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Kurosawa’s humiliation kink needs to be studied.
The way it perfectly aligns with Adachi’s praise kink is literally too much to bear. For both of them.
Imagine a little while into their relationship Kurosawa is feeling just a little more...overprotective, of Adachi one day.
He’s worked up from who knows what and as soon as he gets Adachi into that bed he’s merciless because he LOVES to hear Adachi whimper in overstimulation.
Laughing oh-so sadistically when Adachi grabs his wrist and close his legs to keep him out when he places his hand back on his “special parts” after multiple rounds.
“Oh, sweetheart..” in the fondest voice full of mirth when he responds with “Let me help you..” knowing that Adachi would take one look at him and give in again.
Feeling absolutely ELATED when he sees the tears of pleasure that spring to Adachi’s eyes after he came and telling him “You’re doing so well, princess..” while pressing kisses to his cheeks to make him relax enough to shove back in for the fourth time.
Throwing heartfelt praises here and there and asking “Do you like it?” And “Aww, I know. It feels so good doesn’t it?” and feeling himself twitch when Adachi struggles to give him an answer through incoherent babbles from the mind numbing pleasure.
Actually stopping when he fails to receive an answer and gently forcing Adachi to say what he needs him through all his hiccups and aborted gasp so he can be at an all time high when he pounds back into him.
Giving Adachi’s aftercare and still making him humiliate himself. Wiping him until he stirs and prompting him to tell him so. “Kurosawa..” he starts as blush overtake his face when Kurosawa’s eyes snap to his. “Feels too good…” and taking pleasure in seeing Adachi hiding his face in his neck as he relents and properly cleans him to let him sleep.
And there NEEDS to be more fics on it.
I can honestly see this with Takara-kun and Amagi-kun too. And Nozue-San and Togawa.
And so I rest my case.
The edibles are hitting :) my body feels good and my head fuzzy💕🌱
So there's this fantasy that I've had on my mind for a while. It's one of submission, of surrender, and passion. I envision myself crawling under my boyfriend's desk with the goal of making him feel good while he play's his video games. My heart racing with anticipation, I position myself beneath him, my lips inches from his waiting cock.
The scenario unfolds in my mind like a scripted scene. My boyfriend, caught up in the heat of a competitive match, finally succumb to defeat. His frustration and adrenaline is now be channeled into a fierce desire for domination. With a firm grip, he pulls me from under the desk by my curly hair.
His eyes, blazing with a mix of anger and lust, locks onto mine as he slaps my face with so much force, the sting of his palm leaving a lingering ache. He commands me to stick out my tongue, and with a disdainful glare, he spits into my mouth. The act, both degrading and so exhilarating.
My deepest desire is for him to force my face down onto his cock, the length of him filling my mouth as I gag and struggle to accommodate his size. He holds me in place, his hands gripping my hair as he mercilessly thrusts into my mouth, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body. My makeup is ruined, my eyes are watering, but I'm so lost in the intensity of the moment.
And then, in a sudden shift of pace, he pulls me up, his caress gentle as he strokes my face. His lips meet mine in a sweet, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the brutality that had come before. But the respite would be short-lived, as he slams me down onto the desk, my face pressed into the cool wood, my ass raised high in the air.
With a rough hand, he pushes my pink panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy to him. Without hesitation, he shove his huge cock into my waiting hole, the sudden intrusion sending a searing pain through my body. I'd scream out, my voice hoarse from the gagging, as he begins to thrust into me with merciless abandon.
My attempts to push him off would be met with an iron grip, my arms pinned behind my back as I lay there, helpless and at his mercy. Through teary eyes, I would look up at him only to be met with an angry voice telling me to "be a good girl and take daddy's dick." The sensations would be too overwhelming, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a heady cocktail. I'd be forced to endure, to submit, and to succumb to his unyielding passion.
As the minutes ticked by, I'd feel myself building towards an orgasm, my body trembling with each thrust. I'd cum, again and again, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tsunami. And when he finally finished, his cum would fill me, a warm, sticky liquid that would leave me feeling sated, yet wanting more.
anyways, if there are any hot muscular nerds that want to fuck the shit out of me, my dms are open :)
sorry to shatter the illusion of the horny, kinky, bimbo girl, but i'm seething. the people around me are infuriating, and i'm beyond sick of dealing with all their crap. ughhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
anyways! back to our regularly scheduled program: someone, please, for the love of all things good, come and fuck this anger out of me. make me cum so hard and so many times that i lose all sense of reality and become your utterly consumed, brain-dead little slut. make me cry. make me hurt. make me beg you to stop. just keep going :)
*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.**･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.**･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.**･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.**･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧
Is it weird I love this like alot 😭
RIDE HOME ✦
pairing | dad’s best friend byunghun x fem!reader
summary | late at night, he catches your sneaking out and offers a ride home—but things take an unexpected turn.
warnings | 18+, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, age gap (40 n 19), obsessive behavior, dom!byunghun, sub!reader, sir kink, praise kink, etc.
a/n | hello tysm for showing love to my previous post!! i hope you all enjoy!!! (pretty long maybe 10-15k words idk lol)
the cold air bit at your skin as you slipped out of the house, your footsteps barely audible on the deserted street. you needed to clear your mind somehow; being sneaky out at night and scrolling through your neighborhood wasn’t helping.
you tried everything to stop thinking about him, to stop feeling the way you did. you buried yourself in distractions, surrounded yourself with noise, but none of it worked. every stolen glance, every fleeting touch, every low, murmured word from him had carved itself in your mind, replaying endlessly. you had indulged yourself in everything about him—the way he moved, the way his voice could slip beneath your skin like a secret you two only shared. it wasn’t just his presence; it was his absence, too. even when he wasn’t there, you felt him. you wanted to escape it, wanted to free yourself from the pull of him, but the more you tried, the deeper you sank. he was everywhere now, in every thought, every breath, every ache you didn’t know how to silence.
the street was eerily quiet, the faint hum of distant traffic the only sound cutting through the stillness. you kept your head down, hands stuffed into the pockets of your jacket, walking quickly but not too quickly—just enough to feel the invisible shadows.
then came the low rumble of a car engine.
your heart skipped, your steps faltering as you glanced over your shoulder. a sleek, black car was creeping alongside you, its headlights slicing through the night. you quickened your pace, trying to shake the unsettling feeling prickling at your neck. the car didn’t speed up or pass you. it matched your movements, sticking close.
you chest tightened. you kept walking.
the window rolled down.
“out a little late, aren’t you?”
the voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. you froze, the familiarity of it making your stomach lurch. turning your head around slowly, your breath hitched when you saw him.
he leaned one arm against the edge of the window, his eyes hard, unrelenting. there was no hint of softness, only sharp edge of disapproval that made your pulse race.
“what the hell are you doing out here?” he demanded, his tone low but with a roughness that left no room for excuses. “do you have any idea what time it is?”
you opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. the weight of his gaze pinned you in place, your carefully constructed rebellion crumbling under his authority.
“get in,” he ordered, not waiting for an explanation. “now.”
your feet hesitated against the pavement, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at him. you considered ignoring him, turning and walking away—but the hard edge in his eyes told you that wouldn’t be an option.
“i’m fine,” you managed to say, your voice weaker than you intended. “i don’t need a ride.”
his jaw tightened, his knuckles flexing against the steering wheel. “that wasn’t a question,” he said, his tone sharper now. “get in the car.”
you glanced down the empty street, debating your options. run? keep walking? pretend you didn’t care that he’d caught you like this? but something in the way he watched you—like he wasn’t in the mood for games—left you no choice.
with a reluctant sigh, you moved toward the passenger side, your fingers trembling as you opened the door and slid in. the silence inside the car was suffocating, the weight of his presence filling every corner.
he didn’t say anything at first, just shifted the car back into gear and pulled away from the curb. the low growl of the engine matched the simmering tension between you two.
“what were you thinking?” he asked finally, his voice low and dangerous. “sneaking out in the middle of the night like that? alone?”
you turned your face toward the window, unwilling to meet his gaze. “i just needed some air,” you muttered.
“air,” he repeated, the word dripping with disbelief. “you think wandering around at this hour is safe? do you even realize what could’ve happened to you?”
“it’s not that big of a deal,” you snapped, the sharpness in your voice a weak attempt to mask your guilt.
he laughed, but it wasn’t warm—it was bitter, incredulous. “not a big deal?” his hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, his jaw clenched. “you’re lucky it was me who found you and not someone else.”
your stomach twisted at his words, the weight of your own recklessness suddenly crashing down on you.
“why do you even care?” you blurted out, her voice shaking now.
the car jerked slightly as he pulled over, slamming the gear into park. the sudden stillness made her breath catch.
“why do i care?” he repeated, his voice quiet but seething. he turned to face you, his eyes blazing with something you couldn’t quite name—anger, frustration, concern, all tangled together.
“because,” he said slowly, leaning closer, his voice like a low growl, “whether you like it or not, you matter to me. and if you think i’m going to let you do something this stupid again, you’re dead wrong.”
you blinked, your breath hitching at the intensity of his words. for a moment, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. the air between you two was thick, charged with something you weren’t sure how to handle.
the silence stretched on, and he finally leaned back, running a hand through his hair as if trying to compose himself. “just… tell me where you were going,” he said, his tone softer now but no less firm.
you swallowed hard, unsure of what to say, your thoughts spinning out of control.
the car’s engine purred softly as the two of you sat in heavy silence. the air inside was charged, almost suffocating, thick with the unspoken words and emotions between them. you shifted in your seat, your gaze darting to the window, then to your lap, anywhere but at him.
but you could feel him. his presence was overwhelming, every movement drawing your attention—the flex of his fingers on the steering wheel, the subtle clench of his jaw, the way his gaze flicked to you briefly before returning to the road.
your chest felt tight, your pulse thrumming in your ears as if your own body was betraying you. you didn’t understand it—this magnetic pull, this raw, electric energy that seemed to crackle between each other. every second in his car felt like walking a fine line between control and something far more dangerous.
you crossed your legs, trying to steady yourself, but even the movement felt amplified in the charged atmosphere. your skin felt hypersensitive, your body responding in ways you couldn’t control, your breaths coming shallow and uneven.
“you’re awfully quiet now,” he said, his voice low and rough, cutting through the tension like a spark to dry kindling. “got nothing to say for yourself?”
your head snapped toward him, and the weight of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes held yours, unrelenting, piercing through your defenses like he could see everything you were trying so desperately to hide.
“i-i don’t know what you want me to say,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
the corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, more like he was weighing your every word. “i want the truth,” he said, his tone softer but no less commanding. “why were you out there?”
your fingers twisted in your lap, your heartbeat a drumbeat against your ribs. “i just… needed to clear my head,” you admitted, the excuse sounding hollow even to yourself.
“and is it clear now?” he asked, leaning slightly towards you, his voice dropping an octave. “or is it just as messy as it was before?”
you swallowed hard, the intensity of his words sending a rush of heat through you. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—could only feel the tension in the small space between you two, the way it seemed to pull you closer to him without your permission.
the silence stretched, and you could see his hands gripping the wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening slightly. it felt like the air in the car was about to ignite, the tension unbearable, pressing in from all sides.
“look at me,” he said suddenly, his voice soft but firm.
you hesitated, but the command in his tone left no room for defiance. slowly, you lifted your gaze, meeting his. the intensity in his eyes made your breath catch. it wasn’t just anger or frustration anymore—it was something else, something deeper, something you wasn’t sure you were ready to name.
the weight of his stare sent another shiver coursing through you, your pulse quickening as the air between the two seemed to shrink even further.
moving his hand from the steering wheel, his fingers deftly fumbled with the waistband of your pants, the action sending a jolt of shock through you. your breath hitched, and your gaze locked onto his, wide-eyed and searching.
“b-byunghun… what are you doing?” you stammered, your voice trembling, the question barely escaping your lips.
unconsciously, your body betrayed you, your legs parting slightly without you realizing, as though responding to the magnetic pull of his presence.
“this will teach you something about sneaking out, sweetheart..” he said, his fingers stroking softly over your damp clothed pussy, that ache softly for some friction.
“byunghun..” you moan softly as you feel his gentle strokes turn more firmly. he moves your panties to the side, now being able to feel your cunt completely with no restrictions in the way.
“look at you…so fucking wet for me baby…” he whispers softly as his gaze shifts to the empty road and you. his fingers move up to circle on your clit, the movement sending waves of shock all over your body.
“fuck sir…please” you plea as one of your hands hold onto the door and the other his wrist. “what was that, baby?” he asks softly with a smirk plastered on his face, soft chuckles erupting from his throat.
“please sir… i need more..” sweat trickled down from your forehead, the heat of the two of you seeping through the car. having heard your pleas and sounds of pleasure made him fulfill your wish, as he inserts two of his fingers in your entrance wasting no time to let you adjust as he plunges them in rapidly.
“n-ngh sir!” you gasped as your legs tremble furiously, his fingers stroking you wet walls exceptionally. your fingers digging on his wrist, you were sure it would leave a mark but you could care less as your mind was gratified on his fingers curving inside you.
“bout to- ah -cum!” your eyes rolled back as your body arched off the seat. “cum for me baby..” he’d whisper against your ear, his eyes every once in a while meeting your pleasured out state, just as he demanded, his fingers were then coated completely as you came undone.
“you can do it again, right baby?” he asks as he doesn’t take his fingers out, you’d gasp at the overstimulation he was giving you. the first orgasm was already too much for you and it was going a lot worst at the fact he wasn’t stopping. tears brimmed as you’d gasped and pleaded him to stop.
“too much—sir!”
“too much?” he mocked you as he chuckled at the sight of you tears streaming down your face. he was coming closer to your house but before that even happened, he wanted you to cum again. “you can take it baby, i know you can. matter of a fact, why don’t we add one more, huh?”
“you can take three..” he slipped out of your cunt only to slam three fingers into you again, your body lurching forward as you gripped the dashboard. “sir! f-fuck please!”
“good girl..you’re taking it so well sweetheart..” he whispered soft praises against your ear as he felt you clench around his fingers, he swiftly parked the car in front of your house, his left hand abandoning the steering wheel as he placed it on your clit, harshly abusing it.
“ah! n-ngh sir! s-stop!” you’d moan loudly your head tilted back as your leg shook violently. “fuck..baby..” he’d groan, his boner erected and visible, all from how you looked and took everything he gave you.
your orgasm was coming quick and it felt a lot stronger than before, “sirrr—! please—i can’ttt—!” you moaned loudly as your orgasm ripped through you, your body arched and shaking violently. “fuck baby.. you squirted..” he groan against your ears as he licked your cum off of his fingers, body still shaking from the intense orgasm he had given you.
“next time baby, don’t sneak out—and make it so obvious of who you’re trying to forget..”
a/n: okayyy i’m ngl this might be my best work yet and i loved it so much (as you can tell i got carried away loll) but tysm for reading, any comments, reblogs and likes would be greatly appreciated <3
mxymii out!
The praise x degradation mix…..WHEW….
praise that turns into getting degraded. getting your pussy absolutely destroyed while you’re a moaning mess, pinned to the bed as he shushes you, treating you like a child as he talks you through it.
pet names moaned in your ear.
“oh, fuck, princess.”
drooling all over his fat cock when he shoves it into your mouth.
“yeah, come on slut. you’ve got it.”
as he switches between praising and degrading you, you’re left with no choice but to sit there and take his dick like the good little whore you are for him.
Praise kink Dooley fanfic when?
Me and @x-eightball were talking about his AU (and of course I was a sinner and suggested Dooley would have a praise kink) and this idea popped into my head. Not sure why I thought it’d fit him in canon as well, but it totally does.
Happy Easter y'all!🐇
Aren't I an adorable little Easter bunny?🥰🐇🩷
let’s say it’s karaoke night; what are you singing first?
Ooooo, that's a hard question! I love listening to a little bit of everything, I love singing...oooof, the easiest option would have to be a Backstreet Boys song or something... something that I was raised on🤣🤭🩷
You have the prettiest eyes
Awww, thank you so much!🥰💕🩷
Stoned sounds good lol, how would you want to be entertained?
Hmm, I'm not sure!🤔 I'm just bored on the couch right now watching YouTube🩷 respectful asks like yours are always welcome!🥰
Got all comfy and I don't know what to do right now...🤷♀️🩷
Maybe babygirl should get stoned? Take a hit every time I get a heart? Wanna be entertaineddd!🥺💕🩷
Bored again...😔 at least I feel cute today🩷💕
@mommyheatherblog and @mommyhearther8779 are VERIFIED SCAMMERS!!! BLOCK AND REPORT! ⚠️
Can I cash app you some money for bills if yes? Message me with your cash app tag or PayPal I wanna spoil you with my money 💵
What's the catch? Sounds like a scam.
Can I cash app you some money for bills if yes? Message me with your cash app tag or PayPal I wanna spoil you with my money 💵
What's the catch? Sounds like a scam.
Can I cash app you some money for bills if yes? Message me with your cash app tag or PayPal I wanna spoil you with my money 💵
What's the catch? Sounds like a scam.
Babygirl is so feral for pretty and cute things right now!😍 Put something cute in a trap, I might just walk into it🩷💕
Babygirl sooo boooored...😔🩷
Babygirl was told to wear green panties today🤭🩷💕
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Babygirl doesn't have to work today, so I'm just lounging pretty on the couch💕🩷
Babygirl doesn't have to work today, so I'm just lounging pretty on the couch💕🩷
Oh sounds so relaxing, I’m at work but it’s pretty slow so and can’t complain lol, hope you have a great day
That's good to hear ☺️🩷 I hope the rest of your shift goes well!💕
Hello beautiful, how are you today? Hope you’re having a good day, being a good girl as usual
Hi!☺️ Thank you for the sweet ask, I'm doing very well! Right now I'm on the couch watching YouTube🩷
I hope you're having a good day, too!💕
Babygirl is bored...
Btw, like my new panties? Got a pack of different colors, they look cute on me~ 🤭💕🩷
Please?🥺
call me a good girl :3
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!😘🍀
I hope y'all are having fun, here's a pretty little lass in green for good luck!🤭🍀🩷
I feel so cute and sexy in my new lingerie set!🥰🌹🩷
Sorry that I've been off the grid, been working on personal stuff, but I'm back, I missed y'all!💕 Stay tuned for a green version of this lingerie set for St. Patrick's Day☘️~ 😘🥰🩷
spoil me💝
Happy early Valentine's Day, y'all!🩷💕💘💝
I know it's tomorrow, but I'll be working, so I'm posting today! I had planned to use ribbon originally, buuut I couldn't make it stay in place, so I scrapped that idea😮💨🩷 Still cute though~ 🤭💘
spoil me💝