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shaguro · 25 days

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I HOPE NOBODY REQUESTED THIS. needy geto :)) he’s a whiner, he begs, he’s so hard that it hurts - i hope this was good 🥹🙏🏾

synposis: you use geto’s unusual, needy mood to your advantage.

ੈ✩‧₊˚tags: needy whiney geto! (with a soft dom!fem reader. p in v, riding, choking (geto receiving), dirty talk, creampies, pet names used (mama, baby and good boy) slightt overstim but not really. — wc: 1.5k

an: i actually like this one fr. hope u enjoy it mirahhh 🩷

“fuck, i . . . i need you so bad, mama. stop t-teasin’ me.”

you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend but by no means are you complaining. a sight this rare, you wish it could last forever if possible — geto completely at your mercy, a stuttering mess as you arch over his lap, a dainty hand on his thick base as you stroke him tantalizingly slow, dragging his angry tip along your puffy folds, just missing your entrance.

“aww, need me bad, huh?” you coo, purely teasing. your free hand reaches for his cheek, the pad of your thumb resting on his plush bottom lip. “i’ll give you what you want, if you say please.”

this is definitely geto’s karma.

a taste of his own medicine. all the times he’d tease you, edge you till you were on the brink of tears? they’re coming back to bite him right in the ass. really, he couldn’t be mad. not when he’s so hard it fucking hurts — maybe you’d see just how desperate he is, go a little easy on him, even though geto knows he’s undeserving of such humility.

and with that deceivingly sweet smile on your face? geto knows you’re gonna give him hell.

“couldn’t wait for the opportunity to g-get back at me . . . you’re really enjoyin’ this, huh?” he murmurs, rolling his eyes when you respond with a quick yes. his hands are on your hips now, idly rubbing circles into the soft skin. he knows better than to move without permission because if you’re anything like him, you’ll make him suffer longer.

he mutters out a “. . . please.” so low and meek, you almost didn’t catch it.

clicking your tongue, you lean forward slightly — just enough to align his leaky tip with your hole. “now, suguru . . . you can do better than that.” and that’s when he feels it — warm, gummy walls suddenly mold around his aching length, so perfectly that geto sucks in a sharp breath, tilts his head back onto the headboard. god, he’s been waiting for this all day.

you sink down slowly, biting your lip as you adjust to the stinging stretch of his dick. so insanely thick and long, it takes a few long minutes before he completely bottoms out, inch after inch until you’re stuffed full.

geto quirks a brow, his breaths short and uneven as he studies your pretty face intently. “why . . . why’d you stop?”

you simper, your palms planted firmly on his pecs to steady yourself. “told you, baby. you can do better and ‘m not moving till you say it right.” giggling at his annoyed, flushed expression, you tilt your head to the side all innocent, waiting and watching. “say pretty please.”

just impatient, geto kisses his teeth, biting back a moan as his eyes land on where your bodies connect, the lewd view of his cock sheathed so comfortably in your cunt. he wants, no, needs more and at this point, he’ll do whatever it takes to get it.

even if that means he has to beg.

“i want you to fuck me, want you so bad right now, mama . . want you to make me feel good, pretty please?”

just what you wanted to hear.

“good boy.” your honeyed praise had his dick pulsing inside you, brick as ever. wholly satisfied, you lift your hips a fraction before slamming them back down suddenly and geto whines — trimmed fingernails dig crescents into your love handles as you repeat that motion, again and again.

once you get a good groove, the pace you set is steady, sensual — manicured nails anchored into his toned pectorals leave red cat-like marks on the smooh skin as you let out your own sweet moans, mending with the addicting melody of your plush ass clapping on his thighs with each calculated bounce and geto is losing the little sanity he has left.

and, as hard as he tries, he can’t swallow the pretty, broken sounds you’re eliciting from his throat. “fuck, mama. fuckk,” his mouth is stretched in the shape of an “o” and glistening pupils, blown wide are staring up at you through thick, black eyelashes. stray, shiny hairs stick to his sweaty forehead. a few shiny beads trickle from his temple, down the side of his sharp jaw when he mutters a raspy, “ngh-uh, don’t stop, please.”

who would’ve known that suguru geto was such a needy whore?

“love the way this pussy feels, huh?” you pant out, a smug smile stretched from each end of your face, cheek to cheek. he gives a half nod, too fucked out to remember his manners. suguru’s eyes are too focused on your bouncing tits, ricocheting off your ribcage as your hips gyrate, round n round in rhythmic circles — a sight so obscene, he’s convinced you’re heaven-sent, an angel of some sort. “tell me, baby. let me hear you.”

no . . . you’re more like a demon, that’s what you are.

suguru does, indeed, love the way your pussy feels. you’re wicked to think he could even voice such thoughts while you’re literally fucking the shit out of him. so wicked, downright foul. no fair, no fair.

“i said,” snapping him out his reverie, you lean down — hand rising to cup his cheeks between your thumb and other fingers, his lips puff and purse. “tell me how much you love this pussy.”

that’s when you do something new. moving from his face to his neck, your hand curls around the column of his throat, right over his adam’s apple. glassy obsidians filt to your face, widening as that hand squeezes snug against his windpipe and suguru inhales deeply, you feel the lift and expand of his lungs under your palm, the vibration rattling your fingers when suguru finally exhales a strained moan that physically hurt to hold.

to suguru’s surprise, he doesn’t paint your insides white with cum.

“i love-“ he gasps when the pressure on his neck intensifies, vision blurred and speckled with twinkly stars. “i love this p-pussy, so so-“ another inhale, exhale as he breathes out “muchhh.”

“i know baby, i know.” you knew that he’s close, too. a telltale sign, it’s as though his cock swelled in size and god, did it feel fucking good — dragging along the grooves of your inner walls, throbbing and throbbing, with every single drop of your hips, his balls smack dead on your globes — dripping with your milky cream, tight and full with the kids you desperately wanted him to gift you. “gonna cum for me? gonna fill this pussy up, mm?”

“yes, yes, yes,” dribble forms on the corner of his lips, he doesn’t bother to wipe it as he incessantly babbles, “gonna be g-good for you, fuuuck, feels so fucking good, baby, need it, need you, please-“

his breath hitches in his throat when the bed shifts, the mattress dipping under your weight as you plant your feet into the soft memory foam. you bounce, bounce, bounce until you adjust to the new, deep angle this position provided. just like suguru, you feel your own orgasm building. fighting the urge to roll your eyes back into the depths of your skull, you divert your attention back to suguru who’s staring at you dazedly, mouth agape.

he is so, so pretty like this.

“s’pretty under me like this, suguru.” you voice your thoughts in a salacious purr, a pretty smile curls on your lips. “doing so good f’me.”

shaky hands find themselves beneath the curve of your ass and suguru’s legs move into a bend, lifting you slightly so he can match your rhythm, the movement smooth and fluid from how wet you are. “mm, shit.” suguru’s head tilts back into cushiony pillows, eyes screwed shut. heat bubbles in his stomach, tingling through his bones. it’s coming. “don’t think ‘m gonna l-last, mama.” he’s almost distracted by the filthy sound of your cunny, singing a tune akin to gooey macaroni. “c-can’t hold it, g-god.”

“then don’t.”

suguru’s toes flex and twitch, muscles in his thighs jumping simultaneously.

“already told you to fill me up, right? d-do it, don’t hold back.”

fuck, fuck, fuck.

“s’your pussy, sugu . . . all yours. so take what’s yours.”

fuck!

with a long, pitchy groan, suguru’s back arches, whole body wracked with quivers and tremors as he shoots his heavy thick load deep inside your awaiting cunt and you don’t stop moving, no — in fact, you grind harder, milking every last drop of cum from his balls. that’s what brings you to your end, the warmth spreading deep within your tummy as you cry out your boyfriends name — a sticky gush flowing down his glistening length, uncontrollable as you ride out your high.

there’s a mess between your bodies, a nasty mix of fluids on thighs, stomachs, all over the bed beneath you. albeit, neither of you care, electing to lay in the mess you’ve created, a tangle of sore, weak limbs.

you let out a soft hiss as you pull off suguru’s softening cock, shakily resting your weight atop him. one of his arms wrapped around the small of your back and your fingertips skim across the surface of his chest, right over his heart, the beat of it a slow, soothing drum. with suguru’s cheek on your forehead, his eyes settle on the ceiling, lids heavy as sleep calls him.

suguru decides he’ll let you take control more often.

@screampied @preciousamethyst since yall wanted a tagggg

#geto smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #jjk geto smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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ouroborii · 1 year

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#waaa okay I’m done having an extended family!!!#I’ll keep like one cousin #I’ve been done for a while but now I’m done for real #what bullshit people tbh #they’ll reach out to me in 10 years when their kids move out #and dumbass me will probably forgive them and feed into the cycle of undeserving people benefiting from the mercy and kindness of others #I don’t respect them enough to be sad abt it #I’m just angry that they can’t get their heads out of their own asses #and angry that they don’t get that they’re the only family I have

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 2 years

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Grace is the free and benevolent influence of a Holy God operating sovereignly in the lives of undeserved sinners.

Phil Johnson

#grace #defined #benevolent influence #Holy God #sovereign #mercy #undeserving sinners #Phil Johnson #Christian Quotes

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yeslordmyking · 1 year

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Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,.... [ Read devo thought and prayer for this Bible verse ]

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barb-l · 1 month

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Just wanna take a moment to talk about how much I adore Vaggie's verse in "Whatever It Takes", especially this line.

Because it makes so much sense after finding out Vaggie's backstory. Unlike the other residents in the Hotel, Vaggie wasn't someone that needed Charlie to be redeemed. Vaggie had always been a good person. She was a real angel who put down her weapon and refused to kill a child, even if it were a demon.

Lute saw Vaggie's mercy as a weakness and flaw that made her undeserving of her halo. Vaggie didn't need someone who saw and believed in the good in her. The problem is that she was seen as sinful just because she extended her kindness towards someone supposedly damned for eternal punishment.

Meeting Charlie made her realize that she wasn't alone. Vaggie is an outcasted angel for showing mercy to a demon, while Charlie is a ridiculed demon for believing in redemption for damned sinners. Charlie understood how it felt to be punished for her kindness, but still persevered with who she is, and so Vaggie does too.

One of the things I love about their relationship is that Charlie didn't "fix" Vaggie. She saved her, yes, but Vaggie had always had that good in her that she acted upon despite the consequences even before meeting Charlie. Such a pure soul like Charlie deserves someone whose kindness isn't dependent on their romantic relationship. It's why Vaggie saying that she believes in Charlie's dream aren't just empty words for the sake for supporting a loved one. Vaggie may be more realistic about it, but she definitely means what she says. She has saved a demon before, heaven's orders be damned. So she'll help Charlie save many more.

Vaggie isn't just helping Charlie with hotel just because she's being a good girlfriend. Well, she is duh but also they both just genuinely care about people even Heaven abandoned. That's why she and Charlie are partners.

#hazbin hotel #'vaggie is a bland character whose existence is dependent of charlie' u just dont see her the way i doooo #just because her whole world revolves around charlie #doesnt mean she has nothing going for her as a character without their relationship yanno #that's a criticism more fitting for --AHEM!#chaggie #vaggie #this is a vaggie appreciation post #a real angel!

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nuggetsfromgodsword · 2 years

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About God's Undeserved Favor

About God’s Undeserved Favor

DATE POSTED Monday, 2022-10-03WRITTEN AT: Okeechobee, FL SCRIPTURE FROM: Ephesians 2:4-9TRANSLATION: GOD’S WORD Translation (GW) BIBLE TEXT: 4 But God is rich in mercy because of his great love for us. 5 We were dead because of our failures, but he made us alive together with Christ. (It is God’s kindness that saved you.) 6��God has brought us back to life together with Christ Jesus and has…

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#Adoration #Answered Prayer #BFC #Bible #But God #Calvary #church #God #God sighting #God&039;s Grace #Jesus #King of kings #Lord #Praise #Promises #The mercy of God #Undeserved favor #Worship

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eclipixels · 5 months

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Role of the First Lady

Summary: Coriolanus gets jealous of you talking with another boy

Warnings: kinda sexual towards the end

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You found yourself at yet another tedious event, an obligatory accompaniment to Coriolanus. You were only a few minutes together before he had to deal with pressing matters to discuss among the Capitol members. This left you to venture off alone, seeking solitude from the overstimulation inside. Every day is a party at the Capitol.

You stood out in the balcony, where thoughts raced through your mind, and you hummed tunes to yourself. The view was beautiful, and that seemed to keep you occupied, but you guess the solemn look on your face remained.

"Hey, you's 'kay, miss?" a voice inquired. It belonged to a servant boy around your age, and he seemed familiar. You remembered him from your childhood days in the districts, always present near your house and playing with the other kids in the neighborhood.

That's another thing that fed your overthinking. Being from the districts, you found it hard to believe you ended up with the Capitol's president. It often made you feel undeserving, but you kept these sentiments unspoken, afraid they might jeopardize your relationship.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You smiled in response. You assumed he didn't recognize you, a lot of people didn't. Snow was newly announced as president so First Lady of Panem hasn't made much of an appearance yet.

"You's not from here, are you?" He inquired further, settling down beside you on the balcony. You tilted your head staring at him, and familiarity sparkled in his eyes. He did recognize you.

"How'd you know?"

"I know you from the district. How'd you end up here?" His question lingered in the air, and you were afraid of how to answer it. Should you tell him the truth?

"I'm just.. I'm here with a friend." You lied, straight through your teeth. God, if Snow knew, he'd be livid. But you just really needed the company of someone, and if this boy knew he was speaking to the president's wife, you're certain he'd run away.

"I was wondering, a pretty girl like you here by yourself? That didn't seem possible, " he remarked, smirking as he casually shifted the metal server's tray to his side and took a step closer than perhaps appropriate.

"Oh, I-" your response was interrupted by the resonant tone of a particular man.

"You're right. She is not here by herself." Coriolanus asserted roughly, but his grip on you was rougher.

"Coryo," you started, but his stern glare silenced you, preventing further words. In a hushed tone, you pleaded, "Please don't harm him; he didn't know," a flush of warmth coloring your face.

"You're fortunate my wife is pleading for your mercy," Coriolanus spat before forcefully leading you to whatever nearby bathroom he could find.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He seethed crossing his arms. God, you were in so much deep shit with him right now.

"I don't– I don't know what you're talking about." Your voice cracked, and your throat felt dry.

"Here with a friend? Are you serious? Why would you lie?" he interrogated, his arms trapping you against the bathroom counter. His intensity radiated as he continued, "It took every bone in my body to resist tearing that peasant apart for daring to look at you, for even thinking he could take what's mine."

"Coryo, you're overreacting," you responded, annoyed. It was a regrettable move on your part, but much like your partner, your emotions often dictated your words.

"Overreacting? Oh darling, I'll show you what overreacting looks like," he retorted harshly, swiftly flipping you around and bending you over the counter.

"What if a reporter saw you with that man? You think it's overreacting to worry about our reputation? You're the First Lady of Panem now, but you don't seem to know how to act like it. So, I'm going to teach you," he declared, his tone demanding compliance.

You sensed his fingers tracing up your thighs, the cool sensation of his wedding band sending shivers through your entire body. His hands stopped right at your clothed cunt as he moved aside the fabric.

You uttered "Coryo," pleading for his touch to continue. To your shock, you felt the snap of the waistband of your panties hit your flesh.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not planning on pleasing you, I'm going to punish you." Coriolanus whispered into your neck before nipping at the flesh with his teeth. "Hard"

You saw him loosening his tie from behind you as you stared into the mirror. A slight smirk found itself placed on Coriolanus's face as his hips pressed against your ass when he leaned over to tie your hands together. His palm smoothed over your back, following the curvature of your spine until he reached the hem of your gown.

"I'm going to spank you," He muttered, lifting up the bottom of your dress. "And you're going to count, and every time you answer my questions wrong, we're going to restart."

Your eyes widened and your heart raced with adrenaline. Was he seriously going to punish you in the bathroom of a random elitist's house?

The harsh smack against your bare ass and yelp that slipped from your throat answered that question. He was.

"Start counting, Mrs. Snow" He taunted with a smirk.

"One." You whispered, adjusting to the stinging left on your soft flesh. You could tell he was going to enjoy this.

"Define who the First Lady is." He instructs , eyes not leaving yours.

"The... the wife of the President." You answer, composure slipping. He only hummed in response before landing yet another harsh slap, satisfied with the way your flesh reacted to his touch and the hiss that escaped from your pretty lips.

He kept asking you questions and spanked you after answering each one. You dared not to mess up, dreading the thought of starting over again. Once he finished, you were soaking, and you swore that some of it was even dripping down your thighs.

"Were you turned on by this, Mrs. Snow?" He mocked, swiftly picking up the wet juices from between your legs. "You're such a dumb whore, aren't you?"

"Only for you." You slurred, mind blank from the pain and pleasure. Even more so as you watched him put his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth, staring straight into your eyes as he sucked up the liquid.

"Hm, only for me." He whispered contently against your lips before untying you of your bondage. He handled you roughly as he fixed your dress, but he then pressed delicate kisses to your face and smoothed down your hair.

"Wait, wait, what're you doing?" You quip, puzzled on why he was fixing his hair and clothes already.

"I have business I need to attend to." He stated, unfazed, fixing his tie back on.

"You can't leave me like this?!" You protested, rushing up to him. You were extremely in need of him in you right now. There's no way he was about to leave you sexually frustrated.

"You can manage on your own, can't you? Or do you still need some teaching on how to behave?" Coriolanus teased, amused at your very dissatisfied expression. This really was a punishment.

"I'm not making any promises." You replied.

"You and that mouth." He spoke irritated, about to exit the room.

"Mhm, me and my mouth. Whatchya gonna do about it?" A mischievous grin broke out your lips. You really anticipated this answer.

"I'll deal with that when we get home."

#coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosbas #coriolanus snow x y/n

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