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Episode 10 Opener prediction

@heyitstyyy

Ur that guy who made the shaken baby syndrome mk art, right?

Yep👍 it was a gift for @/TripTickett on Twitter with their designs of Wukong, Mac, and MK. It’s a bit old now and I’d definitely draw some things differently, but I still enjoy their family weirdness haha

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@truches

Hirohiko Araki Tumblr Masterpost

Marilyn Monroe poses for a portrait in her 20th Century-Fox dressing room, 1952 | Earl Theisen

can't be bothered by the full setup rn but this request rotted my brain for a while teehee… sorry i lost the request btw 😞😞

cw — f-minization, facef-cking, and c-mming untouched

FEM ALIGNED/MINORS DNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Joseph stared at himself in the mirror. This… this was crazy. He's crazy. You're crazy.

But as he turned around slowly, examining every little bit of himself-- he couldn't help but giggle a tiny bit nervously. He did look good, right? After all, the way you had looked at him when he had first worn his Ms. Tequila getup was certainly something he wouldn't forget. Not to mention how you had very passionately made out with him in the backseat of the car on the way home, not wearing the outfit but still having that messy makeup lingering. To which you, of course, messed up even more. Joseph was very much into it.

Which led him to his current little predicament.

He swallowed thickly and lightly tugged at the short purple dress, adjusting the way it hugged all his curves. To be quite frank, he was surprised it even fit him in the end. It was a little tight around the chest and thighs, but it would suffice for now. Just as long as he looked pretty, right? Right… right. He was having doubts… but Joseph didn't have much time to question anything.

He leaned over the vanity, grabbing a bright red lipstick and staring at it. "A little tacky looking… but it should match." The man mutters to himself before very, very carefully applying it to his lips. Unlike the disguise from before, he was actually trying to look nice, especially considering this was a special night. He had practiced in his down time, so he was a little experienced at this point. Joseph had already applied blush, contour, and mascara, and it was now with the finishing touches.

He picked up a clear lipgloss that smelled and tasted like fruits, passing it over the lipstick for a nice shiny finish. He put the gloss down and stared at himself in the mirror again. Though Joseph already had a rosy tint to his cheeks from the makeup, he could feel himself heating up underneath it all. He swallows thickly and lightly fans himself, cursing under his breath for being too into this. This was his own fault anyways—  but he would have never imagined that he would enjoy dressing up like a woman. At first, it had been a one time thing for infiltration, but after seeing the look in your eyes seeing him… it lit a spark in him. He swallows thickly and slips on the earrings he had bought for the outfit, hurrying up a bit so he wouldn't be late in meeting you.

As Joseph finishes up, slipping on a white fur coat over his shoulders. He checks himself in a full length mirror by the hotel door as he gets ready to leave. With all his jewelry and makeup, he really does look like a woman… even if he was quite tall by himself, adding three inches with his heels. He was seriously pushing 6'6. But—  by gods, did he look gorgeous. There's a small smile on his face as he does a little twirl and checks himself out for any imperfections before grabbing his purse and keys.

Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much. He really shouldn't have.

There was a shiver up Joseph's spine as he leaves his hotel room… he couldn't wait to see you.

— ♡ —

The dinner between you two had been going great until Joseph had jokingly suggested that they order tequila. You had agreed because there's never one too many drinks in the world… but the young man had definitely sipped a little too much liquor. Now, he clung onto you, babbling loudly about whatever it is he's speaking about—  because, quite frankly, you aren't paying attention. You stared down at him, watching as Joseph's breasts pushed up against your arm whenever he got nice and close. His lacy bralette peaking through the low dip of his dress.

Joseph may have been drunk, but he was very much aware of your little staring problem. This caused him to stick his tongue out a bit and lean in even closer, purposely showing off his chest to you even more. He purrs out, "Hasn't your mother told you it's rude to stare at a woman like that?" The man says while pawing at the buttons of your shirt, slipping his manicured fingers over the white fabric. There was a cheeky smirk on his face the entire time, even as he brought his wine glass up to his lips and sipped at it. This irked you a bit but you huffed, laughing a bit after.

"My, my, you really are hammering down on this role, aren't you, Jojo?" You said with a hum, attentive to how the man came even closer at your words. "Of course, just for you. I'm an actor after all!" He exclaims proudly, a little too loudly, which makes you a little glad you had booked a private room for just the two of you for the rest of the night. This gladness increases tenfold when Joseph's hand slide down your chest and straight up grope your semi-hard cock through your pants.

"Getting a little excited, aren't we?" He coos, feigning surprise as he hooks his fingers over your belt and pulls you closer, your hips meeting one another other. He lets out a soft pant as he lightly grinds against you, you could feel his hard on through the thin silk fabric of his dress. Your eyes narrow a bit, "That's funny, because you're the one who's been touchy all evening, sweetheart." You point out, to which Joseph scoffs. He downs the rest of his wine and sets it down finally, just to get up and straddle your hips. You knew this was going to happen. The man smirks down at you and starts rolling his hips around, watching your hands fly to his hips. "See? We're both equally touchy." He says, having done all of this just to prove a point to you, which is extremely in character for him.

But despite all your chatter, Joseph continues grinding down his hips on you. His strong arms wrapped around your neck as you're face to face with his chest, to which you start kissing and biting the moment the dress dips low enough to expose his breasts for you. Joseph's bickering above you is briefly stopped by a soft whine, looking down at you as you mark his chest. He keeps up with the pace, albeit a little slower now as he feels a hand slip over his thigh, underneath his dress. "You ought to be careful, I spent a pretty penny on this outfit." The man comments as he feels you roughly unclipping one of his garterbelts. You apologise by sliding a finger over his pierced nipples through the fabric of his dress and the bralette.

The noise you got from him was simply divine.

At this point, Joseph had briefly stopped grinding against you, too busy panting and trying to catch his breath. You watched him carefully, staring as his lips fall at the feeling of your hands roughly grabbing his ass and forcefully moving him. "You know, you ought to do some work for me, pretty girl." You say with a low hum, gently patting his hip as you make him get up. Joseph is confused at what you mean until you gesture to his dress.

His face blooms a deep red as he stutters for a moment, his brain struggling to catch up before he starts undressing himself in front of you. Your very gaze is enough to leave him hot and bothered. He stands there in the lingerie specially made for him, a light pink and hugging all of his curves. He refuses to catch your eye but he still has that bratty attitude.

"You should hurry this up. Leave a lady waiting too long and she'll find someone else to satisfy her." Joseph says pointedly, a hand on his hip.

You roll your eyes and start slipping off your shirt, "Just get on your knees, Jojo. We're going to have a bit of fun now, don't get your panties in a twist." You can see Joseph grimace a bit before finally sinking to his knees in front of you, looking up at you through those dark lashes of his. You run a hand through his hair, watching as he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He presses his face against your clothed cock and passes a tongue over it. His eyes open again, this time with a lust much stronger than before.

"You want my cock, pretty girl?" You tease him, a smirk on your face. "You've been horrible this evening but I'm feeling nice." You murmur softly, caressing his hair a bit more before unzipping your pants finally. Normally Joseph would've made a rude comment to make up for his pride, but now, he could care less—  he just wants you down his throat. The moment your tip slaps against his cheek, he lets out a desperate groan and opens his mouth to taste you. He gets right to work even without your command, taking you into his mouth. You groan softly and lightly tug at his brown curls, watching as Joseph goes down as much as he can on your cock, stroking whatever he couldn't fit with his hand.

He looks up at you, his eyes glazed over with tears as he tries to go deeper in attempt to please you. You push his head down a bit more, hearing him gag but press on anyways. His nose buried at your nape, he takes deep breaths as he warms your cock, lightly sucking before suddenly pulling back. He coughs a bit, but the way pre dripped from his panties onto the floor and how he looked at you—  it was clear the man was into it. He goes right back in, stroking you with his hand before taking you into his mouth again, bobbing up and down rapidly. Hearing you moan his name and flood his ears with praises makes the tips of his ears go red and his body hot. There was nothing better than pleasing you.

Joseph's lipstick had been smudged all over his face and your cock, but neither of you care at this point. In fact, you grabbed the man's hair suddenly and pulled him back, forcing him off of your cock. He let out a raspy, confused whine, "What— what's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?" He asked, gently gripping at your thighs as he looked up at you with such disappointment in his eyes. You smile despite this, "You're doing amazing, love… but let's go with a faster pace." You suggest, patting his head a bit before getting a good grip on his hair. "You know the signals, right?" Joseph nods and taps your thigh twice, "Would've choked to death before if I didn't." He jokes, making you chuckle a bit.

"I promise I'll be gentle, sweetheart." Complete and utter bullshit, he knows it.

You carefully push him down your cock with a groan, feeling the heat of his mouth lightly suck on you. Then you suddenly slam him down the rest of the way. You shifted your hips, forcing yourself down his throat as he clenches at your thighs for support. His cock twitches in the tight confines of his panties and he knows he's going to cum untouched if this goes on the way it does. You fuck his face relentlessly, chasing your own high as you basked in the glory of seeing tears stream down the man's face, his mascara and eyeliner leaving behind a messy trail. The thought of being used like a two cent whore was getting him off more than he'd like to admit, but by god did he love the feeling.

Drool mixed with pre-cum run down the sides of his mouth as you use him as you please, your cock twitching in his mouth at the feeling of him tightening around you. You groan a bit, "Fuck, you're so gorgeous. Such a good girl you are, f'me… doin' all this, just for us…" You mutter softly, speeding up your thrusts into his throat. Joseph felt light-headed, not only from the lack of oxygen, but from the praise itself as well. Every time you hit the back of his throat, he swore he could see stars. "Gonna fill up that pretty little mouth of yours for being so good to me, and you're gonna take all of it." Joseph had no choice but to nod in agreement, as much as he could really.

You gripped his hair a bit tighter, a loud moan slipping past your lips as you forced yourself as much as you could into his mouth, spilling deep into his throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, a high pitched whine could be heard from him as his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. That last thrust had been his breaking point, staining that expensive lace with his own cum. It dripped onto the floor, causing even more of a mess for you both to clean later. Joseph swallowed what he could, extremely satisfied with the taste against his tongue. You pulled back and shot the rest of your load onto his face and open mouth—  watching as he licked up every last drop of your seed. He leaned in and cleaned off your cock as well, just for you.

You finally let go of his hair, gently running your fingers through it apologetically. "You did so good, Joseph. I'm proud of you. Sorry for going so rough on you." You mutter softly, making the man chuckle a bit. "Oh yeah? Then I suppose you'll be willing to make it up to me?" Joseph says with a purr, standing up off of his now bruised knees as he leans onto the table you both had your dinner at.

The look he gives you says it all but his actions are what catches your attention, truly. He fully leans over the table, moving the ruined panties to the side for you to ravage him.

He bites his bruised lower lip and utters softly, "Won't you please your pretty girl for a moment longer?"