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hxtties:

make no mistake, it didn’t matter which one of them would bear the fruits of his seed first. calvin was set on breeding all of his brides as often as he could. more so set on using their bodies at his leisure. whatever reasons he’d given was a means to an end. though he did at least believe some of his own teachings and leanings. this was something he felt he was meant for. something he felt he deserved. he’d not complain about gorgeous, young women eagerly obeying his every word, allowing him to consume them mind, body and soul. and by night’s end, he’ll see to it that the three of them will each be thoroughly consumed.

it wasn’t much longer before the trio would finally make their way into the room. smiles on their faces, the concoctions having already begun taking it’s effect on them. their bodies seemed to have been prepped up and ready to be claimed as well. as he demanded. “as a matter of fact, you are.” he answered, standing up and stepping from behind his desk to approach the three of them. seemed like his orders had been followed down to the letter. “though perhaps that should be of no surprise.”

a symphony of giggles ensues, each of the girls clearly flattered by calvin’s approval. they can hardly contain their bubbly excitement as he draws closer. rose feels hot in an unfamiliar way. her skin looks flushed and she can’t stop nibbling on her bottom lip. clementine is rubbing the skirt of her dress, right over her thighs so close to where that shower head teased her chaste body. laurel on the other hand is the stillest of the bunch, captivated by calvin’s voice. his baritone sends tingling sensations throughout her body and an involuntary, gentle moan escapes her parted lips.

“you are our divine leader. your wisdom knows no bounds,” rose says wistfully, beaming at him and excitedly shuffling on her feet.

“so you’ll marry us then? and bless one of us with the messiah? do you know who? is it me?” clem pipes up, practically bouncing on her toes, smiling just as brightly.

“please marry me first," laurel says softly, but the other girls chime in as well, singing their ‘pleases’ to calvin, trying so hard to stay where they are and fight the urge to run into his arms. each wants to be first even though they know little of what that means.

#the flowers ⊕ calvin #the flowers thread.#hxtties #guest.

this blog is so sad :(

how so? i’ve been having a grand old time with it :)

#ooc.

Which of your girls would make the best stupid bimbo?

ila no doubt. all boobs, no brains. she’s a ditzy, giggling cock-gobbler. she probably would misspell “cock-gobbler” tbh

CLASSIC BIMBO PLOTS. (The bimbo in question can be your muse of choice.)

Bimbo is a waitress or Hooters girl. She gets a lot of attention, probably more than any of the other girls on the staff, thanks to her bubbly personality and her super prominent assets, which her uniform can only do so much to contain. The men love her, and she couldn’t be happier to serve them! Even if they smack her ass whenever she’s passing by or try to cop a feel whenever they can, or pull her into their lap whenever she’s sweet talking them, or what have you; men love her, and she loves men. So much that she even invites them over to the establishment whenever there’s a slow day and/or she’s bored and feeling like she’s not getting enough attention.

Bimbo is out and about in a downtown area. And unfortunately for her and her clueless self, she’s kinda lost track as to where she is. Either she’s trying to get somewhere that she’s nowhere near, or she’s gone too far off the beaten path in the strip mall because she saw so many nice looking things that kept her going further and further away from an area she was at least a little familiar with. It isn’t until she finds someone she thinks she can trust - a.k.a. a really hot guy, who might even be the one that comes onto her asking if she’s okay - that she decides maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask for help. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

Bimbo has applied for an office job, either as a secretary or something of that nature. While the application does call for clerical experience, which she has none of, she hopes to make a good impression when she’s called in for an interview. She might also hope that her work history (or lack thereof) doesn’t ruin her chances at having a shot at this job.

Bimbo is stuck either on the side of the road or at her home, wherever that is, and she’s found herself unfortunately in a bind where she’s experiencing some car trouble. Maybe she’s got a flat tire, maybe the car’s stuck in a sinkhole or a ditch. Maybe the engine’s gone out, and as far as Bimbo knows, the car is as good as broken, because she doesn’t know how to jump start it. Whatever the case may be, she has to call on somebody for help. If she’s stuck on the side of the road, either she starts waving at passing cars in hopes of getting someone’s attention, or maybe help comes right to her while she’s stressing out about it. If she’s at home, she could either call up a friend or even a professional, or she could knock on the door of one of her neighbors, on the off chance that maybe they could lend her a hand.

Bimbo is out in public with a girlfriend or two - either at a bar or diner, or even at a shopping center or mall of some sort - when all of a sudden one of them takes notice to a guy who could either be just kinda cute or really, really hot. (Depending on type and/or FC, of course.) For a while, the girls talk and giggle amongst themselves, though eventually Bimbo decides to take it upon herself to make the first move, either going up to him in the interest of starting a conversation that she may or may not have complete interest in - after all, she’s really only following feelings of attraction, not a genuine interest in his personality - or making bold advances like flashing her stuff or drawing attention to her assets by asking for the guy’s opinion on how she’d look in certain skimpy clothing.

#wanted.

domination14stuff

#wanted.#kenzie.#laurel.#davi.#marisol.#adalind.

fmfs-a

smut starter call | m/f nsfw gifs

all gifs courtesy of @kinkythiings

Put a number in my inbox for a drabble/thread starter inspired by the corresponding image. Whether you look or not is entirely up to you. (Alternatively, send in ‘random’ and one will be chosen at the writer’s discretion.) Fair warning: some of these gifs might be a bit on the more aggressive side.

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#askbox.

cxh

#kenzie.

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Things I Want My Rapist To Say

“You look so pretty.”

“I’m going to rip you up with this cock.”

“I know you like this. Your pussy is wet.”

“Squeeze my cock.”

“God, you’re a tight fuck.”

“You feel so good.”

“This is your fault for looking so hot tonight.”

“Cry for me, baby. It makes me hard.”

“I can’t wait to do this again sometime.”

“Cum on my dick. Show me how much you like it.”

“Thanks for the fuck.”

“That wasn’t so bad, right?”

#using this as a meme prompt post lol #send one and i'll have a slut respond accordingly #askbox.

hxtties:

(open to f. based on [X]. could use 2 or 3 women total if wished)

Any moment now. The bride(s) will be striding in any moment now, ready for the proceedings. It was only a day or so earlier that Calvin had made his decision, choosing which of the women among the flock that would be given the luxury of being a bride for him. No, he was not above having multiple. The more to serve and please him, the better. And that was the role they were chosen for. What he wants, what he desires, takes priority. If and when he wants to claim them, he will. When he wants to breed them, he will. Tonight is the first night where they will be claimed, taken and used for his benefit. He was waiting now, for their bodies to be prepped for what was coming, for them to be brought to heightened states of arousal, for them to be needy.

It was only a matter of time now. It might not be necessary for his plans, but it was desired. He insisted on it in all honesty. He was far too into the idea of using women and their bodies for his benefit and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. He also demanded loyalty, and this would be quite a test of it. How loyal were they? How obedient would they be? Would they be deserving of his attention? Would they be deserving of his seed? Deserving of the luxury of servitude? Well, that remains to be seen.

rose, clementine, and laurel were all excited to be chosen as calvin’s brides. well ... in truth they were more nervous than anything, and probably a little scared too. birthing the messiah is a lot of pressure for girls so young and they certainly lacked the experience to fully comprehend what that would mean for them. but such worries are of the past now, because the three brides in white are nothing but giddy as they approach their leader thanks to the cult’s engagement ritual. juice laced with mdma and premenopausal libido drugs, a few minutes with a shower-head spray courtesy of their proud mothers, and the chosen three were ready for the biggest night of their lives.

“i still can’t believe that our wombs will carry the son! well, one of ours will,” rose jokes, though clem waves it off.

“i’m more interested in being calvin’s favorite truth be told. i’m glad i’ll have you, my sisters, with me but being a wife is the greatest honor a woman can have. and we get the best man! aren’t you excited laurel?”

laurel hangs back a bit, trailing behind the other too brides. despite being roofied, she’s still feeling reserved. at least she is until they enter the grand tent, decorated for the occasion. “wow...” she says, but she’s not looking around. calvin looks absolutely heavenly right there, and laurel can’t take her eyes off him. this desire is foreign to her, but she keeps herself at bay, giggling along with the other two as they line up. “are we ... to your liking? i think we’re all nervous about the wedding but we ... still tried to look our best.” the other two aren’t nearly as bashful, nodding and giggling away.

#the flowers thread.#laurel thread.#guest.#the flowers ⊕ calvin #hxtties

lustbcy:

a sly smirk tugged at the corner of roman’s lips, pleased to see that his threat seemed to have shut her up. he wasn’t about to be rushed just cause she was feeling guilty about this. it wasn’t like he’d sent her nude to himself. “i’m about to make you pay if you don’t shut up.” he muttered as he stroked himself, seeing she was reluctant to even look at him. “now touch yourself.” he demanded, biting his lower lip as he grew harder at the sight of her fully exposed to him.

davi’s never been talked to like that, certainly not by her mild-mannered fiancé. it shocks her, and visibly so. she even looks at him with her mouth agape for a moment before absentmindedly following his instructions. albeit, she’s a little afraid of retaliation while in the vulnerable position, but leans back anyhow. one hand to her clit the other to her nipple both begin circling. davi’s eyes stay on roman for a beat more before dropping to the bedspread. “...like this?” the fact he’s enjoying this so much makes her feel sick and dirty, but she doesn’t dare stop.

#davi thread.#davi ⊕ roman #lustbcy

hxtties:

calvin wouldn’t really consider himself much the dating type either. mostly because they tended to be boring as hell and usually didn’t amount to much in the grand scheme of things. hell, he sure as hell wasn’t the relationship type. he was more of the very insistent on getting what he wanted type. calvin tended to be more in the market for a plaything and a pet, rather than a girlfriend. and if he had the play the long game for that, he was willing to be patient. that said, there are times when the lines between the three could be rather blurred. and if anything, based on interactions with kenzie so far, this would be one of those cases. which very much worked in his favor. then again, he’s not complaining about her pushing those huge tits together either way, is he? “ah, so you consider yourself a people pleaser then?” he questioned with a light smirk as she lowered her lips on her straw, clearly trying to keep his attention. not that she needed to try too hard, considering both his own goals and the lack of other interesting things around. credit to the blonde, she seemed to know her place.

people pleaser? not so much, but a man-pleaser ... that’s a little more kenzie’s speed. she responds with a cute little flutter of her eyelashes before a dramatic drag back up the straw. “i’m just a girl trying to have a good time. and i can’t have a good time unless the men around me are. i like being accommodating.” though she struggles to know if she’s doing a good job of that without his verbal conformation. he seems interested in looking at least, but he’s actually a man she’s attracted too. kenzie’s not stuck up at all, any man has a free claim to her body. but for some men, the ones she finds hot, she’s willing to go that extra mile. even make a fool out of herself if necessary. calvin is one of those, exactly kenzie’s type. she wants him to want her, his attention and lust would send her over the moon. “do i ... please you?” she presses again, coming off a little insecure without meaning to. “i mean do you like what i’m wearing?” cue her puffing out her cleavage once more.

#hxtties #kenzie thread.#kenzie ⊕ calvin

virtces:

“oh i wouldn’t say that,” now he really does feel sorry for her. even if she was the sluttiest person in the world, that didn’t mean it wasn’t sad that she wasn’t be able to cum. jay reached over to her chair, hooking his fingers around the area of her seat between her legs and pulled the chair—and her—closer to him until their seats were nearly touching. despite the fact that she had massive tits–which were almost spilling out of her outfit he might add–it was almost ridiculously easy to drag her over to him. he smiled at her, liking the way she would stutter and was tongue tied around him. her flush spread down from her cheeks, accentuating her features quite nicely. she was almost acting like a shy little maiden. it was amusing. almost cute. jisoo towered over her, even sitting down and he hadn’t moved the hand that was between her knees, “because i personally think there’s nothing better than watching a whore cum and knowing that all her pleasure is in my hands. i could decide whether or not she gets to cum until she passes out. or have her ride the edge until she’s willing to do the absolutely filthiest, nastiest things to even get the smallest chance of cumming.” maybe it was the sadist in him, or the god complex he had that made him think everything was in his control. he slid his hand up her thigh, massaging the soft skin there with his thumb as he kept looking at her face, as if jisoo didn’t even notice what he was doing. “see if it was me—i would have you realize what it really means to be a true slut. that your pleasure is important because it’s in service of your master’s. and his pleasure should be yours.”

the moment her chair starts to drag against the floor, kenzie’s body goes rigid and presses against the back. it’s certainly unanticipated, leaving her with no ability to react. there’s no escaping jisoo now. she feels trapped by him, petrified by his intensity, yet her she fights the reflexive urge to clench her thighs. she’s acutely aware of his hand there. kenzie is staring wide-eyed right into his gaze, holding onto each syllable. maybe it’s all her edging or her general attraction to jisoo, but she finds him so hot right now that he may as well be talking right into her pussy. she even makes a sharp groaning noise when he squeezes her thigh, causing her to squirm some. “jay...” she squeaks, clutching the hem of her skirt. calling kenzie kinky would be incorrect, she’s just a common set of holes. and while she’s never considered having a master before, she’d say just about anything to keep jisoo touching her body. “is that what you want? to control me? to teach me to be a better slut?” the pressure he’s applying to her skin shoots straight up her leg to her clit. kenzie almost put on a thong for this date, an act that would’ve betrayed her viral “panties get in the way” tiktok. jisoo always seems so polite, so she at least thought about being less of a whore for a while. it makes her happy to learn she wouldn’t have to change one bit to be a fun ride for him. “because ... i’ve wanted you to fuck me for a while. i tried to be obvious but i didn’t know you even noticed me until today...” she trails off, her eyes flitting all over his handsome face before meeting his again. “even though we’re in public, i still want you master...” she giggles, attempting to drive his hand higher beneath her skirt by pulling his wrist.