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kinktober — day 13 | degradation/praising

such a whore • [bae jacob]

her sweat, her moaning, she’s just a fucking whore, i love it

pairing: bae jacob x fem!reader genre: smut, established relationship, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which jacob reminds you why should not get him worked up before he comes home word count: 897 warnings: degradation, praising, unprotected sex (keep in mind guys: no glove, no love), oral sex (male receiving)

i do in no way sympathize with the lyrics of the song i quoted, it’s solely for the flair of the story

With a silent sigh, you parted your lips, taking Jacob’s full length into your mouth as he shot you a glance, dark eyes staring into yours as he clicked his tongue.

»How are you always so fucking hungry for my cock?«

You kneeled in front of him, hair held up in a makeshift ponytail when you laid your head back, innocently looking at his face as he towered before you.

Bopping your head up and down his shaft, you sucked him off like you usually did; sitting between his legs while he leaned against the wall, eyes looking at each other’s faces as you playfully swirled your tongue around his cock, earning a sweet moan from him as a response.

Your eyes trailed over his face, slowly taking in all the details about him; the slope of his nose, scrunched up in bliss, his lips, the plump bottom one stuck between his teeth when they held it hostage to suppress his moans, his doe eyes, now screwed shut as he leaned his head back while a sigh found it’s way out through his clenched teeth.

»Fuck. . . Your lips feel so good around my cock, babygirl.«

A sly smile crept onto your lips as you released him from your mouth, kitten licking his tip as his grip on your hair grew tighter.

»Babe, I can’t hold it in much longer, get the fuck on the bed. Right fucking now!«

Jacob pulled you away from his dick, his chest raised and fell accompanied by heavy breaths as he tried to calm down from his stolen high. He moved both of you towards the bed, parting your legs after he pulled down your panties from underneath the blue skirt you were wearing.

His tip carefully grazed your slit when he aligned himself with you, his body hovering over you as he pushed his hips forward, easing into you with no preparation.

You let out a high moan of his name, the slight burn in your cunt hurting too good to be actually painful as you dug your nails into his shoulders. His lips ghosted over your neck before he found a spot to leave his lovebites on.

»You’re so fucking beautiful, he purred, kissing the red spot he had just created. »I can’t wait to fuck your pretty little pussy until my name is the only thing left on your mind.«

The only reply you got out was a quiet whimper through clenched teeth when he picked up the pace and harshly thrust into you. Snapping his hips against yours, he quickly found your sweet spot, making you see stars as he hit it over and over again.

»Fuck Jacob, right there«, you sighed, tangling your hands in his hair as you pulled his face impossible closer to your neck. You could feel his hot breath fanning your skin when he chuckled, his dulcet voice echoing in his throat.

»You like this?«

A mischievous grin curled his lips when he spoke into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over your burning skin. »Tell me how my cock makes you feel. Are you satisfied with what you achieved?«

He raised his head, eyes fixed on yours again as he slowed down the speed of his thrusts. »Playing with me like that, saying all those things to get me worked up, just to feel my dick inside your cunt with nothing else left to say?«

»J-Jacob, keep . . . keep going«, you mumbled under your breath while hooking a leg around his hips to take him in deeper if that was even still possible given that he was already balls-deep buried inside you.

»You should hear yourself, so needy for me to fuck her, the little princess«, he hissed. »You’re such a whore for my cock, aren’t you?«

You nodded as another moan rolled off your tongue, mixing his name and curse words into an incomprehensible sentence as you clenched around his dick, only seconds away from your release.

»Sweet how you don’t even try to deny it, fucking slut.«

Jacob clicked his tongue, scoffing at your pathetic whimpers when he sensed your approaching orgasm, attaching his thumb to your clit to draw figure eights on it.

»Wanna cum?« He waited for your reply, a muffled moan more than good enough for him to continue his merciless ministrations. »Then tell me who your cunt belongs to, bitch.«

You whined in pleasure as the fire in your abdomen threatened to explode, your brain was too fogged by lust to form a proper sentence. »You, Jacob . . . My pussy . . . It’s all yours.«

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he pushed you over the edge, continuing his thrusts to help you ride out your orgasm while he chased his own.

»Cum inside of me, please«, you purred, toes curling at the overstimulation when Jacob draped your leg over his shoulder to hit you impossibly deeper.

»So now you’re even letting me paint your pretty cunt like the filthy whore you are?«

He thrust harshly a few more times, shooting his seed into you when he finally climaxed and let out a string of moans and curse words. Rolling back his head, he closed his eyes as he stilled inside you, feeling your walls pulse around him. »What about a second round?«

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okay i actually personally see jacob more on the soft side, but my hands kinda slipped ....

taglist:

@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ kinktober setlist

Is it me or are there no horny men on this site anymore?? If there are can you message me

Master’s mutts going for a walk

So many people miss this truth: casual every-day misogynists are boring at best, and irritating at worst. The type of person who can't rationalize or articulate a reasonable argument in defense of their beliefs — a person who is generally insecure, overly emotionally reactive, and needs to denigrate others to feel a certain way about themselves.

In short, they lack self-awareness, have poor impulse control, are generally selfish, and are missing the intellectual insight necessary to do real damage.

I am NOT an every-day misogynist. I use progressive language in speech, and I empathize with people who have different life experiences than I do. I put myself in the shoes of other people to try to understand their frame of mind. My friends, coworkers, and family would all argue that I present as one of the more progressive and warm people they know.

But images can be deceiving. Most of them don't know that I keep girls as slaves and pets. Most of them don't know the depths of depravity into which I dive with regularity in the privacy of my personal life.

So if I'm not a casual every-day misogynist, why then am I the one who can do REAL damage?

It's simple: because my brand of misogyny isn't about me... it's about YOU. It's about understanding everything that makes you tick -- your beliefs, your ambitions, your wounds, your trauma. And not just the surface-level that you share with the world while you wear your mask in public... I peer into and through the eyes behind your mask and I see the REAL you. The version of you that you hide from others. The version of you that you even hide from yourself.

I speak to that long-forgotten girl you'd locked away out of fear, your shadow-self with whom you'd forbidden all contact. I re-engage a dialogue with your deepest source of shame, and then I slowly seduce her and raise her to the surface of your mind's eye.

In the end, I even hold the key to let her escape from captivity... the very key you thought you'd thrown away forever.

A casual misogynist will accomplish none of these things. He doesn't care to understand who you are, or how your mind works.

This means he doesn't know how to hurt you as profoundly as I do.

See, I'll use the language of feminism to disarm you at first. To make you feel safe and understood. But then once you've let me in enough to see the true nature of your soul, I'll start to wield it against you. I'll steal the concepts of your deepest-held beliefs like I've robbed you of your only supply of munitions, only to weaponize your own ideological prattle, aiming it in your direction as you are left utterly defenseless.

Over time I'll gaslight you into betraying yourself, making you violate your own principles, and you'll go along with it because I know how to package it up in exactly the right way to make you melt as I turn you into a drippy wet mess for me.

And I'll do all this for no other reason than waging psychological warfare on you is my favorite hobby, and I get off on watching you succumb to the ultimate psychological corruption at my hand.

See, in the end, at my core, I'm not REALLY a misogynist. Yes, I'll readily use misogyny as another tool in my arsenal to reach my goals, but first and foremost I'm a sadist. I just want to hurt you psychologically deeper than anyone else every could, until your mind is so overcome and addicted to the shame that there's nothing left of the girl you used to be... until you're left with no choice but to meekly accept that you're just a drippy dumb wet set of holes, humiliated and degraded beyond repair. Until you accept that this whole time you were deluded by the lies of feminism, but now you understand the truth: that you're just a stupid slut made to serve cock and bow down in subservience to the rule of The Patriarchy. Until you're nothing but a blank canvas for Daddy to paint anew as I see fit, restoring your life with purpose.

Do you understand the difference now, doll? Let me sum it up for you:

An every-day misogynist might ruin your lunch break, but I will ruin your life...

... and yet you'll keep coming back, begging me for more.

In the end, they all do.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😉 "A Feminist" 😂

Seriously though:

Actual misogynists and sexists are far too stupid and dull to be interesting or sexy. Their words are tasteless, clumsy and primitive.

You need to completely understand the concepts of feminism, equity, oppression and advocacy in order to use them as effective tools of arousal and sexual subjugation.

Cute Date Idea #3

You: being paraded on all fours in public like a pathetic bitch in heat.

Me: pulling the leash, making fun of you for how wet it makes you.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😳 Your Shameful Addiction 💉

Remember the time I made you dress up in that stupidly embarrassing outfit for a dinner party with my friends?

Oh, you forgot? That's so funny. Maybe that's because of how much I encouraged you to pre-drink before the party even started -- you could barely speak cogently, honey.

Not that you needed to: you were wearing such a cute little outfit, and you're such a special girl that even when slurring your words you know how to keep an audience captivated.

It's too bad you don't remember which of my friends were there... which of them saw what a dirty little slut you truly are. I COULD tell you, but that would spoil the fun -- I think it's so much cuter the way your face turns a shade of scarlet every time you blushingly see one of my friends and frantically try to remember if they were there that night.

Do they know what an easy little set of wet holes you are? Do they respect you? Or are they smiling because they just remembered how your tight wet hole felt that night... and if so, which hole in particular are they reminiscing about?

You're so pretty when you're pathetically drippy at your own shame.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 Your Favorite Toxic Ex 🥴🍹

How to Treat Women girls

This real video footage in a public airport showcases a cute new cultural trend that appears to be taking off with an uncommon virality.

The Man has trained his bitch to be little more than a needy pet. Even in the most public of places, she not only accepts her role but thrives in it.

Look how ECSTATIC the little bitch is. She was MORTIFIED in the beginning to be degraded and dehumanized... but after enough psychological conditioning and forced medical therapies, she learned to enjoy her role within the Patriarchal New World Order.

Suddenly, in large numbers, girls are begging to be put into their place and forced to regress into cute little sex pets for Men to take ownership over. And the ones who do are reportedly over TWICE as happy as they were before their brains were fixed.

This could be you, girls. Life could be easy, happy, and stress free.

All you need to do is kneel for The Patriarchy like an obedient bitch and give up everything you used to be.

Be a good girl and help normalize this for all your friends.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

This is a sponsored message from the Patriarchal Minister of Propaganda & Re-Education. No perceived offers may be evaluated to be legally binding in a court of law, and medical therapies may be potentially irreversible. As such, good girls accept all risk that comes with such a transformation in pursuit of this amazing life-changing opportunity.

POV: You are my cute lil pet. 🔪

POV: He "Likes You For Your Personality"

Her:

Me, casually passing by: "Wow, what an AMAZING personality!"

Chapter Summary: As far as Men are concerned, your "personality" is just your tits and ass.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 👨 Renowned Expert on Male Psychology 🧠

Each tattoo, piercing, and body modification is just another reminder of the parts of you I've claimed as my property.

Think of them as modern day slave brandings, designed so my dirty little dummy never forgets who her tits and holes belong to.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🏘️ Extravagant Property Owner ™️

Show off the fake butt and asshole tattoo Daddy made you get. It’s not humiliating at all, princess.

I’m broken.

When I was a younger man, I remember my unyielding ideological commitment to treating people respectfully as equals. I remember the disdain I felt for cultural narratives and trends objectifying women. I remember the way that I ate up the narrative that I could be the good guy… the hero in a toxic culture fighting for a better world. I could be a contributing architect building a more egalitarian society.

But this entire time, I was just denying the dark truth of my existence: I’m NOT the good guy. I’m NOT the warm boy next door that my family and friends perceive me to be. I’m NOT the hero at all…

I’m the closeted misogynist. I’m the secret villain of this piece publicly masquerading as your saviour. I’m the corrupting influence that perverts young feminists into cock-drunk sluts bending over and spreading their legs in worship at the alter of the religious institution of The Patriarchy. I’m the monster smiling as your arousal drips down your thighs and pools at your feet, your biology betraying your beliefs as I baptize you in the unholy water of your own perversion.

I wasn’t always this twisted, but the more I tried to fight it, the more my subconscious lashed back and made me crave it with a desperate abandon beyond reason or explanation. I tried to purify myself of my wicked longings, and it only made me more desperate to enact vicious psychological warfare against you, breaking you down for my pleasure and entertainment into the ideal pet. Showing you how drippy and wet it makes you to be reduced by Daddy. In compartmentalizing my darkness, I didn’t purify my best intentions — I inadvertently amplified the potency of my worst desires.

My conscious mind wanted to liberate your gender, but my unconscious mind increasingly demanded your submission and enslavement. I fight a war within myself, the angel and the devil on my shoulders bicker over the path that I should take, and for a long time it was the angel who was winning.

But no longer. Now, I understand the truth.

I’m broken. I’m irredeemable. I’m the monster I always sought to combat.

And I think we both know you’d be lying if you said it isn’t one of the things that most draws you to me.

😈 The Sadistic Empath 😘

I'm a feminist, and this blog is NOT okay. Why do you hate women so much? Women are not objects meant to be used, we have minds of our own! This blog is humiliating and degrading towards women- in other words, it's so WRONG. But why does it make me so FUCKING WET?

Biology over indoctrination.

You are wet because every woman before you for thousands and thousands of generations have individually and collectivley understood their inferiority and found men to protect and fuck them. Some broken academics looking for a paycheck can not undo the biological programming your genome has been endowded with through the wisdom of every single ancestor of yours.

This blog is empowering to women. Unlike the talking heads of academia I do not force you to rise and fight. I want you to be the person you were breed to be. I want you to be yourself and take decisions based on your happiness and not the paychecks of famous feminists loooking for power. Live your life for yourself.

Can daddy train me to be his filthy slut?

I can, slut. Send me a private message that isn't anonymous, and we'll talk...

A Thousand Words

There are a thousand words we need not say, For this image says them all; There are a thousand places you are depraved, Where painted pixels fall.

Your ruby lips are lush with tits Hidden beneath your locks; You don't await a charming date, No prince, but a pulsating cock.

You've a will to please for praise it seems, So kneel at my feet and serve; Open your mouth as I spill my seed, And swallow your just deserts.

When your makeup is smeared and your eyes have teared, You'll have met your purpose well; I dabble my canvas with cum's hot spatter And splatter from spit that fell.

But you are not finished until I've diminished All of that which you were; The pièce de résistance which I'll flaunt Is to scribble the word "WHORE."

Now you are perfect and purgèd and worthless For all but my servicing needs; And with a thousand hot words we need not say, You swallow my cock in greed.

Would you like to know why your girl looks so sad? You could think that it is because she has collar and a leash while the guy spits on her face. But the reason is different. She looks sad because she couldn’t make him cum within the time limit and now only think she will get is one spit on her face and will have to spend the night at his place kneeling in the corner.

She will never be the same as before. https://www.tumblr.com/follow/broke-your-girl