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Naughty - ITZY Yuna

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"Is it time for my detention, Mister Y/n?" cooed Yuna, strutting forward across the classroom and flaunting the Q heart on her cheek, an out in the open sign of her lust for white cock while she moved happily forward.

The door was locked and the hallways had finally emptied. It was likely only Yuna and Mister Y/n left in the school, give or take the janitor and some loose teachers sequestered away to feverishly grade. Nobody who could get in the way, letting the brunette sway and swish between the desks on her way toward the front of the class. "Time for me to learn how bad a girl I've been, and how much I need to be fixed?"

"It's only us here, 'Y/n' will be fine," said Mister Y/n. A substitute teacher from America working abroad to see Korea, about a decade older than Yuna. Handsome, decently muscular, very white, with a well kept beard and slicked back auburn hair. "It's just us."

"If I'm not calling you my teacher, maybe I should call you daddy instead," purred Yuna, rushing faster across the classroom to get to him. "Maybe you should pull out your huge, white cock and force this disobedient little Korean jailbait slut to get on her knees and choke on it. For detention! To teach me a lesson, Mister Y/n." Yuna leaned over her foreign teacher's desk, smile brightening as she wiggled enticing toward him, begging for his attention. "Don't you want to discipline me?"

Yuna was a danger. She was too powerful, coy and ruthless and fully able to weaponize her raw sexuality against Mister Y/n. Not that he minded, of course. "I think I need to hear some things out of your mouth to be worth disciplining," he told her, his hardening cock begging to slide into her mouth and ruin her.

"Oh? Like what, sir? Like saying I'm a filthy, needy Korean slut who can't keep from fantasizing about her American teacher's fat, white cock? That I'm a little bleachbitch who is going to find foreign men to fuck her throat whether it's you or not? Is that worth punishing me, Mister Y/n? Does the threat I'll go find other hung white studs to bleach my pussy and fuck some white babies into me make you angry enough to punish me?"

Yuna was unreal. Y/n had absolutely not come to Korea to teach solely so that he could date a Korean teenager, but he was absolutely unrepentant about doing so, rising up from his seat with his cock freed from his pants. A massive, throbbing, glorious, white cock that Yuna leaned immediately forward to begin to worship. No hesitation, just her mouth clung to the side of his shaft and slobbering all over it, praising it with kisses and hopeless obsession as she fell into the joy of what she needed most. Yuna understood what she was, what she wanted, and she didn't try to pull away from that, accepting and embracing her desires fully.

"I love white cock," she moaned, a little drunk on excitement from the very start. The burning desperation urged Yuna forward, licking all over her teacher's aching dick, already hard from her words and from just knowing what 'detention' after school entailed. The sloppy spectacle behind her love and her hunger was overbearing, direct, driven by an underlying desire to blow his mind and make him crave her on a level so fundamental that he'd never shake it off. Yuna knew her part and she knew how to wear him down for that, slobbering noisily on his dick, peppering it with kisses in a hazy show of wanton adoration. Her kisses ran along the length of his cock, messily praising his length. "This cock fits so deep in me. Only white men can hit girls in those places."

Y/n didn't try to contain himself, his head rolled back and his fingers running along the back of Yuna's head, trying not to take too much charge too quickly. He was absolutely unrepentant about these joys, about having this sweet girl doting on his cock and lavishing him with all the praise she could muster, so sloppy and loving and intense. Yes, she was closer to half his age than to his age. No, he didn't care. The burn of these spectacular lusts carried him deeper, kept him hungry for her touch and ready to feel her give him everything. "Should girls your age really be such bleached sluts?"

"Yes, of course!" gasped Yuna. "We should. We all should. If Korean teenage girls didn't bother with silly crushes on disappointing Korean boys and went right to serving white men, we'd be so much happier." She continued to flutter her kisses all over his cock, throwing in licks and sloppy adoration, both hands gripping his massive cock to continue tending to it and to continue delving in to the slow-burning surrender that this offered her. Yuna felt unstoppable, wanting only to push on harder, hotter, to let the sloppy lusts carry her into the deep end. "I'm so lucky that I have a big, strong, white man who fucked my jailbait pussy before I could give my virginity to any two-pump three-inch Asian boys."

Every word made Y/n's cock throb harder, drove him mad with desire. He wasn't exactly holding back or discouraging what Yuna was up to, but the weight of these wild pleasures definitely did to him things that felt maddening for how intense they were, how hotly the wants shuddered across him. He didn't try to fight it. He didn't resist her words or her touch. But the weight of just how intensely she delved into bleached talk and hard raceplay on a dime was always a bit staggering to him. Not that he didn't also encourage her along. "I saved you."

"My white savior," she moaned in turn, licking slowly up along the underside of his cock, toward his head, before she sucked it down deep, letting the lust carry her to the pleasure and the fever of senseless excitement now without restraint. The pleasure was just there to give in to, maddening in a spiral of devotion and lust to succumb to. The thick cock filled her mouth, made her jaw loosen to take him all in, but she was devoted and determined, forcing herself to sloppily revere this glorious white cock, to lose herself to what it demanded from her. Yuna was so ready to please, so hungry for white dick, and she wasn't able to pretend she could contain herself along her hunky, foreign boyfriend's length.

She pushed deep, hasty and sloppy, relentless in how she pushed onward to let loose the wicked satisfactions that she craved. The pleasure carried her to need this, to crave whatever she could get from the depths of these satisfactions now. It was pleasure she didn't feel able to process, struggling through these wants and through the need for warmth that this invited her to fall in to. Yuna felt unstoppable, every moan and push and slurp making her white stud feel better, want her more. She looked up into his eyes, saw the stares she received back, and everything he offered her made her burn brighter. Her desperation was unreal, and as she let him hit the back of her throat, Yuna remained committed and unstoppable.

"You're such a dirty slut. I need to keep you here in detention with me, so you don't go looking for strangers to bleach you instead." He grabbed the back of her head, finally taking some harder charge, forcing her deeper down his cock, easing into more of her throat.

Yuna was happy to choke him down, happy to give herself up to these sloppy, wild delights with less and less restraint with each passing second. She was unstoppable, ravenous, burning with unreasonable desperation and a need to let the pleasures carry her deeper. There was no resisting this, no fighting how nice it felt to give up fully. She needed to surrender to these lusts, giving in deeper to his touch, letting herself be the hazy, ditzy bleachslut she knew she was. Signaling with each motion of her head just how ready she was to serve him, Yuna let obsession consume her. It was easy to get into the right frame of mind to mindlessly be a slut for white cock. Especially Y/n's. The teacher before her was fully deserving of the most she could offer, prepared to submit in full, to accept how far down into lust she was ready to slide, unable to resist the allure and the chaos of surrender and desire now.

Throbbing harder in her mouth as she gave him what he wanted, Y/n tried his best to contain himself. "Such a dirty little whore. I see you in class, daydreaming about raising my kids, giving up on your idol life to be a white man's slutwife. You want it so badly, don’t you?"

"Gluk gluk," was all Yuna offered in response, continuing to slide down into the lust of his demanding touch, continuing to fall apart with less and less of a clear idea how to deal with her own ruin. Yuna didn't understand how she could have so easily crumbled to one cock like this, but it was all she cared about, the rightful plunge into beautifully demented surrender and a lust carrying her to need to give in. She was obsessed, devoted, bleached past the boundaries of reason, fully obsessed with her teacher's cock and with drooling all over it, fitting him into her mouth and bobbing along his shaft, letting her throat adore every inch of his shaft in impressive, relentless desire. Yuna felt unstoppable. Felt ready.

The bliss carried the moment into deeper, compromising fever, into pleasures that she was unable to resist or hold back. The pleasure just kept ripping across her thoughts, tearing with thunderous joy through her body, carrying Yuna to want to fall to pieces and to need whatever she could find in his touch now. The sucking did its work, tending to every inch of his cock, slathering it in spit, encouraging the wild, mad throbbing in her throat that told her that she was well on her way to tending to all of this. It was a beautiful feeling, a surrender to pleasure and desire she didn't try to hold back now. The pleasure felt outrageous, but she knew that as good as she felt sucking him off, Y/n felt at least as good getting this relentless deepthroat adoration.

Probably, right? Y/n had to enjoy having his cock sucked as much as Yuna enjoyed sucking it, at minimum. Y/n himself wasn't even so sure of that.

But the continued reverence and sloppiness and spectacle behind Yuna's deepthroat worship kept up a pace as reckless as could be, and Y/n didn't know if he could contain all of it.

Hotter groans carried him deeper in to these wicked pleasures, the need to continue to surrender to, all driven by the want that made him want to fall to pieces. "I'm gonna cum," he warned.

Yuna was happy to jerk back, smiling bright and welcoming his load. "All over me, daddy," she whined, jerking his cock off with both hands, moaning in sloppy reverence, serving his needs deep. "I want to wear white cum all over my face, like a good bleached whore," she moaned. She continued to tend to him, jerking him off faster, harder, throwing herself in to these wild pleasures. She didn't hold anything back, every stroke reckless, forceful, direct,

until he came all over her face. Hot ropes of gooey spunk splattered across her bright features, with Yuna moaning through all of it, her eyes shut to receive his massive load. Y/n always came hard, always made a gooey mess of her, splattering across her face with unbelievable desire.

With spunk dripping from her face and a shaky warmth washing over her body, Yuna needed only to surrender deeper. She licked some cum off of her lips and grabbed at his body, not satisfied yet. She wanted more.

"Can you take me home tonight?" she asked. "To keep an eye on me. Make sure I don't do anything. Maybe..." She leaned forward to plant more kisses onto his cock head again. "Maybe fuck a white baby into me. Please, Mister Y/n. I'll do anything. I'll eat your ass like a good Korean girl and make you so happy that you have to take me back with you."

An offer like that wasn't one any man could have been strong enough to fight. Turning quickly around, Y/n pushed his hips back and got a knee up onto his desk, leaning forward to show off his ass, his dangling balls, and his spit-shined cock to his teenage whore. "Do it," he told her. "From the moment I showed you my cock and you fell to your knees instead of calling the cops, I knew you were something special. Prove how special you are."

Yuna didn't need to be told twice. Shoving forward, she buried her face right into her favorite treat: white man ass. Grabbing his cock to stroke it and milk a load out of him, she got to work at licking against his rim slithering with her sloppy love across his ass, letting the wild desire carry her to want more and more of this. There was no restraint to hold her back from the sheer depth of her lusts now, carrying her to just have to give in to these lusts, to surrender to what she knew was the absolute only way forward.

Her tongue slithered around in broad strokes tending to the ass with hopeless obsession. This wasn't the most dignified way forward, but she needed it, moaning loudly through her feasting delight, committed to being consumed utterly by need and sloppy desire. Lust carried her to want to fall to pieces, to need to surrender to lust. Yuna loved eating white ass, and she threw herself into it with the gusto that such a glorious thing deserved. She rubbed her face in his ass, moaning, slobbering, letting her cock drunk lust carry her in serving him 'properly'.

"Such a good little ass eater," he groaned, reaching back to grab her head and pull her in. Yuna loved praise, and the more he gave her, the better she performed. It was a clumsy balancing act, something carrying him to want more and more of these lusts. There was no escape for Yuna, but she didn’t want any escape. She wanted to keep pushing, keep slobbering, keep revering this white man and giving him everything she could. The burn of these desires were too steep not to.

"I love slobbering all over my white man's ass hole," she moaned, sounding territorial and greedy while licking down to begin slurping on his heavy nuts, too. She was happy to pepper kisses all over his taint on the way down, reckless, ravenous, driven by a desire only to keep serving and slobbering. The pleasure continued to do to her things she didn't care about resisting, the unrestrained joy and greed to fall in to. There was only pleasure to give in to here, drunk on the sweet surrender and the delirium of needing more. The continued surrender to give in to offered to Yuna what she needed most. She sucked one of his balls into

her mouth and left his sac slathered in spit too, insisting herself into the moment as hard as she could. "Keep going. Keep telling me how good I am at serving white men."

"How about the fact I haven't fucked any of your classmates, because you're such a perfect bleached whore that I haven't needed to look for another girl?" He ground back against her face, savouring the ways she made him feel as she licked back up his taint to make out with his ass hole again. There was no restraint for Yuna, no moment where she could hold back or imagine controlling herself, letting the burning hunger carry her to a further depth of ruin and desire now. She needed to keep slobbering and serving, tending to his ass harder. His words made her lose her mind, the 'kind' praise of something that urged her harder forward, kept her desperate to make him feel all the things she hoped might help her fall to pieces now. The greed carried her to a lot of weirder places, to a satisfaction and a hunger she couldn't do anything about.

The sloppy lust carried her to need more of him, slurping on his ass hole while she jerked his cock harder and quicker. Switches down to lick his balls kept things fresh, surprising him with the messy fever of what she was at, delving on these pleasures and keeping up with something meant to make him burn with need. Yuna felt clingy, needy, burning with a desperate desire to make him feel good centered around the worry that if she didn't, he'd go find some other girl to bleach, and she could not let that happen. A little jealous, a little territorial, keeping up her passion. "Korean tongue feels best against white ass holes, doesn't it, sir?" she moaned.

"The best, especially yours." Gripping the table and keeping steady so she could work at his touch, Y/n was lost to these pleasures, struggling to hold himself together as she jerked him off faster and harder, both hands mercilessly working to tend to him while he fell in deeper. She was a complete wreck, but the pleasures continued on with burning excitement. Yuna was happy to not rat him out and to not bring him any trouble for exposing himself in front of one of his students, keeping her as his girlfriend. Yuna was desperate for it, ready to please him and ready to give him everything he desired. She was happy to keep him giving in, happy to tend to his every desire and to lick his ass hole like a good slut.

There was simply no way that Y/n could have let a girl like her go. Shuddering through these hopeless pleasures, allowing passion to be his undoing, he gave in deeper, messier, unable to resist the pleasures that continued to ruin him in the name of losing himself. "You're so fucking good. Keep going, Yuna. You're the best. You're going to--oh, fuck, you're the perfect Korean girl."

That made her moan like she was cumming, just from the pride and the glee alone, throwing into a beautifully deranged burn of passion, the pleasure carrying her to fall apart utterly under his touch, giving in to the pleasure in full, accepting it as all she could do, the unrelenting joy of crumbling to pieces for him. For a white man. For her white man. She jerked him off faster and she relentlessly tonguefucked his ass in pursuit of more of that praise and of the chance to make him erupt all over her again.

With a sudden groan and a twist around, Y/n smacked Yuna across the face with his cock in trying to turn himself around as quickly as he could. The impact didn't shock her too much, and Yuna did her best to take it, moaning appreciatively and allowing his cock to blast across

her face with another messy load. More cum that splattered onto her beaming smile, keeping her overjoyed to be giving up to all of this. She took the facial in pride, loving the feeling of his cum all over her face, the dripping mess she received and the joy that she found in so wholly lost to this. Yuna savoured everything about this mess, jerking his cock off and making sure she wrung out every drop before drawing back with a gasp of pure delight.

"I can go home with my white daddy now, right?" Yuna asked, dragging cum off her cheek with her fingers and licking it off. "I've been a good girl and earned it?"

Y/n stared at Yuna with cum dripping down her face, knowing full well that there was only one answer to that question.

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Down on her knees in the car, there wasn't much for Yuna to do but suck his balls. Hidden under the steering wheel while he drove home, she hadn't actually wiped anything off of her face, leaving all the clear mess of her lustful, slutty surrender right there on the spot. It just made her feel better that way, slapping herself with his huge cock while she sucked on his balls, slurping noisily on them and giving them some devoted love, having rimmed his ass hole and deepthroated his cock already otherwise. The insistence and the raw desire behind this was all so simple, so direct, built on Yuna's hopeless hunger and just how badly she craved white cock.

"Fuck, you make it hard to focus," groaned Y/n, trying his best just to drive and not go off the road even with the gorgeous idol slurping his nuts. It was an amazing burn of pleasure, the heat to keep giving in to, pleasure enticing him to want more and more of this. There was a pleasure to this to keep giving in to. It was pleasure direct and messy and enticing him to just need to sink in to this. All of it. Dragged into the weirder pleasure to continue falling in to left Yuna needing to give up to this. She shook under the wild pleasure to give in to hotter, the satisfaction to want more and more of. "Such a perfect slut. You were born to be bleached."

"All Asian women are," moaned Yuna, slapping his cock across her face, keeping up the pleasure and keeping up the huger and the fever of wanting to give in hotter, needing more of these pleasures that continued to plunge her into this, deeper and sloppier fever that continued to sentence her to this demise. She didn't try to contain herself now, keeping up this pace and keeping the pleasure burning across her. Messier fever and fire continued its desires, and she let the passion carry her deeper in to all of this, a hungrier fever and a passion she just wanted to embrace in full. The unquenchable desire continued to do to Yuna things she couldn't resist, giving in to all this lust and falling to pieces under what it demanded from her now. She needed it, and nothing could hold back her cravings.

The taste of his balls drove her wild. Yuna didn't care if she came off like a sloppy addict. She didn't want to be anything less, didn't want to even pretend she had a capacity now for restraint. There was only the satisfaction of giving in to this, craving whatever he could do to her and accepting how ready she was to just give up to it. Everything inside of Yuna craved this singularly obsessive burn, a moment of devotion and fire she didn't try to resist.

Everything she did was direct, sloppy, burning up within her as she pushed against it now. Sucking on these heavy, white balls let Yuna focus on how full they were, how ready to blow

they surely were. On the idea that what she really needed was to give in fully to these sloppy spectacles. It was everything to her now, a dead end rush of lust burning her up from within.

It was only ball worship, but it was also reverence of a white man's ability to breed girls like her. Even after blowing two loads all over her face, Y/n’s nuts felt so heavy, so ready to blast rope deep into her womb. White men were so fertile and indomitable, and she praised his nuts, knowing they were the key to blowing her mind and making her feel all the sloppy, wild emotions that she craved so badly. Yuna didn't care about restraint, needing to push forward, needing to accept the surrender inviting her to fall to pieces. It was just too good not to, the sweeping desire and delight of letting this plunge carry her into depths from which she was never going to escape. That was good. That was how she wanted it. With every sloppy push forward, Yuna focused herself on tending to his balls, on slapping herself with his cock. Just out of view, she tended to her teacher's cock, ready and sloppy and surrendering everything to these pleasures now.

This was impossible for Y/n to focus through, but he was so happy to let the pleasures carry him on deeper in to this mess of ruin and hunger. The pleasure remained so insistent, driven by the sloppiest of passions, by desires to keep riding out. The pleasure kept him hungry and reckless, driven by the sloppiest of passions, needing only to seek out how good it could feel to let everything go. There was only pleasure to this mess, the pursuit of ever-sloppier, ever- filthier lust. There wasn't a shred of restraint behind her devoted, throbbing passions now. He was such a lucky fuck, and he didn't pretend otherwise, letting Yuna's every doting push keep him well adored, tended to with unbelievable excitement, needing to savor these sloppy lusts and every desire that came with it. Letting Yuna adore him was the only way forward, the only possible relief he could have wanted, and it carried him to need more. To crave it. To let himself give in.

Smacking herself silly with his cock and letting her thoughts fall apart, Yuna kept up her sloppy attention, moaning harder on his balls while she slobbered all over them. "I'm going to drink your cum this time, because I don't want you to stop being able to see my pretty face under all this cum. I want you to know you're fucking a gorgeous Korean teen with every stroke, daddy." Her 'daddies' were strategic little missile strikes to drive him mad, and they kept working perfectly to drive him mad.

Y/n took one of his hands off the driving wheel and grabbed her head, shoving her deep down his cock. Yuna said she was going to drink it, but 'drink' implied she would swallow. Y/n didn't let Yuna swallow, forcing her to deepthroat his cock and pumping into her with unrelenting greed, the pressure and the chaos of fever that pushed her over the line. She struggled through letting him pump his load directly into her stomach, the moaning ecstasy carrying her in hazy surrender and a beautiful madness she didn't have any idea how to resist this. Maddening pleasure carried her to fall fully to pieces under the pleasure of all this pleasure, the heat of needing to just give up to all of it. It was a brilliant mess of desire and need and hunger to give up to, and she didn't have a prayer against it.

"We're almost there," he told her. "Just stay down there until I stop, okay?"

Yuna was happy with that, suckling on her daddy's fat white dick like a hungry little baby pig. She would have been happy doing this all day instead of having to suffer with actual class work.

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Back at Y/n's, Yuna was happy to immediately fling herself to her teacher, stripping herself out of her clothes and unveiling the luscious mess that her body had become. Red ink all over her fit idol body made clear what she was about. The Q-laden heart on her cheek was only the beginning of the mess she'd made of her body. There was the row of heart vines along her thigh, the words 'WHITE BABIES ONLY’ lovingly rendered and framed in floral accents to serve as a womb tattoo. Hearts and roses and motifs around them enshrined other phrases like 'RACE TRAITOR', 'HAPA FACTORY', and 'BREED WHITE' all over her body. One of Korea's top idols had on hiatus and almost immediately covered herself in red ink glorifying white men, something that Yuna was unabashedly not ashamed of.

Especially when it made Y/n look at her like a piece of meat.

The tattoos were Y/n's idea. He was the one who'd corrupted her into this, the one how had bleached her and pushed her to just fall completely to pieces, showing her the tattoos American women got to signal their devotion to white men and then helping Yuna book appointments to get herself covered in them. She was unashamed of all of it, proud of the mess made of her body and how readily she wanted to give in. Not that Yuna minded covering herself head to toe in these appreciations, of course. She adored all of it.

"Aren't you happy that you've tamed me into a good bleachbunny for you?" asked Yuna, pushing Y/n down onto his bed and ripping at his clothes. "I'm such a dirty little slut for white cock now. I can never return to the stage looking like this now. Korea wants its idols to pretend that Korean boys are worth anything, but I'm just a white man's whore. I can't pretend. I won't pretend. Korean holes should only be filled with white cocks. Korean men shouldn't fuck Korean women; they should only watch superior men fuck them."

"God, you're perfect," Y/n groaned, groping Yuna's perky tits and her taut ass, adoring her body while he eyed all of her tattoos and all of the utterly demented lust behind all of this. There was a pleasure to these feelings that absolutely nothing was going to resist now. "I don't think you could say anything that could make me harder than what you're saying now."

Yuna licked her lips. 'There's one thing," she said, fishing his cock out and looming above it, her cunt dripping from all the oral worship she'd given him to get to this point. Her body shook in wild appreciation of these joys, the lust pulsing across her with unrelenting desire. Her smile widened. "Do you want to hear it?" she asked. 'I think it'll excite you. I think it's just what a hung, white stud here to fuck jailbait Korean girls wants to hear."

"Please," he groaned, not user what it was but trusting fully in Yuna's demented ideals, knowing that whatever she was about to confess to him would be unbelievable. He continued to knead her ass and her tits while awaiting the sweet surprise.

"I've gone off my birth control, daddy."

Yuna followed up the words with a wild slam down onto his cock, taking every inch of white dick into her tight, teenage hole, moaning in hopeless desire as she got to work at taking him in. Her moans were outrageous and desperate, driven by the absolute sloppiest frontiers of obsession now. Up and down she went, throwing herself into ravenous surrender to his cock. Up and down she moved, needing to give in to this, embracing the sloppy lust of everything

she craved. The Her body was ready, sloppy, pushing on for the most reckless of desires, keeping up pleasure and fever she needed only to let take her. It felt so good, so insistent, and she didn't care about holding back from it, didn't want anything to hold her from these lusts now.

"Fuck," groaned Y/n, lost to the immediate weight of her desires and what she wanted. He seized her hips tightly, guiding her up and down on his cock with unbelievable greed, the desire carrying him to need whatever he could get from this, her pussy squeezing around him. "Does that mean--"

"Yes, it means I want you to knock me up. I want to be a traditional Korean slutwife for you. Only you. I want to tend to your home, respect you, submit, and worship your foreign cock. I want to carry your white children and I want to fulfill my purpose. As a woman. As an Asian. As an Asian woman. I need to be yours." She was desperate, shameless, slamming harder onto his cock with merciless devotion. 'That's why you came here, wasn't it?"

"Not just t--"

"Not 'just'. You craved teenage Korean flesh so bad, and you didn't even wait a week before you pumped a load into me. You want this. Don't fight it. I want it, too. I'll give up on being an idol so I can come be yours instead. It's all I care about." Yuna let her hips work wildly up and down atop his lap. she was full of love and devotion, needing to give in to this and craving whatever she could find from it, throwing herself to want more and more of this, the pleasures carrying her to crave him with all she had. There was just no good way for anything to contain her now. Wildly riding his lap and carrying on with all she had to tend to him, Yuna knew that this was the way forward. The way to make him happy, and to change her life.

This was unbelievable. Y/n stared at the broken little cockslut he'd turned Yuna into. He'd never imagined she would so easily become so hard bleached. There was no doubt; she'd immediately converted over to it and let it become a lifestyle for her. It was either a testament to how amazing his cock was, or to how ready Yuna was for BWC to dominate her. maybe both. Maybe they were perfect for one another, destined to come together so his white cock and her race traitor pussy could find one another. It was a beautiful decadence and a chaos to keep giving in to, pleasures demanding only the hunger and the fever to keep pushing for more of.

Yuna was an unstoppable beast, a creature of lust and hunger and desire pushing her to want to give in. she didn't care about restraint, the irresistible chaos and the passion she wanted to keep her wanting more and more of. Pleasure and indulgence carried her to keep needing more, keep pushing in to these maddening lusts. There was a pleasure and a want to keep giving up to hotter. Every slam down onto his huge cock kept her needing more. "You should really consider putting a ring around my finger so that I never ever run away. You could even get me a collar instead, if you wanted to. A nice little diamond choker with a heart on it. Anything to prove I'm your bleached pet."

Every precision strike tease drove Y/n madder. His cock throbbed in hopeless, smoldering greed, keeping up a feverish desire and a hunger to keep wanting more and more of this all. There was no restraint behind these wicked lusts, keeping up the chaos and the passion to keep indulging in, embracing the hungers he wanted more and more to give up to. There felt

like absolutely nothing to give in to hotter, the wilder mess of these chaotic throbs, a lust tearing across him and keeping up wilder hunger now. The pleasure kept up its pace of pure hunger, wanton and sloppy and keeping up with this all. There was a pleasure to give in to hotter now. Her body felt unstoppable, driven by a sloppy momentum carrying her to just want to give up to all of it, needing to embrace these absolutely demented lusts now, desires and hungers she couldn't get enough of.

Moaning in hotter, hazier surrender, Yuna loved being such a sloppy bleachbunny for him. Her eyes rolled back, moans stuttering and shivering through these hopeless lusts. Keeping up the pace here imposed something upon Yuna that felt truly beautiful now. She didn't want it to stop, didn't want anything to hold her back from these devotions now. "White cock is the best. I need it. I need you. Knock me up and make me your wife already, what's keeping you?" She continued to greedily slam down onto him, unstoppable, imposing, demanding that he fuck her and fill her. There was no restraint for Yuna, only the dizzying surrender of satisfaction to keep chasing, and she was happy to keep up with it, to push him, to demand from him everything.

How could Y/n possibly resist? He slammed her down on his lap in maddening greed, desire carrying him to want more and more of these wicked pleasures, sloppy fever to give in hotter to. The unreasonable, overbearing ecstasy drove him to need this, every craving pushing him along until he just lost all control. Senseless, sloppy, hungry, he slammed up into her, pumping into Yuna with shot after shot of gooey cum that drove her over the line, keeping her needing this in fully, sloppier hunger keeping up the pleasure beyond reason. It was a beautiful mess of hunger, the heat to continue to give in to deeper. There was a pleasure behind these unreal and unreasonable devotions, the tremble of shuddering lust to just give up to utterly.

"Breed me, breed me! I want my white babies. The best thing a Korean woman can be is the mother to white children!" Her screams of sloppy obsession carried her to need this, craving the hunger and the fever of desire she didn't try to resist. Cravings consumed her utterly, and Yuna wanted to give up to all of it, delving in to the hotter of passions now, keeping her needy and sloppy and lost to the purity of hunger upon her. There was nothing she wanted to do but give up to all of this, the more and more imposing lusts she gave in to fully. The warm, gooey cum set her off, made her gasp and shudder through wilder passion, the pleasure she let carry her to the limit. It was an unbelievable hunger to need more of, giving in to this lustful heat without a shred of reason or dignity now. There was just pleasure to all of this, the burning fever to want more and more of. "Breed me again."

Yuna was happy to twist around and turn toward him, shaking her perky ass and showing off the big white heart on her ass cheek that read 'WHITE OWNED' with a crown. It was the kind of sight that could make Y/n’s thoughts go a bit crazy as he lurched forward. He meant to slide right back into her pussy, but as her wiggling, tatted-up ass advertised itself as white- owned, Y/n decided he wanted to go for something else, ramming his huge, white cock up her tight little backdoor without a word of warning.

Squeaking in wild shock at the pressure behind it, Yuna didn't exactly mind. "Of course, you want to fuck my ass, too," she moaned. "I don't mind, we'll get back to breeding again." She worked against him harder, happily tending to these sloppy devotions, her hips working to

meet his thrusts and to give in to the wildest of her desires. "Every part of me is made for you, and I'll be a good wife for my white man by letting your cock dominate all of my body. I'll learn how to cook American meals and give you them while I give you head, just like a white man deserves!" The sex was just a step in the process now, devotion carrying her along.

Yuna felt like she needed to just embrace these wicked and depraved ideas now, sloppy indulgence and obsession that carried Yuna to let herself go. She didn't care about these relentless passions now, the pleasure to keep her falling in to deeper, the hunger and the fever of giving up to all of this. The pleasure didn't leave a shred of sense behind now, the pleasures carrying on the sloppier fire and the chaos to want more and more of. Her hips shook and slammed back, feeding the needy heat pulsing across her body, tending to Yuna's every desire and hunger. she didn't want to slow down, needing to feel whatever she could get from this sloppy spectacle, greedy and lost and lit up with the fierce indulgence and desire that could turn a girl dumb. She didn't want to slow down in the face of this, needing only to let the pleasure carry her deeper, to feel this huge, white cock rearrange her guts.

"Can't help it," groaned Y/n, ramming up Yuna's ass with all he had, seeking the sloppy embrace of single-minded lust and the need carrying him to want to just go all out. It was too much pleasure to contain, the burning fever and ferocity that demanded he do everything he could to give in to this. It felt like everything he needed. "You could be famous, but you want to be my whore wife instead."

"Pleasing a white man brings me something so much better than being famous ever could," she whined. The pleasure enticed madder pleasure that she needed more and more of.

Unrestrained carried her to need to give up to all of these excitements, the passion to need more and more of. Unreasonable, unreal desire carried her to crave this now. Her tight ass got stretched out even harder than her cunt, and she knew she wanted only to give in to all of this, needing to surrender to these joys in full, keeping up the sloppiest of passions and joys now. The pleasure demanded that she succumb utterly, melting under the burning ecstasy to continue sinking in to.

The bed creaked and heaved a little bit under the force of wild doggy style anal, pounding madder into her. Drunk on these desires and sinking into the lust, Yuna didn't want anything to slow her down, carried on into the sloppier, deeper chaos to give in to, struggling through ideas of burning ecstasy that she continued to fall in to now. The pleasure was relentless, ferocious, burning across her and inviting her to just need to succumb to all of this. Yuna knew what she was about, and she knew what she wanted, embracing all of the hungers to carry on with hotter. There was no good way to handle these ideas, pleasure and chaos that carried her to want more and more of now.

"My whole body is bleached. I'm such a dirty slut. I'm such a naughty whore for white dick. I'm so happy that you're the white stud who broke me in, but I was destined to be a dirty whore for white men. It's what any Asian woman is made for. It's what we're born for!" She squealed out in hotter chaos, the surrender of delving in to these wicked ideas, pleasure to fall in to deeper, every craving igniting inside of her the purest of devotions and lusts now. It was what she needed most, and everything about these drunken joys drove her over the line now. "Do you like my tattoo? Once I'm done having my first baby, I'll let you choose what my other ass cheek gets." She twisted and giggled through this sloppy delirium, through a

continued need carrying her to want this all. She felt the unstoppable desire rip harder across her.

"I'm going to fucking cover you in them," he groaned. "Your presents will just be finding new ways to cram ink on your body to say you're a white-owned cockslut." Y/n didn't try to resist it, didn't pretend otherwise. Wilder greeds drove him to want to ruin her, to keep up pleasures that felt madder, sloppier, like a wild rush of burning excitement, the burning wickedness of needing to break her down completely. The utter depravity carried him to want to burn her up hotter, sending her into sloppier fires and lusts that continued to push her along. "I knew I'd take a girl in my class and turned her into a white worshiping whore, I just didn't think you'd be so easy."

"Any Korean girl would break if such an amazing, white cock broke her in. I know it. I'm just the lucky girl too pretty for you to resist. Now turn me into a Korean housewife who's loyal to her husband. We make the best wives. We're obedient. Respectful. Reverent. My white god will never have anything but pure love from me."

All of Yuna's babbling and whining urged Y/n to just let himself go. He remained unable to care about restraint, without a choice in the hard, mad slam forward, pumping into her with relentless joy. He came up her ass, flooding her ass with a hot load of molten spunk, sending her into the thrashing, shrieking joy of an overdrive she fell in to hotter, loving every second of burning greed now. It was unbelievable fire, the ferocious joy that she was able to give in to in full. Yuna thrashed, ached, gave in to these hotter spectacles and a passion that she didn't care about holding back from. The irresistible fever carried her to crave this, and she just did not care about restraint.

The cock pulled out of her ass, and Yuna shuddered. 'SO big," she whined, dripping with his cum from both holes now. "I can get bred again now, right daddy?"

Yuna turned around to face Y/n, eager and sloppy and hopelessly committed to getting what she wanted now.

But Y/n’s cock was starting to soften. A white cock had the stamina to go all night, but it did need a few breaks. "Maybe after dinner," Y/n said, slumping back against the bed. "You did make me cum five times since school ended and it's... I don't know what time it is, but it's not that late."

No. No, that was not acceptance. Frowning and pouting, Yuna stared at the softening cock, slowly falling down. Not shrinking much, though. Her teacher was huge even soft. But she wouldn't let him be soft, and she had to throw herself into the hopeless joy of grabbing his cock and licking it all over. She didn't care about going ass to mouth. Nasty bleached sluts did whatever it took. "No," she whined, licking and kissing all over his cock, tending to him with the burning fever and the desire carrying her to want more and more of all this. The pleasure carried her to crave these joys now, satisfaction and lust driving her into the deep end of fever and ferocity.

"You're such a desperate little whore," he groaned. "Does having white babies fucked into you matter so much?'

Yuna didn't answer, staring up at him with tempestuous, pouty fury while continuing to slobber all over his cock. Of course it did! He knew it, too. He was just teasing, but his teasing was working. She continued to lick and kiss all over his cock, her sloppy reverence carrying him to give in to this, urging him to give her what she wanted.

Slowly but surely, he hardened up against the desire aching across him. Yuna didn't hold anything back, and the raw sexual delight of seeing this desperate little Korean teen slave over his cock drove him mad. How could he not get hard again? His cock rose to attention, every groan he let out one of pure delight at the sheer control he held now over her. "Such a good little slut. You want your babies?"

"Yes," she whined.

"You want to get bred white?" "Please."

"You want my white cock to colonize your little race traitor pussy and pump you full of white babies so that you can start your life as a bleached housewife the second you graduate?"

"It's the only thing I want!" she screamed.

Y/n threw her back down onto the bed and slammed upon her from above, his cock forcing its way with brutal insistence into Yuna's pussy, starting up on the wicked satisfaction that it took to absolutely ruin her. Powerful, feverish slams rattled her to her core, made Yuna shriek as he got back to pounding her cunt, fresh off of a little reminding and a little fluffing.

"Own me," she whined, her legs kicked up into the air for this mating press, letting his body come crashing down upon hers. So powerful, so harsh, so ready to make her melt under his touch. Yuna felt drunk beneath its daze, wanting to continued to let these passions urge her deeper, unable to resist how good it felt to just let go. Everything about these sloppy needs encouraged her to want to collapse, and she didn't care about anything but white cock as he took her. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours!"

"That's right. You're mine, and you're never going to stop being my little bleachslut now. Ricebunny whore. Jailbait cocksucker. I'm going to marry you the second I'm no longer your student."

The words made Yuna shriek with wild joy, the passion madder and sloppier, carrying her to want to give in to this now. She was powerless against these devotions, passionate hunger to keep giving up to, continuing to surrender herself to this and wanting to give in to these pleasures now, the deeper ferocity that she was ready to give in to deeper now. There was no restraint behind these ideas, hunger and sloppy desire she wanted more and more of now.

There felt like no good way to handle these frustrations, chaotic fire and desire too ferocious to be able to handle. She needed this, craving his touch and wanting to give ever deeper in to the idea of losing control.

Her legs pressed tighter against his sides, drunken whines continuing to ring out in brighter desire now. Yuna felt powerless, the hunger sloppier, wilder, carrying her to need more and

more of this. There was only devotion and desire to this mess, and she was ready for this. All of this. She needed to give in, and she needed to surrender herself to these maddening lusts, carried into pleasure and want she didn't know how to resist. It was a relentless passion to carry on with, giving up to these lusts to give in to deeper now.

This was an addiction. Unable to contain herself and knowing that she was a sloppy wreck giving up hotter by the second, Yuna simply couldn't contain herself, couldn't care. She gave in to these desperate lusts, ecstasies ripping across her madder and wilder now. Drunk on these lusts and ready to give up fully to this mess, Yuna fell gleefully to pieces, lost to this hunger and lost to the sloppiness of ecstasy that tore her utterly to pieces now. "I need to get bred,” she whined. "Please. Please. Babies. Let me brag. I'll get it tattooed on me. All over. Breed me white and I'll cover myself proudly in it. It's all I want." She was a dizzy wreck, thrashing under the lust and the heat of needing to simply give in to all of this, the pleasures she wanted to break under fully.

Unrestrained greed carried Yuna to want to just fall to pieces, succumbing to pleasure desperately demanding that she break down in full. There was no good way to handle these passions, and it became a pleasure she just couldn't resist. The pleasure was unreal, a sloppier fire carrying her to give in deeper to this now. The pleasure carried her to want to fall utterly apart here. The pleasure was truly spectacular, and she didn't want it to hold her back. There wasn't anything to do but gave up to all of this, pleasures demanding that she fall apart in full. It was beautiful, desperate, reckless, and she just gave up to all of it now. She had to. Yuna was drunk on the bliss of betraying her race, and her pleas were hopelessly committed to the most demented of surrenders.

"Fuck," groaned Y/n, who struggled to hold himself together long enough to actually get into this groove. The pleasure was relentless and feverish, sloppier pleasures he knew he needed to give up to deeper. The most ravenous of these lusts demanded more from him, keeping up pleasure and want that continued to give in deeper now. There was a pleasure that didn't feel sane, senseless and wicked. "You're unreal."

Yuna squealed hotter. "That's all I can get? One of the most famous idols in Korea is your bleached cumrag, and all you can call me is 'unreal'?"

"You're the perfect fucking woman!" he hollered, throwing his head back, cursing, thrashing, giving himself up to this hotter. The burn of noisy hunger and fever drove him over the edge, all sense melting away in the throes of these pleasures. He came hard, pumping her full of cum and letting loose the sloppiest of his desires now. Relentless, hungry, thrashing wildly about, he let loose the hungers that drove him mad. It was pleasure as desperate and as forceful as he could have handled now. The sloppier and hotter chaos continued its demanding hungers now.

The words sent Yuna shrieking into another orgasm, sloppy and noisy under the wild satisfaction of just needing to give in to this. It was everything to her now, the pleasure to carry in to hotter. The ever-sloppier chaos drove her mad with hunger, and she just had to accept the sloppy desire and ecstasy of wanting all of these wicked passions now. Her cunt squeezed down around his cock, and her screams of desperate drunken fever carried her to the limit. "Daddy daddy daddy daddy bleach me!" She was lost her mind with joy; this was

the day she had been waiting too long for, and she wanted to give up to these wicked desires, a pleasure she wanted to succumb to utterly, and she didn't pretend she was even remotely capable of reason now.

As she came around his cock and screamed for this, Y/n happily gave in to the morally dubious ecstasy of these pleasures too, giving up to all of this and embracing the utter ecstasy that kept hitting him hard. His cock erupted with wild joy, needing to fill her up, throwing all sense away and allowing senseless joy to be become everything now to him. The pleasure wasn't real, wasn't sensible, and all of these ideas became their undoing. He held her down to the mattress and pumped her full to the brim with cum, sending her into the collapse of all sense under the sheer satisfaction of what he needed most now. This was his time, the beautifully deranged passion he wanted more of, and he just would not hold himself back from all of it.

"Groaning, aching, shivering atop her, Y/n groaned, "I’m going to fuck you all night. Pussy only, to make sure it takes. But dinner." He pulled out of her. "First, we get some dinner."

Yuna nodded happily. "I'll make you something," she cooed, ready to get good practice at being the wife that he deserved.

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analysis (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: took this not-actually-a-prompt and got carried away heh... 😌

analysis (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

Thirst Fulfilled: I NEED someone to settle an argument between me and a friend-

Do you think sanemi has a big [redacted]-

Because I KNOW he is packing a huge one.

Ps I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to ask 😭

~faqs~

Update as of 12 May 2023: A foreword that these headcanons are first and foremost indulgent !! 😌 They are not intended to be realistic. They’re supposed to be fun. Hot. 🥵 Within the realm of possibility, but not ~normal. 😉

Dick so big it has him blushing 🤭

—I mean, c’mon: Look at him 😳

That being said, it’s also very pretty — not monstrous or scary (besides its size heh)

A nice, rounded head that oozes precum throughout foreplay, sensitive and rosy pink as you flick your tongue across it, thick and heavy balls tightening at the breathy moan in your throat

A delicate vein curves from its base to the underside of the tip, thankfully not too pronounced, bc it’ll stretch you out enough regardless

Speaking of stretch…

Your fingers can barely wrap around its girth — it’s much easier to drool and lap at the shaft than commit to anything close to deep throating (unless your jaw stamina’s through the roof 👀)

Doesn’t exactly groom himself, but that isn’t too much of an issue since it’s not like his pubic hair’s getting in your way too often (re: dick too huge to regularly deepthroat)

As for length, Gyomei’s in the ball park of ~reasonable (10 inches when erect), but it still requires a hell of a lot of prep before you’re fully seated on his cock, ass flush against his flexed thighs while large, sweaty hands grip your hips in a feeble attempt to restrain himself from immediately thrusting into your dimly throbbing cervix

“This okay?” he murmurs, thumbs pressing firmly into the softness of your skin, low groan caught in his chest at the suffocating heat of your pussy, your shaky, faintly pained breaths keeping his desire in check

“Take as much time as you need,” as you use his stomach to steady yourself, muscles rippling beneath your palms

“You feel wonderful,” whispered gently—patient as ever—even as he longs to raise your trembling body up and almost off of his cock, only to fuck the air out of your lungs w/ a single, smooth drop of your wanton weight, unsuspecting wail music to his ears as you convulse in orgasm at the overwhelming pressure of his cock stuffing your puffy walls

Obanai’s closer to average, but he isn’t small (at least, his dick isn’t 😆 #short king)

Def a grower, slim, veiny shaft elongating (to ~6 inches) as you stroke him w/ a practiced flick of your wrist

Not exactly related to his dick, but he also def growls during foreplay, needy and eager to melt into you and to ruin you — just depends on his mood, yanno?

His head is the kind of head that you almost wanna chomp 🤗, all squishy, bulbous, and fat, quickly reddening and weeping precum, making a mess of your fingers

Perfect lubrication for touching yourself while sucking him off, gleam in his eyes at how filthy you are

Typically can’t be bothered to trim his pubic hair, but it doesn’t get especially long anyway — more so coarse and curly

His shaft doesn’t stretch you out significantly, sliding easily into your slick heat, hovering above you as his hands keep your legs parted widely, “You like being splayed out for me, hm?” pinching lightly at your inner thigh, grinning smugly as you whimper contently, “My precious plaything.”

But it (his shaft) does have a wicked, upward curve, tip grinding firm and repetitive against the spongy bundle of nerves deep in your pussy

And its veins 🤤

What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in texture

Plus, Obanai 11/10 fucks aggressive and erratic, pubic bone flush to your clit, friction delicious and constant as he thrusts full force into your hole, sweat dripping from his brow onto your clavicle, his eyes narrowed in lust and passion, balls slapping sticky against your asshole, less concerned about hurting you since he’s aware that he isn’t ~the biggest guy on the block

Altho, if he’s tired, then he lowkey enjoys you on top, edging him w/ every slow and steady undulation of your hips, your tits pressed warm and hot to his chest as he clings to you and the squelch of your cunt

For whatever reason, my immediate thought was: Raging! Hard! On! 😂😍

Kyojuro’s absolutely packing, but still decently proportionate to his stature (177cm aka 5’10”)

—Bc, contrary to porn-pular belief, comically large dicks hurt 😒💀

8 inches erect, and a sizeable bulge when flaccid

—Never thought I’d use this term, bc (imo) it’s hot when I’m horny, but 🥴 when I’m ~sober 😆…

BREEDER BALLS

As much as Kyojuro loves worshiping your pussy, he might love when you worship his balls more 🤭

You kissing, sucking, licking his balls while he jerks himself off = 100% orgasm guarantee

Drooling on his shiny, reddening tip, your spit trickling down between his fingers, making a mess of your lips as you return to fondling his balls w/ your mouth?

110% orgasm guarantee

Prefers cumming on your tits, btw — will stave off his orgasm until you can get ~in position ☺️

Nothing like an even messier round two 😎

Bc, ofc, he is more than happy to reciprocate the pleasure 💞

W/ enough girth to warrant a gradual sinking (vs an abrupt thrust to the hilt), his shaft fills you breathless, its last couple of inches just barely fitting into your heat

“Can’t believe you’re already hard again,” you giggle delightedly, eyes hazy as he smears his cum across your nipple, throbbing head pressing deeper into your pussy, “You’re insatiable, I swear.”

A heady groan is his only response, gaze bright and attentive as always, reaching for your hand, dipping your thumb into his cum splatter, tasting himself on your skin as he maintains eye contact

“Fuck,” you gasp, pussy clenching at his nonchalance, tongue swiping subconsciously along your bottom lip

“Taste?” he offers, enthusiastic tone muted by the determined pressure of him lapping at your other nipple, his cum bitter and warm as he kisses you sloppy and needy, grip gentle on your jaw as he inhales your scent

And then you whisper Umai!

One word: brutal 😵‍💫

Not bc he’s ridiculously hung (i.e. Gyomei), but bc he’s ridiculously good (at using his dick)

—I actually headcanon Sanemi being a ~bashful virgin (sex can be intimate, and intimacy can be scary, but he loves you, so if that means being soft and scared w/ you… then he’s willing to go there 🥺🤍), buuut once he’s comfortable/well practiced?

—😈😈😈

Not much of a show-er when flaccid (and absolutely, positively shriveled when cold 😂), but an ideal 7 inches when erect w/ girth in between Gyomei and Kyojuro (slimmer than Gyo, thicker than Kyo)

His tip seems to get ~angrier the longer you tease him, going from an almost cute pink to an engorged, lustful red — def the hardest part about fitting him in your pussy, breath catching every time he finally slips into your dripping hole

Which, he has to get you dripping before attempting to penetrate, or at least use lube, bc rushed sex + his dick = not super enjoyable

Alternatively, he’ll facefuck you to get his dick wet enough for your pussy, 7 inches manageable, albeit veering on unpleasant, your nails digging into his flexed ass as he shoves himself languid and satisfied into your mouth, head twitching and leaking precum down the back of your throat whenever you gag on his length

“Watch your teeth,” he grunts lowly, tugging warningly at your hair, swallowing a moan as his cock muffles your whimper, eyes watering at his roughness, “Don’t make me gag and choke you,” calloused fingers brushing soothingly—promisingly—at your neck

In terms of pubic hair, he keeps it neatly trimmed, but not clean shaven: he likes hearing—seeing—the filthy mess of your saliva, tears, and precum as he fucks up and into your pussy

“Is this fast enough for you?” he snarls, your body balanced precariously atop his pelvis, grip nearly bruising on your hips as he smirks knowingly, “Obviously not,” pace frenzied as you moan raggedly, “If you’re still moaning like a whore, then it isn’t fast enough.”

Feet shifting beneath him in search of a different angle, grin triumphant and deadly as you shout silently, head tilted backward, tits bouncing in mesmerizing sync w/ his thrusts

“There we go,” he murmurs, balls tightening at your fucked out expression, “There’s my perfect cunt, squeezing all pathetic and hopeless around my cock,” stamina never ending, pussydrunk on the feeling of you, “Can’t wait for you to cum on my cock, gonna make this cunt so fucking sloppy.”

The prettiest dick 😭

—Ik I mentioned Gyomei’s dick being pretty too, but Giyuu takes pretty to another lvl 🥺

Aka Giyuu has the Goldilocks Cock™ 💀

Just shy of 7 inches, w/ thin veins that curl neat and yummy around his shaft — which, btw, is thick enough to have you pushing on his shoulders Slowly, p-please as the tip catches on your entrance, his eyes hooded and glassy as he ignores you in favor of thrusting in further Sorry not sorry at all You feel so g-good

A faint shudder trembles down his spine, pooling in his groin, traveling along his girth, head twitching in the viscous grip of your heat

Maintains a tidy patch of pubic hair, delicate happy trail tantalizing and subtle whenever he stretches 🥱

As for his balls… once again: Goldilocks Balls™ 🤤

Optimally sized for sucking into your mouth, hanging beautifully even, downy hairs tickling your nose as he cups the back of your head, quiet groans spilling from his cherry bitten lips as you glance toward his fluttering lashes, your vision obscured by the muscle of his tensed inner thigh

Giyuu’s fave position?

—for these headcanons, at least 😆

Cowgirl 🤠 #yee #haw

Your pussy clings to his shaft like a greedy vice, creamy essence smearing from your swollen folds to his lower abdomen, tits presented as you arch backward, using his legs to steady yourself as you fuck yourself on his (perfect) cock

“Touch yourself,” he demands softly, spreading your asscheeks w/ surprisingly cool hands, easily supporting your weight, eyes closing at the satisfying smack of your skin bouncing against his

“Touch yourself till you cum,” his biceps hardly straining as you chase your orgasm, rhythm smooth and delectable, “I want to feel you fall apart,” murmured slick and gentle, in stark contrast to the lewd squish of his balls tapping your asshole

“C’mon sweetheart, fall apart for me, so gorgeous on my cock, love feeling you gush all over me.”

—I pondered long and hard about Tengen’s dick (both puns intended 🤗)

—Lemme organize my thoughts for a sec…

—Girth (from wide to slim): Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu, Obanai

—Length (from long to ~short): Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai

In other words, as the second tallest, Tengen also happens to be the second biggest 🙃

—I initially considered putting him behind Kyo in terms of length, but 198cm aka 6’6” vs 177cm aka 5’10”... the math just wouldn’t have mathed 😆

Erect, Tengen measures a solid 9 inches, and if Obanai’s dick is veiny, then Tengen’s dick = veins GALORE 😵

“Even my dick is flashy! 😎” “It has ✨decor✨!”

His shaft bends slightly downward (blame gravity — his dick’s so fucking heavy 😌), so certain positions can be a bit tricky, but damn if he doesn’t rearrange your insides 🤪

Def enjoys being the center of attention, fucking slow and confident into your stretched out hole, dirty talk muffled by Makio’s thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm licking her folds, Hina’s index finger slim and practiced as she stimulates your clit, Suma’s tongue gliding wet and hot against Tengen’s taint

“What was that?” Makio coos, eyes twinkling as she grinds firmly onto Tengen’s mouth, “We can’t understand you dear,” squealing when he smacks her tits, “You seem a bit preoccupied, try speaking up.”

“S-shit,” you gasp, gripping Hina’s hand, pressure building as Tengen thrusts sharply into you, “D-don’t encourage him Makio,” whining as Hina latches onto your nipple, sucking lightly

“Why not?” Makio giggles, ass wiggling playfully, “Can’t take it?” knowing all too well that, ultimately, your pussy’s paying the price for her teasing

“Hm, you’re so messy babe,” Suma sighs contently, pausing her ministrations to kiss Tengen’s thigh, lips shiny w/ spit and your essence, “Seems like you want Makio to encourage him.”

Hina nods in agreement, eyes narrowed devilishly, twisting your other nipple, “Her clit’s throbbing,” spoken w/ unbearable casualness, “I think she’s going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum?” Tengen asks conversationally, finally taking a breath from Makio’s pussy, engorged tip twitching in your cunt, “I’ve hardly ruined you, and you’re already spasming on my cock.”

“T-tengen,” you whimper, clenching at his taunting tone, falling forward, cheek smooshed into Makio’s back, “So fucking d-deep,” stuttering as the new angle forces his fat head flush to the entrance of your cervix

“Think we can get her to squirt?” Tengen hums smugly, a hypothetical question, really, as you begin convulsing, pussy gushing messily onto his stomach, Hina’s hand glistening, ignoring your meek mewls of T-too much! as she continues rubbing your clit, Suma lapping at your cum as it coats Tengen’s balls, trickling between his asscheeks

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😳🥵 your expansion on the "he's in the mood, partner isn't" is WHEW I was thinking if maybe you could expand on the "partner is in the mood, he isn't" as well? like the flip side? maybe goes in the direction of the piece you wrote about Benny's voice maybe a lil? he'd be all wrapped around his person and give them soft touches and murmurs... Santi on the other hand... I think he might be a little more 😈 even when he doesn't feel like participating... or he offers his thigh some more... Benny too? or maybe he/they grab their person's favorite toy for them and hold it in place for them? 👀😇😏😏😏

Benny & Santiago (you're in the ✨mood✨, they're not)

Original: Benny vs. Santiago (they're in the mood, you're not)

Content: NSFW 18+, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, thigh riding, MMF dynamics, voice kink

Benny

While it's nearly unheard of for Benny to turn down sex, there are times after matches that even the excess adrenaline running through his veins isn't enough to override his complete and utter exhaustion, his body left sore, battered, and bruised. It's on those nights and early mornings, when you wake up desperate and wanting, that that his lips dance across the shell of your ear as he lays beside you, letting the sound of his deep voice guide your fingers toward your dripping folds as he murmurs things like—"Tell me how wet you are" and "Put another finger in, baby" and "Let me hear how good it feels."

And even if he's not participating, Benny loves to have his mouth on yours while you're touching yourself—lips slotted together, the kiss growing more and more sloppy as you get closer to your climax, at which point he'll swallow down each and every one of your wanton moans.

If you're on the couch rather than in bed, Benny likes to pull you into his lap on the recliner seat, his solid chest flush against your back as he wraps his arms around you. With his legs caged around yours, he'll nudge your thighs apart, his chin resting on your shoulder as you slip your hand into your underwear.

Santiago

Santiago has plenty of filthy words and praise to whisper when you touch yourself when he's not quite in the mood, things like "I think you can take more than that" and "Good girl" and "You're so wet, you'd take my cock so well right now." But the thing is, although he may not be physically participating, Santiago wants you to use him. He wants you to climb into his lap and straddle him, dragging your dripping cunt over one of his thick, muscled thighs and riding him until you're a debauched, moaning mess.

Benny & Santiago

(Suspend your disbelief so hard right now that both of these men will somehow not be in the mood 😂)

On the rare occasion that neither of them is fucking you, Benny and Santiago like to make a game out of your masturbation, taking turns telling you what to do and how touch yourself to see who can make you come first. They'll step into roles, like simmering praise from Benny that makes your toes curl and filthy degradation from Santiago that leaves your mouth dry. Benny likes to see you indulge yourself, urging you to plunge your fingers faster in and out of the wet mess you've made of your pussy, but Santiago toys with you, hitting the brakes when you're nearly at the edge as he tells you to slow down, to wait.

And when you pull out your vibrator, Santiago likes to sit you down in his lap as he holds it for you, his hips rocking into yours and pushing you forward as you shamelessly fuck yourself on the toy. Benny, meanwhile, kneels in front of you, one hand cupping the side of your neck, blue eyes locked on yours as he slips two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on until you come.

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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It's A Match Final

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Summary: this was not the first impression you wanted to give henrys family, but it was the one you got. Thankfully henry is quick to reassure you and clean up his mess.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, m/f, fluff, embarrassment,

A/n: here is the final to this little story! Im soo happy i finally finished this its felt like forever to write but im happy i waited to finish it otherwise a few details wouldnt have made it in.

Please ignor typos, not beta'd

You yelped as henry moved infront of you spreading your thighs wider with his hips as they slapped against yours. Your feet flicked out uncontrollably, looking for something to stabilise yourself on. But henry was powerful with his love making and yourfeet only managed to bounce with the force of his assault. He growled digging his thumbs into your pelvis pinning your ass to the small sideboard holding you jn place as he rocked into your body stealing your breath from you in deep unstoppable thrusts.

"Fuck- thats it yes! Let me hear you kitten~" he snarled squeezing your hips, dragging you to the edge of the table as he drove forward. You moaned tipping your head back unable to keep quiet as he daragged you closer, imbedding the last inch or so into your tight channel. He smirked down at you but kept pace. He always loved it when you were plyable enough to fuck full, it was one of your charms. The fact you could handle him in his entirety.

"Hen- hen fuck i cant-ah god! Henry!?" You keened, cutting off your words trying to breath as he rutted you for all you were worth. He laughed almost sadistically as he fucked you, he adored the way he could ruin you, pick you apart with nothing but his words and cock.

He dipped his face down close to yours locking eyes with you watching intently as you whined and struggled, mewling arching up towards him. You wanted to kiss him, for him to kiss you! Theh were like a drug to you, even when he was balls deep ruining you for other men it wasnt enough. You wanted his lips, craved his taste.

"Aww love look at you, so fucking helpless and desperate like any good girl should be! Such a perfect girl for me arent you?" He teased pressing his forhead to yours and slowed his hips to a leisurely pace. Slow and deep drags of his hips, makeing you jolt, your ass almost riseing off of the table with each mighty thrust.

"So perfect! Your pussy was made for me wasnt it? Your taking me so well, fuck! Fuck yes thats it good girl! Yes! Fucking squeeze me just like that~" you groaned a deep wanton sound at his words, you never thought hed be one for such dirty lewd praise. But my god you had a thing for it, the deep voice dripping with sex surrounding you with filthy words as his body dominated your own in the most primal way. You were feral for him and he knew it.

His words seemed to excite him more impatience lingered on his tongue as he kissed you. It was to only warning you got before he widened his legs, his thighs forcing yours further apart. You didnt understand for a second. And then it hit you, he was cementing himself to the floor. You hadnt even finished that thought when he suddenly burst to life.

It would appear your lover has been holding out on you. Because with no word of warning he began moveing. His hips grew faster and faster, he was fucking you in a way youd never experienced befor in you life! Normal men did harder or faster. Not both.

He had the audacity to laugh as you screeched, hands snapping to his shoulders. Your nails bit into the thick muscles making him grunt tenseing his arms, flexing his fingers against you. You saw stars, closeing your eyes tightly curlingnyour tos3 as his pelvis arched agains tyours. The way he held you open left your clit vulnerable to him. There was nothing you could do, no way to fight off the fast approaching ecstasy. All you could do was wail and take what he gave you. Endure the rough thatch ofmhair kissing your bundle of nerves, grinding against it for the few seconds he allowed you to feel him pulse inside of you.

"Pleas- henry hurry! I cant last!" You whimpered pleading with him needing him to finish with you, you dont think you can survive him railing afterwards again. Working over your sensitive nub until you almost blacked out again. /////////////

Youd managed a month. One month of sweet private dates, full of kisses and cute flirting before youd been lured to bed by the gorgeous siren of a man. He was suave and charming, polite and teasing chock full of inuendos but somehow still remained a gentleman. He was quite the contradiction, in the best possible way. Youd gone for a walk with the dogs again, the pups had taken to one another even if occasionally kal was unsure. Henry had asked you to pop round for coffee which wasnt unusual but once inside he'd all but pounced you, you just couldn't find it in you to refuse him.

Since sleeping with him he had become ravenous! You and Amii hadnt escaped his home for four days! Four consecutive days! Spent walking about his home in his shirts. Youd been worried at first, scared of stretching out his clothes but he refused to let you in much more. He particularly loved the way you had to have the top four buttons undone on his button ups to accommodate your bust. He adored the way the shirt draped over you, you complained it was a little snug on your hips and tummy and worried youd ruin it by popping a button... His respose was popping all the buttons off, ripping open the shirt revealing you to him before laying claim to you again and again.

That was how the days were spent, curled around one another talking and playing a few games then making love all around the house. It was bliss!

"Come on, come on love, its time sweetheart! Cum, cum for me you can do it. I need you to cum for me. Milk me like a good girl! Take everything" he snipped, hissing the words out through clenched teeth one hand snactching your jaw forcing you tompeer at him through halfmlidded eyes. You felt delirious quiverering around him. Your tummy tightening his praise and lustfull coaxing. The harsh gaze warningnyou to obey him. It was in these moments you shared where you could see the alpha streak in him. The dominant male that he never seemed to indulge. You loved it, craved the new side of him. You hoped he would oneday explore it with you.

"Fuck im cumming! I-fuck yes love! I love you!ah! Ugh-god!" Henry roared over you before quickly dipping his head down stealing your lips for a kiss as you shuddered withering around him one final time. his release giving your insides the final push to clench, flutteringnarou d him crying out into his mouth as you finished. Cumming over him, your own body prolonging both of your highs as you massaged him with your own end.

He stilled dragging in desperate lungfulls of air andgroaned before spinning around with you managing to sway passed the side of the small table he'd just christened with you. You tensed as his legs almost faltered onnthe small three step journy, but trusted him. He was adamant it wasnt your weight. God no, you knew better then to even think that now. Henry had just about lost his shit when you had mentioned he didntnhave to try lugging you about after sex becuase you were to heavy.

No he'd made it clear yiur weight isnt what make him weak at the knees, it was the earth shattering sexand full body quivering, spine melting mind numbing orgasms you gave him that sapped him of his god like strength.

He pivoted on his heel and tipped back laying on the sofa with you on top of him, still straddling him as he softened inside of you. You had fohnd it strange at first but he never seemed to want to leave you even when he was finished. You didnt mind, it was nice to have man wanting to snuggle up as close as can be after he was done.

"I love you" he said pressing his nose into your neck breathing you in like you were the sweetest thing he'd ever smelt. He loved this, loved having you all to himself. That you were here with him and him alone. He felt lucky each and every single day he got to spend with you. He could only hope you felt just as blessed as he did and would want to remain with him.

"I love you too henry" you replied leaning down sharing sweet kisses with him. His heart soared, everytime you told him you loved him he felt a rush like he'd never known before. Each time he couldnt help sink further, believe that this was it. That you were the woman he had been waiting for is entire life. You were the future he handt dared to dream of for a long time.

He'd never really admitted his fears outloud. He didnt want to burden anyone with his worries. But he always doubted having a meaningful relationship. Being his partner was a hard road to travel. The months away, media attention rumours, public and private life constantly crossing over one another. Lines were always blurred.

Yet you had eased his doubts. You had brought it up, not him. You had been realistic and honest with him. Youd said it was something they needed to talk about openly. So you did and surprised the hell out of him. You had a plan and an answer for all of his worries. 8t made his heart swell with pride when he realised you were prepared, youd thought about everything seriously.

Work commitments wasnt an issues for you, you understood the reality of his career and that he'd be away for weeks on end. But you owned your own company and were free to take time off as and when you choose. So when he was home you could spend quality time with him at home to,and if he was away for longer shoots you could take a few days off to visit him.

You were slightly nervous about going public, but at the same time wasnt bothered by it. So people will snap some photos, you simply stated 'well atleast we will get free professional photosmwhen ever we want' henry had laughed at that. He'd never thought of it that way before but you were right.

And for the whole online thing, well you'd already made it abundantly clear you didnt give two shits about that. All you asked is that you were both honest with one anpther. Honesty builds trust, and trust was going to be a huge part of this relationship, especially if tabloids were going to be involved. He hadnbeen floored by the practical solutions you had tomevery minor inconvenience yous suffer by being with him. The conversation ended with you teasing him 'your not getting rid of me that easily mister'

You moved slowly tilting forward to lay ontop of him, he pouted, releasing a small whine as you slowly shuffled forward pulling him from inside of you. You were quick to nuzzle into his chest pressing sweet kisses. His arms pulled tight around you with a satisfied groan relishing in holding you close. You pressed your ear to his chest, one hand fiddling with the hair infront of you. After a few moments you yawned, you hadnt meant to you were just tired, he really was a beast, it was hard for you to keep up.

"Why dont you take a quick nap in here, I will order pizza and once youve got a bit of shut eye you can show me that glitch on skyrim you were on about?" He purred rubbing your back soothingly trying to ease the slight pain he knew was there. It was his fault after all.

"Oh Mr cavill?! Dont tell me youve got me all buttered up just to learn my skyrim cheats?" You teased blinking up at him craning your neck until your lips were just out of his reach. He smiled and tipped his head forward to meet you, his nose resting against yours, eyes locking in a intense yet loving gaze.

"No my love of course not~ i buttered you up for the sheer pleasure seeing my woman glistening like the goddess she is~" his reply made you melt into him. He was far to good at making you swoon. And he knew it.

"But seriously why dont you have a nap and then we can pig out and game for a bit?" He uttered seeing he had tucked you out again. He loved that you napped after sex. You were self conscious but henry took it as a job well done. Plus it meant he could admire you quietly, or just lay snuggled up with you. He adored every moment with you, even when asleep..

"Good thinking batman~" you purred teasjngly and pressed a quick kiss to his nose giggling knowing what was coming next.

"You little? Come'ere you! I was too easy on you~" he growled playfully and flipped you both over before descending his fingers over your ribs and tickled you whilst littering your face with kisses. You roared with laughter squealing as henry continued his assault.

Finally he relented and pressed a single deep kiss to your lips, drawing you close once more pushing his tongue past your lips and tangling it with your own. You moaned into his mouth kissing him back with just as much passion.

Your kiss quickly began escalating when his hands wandered, one at the back of your neck pulling you closer to him so he could fuck your mouth with his tongue, drawing the tip across the roof of your mouth makingnou shiver, honest to god no one had ever kissed you like henry could. Youd had no idea of just how pleasurable a simple locking of lips could be, he just had a knack for finding these sensitive spots and exploiting them to the fullest.

With a great huff he pulled away from you with a grin befor pressing himself to stand beside you and made his way into the kitchen promising to be back with the smoothies youd made earlier with the older fruits henry had in the fruit bowl on the dineing table.

You fell back paying flat on the sofa stretching out like a content cat. You truly had fallen under his spell. It hadnt taken you long torealise he had been telling the truth, hank was henry. The real henry you had tried to catch him out a few times but he checked out. Since accepting this fct your relationship has been a dream.

You had just began to fall into a blissfull sleep when there was a strange sound from the tv. Three dots appered for a few seconds and you move to your side raising up onto one elbow frownjng at the tv. Then before you could think the sreen lit up with a video chat. The screen was divided into five. And to your horror there you were face on, butt ass naked in the bottom left hand corner.

"Hi mum hey guys!" You heard henry from in the kitchen It took you all of three seconds to realise what you were seeing. Henrys family! His parent and brothers on screen all seeing you completly bare. And henry was none the wiser in the other room.

"HENRY?! No!!- IM FUCKING NAKED!" You screamed freaking out instantly turning red and feeling sick to your stomach before snapping out of your shock and began moving.

"You wha-?" He asked running back into the living room then watched as you rolled to the floor diving under the small wooden coffee table. Then looked to his phone which he'd answered... It was connected to the tv... He froze holy shit no!

"OH MY GOD- FUCK SORRY BABE SORRY IM SO SORRY!" He began shouting with alerted your two faithful pups, both running into the room somehow half asleep but alert, ready for a protection detail situation.

"Oh my god is that y/n? Wow shes pretty hot! Your punching above your weight there arent you?" A voice came over the tv. But henry growled and pointed to it angrily

"Dont you oogle my fucking woman!?" Henry threatened with fire in his veins and a snarl in his chest.

"What? I'm not, I'm just saying shes cute!" The male replied with a nevprvous chuckle. You didnt have to spy the tv to know the man was regretting his words.

"Cover your fucking eyes! Or I swear to god!" Henry began yelling, locking his jaw in irritation. But the brewing argument was halted by a womans voice snapping at the two men.

"BOYS! That is quite enough! Henry end the call befor you embarrass her even more! And get some bloody clothes on! Your a grown man I dont need to see your todger any more!" With that said henry looked down and yipped dashign forward and crouching slightly tryingmto hide himself, one hand darting to his crotch covering it

"... err fuck- sorry! Sorry mum! i'll call you back okay? Forget you saw that!" He stammered glowing red and quickly shut off the call with shaking hands cursing.

"Oh fuck are you okay? Shit you didnt hit your head did you" henry said rushing forward to you crouching at the coffee table.

"No... No im good" you uttered teying to swallow the lump in your throat and curled up tighter. Feeling completely mortified. You couldnt help it, the nasty thoughts berating you, shaming you for being caught like that.

"Thats lucky... jesus christ, come on sweetness, come out." He ushered you from under the table woth a light chuckle.

"Whats so funny?" You asked bearly hanging onto your own sobs that were trying to escape alonge side your tears of shame. Henry held oht a hand helpjgn you stand up once more.

"You, you just fucking flew- threw yourself like ... you hit the deck hard" and just like that your shame became a feirce anger! How could he laugh about this? It wasnt funny! Why hasnt he realised how upset you are?! This wasnt funny in the slightest.

"I'll fucking hit somthing hard in a minute mr... what the fuck you doing answering a family zoom call when you got your afterglow on!?" It was then henry stopped, really stopped and looked at you. You were crushed, he could see it, the shame and anxiety clouding your eyes. It was the doubt that in your eyes that cut hi deeper then your tears. Suddenyl he felt like a complete asshole for laughing. You were getting yourself into a state.

"Oh gosh no, love no please I'm sorry... it was a force of habbit... I see my mum on the screen and I i answer or allhell wil, break loose...c henry was quick to start explaining. He didnt want you to think he was actually laughing at you or the situation.

"Babe im sorry i honsetly forgot it was connected to the tv" he offered sincerely placing a gentle hand to your shoulder, digging his thumb in and pressing the pads of his fingers giving y9u a light squeeze, massaging your tense shoulder with his fingers slightly.

"Yeah i gathered that... oh fucking hell!" You cried into your hands finally unable to cope with the sickening fear and embarrassment assaulting you. It wasnt fair, this wasnt the impression you wanted to give his family.

"Oh god love no, come on dont cry" he dove forward slipping his arms around you as you crumpled into sobs. He hushed you as you cried into him. Rocking side to side with you kissing your head.

"I re-really wanted to make a good impression on them!" You mewled sniffling between sobs feeling like a stupid whore. They must think thats what you are! A whore whose only here to get your rocks off. Who else meets their boyfriends family on their back starkers!

"Its okay, they- they will understand it was an accident" henry cooed slowly shuffling you across the living room as you shivered.

"I must look like a right slut!" You whined feeling worse as your mind seemed to fixate on the fact your boyfreinds entore family had seen everything you had to offer. They were probably gossiping and jusdginnyoh over it as you spoke to henry.

"No noo you dont, love please they wont think your a slut" henry stated firmly whislt pluckjng you from the floor and took a seat on the sofa perching you in his lap holding you tightly. You tucked yourself into him tightly trying to curl up small willing yourself to disappear under the weifht of your own embarrassment.

"What else will they think! The first time they see my im spread out on your sofa in my birthday suit smelling like sex!"

"They cant smell you through the tv love" he added logically whilst also trying to lighten the mood.

"HENRY?!" Your indignat cry shut him up. Perhaps now wasnt the time for specifics or sarcasm.

"Okay okay. Your right thats wasnt funny, bad timing. But they will see this for what it is. Me being a dumbass who answered his phone without checking who or what it was" he admitted quickly trying to get you to understand this was one huge unfortunate accident. A huge unfortunate accident that he was soley responsible for. And hoenstly he felt like a complete and utter prick.

Henry looked down when you didnt reply, not even a humm or single curse word. His gaze was met by soft mournfull crying and tears.

"Hey look these things happen okay? They wont think less of you okay?" He reassured you softly as you began to calm yourself down.

"They have all seen me naked henry?" You sobbed, eyes wide and frightened. You fhad never felt so utterly embarrassed and helpless. What the hell are you meant to do jow? How do you make a good impression on this amazing mans family when they have seen you naked!?

"Me too love, its fine i promise you love. I promise they will forget about it please just- take a deep breath and calm down okay? It isnt that big of a deal and they all covered their eyes when they realised... and mums sure to read them the right act before we call back" he soothed rubbjng your back trying to help ease your mortification.

"Fuck..." you whispered leaning forward perssing your head into your hands feeling completely defeated already.

"Here lets find a tshirt and cover you up" henry offered before backing away frommyou. You could barely hear him moving into the kitchen towards the laundry basket.

"Jumper!" You suddenly added, yelping out the qord. You wanted to ba as covered as much as you could be.

"Yes yes jumper, the knit one? Or commandos?" He called out making you roll our eyes. It didnt bloody matter!

"Beeaarr" you whined at him. You didnt give a damn what jumper! You just wanted to cover up.

"Okay got it, knit jumper... i'll get a blanket too and we can snuggle while you meet them" his voice carried evenly, he was calm enough for the both of you.

"No i; henry i?" You tried to argue but your throat clammed up, you could feel it. You wanted to cry again. You felt so embarrassed over the situation. Henry padded back into the room clade in some boxers and his commando jumper befpre handing you another pair of boxers, you quickly sliped them on before reaching out to take the jumper

" ah ah no, come here snuggle butt, let me help, lets get you comfy" henry spoke as he held put the knit jumper for you, guiding your head into it and tugging the soft comforting jumper over you, then begand tuckjng the blanket around you sweetly. It was clear he wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible... you also detected a slight guilt in his demeanor.

"Hen i cant do this, I cant speak to them after that" you sniffled, curling your feet up on the sofa beside you as you wiped your eyes on the cuff of his jumper. He took a seat beside you slipping his own legs below the blanket before pulling you towards him, making you lean on his chest with his arm arohnd your shoulders.

"Of course you can darling... its not the first time one of us was caught with our pants down or the second... or third now that im thinking about it... i suppose we can say it was just my turn" he offered sweetly, tryingnuis best to make you see this wasnt soo bad. He squeezed you reassuringly whilst his other hand was flicking through his phone preparing to re-enter the group chat.

"I... your sure they wont think im a slag? Or or somthing?" You blinked up at him eyes still glazed with tears threatening to fall.

"No they will love you... besides they know what im like babe, my fault remember if anything im probably gonna get a ear full for not being careful" he added sincerly between kisses to your head. You hummed curling a hand in his jumper and held tight, nuzzling him. He really had become your rock. He was you gravity, your safe haven. And he really did keep you safe.

One thing that youd noticed was he was a big protective bear, when you were out together he was a real sweet heart. Guiding you arcoss roads holding your hand, walking on the side of traffic as if to protect you from cars. Even in the woods walking the pups he was always coaxing you onto the more even ground. One hand at the small of your back or wrapped around yours making sure you never tripped or fell.

"Listen love, we're a couple of grown adults who love each other and have a healthy sex drive. Theres nothing wrong with that. Its not like my family thinks im celibate" he scoffed determined to overcome this little bump in the road. He wanted you to understand that his family wont judge you over an accident. Things like this happen and its just apart of life. No matter how unfortunate it is.

"How could i be with such a succulent, thick juicey mama and not snuggle a ravish you?" He hummed wiggling his brows at you drawing a light giggle from you.

"See there we go, theres the smile i love. Honestly no one is going to think anything less of you. I promise, they aren't like that. Besides they know all about you, they know your not a fling or one night stand" he squeezed you tighter as he spoke trying to help sooth you and build up your confidence.

"O-okay... i suppose but... im scared, i mean you cant have spokenthat much, they probably think im useing you or something" you uttered finally revealing the deepset fear you had over meeting his family. You were worried they would grill you, that they will be suspicious of you and the reasons for being with henry.

"Dont be so bloody stupid, they know all about you love. Ive been gushing about you to them just after our first week of messaging!" He scolded you with a stern look before softening his gaze when you whined threatening to get all flustered again. He quickly changed tactics and revealed that he'd already been talking about you to them.

"Really?" You blinked up at him shocked. Youd thought he ad kept you quiet, and thats why you hadnt spoken to any of his friends or family. You understood, your relationship was still quite new. It had only been the last two weeks or so that you felt it was becoming serious.

"Of course, they are excited to meet you. Especially mum she was over the moon when i told them i met up with you, shes been hohnding me about meeting you since" Henry added holding you in a serious gaze. He was eager to introduce you, it was cute. Like a little teenager who wanted to show off his first girlfriend to his family. You took a deep breath gathering your courage together befor noding to him. Youd introduce yourself to them.

Even though you had been embarrassed beyond belief you did want to meet his family, it was silly but meeting his family sort of making things officially official. And it wanst like you could exactly hide, besides what kind of impression would you leave if henry wasnt allowed to speak to them because of you? Not a very good one.

Henry pressed a kiss to your lips a sweet chaste kiss making your cheeks tint red. And then pulled back with a deep breath.

"Thank you love, i just know they are going to love you. Im a little worried they are going to love you more then me~"

"Well ifmthat happens i will be sure to put in a good word for you every now and then" you quipped cheekily before yelping as henry dived as you wrapping his arms around you tickling you.

You squeeked kicking and squirming laughing below him and he curled over you dragging his knees to the sofa to lean over you, cageing you whith his huge form whilst tickling you.

"Oh so thats how it is huh? Your here to steal my heart, clothes, food and family? I should have known a little siren when I see one" he huffed through his own chuckles as he continued his torture. His eyes were alight glowing a beautiful gleeful blue, the smile on his face was one of pure joy. You couldntnhelp think how stunning it wa to see him with such a childish delight. He was happy, truley happy. The type of happiness you cant contain. And honestly you were too.

"Oh no you caught me- agh henry fuck oh my god nooo, no stop it~ stooop hen!" You shouted through your laughter as tears began streaming down your face from the large bear of a mans perfected tickling technique. Finally he was secure in his victory and stopped. Before leaning down over you and stared into your eyes.

"Im excited for you to meet them, i cant wait for them to get to know you and fall inlove with you just like i have. You want to know why? Because you are perfect. Perfect for me, perfect for kal, perfect for my family for my life." Your heart melted, eyes began watering as his sweet words sank in. You felt as if your heart would burst for him.

"I always worried that with my career and life i could never have a real relationship. That i wouldnt settle down. I thought that no woman could really handle it,me being away travelling and then when im home having to deal with the papperazzi" you clung onto every word, he'd never been this open with you, this raw. Not since youd met in person for the first time. The vulnerability made you weak, you just wanted to wrap him up and cuddle him. It was a travesty that this amazingly sweet gentle man had to worry about such things. Whoever had put these silly ideas and worries in his head better pray to god they never crossed paths with you, because they will not get out unscathed.

"And now i have you. ive never fallen for a woman who so easily become such a huge part of my life so quickly. You are the woman i have spent my life looking for. I love you, and i swear one day Im going to marry you" you froze gasping as he anounced his plans. You hadn't been prepared for it, you dont think you could ever be prepared for such a confident statment. Like it was inevitable and he was just waiting untill it was socially acceptable to marry you.

"Hen; what you cant mean that? Its still so early" you finally found your voice unsure of you were reading this wrong, that he was joking. But he shook his head at you before speaking.

"I meant every single word, you are the rest of my life"He sikenced your doubts instantly. He was a man of his word and determined. You made to placate him with a 'we'll see' but the tv lit up as the zoom call request came in again making you just about jump out of your skin.

"Now what do you say we introduce you to the inlaws?" He uttered cheekily sitting up right offering a hand to you. You grinned suddeny feeling more secure then you ever had done in your life. Henry helped you sit up and tucked you next to him sending you a quick wink before answering the call. The tv then lit up with different veiws.

"Hey everyone, i think its about time i introduce someone special. This gorgeous women is y/n, the love of my life" henry spoke quickly directing the conversation away from anything that might embarrass you. You smiled waving shyly as a chorus of excited greetings and introductions began. And just like that all of your fears and doubts washed away. You could see what henry meant, you could already feel his family were down to earth people.

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill rpf #oh for fic sake fics #rpf fanfic #fic: Its a match #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine

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writingsofwesteros · 8 months

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Daenaerys making peace with Sansa by being the one to give her the eldest daughter of Cersei.

She has her in a tattered gown, terrified. Sansa remembers this woman. Beautiful, kind. Always good to Sansa. Her first crush on another woman. Once, the Lannister girl taught Sansa how to kiss. When they were discovered, she was too frightened to defend Sansa. It ruined the Winter Queen’s reputation.

“She’s shuddering,” Sansa almost sounds concerned.

Daenaerys plays with the loose straps of the woman’s gown, “She’s nude beneath this. We took her clothes to use as blankets.”

Sansa goes to the Lannister and grabs her chin, “Sad. She’s cold and filthy. I cannot allow that. I’ll have a bath prepared in my chambers.”

“Thank you San—“ she forced her thumb in the Lannister girl’s mouth.

“Still so pretty… but filthy. Wanton. This gown is disgusting. Take it off,” Sansa nods to her men that immediately strip the woman bare.

The moment she tries to cover herself, her hands are bound. When she begs Sansa for mercy, her mouth is gagged. Sansa is shameless in her groping of the Lannister. She looks to Daenaerys “Would you like to help me wash her?”

“I would be delighted.”

Much to the Lannister girl’s humiliation, Sansa’s chambers are on the other side of Winterfell. Meaning that she is walked nude for all to see. Unlike her mother, no one is allowed to throw things at her. But Sansa has her hand on the back of her head, fingers tight around gold curls, this is no less demoralizing.

“This will be how they remember you. But not I. We shall make better memories soon, if you take well to your lessons.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“This will be how they remember you. But not I. We shall make better memories soon, if you take well to your lessons.” Oh she's bad!

Poor thing not having the strength to defend Sansa when it was needed.

Sansa and Danny would have been good partners in crime thank you!

#prized pet

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holdonendure · 2 years

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Brothers and Sisters!

Now the works of the flesh is manifest, which are these:

Adultery: Conjugal infidelity. An adulterer was a man who had illicit intercourse with a married or a betrothed woman, and such a woman was an adulteress. Intercourse between a married man and an unmarried woman was fornication. Adultery was regarded as a great social wrong, as well as a great sin.

Fornication: The incontinence or lewdness of unmarried persons, male or female; also, the criminal conversation of a married man with an unmarried woman.

Uncleanness: Foulness; dirtiness; filthiness. Moral impurity; defilement by sin; sinfulness.

Lasciviousness: Looseness; irregular indulgence of animal desires; wantonness; lustfulness. Tendency to excite lust, and promote irregular indulgences.

Idolatry: worship or divine honour paid to any created object. The forms of idolatry are, Fetishism, or the worship of trees, rivers, hills, stones, etc. Nature worship, the worship of the sun, moon, and stars, as the supposed powers of nature. Hero worship, the worship of deceased ancestors, or of heroes.

Witchcraft: The practices of witches; sorcery; enchantments; intercourse with the devil. Power more than natural.

Hatred: Great dislike or aversion; hate; enmity. Hatred is an aversion to evil, and may spring from utter disapprobation, as the hatred of vice or meanness; or it may spring from offenses or injuries done by fellow men, or from envy or jealousy, in which case it is usually accompanied with malevolence or malignity. Extreme hatred is abhorrence or detestation.

Variance: In law, an alteration of something formerly laid in a writ; or a difference between a declaration and a writ, or the deed on which it is grounded. Any alteration or change of condition. Difference that produces dispute or controversy; disagreement; dissension; discord. A mere variance may become a war. Without a spirit of condescension, there will be an everlasting variance.

Emulations: The act of attempting to equal or excel in qualities or actions; rivalry; desire of superiority, attended with effort to attain to it; generally in a good sense, or an attempt to equal or excel others in that which is praise-worthy, without the desire of depressing others. Contest; contention; strife; competition; rivalry accompanied with a desire of depressing another.

Wrath: Violent anger; vehement exasperation; indignation;

Strife: Exertion or contention for superiority; contest of emulation, either by intellectual or physical efforts. Strife may be carried on between students or between mechanics. Contention in anger or enmity; contest; struggle for victory; quarrel or war.

Seditions: The sense of this word is the contrary of that which is naturally deducible from sedo, or sedeo, denoting a rising or raging, rather than an appeasing. But to setis really to throw down, to drive, and sedition may be a setting or rushing together. A factious commotion of the people, a tumultuous assembly of men rising in opposition to law or the administration of justice, and in disturbance of the public peace.

Heresies: From a Greek word signifying (1) a choice, (2) the opinion chosen, and (3) the sect holding the opinion. Paul ranks "heresies" with crimes and seditions (Gal. 5:20). This word also denotes divisions or schisms in the church (1 Cor. 11:19). In Titus 3:10 a "heretical person" is one who follows his own self-willed "questions," and who is to be avoided. Heresies thus came to signify self-chosen doctrines not emanating from YAHUAH (2 Pet. 2:1).

Envyings: Feeling uneasiness at the superior condition and happiness of another. Mortification experienced at the supposed prosperity and happiness of another.

Murders: The act of unlawfully killing a human being with premeditated malice, by a person of sound mind. To constitute murder in law, the person killing another must be of sound mind or in possession of his reason, and the act must be done with malice prepense, aforethought or premeditated; but malice may be implied, as well as express.

Drunkenness: Intoxication; inebriation; a state in which a person is overwhelmed or overpowered with spirituous liquors, so that his reason is disordered, and he reels or staggers in walking.

Drunkenness renders some persons stupid, others gay, others sullen, others furious. Habitually ebriety or intoxication.

Revellings: having a great time, or delighting in something. If you go out to celebrate your graduation and you are drinking, partying and having a great time, this is an example of when you are revelling. Excessive and boisterous intemperance and lustful indulgence.

And such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the Kingdom of YAHUAH.

GALATIYM (GALATIANS) 5:19-21 את CEPHER

WAKE UP YOUR SALVATION IS AT STAKE! And I hope this is not how you are enjoying the abundance of the Earth!

#holdon #ministry #yahuah #yahusha #love #servant #patience #bible #truth

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miyaagis · 3 years

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oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body.

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!”

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.”

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

taglist. @newfriendjen @tsumue @cyb3rbab3 @lets-go-datehoe @kageyamakock @oneholetickler @idiotgu @kageyama-i-want-tobiors

#oikawa x reader smut #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #tw.alcohol #tw.degradation #tw.noncon filming #tw.watersports #tw.mindbreak

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years

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Breakup with your wife, I'm bored (Loki x female reader)

Summary : You want to sleep with Mr.Laufeyson and nothing will stop you from doing so, not even his wife.

Warning : SMUT 18+ , minors please do not interact, Cheating themes (don't like don't read), Porn with a very little plot, Slap kink, mean dom loki, degradation, cheating kink, Dacryphilia, spit kink, slap kink , loki loves his whores

You were sipping on a dirty martini as you looked around, business parties have never really been your thing but you were here for loki. The Loki, Mr. Loki laufeyson, stood few feet away from you, surrounded by a group of his female friends, or that's how he addressed them, deep down they all wanted him "so loki how was the trip to bora bora, your wife is so lucky" one of the woman says to him and he smiles and sips on his drink before he answered "it was amazing and I truly believe that I'm the lucky one, she puts up with me alot" he chuckles and you could feel the jealousy that soared with in his admirers at the mention of his wife. Lucky woman indeed. He's married now but that's not going to stop you. You take out your phone and find his number on it. You type a text and send it to him.

Y/n : Hey there Mr. laufeyson

When his phone pings in his suit pocket, he takes it out and you could see him opening your text. Then you see him typing as his eyes meet yours and you get excited. He can make you wet just by giving you those looks.

Loki : Hi y/n, you know you can join the conversation right?

He quickly sends the text and look at you, a small smile on his lips.

Y/n : I'm fine here, besides what would your new wifey think of that? ;)

You smirk as you sip on your drink and you could feel his eyes on you. He quickly types one more text.

Loki : She doesn't mind that I have female friends, she trusts me to be faithful, but that winky face isn't entirely innocent on your part is it? ;)

You read the text and it makes you blush. What is he doing? Is he really flirting with you right now while his wife is right here.. Over texts? You wanted him since you first laid your eyes on him.

Y/n : what do you think Mr. Laufeyson? Am I being naughty? I have heard about your dominant side in bed, was just wondering if you're actually that rough or it's all just rumours.

You decide to take it a step further and you could see his eyes widening as he read the text. You clearly made him nervous.

Loki : You're a dirty girl aren't you y/n? , tell me, does thinking about fucking a married taken man gets you hot and bothered?

Oh fuck you weren't expecting him to be so bold suddenly, you know he loves his wife and he wouldn't ever hurt her. Loki's eyes raked your body and how sexy you look, he would never cheat on his wife but you're making it so difficult by being like this.

Y/n : Yes daddy, it does make me hot knowing that you want me too even though you're hitched.

Loki: bold of you to assume that, you're such a slut y/n, is this how you are with every married man? Or it's just me making you so wanton ?

His dirty talking is making you so excited, you could feel the wetness starting to pool between your legs.

Y/n : it's not my fault that you decided to tie yourself down, I have always had my eyes on you mr laufeyson, and I could see you looking at me sir, you want me as much as I want you.

You keep your phone inside the clutch and make your way to the bathroom, Hoping he would follow you atleast. When you get inside you fix your face and redo your lipstick, you hear the door opening and you smile. It's him. You have his attention finally. He locks the door and walks over to you and suddenly his hands are in your hair as he pulls them to turn you towards his face.

"I always thought of you a good girl y/n, if I knew you were such a filthy whore for married men I would have made my move" his voice dark and husky, this a dream come true for you. He kisses you hungrily and sloppily and push you down on your knees "I could say the same to you, you're no better if you're cheating on your wife with me" as soon as the word leaves your mouth you feel a stinging slap on your cheek "don't mention her from your filthy mouth y/n, she's my wife, you're nothing but a whore, I'll use you and discard you like nothing happened and you're going to let me do that eagerly right?"

He spits on your face and it drips down from your forehead "that's your worth y/n, you still want to act like you're anything more than a glorified cum rag for me?". To say that you're dripping would be understating what's happening between your legs, he's so mean and that's exactly what you needed from him "noo sir, puhlease use me " you sob and he laughs "that's what I'm here for y/n, you thought i came here to make conversations with you? use that mouth for something good now, suck me" he unzips himself and takes his hard cock out , already leaking precum , he's as aroused and excited about this as you are. You suck him in your mouth and start to bob your head back n forth and that elicits a growly moan from him. You could feel his spit drying on your skin and it makes you feel more dirty. "Look at you, your mouth was made for this, you should be a whore for living y/n, atleast you would get something in return instead of being used just as a cum dumpster"

God his dirty mouth have no limits and you are in love with him just for that, if you weren't already before. He fucks himself in and out of your mouth vigorously, showing no signs of mercy, when he pulls out you're a complete mess. Your mascara is running down your face, your lipstick smudged, your mouth drooling from both sides. "Wanted to see my dominant side right whore, How is this?" He asks you as he rubs his cock on the side of your cheeks "sooo good sir, please I need more, need you in me, waited so long for you" you mumble and sob at the same time and that turns him on even more.

"Oh don't worry y/n I'm going to ruin you tonight for any other man out there" he picks you up instantly and sit you down over the sink, he pulls your dress up and rips your panties off in one quick motion. He doesn't even warm you up, he thrusts inside your wet dripping core in one go "Oh god loki pleasee fuck me" you moan his name loudly almost too loud, you were thankful for the music blaring in the background. "Think your wife is looking for you?, she have no idea you're balls deep in some whore, or she does?" You bite your lips as you speak and that earns you a one more slap "what did I say about mentioning my wife? Are you jealous yn? Well you should be, you'll never be her, you lowly wench, feel this y/n? Engrave it in your memory because no mortal man can ever make you feel like this, your cunt will be ruined after I'm done with you and it will crave me, beg for me, you'll think about my cock inside you every night while I'll spend my nights making love to my beautiful wife" he yells angrily and pulls on your hair "maybe that's what I want sir..maybe I just want to be the whore for your use .. uhh..please sir please let your whore cum, please cum inside me" you beg and he laughs again.

"Are you that desperate for my attention y/n that you would let me breed you? Think that'll earn you a little respect from me? Fuckkk y/n you're the dirtiest whore I have ever been with in my life, should be ashamed for putting up your body for use like that, you're pathetic" he growls as he feels himself getting closer, you're totally ruined and messed up from his nasty words and his rough treatment "cum with me y/n, cum like the cheap whore you wanted to be, cum all over my cock you slut" he commands you and you let go. As soon as he felt your walls clenching around him, he does too. One of the hardest orgasm he have ever had. You don't think you'll be able to stand for a while, your knees feels weak and you almost passed out.

He grabs a napkin and turns the tap on to soak it with water. Then you feel the napkin on your face as he wipes and cleans your messed up face, he is still inside you, still haven't pulled out. "Loki I.."

"Sshhhh, y/n love, let me take care of you okay?" He mumbles softly and kisses your forehead "did so good" he looks right in your eyes, you're still hazy from your orgasm "I am so in love with you mr laufeyson, it's unbelievable" you smile and he kisses you softly "can't say I don't feel the same now can I ? Did you enjoy this as much as I did?" He asks, worried weather he went too far with his nastiness.

"Are you kidding me ? It was the best thing ever" you giggle adorably and he kissed you again. "How could you be like this and be so filthy at the same time" he smiles and you shrugg " You ripped my panties" you pout at the sight of your shredded panties.

"I'll buy you 10 more okay?" He pulls out of you and you see his cum seeping out of your well fucked pussy. "Mmm can we do this again mr laufeyson?" You bite your lips and wink.

"Anytime, my lovely wifey"

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Now read it again ;)

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Devil’s Mark

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: TW! Dubcon if you squint, toxic shit, filthy smut, mean!Bucky, rough oral (M receiving), rimming (M receiving), rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, Bucky marking you with a cigarette burn, MINORS DNI I BEG OF YOU

A/N: So this happened lmfao again, this is not to romanticize T*mmy L*e! I don’t care for him tbh, Seb’s tats and piercings were merely inspos for Rockstar!Bucky. Also, this piece sucks because it’s just idk, rushed and filthy and all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system so I can go back to my other WIPs lmfao

Also Rockstar!Bucky’s theme is Nine Inch Nails’ Closer sjcnkjsnakcs and please, he doesn’t have a goatee in this lmfao that fucking goatee ain’t working for me

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

When you accepted the temp job as a runner for a certain rockstar's concert, you'd expected to follow the orders of the staff— bring some equipment to the other side of the venue, fix the lights over there, clean the microphones, buy them coffee— you know, the usual.

You did end up following orders, except that it involved taking the star of the show's cock down your throat.

Bucky Barnes was the epitome of a rockstar with his kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed skin and piercings in unimaginable parts of his body. He smelled like smoke and leather, tasted like sex, sin and regret.

This was something you weren't supposed to do, hell, you'd never done something like this. At least, not with someone whom you just met a couple of minutes ago. But good god, there was something so irresistible about Bucky that made you say yes to him almost immediately.

Maybe it was the thrill of doing something that your mother warned you about, or the way Bucky looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he'd seen. Or was it his voice and how it sounded velvety-smooth yet rough around the edges whenever he praised you for being his good girl?

Perhaps it was Bucky's entire existence that made you want to desecrate your own image.

"Just like that. Doin' so good for me, sucking my fucking cock like your lollipop. You like how I taste?" Bucky cooed as he sat on the couch, eyes watching you as you kneeled in between his leather clad knees with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

You hummed and gripped his knees, hollowing your cheeks as Bucky's hands held your head to keep you in place. He grunted and threw his head back when you slid lower, doing your best to relax your jaw so you can take him further than you'd ever taken someone before.

"Fuckin' hell, sugar." Bucky groaned and violently pushed your head down, making you choke on his cock.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen when he forced you to stay in place. You could feel his cock pulsate against your throat, making you gag on it continuously. Your hands began to hit Bucky's thighs when he refused to let you go, your heart hammering against your chest as you panicked at the feeling of losing all the air in your lungs.

Bucky darkly chuckled, ignoring your actions. "Breathe through your nose, sugar. You can do it, c'mon." he cooed.

A mix of your spit and Bucky's cum escaped your mouth, dribbling along your chin down to your top, soaking through the fabric. You tried to follow Bucky's instructions and inhaled through your nose, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you gagged again.

"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" Bucky grunted, finally pulling your head by the hair, allowing you to gasp out for air.

Your cheeks were stained with your tears as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Bucky looked down at you lovingly, his hand tightening around your hair and the other gently caressing your cheek.

"You wanna make me happy, sugar?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

Bucky then harshly gripped your face in his hand, squeezing your face as he tilted your head up so he could bend down and give you a kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and spit but it only spurred you on. The way Bucky was treating you was making you feel things you'd never felt before.

"I need your words, sugar. You wanna make me happy?" he asked again, louder this time.

"Yes, I want to." you said, voice hoarse from having his cock violently shoved down your throat.

Bucky slapped your face before gripping your jaw tightly, "Louder, sugar." he growled.

"Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering when Bucky tapped your cheek while praising you for being so fucking obedient.

You stayed on your knees and watched Bucky as he stood up, pulling his leather pants down further until he was completely naked. Wetness pooled in your panties as you took in the sight of Bucky, wanting him to just use you however he wanted.

To make you feel useful for once.

Bucky sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs as he gripped your neck, tugging you closer to his cock that rested against his tattooed abdomen.

"You wanna make me happy? I want you to fucking eat my ass." he growled and you blinked, not expecting his request.

Bucky noticed the hesitation on your part and leaned forward to kiss you again, this time taking your lower lip in between his teeth and tugging at it harshly until it bled.

"Not gonna ask you twice, sugar." he warned against your lips before leaning back against the couch.

Your trembling hand took his shaft, jerking him off as you bent forward to lick his balls first. Bucky grunted in response, his hips thrusting upwards as you continued to tug at his cock while your mouth proceeded to work on his sack.

A hiss slipped past your lips when Bucky took a fistful of your hair again, tugging you head back and lifting a brow at you.

"Sugar, I know what you're tryna do and that's not what I asked you." he said, gritting through his teeth and just like that, he dragged your head back down in between his legs as he leaned back against the couch.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth when Bucky pushed your face under his balls, his hand reaching down to grip his cock to jerk at it.

"Stick your tongue out, sugar. Make me feel good, you want that, don't you?" Bucky said, keeping your face in between his head.

You were more afraid to disappoint Bucky than your dignity, the feeling of being forced to do things you'd never imagined was making your thighs clench and your cunt weep. It never occurred to you that it was even possible for someone like you to enjoy being treated this way.

All this time you considered yourself holy, someone who couldn't bear to sin even if her life depended on it. And yet here you were, in between Bucky's legs with your tongue flattening against his puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, that's it." Bucky moaned at your first lick.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in Bucky's taste as you stiffened your tongue to prod his tight hole. His scent enveloped your senses, the sound of his hand jerking his cock coated with his own cum joining his grunts and groans that went straight to your core.

If this act was a sin, then why did it feel like heaven to you?

"You enjoy eating my ass, huh? Sugar? Yeah?" Bucky asked, grinning at you proudly as you looked up at him.

Seeing you like that made Bucky feral, lashes fluttering as you kept your innocent gaze on him while half of your face was buried deep in between his ass cheeks.

A saint who was willing to sin just for him.

Bucky pulled back and smiled down at you as you panted, "You ever been fucked?" he asked.

You nodded, letting him know that you've done the deed but never like this, of course. Bucky chuckled and cooed in amusement while letting his knuckles graze your cheekbone.

"I don't think so, sugar. At least, not like how I'm going to fuck you. Gonna ruin you for other men, make you mine and only mine. You gonna let me do that, sweet cheeks? Gonna let me use you however I want?" he asked but as usual, didn't wait for you to utter a single word to proceed.

Not that you were going to deny Bucky that.

He pulled you up to your feet by the arm, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he unzipped your jeans and pulled it down together with your panties. Both your hands were quick to cover your mound from embarrassment, not sure whether Bucky preferred his women bare down there.

"Ah, ah." Bucky tutted, slapping your hands away before cupping your mound, making you jolt backwards at the cold sensation of the rings on his fingers.

"No need to be shy about a little hair down there." he said, dragging his hand upwards to play with the triangular patch of hair covering your mound before pushing you down on the couch.

"Open your legs, sugar. Show me how wet that fucking cunt is." he said.

He knelt down in front of you and almost salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy, so pink and so open as you spread your legs. A tinge of pink painted your cheeks as you watched Bucky nose the insides of your thighs, breathing in your scent while his hand continued to pump his cock.

"God, look at you. Dripping just for me." he moaned and then spit on your pussy, making you gasp out loud.

"I want you to make noise for me, wanna hear you scream my name. Wanna hear you beg for me..." he whispered before finally licking your cunt.

You moaned out loud, wanton and desperate for Bucky to keep going. He ate you out like you were his last meal, it was messy with his spit smearing across your thighs. Bucky was rough with you but god, the sounds he'd make as he lapped up your pussy was borderline obscene. Grunts, groans and muffled praises rang in your ear.

"Ride my face, sugar. Move those hips, smother me with your fuckin' cream. I want your scent on me, wanna smell you when I go onstage." he said and dove back in, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your nearing high.

The surroundings spun around you and suddenly, all you could feel and hear was Bucky. His tongue and teeth on your cunt, his words of encouragement and then you were gone. Letting out a breathy moan when you came, you tried to close your legs but Bucky pinned them down on the couch as he continued to eat you out.

"Keep cumming, I want more. Give me more, sugar. Come on." Bucky urged and added his fingers into the mix.

Your thighs quaked and your clit was burning from how Bucky kept on sucking on it. Patches of your sweat began to soak your top, mixing along with the marks left by your drool and Bucky's cum.

"Bucky, I can't..." you sputtered out, grabbing at his hair and tugging him away.

That earned you a hard slap on your cheek, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was yet again building up within your core.

"Yes you can and you fucking will." he said and started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast until you were crying out again as another wave of orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

You weren't even done riding out your first climax when your second washed over you. And Bucky was relentless and damn insatiable, getting up and sliding his cock into your throbbing cunt.

Your throat went dry with how your moans were slowly transforming into a high-pitched shriek. Bucky was unforgiving as he fucked you, ignoring how your hands were scratching at his forearms in an attempt to escape their grip on your waist. The pleasure was too much, it was borderline painful but it was addicting.

The way Bucky's cock was extending your second orgasm to the point of coaxing out a third was making you delirious.

"You gonna pass out on me, sugar? Can't take my cock that well, huh?" Bucky mocked, his palm tapping your cheek to keep you awake.

You shook your head and tried to speak but couldn't do so. All you could do was whimper and babble like a fucking idiot as Bucky pounded into you. Just as when you were about to explode, his thrusts turned slow and languid, giving you an opportunity to recover.

"You still with me?" he asked with a chuckle, running his fingers through his sweaty locks.

Swallowing, you hummed in response and ignored how your body felt like it was literally on fire. Bucky reached for his leather pants on the ground without pulling his cock out from your cunt. Taking out a cigarette stick and a lighter, he placed the stick in between his lips and lighted it up. He slowly pulled back at the same time he took a drag from his cigarette, the pleasure building up once more as he pushed back into you.

Bucky almost looked ethereal like that with the fluorescent light illuminating behind him, puffs of smoke surrounding his figure as he stood in between your spread legs. His nipple piercings glistening, his tattooed arm flexing when he grabbed the back of your knee, pushing it down onto the couch to further open you up.

"Tell me you're mine to use." he said, nodding his head at you.

"I'm yours to use, Bucky." you whispered.

He smiled a charming smile, almost boyish in charm as opposed to his rugged and rough appearance. And then he sped up his thrusts again, making your toes curl and your fingers ball into fists.

"Yeah, you're mine?" he asked.

You nodded, face scrunching up in pleasure. "Yes, Bucky. All yours. I'm yours, please..." you pleaded.

"Please what, sugar?" he taunted.

"So close, I can't..." you didn't know whether you wanted to cum again or if you wanted him to stop.

Your body was buzzing from overstimulation but Bucky loved it. He loved seeing you like this, wrecked and sobbing. He merely laughed and blew smoke into your face.

"You can, sugar. Gonna make sure you cum again." Bucky growled, snapping his hips in a particular angle that brought you so close to the edge.

"Gonna mark you to make sure no one will want to mess with you." Bucky said, taking his cigarette out from his lips and then pressing it down against the inside of your right thigh.

Your scream was from the combination of pain from the burn and pleasure from your orgasm, making your body tremble on the couch. Your eyes rolled, tears spilling from your eyes and your spit seeping from the corner of your swollen lips.

"That's right, fuck. Milking my fucking cock so well." Bucky grunted followed by a breathy moan when he spilled his seed inside of you without any warning.

Too spent to even realize it, you laid on the couch almost lifelessly when Bucky pulled out and started dressing up as if he didn't just fuck your brains out. It took you a few minutes to return to the right headspace and when you finally came around, Bucky was dressed up in a loose muscle tee and his leather pants.

He walked over to you and bent down to squeeze your face in his hand, eyes glazing over your naked body before he looked back into your half-lidded eyes.

"Goddamn, sugar. Lookit you." he darkly chuckled before kissing you sloppily.

And then just like that, he was out of the dressing room. You looked down at yourself, naked from the waist below and flinched at the cigarette burn on the inside of your thigh. The ache was tolerable now, your intense pleasure masking its pain when Bucky pressed it against your flesh.

The burn was in stark contrast to your skin tone. It stood out, haunting you and reminding you that you sold your soul to a devil on earth— the devil's mark.

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viviennelamb · 2 years

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Organized - A Poem

by Happy Now Olivia!

Organized

It’s easy for Satan and His Organized Billionaires of Depravity to acquire armies of ignorant men and hordes of evil men, but it’s very hard for God to amass His Battalions of Noble Souls for few are ever willing to labor for the real fruit of Divine Union.

Satan thrives in the filth of filthy minds and in the taint of tainted hearts. While the soul asphyxiates in the hypoxic environment of wanton Godlessness.

And Satan has his pick of egotist fools, for man in his self-righteous arrogance thinks nothing of wallowing in the sewers of lust, thinking he will not catch The Karmic Diseases of Sexual Degradation and the invariable plague-punishments that come from breaking The Basic Moral Laws of The Divine Cosmos,

for Creation is Divine, and it has but one purpose—your return to God-Consciousness, for however long you choose to waste away in delusion, disease, death (and perpetual sorrow).

But first, you must prove mastery of quite a slew of divine qualities including, and in no particular order of importance (for all must be mastered to get even an immortal whiff of The Fragrance of Divinity): loyalty, steadfastness, fearlessness, self-discipline, humility, and among the many rest—purity.

The Kingdom of God does not come to bible thumpers and Churchianity Robots, much less to unthinking doctrine zombies of any man-degraded religion,

it comes to The Extraordinary Devotees who have made themselves extraordinary in their unconditional love for God, and the immaculate purity of their consciousness by their daily effort to commune with God in real meditation, and by their committed effort to live as a child of God in every breath, in every minute of every hour.

It’s true that it will be a cold day in karmic hell before The Wicked ever see God, but it’s also true that Mediocre Believers never see God either.

Going to “church,” or belonging to a “congregation,” or believing two thousand years of soul-repulsive papal indoctrination doesn’t make anyone a Christ-ian,

real communion with God as His Christ-Consciousness immanent and omnipresent in all creation makes a Christ-ian and a Christ out of anyone willing to work and “die daily” for conscious, immortal perception of The Most High.

Spare me your sex-degraded, dogma-dysentery, your total lack of scriptural inner-intuitive direct-understanding, and your loud ego-bloated un-Realized opinions, for I promise you I did not come here to listen to, much less coddle ignorant brat-believers.

Learn To Be Still (in wholly scientific meditation) and know you’re a child of God, and learn to behave and act like a Christ (every night and day) ‘cause I also promise you that in this desolate and self-centered nightmare of earthly mortal existence, no one but God and His Self-Made Sages & Saints actually cares for the suffering of your heart and “the salvation of your soul.”

But the first requirement for “eternal salvation,” or “transcendental ascension,” or “blissful nirvana,” or the highest samadhi is that you care,

care enough for your own redemption (and happiness) to give God a sincere and agonizing soul-call, for which the holy answer is a True Teaching from a True God-Sent Avatar, which for This Godless Dark Age are The Holy Teachings of The Royal Science of Divine Union by The Lord Paramahansa Yogananda as purely-preserved and given through His only official channels, Self-Realization Fellowship and Yogoda Satanga Society of India—and of course, directly by Him in omnipresence to the devoted and soul-attuned devotee willing to take His discipline and able to feel His love and guidance.

The guidance of a True Guru who is one with God transcends space and time, and all the limitations of material creation, meaning that a True Guru will guide the devotee towards liberation for as many lifetimes as it takes.

Fake devotees are led to fake teachings, shallow devotees are led to shallow religions, cultish followers of men are led to cults, half-hearted devotees are led to mediocre ritual-driven practices, only true devotees are led to God by God. That’s The Law. The Straight & Narrow Way is not for Clockwork Churchgoers, Scriptural Parrots, or Religious Intellectuals—it’s for Real Lovers of God.

God said through Hosea, “Therefore have I hewed them by the prophets; I have slain them by the words of my mouth: and thy judgments are as the light that goeth forth.” He did not say, “Evil will go unchecked and be allowed to proliferate with impunity…My Greatest Immaculate Warrior Saints are retired from active duty…ooops, sorry.”

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insufferablelust · 3 years

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Cockwarming Don Reid with his men in the next room

Warning : Cockwarming, mob boss! Spencer, Mean dom!spencer, mention of killing, degrading name calling, filthy.. so fucking filthy, exhibitionism, literally almost fucking in front of people, mention of sub space, d/s theme obviously, and yeah.. 18+ please.

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“Princess, come here.” Spencer pat his lap with a burning gaze directed to the cute little thing sat ontop of his office couch like a queen. Work days usually means no playing around, for Y/N it’s one of those days where she’d usually spend at her apartment doing her tasks or paint something for the young don.

But on rare occasions such this, where all the workload of responsibilities upon responsibilities piled on his shoulder, he’d bring her in, he’d tell her to sit all pretty, and continue to study unless daddy calls and that’s exactly she has been doing for hours now, sketching the wooden figurine on his shelf with her legs up the table and her back rests against the couch. She looks prettier than usual he thought, not that his butterfly never look anything less than amazing but she just radiates that softness, that gentle and tender touch which he often depraved himself of— being in the mob especially as the leader, he has to be on the rough rugged edge all the time, he cannot be tender and soft but he can certainly have you as his own personal reminder that not all things in life is as bad as what he has seen.

Y/N, the darling butterfly happily obliged as she stood up after placing her sketchbook down the table and make her way to where he sits on the large chair— colored burgundy red. The soft knitted knee high socks that clad her feet anxiously drags her to the edge of his desk with her fingers fumbling on the hem of her flower dress, no matter where and when, or how and why— he always intimidates her in ways that seemed to flutter her insides with pure wanton yet desirable lust, all for him.

Encased in a black suit, he sat up straight as he holds her hips before placing her down atop his lap with her back against his front, his perfect little princess. “Dressed so prettily for daddy. Haven’t seen this one before pet, did you buy them just to impress me hm?” if it were any other man, talking to you like you owe them you would flip their asses off and beat them to pulp— but when he says it, demands it, caress your soul with it— you couldn’t refuse nor deny.. not that you would ever want to anyway because yes, yes you did buy them to impress him, to make him as weak as she is for him.

She nodded shyly with a small “yes daddy” before squirming gently ontop of his lap whilst Spencer caress her inner thigh— calloused rough fingers brushing up and down her god glowing skin, intensifying all the tension that builds inside of her. Her skin prickled with heat as he inches his sinful fingertips up up up creeping upon her clothed dripping wet cunt, causing her to mewl lowly in frustration, grinding her ass back against his growing crotch.

“Daddy has so many things today pet, so many fucking things to keep you happy, to buy dresses like this one.” He whispered onto your ear, his lips pressing against your temple with his curls gazes against your heating cheek as you nod and shut your eyes tight— feeling his knuckles graze right against your clothed aching swollen clit, making you buck up your hips as he laughs behind you, chest rumbling with triumph.

“Jesus petal, haven’t done anything and you’re soaking my pants already? are you always this needy? fucking hell.” He shook his head as he keep on laughing condescendingly, whilst you writhed and squirm on his lap, your face nudging against his neck. “Please d-daddy..” Oh how he loves your mewls, your sweet sweet moans just sent all the blood from his head rushing down toward his cock— making him all dizzy and dying to feel your clutching heat.

“Shh you want Morgan to hear you, is that it? want my men to hear your filthy moans, bunny?” His words sent tingles up your spine, through your bloodstream as his fingers skillfully tear your panties apart, with you gasping— eyes as glassy as ever and mind absolutely mush with tension and pleasure. “Daddy asked you a question.” He growled, before slapping your bare wet soaking cunt few times which you respond with loud cries and squirm on his lap.

“Sorry daddy! f— please i... oh mmh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel his thumb grazing innocently to your little nub of pleasure numbing nerves, flicking his thumb up and down it focusing on the rhythm as he might as well play you like his favorite instrument. “All needy and you can’t even get a proper word out, such a mindless baby.” He scoffed before slapping right on your clit multiple times.

“Ah! Ah oh! daddy!” You screamed, having no care in the world if his men heard— you knew in the back of your mind that they heard and that alone sends a new surge of adrenaline throughout your body, leaving you pliant and in need for daddy— daddy’s cock, fingers, anything just anything. “Here’s what you’re going to do, pup. You’re going to keep daddy’s cock warm whilst i do my job, if you behave like a good little girl then i’ll let you cum, but if you decided to think with your cunt and move i swear to god i’ll edge you six fuckin ways to sunday, you hear me?” You felt him fumbling with his zipper as he took his cock out, with you whining— babbling ‘yes yes yes daddy’ against his skin, eyes all droopy and fucked with your neatly applied mascara drip down your cheeks.

“Up you go pet, slide daddy in.” You shakily stand, bunching the hem of your dress on your hips before you straddled his thigh and looks down to get ahold the base of his well endowed cock— pulsing with need and heat. “Fuck, go on.” He urged you as he grab ahold of your hips before you lined him up with your sopping wet entrance and sink down slowly— down his massive throbbing length that has you moaning, panting.

“You can do better than that slut”

Smack!

“N-no! daddy please help! please i— ungh you’re too big!” You shook your head as you tried and tried to take him, all of him but everytime you sink another inch— your body felt like it’s been penetrated into a whole new level as if it hadn’t this morning or the night before, “Fucking helpless baby, look at you, pathetic and needy.” He growled before thrusting up inside you at once, forcing his thick length to slip fully inside your pumping dripping heat causing you both to moan out.

“Oh! oh mmh daddy.. shit..” You felt him deep, deep deep inside you, the tip of him grazing against your spot oh so deliciously, whilst you pant and convulse against him, clutching his cock like a vice. “Perfect little cunt, such a perfect doll for me.”

—

You’re convinced that if god was real, at this moment god must hate you for existing, must hate you so much that the universe sent you this adonis of a man to torture and blur the line of sanity and lunacy for you, torment your pleasure in mockery and sarcasm of how he stayed calm with you perched on his godly lap, panting like a puppy in heat as his thick length penetrated your insides as if it belongs there— forcing every bit of your self control over the teetering edge. You’re loosing your mind, that you’re sure of.

It has been no longer than 30 minutes but your toes have curled and uncurled themselves for eternity, your walls grew slicker and slicker each time he ‘shift’ accidentally, as you mewl and bit the skin on his neck, by the last minute of the long 30– you were trembling in order to resist yourself not to move, for the last bit of your working mind still recognized how severe the punishment would be if you were to move, the don is not one to fuck around with— oops.

Just as he stretches his hand, the knock of the door sent you into a spiraling mess, looking up to Spencer with wide eyes— all glassy and doe as you shook your head, “Daddy, d-daddy n-no..” Shivers runs deep and thrumming lively on your bloodstream as you saw his devilish handsome smirk.

“Be good and quiet, pup.” He whispers

“N-no! no daddy please! i—“

“Come in.” The sound of his voice and door cracking open has you shutting your eyes as tight as you could, face buried on the crook of his neck as he grips onto your thigh. You took a peek at the tall standing figure on the middle of his office, recognizing so clearly that it’s in fact Hotch not only that Emily and Morgan were also present, fuck— you’re fucked as you clenched hard causing the don to hiss and slap your thigh.

“What did i tell you about behaving hm? are you going to behave or should i let them deliver your punishment for you little one?” He growled in your ear, making you let out a pitiful whimper, trying as best as you could to resist the need to look at your patrons and to stay still. “No please, i’ll behave.” you muttered meekly, panting at the raging burning release that has been coiling inside your body.

“No please what? you know better, minx.” He shook his head before grasping your neck with his palm as he take a look at your messy figure. “No daddy p-please..” you bat your eyelash at him as he went in to kiss your lips with a small ‘good girl’ before getting back to his business.

“What is it?” He muttered coldly, one hand on the whiskey glass that he took a sip off every once in awhile and the other secured tightly around your lower tummy— you knew what he’s doing, the game is clear, you knew he likes to feel how you can feel him inside of you, pressing against your sweet spot and your slick canal tried so hard not to clench at the thought.

“The shipment hasn’t arrived yet to midtown, it supposed to days ago but we just heard from Garcia that the Kingsley’s hadn’t even reached out to her in weeks.” Although confident, you could tell there’s a hint of fear and worrisome latched behind Hotch’s voice, one does not fuck with your dom, one does not absolutely delay the shipment of his drugs— no no those cannot do.

“Have you traced it back to them?” The voice that rumbled against your back was eerily calm and deeper, resisting every urge inside his body to lash out— you know that very well. His fingers tighten and tighten its hold onto the glass which you could clearly see his knuckles turning white, you just hope that the poor glass won’t break.

“Yes don, Walker and Alvez went to their base and it was empty, looks like they left in a hurry.” You could feel it before you even see it, heard it, the way his blood pumps just even faster before a lound cracking of the wood sent fear and adrenaline through everyone’s bloodstream, “I don’t fucking care how many, and who’re you going to kill, but i want that fucking shipment arrived to midtown by dawn or i’ll pluck their own eyes myself.” His voice somehow rise and fell deeper at the same time, rumbling deep inside his chest which send shivers on everyone’s spine as they nod with a small uniformed ‘yes don’ before heading out hurrily— no one questions him, no one dared to speak against him, even if they know they’ll have the bloods of people (though bad) on their hands by nightfall.

His threat lives like a venom that stuck on their throat as they pursued their mission— one don does not get his hand dirty let alone going round plucking some low life mob’s eyes— or the end result could be.. would be catastrophic. These Kingsleys have one hell of a problem heading their way.

and you.. you have one hell of a raging frustratingly mad Mob boss in your hand.

—

Y/N’s head couldn’t even process the whole thing before she screamed in absolute pain when he pulled out harshly and bent her over his desk, knocking his whiskey glass onto the floor, clattering with no care in a world. Your mind begs for you to soothe him, soothe his anger yet your cunt aches and throbs with the need to let him use you— take the anger out to you, and ruin you for eternity. You’re his, and you’re ready.

“Stay fucking still.” Spencer slapped your ass harshly, causing you to jump in the position, your legs curled up for a moment as he gripped your hair tightly and grasp your neck with his unoccupied hand, “You’re going to stay still and be a good cocksleeve for me, i’m going to use you like you’re my toy and i won’t stop unless you say your safeword, got it?” His breath fans over your heated skin as you shake and tremble, your mind fuzzy with needs and mush of pleasure— blurring your absolute senses and submitting yourself fully to the mercy of his hand— his cock.

“Use your words, dumb little slut.” He hissed, choking your neck even tighter, with much force and you cried out, “Yes! yes sir, use me, i.. i’m yours..” just as you muttered out, your walls involuntary clenching at the intrusion of his cock plunging deep deep deep inside of you in one go, making you scream out in absolute pleasure and pain.

Spencer might’ve seen red— but when he delves deep inside of your tight heat, he saw the absolute heaven on earth as he begins to thrust in and out of your cunt in a brutal space, knocking his desk toppers off, and making you mewls and screams.

“Fucking tight little cunt— mine huh? isn’t it fucking mine pup?” He slammed into you over and over again as his balls hit your clit in an antagonizing pleasure whilst you writhe below him, forcing your eyes to stay open with all the power in your body looses control. “Its— mmmh ngh fuck! it’s y-yours sir! yes yes yes!” Your moans filled the entire building but neither of you care as Spencer drove his cock home everytime he sinks inside your tight pussy.

“Being such a good whore, letting me use you as my personal fucktoy, just to let my anger out.” He laughs maniacally, pistoning his hips as you clench your walls tightly to elevate the pleasure for you both, causing the room to tremble as you moan and cries out loud, “ungh yes! yes yes your whore daddy— mmh fuck me!” You could feel all the drool drips down your lips as he fucked you stupid atop of his desk but neither of you care nor have the patience to even pay attention because in his mind— the messier the better.

“Won’t be able to walk for days, pet. Fucking cunt going to drool for me everytime you see all the marks i fucking left on you.” He growled, bringing his palm over your ass before giving it a smack over and over again as your body lunges forward trying to get away with how all the friction is causing you to went into over sensitivity. But being the mean dom that he is, Spencer laughs as he pulled you back towards him by your hips. “Where are you going, bunny?”

“Please p-please let me cum, sir... ah!” You arched your back perfectly when the tip of his finger move down down down to where your swollen sensitive clit was, rubbing quickly in a fast pace just to send you over the edge, testing you, daring the orgasm out of you. “Wanna cum petal? hm wanna make a mess on daddy’s cock?” He whispered, one hand continues to rub your clit as the other focuses on holding you against him whilst his hips drives up deep— so deep that the tip grazes against your cervix.

“mmhh ah uh uh uh!” Your eyes lolled back trying to find a cohorent sentence— anything you can say to him but no matter what you’re trying to say was rendered to sinful moans and cries instead as you were right on the brink, “You can do better than that, c’mon bunny, beg daddy to cum.” he stills for a second, pressing in deep as he slaps your cheeks not once but twice— bringing fresh tears flows from your eyes.

“I.. ungh please daddy please! let me cum! been so good for you, please— want you to fill me up too.. fill your baby up, daddy!” Your high pitched voice rang an alarm through the circuit of his lust and anger laced mind, you’re slipping into your space and you’re slipping fast with your eyes just glazes absolutely flying through the realm of pleasure sensitivity.

“Good girl butterfly, such a good fucking girl, wanna cum? c’mon cum..” He whispered, before thrusting his hips in and out slowly, feeling the bliss of your overly wet and tight cunt engulfing him— milking him to cum inside, “Cum for daddy, princess, that’s it.. ohh... that’s it baby, good girl.” You cried out silently as you cum hard around his cock, muscles clenching so tightly that you sent him to release himself inside of you, thick ropes of cum paints your inside as you both moan and tremble.

“My good girl, shh thats it— best cunt ever.. that’s it, so so good for me.” He whispered softly, backing down to where his chair was pushed aside, bringing you with him before sitting down. You groaned out a loud scratchy, “daddy..” As you feel his cock shifted deeper inside of you, your eyes closed as he holds you and calms you down.

“Shh shh princess, just stay here like this. such a good girl, gonna keep me warm while i wait for them aren’t you?”

Although your cunt practically ache and scream for you to not say yes, your love and lust filled mind fogged with utter desire— just nods whining an agreeable mumble— just for him.

This will be a long long day and even a longer night.

#littlebutterfly #spencer reid smut #insufferableblurb #mgg smut #dom!mgg #dom!spencer #smut #criminal minds smut

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syneilesis · 2 years

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[fic] In this Floating World

In this Floating World

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x Main Character/Reader, Arthur Conan Doyle x Main Character/Reader, Osamu Dazai x Main Character/Reader | M | 1k ao3 link

Because they fall we love them – the cherry blossoms. In this floating world does anything endure? —Ariwara no Narihira

Three men, through love and despair.

A/N:

This is based on the Take Me after Twilight story event, which is happening right now.

For reference, here are their courtesan names: Shirayuki = Vlad Asagiri = Arthur Shiyo = Dazai

i. shirayuki

the days blur into each other, the nights clear as full moon

You once told him that the ocean sunrise was beautiful – the sky aglow with burning embers, reflecting on shimmering water. The world narrowing down into that single moment, the only beating existence that the heart would echo, mirror-sound feeding off each other.

“Like heaven on earth,” you had said.

It made Shirayuki yearn for the ocean more, and he imagined watching the sunrise, waves lapping at his bare feet, sand soft and reassuring underneath. He imagined what it would be like to make love to you in that sunrise, your pliant moans against his heated skin and your half-mast eyes pinned by his as he buried himself deeper inside you, taking and taking and taking everything you could give him and everything you couldn’t.

These days, every room was filled thick with your palpable absence, and the nights were the only times he sought respite, laying with his clients, their wanton cries eventually morphing into your cries, reverberating against the ornately decorated walls. He fucked them with his eyes closed, because it was easier that way – to fool himself into believing it was you he was tangled with, your textured warmth.

In the end, he, too, was lonely without you.

“I’ll see you soon, Shirayuki,” his client whispered, index finger sliding down his cheek and landing on his lower lip. Shirayuki smiled blandly.

In a couple of hours, the sun would ascend over the resplendent Yoshiwara, illuminating its vividly colorful streets, and in that twilit period of emptiness, Shirayuki would sleep, dreaming of the ocean, and of you and him, reunited.

ii. asagiri

penance like a burning ache in my bones

Scrubbing his skin until it was red and raw gave him no solace.

There was a wound festering inside him, bleeding ichor and bile that overflowed until the bitter tang of it clung into the walls of his mouth. No matter how much and how hard he cleaned his entire body the dirty feeling remained like a persistent, miserable lover.

When you came along – all sincere eyes and earnest lips, too pure for this stained and corrupt world – Asagiri thought it prudent to protect you from the brothel owner. Filthy as he was, at the very least he should protect someone untainted like you from the dark cages of Yoshiwara, yes? That way, there’s at least one thing he could do right. To him, freedom was a dream that stayed as a dream, whereas you could still escape.

But then you held his hands – your soft, small hands – and with those sincere eyes and those earnest lips you told him that you loved him. Him! Of all the men in the world – it’s Asagiri, the foul and depraved. Asagiri.

He didn’t know what to do with that. Sometimes, he couldn’t look at you because you radiated so much light he feared you would blind him. Your exuberant optimism, your remarkable empathy, your endless kindness – all bright like an assault to the senses that sometimes he’d even forget the rancid taste in his mouth. You made him forget the wretched things.

And when he forgot, he’d think of other things, equally wretched. For example: what it would be like to kiss you. To pry open those earnest lips and coax a lovely sigh from them. He would pull you into his room and guide you with his hand – you’d be so beautiful splayed over his bed. He would be gentle with his touch, of course, because you deserved it, you deserved all the good things in the world. And then he’d enter you, slow and patient, because the last thing he’d wanted was to hurt you.

“Asagiri,” you said, eyes glassy. “I love you.”

In a few days you would be released from your debt, freedom once again, away from the wicked designs of the owner. There’d be no need to return to Yoshiwara; it was better that way. You’d find happiness elsewhere.

Asagiri swallowed. It tasted sour.

The wound bled more and more.

iii. shiyo

o, death, my dear old friend

Spring meant new beginnings – from the winter-white bleakness and into the first blush of cherry blossoms, the sign of changing seasons. Faces gaining more color, like paintings coming to life. There was a lightness to everyone’s movement, a renewed vigor bouncing in between the way people greeted each other in the busy streets.

Shiyo watched them with little envy, arms perched on the window with his cheek pressed against a closed fist. The conversations below drifted up to his ears, snatches of words and phrases here and there, and he could almost follow their exchanges without having to lean downward.

But he had no interest in the lives of others, who seemed so joyful under the brightly lit walls of Yoshiwara. He had interest in only one thing:

You arrived like spring with your bellchime voice and your starlight eyes. You arrived like spring dancing into the gaggle of a medley chorus. You arrived like spring and bloomed him, unfurling his sickly heart like flowerbud petals, your smile like the first blue, blue sky of the year. You were hope and you were salvation, the only relief to his ill-racked soul.

The only relief to everything, really.

And like spring you gave way to summer, and then to autumn, and, finally, to winter, when all traces of you disappeared as though you weren’t there in the first place, his memories the only testament to your existence.

You told him that you’d wait for him, no matter how long, the love you had for each other fueling your conviction. In his weakest moments, body curled into itself as an aftermath of another episode, Shiyo would fantasize about you. How you’d arch up underneath him, your sighs hot against his ear. How you’d feel soft and luxurious around him, moaning his name over and over, like a prayer from a devoted believer. How you’d crest and fall together like sinners in a pure world.

It should strengthen him, his love for you. But as much as he wanted to endure, his body knew its limits, and it was only a matter of time. Despite all that had happened, Shiyo did not have any regrets.

Spring meant new beginnings, but new beginnings implied the occurrence of a previous death. And eventually this new beginning would also meet its own death, like cherry blossoms blooming and falling.

#fic #Ikemen Vampire #Vlad x Main Character #Vlad x Reader #Arthur Conan Doyle x Main Character #Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader #Osamu Dazai x Main Character #Osamu Dazai x Reader #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire vlad #ikemen vampire arthur x reader #ikemen vampire dazai x reader #ikemen vampire vlad x reader #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp vlad

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Love Conquers All

Pairing: Yandere Nekomata x Kuroo

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Manipulation, Moral Degeneration, Overstimulation, Cock Stepping, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Chastity Cage, Humiliation

Summary: Usually the term “love conquers all” is a positive thing, a beautiful thing. But in the case of Kuroo Tetsurou, it’s a damning thing.

A/N: Thank you for supporting me in this cursed pursuit as always and helping me beta read this chaos @sawamooora

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Life is different after his 18th birthday, after that night with Nekomata. He should feel empowered, older, wiser, more mature now that he’s an adult, especially an adult who’s had his first sexual experience. But all he feels is lost and confused, unsure what to make of that night and he’s flustered, shy, a bumbling mess around his coach, internally cursing himself but unable to do anything about how he’s acting like a silly schoolgirl with a crush around the old man.

Was it wrong to have slept with his coach?

He knows there’s nothing wrong with the act itself, nothing wrong with a relationship between two men. But with his coach? Someone who he’s always seen as a father figure? Someone so much older than him?

But could something so wrong feel that good? Kuroo blushes, biting his lower lip when he remembers the blinding pleasure he had felt that night, something stronger and more intense than any nights spent jacking himself off to photos of pretty girls.

Really, it’s silly for Kuroo to be surprised when Nekomata easily picks up on the new awkward tension between the two of them - despite how hard the messy haired man tries to hide it. But he still jumps, stuttering and fumbling over words when the older man corners him in the equipment room late after practice one night, asking him what’s been bothering him. He’s still trying to muster up an excuse when a rough finger is pressed against his mouth, instantly silencing him and Kuroo flushes at how suddenly close Nekomata is to him.

“Nothing has to change between us, Tetsurou. I don’t expect anything from you if that’s what you’re so worried about. I wouldn’t mind continuing things if that’s what you want, but clearly you need some time to work things out with yourself first. Why don’t you take some time to...explore.”

Stiff with shock, Kuroo mindlessly accepts the plastic bag Nekomata carefully places in his hands, still unmoving even after the older man ruffles his hair fondly before leaving him in the room by himself. But when he finally finds the nerve to open the bag and peek at its contents, he squeaks, trembling hands picking up the bottle of lube and the prostate vibrator before hurriedly dropping it back in the bag and shoving the parcel to the bottom of his sports bag.

The hidden package weighs heavily on his mind, embarrassment and intrigue swirling in a chaotic mess within him as he makes his way back home, taking a shower and freshening up from practice. The pressure of the pouring water soothes him, the steam wafting across his exhausted body relaxes him, and curiosity has his cock twitching as he dries himself off - carefully locking his door behind him before rummaging through his sports bag and pulling out the gifts.

It’s...intimidating to say the least, to do this himself, no guide or encouragement to usher him along. And he feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable as he gets face down, ass up on his own bed, whimpering at the strange feeling of the cool slippery liquid coating his fingers, jolting when he comes in contact with his own tight puckered hole. It feels strange, but in a good way, and before he knows it, he’s panting as he circles his rim, teasing the edge and slowly applying pressure to the center, gasping when his first knuckle finally slips inside of him. Precum oozes from his tip as he groans from how tight his ass clenches and clamps down on just one finger, slowly shoving more and more of the digit in until he bottoms out.

Then it’s all repeated as he works a second finger in, drool dripping from his open mouth as he begins to scissor his fingers, spreading open his passage the way he remembers Nekomata doing that night, cock rocking up and down with every shift of his weight. He feels full, something satisfying and arousing about having his fingers shoved up his own loosened ass. But it’s not enough and tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes as he desperately reaches and searches for that spot inside of him, the one that had wracked him with so much pleasure.

But it’s no good, and the tears stream down his face as he wildy shakes his hips and humps the bed, desperate for the same addicting pleasure he had felt that night. In the midst of his writhing, something digs into his body uncomfortably and he looks for the cause, only to be greeted by the other device Nekomata had provided.

He whines as he pulls his fingers out, feeling empty and spread open, hole fluttering as he liberally applies more lube to the extension of the device that will go inside of him. But he cries out, eyes shooting open, back arching when he inserts the massager inside of him fully, the tip brushing against his prostate, both hands grasping the bed sheets tightly to ground himself.

It feels exactly how he remembers it from that night and he nervously picks up the remote that had come with the vibrator, unsure how much more stimulation he can take. He’s already feeling close to the edge from all of his earlier foreplay and the toy currently nudging and pressing against his sensitive spot. And sure enough, he’s instinctively screaming, furiously burying his face into the bed to muffle his loud cries as the vibrations start, mercilessly assaulting his prostate, and his hand reaches to his leaking throbbing cock, body convulsing and eyes rolling back into his head as he cums all over his hand, his stomach, and the sheets, collapsing in his own mess, lewd moans still being forced past his lips as he scrambles to find the remote that will end his delicious suffering.

He slumps down into the bed, post-coital bliss washing over him. But as the pleasure ebbs away, he grimaces at the stickiness of his cum on his skin, whining in discomfort as he pulls the cold hard toy out of him, curling in on himself as disgust and loneliness replace any pleasure he had felt. And he can’t help but wish someone was there with him right now, mind going back to Nekomata and how he had gently cleaned up Kuroo and held him close after their time together.

Even so, he doesn’t stop using the gifts, finding at least some temporary bliss from the pleasure they provide him, even if the empty loneliness that overwhelms him after each time feels like it’s slowly killing him. And it’s only made worse the more time he spends with Nekomata.

Kuroo’s always been known for being perceptive, but he wonders if he’s now just paranoid when it comes to the older man, swearing that it feels like his eyes are always on him, trailing after him at practice, sweeping over the length of his body and facial features. But he hates how much he enjoys it, hates how he unconsciously flaunts his body even more in front of his coach, hates how his heart soars with all the generous praises Nekomata lavishes upon him these days, hates how he melts into every subtle touch those rough hands gift him with at seemingly every waking moment they’re together.

It only makes him needier and as he furiously pounds his own ass, turns the prostate massager to its highest setting, he imagines Nekomata’s face leering down at him, his voice praising him, telling him how gorgeous and wrecked he looks, his fingers caressing his body.

Nekomata smiles when the usually bold captain hesitantly lingers behind as the rest of the team leaves, patiently waiting for his shy kitten to tentatively make his way towards him on long lean legs, noting how adorable he looks as he fidgets in front of him.

“Can I help you with something, Tetsurou?”

Kuroo is really too predictable for all his reputation as a scheming captain. It was so easy to play him, digging into the praise kink he’d discovered the younger man had, resting his hand on the boy’s head, shoulder, back, subtly brushing the swell of his ass when he passed by. He had been pleasantly surprised by how receptive Kuroo was to all of it, almost kitten-like in the way he instinctively leaned into his touches, peering at him with a twinkle in his eyes with every nice word sent his way and it had taken everything in him not to accost the boy more...aggressively for all his accidental teasing.

But he’s glad he waited, smirking at how hopeful and wanting hazel eyes already look when he pulls him into his lap, letting Kuroo kiss and explore his body all over again, sitting back and letting the eager athlete get his fill. And God, if this isn’t the most beautiful sight in the world, long sinewy limbs wrapped around him, a tight ass clamping down on his cock, Kuroo’s face broken in ecstasy as he desperately bounces on his lap like a wanton whore, chanting his name over and over again.

He almost misses his shy kitten. Almost. But there’s something darkly amusing about what a slut he’s turned the model student into and he has to fight back a chuckle every time he likens the slutty man shaking his hips in front of him to a cat in heat. It becomes routine for the two of them and the last footsteps of the rest of the team are barely out the gym door after practice before needy hands are clinging onto him, a long lean body draped over him, Kuroo’s voice whining and begging for his cock, his cum, his help in making him feel good.

It’s flattering and filthy how content Kuroo looks even with just his pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, how debauched and aroused he gets from being covered in cum, a cute pout on his lips when Nekomata tells him he needs to clean off the sticky white liquid painting his handsome face. But it’s exhausting and Nekomata isn’t in his prime anymore and even if he were in his prime, he’s not sure if he’d be able to keep up with Kuroo’s libido.

Who knew the tall captain would be such a sex-crazed mess? It’s like he was made to be used.

So he gets creative, finding new ways to sate Kuroo’s never ending appetite, leaning back and resting in his office chair as Kuroo writhes on the floor, well as much as he can when his body is bound in a hogtie, ball gag in his mouth to keep his volume manageable, blindfold over his eyes to add to the stimulation as the prostate massager in his ass and the vibrators on his cock and nipples relentlessly buzz and force him into orgasm after orgasm, only releasing him when his body stills aside from uncontrollable twitches here and there, smiling at the boy’s dopey and blissed out face as he hinges on the border of passing out from the torrential pleasure.

But maybe he had spoiled the boy too much and his brows furrow in concern when he’s contacted by Kuroo’s academic teachers about a significant drop in his grades, annoyance flaring inside of him when they tentatively question if maybe he should quit volleyball or at least take it less seriously. After all, it is his third year and he needs to think about college. But he politely reassures them that Kuroo will be just fine juggling sports and academics, that he’s just going through...something at the moment and he’s prepared to interrogate his captain about what this “something” is, sternly and expectantly waiting for Kuroo to come out of the locker room with the rest of the team so he can pull him aside to have a word.

Except Kuroo doesn’t come out even as the rest of the team begins to stretch. Hell, even Kenma is already out on the court and he angrily barks at the team to warm-up as he storms over to see exactly what the hold up is.

For a second he wonders if Kuroo had left, the locker room eerily vacant and quiet, but he spots the captain’s sports bag and snoops around the room. And fury like he’s never felt before crackles through him when he hears the oh so familiar lewd moans and whimpers coming from the bathroom stall in the far corner. If he weren’t in such a foul mood, he might’ve laughed at the high-pitched yelp Kuroo lets out when he pounds on the bathroom door, demanding that he open up. But he only sees red when his captain sheepishly opens the door, shoving the half-naked boy back into the stall and locking it once again behind him as he crosses his arms and glares down at the depraved mess in front of him, noting how three fingers are still shoved in his ass, his other hand wrapped around his leaking and erect cock.

“YOUR team is out there working their ass off and you’re here doing what? Jacking off like an animal with no self-control? Did you know your teachers called me, telling me about your grades dropping? They want you to quit volleyball so you can focus on college applications. Is that what you want? Want to stop playing volleyball? Want to drop out of school? Want to just be a common whore?”

At least the boy has the sense to look ashamed, tears pooling in his eyes as he sniffles and pulls his hands away from himself, placing them by his sides in clenched fists. But it’s not enough and Kuroo wails when Nekomata’s sneaker clad foot steps on his still erect cock, grinding the hard shaft under the heel of his sole.

“Cum then, since you obviously want to so badly. Enjoy it while you can because starting tomorrow, you won’t be able to play with your little cock whenever you want to anymore.”

Kuroo can’t even fathom the threat, not when his mind is delirious with pleasure and humiliation from the front row view of his cock being trampled on by his coach’s shoe, and really, it’s pathetic how quickly he cums, making a mess all over himself and the sneaker still digging into his groin. But he fights the desire to just melt in post-coital bliss, scrambling to lick Nekomata’s shoe clean, as per the older man’s growled orders, frantically nodding his head and wincing at the harsh smack planted on his ass as he passes the old man when he’s told to go to practice and act like the captain that he is.

If Kuroo’s being entirely honest, he had completely forgotten exactly what Nekomata had said to him, too caught up in chasing his happy ending to fully comprehend the punishment in store for him. So it’s a shocking surprise the next day after practice when the older man holds up a tiny baby pink chastity cock cage, and smugly looks on as despair and regret washes over Kuroo’s usually confident features, reveling in how the taller man falls to his knees and begs him not to do this.

“It’s too small! There’s no way my cock will fit in that. It’ll hurt!”

“You give yourself too much credit, Tetsurou. Your little cute thing you call a cock is going to fit just fine in here.”

Nekomata smiles at the way Kuroo flinches upon hearing his degrading words, rolling his eyes as Kuroo tries another tactic, promising him that he’ll behave, that he’ll get his grades back up, that he’ll be a better captain.

“You know how I feel about empty words, Tetsurou. Prove it to me through your actions. When you show me you can get your act back together, I’ll unlock you. It’s as simple as that.”

He raises one eyebrow when the boy’s rebellious bratty side decides to make its appearance, unamused as Kuroo hisses at him like an angry kitten, telling him he doesn’t need to listen to him, that he can’t force him. But he smiles at how docile and quick to quiet the boy is when he just shrugs his shoulders, telling him that he’s never touching him again unless he listens. Nekomata can see the internal struggle in those gorgeous hazel eyes as Kuroo’s pride and his desire for love and intimacy battle for victory.

But love conquers all once again and he fondly smiles as Kuroo shuffles in between his legs, downcast but pliant as Nekomata encases his flaccid cock in the pink cage. He secures the contraption with a click of the padlock attached to the opening, letting Kuroo sadly watch as he hangs the key on a chain around his neck, safely tucking it under the collar of his shirt.

He lightens the mood as he pulls the captain’s body closer to him, teasingly swirling a finger around the boy’s puckered hole.

“Don’t look so sad, Tetsurou. You still have this hole you can use.”

And this time he doesn’t hold back his laughter when Kuroo’s jaw drops open in disbelief and embarrassment.

Although it had been meant as a half joke, Kuroo does try to cum with just his ass, over and over again, desperate for any release he can find even if it more often than not results in him babbling and sobbing in frustration as his cock strains against its confines. Even when he is able to cum, it’s unsatisfying, leaving Kuroo even more needy as he cries from his ruined orgasms, the only proof that he still has a usable cock the strands of sticky semen that drip out from the hole of his pink prison.

Nekomata is quick to take advantage of his protege’s predicament, sneering down at the distraught mess that’s thrashing around on the floor, forced to cum from just his ass over and over again as the prostate massager vibrates against his sensitive insides, cock painfully and futilely straining once again to harden. He ignores Kuroo’s barely coherent pleas for him to unlock him, scowling at the still less than stellar exam he’s holding in his hands before he turns his stern look back to the whining mess on the floor.

“Be grateful I’m even letting you cum at all with these pathetic grades, you stupid slut.”

Kuroo has no choice but to thank the older man, even if he’s far from grateful as Nekomata pounds his ass and paints his insides white, keeping his seed inside the used athlete with a humiliatingly girly butt plug, dazzling with a gem heart on its tapered end.

But while the punishment the older man inflicts upon him in private is bad enough as is, what Kuroo truly fears are the days when he’s performed particularly poorly, when Nekomata is in a fouler mood than usual. And his heart drops when his phone vibrates early in the morning, a terse message for him to come to the gym before school starts displayed on the screen.

Who knew Kuroo Tetsurou was such a cry baby? But he can’t help it as he sobs, fat salty drops trailing down his face while he bends over Nekomata’s desk, forced to accept the gaudy plug being worked into his fluttering ass filled with a fresh load of cum.

He whimpers at the playful smack to his ass, his signal to stand up, and he obediently stays still as Nekomata’s hands teasingly fiddle with both the pink cage at his front and the shiny heart winking from his backhole, making sure both are snugly in place before pulling up the boy’s trousers.

“Maybe you’ll be able to concentrate better with your ass filled. Don’t even think about taking that plug out. Do you understand? You’re going to think this punishment is easy if I don’t see my cum still inside of you after practice today.”

Kuroo wishes he could call the older man out on his bluff, but he knows how serious the threat is. No, not a threat, a promise. He shudders before fervently nodding his head in agreement, unwilling and unable to imagine how much worse his punishment could be or test his coach’s patience.

But it’s not long before he wonders if there could be anything worse than this, gnawing at his lip as every step has the plug moving inside of him, the occasional nudges against his prostate making his cock twitch in interest, only to be uncomfortably reminded of how restrained it is. And sitting is even worse as multiple heads spin around to see where the startling loud gasp came from as Kuroo’s hands clench around his desk, sucking in deep breaths to calm himself as the new position, gravity, and the chair underneath him work together to push the plug even deeper inside of him, the tip relentlessly pressing against his prostate.

He waves off his worried classmates and teachers to the best of his abilities, batting their concerns away with bold faced lies of sore muscles from practice, using every trick in the book to keep himself as relaxed and focused on his classes as possible. But it’s not enough, not nearly enough, and when he finds himself unable to stop his hips and ass from grinding down on the plug inside of him and rocking back and forth as his cock strains against its restraints, he rushes out of the classroom with a strangled excuse of going to the restroom.

It’s pathetic how desperate he is, slamming the bathroom stall closed behind him as he pushes the toilet seat cover down, not wasting any time before he’s seated on top of the filthy thing, weight squarely centered on the plug inside of him as he bounces up and down, trying to find as much friction as he can without actually moving the toy. But it’s no good and before he knows it he’s full out sobbing, loud anguished cries echoing throughout the bathroom as he edges over and over again, unable to find any release, attracting the attention of his classmates who are quick to usher the distressed boy to the nurse’s office.

There he finally finds some peace of mind when he forces himself to sleep, forcing his mind and body to completely shut down as the nurse draws the blinds around his bed, leaving him in his own private white cocoon.

But he can’t sleep forever, can’t escape reality forever, and he blearily blinks as he’s gently shaken awake, only to practically fling himself into Nekomata’s arms when he sees the man at his bedside, incoherently sobbing anew and clinging onto his tormentor and savior. And when the old man successfully signs Kuroo out and reassures the nurse that he can handle things from here, he whisks his poor suffering boy away from prying eyes, cradling his long curled up form and gently praising him for being so good as he pulls out the plug, sharps eyes transfixed on the white trail that begins to slither down toned thighs.

Kuroo’s always been a good student, a fast learner, and Nekomata beams in pride when Kuroo excitedly rushes into his office a few weeks later, a perfect score scrawled on top of his latest exam. He lets the taller man affectionately nuzzle against him and sloppily plant kisses all over his wrinkled face as agile hips grind and hump against him, practically demanding to be freed of the hellish contraption still cruelly denying him.

How can he deny his good boy after he’s behaved so well?

So he pulls the key from under his shirt, chuckling at how Kuroo squirms in his lap in excitement, a sparkling smile on his attractive face when the cage unlocks with a resounding click, panting and trembling as Nekomata slowly strokes his beautiful cock to its full erection.

He lets Kuroo take his time, letting his kitten soak in the sensations of being stimulated from his front and back again as he sensually fucks him, letting Kuroo do most of the work as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth on top of him. The younger man’s hands dig into his shoulders as he takes one of Kuroo’s perky nipples into his mouth and uses one hand to continue stroking the athlete’s cock to completion. He smiles at how giddy and content the boy looks as he lets out a long drawn out moan, cumming all over his aged hands, and he helps him ride out his orgasm as he continues to stroke the messy slick covered shaft, finding his own release as he spills thick spurts inside of the pert ass clenching around his cock.

But his smile takes on a mean sharp edge as Kuroo begins to squirm in discomfort, trying to pull away as overstimulation begins to kick in, only to wail when Nekomata just tightens his grip on the softening cock in his hands, forcing him to stay put and remain close to the older man, confused and pained mewls escaping the younger man as tears prick his eyes.

“You didn’t think we were done already, did you? You’ve been begging me to unlock this cute little thing so much that I figured we should make as much use of it now that it’s free.”

And make use of it he does, taking turns switching hands when they begin to cramp as he relentlessly milks Kuroo of anything he has left in him, cruelly laughing when he cums so much that his orgasms become dry, his cock unable to even fully harden anymore, his body shaking and trembling from exertion.

When people think of Kuroo, they think of his cocky smirk, his confident demeanor, finding something incredibly attractive about the way he holds and presents himself. But Nekomata thinks he’s most beautiful like this, tears, snot, and drool streaming down his face, incoherent lewd noises filling the air as he babbles on and on, torn between moaning and begging him to stop, so weak, so pitiful, completely at his mercy, a mere plaything.

But playtime is over and Nekomata sighs as he looks at the clock on the wall, yawning out of habit when he sees the late hour displayed and he smirks as Kuroo continues chanting “no more, no more, no more” between weak pleasured moans.

“No more, Tetsurou? You sure? But you’ve been so adamant about wanting this. I thought you’d be happier about being unlocked, but I guess we can lock you back up in your pretty little cage if that’s what you really want.”

Maybe he really had overdone it tonight, surprised by how there’s not even a pause as Kuroo frantically nods his head, pleas of “lock me up, please, anything you want, just no more, can’t take it anymore” slipping past his lips.

Well, he asked for it and Nekomata gently locks his spent cock in the cage once again, patting Kuroo on the head as the exhausted boy slumps in his embrace and silently demands to be cared for and cuddled which he supposes is the least he can do after the torment he’s put the man through.

It’s a mental rollercoaster there on out for Kuroo and he can’t tell what’s up or down anymore, doesn’t know what he wants anymore as he alternates between begging to be unlocked and crying for his cock to be locked away if it means he can take a break from the painful pleasure he's constantly drowned in. And he just sobs harder when Nekomata shakes his head at him in exasperation, mocking him for never knowing what he wants, for always changing his mind, all the while coaxing more and more pleasure out of Kuroo’s exhausted body, breaking down any defiance or internal safeguards he has in place with every touch until all Kuroo wants is whatever relief and pleasure he can provide him, existing to keep the older man happy by any means possible if it means that he’ll be nice to Kuroo.

And despite the tears, the confusion, the humiliation, it’s worth it, Kuroo thinks, when he’s being wrapped in warm arms and held to a cushy body, practically purring at the litany of praises Nekomata showers him with as he caresses and cleans the messy boy after yet another session together.

But he blinks back to attention when Nekomata begins speaking.

“Tetsurou, aren’t you tired of your fickle desires and always chasing after short-term pleasure? Don’t I always make you feel better? Give me total control of your body, when you get to cum, when you get to use your cute hole, when you get to use your adorable little cock and I’ll make sure you always feel good, okay? You might be a man now, but you’re still too young and inexperienced to know what you want. Trust me. After all, I have decades of experience on you.”

And suddenly he’s alert, lean frame tensing and eyes snapping wide open at the implication of his words.

“But-but, you already decide all of that for me! What more do you want?"

Nekomata chuckles, coaxing the apprehensive man back into his arms, gently stroking Kuroo’s back just the way he knows he likes, smiling when the boy instinctively relaxes, melting into his touch.

“That’s true, isn’t it? But from now on, no more begging for more or crying for me to stop. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful for it. It’s not about what you want. It’s about what I want, what I think is best for you.”

He softens his tone when he sees the uncertainty swirling in those feline eyes, pressing his forehead against Kuroo’s messy bed hair.

“You know I only want what’s best for you, right? You know I love you, right? I just hate seeing you so desperate and in tears all the time. Why don’t you let your pretty little head be free of all those worries? I’ll take care of you. Doesn’t that sound good?”

It- it does sound good. To not have to worry. To be loved. To be cared for. And Kuroo absentmindedly nods his head, nuzzling his face into Nekomata’s chest, long limbs reaching to further wrap and hold the older man closer to him, ignorant of the dark triumphant smirk spreading across his coach’s face, ignorant of how he’s sold his soul to the devil.

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