Doll Fanart Novels & Stories

“Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?” “I don’t know. Don’t ask me, I’m frustrated.” Doom still continued to cover his face with the pillow. What’s happening to him? I looked at him with a confused face. My eyes went to his burning-like earlobes. They are really red! “Hey, Doom! Get up! You’re burning red!” I shrugged him but he didn’t move. “Doom, I’m serious! Show me your face or else—” My eyes widened in surprise as he leaned his face on mine. “Or else what?”

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

Because it's the weirdest job she has ever heard. I have trained her how to scare Bhavani and she obliged my every command. When I was training her, I told her to not disrespect the face which I had given her and she obliged my every condition. She asked me multiple times about all the truth but I never told her anything. And about the face, to scare Bhabani I designed the face from the most talented makeup artist Charlotta Tilruby who is very well known in Hollywood for her extraordinary face mask. I have to give Charlotta a huge amount of money for the mask and for shutting her mouth. I had also given a vast amount of money to Rupal. For me, my revenge is everything. Money is just like pap

Rose gave Susan a high five. They've worked so hard and combined power to put their all into this look. Of course, it would be beautiful. "Beats the ex Machina military like clothing you wear on a norm. What a strange aesthetic you have." Linota shook her head, "It's called practicality Susan, nothing fancy." "Welp! Then today's themed for impracticality." Two consecutive knocks pounded upon Linota's door, from that pattern she knew it was a messenger. "Speak!" Linota ordered from within.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Sunlight streamed in through big windows, making the place feel warm and cosy. Amara giggled when she noticed the overall aesthetic matched her dress- a simple maxi dress with spaghetti straps. With blue base colour and yellow and pink flowers over it. A bow on each shoulders. On the counters, there were big bunches of roses, lilies, and daisies, all smelling amazing. Tall vases showed off orchids and tulips, looking super fancy. The florist greeted them warmly.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“I do want to kill him” All the vampires who had been called to this meeting had arrived, so Jacob Saunders stood. Just like Samson, he was also tall, but his hair was blonde and long, and he usually left it to fall down down his neck to his shoulders. Today, he had it tied in a knot at the back of his head. He wore a pair of jeans and his shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his broad chest. His eyes were blue, giving him an icy, remorseless look.