i love you so much.."

"i love you, too, princess. now give daddy a kiss, if you wanna earn that new bra."

[icanbeurdaddy]

unhinged fantasy gf x enthusiastic enabler bf <3

[precious-lust]

Pls DM me I'm very likely to respond. I just want to help you

[emoboy-cunt]

another tgirl I know in real life posted porn of herself… she flirts with me all the time, and she’s honestly pretty cute. she posted a video of her stroking her girlcock until she came and uh. I came so hard to it. she’ll probably never find out, but it still felt pervy of me. mmgh

[beckytheclown]

lay down pretty kitty.

no its okay, daddy wants to bite you just a little bit. Ur throat just looks so delicious. So irresistible.

you don’t mind if I tear it out, right?

good girl.

[nullknife]

Opening up to new punishment ideas, seems my kiddos get turned on by every little thing I seem to say or do. Who would've known they'd turn out this way.

I say as if it wasn't premeditated to tame them as my little perverted cum socks.

[his-pretty-pup]

Craving to be lovingly scared right now. Creep me out with how pretty you think I am and what you’d do given the opportunity with me, scare me with your love and devotion <3