#breaking the vicious circle

[weirdlookindog]

Remedios Varo (1908–1963) - Rompiendo el Circulo Vicioso (Breaking the Vicious Circle)

[diogoatjota]

WE SURVIVED THE FIRST HALF

[skybluekoneko]

I'm so full of anger. I just want to cry or scream or break everything in my vicinity. I guess the anger is mainly frustration deep down, but that doesn't change the fact that I feel so hateful towards myself and the entire world.

[tonycries]

TALKIN' BOOODY!

Synopsis. The one thing he won’t survive? Your ovuIation.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, MARATHONS, cervíx kíssing, dúmbification, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, bréeding, creampíes, true form Sukuna, dp, talking you through it, jeaIous s (Sukuna), cúmplay, cúmming dry, use of powers, spítting, chokíng, matíng presses, p talking, p sIapping, reader ovuIates, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Love Machine.

Toji Fushiguro never thought he’d meet his match - he never thought he’d end up like this. 

Toned chest panting - heaving - in pathetic huffs and puffs, muscular thighs quivering with every second he folded you like a lawnchair into such a mean standing nelson. It’s all he can do to snarl out mere husked gurgles, “O-ovulation? Hah- five rounds n’ you still think she’s a match against me, doll?”

Lies. And both of you knew it.

The man himself can only watch through hooded eyes when you’re squirming your greedy hips back and forth for more more more- “But Toooji– when m’ovulating I really want a hah...a baby.” 

Oh.

Oh.

And Toji doesn’t know whether it’s your words or the mere sultry sound of your voice that makes his tall, powerful body shiver. 

“So what?” He’s spitting through clenched teeth, you yelp when Toji wastes no time jostling you into such a pliable position against his glissading abs. Big, beefy biceps flexing when he smears your thighs widely agape, “Then m’just gonna give ya a baby, ma.”

But fuck, is Toji cursing back his words the very moment his geysering divot slides past your spongy cervix and probes a deep indent right against the door to your womb. 

Because you feel so unfairly good - so scorching hot n’ melty all around him - that he can’t help but furrow his sweat-slicked brows and pump his hips vulgarly sloppier into yours. Faster. Harder. 

He oh-so-badly wants to cum. Needs to prove it.

But the way his feverish skin breaks out in another sweaty varnish, the way his overused cock twinges with overstimulation leave him wondering if he still can. Parting his mazing length past all the ribbony excess of seed from earlier tonight to milk himself fucking dry if he has to.

“Gonna b-be eating your words.” He’s seething cockily, heftily bloated tip blushing the exact same strawberry-pink shade as his pretty flush right now. “Swear m’gonna make ya- oh god.”

And whatever sentence rambling pussydrunkenly off of Toji’s filthy tongue never sees the light of day - because what he sees makes his throat tighten. 

Dipping down one fat thumb of his to circle the cream-topped peak of your sensitive clit, Toji pries apart your adhesive-like walls until he can take a long, hard look at the way your slippery entrance was swallowing every solid inch of him.

“Look at you.” He’s murmuring out, and your heart stutters at the primal adoration that laces his words. Round, padded fingertips pap! pap! papping! the edge of your throbbing clit until steady globs of cum from just before slip out of your needy entrance. “Got s-so much you’re overspilling n’ you still want more.”

You’re craning your head to look up at him, lashes fluttering following each of his vicious rams. “Can’t help it- I just feel so…”

You don’t have to talk - because your slobbering cunt does all of it for you.

A resounding squelch! ringing into your ears and all across Toji’s cottony mind in an utterly sensual manner. 

“Damn, girl-” you hear from above you. And he wastes no time slathering those bulky digits in a saccharine coating of all your sap, “-n’ I thought hngh- you were needy. Turns out this cute cunt is a fuckin’ diiirty girl.”

But, of course, who was Toji Fushiguro to not give you anything and everything you wanted? You were his girl, after all - and your eyes widen when those very same drippingly wet fingers are pushed between your sodden folds with a waterlogged fwop!

“S’this ‘nough for my ovulating girl?” Toji’s rolling his willowy eyes, hasty streaks of sweat running down the side of his face. “Speak up- ”

“Yes- fuck!” You’re clawing your nails down his firm forearms to rake red, red lines that match his puffed-up veins. Thumping hotly against your skin to the same ba-dump–! as the ones on his girthy shaft, grazing your clingy walls and molding them out generously to his size. “Need you to cum in m-me Toji– need it-”

Fuck- Toji’s knees weaken precariously at your words. Hollowed breaths coming out infinitely more strained, “Where- where do you want me?”

He thinks he’s going fucking insane. 

But of course, you’re showing it all off for him. Of course, you’re letting your index drag from the middle of your tummy to secure right where he was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. Just millimeters away from where the rotund bulge of his crownhead was pressing innocent pecks on your womb-

“Here.”

And when Toji cums he’s losing all strength - he’s out of control. “Fine- fine. But you’re takin’ every l-last drop- fuck! Everythin’ because you b-better make me a hngh- daddy all over again, doll.” 

Not even every ounce of superhuman strength from his heavenly restriction could keep him standing upright. Hunching over into your body, you feel like you’re being crushed- you are.

Gasping at the faint pop! of your poor joints once Toji’s letting himself droop languidly down onto his knees on the hardwood floor. Close. 

He’s burning so hot, and you eagerly inhale his sweet, cinnamony cologne. Laddered bumps of his abs meshing and melding into your back, his tightly clamped chin rests on the crook of your neck. 

“Mercy-” He’s muttering through clouded pants against your ear, vision flashing white behind his heavy lids. And the moment your gluey walls grip onto around his sensitive slit he thinks he sees heaven. Toji doesn’t think he’s had an orgasm like this in his entire life. “Mercy.”

You’re tangling up a few fingers to scrape along his scalp, parting Toji’s glossy black bangs - and you swear you hear his throat curdle, frantically biting down a hoarse whimper. 

Bulbous head bludgeoning into your forbidden spots and twitching up angrily, every sopping smack against your deepest depths only leave your mouth watering. 

You grind your hips down with a mewl, thighs aching to meet his strained cadence and draw out those tiny, sweltering hot spatters of milky cum. More. Where- 

But Toji’s eyes snap open- fuck! All it takes is one strong arm to hold your entire weight up easily when he darts down an urgent hand to curl dexterously around his hefty girth. Squeezing, tugging- “Fucking- cumming dry? Fuck-”

It can’t be.

Shit, it can’t be.

But a lazy few grazes of his sensitive cock inside your raw cunt helps him find…nothing. Not even a few wiry wisps of splattered seed. Furiously working his fingers up n’ down up n’ down your teary slit, trying to feel for another fresh lather of cum. For that familiar sloshing mess of buttery white- because Toji has never cum dry. Never. 

He’s swatting your puffed-up clit as if it was your fault all he could muster up was a singular dabbing bead of ivory. 

And as Toji watches that surprised glint in your eyes transform into something darker, something…filthier, he knows he can do nothing else but gulp. Chubby balls perking up with a mocking little twitch-

“M’not making it out a-alive, huh?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Ge-ge-genius

“And according to the agenda, we’ll be discuss- fuck-”

It didn’t matter if Nanami was working. It didn’t matter if he had some stupid meeting for tomorrow. 

No- right now the only thing that mattered was that, according to his tracker, his lovely wife was ovulating - and of course, Nanami had to be there as a good husband to…help.

“-discussing the- oh- my love.” You’re sure that you knock over much more than a few important papers when you’re eagerly straddling him at his cool office chair. Looking up at you through blond, curtained lashes, “Still needy, huh?”

The only answer he gets are your greedy hands rovering all over his unbuttoned front. Perking a thumb over one of his bubblegum pink nipples, squeezing ravenously at his toned abs. All the way down until you’re hooking a finger underneath the shirt garter around his muscular thigh to snap!

“Fuck- m’here- m’here, I promise.” He’s massaging all down your perfectly arched spine, planting a slow, lecherous drag of his leaky divot across your spongy cervix. Drawing a goopy line that makes you squirm, “You want some of this, don’t you?”

Nodding and nodding, “Yeah- s-sorry I just need it so hngh- bad right now, Kento.”

“Nothing to apologize for, darling. M’glad to know my girl is ovulating n’ healthy.” Nanami leans back, and you can practically feel the sleazy up and down of his seductive eyes. He’s tilting his head ever-so-slightly, “Why don’tcha use my fucking cock like a good little wife then, hm? Let Kento here get some work done while you haaah- take care of that pretty pussy like a big girl- s’that alright?”

Fuck- you’d take anything you could get at this point. You just needed him.

And Nanami wasn’t serious about looking over some useless documents while you shuffled your hips to milk his every inch. Truly, you were his first priority after all.

But when you gave into his little teases oh-so-easily and looked at him like that- well, how could a man say no?

It’s like you were trying to get him pussydrunk, your sappy folds extra sticky against his toned front. Letting out the cutest of whimpers every time the fleshy mounds of your ass hit his belt buckle with a loud plap! 

Fuck.

Fuck, why did he say that he had work to get done in the first place?

Because now Nanami’s left clutching a crinkled document in one hand, the other soothing down your back as you crane yourself over and give his bumpy Adam’s apple a thorough suck. 

“R-right- the proposal of this project has been m-moved-” He was rereading the same sentence over and over and over. Watching your gyrating motions, alternating between vulgarly deep strokes inside and swivelling grinds to scratch your plump clit against his neat tufts of tawny blond. “...has been moved a-according to the ngh-”

“It- it feels so goood-” Your breath hitches with every cry, every thick drag of his pre-topped mushroom tip plundering your sweetest orifices. Nanami didn’t even have to try with that right-leaning curve of his, every battering bounce had you seeing stars. “-you f-feel so hngh- good, Ken. Wan’ you inside forever.”

Eyes widening a mere sultry fraction, his voice is so breathy. “Fuck.” 

“Focus on your work. You’re smart, baby–” You knew what you were doing - you were always such a minx during ovulation.

“Mhm, not like I’ve got a hngh- distraction.” A very welcome distraction that was currently toying with his haphazard tie, tugging and pulling until Nanami felt lightheaded with just how close he was to you. “A real pretty…” Curving up a thumb to swab up your sappy streaks of slick, it makes your pussy let out the nastiest squelch! “-real loud distraction.”

But, of course, that wasn’t going to stop you.

No. In fact, it’s as if your cadence gets even impossibly sloppier - a hard, fast papping of your hips that makes Nanami’s brows furrow.

“-and the client has r-requested that-” He’s hissing, a snarling smile ever-growing on his hips when your gluey walls cling onto him even tighter the moment he manages to get enough coherent syllables out. “-that we halt-”

A pen that’d been clutched in his hand - when had he even picked that up? - clatters onto the floor when you rake your hands to brush his aching, plump balls. But he barely even hears the commotion over those ringing slurps slurred out of your sloppy cunt.

“F-feeling handsy today, aren’t we?” He was tutting such nonsense at this point, glassy eyes trailing away from that important document in his hands and instead watching the heavenly sight that was you.

You, with your mouth spilling with whines upon whines every time he’s jerking his hips up in a rough ram. Such voluminous piles of buttery pre swashing around your insides forcing Nanami’s words to end up nothing but a ball of lead in his throat.

You’re noting the way his recitation has quieted down, doughy pads of your fingers still massaging where he was most sensitive. Humming, “S’everything alright- hck! Kento?”

And before you can say a word - before you can even blink - those particular meeting notes of his are thrown about halfway across Nanami’s decadent office.

Hands flying to you - everywhere, anywhere. Wrenching off Nanami’s speckled tie to loop them around your wrists and behind your back - tying you. Trapping you as he finishes off a knot.

Such a crazed look smeared all over his face when he’s lacing his now-free hands on top of the sweat-dampened crown of your head and pushing. 

Because you might have been driving him crazy with that depraved, rolling cadence of yours - but when Nanami fucked, he fucked mean. Holding down by your restrained arms to to warm his girthy cock, massaging his ridged veins along your resinous channel with a harsh thrust.

And yet it’s the perfect angle for a direct jackhammer into that magical area of your g-spot. He holds you captive until you’re being bruised with the perfect circular sphere of his inflated tip, until you can only throw your head back and cum.

You’re shuddering, “Cumming- ngh! M’cumming, Ken–” The sparks of white and red behind your shuttered lids are blissful, it’s like you’re crashing right into heaven.

“You got it, you got it-” Nanami’s bouncing his powerful knees to fuck you through your high, dragging his tight, cum-filled balls along the perk of your ass. He’s so large, letting you use him as you pleased. “Your Kento’s here, m’here so hah- gimme a kiss, please?”

Ever the gentleman.

It’s on autopilot when you do - you can’t even control the way your maw falls parted to make it such a slobbery mess. But your husband was far from complaining - “Good- good. Now spit in my mouth.”

“Fuck-” You’re whining, letting loose a viscous mess of spittle that targets Nanami’s pink tastebuds. Back arching when the very moment it meets his tongue makes his leaky divot burst with fat wads of cum. “-s-so full.”

That was an understatement - Nanami’s ribbony streams of seed were filling you up to the brim. He’s holding you still like his own personal toy, letting his staggering volume of cum stream from between your soppy pussylips to ruin his crisp office pants. 

Such round globs of pearly white that only make his smile grow even more feral. Guiding you at a lazy pace up and down up and down his throbbing cock to milk out every ounce.

He lets off a low whistle, “M’missing work tomorrow, huh?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - FRENCH TIPS

“S-Sugu-”

“Settle down, gorgeous.” Geto’s voice is silken-smooth, tinged with something so sexily husky that makes your fatigued thighs clamp even tighter around his pretty wrist. Trembling as he talks you through yet another orgasm tonight, “If you wanna talk out of this cute cunt here then you better let her fucking talk.”

And the only thing meaner than his words was the way that his doughy fingertips were prying apart your folds, circling the very edge of your slick-flooded entrance oh-so-lazily. Teasing. “Isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

Fuck- and he knows expertly how to get your sloppy pussy talking just as much as he was right about now. Pulling slobbery slurp! after slurp! that rings across his ears and makes them burn bright red at the fleshy tips.

Cooing away, and if you tilted your head just right you could catch the way that his tender palm was just gleaming with a syrupy lather of your juices. “Mhmmm– You’re the special girl tonight, s’like you’re in fucking heat. ”

You whine, “No–”

And Geto loved that. 

Loved how cute you were when he was mean. Loved splurging out his vicious digits from your hot core to drag his sloppy pink lips down till he was nudging against his mountainous knuckles. 

Sucking every ounce and sappy wad coating his fingers while staring deeply into your eyes. “‘Course you are. S’like a damn waterpark f’me when yer ovulating. Almost makes me wanna finally give you my cock. Almost.”

Almost.

And right now your melty mind couldn’t even fathom the possibility of not having Geto’s achy cock inside you right now. You needed him.

Desperately, your hips perk upwards to bump the fleshy mounds of your ass against his swollen girth. Glissading your skin across his sweltering hot length, yearning to feel the bumpy nudge of his veins. His plump, rotund crown-

“Tch- being teased turns you right now, huh? Or s’this pussy just filthy?” He’s letting off a chuckle, one palm covering your maw to block your saccharine sweet noises - because just the mere sound of your voice was making him twitch. 

He’s leaning in so dangerously close that you could practically read the filthy, filthy intentions in his hooded eyes. Drinking in the flowery whiff of his shampoo, “If you’re so impatient, maybe I shouldn’t give you my c-”

Geto doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Exactly as he’d expected. 

Exactly as he’d wanted. Oh, he loved it when you’d push him down and take exactly what you wanted, no matter how much he denied.

In only mere split-seconds, you’re flipping your positions over to splay him out like such a slut on the cottony sheets. Ass hitting his sharp hip-bones with a resonating pap! when you easily and pliably sink his curved cockhead past your teary slit. 

Inch by solid inch. Brows furrowing at the sheer stretch, tautly pulling your rubbery entrance to mold around his staggering girth-

“Yeahhhh, easy there. Take it hah- easy, gorgeous.” Geto’s batting is long, dark lashes up at you. And if you peered even closer you swear you could see his crinkled lids slip past a few stimulated tears. “S’a biiig stretch, isn’t it? N’ you don’t wanna hngh- hurt yourself.”

But you weren’t listening - you couldn’t.

You squeeze his tender throat tighter and Geto thinks he could cum.

The only thought running through your fuzzy head being to stutter out such thorough bounces, swallowing his rugged length from the curve of Geto’s inflated, ruby red tip, all the way until your plumped clit was rubbing back and forth against his dark happy trail.

“Fuck- hngh!” You’re moaning when his pulsing veins slip and slide in lightning bolted patterns all across your geysering sweet spots. “Feels so good- need more, Suguru.”

“Then fucking- take- it.” He spits, such a snarling grin smearing all across Geto’s face just in time with the pussydrunken splatters of drool leaking from one corner of his mouth. “Arch that back and take it.” Milking him until he’s lurching onto his elbows, “You’re the one ovulating, girl- use me.”

But you could feel your poor, overworked legs shaking, a pout cutely coating your words. “But-”

“Nuh uh, no complainin’-” You can’t help but flinch when his cushiony fingerpads reach over to give your bulging pussylips a good smack. Tugging right on the fleshy hood of your clit, “Take a few more inches n’ tell me who’s the one hngh- that was talking out of her cunt today, hm?”

“Sugu-” Swat! And apparently another soaking spank is all it takes for you to actually listen. Drooping your hips down further and further, bustling his bloated cock bottomlessly before the answering syllables tumble from your lips. “-fuck! Me- was me.”

“That’s right, good girl.” The thick fat of his thumb massages your treacly slit back and forth, forcing your hips to move in circling little gyrations that drive you wild. “Fuck, keep that rhythm. And who begged me to fuck this p-pretty pussy because it was that time of the month. Again and again and again?”

“Me.”

“Exactly.” He sounds so uncharacteristically smug. Dangerous. Such sexy veins puffing up Geto’s milky neck once he’s planting two feet firmly flat onto the cushy ground and pushing. Abs flexing with every swab of his weepy tip down your deepest depths over and over. “So if yer gonna ride me. Ride me right.”

Geto’s so feral pumping your cervix with branded bruises of his circumference, stuffing you so snugly full that your slick was flooding his bulky base in waves. “Bend your knees s’more- yeah. Yeah, move that hah- damn hand.”

Rudely sifting away your shy hands to cup his handsome face, he’s tilting his head right into your touch. You can feel your heart race when Geto nips your cozy palm, “Hold back my ah- hair, gorgeous. Can’t see her.”

Her being the way your glistening folds flutter when you push his silky locks into a haphazard ponytail and pull. Streaking a warm trail of sweetened juices down his abs when Geto bucks his slender hips to reach for-

“Ah! Fuck-” Your hazy eyes bulge out at the sudden crack of raw bliss, before scrunching pathetically shut once more when Geto’s split, plummy head crashes against the bullseye of your g-spot and drills down into it. “Sugu- I think I’m-”

And he knew it before you did. Could already feel the extra clingy smush of your walls, could see the way you’re letting your head tumble emptily backwards and cumming.

How cute.

Geto flies up one ravenous set of fingers to your heatedly pulsing clit and swats, one after the other. Two. Three. Counting them with each peak of pleasure he fucks you mercilessly through. 

Still letting his ears burn with the waterlogged thwack! thwack! thwack! of the spanks, you swear you could hear his breath hitch in awe. “We gotta train your riding, gorgeous. Luckily for you…we have allll night.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “M-more…?”

The moment those words are murking out in a puffed-out cloud from Choso’s lips, he thinks he could faint. He thinks he could feel his ears pop when you’re breaking apart from his plump, cerise tip with a wet plap!

“Mhm–” you’re nodding, treacly ribbons of spit and buttery cum still dangling from your lips and the leaky divot right on top of his swollen cock. “Sorry, Cho- this ovulation still has me so…horny.”

You’d just finished making him cum with that pretty mouth of yours, twice with your hands, and once merely from the sound of your sultry voice. And at the way your lips curve into the perfectly stained pout, Choso finds his loose maw dropping.

“No!” He’s hissing out, sounding as pathetically needy as he feels. A viscous puddle of saliva formulates at the back of his tongue and threatens to trickle from right between his kiss-bitten lips, “No no no don’t apologize, I- I mean.”

And fuck- even after so long with you, Choso still feels so fucking shy. Just the memory from today of you confessing that your ovulation was here and that you wanted him to…help make his high cheekbones scorch over with a cute red blush.

Lower lip wobbly precariously as he’s tugging at your sweat-simmered body to pull you from your knees, supporting your entire weight when you scramble onto unsteady legs. 

You’re raising a brow, “Cho? Do you want-”

Only to be cut off when Choso manhandles you around and all but slams you against the cool wall of your headily humid bedroom. One slender hand curled at your throat, softening the blow, the other pawing greedily at the fat of your ass. 

He’s pulling and prying to take a long look at the way your gluey lips were being oh-so-easily stretched by his aching shaft. 

Oh, you were so hot around him, it’s as if you were melting. Lacquering down a syrupy glaze of slick with every throbbing inch being fed inside-

“Don’t- don’t even know if I can cum anymore-” He’s breathing out in a heated whisper against your ear. Ragged and crazed enough that it makes your spine prickle with tiny goosebumps. “Don’t know if- fuck.”

But of course, he’s spying down at that lecherous sight. Words petering out when he cranes his drunken head downwards to leave an open-mouthed trailway of snogs down your back. Murmuring into your skin, “Don’t know if I can- hngh- even c-cum anymore. But for you–” Finishing off his trek at the finish line of your lips, “-anything for you, baby.”

Such a filthy, filthy French kiss. 

He could taste the saliva sugarcoating your mouth, feel the weight of those globules of his cum swirling into his own mouth. So sinful that it made him whine-

“B-baby, are you sure?” You’re managing, mouth faltering into an oh! as he starts up a fast, urgent rut of his hips. But Choso wasn’t ready to let you free that easily - no, no, no. He’s chasing after your lips as if he was addicted, suckling on your battered lower lip, “If you can’t…”

“I can.” He’s gruffing out, and he’ll apologize for cutting you off later. Right now, the only thing that Choso can do is roughly latch onto your hips and give you steady pound after pound. Countless. “I will- promise. All the way ‘ntil your ngh- ovulation finishes if I hafta, baby–”

Well and fully intent on keeping his promise.

His milky hips smack and strike eagerly against your own until the mounds of muscle underneath Choso’s soaked happy trail was all a stinging red. So much so that you see stars.

And shit- then you’re gazing at him over your shoulder and he thinks he could reach his high just from seeing your pretty face. “M’gonna milk you till you’re heh- dry, baby.”

Choso didn’t care that the tender curve of his fattened balls ached with overuse, didn’t care that those words and a simply snug cling of your dewy walls around him would be enough to make his strawberry orifice leak with copious volumes of cum.

Swamping your spongy cervix, he’s making such an utter mess by slamming! one palm down onto the wall fitting snugly inside you until he was thoroughly bottomed out. 

You’re gasping when you feel the warm plap! plap! plap! of something hitting the curvaceous edge of your shoulder. Only to tilt your head upwards and find your dear boyfriend crying.

Such pearly tears beading out from the edge of his chestnut eyes, and Choso’s clammy flush only grows ever-darker at the intensity of your stare. Fat, cylindrical shaft twitching upwards and hitting your sweetest spots with a dull thud! you shiver when he spurts out exactly three rivulets of sappy seed. 

Only three. 

“O-oh god–” He sucks in a deeply shuddering inhale, watery eyes fluttering as his hefty breeder balls squeeze and make him cum dry. “-s’this okay? S’this- ngh- enough? M’sorry I-”

“Awww, don’t apologize, Cho.” you’re humming, heat coiling at your tummy with just how bloated and full you felt right about now. Choso was always more than generous with the heaping torrentials of seed, swabbing a few delicate speckles with every thrust of his. “You did great- ngh- did so well.”

“Really?” He’s tightening his fingers around your throat to shut you up, to choke you lightheaded - because oh. There was his second weakest point - your praise. Only second to simply you in general. “Really? Y-you shouldn’t say that, baby- s’gonna ngh- make me…”

He doesn’t have to say a word.

He can’t.

Not when Choso was leaning back to eye your geysering hole, gulping at the sweltering hot beads of cum that trickle from between your pretty lips. Wispy little goblets that he can’t help but thumb over with a huff. 

“U-uh, baby.” Shit, there was something dark in that tone of his. Something…greedy. From the corner of your eye, you’re catching the pinkish flash of Choso’s tongue glide slooowly along his kiss-bitten lips while he still stares down lovingly at your pussy. After all- didn’t you say you’d milk him dry? He wasn’t quite dry just yet, no matter what the sensitive sting of his balls said. “On second thought- don’t you…don’t you want more?”

And he swears that only makes you wetter, you’re leaning upwards to kiss away one salty tear of his, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Oh. 

Choso’s going to marry you.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Dickmatize

“Kuna- Kuna—” You were babbling away stupidly after only a few bruising strikes of Sukuna’s restless hips, halfway through crashing into the royal headboard if it wasn’t for one of his clawed hands latching firmly onto the crown of your scalp. 

“K-K-Kuna-” He’s mocking with a roll of his eyes, perking up two of his enguling hands to angle your hips even deeper. And the grin he’s plastering all over his handsome features is so sleazy, “S’there anything else ya can say, woman?”

Your lips wobble with a few strained whines, “Harder.”

“Harder? Keh- harder?” Sukuna spits out, letting your woozy lips drag across his in a lazy slip n’ slide - just about all that you could manage with how spellbound you were right now. “‘Course ya want fucking harder when you can’t even ah- handle- this-”

But it’s not as if Sukuna was doing any better.

Fuck was he glad that your dewy gaze was way too cross-eyed with every one of his vulgar strikes. 

Because Sukuna’s monstrously towering body was shivering, hooded eyes growing heavier every time the spherical ends of both cockheads skated into your snug channel. 

You were taking him so well, and that was making his cursed second mouth salivate.

And when he tilted his head mere inches his closer and sucked in a deep whiff-

“Shiiiit- I can even hah- smell the ovulation on ya, woman.” And Sukuna didn’t mind it one bit, in fact, he was taking in such heaving lungfuls of that specially candied air. Elongated canines gleaming in the dim lighting, “And it’s fucking delicious.”

He could always smell those special few days of the month when you got just a bit sweeter, even more gorgeous than usual, just a bit…needier.

The problem was that everyone else seemed to notice too. 

And he had half the mind to think that your ovulation was affecting him, as well. Because Sukuna felt feverish, head falling backwards when his proud lengths pry apart your gluey walls as if he was opening up his very own gift.

He just felt so dumb on your pretty pussy.

Your saturated folds lacquer with a freshly new wave of slick once Sukuna lets his maw fall slack with a growl. Sharp teeth nipping right down your throbbing pulse, easy to sink in. To mark. 

“P-Please–” You’re squealing when he’s letting off numerous thwacks! of his curvaceous balls against the weepy end of your slit, hard enough that it almost bruises. “Need you r-right here.”

And shit- Ryomen Sukuna may be the notorious king of curses, but he was nothing against you. Nothing against just how evil you were with your pretty hands trembling up the cylindrical bulge he was pounding into you.

“Want me to fill up th-this pretty pussy till everyone can see, huh?” Sukuna’s rumbling out, so close now that you could feel the rasping vibrato of his bulging pecs glissading down your front. “Till even that new fuck- coworker of yours realizes?”

His husky words out of place enough to make your droopy lids blink repeatedly, “Wha- who?”

That bastard giving you fucking goo-goo eyes and clinging onto you, that’s what. But Sukuna can’t utter that - he can’t even bring himself to do anything other than grit his sharp jaw, “Talkin’ about another man while m’all inside you, huh?”

Ah, the way your mouth falls into a shocked oh! is just adorable. 

Cockdrunken tongue struggling to get the coherent syllables out to defend yourself against his little tease. And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have sworn that only made him harder.

Stacked lengths barrelling into you once. Twice. And yet, pulling out on the third - watching your brows furrow when he takes his leisurely time fighting back the clingy embrace of your glutinous walls as he pulls out inch by fucking inch.

“Maybe you should have him fuck you insead.” Sukuna arches a regal brow, curling a stray hand around his bulky bases to leave a syrupy swot! right on your glossed folds. But, of course, with him it was always double the spank making your toes curl. Heavy. And hot. 

It makes your head spin, full of cottony thoughts of just him. “D-don’ want anyone else- ngh- Kuna- Just need you in me right now.”

“S’that sooo?” He’s drawling out, two palms smearing your jittery legs and spreading them widely agape. All the way until your inner thighs burned with both the stretch and the spurting streaks of pre he left. “Don’t know if I believe this slutty pussy, brat. Maybe s’jus’ the ovulation talkin’.”

He was being so mean.

But what was even meaner was the way Sukuna’s roguish second tongue lolls out to splat! right down on your treacly cunt. So, so comparably large - he was easily drawing wet little patterns all over your gooey core. 

Over n’ over.

“M’not- s’not–” You’re choking out, mouth needily parched. Rovering your hands dexterously over to cup his aching cocks - but you could barely even squeeze your digits into a close around them both. “S’not just the ovulation, Kuna-”

“Then say it.” He snickers, having way too much fun with just how needy you are. “Spell it out f’me.”

Hips bucking impatiently, “S-spell what-” But that’s when you realize- oh, that’s when you’re registering that those lewd little patterns being made out onto your pussy weren’t just patterns. 

No, you’re wrenching your eyes open just a bit wider to take in the sappy trail of sweet, sweet juices glazing Sukuna’s wet muscle. Lugging ounces of it allll over his tongue as he makes such a mess of you down below.

With the help of two fat digits smushing your cheeks together he’s prying your head to look right down. Just at the right angle to watch the dizzying motions of his tongue spelling out-

“A? Wait no-” Gasping as he plants another papping spank on your puffed-up folds, “-R? A-and is that- Y?”

You already knew what the next shape was going to be - you didn’t even have to watch the very edge of his roughened tastebuds draw a slow, circular kiss. 

Way off in the fuzzy distance you think you can hear Sukuna chuckle, cooing at your cute mewls. “O-o? Does it spell out- haaah- Ryo?”

Yeah, he was in love.

“Damn right.” Sukuna bites back a moan, when he sinks back in mercilessly. Feeding your starving cunt with a few scorching inches of both swollen cocks - and then all at once. “You’re mine, lil’ human.” And one slam turns into two. Four. Eight- until Sukuna was fucking you like he couldn’t stop. 

You were mumbling out stupidly, floods of murky saliva spilling in heaps from your mouth. “All yours?”

He’s spitting twice - once from each mouth. Wadding one mess past your ajar lips, and then another to slip down the hill of your clit.

“All mine.” He grins, oversized tongue slithering past your syruped folds to poke its way into your already-overstuffed hole. Taking in a deeeep breath of your honeyed pheromones, “And m’gonna fuck ya till that pretty lil’ head remembers.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - F.E.V.E.R.

Oh- Gojo’s head nuzzles dopily into the treasured crook of your neck, lips parted to heave out a scorching little pant of sweetheart—!

And at this point his sing-songy baritone is broken several octaves higher, held together at the seams with only a drunkenly crooked grin that you know doesn’t bode well for you. 

Because once again you’re left wondering whether it’s really you that’s ovulating or your dear, feverishly deprived husband right here.

Fingers twitching on the splintered mahogany headboard above, he jostles his hips to give your bruised and battered cervix a stinging little swab. Strawberry divot so red and angry, that just the slightest push leaves him slathering your insides with creamy pre in long, lazy ribbons. 

Just to remind you how achingly hard he still was. 

Even after hours and hours of you milking him dry, he was vibrating with the powerful buzz of reverse cursed energy that kept him oh-so-swollen.

“S-s’that ‘enough?” Gojo trembles out, shudders wracking down his spine. And you can’t help but ogle that unintentionally sexy flex of his washboard abs massaging onto your front. The way you could count each n’ every tight ridge. “S’that all my- hck! ovulatin’ girl can handle?”

Your chest lugs in desperate pants of air at the way each throbbing inch of his probes into your steaming orifices one by one. Languidly, as if Gojo had all the time in the world. “Y-yes…”

And oh, you really didn’t expect the strongest to fall for that one- did you?

All it takes is a few sloppy seconds for him to reel his head back and giggle, wild. Sapphire eyes gazing down at the inflationary little bulge he was fucking into you. 

Practically purring, practically heart-eyed. “Really? Well, that’s reeeeal interestin’, sweetheart, because-” Gojo’s dipping the thick, rounded pads of his digits to splay out over your tummy. Hard. And you swear you glimpse the way his half-lidded eyes crinkle with electric bolts of cursed energy, “-I can see that this pretty pussy is still in need of a hah- gooood fucking.”

You squeal when those very same fingers take a much filthier approach, tracing cute little patterns down, down, down to the sensitive nub of your clit. Before twirling over your plump hood and pinching. Making your leaky hole lacquer itself even wetter, “You’re still ovulating, needy girl.”

“Th-then—” you hiss back, the sole sound of your voice making his fat, ruddied tip twitch. He was so sensitive, so…filthy.

Feeling the soft curve of his free hand latch onto your waist, pinning down your squirming hips until you couldn’t jostle them even a singular inch more. To feel him more, ever-messing up your insides. “-then stop teasing me and-”

Ah, this was his favorite part.

Right when you had your brows furrowed needily that way, right when your lolling mouth was half-opened into the shape of a few snappy insults-

That’s the exact split-second he’s arching his prespired back into the perfect curve, hitting the spongy target of your g-spot dead on. 

“Still want more- h-heh–” Pearly white canines snarl back at the slippery slide of his dumbfoundingly long girth down your sweetest spots, rounded globes of his cum-filled sack swatting against the ends of your soppy slit with a resounding thwack! He lets off such a whine, “My girl wants- no, is begging for…more.”

Fuck, he sounded so ruined. Voice as brittle as you felt. 

You watch as his prominent Adam’s apple bobs with a husky ah! ah! ah! after every bounce back from the heated depths of your pretty pussy - he couldn’t bear to part even for those repeated split-seconds. Ruby red cockhead leaving stringy little wetspots that have you seeing stars.

“Yes-” you’re gurgling out, and Gojo’s only snapping his hips with vulgar strokes even faster to dredge out those pretty noises from you. “Yes yes- yes! Need it even harder, Satoru.”

Somewhere off in the distance you’re hearing a sharp crack! and only hours and hours later do you realize that it’s your poor bedframe. 

In the back of Gojo’s mind he couldn’t help but think that you’d be next.

“Harder- wait- harder? Ohhh, fuck- she wants more-” He’s seething out, planting a tempo of pounds after pounds that make sparks of heat sprint down your spine. It felt like you were being split into two - it felt like he was mazing apart your adhesive walls with such expertise that he must’ve been unfairly using his Six Eyes. “D’you realize that when you ask th-the strongest for hah- more, I might just break ya, sweetheart?”

Your dewy pussy folds twitch at those very words, enough to get him melting over into you. Hunching his sculptured body heatedly against yours, it has him considering proposing right then and there- “Wan’ you to, Toru–”

Fuck “considering.” 

Gojo’s feeling his maw flood with a syrupy wave of saliva, spilling out in trickling rivers on either side of his coral pink lips when he’s choking out, “Marry me- marry me.” 

His reverse cursed technique wasn’t even workin anymore - power rolling off of him in pressurized waves. He couldn’t control it.

Feeling his eyes go crazily wide, he could already feel them watering when Six Eyes kick into overdrive but still doesn’t look away from where your needy entrance was sucking his every fat inch. He wouldn’t. He can’t.

Entranced. 

Can’t do anything else, didn’t even register the wadded mess of sweltering cum coating your insides in a sloppy second skin. 

You’re squealing as more and more strikes planted onto your drooling cunt leave you rendered stupid. Gojo’s eager fingertips keeping your saturated lips held captive with an ever-tightening squeeze.

Your thighs jitter helplessly at the swashing cobwebs of seed that fill you to the brim and more. Seeping from your flooded entrance slobbering in a sloppy ring around Gojo’s hefty base, one that lecherously matches the drenched white happy trail scratching up and down against your puffy clit. 

“Baby, w-we-” So full it’s like you can barely even speak. Gulping in deep lungfuls of his expensive cologne when he’s stuffing into your personal space and nastily swirling his bloated cock around n’ around your rubbery walls, till you’re soaked with his cum in every nook and cranny. “-we’re already married.”

“O-oh.” He’s sucking in a sharp inhale, eyes flickering with axioms of power once he scoops up generous helpings of ivory seed topping his shaft, popping it into your mouth with a wet plop! 

And then - only then - is he finally looking away from your bawling cunt.

You’re not sure whether his simpering, feral smile is because of the realization or because he’s finally noticing that he’d cum. Only…the next few words spilling from Gojo’s mouth make you realize that it’s neither- “Can see that we’re gonna have a daughter soon, Mrs. Gojo.”

“...”

A/N. Can y’all tell I’m nearing ovulation hm…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[myheartxmyman]

Right now I feel so old and sad at the same time. Those feelings are so strong I feel paralyzed and slow.

[mwydyn]

I really want to get a summer internship because it'll be a really good opportunity but I've realised with the length most of them are and with work I just won't have a break from summer 23 to autumn 25

[im-ovulating]

"Jasper teaching Y/n how to ride him"

I ask, with all the love in my dirty, perverted heart. Fix it.

I ain't even gonna ask anonymously, because you know who it's gonna be.

(A/n: Your wish is my command~ (aka I'm lowkey scared of your wrath))

(Not proofread)

Word Count: 1,832

Summary- It's only fair that the cowboy gets cowgirled (Alternatively: TIME TO EAT, SLUTS🚨)

Warnings: Inexperienced reader, Creampie, Jasper calls reader "Darling," "Doll," and "Sugar" (I think there's one more, but I can't be bothered to scroll through and find it.) (It's not a missed warning - It's simply a surprise cunt throbber) (...sorry...)

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

(This specific gif is a lil inside joke, dont worry abt it lol)

Jasper Whitlock x Fem! Reader: Most Dangerous Game

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The kiss breaks with a gasp as Jasper's knee bullies its way between your legs, forcing you on tiptoe. The firm muscle bypasses the fabric of your skirt and presses against your barely clothed pussy in a way that sends your vision swimming. Even through your panties, the rough texture of his pants creates an addictive friction that causes you to chase more - rocking your hips down experimentally rewards you with even more of that coarse deliciousness and pulls a deep moan from you.

He wastes no time as you grind against his thigh, moving his lips to the hollow of your throat, licking and sucking at the area until red blooms across your skin in an intricate pattern of possession. Your hands desperately fumble to grasp anything they can, eventually ending up fisted in his hair. A warning growl rumbles deep in his chest as you tug on the soft blonde strands. Your proximity forces the vibrations through your own chest, weakening your knees.

Jasper presses closer, keeping you upright. His mouth finds its way back to yours as his hand comes up to your neck - fingers pressing into your pulse point as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. He eagerly drinks up your sighs as your lips continue to meet in a battle of teeth and tongue; it's becoming less of a kiss as the heat between you increases, but it doesn't matter. Not when you can feel just how hard he is against your stomach.

He all but swallows your keen when he flexes his thigh. Your hips stutter when your clit rubs against the denim; a cry of his name leaves you without thinking at the stimulation. Another, more vicious growl rips through you both as he yanks you away from the wall and walks backwards towards your bed. His lips never leave yours as he falls backwards, pulling you into his lap.

"The things you do to me, Darlin'..." Jasper mumbles into the kiss.

Hands are everywhere- his hair, your jaw, his chest, your ass. Every touch makes as he moves from one place to another sets a trail of fire in its wake.

The new position forces his hard cock to press against you and you can't help but press down harder. The pressure causes your head to drop against his shoulder; causes your jaw to drop as Jasper's hands slip to your hips, rocking you firmly against him.

You can tell he knows exactly when your throbbing cunt pulses out even more slick: you can hear his sharp inhale as it pairs with the way his fingers dip tighter into your flesh.

"I want you to ride me, Doll. Can you do that for me?"

It's only then that your movements halt. Freezing like a deer in headlights, you look at him with your mouth slightly agape. Neither of you are strangers to sex - hell, once Jasper got confident enough to let loose around you, there was a month when you were damn near fucking like rabbits. But of all the ways he's taken you, you've never been the one to be on top.

What if you're bad at it? How would you ever get over that?

"Darling," Jasper's voice cuts through your thoughts, definitely feeling your emotional turmoil. "What's wrong? Talk to me, Sugar." His golden eyes bore into you with a different intensity than before. His once heated gaze now only harbors concern as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your waist.

“It's nothing…” you mutter moving in to nose at his neck, pressing small kisses along the column in an attempt to bring the mood back.

His grip on you shifts, pulling you back a respectable distance to read your face. “Tell me what's wrong, or we're stopping right now, Darlin’."

Oh. Serious voice… As the realization that there's no avoiding voicing your insecurity if you want to get railed - which you do -, your face starts to heat, embarrassment flooding your veins.

Ever the patient man, Jasper waits for you to find the least embarrassing combination of words.

“I've never-” God, your face feels like it could smelt iron right now… “I've never rode anyone; I, um, I don't know how…”

Your voice falters to a whisper, but you know he heard you.

A grin starts to cut its way across his face, leaving you to balk. You know he isn't about to laugh in the face of your anxiety right now.

“You know what- forget I said anything.” you mumble, moving to get up only to be unceremoniously yanked back down.

“Where do you think you're going, Sugar?” Jasper chuckles, ducking his head to try to meet your gaze.

Ever the avoider, you look to the side, opting to pout about it since you can't storm out to the room all dramatic like you wanted. One of his hands comes up to brush some of your hair you were hiding behind.

“I'll teach you.”

Your eyes snap to his finally as the heat in your face starts to creep down your neck. “What?” You choke out.

“I said I'll teach you how to ride,” Jasper says, the humor in his eyes underlined with something darker- hungrier.

Your mouth goes dry from the intensity in them. Gulping, all you can do is nod, words failing you for a different reason this time.

“Yeah?” He hums. “My pretty baby wants to learn to ride me?”

His hands trail down to your skirt, slipping under the hem to trace the elastic of your panties. “Why don't you take these off, Sugar…”

His voice may be gentle, but you know a command when you hear it.

You slide off his lap, standing on shaky legs as you slide the thin fabric down.

“Skirt and shirt too. I want to watch my cock disappear in you while you grind those hips against me.”

You'd be lying if you said that didn't make something sinful twist inside you.

Once all the offending fabric is gone, you take a deep breath. Right now this is nothing new for you. You've been naked in front of Jasper countless times, this is fine.

His eyes never leave you as he works on his jeans - unbuttoning and unzipping them before shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers. He curls two fingers to beckon you closer, other hand leisurely stroking himself, smearing his precum along the shaft.

Settling yourself back in his lap, you slightly fumble, trying to steady yourself. Back in new territory.

“Easy…” Jasper soothes, holding your waist. He stops fisting himself in favor of manhandling you into position.

Your knees are spread to rest just away from his legs, and your hips angled above him by the time he is done adjusting you. One of his hands slips down once more to line up with your slit.

“Drop yourself, Darlin’. Slowly,” he guides. “Once the tip is in, roll your hips forward as you move further down.”

And so you do. Steadily, you push yourself down and forward as his cock slips further and further into your waiting quim. Within seconds, your hips meet his and he sits comfortably to the hilt inside you.

“That's it,” Jasper mumbles, hands lightly stroking your sides. “Can you lift back up and repeat that same motion for me, Sugar?”

“Yeah…” you breathe. This isn't hard, you think, lifting yourself up, not hard at all. Your hands steady you against his shoulders as you rock back down.

Jasper's head falls back with a heavy breath through his nose. “Fuck.”

You still. Did you already do something wrong? You're only two bounces in- are you really that bad at taking direction?

“You're doing great, baby, but if you keep clenching around me like that, I'm not gonna last,” Jasper chuckles, gripping your hips to force you to move again.

And just like that, he once again soothes your nerves. Perks of knowing the ins and outs of emotion, you guess.

So, you start your movements again, allowing his hands to go back to simply encouraging you. As you move, you find yourself growing more and more confident - adding in a few circles along with your roll forward, spreading your knees to take him deeper - the noises your experiments draw from Jasper have your eyes slipping shut and your head lolling forward to rest against his cool collar.

As you ride, you can feel to need for more steadily creeping up to you, forcing your hips to move faster, for you to grind your clit against him as you chase your release.

“Goddamn it-” Jasper hisses, burying his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent. “You're a fucking natural, Darlin’. C’mon, Sweetness, cum for me.”

A soft whimper falls from your lips at the praise, your face heating as you nuzzle further into him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but the ache in your pussy, the pure need to cum, outweighs any discomfort in your trembling legs as you start to slam yourself harder and more desperately onto his solid length.

You can feel your release. It's right there; dipping in and out of sight in a twisted game of desire, but you'll be damned if you lose.

You clamp down on Jasper, the sudden tightness causing even more of the delicious friction you're craving. The deep rumble that drags from Jasper's chest only pushes you closer, more and more noises drip from your lips as you all but ravage the man beneath you.

“Come on, Darlin’, give it to me- let me see how pretty you look creamin' all over my cock.”

You hips give a final jerk forward when his thumb meets you clit, the swollen nerves throbbing at the sudden shock of cold. With a sharp cry of his name, you cum.

Your nails dig into his arms as you rock against him, trying to prolong your high as long as possible. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - Jasper's hands are back to forcing your hips down, chasing his own release.

His hips have started to jerk up into you, meeting you movement for movement as he draw closer and closer to his own climax. Rambled praises have started to fall from him as he holds you tight. From mumbling about how beautiful you are sitting atop him, to growling out about how good your pulsing cunt feels.

Just at your limit, right before the stimulation becomes too much, Jasper finally empties himself into your heat. You though his growls before rumbled you, but the absolute animalistic sound that rips out of his chest as he loses himself in you uproots your very being. The knowledge that you can bring such a powerful creature, *the* Apex predator to such euphoria - the fact that such a magnificent being has allowed you to share in this game - has you shuddering in his hold.

The world's most dangerous game. And you've won.

[greenqueenhightower]

The primary reason I love the Greens is that they are so messed up. They are not perfect, they are not disinfected and favored by the narrative, and they are raw to the bone; they are real.

Aegon is as real as a devastated and soul-crushed father gets whose grief translates to anger and violence. Helaena’s silent inner turmoil and anguish haunt the Red Keep. Alicent has become a wreck as she weighs this tragedy the only way she knows how: against her own failed moral compass, holding herself responsible.

Otto sees his strings of power stretch and snap as he pursues the unattainable dream once more. Criston feels unworthy and consoles himself with the deception that he remains unsullied by still bearing a white cloak to his name, having been absolved of his original oath-breaking years before. And Aemond refuses to acknowledge any weakness or softness in front of his family so he seeks consolation elsewhere.

This green family doesn’t know how to process emotions, doesn’t know how to grieve together, and can’t find solace in each other’s suffering despite yearning for comfort. Otto doesn’t know how to comfort Alicent, Alicent doesn’t know how to comfort Aegon, and Aegon doesn’t know how to comfort Helaena.

Larys exerts his influence and puppeteers Alicent to his own liking by giving her a much-desired grasp of agency over political affairs. Alicent finds escape in undiscovered indulgences that give her the intoxicating illusion of control over a lifetime of servitude. Criston succumbs to the addictive drug of being desired and wanted on equal terms. The Greens live in a vicious circle of unhealed trauma, a bottomless pit of fears and insecurities, and a tangled web of deception and control.

They are wounded, dysfunctional, and forsaken, and that makes them so intriguing.

[holyshit]

anons ⬇️

[mdsbabygirl]

Hello! I love your work, I just read “Being their fuckbuddy,” and I’m hooked. I was wondering if you would make a part 2 where the reader/you call things off and they realize that they’ve actually caught some feelings? It’s alright if you don’t want to! I’m a total sucker for angst lol.

Ofc my lovely anon!! I'll be more than glad to do that! Here's part two of "being their fuckbuddy". btw don't be shy to make requests, they make me really happy and I'm more than willing to write them!

Please baby.. don't let go of me yet...

PART TWO OF "Being their fuckbuddy"

Pairing: Otoya Eita/ Itoshi Sae/ Bachira Meguru/ Shidou Ryusei/ Chigiri Hyoma/ Barou Shoei x FEM! reader

Synopsis: when you end up walking out of your "relationship", these men feel empty inside, finally realizing that their lust has indeed turned into something much deeper.

Genre: smut, angst

Wc: 3,3k

Cw: dark themes, MDNI, mentions of makeup sex, very depressed men, semi-public sex(Otoya, Barou), crying messes(Bachira, Chigiri), nonchalant fuckers(Sae, Barou), black mail/threatening/ humiliation (Shidou), stalking(meguru), womanizer(otoya), these men are very much Inlove with you, etc..

Otoya Eita:

•"yeah, I'm fine with it" he said, his tone as casual as possible. He knew your relationship wasn't going to last long, and it was part of the thrill he felt when he was with you. But when the parting time finally came, he didn't feel right. He thought he could just move on, quickly forgetting you and your shared moments to focus on the next girl he was going to pull.. but no, not this time. Otoya was very confused, why was he suddenly getting emotional? Why was he starting to feel uneasy, a surging pain in his stomach made him feel awful, as if he got repeatedly punched in the abdomen, all while he was looking at you in the far distance.  You, the one who made him feel like he could've reached heaven with how much pleasure he felt; you, the girl he always enjoyed spending time with because you were fun and interesting, you the one who got his heart.

•Eita was mad at first, why the fuck did it hurt so much? It's not like it was the first time he got a heartbreak, he'd usually just bury the pain with sex, fucking around with multiple women, until he forgot about everything, the pain eventually subsiding. And he tried, like, he tried really hard, going every night to nightclubs and having one nightstands with every woman he found somewhat hot.. the thing is, the sex was awful..it didn't feel right, it was dull and boring, as if all the feelings in his body were dead, making him unable to feel the slightest sparkle of excitement. He'd often ask himself, why was he like this? Why couldn't he just bounce back like before, going back to being the  destrous ninja of seduction he once was.. even all the women he had picked were somewhat of a close replica to you, all sharing common attributes that you had.. I guess you are really unreplaceable..

•that, was his situation for a while, being the slave of a non ending vicious circle of sex, alcohol and depression. That was, until he finally saw you at one of the clubs he frequented. It's like his world lit up, transforming from a dark nightmare to the sweetest of dreams. His eyes widened in surprise, not expecting to meet you at all, but there you were, looking ever so stunning, wearing your prettiest dress, and hypnotizing everyone with your looks. At first he froze, not knowing what to do. But then he decided that it was time to put an end to his misery, deciding it would be best to just confess to you, and tell you how much he had been yearning for you for the past weeks. You were quite stunned too, not only not expecting this sudden encounter, but also not even imagining that this womanizer would be pouring his heart out to you.. you smiled subtly, thinking his actions were cute, yet you were still indecisive, you didn't trust him enough, thinking he'd break your heart if you let him in, which was indeed why you left him. You started catching feelings, all this intimacy between the two of you sparking a growing love for the man. Eita, ever so happy, was quick to hug you, pressing soft kisses on your lips until they became more and more heated, leading the both of you to make out heatedly in the middle of the club. Then.. well let's just say you were way too needy for each other to wait to go home so instead you fucked in one of the bathroom stalls... His hand was pushing you onto the door, your tube top pushed down to reveal your tits that were squished against the cold surface, as Eita was behind you, rumming his rock hard cock relentlessly, like he'd always do..

Itoshi Sae:

•he had that cold, expressionless face he always had when it happened. You had invited him to talk, insisting it was best if it happened in person. He looked so stunning, his teal eyes, an amalgamation of the most serene blue sky and most captivating green seas, were a pool of alluring coolness. No matter how hard the news might've been, he never budged.. he just nodded, agreeing with your request for ending things. And that's how, you both just walked away, forgetting all the moments of your shared passion, as if you finished the last chapter of a boring book. But.. did he really find your fling boring? Was he really willing to just move on, as if nothing had happened?

•Sae was used to the solitude, he was a reservated person, not allowing anyone in his circle, and the fact that you managed to get in that close to him, must've meant something right?.. it couldn't have been just purely a give and receive link, it must've been much more than that. He was human after all, meaning that he must've felt the smallest shred of something, anything really, even if it was lust, hate or love. Sae was confused, not knowing how to act or what to feel. He just went back to being to his usual self, an egoist who only cares about his sacred soccer.. but if that's what he thought he did, then why couldn't he sleep at night? Why was his bed so empty all of a sudden? Why was he flipping through the pics you post on your socials? Did you really manage to plague his mind? Turning him from a cold hearted egoista, to a yearning lover, a man that needed your presence as much as he needed oxygen to survive.

•The nights felt long, unending hours of long lasting boredom and solitude, weighted down on Sae's mind. He wanted it to stop, needing this feeling of hollowness to be over. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to rest.. he took his phone, 2 AM.. great you might be sleeping he thought.. he looked intensely at your contact info on his screen, contemplating if calling you would be the right choice.. it was his first time being indecisive, he was always a confident man, always sure of himself and his actions; but this time he wasn't.. his hands trembling as he held the phone. In the end he said fuck It, deciding that going to your house was the best option.. once he arrived, he ringed the bell, waiting for you. When you came out, wearing your comfy pj's, and asking why he was here while yawning, he just grabbed your face and kissed you, not even wasting time on words. He led you inside, huffing out how much he missed you and how he can't be apart from you.. you couldn't give him a straight answer yet, but you still didn't deny him, inviting him in, keeping him all close and cozy, so warm and feeling heavenly as his big cock is buried deep inside your hot cunny.

Bachira Meguru:

•things between the two of you started getting a bit rocky, his possessiveness was too overwhelming. He was always by your side, his presence so suffocating that it left you drained both emotionally and physically. It was after one of your encounters that you decided to call things off. Bachira was panting heavily, his chest heaving as he came down from his high. He still was on top of you, looking down at you with his lovestruck look.. you kinda felt bad about what you were about to do, knowing how sad he'll be once you leave him. Meguru, tiredly laid beside you, looking at you before wrapping an arm around your naked figure..you were kinda starting to rethink your actions, thinking that maybe you could get used to his.. well, quirkiness? But you didn't, once Bachira announced something about wanting you to be fully his, you finally snapped. You quickly got up, getting your scattered up clothes and putting them on without saying a word.. you didn't wanna get even more mad, nor upset him with the bullshit you knew you were about to say if u really snapped. The man behind you, looking ever so struck by your sudden change in behavior grabbed you by the forearm, asking what happened.. oh man, you did snap at that time.. you started throwing insults at him,  telling him how suffocated you felt, before you gathered your stuff and left him alone in his apartment.

•To say that Bachira was shocked was an understatement. He couldn't believe what he heard.. he.. was suffocating? Was he really so frustrating and maddening like you just said? He didn't wanna believe this, thinking that maybe you just had a bad day, maybe you were mad at everyone and he just so happened to be the unlucky one to have to undergo such a shitty experience. But deep down he knew the truth. He knew that you entirely meant what you said, all those words hitting him like a poisonous dagger to the heart. He did everything for you, treated you like a princess, gave you constant attention, never once did he let you out of his sight.. he swore he was the best you could've ever had, the one and only who would worship you and treat you like the goddess you are.. yet, you left him. Like everybody else did. He should've been used to it by now, but fuck It hurt.. I guess that's why he felt hot globs of tears streaming down his face, his sobbing filling up the room. He really didn't deserve all this pain that you so hurtfully inflicted on him.

•after crying his heart out, he concluded that this wasn't the solution, deciding that if you weren't going to be willingly his , he was going to do it forcefully. Bachiras is known to have a dark side in him, a so-called monster that whispers the filthiest, most evil ideas in his mind. It was time to hear his alter-ego, using this demonic quirk of his to finally show you who you belong to, finally convincing you that he's your one and only. That's why, late at night he sneaked into your house..(he might've made a copy of your key without you noticing but Shhh) waiting for your arrival. As for you, you were getting home from work, unable to shake away the thought of how badly you treated Bachira. You wanted to apologize, but you were way too tired, so u decided that tomorrow you'll go to his place and make up with him. You unlocked your door, finally entering your home, when you saw Bachira laying all comfy on your sofa.. you were very much surprised, thinking that maybe it was because you were tired. Noticing you, meguru quickly went up to you, hugging you so tightly you could've swore you stopped breathing for a sec, before caressing your face, looking at you with a devilish gaze as he whispered in your ear, "you'll always be mine sweet thing!" Before pressing a wet kiss to your neck, "we're going to have so much fun tonight my love." He chuckled, his hands quickly finding your sides as he pressed his body flush against yours, the feeling of his hard-on on your lower abdomen.

Shidou Ryusei:

•ok..ummm, did I mention that this man is pure evil? Like he won't leave you so easily, never letting you slip from his grip without any consequences–this is if he ever let you go, because let's be honest, shidou would never ever let you dissapear from his life, letting your shared memories transforming into a mirage that would forever haunt him. He'd first laugh at you, thinking you weren't serious about calling things off. He'd wrap his arms around your frame, squeezing the plump skin of your butt, a nasty habit of his, telling you that it was a nice joke. But when you slapped him, telling him how much of a maniac he is and walking away, he was surprised. He didn't expect his ever obliging fwb, would have some personality.

•at first he'd let you go, still a bit startled from that whole ordeal, but then he'd start manically laughing, delving so deep down in his psychopathy that he might've become even more insane just from that.. He HAD to make you his, one way or another. He was totally convinced that you were just playing hard to get, or maybe into some kind of cat and mouse chasing thing.. maybe he could even use this dynamic for your next sexy sesh.. but that's for another time to discuss..

•shidou, just walked up to you, hugging you from behind, as if you were a lovey-dovey couple, just casually nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and pressing wet kisses on the skin. You were startled for sure, not wanting any sort of contact with this devilish monster; yet, you couldn't deny his effect on you, a small pool of wetness forming between your legs, but you'll never let him know of course. Somehow, managing to push him off of you, you told him to go away, refusing any form of link to him. Chuckling, Ryusei pulled his phone, his large hands scrolling through his gallery until he found them... All your sex tapes, ready to be sent to everyone who knew you. Grinning devilishly, shidou blackmailed you, you got two choices, you were either to be completely humiliated or to come back to that psycho ... He pressed you, forcing you to choose quickly, otherwise he'd do what you dreaded most. In either way you'd lose your dignity, since being with such a freak had its downsides.. I guess you had no choice, but to forcefully get back with him.

"Mm yeah, that's more like it, my little cockwhore!" He grinned, as he was spreading your ass cheek, looking down at how his big cock was sinking deeply in your soaked folds, all while you were a moaning mess under him.. he's so demonic fr..

Chigiri Hyoma:

•chigiri knew he loved you, he knew for a long time now, always thinking about how he could change your mind, how to make you his gf.. he could've done so much for you, treating you like the queen you are, showing you unyielding affection... anything, he would've done anything for you.. yet, you rejected him. It stung like hell, the loneliness was catching up to him, and that mixed up with the sickening sadness and sorrow he felt was the most potent of poisons.

•He was alone on his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he was sobbing, warm tears streaming down his pretty face. Handsome faces shouldn't cry, you told him before you left, caressing his face one last time before you disappeared from his life. The mere thought of that agonizing moment sent Hyoma into another hysterical crying.. he couldn't believe he got so hypnotized by you that was reduced to this state. He knew you wanted nothing more than sex, he knew that what you had was ephemeral; yet he still couldn't accept the fact that he had lost you. The worst being the way you rejected him, smiling so reassuringly, so softly and so prettily, your face was imprinted in his mind. No matter how much he exhausted himself in training or drowned himself in alcohol, he couldn't forget you. How dare you break his heart in such a nonchalant way, reassuring him he'll find the one for him, even if you knew he had eyes only for you? You were so cruel, he thought.

•days passed since your splitting, and shit started weighing down on your consciousness.. I mean, you did realize that you broke his heart. With a sigh, you decided to stop thinking about him, recalling that all men were the same, all horny and unmannered, always making sexual jokes and treating you like some kind of fucktoy. That was the male treatment you were used to, so when you started frequenting Chigiri, it felt.. different. Sure he was still a man with his own needs and stupidity, yet he was the most caring and gentle one of them all. Slowly you started to realize the huge mistake you made. With tears threatening to fall on your face, you got out of your house, running as fast as you could to apologize to the sweetest, most handsome man you've ever met.. the man you loved. Ringing his bell repeatedly, he opened the door and saw you. Another surge of tears came out, making him sob uncontrollably. So you quickly hugged him, pressing kisses on his head, apologizing for the catastrophic mistake you've made.. in the end, let's just say that he accepted your apology, letting you ride all the sadness out of him, as you're tenderly making out.. make up sex with Chigiri was truly the best.

Barou Shoei :

•barou didn't need you anyway, you were such a nuisance to him, he thought. Not only were you so neglecting of his feelings, but you also had the guts to dump him, discarding him like a used toy that you didn't need anymore. Wasn't he your king? The only man that made you feel intense ecstasy? Well you were in the wrong, like you've always been, he thought once again. Barou could live perfectly without you, it's not like his existence depended on yours, and also it's not like he wanted the presence of someone who didn't want him back. Yet, why did he feel a tinge of sadness? Why was it that when he saw happy couples on the street, he felt like he had a hole in his chest that couldn't be filled no matter what? He didn't know why for sure, and he never even wanted to know.

•What a stubborn king, suppressing all his feelings until they burst like an atomic bomb. And indeed that's what happened, he denied the fact that he still loves you, he hates it. It makes him feel weak, transforming him from a glorious king to a heartbroken slave.. Barou wanted nothing more than his feelings for you to disappear, wanting to put his constant yearning for you to a halt, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, you wouldn't get out of his mind, for a moment he thought that you had cast a spell on him, one so potent that left him entrances, as if he was hypnotized by a siren's voice..

•Barou wanted so badly to come back to you, to just be in your arms, to be able to love you without any restrictions.. but you deprived him of this happiness, condemning him to a life of sorrow and desperation.. As for you, well, you weren't doing so good either. You tried everything to forget him too, but your king had already left his imprint on you, forever changing your life, making it so that he was the only man you'd ever think about. You did send him countless messages, apologizing to him, asking him to meet up to set things straight yet he never responded, he was such a proud mf. So that's why you just went up to him during one of his training, it was the only choice as he couldn't ignore you there. But since Barou didn't wanna cause a scene, he just dragged you to the locker room, opting that finishing your conversation there would provide some more privacy. Well.. let's just say that your conversation was cut short, and the locker room was now filled with both of your moans, as Shoei was kinda busy making sure you'll never leave him, thrusting in you from behind, marking you, biting sucking and kissing your neck and shoulders so that way next time you'll know better than to leave your king.

© mdsbabygirl do not copy or translate my work without my permission.

[psin314]

some dead and missing characters from murat's backstory. translated bio is under the cut.

his toyhouse page

At the age of 6, Murat was given to the Crows. He was taken under the care of a young but skilled master assassin, Esteban. Murat has no memory of his childhood until he was 12, and his mentor never said anything useful about it. He only said that Murat was an unbearable crybaby. Esteban taught Murat everything he knew. He taught strictly, punished him for any mistakes, but Murat still enjoyed being around him, because Esteban was funny and caring. When Murat was 20, Esteban was brutally murdered while on a contract.

The next 10 years of his life were not particularly interesting. He carried out contracts flawlessly, and spent the money he received on carousing. He spent everything on expensive aged booze and gifts for girls with whom he could not build long-term relationships, although he truly fell in love with each one. So once he fell in love with a girl from his own house, Layla, who was not interested in him. He did not lose hope and continued to try to win her over. One day, she finally reciprocated. It was strange, but Murat, in love, did not notice the trick.

Murat's 30th birthday was approaching, but he was not destined to celebrate it in a warm place. Murat, for no apparent reason, was grabbed by what he thought were his friends, and they threw him at the feet of the de Riva house talon. As it turned out, Murat is a traitor who has been sabotaging his own house for years, and there is irrefutable evidence of this, which Layla provided them with a heavy heart. Murat did not understand what was happening, he was definitely slandered and was not guilty of anything. No one listened to him, even Layla stood in tears. Murat should have been killed right here, but Layla stood up for him. She explained that Murat had done all this only because of his own stupidity. He was a good liar, but an incompetent crow. All this time, she had been correcting his mistakes for years, but she had failed to keep track of them all, and this is what it had led to. She was ashamed that she had covered for him for so long, but death for him was too much. As a result, Murat was kicked out into the street and ordered not to approach the faction again.

Murat tried to get through to them, but no one listened. He didn’t know what to do now. The Antivan Crows were everything to him. So he simply decided to get drunk on cheap beer in a tavern. For the next 10 years, he did nothing but that. For the first few months, other crows were watching Murat, but nothing suspicious was noticed, only his binge-drinking. A couple of years later, one of Murat's old friends came to him with good news - Murat was not guilty, everything was actually set up by Layla, who had currently run away and was hiding. That is, he can return. Murat attacked his old friend and sent him far far away. Nobody visited Murat again.

Until he was almost 40, Murat lived in a vicious circle of "no money - work - get money - drink." There were attempts to break it, but he always returned to the beginning. He made friends in the port with a fisherwoman, Paula, who helped him find a job. She sincerely wanted to help Murat with his problem, since he reminded her of her lost son. She was rude to him, but tried to help anyway. Paula had health problems, and one day her heart just stopped beating. Murat could have gone on a bender again, but he decided to try to change his life.

By the age of 40, Murat finally stopped drinking and returned to the Crows. Here, it was as if everyone had forgotten him. And his old friends no longer trusted him as much as before, although that situation was resolved long ago. Murat is passionate about the idea of ​​at least partially solve the problem of betrayal among the Crows. How - he has no idea, but he will definitely come up with something.

The rest of the story is familiar.

[sandorsubs]

this card will find who needs to hear this

"outcome is positive in thoughts. celebrate and reflect before becoming fool again"

the world is the last major arcana card in tarot deck. and the fool is first. break the cycle. stop the vicious circle. you already have it, accept.

[wolken-himmel]

In which Floyd's transformation potion wears off, causing him to be stuck in his eel-merman form in a large tank.

Now (Y/n) has to entertain him.

Request by anon.

You had always admired the Mostro Lounge's interior design. Large tanks that lined the walls, some that connected to the vast ocean outside the building and allowed little fish and other creatures to pass through. You used to spend a lot of time watching all these adorable and innocent creatures swim past the glass facade. But now, all of them had been chased away by a vicious predator.

Floyd.

You exhaled and watched as he terrorised the last remaining guppies until they fled the tank. The large eel-merman was left alone in the tank, now bored out of his mind. There were no more little fish to torment. So he turned to you, who stood outside the tank and watched him swim around. He flashed his teeth at you, you poor little fish.

"Shrimpy!" he cried out once his head penetrated the surface of the tank. His arms were resting on the upper edge of the tank, the water from his skin dripping to the ground. He shot you a sly smile. "Come a little closer. I don't bite."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, making sure your blazer was still dry. Despite his pressing gaze, you didn't move a centimetre. "I don't wanna get wet. You splashed Azul when he gave you your lunch earlier."

Floyd let out a groan at your reply. "Shrimpy, don't be such a guppy!"

His words caused you to quirk an eyebrow. "I'm not a guppy. I have good reasons not to trust you," you said, a tad bit of playfulness lingering in your voice. You chortled softly, knowing better than to come closer to him.

"What?! I'm as innocent as those little spikeballs from the Heartslabyul garden, the ones you like to cuddle! I deserve appreciation too, don't I?" the merman whined, as if your words had offended him. He pulled his arms away from the ledge of the tank and sank to the bottom of the tank, so he could face you properly. His long tail curled around the floor as he glared at you, the glass wall being the only thing separating you two.

You shrugged softly. "Who says you won't pull me into that tank if I get closer."

"I would never. I swear on Jade."

His words drew loud laughter from your lips. You almost doubled over from how intense the wheezes were that shook your body. "You'd swear on your own brother?" you asked and held your stomach in pain. As your laughter faded out into chuckles, you gazed around the empty Mostro Lounge. "I hope he didn't hear that..."

Floyd chuckled along, but his laughter quickly turned into grumbles of annoyance again. "Come on, Shrimpy. I'm bored!" he complained again and swam circles in his tank. It was large enough to allow for vast movement, but it was empty of any entertainment. "I wanna walk again, poke your side and annoy you."

You chuckled and crossed your arms. "Yeah, you're a real menace. Maybe it's good you're stuck in that tank for a few hours," you teased him. Unable to help yourself, you stuck your tongue out at him.

Floyd clutched his chest dramatically and sank to the bottom of the tank, where he remained motionlessly. "Shrimpy, you're so mean to me..."

Laughter spilled from your lips, and you couldn't help but tap your finger nail against the glass wall. "Stop it, Floyd. You're so dramatic."

"You're breaking my heart..." the eel-merman whined before regaining life again. At the speed of light, he shot up from the ground of the tank and zoomed off into a dark corner.

You brought your face closer to the glass, your eyes scanning the vast tank. The back was littered with large stones and tall kelp plants. Even though his tail was long, he somehow managed to easily hide amongst the flora of the tank. A worried feeling made itself apparent in your stomach. "Floyd? Where are you? Come out again," you yelled out nervously.

Did your playful banter go too far? Did you actually manage to insult him.

Your head began to spin with thoughts of how hurt he must feel. Feeling awful, you desperately searched for any sign of life from him. But your eyes never managed to see past the plants and rocks in the tank. He was nowhere to be found.

With each passing minute of your fruitless search, guilt and dread weighed down your conscience. You began to feel bad about what you had said to him. Any attempt of calling out to him was met with awful silence. With Floyd gone, the empty Mostro Lounge became eerie and lifeless.

Your guilt got the better of you, and you climbed up the ladder that led to the upper ledge of the tank. Your eyes scanned the crystal clear water, but even from up there, you couldn't manage to find him amongst the kelp. With your hands tightly gripping onto the ledge, you leaned over the tank.

"Floyd... I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said," you murmured softly. "Please come out again. I'm worried about you..."

You're met with silence again. He still seemed too hurt to reply you. Or that's what you thought at least. With all the feelings of guilt that plagued you, you didn't notice the threatening shadow that approached you from below. Your torse continued to lean over the ledge, desperately trying to find your friend in the tank.

That was until a webbed hand shot out from the water and grabbed your arm. A scream escaped your lips as you were pulled into the tank with ease. Your body toppled over the ledge and plunged into the water. Strong limbs and an even stronger tail constricted most of your panicked movement.

Your clothes felt heavy and your eyes burnt as you were finally able to open them. You came face to face with a mischievously grinning Floyd. He held you tightly, but making sure your head remained above the water. An unsettling giggle escaped his lips. "I never was mad at you. I just needed you to feel guilty and come closer to the tank so I could pull you in."

You glared at him, but your anger was only half-hearted. "You sly eel..."

Your struggling is met with carefree laughter from his side. "That's what we're known as. Smart, sly and slippery!" he exclaimed smugly and swam around the tank with you. A bright smile was plastered onto his face, akin to that of a child that had just received a present.

"I should have known this was just another one of your ploys," you murmured in dismay.

Floyd pressed you against him until you could only wheeze out your complaints. "You're like a rubber duck! So easily squeezable and cute," he cooed playfully.

"Hey, let me go!" you cried out with red cheeks.

His laughter turned louder, until it filled the entirety of the Mostro Lounge. "Sorry, no can do, Shrimpy. You're my little rubber ducky until I get my transformation potion."

"Azul! Hurry up with the potion!" you yelled out at the top of your lungs.

Before you could say more, Floyd pulled you underwater to shut you up. After a few seconds of having his fun, he pulled you up again. A giggle escaped his lips at your disoriented state. He merely soothed your strangled whines by pulling you closer, his arms circling around your waist.

An eerie smile decorated his face as he patted your head. "Oh, he can take his time. I don't mind...."

[meowpupp]

Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

pt1

owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?” 

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail. 

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door. 

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions. 

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition. 

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep. 

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him. 

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch. 

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you. 

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck. 

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out. 

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-” 

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing. 

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you. 

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.” 

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

[gauloiseblue]

[TW: rape, non-con, dark]

There's something about stray dog's behavior that speaks König to me.

He'd been kicked around, ridiculed, and left on the cold pavement alone. He had no real house, and had to beg even for a scrap of food. Those were the factors that forced him to grow teeth way earlier—and sharper—than he's supposed to.

He'd held the bitterness in his heart, causing him to despise the weak, the poor who couldn't stand up for themselves. The perfect replica of his past self.

He hated seeing them, he'd even go as far as 'taking care' of them. Letting them know that no one would help them, no one would come to the rescue. Just like what people did to him back then.

He recognizes his contribution to the vicious circle, yet he finds himself helpless as he's unable to break free from it.

Perhaps that's when God decided to punish him for it.

There's a mission that required him to work together with the other team, and met with the reprisal for his bad deed, in the form of a medic.

He didn't spare a glance at her, didn't acknowledge her existence, until she defended her patients in front of him.

One of the missions went wrong, causing the soldiers to be injured by gunshots and a grenade. It was theirs to blame, because they didn't pay attention enough, but she shouted at him, telling him if he'd given them a deserved break, it would've been avoided.

He, of course, was angry at her.

He told her she didn't know anything, that she's hindering the mission. But she didn't flinch, even when he growled at her.

It frustrated him, because even his glare would send his soldiers running. Yet it didn't work on her. The people who's not afraid of him are usually those in power, but she isn't one of them. She's just a mere medic.

He tried to kick her out of the team, but the higher ups told him that there's no one available for her replacement. He also tried to make her quit, but what he did came back around to him, as he received a penalty.

It stresses him out, to the point that he'd overwork himself to distract him from his thoughts.

One day, a bullet passes through his heart and lungs, causing him to collapse on the spot.

In daze, when his consciousness slips in and out, he thinks how he could've easily avoided it. But his body wasn't listening to him, delaying his feet to move back.

In what feels like months, he opens his eyes for the first time after the incident.

What he sees, is a pale light on the ceiling, and a blurry figure by the bed.

And there she stands, just like the angel of mercy.

She doesn't say much, except for telling him to rest, and that he's lucky he survived.

She tells him the same thing for days, before he can muster two words out of his mouth.

Shut up.

And strangely, she smiles.

"Seems like you've recovered well." She responded, "Welcome back."

She continues to nurse him, despite his snarky remarks that she easily deflects. She takes care of him with patience that should've withered away from the moment she joined the army.

It shouldn't have bloomed in front of him.

For the first time in his life, he feels the weight of his guilt on his chest. He could've been kinder, could've been softer, and he would've broken the cycle just like she did. But he chose to nurture his anger—just like his father, and his father's father.

Then again, she could've gotten it easy from the start. Though in his heart, he knew it's just an excuse for his behavior.

The day he's permitted to work again, he left without saying thank you.

At night, he wonders if she'd come to hate him as well. No one would blame her if she does, but deep in his heart, he hopes she doesn't.

Since that day, he has followed her like a lost dog. But he would turn his head away whenever she looked at him.

Sometimes he scoffs at himself for thinking about injuring himself, just so he could receive her care. Yet he couldn't help but panting at her feet, lapping up every little conversation they made. He wants to surrender himself to her, letting her put a collar around him and call him hers.

And it's all because she showed just a little kindness to him.

On lonely missions, or lonely nights, he often imagines what they could be. Living in the suburbs, white fences, and kids. The picture perfect of the marriage.

Until it all shatters on the ground.

It's not his intention to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help but lean in when he hears her voice. She sounds happier, as she shows her friend the ring on her finger.

So he bares his teeth,

And bites.

(One time, his uncle had to put down their dog

Because he bit his children for no reason—

Other than jealousy

He heard the dog whined

on the cold table,

alone, and scared

As the vet slowly pushed the poison

Into his bloodstream

And God, how cruel is it

To put a heart inside of a beast

When all his life

He only knew

How to bite?)

He pants as he presses himself into her, causing her to whimper, as her voice is long gone from screaming and crying.

She must've had no idea of what's coming to her when he called her to his office. The scratches and bruises on his body were enough proof of her gullibility, that she came to him, unassumingly, and trusting.

He had her bent over his desk, smothering her easily with his body as he forced himself into her. She was a fighter, but not strong enough to defeat him.

He had lost his inhibitions, as his back arched for the eighth time, spilling his seeds into her.

And she's lost as well, as her eyes were unfocused, and all her energy had been zapped from her body.

"Leave him." He said, as he drove himself into her once again.

She lets out a high-pitched moan when his cock stretches her open again, filling the room with sticky sounds.

"Leave him and love me instead." He said for the second time, and she cried in pain when he buried himself too deep.

"Love me," He sobbed as he pulled the ring out of her finger, knowing fully well he couldn't replace it without twisting her arm. "Please love me."

Her tears flood her cheeks as she watches him discard the ring from her, before latching his mouth onto her shoulder. Marking her with another bite, drawing yet another blood with his teeth.

He knew she had closed her heart the moment he slammed her on the table. He knew she wouldn't come to love him. But if he's not loved by her, then no one should.

[fangdokja]

🔞When he says you're his treasure, he means it—he’ll spill blood, even yours, to keep it.

❤︎ Synopsis. Trapped aboard a ruthless Spanish pirate's ship, your defiance ignites his sadistic obsession, turning every moment into a battle of submission and survival. He’s your captor, your tormentor, and dangerously close to becoming the only one who truly owns you.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Spanish Pirate Captain x Fem. Reader

♡ Novelette. #1 - El Capitán's Tesoro

♡ Word Count. 8,115

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non-con, rape, blood play, gun play, degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, sadism, BDSM, bondage, groping, overstimulation, gagging, forced oral, psychological torment, fingering, public nudity, public humiliation, objectification, forced handjob, mature language, fingering, choking / breath play, biting, slut shaming, bodily injury, physical assault and violence

You find yourself bound to the mast of a pirate ship, the salty sea breeze caressing your bruised and trembling form as you struggle futilely against the rough ropes that dig into your wrists.

His dark eyes, filled with a possessive hunger that sends a shiver down your spine, bore into yours as he approaches you with a swagger that screams of power and confidence. "Mi querida," he purrs in a thick Spanish accent, his calloused hand caressing your cheek, "you're mine now, aren't you?"

You spit defiance at his booted feet, the taste of his earlier punishment still bitter in your mouth.

The crew's leers and sneers are a stark reminder of your new reality. The pirate, a man whose very presence seems to command the sea itself, chuckles darkly. "Ah, so the little bird has fight left in her. That will make this all the more… entertaining."

His grip tightens, a silent promise of the horrors to come. "Now, let's see how much you're worth," he murmurs, a sadistic glint in his gaze as he lifts your chin to expose your neck to his hungry mouth.

The world around you blurs as his teeth graze your skin, and you realize with a sickening jolt that there is no escape from the dark, twisted desires of this scoundrel pirate with a penchant for pain and a thirst for your submission.

The pirate's rough fingers trace the line of your jaw, his hot breath fanning against your ear as he whispers, "You will learn to beg for mercy, to crave the very touch that brings you torment."

His words, spoken with a disturbing affection, make your stomach churn.

You've heard tales of men like him, those who find pleasure in the suffering of others, and now you're face-to-face with one. You clench your teeth and glare at him, your eyes filled with the fire of a thousand suns.

He smirks, amused by your spirit, and steps away, leaving you to the merciless gaze of his crew. The sea stretches out endlessly, a cruel and indifferent witness to your plight.

He barks an order to his men, and the ship's deck comes alive with activity. Rough hands grab at your bound body, stripping you of your stolen armor and clothing, leaving you exposed to the lewd stares and catcalls.

The pirate watches with a smoldering intensity, his eyes never leaving yours.

Each piece of clothing that falls away feels like a piece of your dignity being torn from you, but you refuse to let them see you break. Instead, you glare coldly in the face of the nearest pirate, the act earning you a vicious slap that sends a burst of stars across your vision.

The pirate captain laughs, his deep chuckles resonating through the air as he says, "Ah, she's a feisty one. I like it."

The crew drags you before him, your body trembling with a mix of fear and rage. He circles you like a shark, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed flesh. His hand snakes out, caressing your bare shoulder before sliding down to your chest, his thumb flicking your nipple.

You bite back a scream, your body betraying you by responding despite your desire to remain stoic. He leans in, his breath hot and moist against your skin, "You will call me 'Capitán'," he whispers, "and you will learn to obey, or suffer the consequences."

His hand trails lower, down your torso, and you feel his fingertips dance dangerously close to your most intimate places.

"No," you snarl through clenched teeth, your body a live wire of defiance.

He smirks, the gesture sending a chill down your spine. "We'll see about that." He steps back, his eyes never leaving yours as he gestures to his crew.

Two burly pirates step forward, each grabbing an ankle and wrenching your legs apart. The ropes bite into your skin as you're spread wide, your vulnerability on full display. "Take her below deck," he orders, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "and make sure she's… prepared for me."

The pirates hoist you up, their grip painfully tight as they carry you to the bowels of the ship.

As you're hauled away, you catch one last glimpse of the pirate captain, his eyes darkening with anticipation, tongue flicking put to lick his lips hungrily. He's not a man to be trifled with, that much is clear.

In the cramped, dimly lit quarters below, the pirates throw you onto a filthy cot, the stench of unwashed men and stale ale assaulting your senses. They tie your ankles to the wooden frame, stretching you out until you're taut and exposed.

You struggle, but your efforts are met with cruel laughter and painful slaps that bruise your skin.

One of them leers down at you, a gap-toothed grin splitting his face. "The Capitán will have you begging for his cock," he sneers, his voice thick with lust.

You grit your teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cower.

Your eyes dart around the room, searching for any means of escape or a weapon to defend yourself with, but all you find is a stale, dank mattress and a few discarded articles of clothing.

The pirates don't seem to care about your resistance, seeing it only as a challenge to be met with increased force.

They leave you there, alone with your thoughts and fears, the muffled sounds of the ship's activities above serving as a grim reminder of your new reality.

Minutes feel like hours as you lay there, the wood beneath you digging into your back with each roll of the ship. Your breaths come in short, sharp gasps, your heart hammering against your ribs like a caged bird desperate to flee.

The door creaks open, and you tense, expecting the pirate captain to make good on his threat.

Instead, a familiar young cabin boy, about your age, tentatively steps inside. His eyes widen as he takes in your naked, bound form, and he stammers an apology before setting a tray of food and water beside you.

"D-don't worry, miss," he whispers, his voice barely audible, "I'll come back to… to help you later." He quickly retreats, leaving you with a flicker of hope that is almost immediately extinguished by the heavy thud of the door closing behind him.

The food is barely palatable, but you force yourself to eat and drink, knowing you'll need your strength. Your thoughts race, trying to piece together a plan of escape or at least a way to resist the inevitable. The creaking of the ship's timbers and the distant laughter of the pirates above serve as a grim soundtrack to your growing despair.

Suddenly, the door swings open again, and the pirate captain strides in, his boots thudding against the floorboards with a confidence that sends a cold shiver through your body.

He's shed his outer layers, revealing a chest covered in dark, swirling tattoos that ripple with each step he takes towards you. "Ah, mi querida," he says, his voice a dark caress, "I see you've had some time to think about your new life."

You spit at him again, glaring coldly, the gesture one of pure spite and defiance. He wipes it away with the back of his hand, his smirk never faltering. "Such spirit," he murmurs, leaning down to trace your collarbone with a finger, "it's a shame it will be broken."

He reaches for the ropes holding your wrists, loosening them slightly before sliding his hand down to cup your breast. You flinch, your body arching away from his touch despite your best efforts to remain stoic.

"Don't touch me," you growl, your voice hoarse with rage. His grip tightens, his thumb brushing over your nipple, watching with sick satisfaction as it pebbles against his calloused skin. "You will learn," he says, his voice a dark promise, "to crave my touch."

He stands, his eyes never leaving yours as he strips off his shirt, revealing a body that is a testament to years of hard labor and ruthless living. His muscles are like chiseled marble, each flex and movement a silent threat of the power he holds over you.

The pirate captain, or 'Capitán' as you're now forced to think of him, moves closer, the scent of him – a mix of salt, sweat, and something darkly alluring – fills your nostrils.

You can't help but feel a flicker of fearful arousal, a treacherous response to his dominance that only fuels your hatred for him. He leans in, his lips hovering over yours, the stubble of his beard scraping against your skin.

"Call me 'mi amo'," he murmurs, the words a command and a promise of possession, "and beg for my cock."

He kisses you then, hard and brutal, forcing his tongue past your clenched teeth. You bite down, tasting the metallic tang of his blood, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his grip on your breast tightens, his other hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dueling with yours.

You struggle against the ropes, trying to push him away, but your body's response betrays you. Despite the horror of the situation, a part of you is drawn to the fire in his touch, the raw power in his embrace. He breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with a hunger that makes you feel both terrified and strangely alive. He smirks, knowing he's getting to you, and says, "You're going to be a delight to break."

He steps back, giving you a moment to breathe, to gather your thoughts and your dwindling resolve. He paces the room, his eyes never leaving you as he speaks, "You see, my sweet enemy, you are now my property. You will serve me, pleasure me, and do as I say, or you will feel the wrath of the sea in ways you can't even imagine." He pauses, stroking the leather belt at his waist.

"But first, let us get acquainted." He moves closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words.

You try to turn your head away, but he grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes raking over your exposed body with a hunger that makes your stomach clench.

"And so very… delicate." His thumb presses against your bottom lip, pushing it down to expose your teeth. "But I suspect there is a feral creature beneath this pretty exterior, just waiting to be unleashed."

The pirate captain's hand trails down your body, his calloused fingertips leaving a trail of fire across your skin. You fight the urge to whimper, instead focusing on the rage burning in your chest. He reaches your bound wrists and loosens the ropes a bit more, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see if you can be a good girl for me," he says, his voice a seductive purr that makes you want to scream.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his waist, guiding your trembling fingers to the fastening of his breeches. "Undo these for me."

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes flashing with defiance. But the weight of his gaze is too much, and you know that resisting now would only bring more pain. You fumble with the fastening, your heart racing as the material falls away, revealing the heavy outline of his cock beneath his breeches. His smirk widens as he watches you, the anticipation in his eyes a stark contrast to the fear in yours.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with dark amusement. He takes your hand in his, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. "Now, stroke me."

His grip is firm, almost painful, as he forces you to explore him. You feel his length, his heat, his power, and your stomach turns. But you do as he says, your hand moving with a jerky obedience that feels like a betrayal to every fiber of your being.

His eyes never leave yours as he watches your hand move over his cock, his expression a mix of pleasure and sadistic enjoyment. The fabric of his breeches is rough against your palm, the evidence of his arousal growing more and more pronounced. You bite your lip, trying not to let the tears fall as you perform this degrading act. The cabin seems to shrink around you, the weight of his gaze and his grip on your wrist crushing you beneath their intensity.

"Faster," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver of revulsion down your spine. You try to ignore the way your own body responds, the traitorous wetness between your legs that you know he can feel.

"Show me how much you want this." You know it's a lie, but the need to survive forces your hand to obey. The strokes become quicker, your breaths shallower, as he watches with a predatory gaze that seems to see right through your soul.

But, the Capitán's patience wanes, and with a growl of frustration, he yanks you down from the cot, forcing your knees to hit the wooden planks of the cabin floor with a jarring thud.

"Too slow and tame," he snaps, the gentle facade of his earlier seduction gone, replaced by the cold, hard edge of his dominance.

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring up at him with a mix of fear and anger. He reaches down, freeing his thick, swollen cock from his breeches, the tip glistening with precum. "Take it," he orders, pushing it against your parted lips.

The pirate captain's eyes narrow with irritation as you struggle to turn your head away from his advancing cock. His grip on your hair tightens, yanking your head back even further, and you feel his shaft graze your cheek, sticky with precum.

He grunts in frustration and leans over, using the weight of his body to keep you in place. One of his hands wraps around the base of his cock, aiming the tip at your mouth again, while the other grips your chin to force your mouth open. You fight against him, your teeth clenched and your body trembling, but his strength is too much.

With a snarl, he thrusts his cock into your mouth, pushing past your teeth and down your throat.

You gag, your eyes watering and your throat constricting around his intrusion, but he doesn't relent. "You will learn to take me, all of me," he grunts, his voice thick with lust as he starts to fuck your mouth.

You feel his cock hit the back of your throat, the feeling of choking panic rising as you struggle to breathe around the thick, pulsing shaft. Your hands come up instinctively, trying to push him away, but he's too strong.

His hand leaves your chin, instead gripping the back of your head to hold you in place as he starts to fuck your face with brutal, punishing strokes. You can feel the veins in his cock throbbing against your tongue, and the taste of his salt fills your mouth.

You try to resist, to keep from gagging, but it's no use. His grip is like iron, and your body is his to use as he sees fit.

"Swallow," he commands, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

You do as he says, trying to keep the bile from rising as he continues to pump into your mouth. The sounds of his pleasure, the wet, obscene noises of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, echo in the small cabin, mixing with your muffled cries of protest.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his praise a mockery as he continues to use your mouth. You feel the tension in his body, the way his cock swells even more against your tongue.

He's going to come, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Your eyes water, your throat burns, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. His grip tightens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his climax.

"Look at me," he growls, and you force your eyes to meet his, the defiance in yours unwavering despite the fear and humiliation you feel. His eyes are wild, his pupils blown with desire as he watches you, his expression one of triumph.

As he reaches his peak, he pulls out abruptly, and you gasp for air, your mouth and throat aching. He grunts, and you feel the hot spurt of his cum across your face and neck, the sticky fluid mixing with your saliva and tears.

"Swallow," he commands again, and you do, the taste of him bitter on your tongue.

He releases you, his cock still hard and slick with your saliva and his seed. You fall back onto the floor, your body trembling with the aftermath of his assault.

But, it isn’t over.

The pirate captain's grin widens as he watches your reaction to the grisly 'gift'. He knew about the cabin boy's attempt to help you, and he's made an example of what happens to those who dare to defy him.

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The severed head strikes your face with a sickening thud, the weight of it heavier than you'd ever imagined. Sticky, warm blood splatters across your skin, soaking into your hair and dripping in thick, viscous rivulets down your neck. The impact forces you backward slightly, and the head bounces off your shoulder before landing on the floor with a wet squelch.

The cabin fills with the putrid stench of death—the cloying, metallic tang of freshly spilled blood mingling with the sour odor of decay. Chunks of gore and strands of sinew still cling to the ragged, torn neck, where the pirate captain’s blade had severed it with merciless precision. Bone fragments glint faintly in the dim light, jagged and exposed like a grotesque reminder of the brutality that birthed this grisly gift.

You feel the congealed blood smear across your lips, the taste coppery and nauseating as it mingles with your tears. A thick glob of something unidentifiable—a piece of flesh or fat—clings stubbornly to your cheek, while a splatter of crimson has found its way into your mouth, the taste of death an unwelcome invader.

The lifeless eyes of the boy, once filled with fear and determination, now stare up at you, glassy and unseeing. His mouth hangs open in a silent scream, blood caking his lips and teeth. A patch of his scalp, partially scalped during the beheading, hangs loosely, revealing raw, glistening flesh beneath.

Above it all, the Capitán's cruel laughter rings out, his grin widening as he takes in the horror etched across your face. "A fitting fate for a traitor, don’t you think?" he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He kneels beside you, his fingers reaching out to smear the blood across your face like some grotesque war paint. The sticky warmth clings to you, a visceral reminder of his control, his power, and his complete disregard for human life.

The distant sound of pirates outside the cabin cheer seems amplified now, their laughter a cacophony of depravity that fills your ears and fuels your anger.

"So, mi querida," the Capitán says, his voice low and menacing, "you thought you could escape me, did you?" He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him.

His eyes are cold and hard, the earlier playfulness gone, replaced by a steely determination to break you. "You see what happens to those who try to help you?" His grip tightens, and you feel a tear slip down your cheek, mingling with the blood and cum that already mar your skin.

You remain silent, your eyes blazing with a mix of anger and fear. The cabin boy's sacrifice won't be in vain; you'll find a way to honor his courage.

The pirate captain seems to read your thoughts, a smug look crossing his face. "Ah, still so defiant. It's what I love most about you."

He releases your hair, letting your head fall back onto the disheveled pillow. "But fear not, I have something special planned for you tonight. Something that will truly show you who's in charge here."

The pirate captain's usually well-hidden jealousy flares like a beacon in the night, and his eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of the cabin boy's lifeless head on the floor. He wipes a stray drop of blood from your cheek, his gaze lingering on your tear-stained skin. "You see," he murmurs, "you belong to me now. And I don't share."

The Capitán's words are like a knife twisting in your gut, the realization of the cabin boy's fate hitting you like a physical blow.

Yet, you remain silent, your eyes never leaving his.

His anger and jealousy are palpable, a living, breathing entity in the room that coils around you like a snake.

He grabs the head by the hair, lifting it to your face so that the dead eyes seem to stare accusingly into yours. "Look at him," he says, his voice a snarl of possession, "he thought he could take what's mine, but now he watches as I claim you." He places the severed head next to the pillow beside you.

You feel his weight shift on the bed as he moves to straddle you, his cock still hard and demanding. His hands roam your body, his touch no longer gentle but possessive and bruising.

You struggle against him, trying to push him away, but your bound wrists are no match for his brute strength. "You will learn your place," he says, his voice a dark promise as he reaches down to spread your legs wider. "And if it's the last thing I do, I will make you scream my name."

The pirate captain's hand slides between your thighs, his rough fingers finding your clit and pressing down hard. You grit your teeth, trying to hold back the involuntary moan that threatens to escape as he starts to rub you in slow, deliberate circles.

His thumb circles your clit, each pass sending a bolt of pleasure through your body despite the horror of the situation.

"You're so wet for me," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "even when you're crying for that worthless damn boy." His coldblooded rage is a living thing, a beast that feeds on your fear and humiliation.

You want to spit in his face, to tell him that you're not wet for him, that you'd never want a monster like him.

But your body seems to have a mind of its own, and the slickness between your legs is undeniable proof of your traitorous arousal.

He notices your struggle and sneers, his hand moving away from your clit to grip the base of his cock.

"Open your mouth," he commands, and you know what's coming next.

You do as you're told, the taste of his cum still fresh on your tongue. He guides his cock back into your mouth, his eyes boring into yours as he starts to fuck your face again, harder and more punishing than before.

The tears fall freely now, mixing with the blood and sweat that already coat your skin. You feel his hands on your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, the pain a stark contrast to the pleasure he's coaxing from your pussy.

He's not even trying to be gentle, his actions driven by his need to dominate and control.

And as much as you hate him for it, a part of you responds, your body arching into his touch despite your silent protests.

The Capitán's eyes gleam with dark excitement at your silent rebellion, and he takes your refusal to acknowledge his dominance as a personal challenge.

He pulls his cock from your mouth, the wet sound of it leaving your lips echoing in the tense silence of the cabin. He stands up, his erection jutting out from his breeches like a weapon of war. You can see the pulse in the thick vein that runs along the underside, a testament to his desire.

"You're going to wish you'd been more obedient, my sweet," he says, his voice low and filled with malice.

He strides to his desk and pulls open a drawer, withdrawing a pistol that gleams dully in the candlelight. He checks the chambers, ensuring it's loaded, then turns back to you with a wicked smile. "This will be your lesson in obedience," he declares, striding back to the bed.

He cocks the pistol, the metallic click echoing through the cabin. You feel a cold bead of fear trickle down your spine as he presses the cold, hard muzzle against your clit. "Suck me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.

You know what he's planning, the horror of it all making bile rise in your throat. But you also know that resisting now will only make it worse.

With a resigned anger, you open your mouth and take him back in, the taste of his earlier release still coating your tongue. He groans in pleasure as he starts to fuck your mouth with renewed vigor, his hips rocking in time with the strokes of your hand. You can feel the pistol's muzzle moving against your sensitive flesh, the pressure building as he becomes more and more agitated.

"Look at me," he snarls, his hand tightening in your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild, a mix of anger and lust that makes you feel like prey caught in a predator's snare.

"You're going to swallow me whole, and then you're going to take this," he says, pausing to press the gun harder against your clit. "And you're going to beg for it."

You suck harder, trying to ignore the cold steel pressing against your sensitive flesh.

You know that if you don't give him what he wants, if you don't submit to his twisted games, the consequences will be dire.

And yet, a part of you clings to your defiance, refusing to give in to his sadistic desires.

"Look at me," he repeats, his voice a harsh demand. "Look at me when I fuck your whore mouth."

You glare up at him, the hatred in your eyes unmistakable.

But you don't look away.

You can't.

His cock fills your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw as he takes what he wants without mercy.

The pistol presses harder against your clit, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat building between your legs.

He's going to do it.

He's going to fuck you with it while you suck him off, and there's nothing you can do to stop him.

With a snarl of triumph, the Capitán pulls back, the head of his cock popping free of your mouth with an obscene sound.

He lines up the pistol with your entrance, the muzzle slick with your juices from his earlier touch. "Beg," he says, his voice low and demanding. "Fucking beg for it."

You don’t. You’ve had enough of this torment!

The moment you try to fight back, thrashing and squirming like a cornered animal, the cold steel of the pistol is replaced by a searing pain in your thigh.

You scream around his cock, your body arching in agony as the bullet tears through your flesh.

The cabin boy's headless body beside your pillow seems to mock you, a silent reminder of what happens to those who dare to defy the pirate captain.

"Ah, such a spirited little whore," he chuckles, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure.

He digs his fingers into your injured flesh, making you scream in agony, the vibrations making him moan in triumph. He then slowly pulls the pistol out of you, the sound of your blood and juices mixing with a wet pop that makes your stomach churn.

He wipes the blood from the muzzle with the corner of the bed sheet, his eyes never leaving yours. "I told you I wouldn't kill you. Yet," he adds, a warning in his tone that sends a fresh wave of fear crashing over you.

He leans in, his cock still rock-hard and slick with your saliva. His free hand wraps around the shaft, stroking himself as he watches you squirm and cry out in pain.

"Now, let's try this again, shall we?" He presses the gun back against your clit, the threat of another shot clear in his eyes.

You're trembling, the pain from your leg radiating through your entire body, but you know that submitting is the only way to survive this nightmare.

"P-please," you manage to croak out, the word sticking in your throat like a shard of glass.

His smile widens, and you feel the pressure of the gun increase. "Beg for it, bitch," he whispers, his eyes glinting in the flickering candlelight.

With a shudder, you do as he commands, your voice hoarse and filled with pain. "Please, fuck me with it," you murmur, the words barely audible.

The pirate captain's chuckle is the only response before he lines the pistol up with your entrance, the cold metal pressing against your bruised and swollen flesh.

You feel your body clench and jolt away in reflex, but his hand on the back of your head keeps you in place.

"That's better," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal as he starts to slide the pistol into you.

You bite down hard on your lip, trying to hold back the screams that threaten to tear from your throat.

The pain is unbearable, a white-hot agony that makes your vision swim as the barrel stretches you impossibly wide. His eyes never leave yours, the triumph in his gaze making it clear that he's enjoying every second of your torment.

You feel his hand move to the base of the pistol, his thumb pressing against your clit as he starts to fuck you with the gun. "Look how much you want it," he says, his voice a low purr that makes your skin crawl.

"How much you need me to fill you up, to make you scream." The pain is unreal, but so is the pressure building inside you. Your body betrays you once again, your hips moving in time with his thrusts despite the agony.

The Capitán's smile broadens into a sadistic grin as he watches you succumb to his will, your body betraying you as it responds to his depraved advances. He thrusts the pistol in and out of your pussy, the wet, obscene sounds of your forced submission filling the cabin.

His thumb continues to tease your clit, his movements becoming more insistent and rough. "You're such a good little bitch," he murmurs, his voice a caress that sends shivers down your spine despite the horror of the situation.

You bite your lip hard to keep from crying out as he continues to fuck you with the gun. Each thrust sends waves of pain and pleasure through your body, a toxic mix that you know will only serve to further ensnare you in his twisted game.

The blood from your leg soaks the bed, a stark crimson against the white sheets, but he seems unfazed by your pain.

If anything, it seems to excite him more, his strokes becoming harder and faster.

As the pirate captain continues to fuck you with the pistol, your body reaches its breaking point.

The pain in your leg is a dull throb compared to the agonizing pleasure he's wringing from your body, and you can't hold back the screams anymore.

You arch your back, pushing the gun deeper into yourself, desperate for the release that you know is coming. Your cries of pain and pleasure mingle, the sounds of your body being violated by the cold, hard metal echoing in the cabin.

The Capitán's eyes light up with victory as he sees you give in to his control.

He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a brutal kiss as he continues to use the gun on you, his tongue invading your mouth as his cock does the same.

He licks the tears from your face, his own passion mixing with your pain as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"Mi vida, mi tesoro," he murmurs, his voice a dark symphony of lust and possession.

You moan against his mouth, unable to stop your body's reaction to the mix of pain and pleasure.

He pulls away, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watches you squirm and beg. "Look at you," he says, his voice filled with a sadistic glee. "You're mine now, body and soul."

He continues to thrust the gun into you, the rhythm growing more erratic as he nears his own climax. "You're going to come for me," he commands, his voice low and intense. "You're going to scream my fucking name."

Your eyes squeeze shut as the pressure builds, the pain from your leg forgotten in the face of the overwhelming sensations.

You hate him, you want to fight him, but your body responds to his touch like it's been programmed to do so.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you know that when you fall, there will be no turning back.

With a final, desperate effort, you push against the pistol, the muzzle sliding into you one last time before you shatter, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm and screams.

The pirate captain laughs, his voice a dark, triumphant sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He pulls the gun out of you with a wet, obscene sound, his eyes never leaving yours.

"There it is," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "My beautiful little slut, coming for me like the breeding bitch you are."

He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture almost tender, a stark contrast to the horror of the situation.

"Look what you've done to yourself," he murmurs, his voice a silken threat.

He pulls out the gun, your cum mixing with your blood, and wipes the barrel off with the bed sheet. "You're so eager to please me, aren't you?" He slides the pistol back into his pants, the metal still warm from your body heat.

You lie there, trembling and broken, the agony of your leg and the overwhelming sense of violation washing over you in waves.

The pirate captain leans over you, his breath hot and rank as he whispers in your ear, "Now, let's see if you can scream for me without that pesky little thing in your pussy."

He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring into his triumphant gaze. His other hand snakes down to your clit, pinching and twisting it with a cruel precision that has you crying out in pain.

"That's it," he coos, his grip tightening, "scream for me, mi vida. Let them all hear how much you love it."

His fingers continue to torment you, the pain unbearable and yet, your body's traitorous response is unmistakable. The pirate's eyes gleam with excitement as he feels you growing wetter, the slickness of your arousal making his movements easier.

You fight against the ropes binding you, the need to escape this nightmare overwhelming.

But with each painful stroke of his fingers, your body responds, your hips bucking involuntarily.

"You like it rough, don't you, slutty bitch?" He laughs, the sound echoing around the cabin, sending chills down your spine.

His hand moves to the wound in your leg, the blood sticky under his calloused touch. He squeezes, and the pain is like a knife twisting in your flesh.

You try to scream, but it's muffled by the gag he's immediately shoved into your mouth.

He's enjoying this, the sadistic glint in his eyes growing brighter as he watches you suffer.

"You're going to come again," he promises, his voice dark and seductive. "And this time, it's going to be for me, and only me."

He reaches down and unbinds your legs, tossing the ropes aside. You kick out at him, trying to connect with any part of his body, but he's too fast, too experienced in the art of subjugation.

He catches your ankle and pins it to the bed, his grip like iron. "You want to fight me, baby?" he purrs, his free hand moving to trace the bullet wound in your leg. "Let's see how much you can fucking take."

With a sadistic smirk, he presses his thumb into the fresh wound, making you gasp and buck against him. He uses the leverage to push you down into the mattress, his weight crushing the breath from your lungs.

"Beg me for more," he whispers, his hand moving to cover your mouth, muffling your screams.

You want to bite him, to make him feel the same pain he's inflicting on you, but all that comes out are muffled cries of agony.

"Say it," he growls, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes you feel like you're staring into the abyss. "Beg me for more, and I'll give it to you."

His hand moves from your mouth to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off your air, making you panic.

Your eyes widen in terror, and you feel your body respond again, the sickening mix of pain and pleasure sending you spiraling towards another climax.

You try to shake your head, but the pressure on your neck doesn't allow for much movement.

The world starts to go dark around the edges, the pain from your leg a distant memory as the need to breathe overwhelms you. "P-please," you gasp through the gag, the word barely a whisper, but it seems to be enough for him. He releases his grip just enough for you to drag in a lungful of air, his smile never leaving his lips.

The pirate captain's sadistic smile widens as he pulls the gag from your mouth, tossing it aside with a wet slap.

His eyes are dark with desire, and he leans in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that leaves no doubt about his intentions. You can taste the salt of your own tears on his lips, the bitter tang of fear and despair mixing with the sweetness of his victory.

His hand moves to your throat, his thumb stroking the spot where he'd just been choking you, a gentle caress that feels almost loving despite the cruelty of his actions.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you, my sweet little bitch," he murmurs against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy with lust. "You're going to scream for it, like the promiscuous cum dump you are."

His hand moves from your throat to your clit, his thumb pressing down with a firmness that's just shy of pain. You whimper, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch despite the horror of what's happening.

With a growl of triumph, he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging against your bruised and swollen entrance.

You try to close your legs, but he's too strong, his hands pushing them apart with ease. "Look at how eager you are," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pushes into you. "Fucking soaking all for me."

You whimper as he fills you, his thick cock stretching you in a way that's almost too much to bear.

He's rough, his movements punishing as he fucks you with a ferocity that matches the storm raging outside. His teeth graze your neck, nipping and sucking as he whispers degrading names into your ear.

"Mi puta," he murmurs, his voice a dark symphony of lust and possession. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" His grip on your throat tightens, the pressure increasing with each thrust.

The Capitán's cock slams into you with a ferocity that seems fueled by his possessive rage.

Each brutal thrust sends waves of agony through your bruised body, making your injuries from the pistol's earlier assault throb in time with the pounding of your heart.

You feel your body stretch and accommodate him, despite the pain, your pussy clenching around his thick length as he fucks you with a primal hunger that's as terrifying as it is exhilarating.

The cabin seems to shake with each impact, the headboard slamming against the wall as if it's trying to break free from the depraved scene unfolding on the bed.

With each powerful thrust, you feel your body giving in to the inescapable pleasure that he's wringing from you, despite the pain and fear.

Your eyes meet his, a silent scream of defiance trapped within them, but his gaze is unyielding, a stormy sea of lust and jealousy that seems to consume everything in its path.

He grunts, his muscles bulging as he fucks you harder, his hips slapping against your bruised thighs. You can't help but whimper, your body a canvas for his depraved artistry.

The cabin's walls seem to close in around you, the air thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and sex.

"Look at me," he snarls, his grip on your neck tightening, his eyes boring into yours. "Remember who fucking owns this tight little pussy. Me. You’re my fucking bitch. Damn mine!"

His words are like a whip cracking in the air, cutting through your thoughts. You want to hate him, to fight him, but the need for release is too strong.

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the screams that threaten to spill forth as much as you can. But he knows, he can feel it in the way your pussy clenches around his cock, in the desperate way your body arches into his touch.

The pirate captain's cock stretches you to your limits, his relentless pounding pushing into you with a ferocity that borders on savagery.

The pain is a living, pulsing thing, a beast that feeds on your fear and despair, but the dark, twisted part of you that you hate to admit craves his touch.

He grunts and growls above you, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks you into the mattress, his massive cock driving deep into your trembling body. The cabin walls seem to pulse with the force of his thrusts, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across the room, painting the scene in a hellish, erotic tableau.

"You're mine," he whispers, his voice a mix of lust and possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. "Mine to use, mine to fuck. Mine to fucking destroy."

His hand slides down your body, his fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub it in quick, sharp circles that have you moaning despite the pain. "You're going to scream for me," he says, his voice a dark promise that you know he'll keep.

You feel your body responding to his touch, your pussy clenching around his cock as he fucks you deeper, harder. He's relentless, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that steals your breath away.

You try to keep your eyes open, to maintain that semblance of defiance, but the pleasure is too intense, the pain too great. You close your eyes, your head falling back against the pillow as he fucks you through another orgasm, your body convulsing around him.

The Capitán's rough, skilled fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, the painful pleasure pushing you to the brink of sanity.

With every cruel stroke, he whispers degrading names in your ear, his voice a dark symphony of lust and ownership. "You're just a set of holes for me to use," he murmurs, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "A good-for-nothing cumslut who's only good for taking cock."

His words are a brand, searing themselves into your soul, making you feel filthy and used.

And yet, your body responds, your pussy clenching around his thick shaft as you're forced to endure wave after wave of involuntary orgasms.

Each one feels like a betrayal, a surrender to his will.

You feel the warmth of his cum spilling into you, filling you with his seed as he groans in victory, riding out both of your orgasms. After a while, he pulls out with a disgustingly wet squelch, leaving you feeling empty and violated, your body still trembling from the onslaught.

He wipes his cock on your stomach, smearing your own blood and combined juices across your skin with a satisfied smirk. "Look what a mess you are," he says, his voice mocking as he stands up, adjusting his pants. "A filthy little slut who can't even keep still when she's being fucked."

The pirate captain licks his lips hungrily as he grabs your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. "You're mine now," he says, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to do everything I say, when I say it, and you're going to like it."

He lets go of your chin, the sting of his grip lingering. After putting on his clothes lazily, he turns to the door with a cocky and mocking grin. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you clean up. Or maybe I'll just leave you here to marinate in your own filth."

He opens the door, the light from the hallway spilling into the cabin like a beacon of hope that's quickly extinguished as he steps out, leaving you alone with your despair.

The sound of his booted footsteps recedes, leaving you shaking and sobbing on the bed, your body a canvas of bruises and pain. The door slams shut, the finality of the sound echoing through the cabin.

You feel a warm trickle of blood seep from the wound in your leg, mixing with the sticky wetness between your thighs. The bed creaks beneath you as you try to move, the ropes still binding your wrists to the headboard. You pull against them, the leather biting into your skin, but it's no use.

You're his, to do with as he pleases.

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The Capitán strides out of the cabin, his steps heavy and confident as he makes his way to the dining area of the ship. His crew members look up from their plates of roast chicken and hardtack, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of their captain's flushed face and swollen, satisfied expression.

His shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his broad, sweat-slicked chest, and there's a smear of something dark on his cheek that could easily be mistaken for a smudge of ink.

The smell of sex and sweat clings to him like a second skin, a potent scent that seems to hang in the air around him.

"Capitán," one of the crew members says, his voice tentative. "You seem…different."

The pirate captain smirks, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "Aye," he says, his Spanish accent thick and smoky. "I've had a bit of an…adventure."

He runs a hand through his hair, still damp with sweat from his encounter with you. His gaze lingers on the door to his cabin, the grin never leaving his face.

The crew exchanges glances, whispers of speculation passing among them. They know better than to pry into the Capitán's personal matters, but the change in his demeanor is palpable.

Usually, he's a man of few words and fewer smiles, his mood as tempestuous as the seas they sail.

But tonight, there's a lightness to him, a hint of amusement that makes the air around him crackle with a tension none of them dare to name.