#dom reader smut

[genacity]

DAY ONE. FIRST TIME?

ft. gojo satoru — jujutsu kaisen (呪術廻戦)

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. dom! gn! reader, first time sub! gojo, anal penetration / pegging, fingering, overstimulation, bratty gojo, slight dacryphilia, dumbification themes, hair pulling, spit as lube, established relationship, plot before porn

an. this came out way too long. anyways hope y’all enjoy day 1, some of the kinks listed on the ml did not make the cut bcs the fic would take 80 years to read and the intro is already cutting into my lifetime. also not proofread. anyways enjoy fucking gojo!!

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you and your boyfriend gojo satoru have been dating for five months at this point. your relationship is everything you’ve ever wanted in one; secure, loving, and honest. satoru is the most caring man you’ve probably ever met— though cheeky, he’s just as infatuated with you as he was when you first met.

not only is gojo amazing, but so is the sex. not to be a prude, but it’s true. he knows how to take care of his baby and never wants to leave you unsatisfied.

the only sour thing about your relationship is his teasing. especially in the mornings-after.

when you’re groaning, pressing down on a muscle in your back as you complained to gojo about how hard he went down on you the night prior. your boyfriend’s fierce laughter as he’s propped up on one arm, staring at you from his safety beneath the covers of your shared bed and messy hair.

“aw, c’mon, you know you liked it.” gojo would say as you kept prodding at your shoulders and legs. you’d shoot him a dirty look and he’d snicker loudly again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you today, i swear.”

one morning, your boyfriend had tossed his still-bare body over yours after a long session that night. face first into the pillow behind your head; long, spindly limbs sprawled out like a starfish on top of you as you both shared silly remarks about the long night you both had.

“y’know, one day, i’m gonna get you back for all the times you leave me sore like this,” you huffed, earning a muffle giggle from your boyfriend with his head in the sheets. “what? i’m serious.” you insisted.

gojo’s head snapped up to look at you. squinted blue eyes followed by another ugly little giggle. “uh huh, i bet.”

“what do you mean, ‘you bet’?” you scrunched your nose as your boyfriend gave you another mean chuckle through his big grin. “c’mon, y/n. you know you can’t top my skills.”

“now what does that mean?” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at gojo’s funny expressions.

he hummed, thinking for a bit before turning his attention back to you. “you know i’m good at what i do. if you even tried to top me, you’d just end up giving up anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “not true.”

“what’s not true? that you’d give up, or that i’m good? because y’know, these fingers aren’t only good at sorcery—”

“yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.”

ever since that night, though, you haven’t stopped thinking about the idea. reversing the roles. it’s something the both of you had never tried before, but were you open to the idea. you just needed to make sure that satoru was, too.

but there was something different about tonight in particular that made you feel a bit more confident than usual.

it started off as it usually did whenever the both of you were in the mood. a handsy hello as soon as you got home from work; peppering your face with kisses and fingers pressing against your hips as you let your boyfriend lead you to the bedroom.

you’d barely be able to get a word in with the way gojo would welcome you home. lips quickly pressed together and without hesitation your back would be against the mattress and clothes discarded onto the floor.

“missed you today.” gojo mumbled into the kiss, lips sloppily trying to chase the pattern the both of you shared. hands gripping at your sides as he pushed you eagerly onto the bed.

as soon as you hit the bed you immediately grabbed at his arms and pulled him forward onto you. something inside you was pounding— pounding for tonight to be different than the rest.

you pulled gojo onto the bed, chest rising with heated breaths as a switch in your brain flipped. hands pushing him down beneath you, his back against the sheets as your boyfriend let out a breathy gasp.

“hey, what’re you doin’?” gojo mumbled, looking up at you through glassy eyes and white lashes as you reveled at the sight of satoru beneath you— a sight you weren’t used to seeing, but welcomed with open arms.

“you’re gonna let me take care of you tonight. okay toru?” you said, his eyes blowing wide and lips twitching into a small grin.

“take care of me?” he chuckled, watching as you slowly started to undo his shirt. “i’d like to see you try.”

you rolled your eyes as you pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. gojo watched your every movement, watching with interest as one of your hands quickly went to circle one of his nipples.

he shivered at your cold fingertips tracing along his chest, but laughed all the same. “what, ‘s this all you’re gonna do? c’mon, baby, let me just take care of you and— mmph.” gojo was promptly cut off when he felt your fingers press against the hard-on in his pants. a small smile crept onto your lips at the sight.

“hush, toru.” you muttered, palming him through his pants as gojo let out a strained groan. “this is what you get for being so mean to me all the time. leaving me brusied and sore.”

“you said you wanted it rough.” satoru panted, looking down at you as his long fingers started to grab at the sheets beneath him. “oh, i do.” you shrugged. “but now, it’s your turn to feel what i feel.”

your boyfriend’s breath hitched in his throat at the words from your tongue. he quickly gathered himself, clearing his throat to mask the whimper that slipped his lips. “you’ll just give up, y’know. you’re just gonna give into me and come crawling back.”

“that’s what you may think, but i know what i want.” you said, removing your hand from his bulge to reach for his glinting silver belt buckle. “you’re gonna take my cock and behave, just like i do for you. and if you don’t like it, you can say our safe word and leave.”

gojo gulped. he knew you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. he was in the position to say no whenever he wanted to. but the thought of your thick cock splitting him open had him salivating; even if he didn’t want to admit it to his big ego.

“satoru.” your voice called him back, snapping him out of the trance he was in. he looked down at you, his belt already undone and ready to be pulled off. “color, satoru. tell me what you want.”

he swallowed thickly again, lips parting as he whispered. “green.”

you smiled softly at him, slowly pulling his belt from the loops as you muttered a slow “alright.” unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down alongside his boxers. his pretty cock revealing itself to you.

“already leaking for me, huh toru?” you snickered, the feelings of your breath along his dick making him twitch.

“still gonna break you, y’know.” gojo murmured. “you’re just gonna give up and beg me to fuck you.”

“whatever makes you feel better.” *you said plainly. the tone in your voice left him shivering. suddenly, you raised your hand to his lips and with no hesitation said, “spit.”

gojo blinked down at you, who was watching him expectantly. he parted his lips and let his tongue slip forward, spitting onto your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you. “thank you, toru.” you said, lubricating your fingers before you lined them with the edge of his hole.

he felt his heart leap into his throat when your fingertips prodded at his entrance. silently, satoru spread his legs to let you know he wanted you. and you seemed to understand his prompt, for almost immediately your long fingers slipped into him with ease.

“fuck, oh god.” gojo immediately hissed, clenching tight around your middle and ring fingers as they slowly began to thrust in and out of him. “oh my god.”

he watched as your hand worked at his insides; curling your fingers as the sorcerer finally allowed for small whines to slip past his lips. each sound left his stomach turning— the dirty sounds of his own hole clenching around his partner’s fingers making him shudder.

gojo was stuck at small whines of pleasure, heavy breathing and the occasional gasp, until your fingers hit a particularly good spot inside him that made him cry out.

“ohn— oh fuck,” gojo whined out. “there. right, right there, that— ah!” he gasped when your fingers curled against his sweet spot, making him flinch and pulse around you. “‘s that feel good, satoru?” you asked, slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of his hole, taking note of the way his fingers curled around the satin sheets of your shared bed.

satoru nodded. his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as he kept his eyes locked on you. “yeah. feels good. right there, feels so good…” he murmured. jolting back with every thrust of your fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing and relaxing in ragged patterns before you eventually pulled your fingers out.

“so messy.” you murmured, raising your hand to his mouth again. “spit.” and he did, right onto your fingers once more.

“i think you’re ready to take me, toru.” you spread his legs and began to undo your own buckle. your boyfriend watched your hands, every move closer to watching you reveal yourself making him almost shake with anticipation.

it wasn’t until you finally pulled out your cock did he realize how big you truly were. eyes blowing into saucers as he immediately began to blabber.

“you look so big!” satoru whined. “no way you’re gonna make me take all of that!”

“oh, i will.” you purred, pressing the head of your cock to his hole. he flinched, feeling your tip just against his ass as he went to protest again. “why can’t i jus’ fuck you like usual, baby?”

you laughed meanly at his words. “what, are you scared, satoru?” you asked, leaning in and simultaneously pressing your tip just against his opening. “scared i’m gonna break you open?”

“no!” gojo shook his head furiously. “i just- i just think you’re gonna get tired and give up.”

you sighed, staring down at your boyfriend with his big wide eyes and wet eyelashes. after a moment of bathing in his beauty, you grabbed hold of his thighs and leaned back. “color, satoru.”

gojo hesitated. looking from you down to his drooling cock that was just begging to be touched. his inflated ego kept hammering in his chest, but the feeling of your tip against his hole drove every thought away and left him squirming.

“green.”

“good.” and before he knew it, you’d forced yourself into him. a loud moan clawing its way through his throat and spilling from his lips as you began to pound into him, gradually picking up speed.

suddenly, that same hammering feeling in his chest immediately died out. as soon as satoru felt your cock sliding in and out of his walls, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust, his demeanor immediately unraveled.

“fuck— oh my— fuck, you’re so big!” gojo cried out. hands scrambling to ground himself as he gripped onto the sheets. “ah— oh— oh my fucking, please, y/n!”

you couldn’t help but watch gojo’s big blue eyes grow teary. rolling back into his head as you fucked him, forcing his legs back to angle yourself well enough to hit all of the right places.

“already all ruined for me, satoru.” you cooed. your words slipped into his brain and toyed with his thoughts, leaving him quietly whimpering as he felt your hands near his head.

all of a sudden, the cloudy feeling forming in gojo’s brain flickered as you took a handful of his hair and forced him to look at you. yelping as your fingers intertwined with his snowy locks and pulled his head up.

“what was that you said earlier about me getting tired and giving up, toru?” you asked, hips angling and pounding into him faster and faster. all he could do was hiccup and gasp, head subtly bobbing from the force of your thrusts combined with the weakening grip on his scalp.

“ahmm— ah, i don’t— uhn…” he stammered, too focused on the feeling of the head of your cock kissing his prostate with every thrust to make out the words you were saying. the fog in his head was coming back, accompanied by a knot tightening in his stomach.

satoru was panting and shaking. too focused on the heat in his lower abdomen spreading across his body. “i’m- it’s-” he stuttered out, words slurred together. his brain was rattling inside his head. too embarrassed to admit the fact that he was already about to cum his brains out to himself as you kept hammering his hole. “y/n, i’m gonna— haaah, oh!”

“gonna what?” you asked, thrusts growing deep and sloppy as you kept your quick pace. “c’mon, finish your sentence. don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb.”

his vision grew blurry with tears, a few even spilling over and down his cheeks. the heat in his stomach kept burning, hotter and hotter as his brain tried to scramble for words to try and form a sentence. hell, even a word would be nice.

“ah, ahn, i’m— haah, ah, ah!” gojo began to squeal. your grip on his hair grew tighter as he completely began to forget you were even talking to him.

and suddenly, he was cumming all over himself with a garbled “cu— ah, aahhn!” his scalp burning from the force you held him up with, legs twitching as his cock bobbed with every stream of cum he coated his stomach with.

you slowed your thrusts as you watched him cum, but didn’t halt completely. as soon as he was done, you immediately began picking up your pace once more.

“wait, wh— fuck!” satoru whined out as you let go of his hair and flipped him onto his hands and knees. his head stuffed into the pillow that was once below him as you drove your cock into his hole with more fervor than before. “i- i just came! y/n, baby, i just-”

“i never said you could cum, did i?” you asked. immediately he shut his mouth, clenching around you with a loud whine. “you’re gonna keep taking my cock until i’ve cum. until then, you sit here and look pretty for me. is that clear?”

at first he didn’t respond. not until you grabbed hold of his hair from behind and forced him up again. “i said, is that clear, satoru?”

gojo eagerly nodded his head, panting and whimpering with your every movement. “yes. yes, ‘s clear! fuck me, please!”

you were going to have a long night.

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[subbyalbedo]

Kinktober Day 23 - CAMBOY with Tomura Shigaraki

Dom!reader x sub!shigaraki

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The start is kinda crappy but then it gets good >:)

As you collapsed on your bed in the LOV hq, you took out your computer, knowing that tonight, Shigaraki would be streaming.

You had stumbled upon his secret streams a couple months ago, and you immediately knew who it was, even though he made sure to wear a mask each time.

And, of course, he had no idea you knew.

Since you had found out, you had made sure to be the main viewer he noticed, making little donations and sometimes, he would let you and a couple other viewers determine when he came.

While you couldn't wait to tease him about it, you had kept everything a secret from him, and you quite enjoyed his videos.

He would stream every Tuesday night, and you always got excited for those times, against your better judgement.

Today, as it started and he came into view, wearing slutty women's lingerie, he looked delectable, and you got yourself comfy to watch him.

Some days he would ride a dildo, somedays he would use vibrators, but today, he didn't have anything.

After a moment, his scratchy voice piped up. "Today, I'll let you guys decide what I should do. Any suggestions?"

As people started writing furiously in the chat with requests for pegging, or overstimulation with vibrators, you sent your specific request with a donation.

Hump a pillow for me, pretty boy.

You knew he saw it when he gulped. "I guess I'll be...humping a pillow today."

You almost giggled at how awkward he sounded, but your gaze fixed in when he tentitively grabbed a pillow.

His signature gloved hands pulled the pillow to him, and he slowly straddled it, seemingly hoping someone would make him do something else instead.

But everyone was fixed in, and he faltered for a moment before hesitantly grinding his hips along the soft fabric.

Letting out a soft 'hah', he started picking up the pace, precum already getting onto the pillow and staining the fabric.

Shigaraki seemed frustrated, like he couldn't get the exact pleasure he wanted. As he tried thrusting at different angles, he let out pants, trying desperately to feel good.

Grind nice and deep for me, you're so desperate, aren't you?

He glaced up to see what you wrote, and let out a wanton moan, nodding his head vigorously.

He made sure to thrust deeper, wringing out extra pleasure with each movement.

With the sluttiness of the act and all of the eyes upon him, he got close very soon, and moans and whimpers poured out of him.

"Can I~ please, can I cum?" His desperate voice was making you feel feral, but you wanted to see him suffer more.

Don't cum just yet. We're gonna have some fun with you.

"Fuck, no~please! I've been good, I have to~ hng"

He had to slow down in order to obey, but the despair on his face was clear as he edged himself.

Good boy. Rub those nipples for me, yeah?

"I, ah, I don't~"

He tried to protest, but it was weak, and his hands drifted up.

Hips still roving on the pillow, which had wet patches from all the leaking precum, he twisted his nipples, making them nice and puffy.

Speed up. Put on a good show and I'll let you cum.

He sped up greatly at the thought of cumming, everything was built up in him and he needed to release, but he knew he had to do what you said.

He was groaning, the delicious friction of the pillow was barely the amount he needed, and his hands on his nipples were teasing him as he built himself back up at a snails pace.

He arched his back for you, a little bit of drool slipping out of the mask, and he looked for permission, tears pooling in his eyes.

Cum for me, slut.

With a sharp cry, he let go, spoiling the pillow with his large amount of cum, still thrusting slightly to ride out his orgasm.

Once he had comd down slightly, he chanted 'thank you thank you thank you', and smiled lazily, ending the stream.

After a moment of lying there, he was about to get up to clean himself up when he heard your voice in the hallway.

"Shigarakiiiiii," you sang.

Eyes widening slightly, he focused on making his voice sound normal. "Go away. I'm busy."

You leaned next to the closed door to his room with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, busy being a whore."

Fear shot through him, but he reasoned with himself, it was probably a coincidence, you were probably just guessing. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Bringing your lips to the crack of the door, you made your voice extra playful. "Suuure you don't. Who do you think told you to hump that pillow? Now be a good boy and let me in."

Fuck. Shigaraki was screwed.

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[mamayan]

How about Genya x muzans daughter reader....

+nsfw 😳

Don’t regret that creative freedom lol… Oooooo okay here we go~ I’m ngl I really love sub Genya rn~

Genya Shinazugawa x Demon! Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dubcon • Dom! Fem!Reader • Sub! Genya • Humiliation/Degradation • Condescending Praise • Bondage • Enemies to Pet/Owner (Lovers) • Fingering (M) • Milking (handjob) •Dacryphilia

P.2 Here

“Mmphh—!” Muffled shouts and banging filled the clean small room, empty of all furniture or any decoration.

“We should kill this insolent human—! How dare he injure the Lady—,” the strangled voice of a ghastly demon spoke, trembling but sneering up at the young man tied and hung from the ceiling.

Stripped naked aside from his fundoshi, Genya had awoke to realize he hadn’t died in the battle with that female demon, instead it seemed you spared him for some other nefarious plan. Likely it was to consume him, to which he wouldn’t go down without a fight. He hoped to severe your head from your neck before you got the chance, kill your worthless little henchmen too.

Because you were in a league of your own, more important and savage than even the upper six.

You were none other than Muzan Kibutsuji’s daughter, a demon so powerful it was a wonder he’d even held his own so long in battle with you. It was purely grit that kept him going, and surprise on his end when he took a shot and struck you. He’d gotten a little of your blood in the fight, consumed it and kept up with your deadly abilities.

It seemed that was all he could do though. Keep up, just barely. Unable to turn the tide nor truly defeat you.

The shoji sliding open caught his attention, but in the position he’d been tied in, he could only turn his head to look. As the pretty painted paper door opened, his dark purple gaze widened as you strolled in casually. You carried the same arrogant air as your father, haughty eyes narrowing in appreciation as they locked on him. It made his skin crawl, the look you settled on him. He had no where to run though, neither his katana nor gun, and he’s still tied and hung from the ceiling like a display.

It didn’t stop him from cursing you behind his gag, veins popping along his face as you waved away your reluctant henchmen.

“L-Lady…”

“Leave.”

They didn’t disobey a second time, exiting upon your words and shutting the shoji on their way out.

There you stood, neat and lovely in a beautiful kimono while he was still bloodied and mildly injured from battle, wrists restrained behind his back and hog tied to be strung up.

“Your name, human?” He hated how composed you were, vile creature of the night that you were. He’d rather you just act out your wicked plan without putting on airs.

He made another muffled noise, but hoped his sarcasm and fury were properly conveyed despite the cloth blocking any words.

“I’ll remove this so you may answer.” You moved slowly, zori silent as you neared him. He was hung perfectly to your height, face directly before your own as you stood expressionlessly. You removed the gag, not flinching even as he spit on you with his wild rage.

“FUCKING DUMB DEMON BITCH—! ILL KILL YOU—!”

“Hn. Test subject is volatile. Noted.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! FIGHT ME YOU DAMNED MONSTER—!”

“Test subject needs further examination. Prospects promising.”

“I WILL TEAR YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK—Mmmphh—?!” He’s silenced by the gag again, this time the cloth being shoved completely into his mouth, your speed faster than any normal human left Genya unable to react or prevent the intrusion.

“That’s alright, you can stay quiet, I’ll just take a few samples for now. I’ll ask for your name again later, human.” He despises how careless you act, as if he’s some sort of cattle and not a living creature with free will. His wild gaze is blood shot, but he tracks your movements as you remove a small beaker from inside the sleeve of your kimono.

“I’ll need this filled. I figured you’d appreciate me taking the sample rather than those lower demons. I need it fairly quickly after all.” He doesn’t understand, even as you set the beaker down on the ground and rolled your sleeves up. “Of course, if necessary I can have them collect it for me. The choice is yours, human.” Your smile is beautiful, like a poisonous flower blooming, and something ominous floods his senses.

“Let’s see, I’ll need this out of the way.” You murmur softly, and Genya stills as he feels your cool skin graze his lower abdomen, smooth and soft as it trails lower and he panics.

“M-mmphh!”

“Oh, are you a virgin perhaps?” Genya feel his face flush at your bold words, unable to keep up with what was occurring. It hardly mattered how little he could understand, your hand didn’t stop again as it easily untied his fundoshi and exposed his flaccid cock to the cool air. His struggle increased, frantic and violent as he thrashed for escape, but he still in shock when you wrapped your hand around him. His stiffening doesn’t go unnoticed, your lips curving higher as you coo at him, as if he’s a child. “How cute, does this feel good, human? Do you like how my hand feels around your cock?” He wants to fight, he wants to kill you, but he’s been left powerless and despite his mind screaming with indignation… his cock swells. In your grip, his cock begins to harden against his will, a jolt of pleasure sparking through him as you squeeze.

“My, such a good boy, my judgement wasn’t wrong at all it seems.” He chokes on a cough as you begin to jerk him, the feeling so different than his own rough palm he’s fucked countless times, sharp spikes of euphoria shooting down his spine as he soaks his gag. “Wow, just like a dog. You’re drooling through your gag.” He feels his chest and face grow further inflamed at your observations, eyes pricking at the corners because it feels too good, it’s beginning to numb his mind embarrassingly quickly.

“Amazing. It’s twitching so much and I’ve hardly touched you. You really must be a virgin, about to cum with only this much.” He feels hatred and humiliation swirl in his stomach, but the pleasure keeps clouding his mind. He really is going to cum.

“Go on, human, fill it up.” His eyes look down to see the beaker held just under his tip.

“It’s just like milking a cow~” tears finally fall as his moan gets muffled and he cums, hot spurts of semen shooting into the beaker. It barely fills the bottom line though, and your tsk of annoyance makes him raise his head where it had fallen limp.

“This is all? I need much more.” Your eyes look villainous, cruel, hard, and a bit gleeful too, staring into his weakened watery gaze. “Be a good pet human, I’m not stopping till I have my complete sample.” Drool leaks out from the corner of the gag, sliding down his sharp chin and falling to the tatami mats below. He flinches and whines when you grip his slowly deflating cock, back arching as you tug it. You watch as his eyes roll back, fight leaving him considerably quickly. “Is this too much? Poor thing. I can make you cum another way though, don’t worry.” Your words do the opposite of soothe him though, as you dip a finger into the beaker and coat it in his own cum.

Then you’re disappearing from his vision, going behind him, where his body tenses again as your finger presses against the tight ring of muscle to his anus.

“Maybe you’ll cum more if I fuck you here.” He wants to shout at you, tell you that isn’t where a man is supposed to be fucked, but he can’t and you’re already pressing inside him.

It burns just a bit, but his release makes the entrance just slick enough for him to take it without hinderance. The strange foreign fullness catching his attention more than the mild pain. Then you curl your fingers and he nearly howls.

His soft tuff of hair falls back as his head does, eyes staring up at the ceiling when you pull back and hit that spot again, making his toes curl and his cock jump to life. You’re merciless as you play around inside his ass, smile languid as you make him shiver and twitch, his mind shutting off again completely while he uselessly humps the air with his engorged cock, the tip occasionally thumping against his groin and making him further soak through his gag with drool.

Then he’s cumming again, the damn beaker opening presses against his tip as he fills it with twice as much cum as his previous release. He wants to die of humiliation, wants to deny the pleasure bleeding through his defenses, but he can’t. Even as you kindly remove his gag.

“Look at you, such a good boy. You really must be an anal slut to cum so much just from me playing with your ass alone.” He can’t help the tears falling, wobbly lip opening and closing around nothing. There’s no gag stopping him from spewing profanities now, but none come to mind. “Now…” he looks at the beaker, only a quarter full now.

“Shall we try both your ass and cock this time?”

You seem to have intentions to devour him in an entirely different way than he thought.

Dividers by @benkeibear

#Yan answers #Sub! Genya #Genya Shinazugawa #Genya Shinazugawa x reader #dom! reader #dom reader #Sub Genya x dom reader #kny genya #Genya smut #kny Genya smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #dom reader smut #sub Genya smut

[arlerts-angel]

pairing: sub!characters x dom!gn!reader

taglist: @i-literally-cant-with-this @kazutora-kurokawa @fuyuswifey @la-undercover-latina @milky-aeons @darkstarlight82 @kokonoiscoconut

warnings: male masturbation | exhibition + voyeurism | praise | you pronouns for reader | physically ambiguous reader | they cum fast ☹️ | cum eating

a/n: just thinking about making shy boys jerk their cocks for you :( no thanks to that one post i shared lmao iykyk

"i want to watch you fuck yourself, baby. don't stop until you cum on my face."

the look of pure shock and arousal on his face when he hears your demand is adorable.

"o-oh? okay..." you take his hand and spit into it while he shuffles his pants down his legs and onto the floor. he brings his hand to his throbbing cock and rubs your sweet saliva up and down slowly.

he's so sweet and obedient.

"faster now, pretty boy. if you do good for me, i'll reward you handsomely."

he whines desperately and thrusts his cock into his hand. his tip grows firey red and leaks pre-cum. "l-like this?" he asks breathily.

"yes, just like that. you're such a good boy... you look so pretty fucking yourself." you coo, stroking his hair softly.

"mmm!" he moans and quickens his pace at your praise. "i want to cum for you." he says, panting. he makes the prettiest noises and faces while he beats his cock so aggressively. "please, may i cum?"

you smile and nod in approval. "since you asked so sweetly, pretty boy, you may. paint a pretty mess on my face."

he moans your name and a string of yesses as his cum splatters onto your face. "you're so good for me." you praise, swiping his cum onto your finger and into your mouth. "help me clean up, sweet boy. then you'll be rewarded."

he nods and licks his cum off your face. he shares a mix of your spit and his cum when you kiss him gently.

"good boy. your reward is... making me cum. isn't that nice?"

he nods eagerly. "yes, so nice. thank you."

ARMIN ARLERT, TAKEMICHI HANAGKI, HAKKAI SHIBA, KAZUTORA HANEMIYA, CHOSO KAMO + YOUR FAVE(S)

#📝 — mack wrote that #attack on titan smut #aot smut #armin arlert smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #takemichi hanagaki smut #kazutora hanemiya smut #hakkai shiba smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #choso kamo smut #dom reader smut

[mmonwhvre]

18+ mdni

sub!mammon x dom!gn!reader

warnings : nsfw, mean reader, blowjob, edging, pact play

authors note : i love this man so maybe this is slightly self indulgent. also this is my first time writing dom reader so be nice please <3

A smirk decorated your face, Mammon begging for you to finally touch him. You’d refused to do such a thing, only letting him watch as you pleasured yourself in front of him. You were cruel, very cruel indeed. You had promised the male infront of you, if he was good. You would finally let him touch. You’d used mammons pact with yourself to keep him from moving, serving as an invisible force between you two.

He sat waiting impatiently, when you finally stopped what you were doing and gave him permission to move. Mammon immediately jumped to kiss you, his need for your attention showing. You pushed him down and got ontop of him. “What do you think you’re doing” you say, venom running in your voice.

Mammon trembled as you push his arms above his head. He watches as you grab something he cant identify yet. He whines when he realizes what you were going to do. Tying him up, and preventing him from disobeying you. Mammon sees the intense look in your eyes. Knowing you wanted him just as bad made him feel better. “We need to do something about that ego” You say, undoing his gold belt and his jeans. Throwing them onto the floor, Your mind stops for a moment when you see exactly what was underneath.

The man under you was decorated in gold lacy panties, just for you. His body heats up in embarrassment and arousal as mammon sees you looking at him in such a state. When you pull the panties off, his pretty cock hits against his stomach. So hard for you and you hadn’t even touched him yet. He moans when you begin to move down, realizing he would finally get what he so desperately wants, no what he needs.

You give a kiss to the tip of his cock, and take him as far down your throat as you can. You were mean, but you were getting needy too. Mammon could only lay there and watch as you sucked his cock. His arms desperately wanting to move into your hair to push you further down on him. Mammon tried so hard to hold in his sounds of pleasure but the situation was getting to him. He whines when you stop.

“If you want more, beg for it slut” You say before kissing him harshly. His eyes widen, “Please, Y/N i need you please just let me cum”. You go back to sucking his cock, but not for long. Mammon was extremely sensitive. He always had been, and it was something that worried him. But you always assured him it was something you loved about him. “Y/N.. im close” He moans out breathlessly.

You stop again, he lets out a whine. Mammon looks at you with tears in his eyes, when you finally untie him. His arms immediately coming down and his hand moving to his throbbing cock. “who said you could touch yourself?” you ask. Smacking his hand away and taking his cock back in your mouth. You feel it throb in your throat, He was close again. Mammon crys for you to let him finally cum.

He begins thrusting his hips up, “Please let me cum Y/N, im so so close” he begs. You nod your head giving him a silent approval. Mammon’s hands move to your head, pushing you further down. His thrusts becoming more and more desperate and messy. The sounds of you around his cock only spurring him on. “Oh fuck” He screams out when he finally releases. You take him out of your mouth and kiss him. “You like how you taste mam’s?” You tease. Mammon shakes his head, finally embracing you in his arms.

#obey me smut #mammon smut #gn reader #gn reader smut #gn smut #obey me x reader #mammon x reader #dom reader #dom reader smut #sub obey me smut #sub mammon

[minoment]

NO BECAUSE

Why can I write the most filthy, toe curling smut to ever exist, but then not be able to read other works without throwing my phone across the room?

LIKE I CAN'T KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE. I'm over here blushing and kicking my feet over A KISS.. 😭

#im actually screaming #why is my brain like this #i cant do this rn #dom reader #sub character #dom reader smut #mino chats //

[kuupidon]

heyo!! call me nexus (or kupid) | she/her | 19 | this is my smut archive lmao

i'm in most fandoms like: jjk, jjba, genshin, obey me, bllk, kny, resident evil, haikyuu, aot, csm, bsd, lol, etc

i'm new to tumblr tho I have some experience with the nsfw community (Ao3 and wattpad xd)

requests are open, but I have a limit, like v0re, r2pe or anything similar. suggestions and drabbles are welcome!

do not replicate or modify my works.

#sub character #dom reader smut #navigation post #introduction #gn reader #please read rules before interacting

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”

#milkman #milkman x reader #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #ciaoteamo #x reader #imagine #smut #fem dom reader #thats not my neighbor #milkman smut #milk the man

[nanaslutt]

Can we get a part 2 of when reader asks satoru and suguru if they fucked before

of course ml!! tysm for asking <3

part 1 here~

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, choking, hair pulling, anal sex (gojo gets fucked) spanking (geto spanks gojo once), dirty talk, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, dare i say sub satoru, sub/dom dynamics if you squint, suguru and reader are competitive, u tag team gojo together

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“so, when we’re you guys gonna tell me you’ve fucked before?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

gojo froze in place, pausing his efforts to get a towel to clean you up, he slowly turns to you, faux innocence on his stupidly pretty face, a big hand coming to rub the back of his neck

both you and geto stare at him, a smirk plastered on sugurus handsome features, heavy hand holding up his head, awaiting his response,

“now what on earth put that idea in your pretty little head?” he questions, hand falling on his hip sassily as he does an absolutely awful job lying

“oh i don’t knoww,” you drawl, pretending to think, “maybe geto telling you he was going to fuck you like it was the most normal thing in the world,” you scrunched your nose, shrugging

“but what do i know!” your eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile,

“nothing, you know nothing,” he replied, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of him like a child

“don’t tell me you forgot satoru, you might hurt my feelings.” geto teased, from his place between your calves, tilting his head to the side, “i know we were a little tipsy, but you told me i was an unforgettable fuck.” he pouted, faking offense, “you weren’t lying to me were you?”

satoru’s hand still on his hip like the sassy man he was, his mouth just flopping open and closing like a fish out of water, trying to think of a quick retort but failing to come up with anything, because the raven haired man was right

he was a truly unforgettable fuck

“now my feelings are hurt, he didn’t say I was an unforgettable fuck..” you pouted, crossing your arms over your bare chest,

“your mouth almost sucked the soul out of me,” he echoed from the hall

he had taken the opportunity of getos attention on you while he was ‘consoling’ you to slip out of the room, walking back in with a few damp towels, “course you’re an unforgettable fuck, way more than that monkey brained freak,” he hisses at geto, sitting next to you on the bed, using the warm towel to wipe his cum from your cheeks,

“oh? really?” geto let his head fall from his hand, landing against your knee, squinting his eyes at satoru while the blonde continued cleaning down your body, wiping up any fluids the two men had left

“think i remember making you cum..how many times was it again? 4? you were shooting blanks before i was even done with you” he smiles, rubbing your knee fondly with his strong hand while staring at gojo challengingly,

gojo looks away from your breasts, staring back into geto’s deep brown eyes,

“n they only made you cum once..” suguru mumbles into your knee,

“woah! woah, okay, I didn’t know i was competing with you in the first place!” you defend yourself, front half of your body shooting up, making gojo sigh as you accidentally knocked his hand back, “‘s not about quantity anyways, it’s about quality” you said smugly,

“n toru here, said I almost made him die so id say my quality is michelin star,” you proclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him before gojo pushed ur torso back down,

“i’m surrounded by a buncha babies jesus christ,” gojo shakes his head, pulling your leg out of sugurus grasp to access your leaking cunt better, pressing the harsh cloth against you and wiping you as gently as he could,

“sorry,” he winced for you in sympathy when you groaned out a protest, trying to close your legs on his hand at how painfully sensitive the rough towel made you feel, “anyways, you’re both good in bed, kay?” he continues,

“when suguru fucks me, it feels like my fucking guts are getting all messed up to make room for his stupidly big cock,” looking up through his lashes at sugurus smug expression, then back down to focus on what he was doing before making eye contact with you,

your arms still crossed over your chest, “n your throat squeezes me so fucking good i thought i was seein the pearly gates,” hand coming up to pinch your cheek, discarding the towel somewhere on the floor, standing once more to look for someone’s shirt on the floor he can put on,

“ ‘fucks’ as in you’ve had sex multiple times?” you stared in disbelief between the two of the large men, before settling your eyes on suguru

continuing your teasing you spoke up again, “and my compliment still sounded better,” you challenged him, a smug looks gracing your features

“you think so?” the raven haired man scrunched his eyebrows together, before turning his head to look straight at gojo’s supple bent over ass as he picked up a shirt and started to pull it over his head, “well, only one way to be sure which of us is really better.” he says to you quietly before standing

coming up behind gojo and grabbing his raised arms, preventing him from putting on his shirt, “hold that thought satoru, we’re in the middle of a little debate right now” yanking the shirt from satoru’s hands and throwing it back to its prior home on the floor,

“think you can help us? hmm?” he whispers, right into the shell of his best friends ear, sending goosebumps down his neck, “we’ll make it worth your while.”

———————————————————————

almost two hours later and the three of you were still in the same room, on the same bed,

gojo on his back, suguru fucking his cock right into his prostate as you face gojo, bouncing on his overstimulated dick, a thick ring of yours and his combined cum on the base of his overstimulated cock,

“c-cant cum anymore p-please- haaah- fuck please!” gojo whimpers out, thrashing his head back and forth on the sheets as fat tears drip down his face, making his cheeks shine under the light, “‘s too much ‘m too sensitive, ohmygodd” he drags, curses spilling from his lips one after another, his hold on your grip sure to leave nasty bruises as his hips fuck into your warm cunt without his brains permission,

“not till you tell us who’s better,” geto emphasizes with a heavy thrust, hand coming up to choke you out while he gives gojos poor hole the meanest treatment,

“‘s me right? ‘ve made you cum inside me so many times.” you slur, voice strained from getos rough grip on your throat

“bold of you to think that was your doing,” geto scoffs at you, “cmere,” he pulls your head back to press your lips together, other hand interlacing with gojos on your hip

satoru whines underneath the two of you, watching you makeout and feeling your cunt pulse around him because of suguru’s expert tongue work in your mouth had him spiraling

your hands coming up to grab geto’s wrist while he hums into the kiss, biting your lip between his teeth and pulling on it, letting it go before he chases after it and connects your lips once more

“‘m gunna cum again- please fuck- nggghhh i c-cant cum again,” gojo whines, squeezing getos hand and your hip for support as he’s falling into yet another orgasm and fast,

suguru pulls away from the kiss, releasing his grip on your neck as he pushes your lower back down twords gojos chest, “yes you can,” he growls

the raven haired man grabs your hair by the roots and pushes your face into satorus, “help him through it baby,” not needing to be told twice, you grab gojos cheeks with both your hands and slot your lips against his,

“mmmmph- mmm- can-t- p-please i-“ his protests being cut off by your lips, not letting him catch a breath

“got you, cmon” you comfort him in between your assault on his lips, geto reaching between his bestfriend and your body, finding your neglected clit, and rubbing sloppy circles on it, helping you get closer to your own high

“right there with you,” geto grits his teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and tip his head back, so he can watch the show unfolding in front of him,

“gonna fill up this tight ass while you cum inside them, okay? and you’re gonna take everything we give you, right?” geto’s hips losing their rhythm, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm

gojo just whimpers into your mouth, hes trying to speak, he really is, but it’s all too much, he’s completely fucked out

“need to hear you say it satoru,” he emphasizes with a mean thrust, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight hole,

getos hand rubbing sloppily on your clit almost becomes too much, “yes! yesyes please ohmygod- gonna take it- shit-“ gojo’s whiney voice gets out just before he feels your cunt start to squeeze him,

“toru! fuuuuck me!” you whine, the blondes hips mindlessly fucking up into you helping you ride out your high as he cums so fucking hard, bordering on painful as spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you once more,

and he’s gasping, barely coherent broken moans of both of your names on satoru’s tongue

geto not far behind you as he stills, balls deep inside gojos ass, the last push he needed seeing the two of you cum all over each other,

“yesssss fuuuuck” he clenches his teeth together hard, toothy grin emerging on his face, finally letting his head fall back, eyes following suit, rolling to the back of his head, “take it f-fucking t-take it.” fucking each rope of his cum deep into gojo’s ass

all three of you bask in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms, core clenching and unclenching around gojo’s length as you finally come down, picking your head up from gojos neck and smiling at his current state,

he was sniffling and gasping, red faced, tears decorating his lashes, making them look like glitter, he appeared more fucked out than ever

geto behind him slowly pulls out his softening cock, and gojo lets out a long groan of overstimulation when he does so, digging his fingers into the fat of your sides and wincing, “fuck, please don’t move yet, might pass out if you do” he says to you, his poor dick crying for relief, still snug inside your pussy, twitching every so often against your walls

you giggle, peppering kisses all over his face, he lets his eyes shut, finally relaxing a little as he relishes in the feeling of your soft lips on his skin,

suguru coming around to sit by his head

when you stop your assult of kisses on his porcelain face geto grabs gojos cheek furthest away from him and makes him turn his head into his thick thigh, “so,” geto starts, rubbing his thumb on gojos cheek, “who was better?” he asks, cocky smile finding home once more on his face

gojos eyes shoot open, looking at him slightly panicked, squeezing your upper thighs for support before he speaks, looking back between the two of you,

“i….im afraid if i don’t answer we will never leave this room.” he gulps

geto confirms his fears, tilting his head to the side, face sporting the fakest smile of comfort gojo has ever seen, “you would be absolutely right.”

#dom gojo believers don’t look #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru fic #gojou x reader #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo x you #geto suguru drabble #geto suguru x reader #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #satoru x suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto smut #satosugu #satosugu x reader

[lokis-army-77]

Private Viewing

Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 6.8k

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.

Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.

Masterlist

Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight. 

Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception. 

You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out. 

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself. 

“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum? 

It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”

You want to cry.

“Four.” 

The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.

“Three.”

You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.

“Two.”

The tears are flowing now.

“One.”

You let out a strangled scream.

“Cum baby. Do it, now.”

Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well. 

With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum. 

When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.” 

And then the live is over. 

Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed. 

…

Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class. 

You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.

The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you. 

You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang. 

He apologizes before making his introduction.  He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.

It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you. 

His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence. 

It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention. 

Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O. 

“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen. 

Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand. 

It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone. 

Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes. 

When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.

That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.

…

Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself. 

‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’

‘No…’ 

‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’

You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad. 

Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.

He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans. 

You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat. 

Princess23: hi Ed

His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"

There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.

Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.

The reply to his question is truer than he realizes. 

"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.

Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth. 

It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"

Princess23: yes please

"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. 

You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one. 

Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.

He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.

"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off. 

As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs. 

Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.

"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length. 

"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?" 

"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound. 

You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth. 

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect." 

You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit. 

The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.

The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.

There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level. 

It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast. 

So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.

You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy. 

"Oh fuck," you cry.  Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions. 

He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized. 

He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.

The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core. 

Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.

He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end. 

“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”

“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.” 

The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated. 

Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight. 

With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure. 

…

It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week. 

Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you. 

You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?

There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you. 

“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space. 

“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?” 

“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.” 

He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it. 

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”

You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”

"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students. 

You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?

…

You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job. 

It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay. 

Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition. 

You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”

“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together. 

You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster. 

Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised. 

“What was that?” He asks.

“What was what?” You answer. 

“Why did you slam your phone down?”

“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”

“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”

A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen. 

“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.

Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."

… 

After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean. 

It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not. 

You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand. 

You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."

He turns to you. "Hum?"

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."

"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered. 

"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."

He doesn't look all too surprised. 

"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."

Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans. 

You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.

Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.

Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.

When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly. 

He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin. 

"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out." 

The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved. 

"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself." 

You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped. 

He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.

Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long. 

You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to. 

'He knows." You argue with yourself.

'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'

The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it. 

So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen. 

Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.

He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head. 

You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more. 

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut. 

You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him. 

Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls. 

Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.

He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more. 

It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does. 

"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” 

Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises. 

In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark. 

…

Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see. 

Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf. 

You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear. 

“Hi, Sweetheart.” 

“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.

“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face. 

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret. 

“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?” 

Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer. 

Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. 

Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking. 

“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”

He forces you to look at him and you nod your head. 

You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful. 

As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down. 

“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.” 

“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.” 

He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”

“Yes, but-”

He cuts you off with a finger over your lips. 

“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours. 

They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does. 

To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.  

His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.

With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank. 

When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine. 

"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."

You pout. "But Eddie…"

"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."

You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work. 

It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it. 

"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."

He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."

You moan loudly at his praise. 

"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."

His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.

"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster. 

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.

"Kiss me again," you beg. 

He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you. 

The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt,  uncomfortably, between your legs.

"So good for me." He praises.

You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.

"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.

"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. 

You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."

Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs. 

You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds. 

You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.

"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.

The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.

"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.

"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"

It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are. 

Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.

You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you. 

"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him. 

Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster. 

He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.

The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight. 

He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.” 

You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.” 

Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions. 

The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room. 

In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half. 

“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part. 

You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again. 

Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans. 

“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow. 

Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.” 

You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits.  He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either. 

“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight. 

He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.” 

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice. 

Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit. 

“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!” 

“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.” 

“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed. 

“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out. 

Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.  

You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time. 

You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy. 

Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.

“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Yeah?” You whisper. 

“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin. 

Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened. 

It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you. 

“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.” 

He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again. 

“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.” 

That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on. 

He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground. 

Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first. 

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[genacity]

DAY TWO. PRINCESS TREATMENT

ft. rengoku kyojurou — kimetsu no yaiba (鬼滅の刃)

when a clueless hashira wanders into your layer of operations, you can’t help but put up a fight— and admire his fat tits through the inconvenient tear in his uniform you inflict.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. demon! reader, masochist? rengoku, feminization, body worship, praise, nipple play, impact play, reader refers to rengoku using feminine nicknames / anatomy (girl, princess, pussy, tits)

an. meow i was so excited to write for rengoku. i love beefy men being treated like bimbos! woohooo!

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“slow down, pretty girl. stop squirming so much.”

“mm— haah! please stop teasing me!”

the man in your lap writhed at your touch. careful hands gliding down his chest, drawing circles around his nipples as he thrashed between your legs.

how’d you even get here? you don’t remember. well, you do. but you aren’t focused on remembering. not when the flame hashira is at your disposal. burning, sticky skin and sweet-sounding whimpers from his lips a stunning combination of reactions to your touch.

you’re a demon under kibutsuji. one of the latest recruits to the twelve kizuki. being an upper rank is tiring. always lounging about in the manor you’ve made for yourself, waiting to get this damned job over with and kill those little brats they called the demon corps.

but this one… this one may be spared.

rengoku kyojurou, that’s what his name is — the thundering flame hashira that it seems the whole of japan has been talking about.

and he’s wandered straight into your lair, ready to slay you.

yes, that’s what he had planned — until while during your fight, your claws tore a less than convenient rip in his uniform. straight through the chest to reveal the space between his muscular pecs that you just had to stop and stare at.

and now you’re here. the hashira sat between your legs as you toyed with his chest and body.

hey, you couldn’t help it; not when his tits — pecs — were practically begging to be touched and fucked. and he was, too. not like he denied it at all. you may be a demon, but that definitely did not take away from your temptation. and looks.

“relax, baby. you’re stressing too much.” you cooed to the whining rengoku as you pinched his nipple between your fingers. he jolted, shaking his head as your free hand held his hands behind his back.

you sighed and looked at his swollen nipple between your pointer and thumb fingers. “look at you,” you feigned a pout. “your tits are all red. is that what you wanted, flame hashira? to make your big tits all red and sore?”

“they are not — tits.” rengoku whimpered, his voice lowering to almost a whisper at his last word. “what was that?” you asked into his ear, pulling at his sore nipple and letting it go, watching it bounce back as he let out a long wail.

rengoku’s hips bucked up as you fondled his pecs, tracing round his right bud with your sharp, manicured claws. “i — i can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” he whined. “a demon using and teasing my body.”

“oh, how shameful.” you chuckled and flicked his sore nipple, making him jump. you switched hands to hold his wrists, off to pay more attention to his neglected side as you immediately began to knead his left breast. “a demon having their way with you. how will you explain to your beloved corp that you’ve come back sore with no victory?”

rengoku went silent. pressing his raw lips together to muffle his grunts and whines. dissatisfied by his lack of response, you pinched his left nipple and leaned in to whisper into his neck. “answer me, flame hashira.”

his lips parted to speak, but all that came out was a shaky breath from the tip of his tongue. you began to grow increasingly agitated by his silence, and so you took it upon yourself to force the answer from him.

you rose your hand and brought it down onto his chest with some force. the hashira flinched in your hold; whining out as the sting along his chest and sore nipple left him squirming. “are you going to answer me?” you snarled just beneath his ear, breathing against rengoku’s neck and making him shiver.

“i — i don’t know.” he stammered and swallowed harshly. you laughed at his response and shook your head. “aw. pretty girl can’t think. i can’t imagine what your co-workers will think of you when you return.”

rengoku couldn’t imagine it either. he was afraid, honestly; unknowing of what his fellow hashira will think of him if he admitted to returning to them with no victory, all for a few moments of pleasure. but at that point, he didn’t care. it felt too good to give up. never had he felt this way before.

all of his thoughts immediately dissipated once he felt your cold hands pinch at his hot nipples once more. rengoku yelped, not noticing you had let his wrists go and was now using both of your hands to knead his chest.

“ah! please…” he sniffled, watching your hands press his chest muscles together and trace his burning buds with your freezing fingertips “your hands… they’re so cold.”

kyojurou felt his cock strain against his pants. the sight of you toying with his pecs made his mind go numb. at that point, he was melting into you. nodding mindlessly whenever you commented something about his fat tits or his hard nipples. the way he reacted to you was addictive.

a few more times did you strike rengoku’s chest; making him wail and writhe more in your arms. whenever he seemed too lost in watching you press his breasts together while you were asking a question would you remind him with a sharp smack straight onto his flaming nipple. then he would recoil and slowly answer your question — too invested on how red and sore his chest was growing. but he loved the burning feeling.

“can’t imagine how wet you must be for me, flame hashira.” you purred. “your pussy is probably drenched. it must be, considering how you’re reacting to just me touching your boobs.” and you laughed, lips twitching up into a grin.

“d-don’t — haah… don’t say those things.” rengoku whimpered, squirming in your hold as one of your hands massaged his right breast while the other began to trail down his body. fingers ghosting over the evident bulge in his pants as he panted and gasped for air. the hashira felt his cock twitch pathetically in his pants as you laughed.

your sly smile grew with each mewl rengoku let slip. “aw, is my girl embarrassed. don’t wanna admit how wet ‘n excited i got you, princess?” you purred into the shell of his ear as he trembled. “i’m not… wet.” he grumbled, and you just had to laugh again.

“show me then.” you insisted. your hands trailed down to his belt as your fingers slowly began to undo it. “show me you’re not leaking from my touch.” the flame hashira swallowed thickly as you leaned in to murmur to him.

“don’t be shy, princess. show me all of you.”

#@ genacity kinktober 2023 ! 🩸 ☆ #dom reader #sub character #tw dom reader #dom reader smut #sub character smut #sub rengoku #sub kyojuro #sub demon slayer #sub kny #demon slayer smut #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #kinktober

[subbyalbedo]

Kinktober Day 21 - OVERSTIMULATION with Shoto Todoroki

Dom!reader x sub!Todoroki

~~~

As your strap slipped in to Shoto's slick hole, he let out a groan and shifted his hips back to press it in deeper.

"So needy, aren't you?" He shook his head in denial, but he kept pressing his hips back. You gave him a knowing smile. "Well, if you want it so bad, why don't you ride me, princess?"

His face scrunched up, he didn't want to do any work! He just wanted you to rail him. But he knew he couldn't disobey, and he wanted to cum so much, he was so needy.

As you layed back into the pillows, he slowly started pushing himself up and down on your strap, picking up speed and letting out whorish moans.

You faked a yawn. "You can do better than that, pretty boy."

He glared at you, but he noticeably picked up speed and added in some extra grinding for show.

You could see him leaking precum, and he was quickly reaching his release, all pent up from previous teasing.

"Close already? You can cum when you want, just put on a show for me."

He hated how much control you had over him, he hated that he was so needy. But he made him moan extra loud, grinding down and opening his mouth for you.

As he reached his high, you watched him fall apart, grinning.

As cum spurted out of his cock, he collapsed on you, riding the waves as you petted his dual colored hair lovingly.

As soon as he started to recover, he exclaimed a quick 'what?' as you lifted him off of your strap quickly, placing him on his back.

Once he was in the position you wanted, you thrusted sharply into his hole, hitting his prostate on the first try.

"No no no I- I'm sensitive!" He could barely get out what he wanted to say with the way your sharp thrusts jumbled his brain. "Please, no I can't~ AGHh"

He felt you everywhere, he couldn't do it, he felt so much better when if was you fucking him, but it hurt and he couldn't take it and~

Before he could manage any other thoughts, he came with a broken "noooo", and this time, you didn't even give him a pause, lifting his legs onto your shoulders and shoving in even more brutally.

He could barely make a sound, it was too much, and the last thought he remembered having was how he wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

You grinned at his fucking out face, he could take one more, right?

Well, one more turned into two, and two turned into one last one before he passed out.

~~~

The next morning.

"Ack!"

You were awoken to Shoto crying out, and you groggily turned over to see him on the floor.

"I tried to get up, but..."

His face flushed with the implications of his position as you smirked up at him.

"Not able to walk, are you? Not since you had so much fun last night."

With a wink, you bundled back into the blankets as he glared at you.

~~~

The end!!

That was really rushed, but I hope it turned out well!

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[mamayan]

Can you do more dom muzans daughter please??? 🥺🥺

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Demon! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dom! Reader • Sub! Genya • Puppy Training • Genya referred to as dog/puppy/mutt • Praise/Degradation • Anal beads/Pegging • Strap Sucking • Dumbification • Edging/Denial • Owner/Pet Dynamic • Dacryphilia • Begging

P.1 Here

Pride is an illusion.

Genya realized this once the truth came to light.

He realized you were like Nezuko. Not harming humans or devouring them like he thought. Despite being Muzan’s offspring and first creation as a demon, you’d withheld your desires and nature longer than any other. In a way, you were allies.

That realization came with another.

“A-ah~ nghh—!”

“Such a good puppy, they’re all in now.”

His ass felt so full it was unbelievable they’d all actually fit inside him, only the long furry leather tail end swinging between his legs now was out. The cool heavy glass beads looked frightening when you’d first spoke of where you’d put them, but as he wiggled his hips, Genya couldn’t help but pant like the animal you likened him to. Tongue out as drool pooled onto the floor below, head dizzy as his fingers dug into the bedding below.

“Bad boy.” A harsh and startling tug on his neck jerked his attention upward to where you stood. The fine leather collar around his neck was turning his pale skin beneath it red from how often you’d tugged on it today. The silver delicate chain attached to the collar ran a rope and led up to your hand which held the end. A leash.

“Eyes on me.” Your order is absolute. He can’t—doesn’t want to—disobey. Not when you make him feel like this, not when you’re so beautiful even as you frown down at him.

“W-woof—!” His bark still needs work, a little awkward and timid, but it was cute how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it, smile crooked and eyes a bit blurry with tears. His long lashes held the soft dew like crystals decorating them, and his flushed and sweaty skin broke up his intimidating appearance. You cooed down at him, crouching a bit to pet the soft line of hair that wasn’t shaven in the middle, pushing a few strands off his forehead which had gotten stuck during his insertion process.

“Be good for me puppy, I’m going to go get a new toy for us to play with.” Then you left, leaving Genya still on all fours, his ass full of the anal bead tail you’d fucked him with, and the tight rope around his cock turning the poor appendage a dark red as it pathetically leaked pre-cum.

He trembled and panted, and an enormous part of him needed to untie the damn rope around his cock so he could finally cum, but another half of him fought against that disobedient desire. He didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on your face, nor did he think he could handle it.

You came back quickly, which he was grateful for as his urges were becoming near unbearable in his solitude. He was also very proud he hadn’t broke, because you came back completely naked. His eyes widening and soaking up your nude figure, his swollen cock jumping in another plea to cum but especially inside of you.

“Is puppy excited? I bet you wish you could put your little puppy cock inside me, but that can wait another day.” You held something in your hand, and it took his brain a moment to register the phallus shaped object. “I have a new game we can play.” Then you were using a dark red silk and tying it around your waist, his eyes tracking each movement with pure rapture as more drool slid down his jaw without his knowledge, mouth parted as you wove the silk around your thighs and back up. Once it was secure and tight, there a leather holster he realized that allowed you to slide the phallus made from some type of jade into it. It was smooth and riderless unlike an actual cock, and he was dumbfounded when you stood before him with it jutting out proudly.

“Suck it.”

“…?” His silent question received no answer, as you didn’t repeat yourself. Just gave him time to process the new command.

Genya cautiously moved, as if you’d reach out and grab him any second, but you didn’t. You remained perfectly still and poised as he crawled up to you, no sitting up so he could reach properly, whining a bit as the beads shifted in his ass and massaged his prostate. His rough hands lightly touched your soft thighs as he leaned in and tentatively licked the fake cock. His eyes looking into your own the entire time, so unsure and worried of making a mistake you took mercy and pet his hair, encouraging him.

“Good dog, my good boy. Open wide and take it in your mouth.” He obeyed, relaxing under your soft touch on his head, letting the cool object in his mouth and sucking. He looked adorable sucking on your strap, his inexperience completely made up by his eagerness to please as he even began swirling his tongue and acting like it was a true cock. His hips wiggled, eyes rolling back a bit as the beads filled him with pleasure and his achy cock begged for release. He was so engrossed he hardly noticed when you rocked your hips and slid it even deeper, hand tangled in his hair keeping him in place as his eyes watered more and he gaged.

“Look at you puppy, choking on my strap. Get me nice and wet.” He obeyed, slobbering all over it until you pulled it out of his hot mouth with a wet squelch, his drool connecting it still until you took a full step back.

You motioned with your hand for him to turn around, his body moving instinctively and twisting around back onto all fours. His chest rising and falling as excited budded inside his heart. He jerked as you grasped his tail and pulled the first bead out, but was soon gasping and moaning as you repeated it with the rest, arms trembling so much he could hardly keep his upper body raised. You soothed a hand down his spine, his body relaxing as you gently pressed his chest to the floor, leaving his ass raised and in perfect position for you. His broad muscular back slightly damp from his sweat, scars littering him. Genya nearly mewled when you kissed his back, so feather soft and sweet, right over a prominent scar across his spine he nearly died from.

“Brave puppy. Just relax for me.” You took the beads completely out of his twitching stretched ass, lining up the tip of your strap against the fluttering hole and waiting until Genya fully went pliant for you.

Then he’s crying out, a loud drawn out moan as you sink inside his ass, filling him even more than the beads or your fingers ever had.

“Oh f-fuck—!” One eye nearly shuts as he gasps and struggles to breathe as you bottom out.

A sharp slap to his ass only makes him bear down and feel even fuller, too dumb already on the fake cock to think properly.

“Mutts don’t talk—,” you grip his slim hips, drawing out slowly.

“They howl,” and then you’re slamming into him, rough and fast you’re drawing him into a frenzy as he does howl, gripping for purchase he doesn’t have as you buck your hips and drive into him.

“M-master please—!” He needs to cum, he’s going to cum, if the damn rope was just loosened a little he could—

“No. Slutty puppies don’t beg like that.”

He’s going crazy. He feels so full and his balls feel like they’re going burst if he isn’t allowed to cum soon.

Tears spill down his cheeks, eyes going crossed as you fuck him into a whiny moaning mess, tongue limp as his mouth hangs open smushed against the floor. “W-woof—,” it’s more a pathetic croak than any actual dog noise. When he moves to untie his cock himself, his arm is quickly snatched and twisted around, pinned to the middle of his back down and giving you more leverage to pound his hole.

“Woof—! C-Cum pl-pleash—!” He’s a mess, short circuiting the longer he’s denied his orgasm, but you only chuckle, even cruelty gripping his poor cock and squeezing to hear him squeal. His spine arching so deeply you wonder if it hurts.

“Dumb puppies should know the only time they speak is when commanded.” You squeeze again, his wail of pleasured pain making your hips stutter and hit even deeper inside of him due to his jerky thrashing.

“Speak puppy.”

“Ma-Master please—! Let me cum! I need FUCK—!” You lean over him, soft body pressed against his back but the angle shifts and your strap hits directly against his sensitive prostate. Genya is nothing if not vocal about it, “OH FUCK FU—Ah~! Pl-Oh, ngh—! Let me—ah, cum Master, please—!” It’s pathetic wet begging, spit and drool covering his face as you rock into him and smear his head he can no longer lift into it, his own tears like rivers down his pretty red face trying to look back at you.

He really screams when you release the little knot around the rope keeping his cock from bursting.

“Cu-cumming~ oh fuck, ngh—!” He sounds nearly wounded as you continue thrusting into him, his cock jerking and spurting hot ropes of cum over his chest and the ground, hips rolling back into you for more.

You don’t stop even as he lies spent beneath you, only slowing to a languid pace as he pants and catches his breath.

“You okay puppy?”

“Y-yes Master”

“Good boy” you coo, petting his hair while fucking him softer now.

“Let’s do that again. I want you on your back this time.”

His whimpers are drowned by the night you thrive in.

Dividers by @benkeibear

#i need to be euthanized #Yan answers #shinaguzawa genya #sub Genya Shinazugawa #dom! reader #dom reader smut #dom!reader #x fem! reader #genya smut #Genya Shinazugawa x reader smut #Genya Shinazugawa smut #sub! Genya smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kny Genya #he’s so cute I love him to pieces #I threw my heart and pus into writing this

[arlerts-angel]

🖤⛓️🔞 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 4: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

a/n: i have never really written dom!reader before so if this awful i'm so sorry LOL 🫡 since it's halloween i'll put my own little spin on the ghostface trend 🥰 this is the final fic of my kinktober event :( don't worry! we'll be back soon for kinkmas ;)

cw: sub!armin x fem!dom!reader, established relationship, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation (male), light sensory deprivation (armin gets blindfolded), penetrative sex (p in v), multiple orgasms, reader is referred to as "madame" and "mistress"

taglist: @callm3senpaii @dilfkentolover @arlertwitch @nigthmar3moon @darkstarlight82 @daddydynamight @millennialmagicalgirl @ringsofsaturnnnn @la-undercover-latina @softlilpeachxx @i-literally-cant-with-this with-this @arlertdarling @tomuraslut @hannas16

there's a faint sound of tires crunching on the pavement driveway. armin walks in and sees you sitting in your little black dress, six inch red bottoms and the cherry on top: a ghostface mask.

"oh yeah?" he smirks, hanging up his keys. he places a hand on your knee that's crossed over the other and swipes his thumb gently across your smooth skin. "you look sexy, angel." he smiles and pats your leg as if he's about to walk away. you grab his arm, causing him to stop abruptly.

"on your knees." you demand. he obeys, falling to his knees. you lift your leg onto the couch revealing nothing under your dress. his pupils dilate at the sight above him. you grab his head and push his face into your cunt. "be a good boy and fuck yourself while you eat me out."

"yes, madame." he nods and takes his cock out, stroking himself as he hungrily kisses your pussy lips. his tongue flicks your clit vigorously, like his life depended on it. "just like that. i knew you were a good boy. you live to please your mistress, isn't that right?" he replies "yes mistress" then continues to lap at your sweet heat.

his breathing grows harder and his tongue-fucking gets sloppier as he approaches his orgasm. "is my little boy gonna cum already?" you taunt. he whines and fists his cock one last time before painting the palm of his hand with him cum. you tighten your grip on his head and grind your clit against his tongue. "don't waste a drop of my cum, understand?" you ask through gritted teeth and cum on his face. he obediently swallows your sweet juices.

"now, sit down on the couch and close your eyes." you coax, grabbing a black silk blindfold from the couch next to him. you swiftly tie it around his eyes. "you may only take this off when i say you can, understood?" you ask, stroking his half hard cock slowly in your hand. "yes mistress, i understand." he whimpers in response. you take his cock into your mouth and feel it stiffen as you bob your head up and down his length. he makes the most sinful noises sound heavenly. "i'm not gonna last, madame." he pants. "oh? do you want to cum again, sweet boy?" you stroke him softly, waiting for his answer. "yes please." he breathes. you acknowledge his answer by taking his cock between your lips, the tip touching the back of your throat as he shoots a second load in your mouth. "ah fuck-!" he cries out. the twitch of his cock when he cums is almost painful.

"you got one more for me?" you ask, watching his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath. "i don't think i can cum anymore." he says reluctantly. you ignore him and make his newly flaccid cock hard one more time. he winces as you straddle his sensitive cock. you can feel his poor, beaten and overstimulated dick throb in sync with his heartbeat against your walls.

"gotta make me cum, sweet boy. play with my clit while i fuck myself on you." you coo, softly stroking his hair. he throws his head back in preparation of the third round of stimulation. he fingers your clit as best as he can as you roll your hips against his. "that's it, such a good boy. you can do this. just one more for me." you encourage. "i can't–" he whines. "you're gonna give me one more or i'll take it from you." you bark, slamming down on his cock faster and harder.

"shit–!" he cries as his sensitive tip fucks your g-spot relentlessly. "shhh– it's okay. don't fight it, baby." you moan and tighten your pussy around him as you cum, causing him to cum a third time. "ah–! oh god, oh fuck–" he whimpers. "there it is– i know it's a lot baby but you're doing so good for me, cumming so hard." you praise him and remove your mask and his blindfold, smirking at his fucked out face.

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[bigfatbimbo]

on my knees begging for some Lucifer smut. Hes such a dork I need him biblically 😭

OMG LITERALLY SAME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANNA EAT HIM UP 🫶🫶

anyways i’m obsessed with him so i’m gonna do nsfw hcs and a little drabble at the end bc bestie i need him too

art by hellpple_hz on twitters

❀˖° So let me just say, if been a long time since he’s gotten laid so he’s probably so nervous about it.

❀˖° I could see him being a switch but never really a hard dom, more of a sevice top. Like when he tops it would be all about your needs.

❀˖° He definitely loves, probably prefers, when you take control and treat him. He loves feeling cared for it’s so sad.

❀˖° Has a huge praise kink, giving and receiving. He just likes to know he’s doing well. 

❀˖° “good boy” “pretty boy” “pretty baby” are his favorites because he really wants to feel appreciated by you.

❀˖° If you call him on of those during sex he’ll probably whine on the spot because he’s just pathetic like that.

❀˖° Intimacy while doing it is a must. Like please hold his hand when you tell him you’re close. He wants to feel as connected to you as possible.

❀˖° I’m pretty sure Lilith canonically pegged him so… yeah he’s very into that. Being fully taken care of by you while you’re fucking your strap into him.

❀˖° He’s the king of hell and he’s probably very stressed all the time so not having to think or make decisions would make him very happy.

❀˖° When he tops, I feel like he also praises you a lot. I also don’t see him being too dominate and rough.

❀˖° His style is definitely more gentle and caring as he fucks you. He fucks you like you’re made of porcelain, not wanting to break you and only wanting to let you know how perfect you are.

❀˖° I don’t think he’s extremely kinky but I do think he’s SUPER VOCAL. Have you heard his voice? he just sounds like he whines.

❀˖° If you praise him too much he probably tears up under all the attention. Lovingly fucking him and telling him he’s perfect? He will actually cry.

❀˖° When he goes into subspace he’s actually so cute. He just begs you to tell him how well he’s doing and that you love him. To the point where he doesn’t even understand anything else if it’s not praise.

❀˖° Also very sweet during aftercare! Definitely makes breakfast for you the morning after.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good for me,” you cooed as you rode lucifer into what be another orgasm of the night. 

“My love, nngh, please,” he whimpered and threw his head back. His face was puffy from crying and his hair was in shambles from all the attention.

“So pretty like this, sweetheart. So pretty, letting me use you as a toy,” you smile as he lets out a broken whimper from the praise. 

A tear rolls down his cheek and he lets out a soft whine when you roll your hips and pick up the pace. 

You lean forward and breathe into his neck, “you’re doing amazing, Luci, you’re taking it so well.”

He half sobs and arches his back. You pepper kisses all over his tear-covered as your hands lovingly trace his body.

“Please…” he whispers pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please what, baby?” You say sweetly as you continue to milk him dry with your pussy.

“Please,” his brows furrow tightly as if he’s trying to remember how to speak under all the pleasure, “please let me cum.”

You smile and ride him faster, starting to loose composure yourself now. 

“Whenever you want, Luci,” you sigh and let your head fall slightly back as you feel your own climax approaching.

Lucifer whined loudly and bucked his hips up into your cunt. 

“My love, nngh,” he moaned uselessly as his eyes filled with more tears. You picked up the pace and Lucifer arched into your touch, chasing his orgasm.

“Good boy, making me feel so good, baby.”

That was his breaking point. With your climax following soon after, he moaned loudly, finally releasing and falling back onto the mattress, chest heaving. 

“Oh my goodness,” he panted, “Th-thank you, my love.” He shut his eyes and softly smiled, exhaustion finally setting in.

“You did amazing,” you say softly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before picking yourself up off of his overstimulated cock.

His eyes fluttered open slightly when he felt your hand slowly tracing down to the base of his cock.

“But we’re not done yet.” 

a/n: real men say ‘oh my goodness’ after an orgasm

remember that

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[buckyalpine]

Bucky knows you’re faking

Bucky knows you’re faking. He has no idea where you met this guy or why you’re still with him, in fact Bucky almost feels sorry for him. Because this guy thinks he’s doing a good job. He thinks he’s making you cry from pleasure, he thinks he’s pulling orgasms from you left right and center but Bucky knows.

Becuase he’s heard you. Fucking smelled you.

In your room, all by yourself.

He hears every moan and whimper, all those noises you can’t hold back. The filthy squelching of your pussy making a mess on the sheets is a sound unmatched. You always smell so good after and he can’t get over how soft and sweet you are, all fucked out with a quiver in your voice, not realizing he knows exactly what you’ve been up to with those pretty fingers between your legs.

He’s seen the way you practically glow afterwards, a shy smile on your face, acting like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat minutes ago. Always when it’s well past midnight, coming down for a snack, a thin sheen of sweat still covering your skin. He’s usually in the kitchen, having to pretend his cock isn’t aching after hearing how pretty you sound, how desperate and loud you get when you think no one can hear you.

But he can.

Bucky grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, smirking when he heard your less than enthusiastic sounds and silence a few minutes later. He watched carefully as you made your way into the kitchen with nothing but a flimsy robe covering you, eyes growing wide when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Have a fun night?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, struggling to keep his eyes on your face and not the loose knot, so close to letting your robe fall open, giving him access to that pretty body-

“Oh-yes” you shrugged, suddenly feeling hot all over realizing Bucky had probably heard you, “I-um-I don’t think I’ll see him again”

“Why not” Bucky prodded, his curiosity piqued, self-restraint faltering, he couldn't hold back, not when that poor excuse of a robe was begging to be ripped off. “He can’t make you cum, can he princess”

“What?” You stared at Bucky like a deer caught in headlights, frozen on the spot, mouth gaping while he chuckled.

“I said-” he got up from his place at the kitchen island, biting his lip while backing you against the counter, your eyes growing wide feeling his hard, poorly contained bulge press onto you. "He can't make you cum? Can he?"

“I-" You stammered, gripping onto the edge of the counter, surely you were dreaming, there's no way this was really happening, all the fantasies you've thought of coming to life-

“Oh baby” Bucky cooed at your flustered state, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, “Don’t get all shy on me now bunny. Was that it? Did he make you cum?”

You shook your head, still nearly frozen like a baby deer, whimpering when Bucky groaned, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Knew you were faking it princess, I've heard you, y'know" Bucky smirked at your gasp, clearly mortified that he'd heard you during your most intimate moments. "Y'sound so pretty when you touch yourself baby"

"Bucky" You whined, not sure what you were begging for, arousal pooling between your legs, spreading your knees slightly to press yourself against his thigh.

"Tell me to stop" his jaw was clenched, gripping onto the single strange of restraint he had, his fingers toying with the knot of your robe.

"D-don't stop" You let out a shuddered breath, shivering when your robe was thrown off before you could blink, Bucky's lips smashing onto yours. His hand gripped the back of your neck, his tongue claiming your mouth as his, teeth nipping and sucking your lip. He lifted you onto the cool marble counter with ease, metal fingers swiping through your folds, gathering your slick before shoving them in his mouth, groaning at the taste.

"You're fuckin' sweet bunny" He didn't give you a chance to respond, prying your thighs apart and dipping down to lick a fat stripe through your soaked cunt before latching onto your clit. You cried out in pleasure, his wide shoulders keeping your legs spared apart.

"B-Bucky!!" Your head was thrown back when he shoved two fingers into you, curling and fucking them into you, moaning when you grabbed onto the roots of his hair, tugging harder the closer you got.

"Already sound so pretty baby" He let out a dark chuckle, kissing your pouty face when he pulled away just before you reached your high, tugging down his sweats to pull his cock out, "Bet you'd sound even better when you're stuffed, hm?"

"Please" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, practically humping yourself on him, desperate to be filled. His cock was curved towards his tummy, the swollen head dripping with precum. There was something about him still being fully dressed while you were stark naked in the middle of the kitchen that aroused you more, knowing damn well anyone could walk by at any given moment.

"You need a fat cock to cum around, don't you bunny? My bunny's such a little slut, she can't cum unless she has a fat cock fucking her brains out?" He taunted, loving the way you were nothing more than a babbling mess already, moaning when you felt his tip catch against your fluttering entrance.

"Please Bucky, need it"

"I know baby, I know, my poor baby needs cock, doesn't she" His eyes locked with yours as he started to breech your tight hole, your breath catching in your throat at the stretch.

"Breathe, s'just me baby, swear you got my cock so hard-shit" He hissed as he pushed himself to the hilt, pulling out at an agonizing slow pace, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Faster Bucky, please-please need you" You tried to get him to move but he shook his head, feeling you flutter around him.

"First tell me what you call be princess, what do you call me when you're all alone with these sweet fingers"

Had Bucky not been holding onto you, you would have fainted; you had no idea he'd also heard the nights where you desperately moaned and came over and over again thinking of him. Bucky smirked against your skin, slowing down the drag of his cock again, snapping his hips suddenly making you squeal.

“C’mon darling, what was that you called me”

“DADDYY” you wailed, wrapping your thighs around his waist when he stated to pound you with a bruising grip around your waist, the clinks of glasses in the cupboards growing louder the harder he fucked you on the counter. "OH-GOD-D-DADDY"

"That's right, daddy's fuckin' you baby, makes me so hard when you call me that" Bucky groaned, thrusting faster, already on the brink of an orgasm. He could feel his cock swell each time you moaned or whimpered, his hand sneaking down to rub your clit.

"N'look at this precious clit, s'this what you're always playing with baby? Always rubbing this needy little button, thinking on one can hear you?"

"F-fuck Buckyyyy" Your eyes rolled back, tears streaming down your cheeks when he rubbed you faster, your first orgasm choking his cock without warning. You couldn't formulate words, letting out silent screams, blinking pleasure consuming you.

"That's it baby, moan for me, cum for me, cum for your daddy baby, know you've never cum for anyone else, go on n'cum for daddy, make daddy proud" Bucky looked feral, grunting with each thrust, desperately holding off his own orgasm, needing to feel you cum around him over and over again.

"OH-DADDY-D-DON'T ST-STOPP"

"Look at you baby, such a good girl for daddy, giving daddy all of her cum" Bucky's eyes were wild, staring at where he cock split you open, his length and trimmed hair covered in your creamy mess. "Daddy wants all of his baby's cream sweets"

"OH FUCCCKK" You wailed, your juices squirting all over his crotch, making it impossible for Bucky to hold off any more as you clung into him.

"So fuckin' proud of you baby, made daddy's cock feel so good, y'know that? Y'make daddy so hard, so horny, you're gonna make daddy cum so hard angel, m'gonna cum so hard for you, Fuck-gonna fill you up bunny-take it-take my cum-fuck-FUCCKK" Bucky roared against your neck as streams of cum started to fill you, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. You were limp in his hold, passed out from pleasure, your combined mess dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

You didn't even realize you were tucked under the warmed blankets, wrapped up in a pair of thick, muscular arms, Bucky's large chest acting as a pillow. You nuzzled into him while he softly petted you hair, blissfully unaware it was just the start of a very long night.

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