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[dcrkdesiires]

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(this blog is still a wip. est 12/19/2023.)

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[dcrkdesiires]

it's january so that means my mom is BACK IN THE FUCKIN BUILDING AGAIN (the hospital). so i may be a bit slow in the upcoming days/week.

[dcrkdesiires]

it's january so that means my mom is BACK IN THE FUCKIN BUILDING AGAIN (the hospital). so i may be a bit slow in the upcoming days/week.

[kuromichans-deactivated20241105]

Come into my room and throw me onto my stomach, push my skirt up and pull my panties down, slap my ass, spit on my pussy and shove your finger into me, hold my arms behind my back with the other hand, finger me hard until I cry out, force a second finger in, pulling your pants down and your hard cock out, putting it in me, pressing my head into the mattress to muffle my screams as you fuck me, using me for your pleasure

[wantcn]

THE HAZEL GAZE of the young brunette slowly slid across the man's frame. from the tip of his head, all the way across his bare body and to the toes of his feet. she could not hide the curious appreciation that sparkled in her mind as Lily took her time to notice everything about Solomon's frame. it was, after all, yet another lesson that Lily would have to pass in order to prepare for the approaching role of becoming a wife. the brunette was not sure yet when it would happen or even who her intended would be - it was all in the hands of her father, her intended's father and Solomon. as any and all deals and arrangements were.

"i know, i'm sorry." Lily apologised for doubting him, her gaze casting to the floor in a show of submission. she should not have doubted the man. not now, not ever. the young woman approached slowly, finding her place in between Solomon's spread legs where she knelt gracefully. she waited for the appropriate gesture from the man, a sign that it was alright for her to follow, before her hands found their way to his length. slender palm wrapping around the base of it as the other hand reached lower to cup the weight of his balls. she knew this lesson, they had gone over this before. soon her mouth joined in preparation, lips pressing to the tip of Solomon's length and her tongue gently touching the head of his cock as her gaze lifted to meet his - waiting for any pointers, any comments.

[dcrkdesiires]

solomon is silent as he watches her crawl forth, settling in place between his thighs. dark brown eyes study her face, scrutinizing every aspect of how she prepares him. performing your duties as a wife not simply going with the motions, he had told her once; it is required that you look wanting, hungry for what he will give you. this is what it means to be a wife. this is what it means to be a woman of god.

her hands are soft as they wrap around him, untouched and unmarred by years of hard work. she is a woman of one of his councilmen; she would be pampered and praised for all of her days. he would shape her into mary, both mother and magdalene. perhaps he will even take her as a wife. she will be at the prophet's side forever.

"doing well, my child," replies the elder, placing a gentle hand atop her head. his voice is barely above a whisper. fingernails scrape gently along her scalp. "take it into your mouth, wrap your lips just beneath the head and bob. you can take it slow. remember, this is a holy task. you are mary, kneeling before the feet of jesus himself. be reverent and joyful."

[wantcn]

& @dcrkdesiires said: 2C Olivia & Jonathan // MEME // ACCEPTING

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A COMPLETELY different kind of an evening, Olivia knew as much, and yet the possibility of ending up in the familiar place with the familiar arms wrapped around her through the night was enough of a bargaining chip. the dinner was nice, though they both knew that the food was not the most important part, not the thing they both ached for so badly. ever since Jonathan had caught her on a date with another man they began this dance - twirling around one another, claiming, possesing, jealous, and yet not actually back together. too scared of a relationship. too afraid of a broken heart. Olivia blinked slowly as the bed moved but it was nothing that alarmed her too much. the woman rolled over onto her stomach, arms wrapping around a pillow that she nuzzled her face into before preparing to drift off to sleep once more. but Jonathan did not still his movements, did not try to fall back asleep. the brunette couldn't see much in the darkness of the night, though her ears picked up on some wet sounds before she felt a warm weight rolling on top of her. mounting her. "what the--- oomf." Olivia gasped in sleepy shock as Jonathan's hand at the back of her head pinned her to the pillow rather roughly, the broad pane of his chest pressing against her back as his legs spread hers apart with ease "J-Jonathan."

[dcrkdesiires]

the dinner was decent enough. a lovely dinner at one of his favorite restaurants, where the meal was hardly worth the price, but the status symbol was needed. the wine certainly hadn't hurt, either. overall, a pleasant evening, which was soon rounded off with a so-called nightcap before the two finally went to bed. but olivia should have known it wouldn't be enough.

it was hardly midnight when jonathan woke, cock hard once more. there was no question in his mind what needed to be done. he hardly cared if olivia was conscious; she was here, in his bed, and her holes were available.

he's quiet as he reaches over into his bedside table, grabbing a packet of lube and tearing it open. his eyes, blue and piercing, remain on olivia's sleeping features as he strokes himself, both in an attempt to spread the lubricant and also to work himself up. once his cock is aching, throbbing and desperate for her warmth, he pounces. pushing her down into the bed, sinking his cock into the tightness of her ass.

"that's a good girl," purrs the man into olivia's ear. he does not stop until he's fully hilted inside of her, pelvis flush against her ass. "that's a good, good girl. you can go back to sleep if you want, liv. i don't need you to be awake for this."

[wantcn]

& @dcrkdesiires said: 4C Anna & Atticus // MEME // ACCEPTING

"FUCK, SLOW DOWN." her gasp of pain mixed in with a low growl of mild bliss as the man's cock found its way to her pussy with no prior warning, no preparation. the new law was as easy as it was complicated in its simple terms. it stated that any and all unmarried women who were not currently pregnant could become open to use by any and all men that would wish to use them at any given moment, any given place. it was no surprise that the whole country tipped on its axis at that kind of a change, sex becoming as much a part of a daily life as buying groceries. Anna did not even need to guess who it was that took her once more, the man had become insatiable as of late and it always ended up being her who was the target of his urges. "shit, that hurt." the brunette winced, burrying her head into the pillows of her bed as if to try and hide from him, attempt to muffle her grunts of discomfort as he began to rut into her like a beast. the sound of flesh slapping filled the silence of the room, making the woman focus on every little move despite trying to relax and think of something else. no, she was utterly aware of the girth and length of her brother-in-law's cock as it forced its way into her tight, clenching pussy over and over again.

[dcrkdesiires]

"i don't think so."

atticus' voice is a low growl, snarling and angry, as he slams every inch of his cock into the poor woman's pussy. he didn't bother to prep her. there was no need. she was but a doll, a whore with many different holes he could use. that was the law of the land. more importantly, that was the law of his house. and since his bitch of a wife had dared to walk out during another argument, her sister would be the one to pay the price.

a hand presses into the side of anna's head, pushing her down against the pillow into which she tried to escape. she's so tight. she grips him like a damned vice, but with a touch as soft and warm as velvet. how could he ever give this up? why would he?

"your fucking cunt sister decided to spend the night at your parents." might as well throw her under the bus, too. a rough hand gropes anna's tit, near bruising with its strength. "so i'm going to take what i need from you."

[nyctcphiliacs]

@dcrkdesiires continued from (x)

Eyes close when he hears her voice, fuck, now he feels back. Fingers come up to press to either side of the nose bridge, and a deep breath is taken. Calm down. You need to calm down. She was just a tiny little thing that got mixed up with the wrong people. It wasn't her fault shit hit the fan when he agreed to give her a ride. What he should have done was kept his fucking nose out of it like he fucking swore he would.

"Fine," But he didn't look at her; words made him fucking sad enough he didn't need to see her to prove her point. "don't worry bout my money; it's a gas station. get whatever you want." Turn now to head into the store, "Come on, they close soon."

[dcrkdesiires]

his eyes close, and bran freezes. she holds her breath. big blue eyes, wide like a rabbit's, spend every moment of his facial journey studying. waiting. trying her best to deduce what reaction would come from the man before her. but whatever she was expecting, it certainly wasn't that. her shoulders relax. the corners of her mouth twitch upwards into a small, gentle smile.

"okay," says the woman, sliding out of the truck. as soon as her feet are on the ground, she's moving to be by his side, though always a little further back. bran will follow wherever he goes. "any recommendations?"

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[ccorpses]

How badly Meadow wanted to believe the sweetness in his voice. That there's something good and kind about the man who put in her here. As if there was any mercy she could muster out of him. It's this naivety that got her in this position to begin with...trusting the kindness of strangers. When was she going to learn?

When his fingers slipped inside of her, a gentle gasp slipped out of her lips, a defiance of her own demands. She didn't want to give him that, she didn't want to give him a thing. No hint of pleasure, no signs of satisfaction. If he was going to take what he wanted, so be it. She would not deliver it on shiny platter for him. But she slipped up with a single breath. Her cheeks flared red and she shut her eyes. Even now, against her own wishes, she was getting wet just at the presence of his fingers. Meadow squirmed. She was already losing what little control she had.

With her eyes still closed, she could feel his cock slap against her bum. Then again. Finally, Meadow forced her eyes opened and looked at the man, her eyes pleading before her mouth could.

"No." Was it a command or a prayer? "Please, no."

[dcrkdesiires]

"ah, ah, i don't believe i said no was an option here."

the words are said so sweetly, almost as though gently chiding a little one. it's in stark contrast to how he appears now, with his fingers deep inside the other, with his cock resting gently on the curve of her ass. the bench he'd set up had left her helpless, limbs bound and all three holes presented to him. it was perfect.

his fingers move within her almost clinically, though they do curve subtly against her upper wall. in reality, rivin doesn't care if the bitch beneath him experiences pleasure. he doesn't care if she enjoys any of this. all he wants is the wetness that will ease his passage.

"i'm sorry, my sweet, but you made a terrible mistake." a third finger is added, and he stretches them within her. "you have to learn that there are some people you should never trust."

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

If Matilda could have buried herself closer to him, she would have. In fact, she's moments away from turning and stradling him, just so she can be even closer - it's all innocent, honestly - when her stands up, keeping her wrapped up like a safe bundle in her arms.

"Okay," her voice slips out, a timid nod, his arms keeping her tight and safe, as they start making their way throughout the house, Tilly trying to squint at the darkness.

"I do - you remembered," Matilda offers faintly, her voice soft before she tries to twist in his arms, eyes gazing up at him as he steps through the dark hallway.

"I c-can walk, I don't want you to hurt yourself.." It's not that she's doubting his strength, it's that she doesn't want to put anybody out, she's trying to be kind. "Kinda hard for you to see in the dark."

[dcrkdesiires]

"oh, ole uncle seb won't hurt himself. you know how i am." a pause, as he shifts to walk sideways out the bedroom door. "'sides, i've lived here since i was a kid. i know these hallways better than you, kiddo. there's no need to have you tripping everywhere. although, the stairs..."

without finishing that thought, sebastian acts. he shifts her in his arms, moving her to be chest-to-chest with him. one hand shifts under her ass, supporting her weight, while the other grabs the handrail of the aforementioned stairs. it's easier to carry her this way. he can protect her, in case they fall.

"there we go. hold on, baby, i got you."

this does, of course, have the unfortunate side effect of leaving her open to him. of having her heat and warmth far too close to his cock. it is easy enough to ignore - until he begins to walk down the stairs, and every step has her practically rutting against him. the hand on the railing tightens. he forces himself to slow down. anything to ease the bouncing.

"sorry, just... just a bit dark. hang on, tills."

[carefuldosage]

sulli regretted screaming the moment that it happened, but as the man shoved another pair of stockings into her mouth she wished with every fiber of her being that she had been strong enough to stay quiet. beyond the humiliation of her own pair of stockings against her teeth and tongue, the action forced the stranger's cock even deeper inside of her and his weight bore down on top of her small frame. she could feel the window biting into her stomach, but it was nothing in comparison to the feel of his large, throbbing cock deep inside of her cunt.

she felt like nothing. she couldn't believe when she felt the tug of the stockings and found that she had to lift her head up and thrust her chest out in the night air. her brain took a moment to comprehend what was happening, that he was using the fabric like a leash as if she were not even human, just a dog, owned by a stranger. she could only be grateful that her top half was still clothed.

her cries were muffled behind the stocking fabric as he slipped his hand back between her legs. one finger found her clit and she couldn't even thrash to stop him, trussed up and stuck in the window as she was. he was rough and quick, flicking her clit over and over again, and she sobbed against the stocking pressed to her eyes and inside of her mouth, even as she knew that she was starting to get wetter. that she was starting soak his cock.

[dcrkdesiires]

despite her sobs, atticus can feel how wet she's getting. her body reacting to every stimulation, to his fingers roughly flicking her clit, to his cock buried so deep inside of her. it only makes every thrust that much easier, that much better. for these next several minutes, she is not his sweet little neighbor; she will not be the innocent girl next door. she is his little whore, split open upon his cock.

he wraps the stocking around his hand another loop, then pulls. he watches the way her back arches, how tight she clenches around him. a whore and a bitch, led by a leash. his thrusts quicken at the thought. the hand on her clit lifts up, to press flat against her stomach. it both holds her in place and has the added advantage of allowing him to feel himself inside of her.

atticus allows himself a few more quick, harsh thrusts before he's forced to pull out. his breath is coming in quick gasps. he can feel the knot of his orgasm wound so tight it is close to bursting. but she won't get away that easily. he won't let her.

with his weight pressed into her hips, he takes his cock and slides it upwards. he rubs the head across her other entrance, circling the hole almost mockingly. the length is soaked now with her own lubricant. it won't provide easy passage, but it shouldn't tear, either. either way, she isn't escaping it as he begins to push himself inside her ass.

[carefuldosage]

it hurt. he stretched her open like none of her ex boyfriends had ever done before. although it felt good when his cock had brushed against her clit, she could tell that she wasn't wet enough. it didn't seem to matter to the stranger though, as he pushed and pushed before she could feel his pelvis pressed against her. she realized that he must have been fully inside. "please don't," she sobbed into the night air, though she knew it was futile. her pleas were falling onto deaf ears.

she let out a scream after the first hit to her backside before clamping her mouth shut, still afraid that someone might catch them and she would be blamed for all of this. the subsequent smacks made her shake on his cock, but the only thing she let out were quiet whimpers as her makeshift blindfold and cheeks were wetted with her tears.

when he started to move again, slow and deep, sulli shook her head as if it would get him to stop. she felt entirely helpless: hands tied behind her back, half of her body out of the window, a stranger inside of her. she still wasn't prepared when she felt his fingers above where his cock was thrusting inside of her, trying to arouse her. "no, no, no, no."

[dcrkdesiires]

she screams, and atticus is quick to act. he reaches down, grabbing the other pair of stockings, and shoving them between her teeth. the reaction has him putting his whole weight into her, forcing himself even deeper into this beautiful young cunt. he will not be interrupted. he will not allow this moment to pass, no matter how she pleads.

once she's silenced, he brings the legs of the stockings through the window and winds them around that hand. she's little more than a bitch on a leash now, forced to lift her hand. forced to present herself and her tits as he fills her.

this distraction does not keep him from the task at hand, though, as he slips his middle finger between her folds. the rough digit finds her clit, frantically flicking across the nub. she's going to need the lubricant. he's going to teach her a lesson.

what else would a good neighbor do?

[dcrkdesiires]

working on drafts / replying to some of y'alls opens but also if you would, consider:

my nun, calliope, who i have not added officially yet but who would only really be open to n/n or d/b con due to how righteous she is

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

It's a little harrowing to think about, if Elsie's entirely honest. Her father gave her away to pay her debts. Yoshinda may care for her and sure he has been nice but her father still gave her away. Her daddy may have been mean and harsh and not good for her but a father is still a father, no?

Elsie's breath hitches in her throat as he pushes a finger inside her, a soft whine escaping as another finger joins in, pushing into her snug soft walls. "I can listen," she murmurs timidly, before she jolts a little against his fingers, feeling them curl in just a way, a way that she hadn't really discovered before him.

She mewls out a soft whimper, a quiet moan following mere moments laters, hips bucking down a little against him, head falling back against him.

[dcrkdesiires]

he allows them to lapse into silence as he crooks his fingers into her. the pads of his fingertips press into her front wall, stroking, searching for that hidden spot. elsie knows. he doesn't even need to train her, because elsie knows how to behave. her father's cruelty had assured that.

now he simply had to ensure that she would follow through. easy enough, when you offer positive reinforcement. yoshinada has never been one to care for the harsh punishments of his fellows. punishment, yes, but never something that would permanently damage. never something that would ruin.

his other hand falls, slowly unbuttoning his trousers. he pulls his cock free, shivering softly at the relief. yoshinada does not push himself inside; not yet. instead, he merely allows himself to rest against the still-covered curve of her ass. the friction of her hips ears a soft, rumbling noise.

"there you go," he finally says. "open for me. let yourself feel this, elsie."

[nyctcphiliacs]

He had made quick work of washing dirties frame the shower, only really an excuse for the man to have some time alone. To take care of the problem the sight the woman had caused. the image of her replaying in his mind as not-so-silent groans are drowned in the lukewarm water.

The shower is turned off, and eyes watch as the shower door opens of seemingly its own accord. A shit-eating grin is soon to replace the one of worry as blues land on Jazz. Mouth open cocky remark locked and loaded, but before he gets a chance, their lips connect.

Large hands fall to hips the moment fingers tangle in wet hair, pulling her smaller framer flush to damp one. Little care that he was nude and sopping wet. Fingers of another move to run along her jawline, deepening kiss, desire slowly beginning to cloud any ration thought he might have had.

[dcrkdesiires]

as upset with herself as she is for this course of action, better she shut him up now, before risking any comment. the last thing either of them need is a drawled out victory statement, complete with his infamous shit-eating grin. that might just have killed the mood. (or maybe it would have drawn her in even more. she refuses to think about it.)

it doesn't matter that he's still dripping; this is his shirt anyways. the dress-shirt soaks up the water on contact. the material clings to her form, sticky and cool. it's almost a relief. it's almost too much. jazz lifts onto her tiptoes, and her other hand lifts, to rest on his shoulder.

thanks to the shower, he tastes clean, almost sterilized, though undertones of the morning's coffee linger. she closes her eyes, digs her nails into his shoulder, and makes a noise against his open mouth. of confirmation or surprise, it isn't clear. perhaps neither; perhaps it is one of want, as well.

"damn you," whispers the woman, trailing her lips to kiss and then bite at the curve of his throat. "you stupid son of a bitch."

[dcrkdesiires]

as upset with herself as she is for this course of action, better she shut him up now, before risking any comment. the last thing either of them need is a drawled out victory statement, complete with his infamous shit-eating grin. that might just have killed the mood. (or maybe it would have drawn her in even more. she refuses to think about it.)

it doesn't matter that he's still dripping; this is his shirt anyways. the dress-shirt soaks up the water on contact. the material clings to her form, sticky and cool. it's almost a relief. it's almost too much. jazz lifts onto her tiptoes, and her other hand lifts, to rest on his shoulder.

thanks to the shower, he tastes clean, almost sterilized, though undertones of the morning's coffee linger. she closes her eyes, digs her nails into his shoulder, and makes a noise against his open mouth. of confirmation or surprise, it isn't clear. perhaps neither; perhaps it is one of want, as well.

"damn you," whispers the woman, trailing her lips to kiss and then bite at the curve of his throat. "you stupid son of a bitch."

[nyctcphiliacs]

She tries her best to keep still even as his hand leaves head, eyes closing. As she focuses on breathing. On keeping hardening member tucked between lips, on keeping the same monotonous sucking to not distract him from whatever it was he was doing about her bent head.

It dawns on her how easily she could hurt him in this moment, his focus not on her and her teeth so close to what is arguably his most tender part. But what would she do after hurting him, for one, her head so vulnerable practically in his hands? And even if it weren’t? She was beginning to feel an odd comfort in the level of control.

Attention going in and out of or really paid mind every time she received a touch of his hand. She noted the approval with satisfaction before she set herself back on autopilot. Letting her mind wander while she waited for the instructions.

Brows are burrowing in confusion as he pulls her off. Oh, him, had she done something wrong? And then he’s speaking, answering unasked questions. And once again, she does as told, sitting up, hands settling in her lap as eyes close, lips part and tongue comes out. It obviously hadn’t been the first request of this kind.

Flinching only when the first spurt hits their cheek, now that she knows what’s coming, she knows what to do. Holding still to allow him to finish, she held their mouth open and her eyes closed while he wiped her cheek until he prompted her to swallow. And so she does without even a reaction besides the smile when her eyes pop open to meet again.

“Thank you,” she murmured before she stood, stomach rumbling as if in reaction, her gaze shifting to the table. Steps were taken to the next seat before she paused to look at him, brow lifting as the hand touched the chair. “May I?”

[dcrkdesiires]

he settles back in his chair, lifting the cup of coffee from the table and taking a long, slow sip. it isn't easy, training someone with such rigid beliefs on sex and pleasure, but it is his job. he took her on as his pet. he has to take care of her, just as he would any other. the benefits always outweigh the cost, even if he can't see it in the moment.

"you may eat," says atticus, motioning with his free hand to the table. he finishes the coffee with another swallow, then stands. begins to clear his side of the table. "and take your time, princess. you've earned it, with how well you've been behaving. now, i will tell you that i've got some work to do today, so we'll have to break your lesson up into two parts."

the dishes are deposited in the sink, and he begins to rinse the sticky syrup from his plate.

"shouldn't be gone long, though. i wouldn't want you to miss me too much. do you think you can handle that?"