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“Oh, darling,” the whumper cooed. They looked down at the whumpee, snivelling and crying on the floor. The whumpee shook, heaving with sobs and exhaustion, tear tracks cutting lines through the dirt on their face. The whumper leaned down a stroked hand down their cheek, ignoring the soft flinch from the whumpee. 

The whumper smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind the whumpee’s ear. “You look so fucking pathetic.”

Brats are clearly so strong and powerful and hard to manage. They definitely aren't adorable malleable little playthings. Oh noooo, please don't be sassy and disrespectful whatever will I do? How could a humble dom like me ever tame such uncontrollable beasts?

I couldn't possibly pin you down by the neck and overstimulate you until you see stars.

Or use your throat as a fleshlight until your gag reflex gets a thorough workout.

Or whip you over my knee with my belt until you beg for forgiveness.

Or double stuff you with dildos until you sob from the overstimulation.

Or use you as a naked coffee table for a few hours.

Or spank your cunt with a paddle until it's raw.

Or rail you from behind until you're exhausted.

Or make you write lines telling me how naughty you are.

Or grind on your face to get myself off.

Or make you grind on my thigh until you cum.

Or lock you in a dog crate and jerk off onto you through the bars.

Or finger you until you squeal then stuff my fingers in your mouth.

Or edge you until you beg.

Or toss you around like a ragdoll.

Or see how many fingers you can fit in your ass until your whole body shakes.

Or nibble on your neck and play with your panties until you're a drooling mess.

Or tease your holes with a dildo until you're in a hazy trance.

Or keep you tied under my desk all day.

Or make you do chores for me gagged and dressed as a maid.

Or put a remote control vibrator inside you.

Or make you eat out of a dog bowl on the ground.

Or keep you plugged all day.

Or take away your ability to wear clothes in the house.

Or strap you into a fucking machine for a few hours.

Or skullfuck you with a dildo until you cry for me.

Or keep you needy and denied all day.

Or tie you up and cover you in bite marks.

Or make you hump my boot until you forget what you were even bratting about in the first place.

Or - Anyway, brats are so powerful and scary obviously, and definitely not adorable little sluts that are actually quite easy to use.

College teacher Geto who has you infront of the class with your legs spread, pushing dildos in more and more, rubbing your clit, bringing you to several orgasms as he explains about the Vagina, going in depth as he uses your body as an explanation and all you can do is lie there in embarrassment…

(Had this in the drafts for a few days, hello.)

Okay, Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking requests at the moment but is it okay that I ask for a lil something? So, I've been looking for Vincent Van Gogh x Readers FOR EVER and can never find any. If I can, can I request a Vincent Van Gogh (Clone High) x Reader? Maybe a clone of a great artist (made up haha) and is struggling with living up to their legacy? Good make for some good Angst/Fluff 😶

I gotchu! It's in my bio if anything 😉 Before I write this, here you have other amazing blogs that have written/are writing for Vin from Clone high:

@tearsofaclonehighfan

@clone-high-imagines

@thesfwwildsophia

Perfect in his eyes

Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x reader

Summary: Your art teacher is a mean prick who definktely shouldn't teach art. When he startd to compare you to the famous artist, which you are a clone of, you can't take it. Luckilly, Vincent won't let you suffer alone.

Warnings: insecurities, panic attack, bullying by teacher

A/N: (O/N) - original person's name, I hope this isn't too long for you 😅

Let happy Vinny bring you comfort 😌

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Being an artist was...nice, most of the time. Most of your lessons were pretty chill and you could really use your imagination and come up with new, interesting ideas and test your skills with each new piece.

Yeah, being an artist was pretty cool...

Until you got an assignment that is.

Most of your classmates never had any problems with assignments, some of them even preferred being given a topic for a drawing or a painting, but not you.

You hated being given a track that your piece had to follow. You loved to be creative with what you do and so the mundane topics like 'nature' 'city' 'a portrait' felt more like handcuffs than something to spike inspiration in you.

So naturally, you tried to push these boundaries as far as you could, just to see how much you could deviate from the original task.

The teachers, of course, didn't like that at all.

Another assignment turned in, another time period of waiting for the results. Another art class and yet another scolding...

"I would like for our dear (Y/N) to stand up, but only, of course, if that doesn't restrain their creativity." those were the teasing words of your teacher, dripping eith venom.

Not trying to agitate the man even more, you slowly stood up, looking him right in the eye with defiance. "I don't know how standing up would restrain my creativity." you said lowly, trying to match his venomous tone "But I know a thing that would." you finished with a smirk.

Your teacher sighed, trying to stay calm "As you all know" he adressed the class "the theme of your work was 'lovers'." he turned his attention back to you "Would you be so kind, (Y/N), and explain what is this?!" he held up your piece of three skeletons, dressed in elegant robes, dancing the night away while gazing lovingly at each other. Well...as much as they could...

"Those are lovers who even death didn't do apart." you calmly explained. "And why exactly are there three of them?" your teacher raised his eyebrows. You just shrugged "Why wouldn't there be?"

The man just huffed from the comfort of his chair and shook his head "When I said the theme was 'lovers', I meant it as real lovers. As if a realistic piece! Real people! I'm grading this work an F."

Now that made you angry. Not only did he interrogate you every time you handed in a new piece, but now he wants to grade it poorly even though you worked your ass off to create this? Seriously?? Does he know how many allnighters you had to pull to make it perfect?? "You told us to get creative!" You complained, done with this mans bullshit.

Your teacher looked apalled. How dare you raise your voice at him?! "I didn't mean-" But you wouldn't give him the chance to finish "Like that. You wanted us to get creative, but no, not like that. That's too much. Too creative. You're too close to being original and open minded individuals!" you mocked him, fake fright in your voice.

Your teacher, sensing you had him cornered, but refusing to let a teenager win, tried to blabber out "Well, if I'd let everyone do as they please, I wouldn't have to bother setting a theme!" "And maybe that would be for the better!"

Suddenly, a dark look set in his face. Your teacher abruptly stood up and slammed his hands on his desk "I am very dissapointed by your attitude! Do you know where will your disobedience get you? Do you?! Out on the street, that's where!"

His shouting made you flinch. When your teacher saw that, he smiled triumphantly. He was getting to you. With an almost sadistic satisfaction, he decided to push on "What do you think (O/N) would think of you, huh? Just think about how dissapointed she'd be in you. You've been given such a great talent and instead of pursuing (O/N)'s legacy you only do what you want. Do you think that's really necessary (Y/N)?"

You couldn't stand it. The fake honey like tone in his voice, the fake interest in you as a person. How he compared you to (O/N), as if tou weren't your own fucking person, but just a clone.

Your stomach twisted at the feeling of all of your classmates' eyes on you, waiting for a smart rebuttal, but you couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Everybody was still looking at you! Couldn't the teacher just tell you to sit already? Breathing was becoming harder by the second, you could feel cold sweat sprout on you forhead, your throat was dry like a desert and everybody was still. Looking. At. You.

And so you ran.

You bolted out of your seat, forgetting all about your stuff, and rushed out of the classroom.

You couldn't see it, but your teacher had a smile on his face, too drunk on his victory to see the tears streaming down your face or the obvious signs of an oncoming panic attack.

Meanwhile you made it around the corner, before your legs gave up. Luckily, you could fit yourself under the school staircase leading to another floor.

You huddled up next to the wall and hugged your knees to your chest, finally letting the tears freely flow.

You remained in the same position even after the bell rang and the halls were swarmed with students. You managed to calm down a little bit, but the lesson was playing in your head over and over and every time it did, new flow of tears came out.

Before you could start panicking about next lessons and how you were going to mask that you've been crying, let alone face your classmates, a familiar shy voice softly called out to you "Hey, uh, are you ok?" the voice said as you felt a tiny body slide next to you.

You rubbed your eyes to see more clearly over the tears and saw your tiny classmate, Vincent.

He looked worried as he scanned you over with those adorable blue eyes of his, his lips pursed into a thin line, his orange hair sticking out fromhis bandages.

"What are you doing here, Vinc? You'll be late for class." you hiccupped and turned your head away from him, facing the wall.

Vincent only shook his head "Doesn't matter, I just want to make sure you're ok." he searched for more words "That was pretty terrible back there."

As if on cue, at the mention of the incident in class, a new flow of tears made their way out of your eyes. "Please don't talk about it." you croaked, voice choked by your tears. The tiny redhead rapidly shook his head.

For a while, both of you were silent. You were desperately trying not to break down against Vincent and he was wrecking his brain, trying to find a way to soothe you at least a little bit.

"Do you...wanna talk about it?" he asked uncertainly, afraid to worsen your state. You sniffed for a bit and burried your head in your knees "I overreacted I guess..." you sighed "I just...He was right. I'll never be like them. I never was even remotely like them, not personality-wise, not even artistically-wise. I'm really not doing them any justice Vinc." you forced it out of yourself before sobbing again.

You felt the tiny painter lean against you and then he muttered "That doesn't have to be a bad thing, y'know?" You turned your head to look at him, one eyebrow quizzicaly raised. "I mean, look at me." Vincent chuckled and gestured to himself "I'm probably too much like the original van Gogh..." suddenly, Vincent slouched a little "Sometimes I wish I could be someone else. Maybe life wouldn't be as hard as it is."

You couldn't help but hug him. Vincent made a startled sound at that unexpected contact, but relaxed after a second and snuggled more into you. "Don't say shit like that, Vin. You're perfect the way you are. And I wouldn't want you any different." You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

"That applies to you too, y'know?" he mumbled into your chest, looking up at your face.

You giggled, your tearstained cheeks turning apple like red. And at that moment you two decided to ditch school and just stay there.

Just two teens, perfect for each other.

Your partner calls you into their office saying they've got an online meeting and they'd like to be as comfortable as possible throughout it, all while failing to mention just how long the meeting will go for. Convincing you to let them use your face as their chair. "If you keep me feeling good during the entire meeting, I MIGHT touch you later on", they say with a wink before promptly planting their ass directly on your face. "Now, start making out with my asshole and I'll let you taste my cum later", they say in a demanding tone, grinding their entire backside across your face.

Apparently just your tongue isn't enough stimulation for them as they start grinding more and more against you, their voice hitching every now and then when being asked a question by their employers. It's hard to tell just how much time has passed while you've been squashed between their cheeks, but it has to have been longer than an hour. You hear them tell the people on call that they need to go use the bathroom quickly, before muting their mic and saying, "I hope you're ready for this", and giggling. They grind back so their pussy is right up against your mouth and you can feel how wet they are, having been using you to get themselves off the entire time. "If you don't swallow, it's gonna cover your entire body" they warn. You begin to beg them to just use the toilet when they cut you off by pissing right into your open mouth. You splutter and their piss ends up running down your body as you try and catch as much as you can in your mouth and swallow. "Such a good toilet for me", they say with pride, before reaching down to play with themselves over your mouth until they cum over you, their juices mixing with the piss all over your body. You ask them if they're finished yet but they just sit back on your face, grinding again, with your nose constantly touching up their asshole as the smell overtakes your senses causing you to gag, which, in turn makes them giggle.

The meeting lasted for about another 2 hours. Finally, you were free from the sweaty prison your face was encased in, still sticky while sucking in deep breaths of fresh air. "Now, I DID promise I'd touch you if you did good enough for me, and I keep my promises" they say, eyes twinkling at the excitement they can see on your face. However, unbeknownst to you, their meaning of "touch" isn't as fun as you were expecting it to be, which you realise as you see them getting out the small pink chastity cage which is usually kept for punishments only. You start to whine and they stop you with a stinging slap across your cheek and you quiet down, submitting to them. They then proceed to equip the chastity cage on you, while you sit their, biting your tongue in fear of another slap.

"You made such a perfect chair for me, so it's time for your reward!", they say excitedly, telling you to lean back on your arms, while spreading your legs. You watch them as they seductively walk towards you, wearing nothing but stockings. You see the lust in their eyes as they use their feet to tease you through your cage, unable to feel any actual pleasure as you strain against the weak material. "If you cum like a good toy, I'll give you the best reward I can think of, but if you don't cum from just this stimulation alone.... I hope you're ready for an extreme punishment" they say ominously as they continue feeling you up with their feet alone.

Being cuffed and blindfolded as a party game and forced to tell everyone in the party apart based on the taste of their asses, even though you've never done that to anyone before.

People grabbing your hair and forcing your mouth to their behinds as if they own you, not caring how forceful they are as long as you start pleasuring them. Others stand behind you and shove your face deeper between whoevers cheeks you're in forcing you to reek of their musk as they drag their ass back and forth over your face.

The game won't end until you can tell every single person apart in one go.

Laying in bed with a friend. They've since fallen asleep and you're just chilling on your phone when suddenly you feel their hands traversing your body. You ask them if they're awake and get no response as you turn and see they're still passed out. They pull your hips back to theirs and begin grinding and humping themselves against you. Moaning in their sleep as you realise they're having a wet dream and are using you to get off. You try to remove yourself from their grip but that just makes them grind against you stronger than before. You feel them getting hard behind you and notice that their tip has completely left their shorts and is leaking precum over your clothes. They move their hands fast and trap your wrists together with one hand and pull you closer with the other as they start grunting louder. You feel them tense up and a warm splatter shoots up your back and into your hair as they finally release you and drift back off to a deep sleep, leaving you to clean yourself up.

Friend ordering a clone of you from a sextoy site and accidentally walking in on you naked, thus assuming that the toy had arrived

No matter how hard you try to convince them to stop using you they just continue, as they chose the option to have the clone act exactly the way you would if they were actually using you

Saying how realistic it is

Ending up getting gagged by them and used multiple times a week before the actual toy arrives and they come to the realisation of what they've done

Naturally, they decide they've already gone too far now so they just reprogram the toy to train you into another sextoy for them to use

Agreeing to help a friend with their content, but not wanting your face posted online so wearing a face mask with just a hole for your mouth to be free. They cuff your hands behind your back and start slapping their cock on your face, it's scent filling your sense, you stick your tongue out and they play with it against the wet surface. you feel a trail of precum form with each slap attached to your tongue and their tip before they finally enter your mouth, slowly. They reveal that today they have a live stream planned and the major donation goal is to remove your mask, which they decided not to mention beforehand. They get more and more aggressive with each donation, eventually you have a shock collar, a ring gag, nipple clamps and still cuffed before they celebrate reaching the end goal! And as promised.... they go silent, you hear them grabbing their gear and bringing it closer to you. The sudden brightness assaults your senses as the mask is abruptly taken off and you're face to face with a camera, red light flashing to show its recording and your eyes widen. You try to move away but they grab your head and force you down on their cock once more, reading out your full name for the stream and their current address so anyone can come use you for the weekend.

Laying on the couch upside down, bored and trying to pass the time playing video games when you hear the door unlock and your roommate come in. You call out a greeting and they merely grunt in reply, obviously in a bad mood, no doubt thanks to work. you just carry on playing your game as they walk over to you and say something and you distractedly agree, too focused on the game. the next thing you know, they're in front of you and blocking the view of the TV. they drop their pants and pull their girl dick out, you see sweat practically dripping from their sack, their thighs glistening in the dim light of the room. the smell alone is enough to clear your sinuses and you can't help but focus on their musk. before you can even ask what's up, they pin your arms down, controller falling from your grip and start grinding their junk against your face, coating it with a sheen of their sweat. opening your mouth to protest, they force their length down into your throat, destroying all resistance your body offers and going as deep as they can. they start getting rougher and rougher, practically mating pressing your throat as you struggle to stay conscious beneath them. you're unable to tell how much time has passed with their dick lodged in your throat, you just hope it's over soon. their movements becoming more and more erratic as they get closer to finishing, you feel relief at being so close to being free. finally they plug your throat completely as they release almost directly into your stomach, their musky and sweaty ballsack pressed firmly against your nose, making you unable to breathe properly as they relieve themselves in you, fashioning you into their own personal fleshlight for the evening. they start pulling out and you taste the remnants of their cum on their cock, you take shuddering breaths, relishing in the fresh air. you look up at them and they smirk, deciding to plunge into your throat a few more times and pound away, just to hear your gagging again. "thanks for helping out" they say, as they release their grip on you and head for the bathroom, finally deciding they're ready for a shower as you lay in the same position, breathing heavily and eyes glazed over.

IVE BEEN

ordered basically

to make this post

and say that a cutie got into my DMs and messed with my silly head so much that I went from fleshlight to cumrag, and I'm thankful from only being near her girlcock

OAJSHTIAJRHTKAJRHGIHQKTHTKQHTJGH

tTHERE

I HOPRE YOURE HAPPY

Worshipping partner/roomie while they type away on their computer, but they take multiple stops to use your mouth instead of working and you end up a fucked out mess and they don't let you wash yourself off afterwards <33

"You were the one who wanted to distract me from my work, so your punishment is having to deal with the consequences"

Imagine living with room-mates but you're struggling to come up with your share of the rent, but luckily one of them had a great idea - they're gonna invite some randoms over and let people pay to use your holes. you think it's insulting that they're only charging $5, or $10 if they're allowed to finish inside, but you guess it's only fair given you're around $300 down on rent and you need the money FAST. You just think it should have stopped when you hit that mark, but your roommates just continued slutting you out. This wouldn't be a problem, but they're keeping all of the proceeds to themselves! They convince you it's only fair because it WAS their idea in the first place...

everyday I wake up and wish I lived with a roommate who saw me as nothing but a toy to use and jerk off with, and everyday I'm disappointed I don't get treated like dirt by every person I see or talk to 😔😔😔

I finally manage to be able to come visit you after weeks and months of talking and you teasing and degrading me. I show up late, as the travelling took so long so I pretty much pass out as soon as I arrive. I wake up early next morning though, and I can't help but notice that I can't move. at all. I start to panic, and go to scream, but my mouth is stuffed with... socks? underwear? I really can't tell, but the taste is so strong that I can't help but gag. I go to spit it out but there's duct tape placed so strongly it doesn't even budge. Finally I hear you. entering the room, you see my eyes start to tear up as you explain that I'm going to be yours from now on, whether I like it or not. throughout the entire day you're going to be breaking me in, oh, and the "visit" we had planned? you tell me I'm not going anywhere. that my permanent place in life from now on is at your pet.

You say I may have noticed the taste in my mouth and I gag as I'm reminded of it. You put me to work almost immediately after I passed out, tying up my unconscious body and jamming your worn clothes into my mouth to marinate over night. You rip the tape off my mouth and I whimper at the pain, as you pull out your undergarments and are amazed at how clean they were compared to when you put them in, saying I may be competing for the position of your washing machine too. As soon as im able to talk I start begging and pleading to be let go, to which you obviously refuse and roll me over. My hands are tied behind my back, my ankles apart with a spreader bar and all I can do is moan as you start spanking me. punishing me for wanting to leave and saying by the end, you'll fix that. you roll me over again as tears roll down my cheeks, and i beg again. you slap me, hard. I whimper again as you straddle my chest, saying you've been waiting so long for me to wake up that you didn't even go to the bathroom in anticipation. my eyes widen at this, and I shake my head, but you've already got your girlcock out and you're stroking it in front of my face, precum dripping onto my lips I'm trying to keep sealed tightly, still denying you. it comes slowly at first, but then eventually you're at full stream, your warm piss covering my face and filling my nose - I open my mouth to breathe but it was a mistake. you take this chance and thrust forward, forcing me to take you all the way to the base as you continue to piss, right down my throat. I'm forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful and I'm gagging and crying. I look up at you for relief and you look down and smirk at me. telling me I'm nothing more but a toy to be used by you. I belong to you entirely now - I'm not even a person and never ever deserve to be treated as one. finally you finish pissing, but you don't remove yourself from my throat - instead you start pounding, relentlessly. tearing past my gagging reflexes and claiming my throat as if it's literally nothing more than a fleshlight.

After you finish and make me swallow your girlcum, you force a ring gag into my mouth and I try to utter my complaints but all that comes out are noises, and the sound of me still choking on your cum. You clean your cock off against my face, and use my hair. you grasp my hair tightly, yanking me from the bed and still tied up before dragging me to your desk, saying you have some porn to watch, among other things. you clip a collar around my neck and attach a leash to your waist, forcing your still hard girldick down my throat again, saying I'm gonna be here a while. throughout the day, you use me as your urinal, degrading me all the while, but otherwise ignoring me. viewing me as nothing but a sex toy. after the first few hours my brain gets fuzzy, as I'm forced to swallow so much of your cum and piss, the musk of your crotch shutting my brain off and my eyes glaze over.

Finally releasing me from between your legs, you say that it's time to really break me in. I have no idea how much time has passed, but I can tell that it's late into the day. you pull out the ring gag and I moan a thank you, but you slap me in response, saying toys don't talk. I whimper and nod slightly, giving in almost completely. you lead me over to your bed, roughly positioning my body however you want, forcing me to arch my back as my whines are muffled by the pillow. holding me by the nape, you start spanking me, saying you want me nice and red so I feel the sting when you use me. you tell me to count but I only make it to ten before I start tearing up again when you decide I'm ready. you line your girlcock up with my whole and impale me completely in one thrust. I moan into the pillow and cum immediately, embarrassed from being used like this. you pound into me again and again, choking and spanking me all the while. you degrade me for hours as you use me like a sex doll. I can practically feel the amount of girlcum sloshing around within me, making me feel like nothing but a glorifies condom. I pass out soon after, from all the stimulation, but this doesn't stop you and you continue to use me throughout the night. pulling out only to mark your territory, as my mind finally breaks. tongue out and panting as I take you, tears in my eyes as I moan that I love you and your girlcock, giving in entirely.

Laying your head on your friends lap, tired from the day and just looking to relax. nuzzling into them and taking in their warmth, feeling their fingers run through your hair and scratch your head. you feel a sudden shift in their demeanor as both their hands hold your head, face down as they begin grinding against your face, feeling them get harder as the time goes on, unable to pull away. forcing you to turn your head an look up as they force your mouth open and spit, most of it missing your mouth but they don't care, quickly pulling down their shorts and underwear and forcing your face right back into their bulge. the smell alone being enough to make your brain numb, but it isn't enough for them. forcefully grabbing your chin and pulling it down, your mouth widening as they push inside, hands still on your head as they thrust all the way into your throat. you gag and convulse against them with your face buried into their lap but they don't care, the wriggling only making it more pleasurable for them. you remain like this as long as they please, nothing but a cockwarmer and fleshlight...

Waking up and your senses are immediately taken over by a musky smell. Trying to force your eyes open bur something is making it difficult, it feels sticky. Finally, you manage to pry your eyes open and you're met with the sight of a huge, slick cock and a hand furiously running along its shaft, slick with sweat. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again" she says as the head of her cock explodes in your face, and you feel it soaking into your hair, and landing around your face on your pillow. you try to turn away and feel a puddle against your cheek and you realise this isn't the first time she's used your face as a cumrag in the last few hours, and not even close to the second.

"Oh hey, you're finally awake. good, I was getting bored of doing all the work myself", she says above you, grabbing your hair and shoving her cock that's somehow still hard down your throat, you gag on the taste, clearly she hasn't washed for a while. you notice a small a glint in her eyes as they take pleasure in your gagging "Oh yeah, I probably should've mentioned that I also needed something to clean my cock, it's been a while", she says with a grunt as they go deeper and deeper. pounding into your cocksleeve of a throat first thing in the morning, making you guzzle down mouthfuls upon mouthfuls of her cum.

After what feels like hours of choking on girl dick, she finally pulls out, rubbing her cock against your face. She moves down and kisses your forehead saying, "Sorry babe, I got super horny last night and you just looked so pretty while sleeping there. it just looked like you were asking for it", as she giggles. "although you look super gross now, so go clean yourself up", she finishes, as she spits in your face and walks away.