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#cw: mommy kink
arlerts-angel · 2 months
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NSFW hc for kazutora pls?
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something about him screams submissive/switch whose only desire is getting you off. he eats your pussy pitifully, like a hungry kitten ☹️ he's at your beck and call to do whatever you ask of him and he does it without hesitation.
he's definitely got a mommy kink.
"feels so good when you fuck me mommy..."
he looks so pretty sucking your strap ☹️☹️
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crisiscutie · 1 year
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motherhood.
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༻❁༺ House of Sephiroth: Mother’s Day Special ༻❁༺
Summary: Read and find out. 😏
Pairing: AFAB Darling/C.C Sephiroth (HoS AU)
Word Count: 1.5k
Content Warnings: NSFW, Physical Abuse. Angst and Fluff. Mommy Kink. Dubcon.
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"Sephiroth?" You whispered his name hesitantly, stepping into the gloomy library. He stood at the desk, his head tilted down and the sight of books piled high on the desk in front of him.
"I wish to be left alone," He said. His voice quivered slightly, and you could feel the sorrow seeping through his words. With a slight shake of your head, you stepped closer to him. You knew the last thing he needed, was to be alone.
"Sephiroth, you've been pushing me away for so long... Please, just let me love you!" You pleaded with him, your voice thick with emotion as you desperately tried to stifle your sobs. He looked at you with sorrowful eyes for a moment before bringing his hands to his temples and groaning in agony. You quickly moved to his side, your heart pounding as you grabbed onto his arm. He tried to pry your hands away, but you refused to budge, your hold steady and strong. He angrily demanded for you to let him go, but you clung onto him with desperation, feeling your heart break with every painful moment, but you couldn't bring yourself to let go.
“Let... LET ME GO!” He said, with a voice full of rage. His last words echoed off the walls.. As Sephiroth can no longer hold his strength back, he sends your petite body across the room with one powerful swipe. Your body hits the stone wall, knocking the air out of you. You grabbed your stomach, the tears cascading from your eyes from the pain and distress. Even in difficult moments like this, he had never hurt you before. You know this can’t be Sephiroth.. He would never...
You didn’t look up at him as he menacingly walked to you, his boots coming into your teary vision. Without warning, a new aura emanated from him. He dropped to his knees, his gloved hands shaking as he reaches out for you.
“Mother, why... Did I? I-I would never.. hurt y-” He blurted out. You quickly reached out and pulled him close, wrapping your arms tightly around him and resting his head against your chest.
“I know, Sephiroth,” You held him close, ignoring the taste of blood in your mouth and feeling his silent tears against your skin, his body shook with intense emotion. You whimpered and closed your eyes, feeling an unfamiliar heat radiating from your lower body. You don't care what it is. You just want this painful moment to be over... 
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As you moved restlessly in your sleep, pleasurable sensations coursed through your body, making you arch your torso as sweat cascades down your body. You can feel the knot in your belly tightening and your body begging for its sweet release. You attempt to move your legs, but your inner thighs feel like they are being held in an iron grip.
You shoot your eyes open and look down to see Sephiroth, his gloved hands gripping your legs tightly as he eats you out. What a glorious surprise to wake up to. With one hand, you grasped his hair tenderly, while the other clutched the bed sheets tightly, your cunt quivering as he worked on it.
“M-mmph! Good boy!” You moaned, throwing your head back when you finally orgasmed. The tip of his adorable nose briefly nuzzled your swollen clit when he withdrew his mouth from your cunt.
“Good morning, Mother~!” He welcomed you with an exuberant smile, but you can detect a hidden sorrow within his gaze. His slit, mako eyes, held you silent and enraptured. After he lapped your juices up, he moved closer to you, planting a light and loving kiss on your lips and burying his face into your neck. Tenderly, you rubbed his back, remembering the vivid imagery of the dream you had recently experienced. Was he the Sephiroth in your dream? From what you remembered, he had the exact outfit and shorter bangs, just like him... But who knows. You’re already losing memory of it, just how you lost memory of your past. Sephiroth shifted away from you as soon as you arched yourself upward, a clear indication that you were ready to get up from the bed. You steadied yourself on his offered hand, getting dressed for the day, as he stood by.
While he waited for you, his narrowed, slit eyes were irresistibly drawn to your flat belly, never leaving it for a single second. You ignored him, your own eyes glued to the floor. You knew what his intense stare meant: You're pregnant. It's incredible how acute his and the other Sephiroths' senses are. You were just impregnated by Jenova the day before. But even with the intensity of his eyes, it was impossible to tell what was going through his mind. He was so quiet that it almost made you uneasy, and you couldn't tell if he was angry, curious, captivated, or anxious, especially about being "replaced". 
As you finished dressing up, he awoke from his trance when you tippy toed to pet his head and ran your hand through his silky, silver locks. His purring rumbled in your ears as the two of you stepped out of the bedroom. That seemed to lift both of your spirits... You’ve come to notice another strange thing, though: The house was oddly quiet. Where are the others? Sephiroth’s grip on your hips was tight, he chuckled softly in your ear as you two made your way to the gloomy kitchen.
“Mother, those inferior dullards are gone... But don’t be sad. I am with you now,” He said reassuringly, his voice full of love and a hint of suspicion, as if he knew what you were thinking. You nodded, and your lips curved into a gentle, warm smile. This Sephiroth is normally kind towards you, but admittedly, part of his statement makes you worried. At times, his personality flips are abrupt, from a playful and tender kitten to an angry and vicious lion. It can be hard to notice the warning signs, if there are any. But you know what to expect when he's like that and how to handle it, unlike the first time it happened... You could bring him back to your heart, even when the pain of his words cuts deep, especially when he calls you a traitor. You are devoted to him like the other Sephiroths. They are your lifeblood, even when they bring you pain...
When you two reached the kitchen, you could feel the anticipation as you began to lay out the utensils for breakfast, asking Sephiroth to bring you the ingredients. You planned on making a special breakfast Carbonara dish that was sure to delight him: a combination of succulent meat, creamy eggs, al dente pasta, and a hint of your 'special' milk. You retrieved the recipe for this dish, as well as one for lasagna, during your house exploring adventures with the Sephiroth doll.
You tried to shake the memory of your dream from your thoughts as you cooked, but it kept resurfacing. Before he hurt you, the Sephiroth of your dream had a different temperament to one with you now. In fact, he's different from any other Sephiroth, as well. Not to say they weren’t sorrowful and distant at times, but that dream Sephiroth displayed it differently and openly... Yet, he had this current Sephiroth’s appearance. And the library you both were in differed from anything you've seen in this house... With a grunt of frustration, you dropped the cooking utensils; the sound echoing in your ears as you took a break to ease the pain in your head.  
You were so preoccupied, you didn't even feel Sephiroth’s large, gloved hands roaming your body, the softness of his silver hair grazing your skin as he enveloped you. His towering, muscular build was a stark contrast to your delicate, petite build. He gently pulled your lace ribbon panties to the side, briefly toying with your still swollen nub with his fingertip, as silently wondered what you were cooking. You let out a content sigh as you leaned into him, feeling his loving, pleasurable touch.
“It’s too early for such energy, my love...” you uttered, before a sudden surprise made your body tense and your mouth open in awe. His large, erect member now breached your wet entrance, slowly forcing it to accept more and more of his thick length. Your voice became unsteady, the formation of a familiar bulge disrupted the smoothness of your belly.
“What are you making, Mother?” Sephiroth innocently asked, tilting his head as if his cock wasn’t stretching your abused cunt to its maximum limit. His soft, luscious lips slightly twitched, with a hint of a smirk. You boldly stroke the forming bulge in your belly with your trembling hand. In response, his breath grew shallow and quick, his livid and lustful gaze on you deepening.
“Good boys are patient... a-aren’t they?”  You joyfully murmured, nestling your head against his chest as it rises and falls with each deep breath. After registering your last words and actions, he forced his entire length into your cunt, now balls deep. A moan escaped your lips as the alternating sensations of pain and pleasure spread through your body... You kept your trembling hand on the stomach bulge, feeling him through it. Even though you couldn't see it, you felt happiness emanating from him, and you knew his smile was the biggest yet.
“Yes, Mother...”
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You guys knew I just had to make a Mother’s Day fic centered on our boy C.C. Happy Mother’s Day!
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crybaby-bkg · 2 years
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Week Four, Day Three of Kinktober 2022
Mommy Kink: Boku no Hero Academia: Denki Kaminari
Word Count: 900
Tags: mommy kink, missionary, tit sucking, mention of lactation, casual fuck buddies
It had started off as a joke. Something you had seen on one of your social media apps, asking your friend Denki about it since he always seemed to be knowledgable about the latest trends. Asking him why everyone would comment mommy under your posts whenever you posted something with your chest exposed. And he had explained it, albeit a little awkwardly since he was trying really fucking hard to not stare at your tits, but you had found it funny. Thought it was hilarious even, to which the electric blond even started calling you that whenever he saw you. 
It was supposed to be a joke. 
So why the hell are you coming so hard around Denki’s cock when he calls out mommy one day while you’re having sex? You two were casual fuck buddies, screwing around whenever you wanted to let off some steam, just enjoying each others company, but he had never used the term while in the bed. Because it was supposed to just be some stupid inside joke between the two of you, not something that made you cum whenever you heard it. 
You don’t talk about it, but it happens again the next time. Denki is above you, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his cock sliding pleasantly against your walls. He grunts and mutters little things under his breath that you’ve learned to ignore, but you can’t help but tune in this time when you hear a familiar word shared between the two of you. 
“Fuck, mommy you feel so fuckin’ good around me. Fuckin’ love your pretty ass tits, shit,” Denki groans, eyes fluttering open to stare at your jiggling chest from every thrust inside of your leaking hole. It makes your breath stutter, cunt clenching down a little harder around him, so much that it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head and his back curl into you. 
“Why do you keep c-calling me that?” You whine to him, hand hanging onto the headboard behind you to keep from hitting your head against it. Denki finally unrolls his eyes, dazed, biting at his bottom lip as he starts to fuck you a little faster than before. 
“Calling you what?” He asks through a moan, barely able to keep eye contact as he glances down at your tits again. He stops trying to resist temptation and finally just grabs one in his warm palm, rubbing roughly at your nipple with his thumb as he squeezes and gropes the fat there. It makes you whine in sensitivity, reaching a hand down to start swiping at your clit as you can already feeling your climax creeping up on you. 
“Don’t play dumb, Denks. You k-keep calling me,” you swallow before spitting the word out. “Mommy, and it—its supposed to just be a joke between us.”
Denki’s golden eyes are round and wide when you finally spit it out, and gasps a little under his breath when he repeats the word after you just to feel you clench up again. He narrows his eyes at you, slows in his thrusting to level you off with a look. 
“Do you not like it? Because you came last time when I said mommy.” He spits the last word out with a sly grin and pairs it with a rough thrust inside of you, so hard that it sends you up a little higher on the bed with a gasp. You sneer at him as much as you can, trying to quiet your moans when he starts picking up his rhythm again, cocky and smiling, as he watches how a simple word starts to do you in. 
“You do like it. You fuckin’ love it when I call you mommy.” Denki tells you, accusatory. You want to deny it, but its hard when it makes a shiver wrack through your body and your cunt spasm so hard that the both of you groan and falter. Denki doesn’t stop though, just keeps fucking his cock inside of your slick walls while you keep rubbing at your pulsing clit. 
“Does it turn you on that bad, mommy? Huh? Makes you wanna cum all over my cock doesn’t it?” He teases, grinning wide like a Cheshire Cat. You want to smack the look right off of his face, but its hard when your orgasm suddenly knocks into you so hard that your vision blanks for a moment. Denki whines in the back of his throat from how tight you’ve suddenly gotten, quieting his noises when he swoops down and sucks your nipple into his mouth. 
He groans around it, balls still smacking against your ass until he feels himself teetering on the edge. Denki only has to imagine your nipple sticky with milk to do him in, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he just collapses on top of you, body spasming as he releases his seed in your still twitching walls with a long drawn out groan. Minutes pass before he finally rolls off of you, laying a hand over his stomach and one over your own, turning his head to look at you. 
“So I guess calling you mommy casually is out the door, huh? Might cum on yourself in the middle of the agency—” he’s silenced by the pillow you shove over his face, but sadly, doesn’t stop his giggles from erupting throughout the quiet room. 
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spicy-catboy · 7 months
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I've been getting to know this asexual trans woman who lives close to me, so she can come over often for cuddles.
I'm aromantic and pretty allosexual, so how did we still manage to find something spicy to do?
Well, she likes being Mommy, and has talked about some fantasies that awakened something in me.
Apart from roleplaying while scratching the back of my head and pulling my leash (which we have been doing), she talked about ordering her pet around, telling them to pleasure themselves for her.
With her deep voice saying things like "Such a good little messy pet you are, pleasuring themselves for Mommy's entertainment. Good kitten, messy boy."
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And that made my attraction to feminine women click into place. I AM attracted to feminine women, but because of certain delusions that I was taught at a young age, I see feminine women as deities.
The thought that a femme woman would want me to do things to her genitals has always made me so so uncomfortable...
In my subconscious, feminine women are untouchable, on a pedestal, to submit to, to worship.
It's just been super hard to find a feminine woman who's comfortable with domming a tomboy/femboy who's 6'3 - but now I found her, and she lives in the same town as me 🥺
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rush-the-stars · 1 month
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Ok, but would megumi ever ask you to play as...mom figure... don't shoot me for this
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putting these two together….not sure if it’s same anon….or two different ones but!!! not shooting you for this!!
so. i won’t say that he Wouldn’t have a mommy kink or want that with you……but i don’t think it’s super in his realm of kinks……i also don’t think he’d ever outright ask….i think you’d have to slowly SLOWLY and CAREFULLY and with so much love…guide him to it. probably in a d/s sort of dynamic. it would take A LOT imo to get him to trust you or get there. or in any of those more role play-y types of dynamics that involve Titles such as that.
i think i could be convinced he’s into it by an articulate case study on his character + kink + relationship/dynamic exploration you know….like i could be convinced!! but i don’t think it’s like his go-to.
i think it may take a lot of work…..but i think it’s possible…..all depends on dynamic, trust, etc!
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canonatypical · 2 years
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Requests FAQs
I figured since I had my very first request yesterday (thank you to the lovely anon who sent that btw!), it might do some good to post a little FAQ regarding my writing and what I'd be willing / unwilling to write and for whom. Info is below the cut! ♡
For anyone who may know me from my ADCU blog (direnightshade), you'll know that my specialty lies in dark content. I lean heavily into themes that don't seem to be explored all that much and may be triggering for a lot of people. You're welcome to request dark themes on this blog if that is something you may be interested in and I will be sure to tag accordingly, but please note that I will not be touching the following content:
Underage Content (In any of my pieces, it is assumed that reader is at least 18 years of age and I will not write for canon characters who are underage).
Mommy Kink. No shade to anyone who likes it, let your flag fly high, my friends. It's just not something that I'm personally into.
Domme Reader / Subby Characters. Lumping these two together as they generally go hand in hand. Again, no shade to anyone who enjoys this content, as stated before, it's just simply not for me. I will however, make slight exceptions for male characters who I feel are switches (though please be aware I still will not lean heavily into the subby side of things for them).
That being said, I'm pretty open to writing a lot of things. If it so happens that I come across a request that I don't particularly jive with I will let you know. But please keep in mind, just because I do not like something it does not make your likes and desires any less valid.
Characters & Fandoms I will Write For
*This list may change depending on my growing/waning interests.
Stranger Things:
Eddie Munson x Reader
Steve Harrington x Reader
Robin Buckley x Reader
Billy Hargrove x Reader
Eddie Munson x Reader x Chrissy Cunningham
Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson x Reader x Robin Buckley
Billy Hargrove x Reader x Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Tony Stark x Reader
Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Sif x Reader
Loki Laufeyson x Reader x Sif
Hela x Reader
Loki Laufeyson x Reader x Hela
Valkyrie x Reader
Frank Castle x Reader
Grant Ward x Reader
Robbie Reyes x Reader
Elektra Natchios x Reader
Elektra Natchios x Reader x Matt Murdock
Billy Russo x Reader
I do write anime pieces, so if anyone is interested in that, you can find my anime blog here: @yoursinsintome. I will write for Attack On Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamisama Kiss, Spy x Family, Devil's Line, Death Note, High Rise Invasion, Fruits Baskets and some others.
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paperdildos · 11 months
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I want him to use my body for his morning wood when he first wakes up 🤭 it doesn't matter if I'm still asleep, have me wake up full of cum and moaning in my ear how naughty it feels
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fushigurro · 5 months
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𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐.
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𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / mommy kink, mdlb vibes / handjob / edging / crying / mentions of punishment / technically gender neutral aside from reader being called ‘mommy’ / almost 1k words
idk y'all. i can no longer deprive my mommy domme spirit of what it needs. if it's ooc... just look away. I NEED THIS OKAY. and he needs to be punished and then babied a lil bit. it would fix him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BOY!!!!!
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Your ribs might as well be fused together given the way you’re pressed so tightly to each other’s sides, skin welded to skin as blood pulses life throughout the both of you. It’s the moments like these that make you realize he’s more human than most would like to believe. 
You can see it in the way that very same blood causes him to flush various shades of pink and red, can feel it in every tremor of the muscles that work so hard to hold him upright. Satoru Gojo is more of a human being than ever when he’s in your grasp, and that’s precisely why he’s always so eager to be within it.
The bed is plush beneath him but it doesn’t compare to the comforting sensation of your arm secured around his waist to keep him close, making him feel warm and enveloped even as the crisp air nips at his exposed skin. Your other hand is wrapped around the red, weeping mess that is his cock, hard and throbbing to the point it causes pain, because you’ve already edged him three times and are now heading for a fourth. Though he’s hoping that perhaps this time you’ll bring him to the edge and let him tumble over it.
Legs spread, Satoru’s head thuds against the wall behind the bed as he swallows thickly, panting as your palm continues to squelch along his length with every slow and precise stroke. His face is wet with tears and he has one hand fisted into the sheets while the other spreads along the inside of your thigh and grips for purchase. 
Where he once was so incredibly vocal, he is now reduced to a being that can only offer soft sobs and whimpers in reaction to your loving torture, and this is how you’re able to tell that he is at his limits. You’ve broken him with your steadfast yet gentle punishment, edged him until he’s bleary-eyed and obedient like a needy child, and your efforts have been successful, so you think there’s no need to drag things out for much longer.
“Mommy, p-please…” he begs in a whisper, voice warped by tears and hips struggling to refrain from bucking up into your hand. Satoru has repented for his earlier transgressions and has since lost the attitude that had gotten him into this situation. You’re starting to feel rather merciful towards him now.
You turn your head to press your lips against his temple, soothing him with a kiss there and mumbling, “Shhh, I know, baby.”
Satoru shudders at the feeling of your warm breath and words floating around his ear, and he’s fallen deep into a space that fills his head completely with fluffy clouds and stardust. He needs you to give him permission to let go, to finally give in to the pleasure you’ve been withholding from him.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” you ask, tasting the salt of the tears upon his cheek.
Satoru breathes in a small gasp, hips twitching as he nods enthusiastically. “Mhm, yeah—yeahyeahyeah,” he answers you with desperation, suddenly filled with hope that you’ll give him a much-needed orgasm. “I’ll be good, mommy, promise.”
You grin at the way he slurs his words and vows to be obedient despite his insolent nature. “Alright then,” you reply, your permissive tone like music to his ears as your hand continues its rhythm. “You can go ahead and cum for me, Satoru.”
He immediately releases a moan of pure relief and lets his eyes roll to the back of his head, muscles finally relaxing now that he doesn’t have to fight off impending release. He can simply float in a cloud of bliss and let the pleasure wash over him when it finally comes, which is going to be much sooner rather than later at this rate.
Satoru’s grasp on you tightens along with his balls and abs, lungs struggling to breathe properly as your hand picks up its pace a hardly noticeable amount—but it’s enough for him, and that’s evident by how he pants and moans in little ‘ah, ah, ah’s that fill the air.
“That’s it, angel; give it to me,” you goad gently, and that’s all it takes. With one final choked cry, Satoru tenses up and releases ropes of cum that land hotly on his thighs, his stomach, and your fingers, painting them sticky white. It drives him into an even more mindless state than before, and after he’s done sobbing out his pleasure, he begins to crumple into you regardless of his size.
White hair tickles your neck as he makes a home there. “Messy boy,” You giggle lightly and grant his cheek with a kiss, admiring the way he’s covered the both of you with such a heavy load. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Satoru tucks his face further into your neck with a pout. “Mm. You’re mean.”
Rolling your eyes, you playfully shake your head. "Oh yes, I know. I’m just the meanest mommy in the whole wide world," you reply jokingly. "I never ever let my baby cum or give him kisses or hugs or snuggles afterwards. I'm just the absolute worst."
All he does is huff against you and stay silent for several moments afterwards while you rub a comforting hand along his arm. After his body’s gone slack and breathing has evened out into a slow tickle along your skin, you begin to suspect that he’s about to doze off.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. We still need to get you cleaned up.”
Satoru shuffles and whines, wrapping an arm around your waist and trying to force his oversized body even closer to yours in protest.
“Uh uh, don’t whine,” you warn with a slightly firmer tone. “No more attitude today. Not unless you want another punishment.”
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tojisun · 28 days
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and if johnny’s interest in mommy kink gets instigated by kyle (without kyle knowing), what then
thinking about johnny accidentally snooping on kyle’s phone. he didn’t mean to, really. he just heard kyle’s phone ringing, saw the contact name being mommy, and hollered for his friend.
poor chap practically tore the phone from johnny’s hand before racing out of the room. price and ghost were just as astonished as johnny was, the three of them making awkward eye contact with each other because, truly, what the fuck.
kyle was all tight-lipped when he returned, glaring at johnny for butting into his business but johnny swore he didn’t—
“it’s y’r mum! what’d ya want me to do? let it go to voicemail?”
“it isn’t–” kyle’s lips curled like he tasted something sour. “just. mind your business next time.”
there was a heartbeat of silence, before soft chortles rumbled from their captain. johnny realized, at the sound of price’s laughter, what type of mommy, exactly, was calling kyle.
“oh, shit,” he murmured, something like desire filling him up. he ignored ghost’s stare or their captain’s petering laughter; he ignored the wafting question that descended on them all because kyle was looking at him with something like understanding.
like recognition.
“she would love you,” kyle said after a while, smiling. “do you want a mommy, ‘tavish?”
it was said so softly, so quietly, and yet it rang like a gunshot in johnny’s head. he didn’t even realize the ragged rasp of his breath or the way his body hunched over in his desire. all he knew, all he could focus on, was the invitation that kyle was giving him.
“please,” he muttered, too needy for anything louder.
you are the best thing to ever happen to him. the prettiest thing; all crooning and teasing, all dimpled smile and quiet giggles. johnny thought all he would have gotten was a quick fuck—get his dick wet, explore his new kink, maybe even shed a few tears; he really didn’t know what he was looking for.
but then, there you were. are.
so accepting. so lovely. so desirable in a way that had him begging for more, his words all slurred with his tears and desperation.
“please,” he said to you too then. he couldn’t voice out what it was he really wanted to say. but he didn’t need to, not with the way you cupped his cheeks and brushed away the tears and sweat staining his flushed cheeks.
“of course,” you said. “such a good boy, f’me.”
johnny dropped his face on the soft of your lap, trying to tamp down the tears. the hiccups.
he shivered at the rougher hands that also began to play with his hair.
“so good f’r us, johnny,” kyle added, so soft. so careful.
johnny shivered, desire bloating.
he really needed to give kyle a fruit basket or something.
“i really thought it’d be you into that,” price murmurs when it’s just him and simon, before taking a drag on his cig.
simon almost chokes on his whiskey. “what?” he croaks out.
price breathes out the smoke, fingers drumming on the table, only to shrug and keep to himself again.
simon gawks because what the hell.
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crisiscutie · 9 months
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Who was the first sephiroth in the house?
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HoS origins time? I was working on this in my drafts, so why not a sneak peek?
To answer your question directly, though? Technically OG Sephy, as he and HIS Jenova spawned right there, in the basement. Unfortunately, he needed to mold a Jenova meat puppet, since his damaged body was still encased in the mako crystal. But the first Crisis Cutie one to first discover the darling? Our sweet, broken boy...
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The gloomy woods were witness to C.C. Sephiroth's vicious rampage after he was taken away from his Jenova during the Nibelheim Incident. What possibly happened? He had just finished dealing with the unwelcome interruption to his reunion with his dear Mother, but now he finds himself in a wooded area without any sign of her or his beloved. So in a fit of feral rage, he screamed out for his "Mother", his bellowing voice echoing through the woods as he attempted to raze the surrounding trees to the ground. The trees refused to catch fire, further fueling his desire to destroy everything in his path. His desperation grew until he felt a faint calling from somewhere, or someone, catching his attention. Thinking it could be "Mother" he rushed towards it, being sure to cut anything resembling humanity or civilization down on the way.
He wandered for the longest, until he came across a mysterious garden, bathed in an eerie sunlight that cast a gloomy atmosphere. Even though he felt the urge to torch it to the ground, he only instinctively gripped his Masamune tightly, as if it were a deadly security blanket, as it gave him assurance to explore further. The garden was a sea of colors, and amid it all, he found a young woman resting on a bed of petals.
Despite the usual disgust he felt for such a place, he pressed closer, drawn by her. He felt so close to her... He scrutinized her with his dark mako eyes, trying to determine if she was his darling he had left behind at the Shinra Manor or his "Mother"...
As he stared at the peacefully sleeping darling, the Jenova cells within him reacted fiercely, causing a sharp, agonizing headache that made him fall to his knees. He struggled to sort out his memories, emotions, and doubts about her true identity, but found himself unable to shake his fixation on her body. As he rose back up, he took slow, limping steps, trying to piece together the fragments of his shattered mind. His dangerous, velvety voice echoed with each step he took towards her, and he couldn't resist breaking out in multiple dark chuckles. He then held the sleeping darling possessively, his lips trailing kisses down her neck as he whispered his twisted thoughts.
"We reunite at last, Mother."
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spicy-catboy · 9 months
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Having fun with my girltoys 😇
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darby-rowe · 3 months
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coryo with a ball gag. delicious. but society should consider: coryo w a ring gag. mouth forced open, unable to speak properly but drooling. big stupid puppy dog eyes, can’t talk properly. can still make him lick ur cunt. uncomfortable ache in his jaw when u take it out, being all soft and silent bc his mouth hurts but still so needy. eating u out after hours bc he’s just so so desperate to taste ur cunt even if his jaw burns every time he opens his mouth slightly
mouth. WATERING.
18+ | nsfw | mdni
cw fem!dom!reader, sub!coryo, degradation, dirty talk, cunnilingus, mommy kink
coryo would look so pretty sitting on his knees, looking up at you with those dumb pretty blue eyes of his. every time you gripped onto his blonde curls he’d whimper, expecting you to bring his head closer towards your delicious cunt, but alas all you do as sit on the edge of your bed and take in the view.
“can’t help but drool when you look at my pussy, can’t ya?” you taunted, loving the way he was unable to hide how much he was drooling due to the ring gag keeping his mouth again. “you wanna taste me sooo bad, don’t you? want this pussy in your mouth, licking my clit like some pathetic bitch, yeah?”
all coryo could do was nod desperately, his eyebrows furrowing in desperate frustration. you took note of the way he squirmed on his knees, the tip of his cock leaking pre all over his rock hard shaft. it took everything within you not to give in.
“my pretty boy,” you cooed, fingers tangling within coryo’s curls. “i wanna hear you say please. say, ‘please, mommy’ and i’ll let you eat my pussy,”
coryo knew speech was impossible with the ring gag, but damnit, he still tried. more drool left his mouth as he babbled incoherently up at you, his noises slightly reminiscing the words ‘please, mommy’. his blue eyes were wet — was he crying? — as he begged and pleaded to taste you.
you finally gave him mercy and shoved his pathetic, pretty face deep into your cunt, eyes rolling back as his needy tongue went to work on your clit.
and all you could do was sit back on your elbows, moaning delightfully as the pretty boy in between your legs ate you out for what felt like hours.
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prettilyly · 4 months
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I see a lot of cnc somno posts about going down on someone or using their cock/pussy while they're asleep but I think we should talk more about using their mouth right away.
For men it's easy, you push the mouth open and slide your dick in there, but for women, we'd have to rub on the person's face. Let them feel the warmth and wetness and wake up confused, seeing us on top of them. They'd look at us still half asleep, try to talk, be shushed by our pussy putting more pressure on their mouth, and realize what we want.
They'd start to lick and suck and once we cum we could just give them a little forehead kiss and put them back to sleep. Wouldn't it be fun to then mess with their head the next day and pretend it never happened and they dreamt about the whole thing? After all, they wouldn't have any proof it did, and licking a pussy while half asleep doesn't require a lot of focus, so they wouldn't have woken up enough to have clear memories. Especially if we ordered them to keep their eyes closed.
Gaslighting them like : "Come on, if I wanted to have my way with you, don't you think I would've done something easier than sit on top of you and wake you up? Don't you think I would've, on the contrary, made sure you stayed a sleep? You just had a naughty dream because you couldn't keep me out of your dirty mind. You're so cute💕"
I don't know, there's just something really tempting about that.
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torutorubozu · 7 months
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kashimo with a mommy kink. having to punish him bc he's suchhhh a tease and sends u the sluttiest photos of him all dressed up in your lingerie while you're working a shift. always taunting you and then when it cums (ha) down to it? can't handle it.
bending him over ur knee n spanking him as punishment and the bitch fuckin cums just from that, just to spite u and the punishment. yeah he's callin u mommy but he's the brattiest slut and the sluttiest brat to ever live.
mwah
grips you. why do you have such a big brain.
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oh i’m sure he does this lots. you’ve never really punished him for it, and that’ll change today.
bending him over your knee and holding his head down, and a spank on that sensitive ass is enough to get him to cum.
call him gross, call him a cheap whore, call him a pathetic bitch, and it’ll get him more and more turned on. hell he quite literally just agrees to whatever you call him.
“y—yeah! m’your pathetic little bitch, mommy!” he would say, with tears in his eyes, looking at you with a flushed face.
you had him count how many times he’s orgasmed until he apologized and my god he couldn’t even pass 3. he would whine like a bitch and you’d make him count again and again until he got it right. and no he’s not going to apologize to you for being a slut because that’s just the brat he is.
you end up going on with this punishment until he’s unable to cum anymore. all he’s able to do is whine out your name and ‘mommy’ over and over again. will this teach his lesson, though? no. not at all. he definitely will do this again, just for this punishment all over again.
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hey hey hey. don't mind me, i'm just a friendly little nit who's come to bring you my brainrot of the day.
i don't know how often you write him, but - just hear me out - gaz with a mommy kink. i feel like he's the type to have lost a lot of his non-military contact with women, including maybe his own family, so he's really just desperate for feminine approval. but the poor baby is too afraid to tell anyone about it because he doesn't want his partner to think he's weird or something like that. :(
so when he comes home from an op, off his rocker from desperation, he accidentally lets it slip while he's practically fucking them like a dog in heat. what he doesn't expect is that they don't mind, and it just melts his brain to nothing.
friendly neighborhood nit, over and out.
I TRIPPED AND FELL AND PASSED OUT READING THIS OHHHH MY GOD!! my friendly neighbourhood nit i hope u know im kissing u on the mouth rn. THANK U FOR THIS BECAUSE- BECAUSE-
i was- i was trying to find this lil slip of a thing i wrote of gaz with a sugar 'mommy' and how it just makes sense... not necessarily an older partner but a mature partner yk? a partner who pampers him and spoils him; who treats him like the king he is, and he is left trembling, aching, his desire bloating-
gnawing on a rock rn !!!
god.
thinking about the way gaz is fucking you so desperately, humping his cock along your walls, muffling his moans on the crook of your neck because his little secret—the shame that he's always carried—is dripping from the column of his teeth, poisonous as it slithers on the tip of his tongue, and kyle wants to–
he wants to–
"fuck, kyle," you whimper, your moan drawing his name out in that delicious way that makes him buckle. he knows tears must be pooling into the corners of your eyes, surely staining the silk pillow sheets, and the image that forms in his mind makes him groan, deep rumbles of his pleasure reverberating from where his chest is pressed on your back.
kyle has you on your knees, gentle and tender, but the slide of his cock in your cunt had him snapping—his restraints are thinning, the fog in his mind gaining strength.
it feels like torture. like pinched pleasure.
it feels like kyle is being edged even when he knows he isn't. because his cock is rutting along the warm press of your walls, being milked for all his worth, and yet–
it's not enough.
the first sob startles him more than it startles you, but kyle is too far gone, mouth agape, letting drool stain the soft caress of your shoulder. he feels your walls clamp down harder on him, your slick gushing along the twitching length of his cock, drenching his crotch, and kyle feels the need throbbing from his gums—
"god, mommy."
the fear that shoots through him is instant, snuffing the peaking elation of his pleasure. apologies gather on the base of his throat, choking him, cutting his air supply short.
messed up, he thinks to himself, already slowing down, pulling away. i fuckin' messed up–
"where's my baby goin', huh?" you croon, desire heavy on your tone.
you turn your head lightly, not enough to meet his eyes but enough that your voice is no longer muffled. "mommy didn't say you could stop, sweet boy."
kyle's body locks, his arms buckling, leaving him to stumble, all of his weight bearing down on you. his cock hits somewhere deeper at the sudden action, snug along the grip of your wet cunt. then, kyle cums, ecstasy razing through him as he mewls, his eyes shut close at the intensity of his pleasure.
he doesn't notice that he's humping your pussy as he shoots his warm cum into your cervix, stuffing you whole. like the good boy that he is.
"mommy, so fuckin' good f'r me. so good f'r me," kyle babbles, words slurring and incomprehensible.
white noise fills his senses, his eyes met with an explosion of blinding static. he is deaf to your squealed moans, not realizing the litanies of your own praises dribbling from your spit-slicked lips until the explosion of his pleasure peter into a quiet simmer.
shame curls in his heart, only for it to be snuffed out because you say, "my perfect boy. s'good f'r me. s'beautiful f'r me."
prickling feeling envelops the backs of his eyes, his body trembling at your continuous reassurances.
you coo, "always makin' me feel good. always pamperin' me. y'r the loveliest boy, kyle. my lovely boy."
kyle hides his face on the back of your shoulders, stifling his sob.
"thank you," he says, voice a quiet tremble.
"shh," you say, breath hitching at his aborted movements, feeling his cock still hitting your sensitive parts. "won't you make mommy cum now, lovie?"
"f'course," kyle replies, heart still wavering because–
how was it all so easy when it comes with you?
he knows you and him will have to talk about this later—semantics need to be smoothed out, establish boundaries. make up rules for kyle to follow.
he shivers, cock twitching with new interest.
"'of course' what, darlin'?"
kyle breathes in sharply at what you're asking. then, "f'course, mommy."
you hum, a happy titter. "good boy."
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