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unladielike · 11 months
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"Guys are so hot," Fang began, and still had to ponder over something, if it really mattered to her or not. "But do they need abs? Well real ones," she added, knowing all her drawings of guys, sported muscles. Always. "I mean real men... not that they can compete with fictional ones anyway." And she stared rather dreamily at her phone background, which featured some fanart of another artist's male OC. It was only a matter of time, there she would change it again. Fang actually leaned over, curious what Vivian had as her lock-screen at least.
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    "Depends on what sorta guy you're talking about," Vivian finally mutters as she keeps her eyes trained to her phone screen.
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    "Personally, though, I couldn't care less if they have abs or not when I'm already set on the realm of 2D... but you're right. Fictional men are obviously better." As she continues to speak, her voice remains bluntly matter-of-fact in an attempt to make her apathetic act seem even more convincing; after all, the less interested she makes herself out to be, the more she could somehow pass as a voluntarily celibate woman.
    Either way. Vivian makes no move to shift away when Fang proceeds to peer over, and instead, turns her phone to face her so she could view her lock screen up close.
    "Surprised? It's the artwork I commissioned from you!" she then states with her lips gradually widening into a broader, exuberant grin. Why her Ikemen-sona exactly looked like the type to meanly degrade her while in bed, though, was pretty much anybody's guess at this point, yet regardless, she still treasured Fang's drawing of Malachi so much, she couldn't bring herself to really change it... despite the fact she had now received it four months prior to their initial meeting.
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oreoluvskento · 6 months
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choso calling you mommy???
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a/n: been thinking about this for dayyssssss, i had to give yall a taste, I NEED ITTTTTTT, I NEED HIM BADDDDDD
wc: 596
cw: female reader, wrote with black reader in mind but no mention of specific race, use of mommy, no use of y/n, handjobs, blowjobs, mention of face sitting (literally one time at the very end), choso is a good boy, reader is a dommy mommy
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"is this enough, cho?" you ask sarcastically as you stroke your boyfriend's dick agonizingly slow.
"pleasee, you know its not enough," he whines, trying to thrust his hips up and you immediately let go. he groans at the loss of contact and you smile sadistically.
"you know what i want to hear," you sing, running your finger up and down his weeping cock. choso shudders at the sensation and rolls his eyes once he accepts what he has to do.
"mommy, please give me more," he deadpans and you frown. you take his dick in your hand and hold onto to it tight as you suddenly begin to stroke him quickly, taking him by surprise.
"say it like you mean it, cho. did you forget how well you did for me last time?" you ask, your pace unrelenting.
choso hisses and reaches out to grab your wrist when you begin jerking him off again. "ahhh, mommy, 's too fast, i'm going to cum early," he cries and you let go.
he's stuck jerking his hips up, the pleasure slowly but surely dying down. "now was that so hard?" you ask him, leaning down to kiss his tip. you lick your lips of the precum that stained them and lean in to give him a kiss.
he kisses you back, lips trembling at your constant teasing. "you want mommy to suck your cock?" you ask against his lips and he begins to nod furiously, his eyebrows furrowed. "use your words baby, let me hear you"
"i want mommy to suck my cock," he sheepishly admits and you sit back, taken by surprise.
"such a good boy!" you exclaim as you clap your hands. choso blushes as he looks away from you, but you noticed his cock jump and it makes you smile to yourself. you make your way in between his legs and lay down, looking up at him through your lashes. "i'll tap your thigh when i'm ready for you to cum, okay cho?"
he nods again, his bottom lip in his mouth as you lick a stripe up his cock, gathering precum at the tip of your tongue. without warning, you engulf the entirety of his dick into your mouth, pushing it straight into your throat, and choso jerks his hips up at the sudden pleasure.
"fuuucckkk, mommy, thats so good," he whimpers as you bob your head. the sounds that were coming out of you were so wet and loud, it was pushing him even closer to his orgasm.
choso grips the sheets hard as he tries not to cum, his toes curled and his chest heaving. you watch as his abdomen caves in and out and you know he's close. you tap his thigh, signaling for him to cum, and he begins breathing harder.
"thank you mommy, thank you, thank you, thank youuuuu," he moans hoarsely, as he cums, shooting cum straight down your throat. his orgasm last a while, his voice making sounds so pathetic you think you might cum just from hearing them.
as choso regains his sanity, he realizes that you're still sucking him off and that he's beginning to feel overstimulated. "'s too much, please- ah mommy please!" he whines and you finally pull away with a pop.
"that felt good? you liked that, cho'?" you ask as you wipe your mouth. you place your hand on his cheek and he leans into it, his eyes closed.
"mhm," he hums and you smile and give him a quick kiss.
"good, baby. now let mommy ride your face."
pt. 2?
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sluttywonwoo · 1 year
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Imagine Felix just guiding and talking you through your first time with him
Stuck in my head all week man, i'm begging you to write about it
okay this was supposed to be more dommy i swear but it turned out really soft ;-; sorry lol
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word count: 1.3k
warnings: smut (18+), protected sex, crying
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“that’s it, baby, just like that,” felix mumbles into your neck, pushing his hips forward bit by bit until his body is flush with yours. he stills once he’s bottomed out inside of you and presses a kiss to your temple.
he hopes you can’t feel how he’s trembling as he holds himself above you, hopes that if you can, you won’t attribute it to him being weak—because it’s not that.
he already embarrassed himself when he tried rolling the condom on and the elastic snapped him in the thigh, leaving a noticeable red mark behind. the last thing he needs is for you to think that he can’t even keep himself in position long enough to fuck you.
it’s just… he didn’t expect you to feel this good with the condom on and he’s losing all semblance of control. it’s your first time, so he’s trying to take it slow, but you’re just so goddamn warm and tight and perfect that he can’t seem to think straight.
“you okay?” he manages to ask, needing to make sure you’re not in any pain.
“great,” you hum and smile fondly up at him.
“it doesn’t hurt?”
“no, you made me cum earlier, remember?”
as if he could forget. the sounds you made as you fell apart underneath him were now forever imprinted in his brain. it would have been enough to make him cum untouched if he wasn’t focusing on not doing exactly that.
“yeah, but a couple of fingers isn’t as big as… you know.” he cuts himself off. he doesn’t want to imply that he’s big, doesn’t want you to think that he’s complimenting himself when all he’s trying to say is that there’s a distinct difference between the two.
“you’re sweet,” you say, squeezing his bicep with one of your hands. “and you can move now, by the way.”
“sure?”
“mhm.”
felix gathers up his strength and draws his hips back just slightly, wanting to start with shallow thrusts before jumping right in to deep strokes. you whine, eyebrows pinching together, but urge him to keep going.
“how’s that feel?”
“s-sooo good,” you sigh, hiking your knees up to your chest so that he can drive his cock even deeper.
felix can’t help but chuckle, stroking your cheek fondly.
“look so pretty, angel,” he compliments. “‘m gonna get such a big ego if you keep moaning like that, though.”
“you… deserve… it.”
felix seriously doubts that, but you don’t know any different, any better, so he doesn’t let himself get too carried away.
“cross your ankles behind my back if you’re able to,” he instructs, “that way you won’t strain yourself holding your legs up on your own.”
“like this?”
felix groans as you do what he suggested, feeling your walls squeeze even tighter around him. your thighs are hugging him like this too, soft yet strong. he feels completely surrounded by you, by your body, your scent. it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. he wants to fuck you properly— slam into you over and over until you can’t even remember what day it is. he wants to show you what he’s actually capable of, prove to you that he can show you a good time. ruin you for everyone else but him… but he’s almost already cum like. three times now. so that’s off the table, at least for today.
instead, felix focuses on what he’s doing now, which is thrusting into you at a moderate pace, and talking you through it.
“yep, perfect,” he chokes out.
he fucks you in that position for a while, basking in the pleasant sounds of you panting beneath him. you seem to like it, if your whimpers of his name are anything to go by.
he can tell when you start to feel sore, though. your frown of pleasure begins to turn into one of discomfort but you’re trying not to let it show. but felix has been dating you long enough to read you like an open book so he stops what he’s doing and checks in again.
“does it hurt, baby?”
you start to shake your head. “na- a little.”
“let’s stop here for today then.”
he goes to pull out but you stop him, keeping your ankles locked behind his frame.
“i want you to cum though!” you protest.
“tonight’s not about me, silly, remember?”
“but i got to cum it’s not fair!”
“again, it doesn’t really work like that. sex isn’t a transaction. you don’t have to ‘pay me back’ for making you finish.”
you pout silently and begin to blink rapidly. it takes felix a second to realize you’re trying not to cry.
oh, he’s really done it now.
frantically, your boyfriend cups your face with his free hand and pleads for you to look at him.
“baby? what is it? what’s wrong— what did i do?”
you sniffle. “nothing, it’s… it’s stupid.”
“no, it’s not, i promise. nothing you could be thinking right now is stupid. it’s okay to feel overwhelmed or upset or whatever it is you’re feeling… it’s your first time after all, and i’m sorry i couldn’t make it perfect—”
“that’s exactly it, lix!” you lament, wiping your tears with your free hand. “it’s my first time and, and i couldn’t even make you cum. everyone says it’s supposed to be a lot easier for boys to cum but we’ve been going at it for so long now and you’re not even close.”
felix genuinely has to keep his jaw from dropping in shock because that is not the reaction you need right now. he wants to tell you how wrong you are but you’re still talking and he doesn’t want to interrupt and risk making you even more upset so he keeps his mouth shut.
you pause, hiccuping and desperately trying to catch your breath. “i guess, i don’t know i feel like my vagina must be broken or something. is it not good? is there something i could be doing better? you can be honest.”
“baby, no! it’s not you at all! your v- you’re perfect! to be honest, i’ve been fighting an orgasm this entire time. i didn’t want to cum too soon and ruin it for you, that’s the only reason i haven’t. i promise.”
“pinky promise?” you hold your pinky out for felix to loop his own around, which he does, sealing the promise with a kiss to your knuckle.
“pinky promise.”
“so do you want to?” you ask.
“do i want to what?”
“cum, do you want to cum?”
“no, babe, you’re sore already i don’t want to hurt you.”
“but i want you to!”
felix sighs. “baby…”
“what if you cum in my mouth?”
“what?”
you prop yourself up on your elbows and raise an eyebrow.
“let me suck you off?”
“are you sure?”
“yeah, i’ve been practicing!”
you’ve been what now? this is news to felix, and the very idea of you on your knees, training yourself to take him down your throat is enough to make him feel like he’s cumming.
he is, he realizes, when he feels his cock twitching inside of you, feels his cum fill the condom.
“fu-uck, i’m s-sorry, baby…” he gasps out, doubling over back on top of you, feeling like he’s just been punched in the stomach. “i didn’t… should’ve warned you.”
when felix opens his eyes again, you’re beaming.
“this is the best possible outcome,” you tell him as he rolls off of you.
“huh?” he asks, blinking hazily at you.
“you came and i didn’t even do anything!”
“oh, yeah… see, i told you! you drive me crazy.”
you pat him on the shoulder like you’d just played a friendly game of kickball and grin.
“feeling’s mutual.”
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imrllytootiredforthis · 9 months
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sub yandere lix is the best type of yan because he's so unexpected, wdym the sweet boy from next door you've known since childhood is actually an obsessed masochist who lives for hair pulling and rough fucking, who doesn't wanna be called sweet names like angel and honey but slut and whore while being fucked by you. I mean the boys so sweet you could've been convinced his blood is honey, so who would've thought you'd walk into the scene you walked into now with Felix on your bed humping your pillow and roughly gripping his perfect strands while moaning out your name assuming you weren't there, which you find hot of course to walk into, but how did he get into your house?
he's literally the best subby yandere, he's like my favourite bc of how sweet and adorable he is too
like baby is just so obsessed and in love with you for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.
every time he watches a romance movie it's you he's thinking of, a book? you. mommy dommy porn? you.
before you're together he'll probably listen to those asmrs like 'mommy taking care of babyboy' or something. in the beginning he'd taken recordings of your voice in secret that he'd get off to (the meaner the better aka him starting random fights so he can record you yelling at him) before he'd realized that he'd needed something more. he desperately scoured the internet for someone who sounded like you, willing to pay an ungodly amount of money once he did find someone who did. he listens to you but not you every night, hand dipped below his waistband playing with himself, eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine that it really is you touching him and talking to him.
he'd probably even find the va of the person that sounded like you as well and message them privately, asking them to make different scenarios, rougher things, punishments and degrading terms thrown in. he was always very polite though and paid them a lot for it and they probably appreciated the business.
it's hard and it's not nearly good enough because deep down he knows it's not you. not really.
he knows that and he can never forget that. but sometimes when he falls deep enough into his head, when time and space and pleasure and pain and every little thing melts together and nothing feels real anymore. when he feels like he's actually maybe going insane with want and desire and the desperate feral need to be yours, he can forget for only an instant that he's not.
of course the fantasy only lasts for so long and the post nut clarity/subspace would hit him hard. feeling so guilty and needy, he definitely cries during most of these, just wanting to feel close to you but of course you're not there.
it was one of these times where he goes to your house, but you're not there, not there when he needs you the most.
so he curls up in your bed, wrapping himself in your blanket, your scent surrounding and clouding his mind like a drug, with him taking it in like an addict.
he can't even help himself-not that he really wants to-his body moving on automatic and before he can even catch himself his pants are gone and your pillow is between his legs. the imaginary tone of your voice feeling all too real as he whines, working against the soft fabric almost violently, it's okay though because you still have two more on your bed.
his face up, moans free to roam because he knows that you'd like him more like that, you'd tell him not to hide his pretty noises that you love them too much. you'd love him. you love him.
his neck feels heavy and his eyes squeeze shut, his hands clawing through his hair for some reprieve, for a single strand of sanity in this madness.
and then you're there. standing over him. looking dark and mean and lustful.
he doesn't know if you're real or not, if his insanity desire has reached a peak and something inside of him has finally broke.
but you touch him and talk to him and you feel so, so, so real.
"such a pretty slut~ all pretty strewn out for me~"
tears stream down his face. his thighs burn and his cock throbs.
"a-all for you-only fo-for you, ha~"
and he decides, he doesn't care if it's real or not. it's you and it's always enough if it's you.
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bigfatbimbo · 3 months
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Yoooooo you legit write some of the best fics/headcannons I've seen in this fandom!!
If this isn't your cup of tea feel free to skip, but I read your "mommy kink" Alastor fic and my brain exploded.
Idea request where reader and Alastor were together prior to his 7 year disappearance, until one day he just upped and vanished. She never got an explanation. In the interim, to blow off some steam and to get back at him, reader hooked up with Vox once or twice.
Cut to Alastor returning and acting as though nothing is amiss and like nothing has changed. I can totally see him avoiding any and all questioning and him assuming that him and the reader are still together and that their relationship will just go back to normal.
Reader, understandly, is pissed. She's of course happy to see him, maybe still cares about him, but at the same time is sick and tired of Alastor assuming he's in control and that he'll always get his way. Cue reader putting him in his place with the messiest, dommie-est sex. I'm talking knocking this fucker down a couple of pegs, service him several slices of humble-pie. Maybe riling him up while fucking him by saying that "Vox was better"?
Idk I just feel like Mr Deer-Demon expects everything and everyone to fall in line and someone needs to remind him he doesn't control everything. Maybe reader standing up to him (even if it's via sex) is why he likes her so much in the first place? Could be a fic or headcannons. Again, if this doesn't do it for you, feel free to skip! X
OK SO JUST TO LET YOU KNOW!!
I actually started working on this fic because this concept is everything to me.
Anyways the only reason i’m not posting it right now is because one, I have to finish it, and two, aesthetic purposes because this was a super long ask.
NO SHADE OMG THE DETAILS OF THIS ARE LITERALLY GETTING ME LIKE 🤭🤭
ALSO tysm for the compliments your literally too sweet
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ur-dad-satan · 4 months
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Horny Obey Me! Thoughts 2
16+
The way I need Diavolo to absolutely rail and destroy me is absolutely insane.
I would let Luci, Mam, Sat, Beel, Dia, Sim, and Mephisto fuc my throat at the drop of a hat. I swear I'll hit the floor faster than a drop of water on Jupiter.
Put me in a room with any of the brothers or the undatables (adults only) while they're wearing a suit?? I'd be sweating like a whore in church. You would not be able to keep me off of these men.
I don't think we talk about Levi enough. I mean yeah, I like to make fun if him for being a weeb and socially awkward (me) but we do not talk about how fucking powerful that man is. He's in charge of the fucking army of HELL!! THAT'S SO FUCKING HOT
I wanna take Beel, Luci, Dia, and Barbs and make them whimper and squirm so bad. I need them to be blushing messes. I need them pussy drunk, red hot faces, covered in sweat, can't make eye contact, completely fucking wrecked.
Diavolo or really any of them pointing out the fucking size difference between us like holy fuck. Yes, let my know how small I am. Make me feel smaller with your overwhelming size. Please lift me like I weigh nothing. Holy shit!!
I headcannon that Beel cannot be lowkey when he wants to fuck. He won't out right say "let's fuck" in front of everyone, but he would whisper into your ear something along the lines of like "I can't wait to get you all to myself and ravish you." or something like thatttt!! Once we finish and people ask what happened, he'll say something like "don't worry about it" and just smirk. Aaaaaaaaa this man is going to ruin me. (I wish)
The bros and the undatables all competing for your attention when you make a joke that's just a little bit too... Spicy and the way that they wouldn't stop until you look like you've been run (over) by a train no matter how long it takes??
The shyer brothers would probably have a panic attack if you just suddenly threw it back on them. Like they would need to take several steps back, a cold compress, and maybe even a paper bag to breath into.
Call me tracks because I'm waiting in this fictional TRAIN- I need to use them like toys I swear to fuck.
You canonically have pacts with all of the brothers. Imaging what kind of dommy (mommy/daddy) shit you can get up to with that power over them!!
I headcannon that MC does dirty lyric pranks on the brothers when they're bored and want attention. It almost never ends well, but MC is no longer craving attention. That bitch just wants a wheelchair afterwards.
I wanna make Lucifer specifically a moaning begging mess. Beg for me to stop edging you. Beg for me to put my-... Beg for me to stop teasing you and let you c-...
I can't tell whether Beel would be immaculate or horrible at oral. Like he would know exactly how to move his tongue to get every bit of everything, or if he would misunderstand the assignment and it would take a horrible left turn... He would know what he's doing...
I need Levi's tongue and Barb's tail to part me like the red Sea.
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bunnies4steven · 4 months
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I think Steven would have a kink that I can’t really explain. After a few dates with the reader he starts to see just how much their eyes light up when they see him and he just gets really fucking hard. Knowing that they are so in love with him makes his knees buckle. Once they get to that stage he’s gently bucking his hips “love the way you look at me. All f’me just love me so much yeah?” He pulls back and just holds eye contact with the reader
╰┈➤ WARNINGS : NSFW, SMUT, ORAL SEX M RECEIVING, AFAB READER, STEVEN BEING A SIMP, PET NAMES (PRETTY GIRL), MDNI.
omg anon! I also feel like It would be such a confidence booster for steven as well! It makes him feel so dommy n’ everythin! I also feel like he would love to look into readers eyes while they give him head n’ all!
like reader is on her knees and slurping on steven’s thick cock and steven can’t help but look into his pretty girl’s eyes + reader is sucking on his cock so diligently and looking at him with prettiest doe eyes.
steven can’t help but cum right then and there and he is like “f-fuck yesss, such a beautiful girl. My pretty girl, hmm?”
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Hello, I was wondering if I could request a fem muzan x male reader? If not just the regular muzan is fine as well. And it's basically the Reader is an upper ranked demon. This takes place at the infinity fortress.
And could this be smut? With a top male reader?
Thanks if you do this!
P.S Everything else is your choice.
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SPECIAL DELIVERY!
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MUZAN KIBUSTUJI X M!READER
Genre: Smut
Format: Oneshot
WARNINGS: smut obv, cowgirl, muzan got boobies (homie still has a dick.), subby top m!reader, dommy bottom Muzan.
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Silence filled the room as the upper moons awaited lord Muzan’s presence. You are one of them. Upper Moon 2, who fought Douma and put him in his place long ago.
Muzan praised you highly, you were considered his favorite.
Nakime announces Muzan’s return and strikes her biwa loudly. The noise echoed through the infinity castle.
The sound of doors sliding and clacking fills the room as Muzan is revealed. You gawked at how beautiful Muzan looked as he was in a rather feminine outfit. The black traditional kimono with long silky midnight hair tied into a large low bun.
He begins to commentate on the next missions that’ll be assigned to take down the slayers, to be honest, you weren’t paying attention all that well, you just kept your eyes on how attractive Muzan appeared that day.
After the meeting was done, Muzan held you behind.
“Dear [Y/N], were you paying any attention to what was said?”
He appears in front of you, holding your chin to face him. He smiles and kisses your forehead.
“I know you weren’t. Perhaps because you have something on your mind?”
He tilts his head as he stares you down. His gaze moves all over your body and immediately meets the raging bulge appearing from your pants, making itself known. Without any hesitation, Muzan begins to palm you.
“Would you like to sort this out?”
He gives you a sly smile as you whimper under his touch. “Yes, I would.” You mumble, hands gravitating to Muzan’s hips.
“Nakime, Please take us somewhere private.”
She sighs and begrudgingly strikes her biwa, causing you and Muzan to teleport to a room with a large Western-style bed.
“So worked up for me, [Y/N].” He laughs, walking to the bed and patting it. You nod and sit on the bed.
Muzan unties his obi and lets his kimono loosen up, causing it to fall and just barely cover his nipples. You stare at Muzan with big doe eyes as you neatly take off his clothes. Muzan replies with a soft giggle and a kiss on your forehead.
“Good boy,” Muzan says while making quick work of your clothes. Your dick springs up and slaps against your stomach. Precum leaks intensely from your swollen tip.
Muzan immediately begins to stroke you gently, watching your hips jerk for more friction while you whimper quietly. “Such a good boy for me.” He smiles and gives your tip a gentle kiss, which promptly makes you gasp.
“Lay down sweetie.” Muzan motions you with his hand and you of course listen, laying down on your back in the middle of the bed.
He crawls on top of you before moving down to your dick and slamming it into his mouth. You moan out, a rushed feeling of ecstasy and pleasure washes over you as you feel the warmth and slippery inside of his mouth. Your body begins to shake as these feelings overwhelm it, breath staggering.
After a while of toying with you and watching your reactions with pure joy, Muzan takes you out his mouth and crawls above you, angling you to his entrance.
Once found the proper placement, Muzan sat down. You immediately react to the tightness and warmth of it all. You whimper loudly, gripping the sheets harshly.
“Ready darling?” Muzan whispers, softly grinding on you. You can only nod before Muzan rises and slams down on you at a slowly accelerating pace. You whimper and moan each time he reaches the base, back arching and tears streaming down your face.
“Oh my gods.” You moan out, gripping Muzan's fatty hips and leaving bruises. He does not falter, stripping you of any cognitive thinking as you drown in waves of pleasure and warmth.
He reaches a fast and rough pace, making you see stars every time he slams down harshly. He is groaning and growling lowly while concentrating on you.
God, you have never felt so special and wanted before and you were enjoying every second, becoming a whiny moaning mess under his grasp. You begin to thrust into him, syncing yourself with his movements.
Tears are falling on your face at a rapid pace as you lose total control of your body and the only name you know is Muzan’s. Moaning his name out every 5 seconds.
At this point you have no fucking idea who you are, only knowing Muzan and his body. All you can do is make noises and jerk around while drowning in the ocean’s worth of ecstasy you’re experiencing right now.
You have always wanted to do this with Muzan and fantasized about it often. But, this pleasure could never compare to your thoughts or hand.
You reach your climax quickly, thick and sticky strings of cum filling Muzan. Your breath is irregular as you try to catch it, recovering from the moment.
“No no, I am not done yet.” He whispers as he kisses you. He continues his pace but it becomes more erratic and uneven. Muzan soon climaxes too, white liquid covering your chest, neck, and chin.
Muzan stays on top of you, catching his breath while tracing patterns into your skin with his fingertips. “Next time, pay attention.”
He smiles as he brings you into a soft yet passionate kiss, the sweat on the two of you causing you to stick together, the cum on you not helping.
“Thank you, Lord Muzan.” You pant out, releasing your iron grip from his hips.
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A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so I hope I did okay! Sorry for it being so short, I think I could’ve done more but I didn’t know how to execute it properly. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing this.
-Kirara
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megolololo · 6 months
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i always find it worthy to note that tarn’s entire ego is implied to have been founded on a messy, post-divorce “key the car” moment.
megatron wanted damus turn against his former companion because megatron wanted to hurt orion. everything tarn did for megatron, was for a man who saw him as nothing more than a tool to hurt someone else.
tarn is nothing compared to the value megatron places on optimus: the enemy. the enemy tarn hates so much.
so i always get confused when people characterize tarn to be extremely “dommy mommy” and “maliciously sensual” and “all-knowing” when he is probably the most naive decepticon out there. hell, he might even be the youngest one out there.
iirc he’s almost the same mental age as bumblebee in most tf mediums. (pls don’t quote me on that.) he’s literally like a senior in college 💀 and he’s out here torturing ppl because he thinks it’ll please a daddy who already signed a disownment letter.
“you saw greatness in me. you saw yourself!” tarn just wants to be somebody’s son. even if he’s part of a race that does not reproduce sexually, i think it’s important to note that he feels this way because he is an outlier. and the only times he felt the presence of a parent was when he was in the academy…
this could just be self-indulgent, but i wonder if he feels compelled to please megatron because of the absence of senator shockwave, who you could argue to be like a father figure to him once. something something attachment issues something something emotional neglect leading to inability to process emotions healthily (hence the torture)
long story short, tarn is a victim of grooming (and extreme daddy issues.)
extra notes/edit:
“after all, if you could be turned…” implies that damus had too good of a heart to turn; it would’ve been near impossible to turn him to wrongdoings. do with that implication as you will
megatron using tarn to hurt optimus is a parallel to how tarn hurts others to please megatron — one is 100% selfish, and the other is too selfless. do with that implication as you will 2X
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thechaoticplayer · 3 months
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which nijisanji en members do you think are dom/sub/switch????
SHEESH ALL OF EM AT ONCE LETS GO
Luxiem
Vox: def dom, he loves being dominant but he may occasionally (with a shit ton of convincing) be sub
Ike: switch because I can def see him being assertive towards you, but like he said hed rather give hugs than be so rough and mean so hed probably be a service top, but hed def also let you have his way with u so yeah switch
Luca: dom but sometimes sub because listen hes such a sweetheart it's hard not wanting to dom the shit out of the big man but usually a dom
Mysta: alr bro I give this man switch bc he definitely has the determination to prove hes not a sub but he usually a sub
Shu: dom hed definitely be rough but also pretty sweet with you and wouldnt mind being sub if u wanted
Lazulight
Finana: sub I literally cannot see her being dom i apologize
Pomu: hmmm, I'm thinking switch with her she just gives off switch vibes
Elira: dom bc sheeeeesh
Obsydia
Petra: sub to be expected of
Selen: switch
Rosemi: sub bro def
XSOLEIL
Hex: 1000% dom that man is dominating
Kotoka: hmmm dommy feels? She feels like a dom to me
Meloco: switch fr bc I can feel it in my bones
Ver: dom man is the student council president ofc hes assertive
Doppio: dom hes a delinquent who does what he wants hell yea
Ethryia
Nina: dommy mommy status I give her top
Millie: switch I feel like shed be the bratty type to take what she wants
Enna: also a switch bc she a sassy one
Reimu: I bestow upon u a sub
Noctyx
Uki: switch but usually sub
Fulgar: switch bc I recently found out he IS ONE
Yugo: absolutely a switch
Alban: sub boy he literally cannot daddy
Sonny: service dom but wouldnt mind being sub
Krisisis
Wilson: submissive bitch but would occasionally dom
Zali: likes to be dom but wouldnt mind being sub
Vanta: dommy boy
Claude: switch
ILuna
Aster: sub boy but sometimes dom
Ren: service dom fr
Scarle: switch vibes
Maria: sub girl
Kyo: switch boy for sure
Aia: switch but sheesh she acts like a dommy mommy
And yeah that sounds about right to me :D
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joshsbimbo · 4 months
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hii i saw that you were looking for requests and first thing that came to my mind was munch mike, just something about mike being obsessed with reader’s pussy does something to me😭
Also feel free to ignore and don’t forget to drink water <33
you thought i was feeling you?
that — a munch 🤭
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headcannon
pairings: switch! mike schmidt x switch! reader
warnings: fem genitalia, kinda cnc, sniffing…, asphyxiation, oral (fem receiving), mommy kink, “princess”, drool, hair tugging
a/n: FUN FACT! “needy boy” was supposed to be munch! mike but i got distracted LOL
thank you anon for being so sweet u made my heart warm <3 YOU DRINK WATER AS WELL!!! AND EVERYONE ELSE READING THIS
also i loveeeee ice spice i HADDD to quote her song
so much yapping SORRY but the pics i chose!?? omg one dommy and the other desperate for mommy
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☆ top! mike ☆
♡ mike couldn’t get his hands off of you, he just couldn’t believe you were his and he was your’s. always exploring your body with his hands or his lips, especially in your most sensitive place.
♡ “let me make my princess feel good..” he says between kisses, trailing down your already naked body. he was fully clothed, not bothering with his throbbing cock in his boxers.
♡ i’m sorry but sniffing is hot. he would sniff down there and get completely lost in your scent. he loved it, and it fueled his desire to eat you out even more.
♡ pulling down your panties aggressively, kissing your inner thigh, making you squeal under his touch, he fucking loved it. especially when you begged for it, “mikey.. please.. i need you..”
♡ to be needed is what he desperately wanted, especially by a cute girl like you. but he also loved to tease you, even if he was drooling at the smell and sight of your wet folds.
♡ blowing air onto your sensitive clit before leaning in to kiss your wet cunt, then sucking your swollen clit.
♡ his hands forcing your waist down, your thighs squishing his head, and he melted into it. continuing to lap his tongue into your hole and up to your clit, even when you came he couldn’t stop.
♡ driving you over and over and over the edge, not wanting to stop to breathe. you’re practically screaming for him to stop, but he couldn’t help it. your overstimulated screams made his brain so fuzzy, eagerly eating you out until his face was turning purple.
♡ once he started, he couldn’t stop.
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☆ bottom! mike ☆
♡ kissing his cheek while he babbles about how badly he missed you. “mommy, lemme show you, please..”
♡ whining and sitting on your lap, kissing your face and trailing down your chest to between your legs. licking your clothed cunt as he looks up, making sure you’re okay, his cheeks flushed.
♡ him sniffing down there, his eyes rolling back, and his cheeks becoming more flushed. he’s practically drooling, “momma.. can i pleaseeee… please!”
♡ as soon as you give him permission he’s sliding down your panties and licking your dripping cunt like he hasn’t had anything to eat in months. moaning and whimpering, sending vibrations against your clit.
♡ “you’re doing such a good job, mikey..” and he’s grinding against the bed!! his cock is leaking so much pre cum, ESPECIALLY when you get rough!!
♡ your hands in his curls, gripping onto them, and grinding your pussy against his face. he loves that he’s making his mommy feel good, cumming inside his boxers. even louder moans vibrate against your clit, mumbling “m-mommy..”
♡ that doesn’t make him stop grinding against the bed though, causing him to cry from the overstimulation. he looks up at you with his teary but so pretty brown eyes, searching for yours. as you look into them, he’s still eagerly eating you out, causing you to cum on his tongue.
♡ of course he tries to lick every drop of your cum, swallowing it all, and overstimulating your sensitive clit. “baby, s-slow down!”
♡ usually he listened to his mommy but her moans sounded so pretty to him. looking up at his pretty momma and watching your back arch, and your furrowed eyebrows. his heart skipped a beat!!!
♡ when he’s finally done, he’ll look into your eyes and ask, “did i do a good job, mommy?”
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i hope u enjoyed this <3 ily
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kittyyeo · 3 months
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What do you think of Daddy Yeo (that sounds off he's supposed to be a Malteser but anyways)
He - um- he- you're his like assistant for his desires n stuff - basically you have to help him undo stress after long days - and even though he's dommy he's still so soft and also super quiet and composed even during sex - so you're scared to ever like *ahem* moan too much or anything, but observant Yeo wants to watch and hear you in your full glory so he- punishes you instead when he thinks you're holding back..
[MDNI | NOT proofread]
nah tbh I'm yeosang biased and i cannot see him only as a cutiepie, and I'd love to explore more various sides of him in my writings so here we go~ i hope u like it, at some point i felt dizzy ngl ooof😵
Imagine yeosang texts you after a really long and stressful day. He's tired and on his way home: his lips turn into a light smile whenever he sees the screen of his phone light up and showing your messages.
You're waiting for him in his room— it was always so tidy and perfect, nothing out of place no matter the moment you decided to come over.
You hear the click of the door and a few steps. You walk out of his room and cross the living room to welcome him, his strong arms quickly wrapped around your waist, his lips caressing your cheek.
-I think I might need some distraction today, sweetheart.- he mumbles against your ear, your cheeks suddenly getting warmer and warmer and your hands swiftly reaching his, inviting him to follow you to his room.
He lets you guide him until you let him sit on his bed, his legs slightly parted. You position yourself on his lap, his hand automatically resting on your hips while the other slowly pulls your face closer to his, his thumb and index finger gently holding your chin.
Your lips meet in a sweet, warm kiss: his tongue slides against your soft lips, making you part them to let him deepen the kiss. His fingers gently push a lock of hair behind your ear as he pulls you even closer to himself by your hip, your heated core against his clothed length. A light gasp leaves your lisp at the sudden friction: he was guiding you to grind on him as he delicately pushed your lower back with his warm hand.
You broke the kiss, your cheeks on fire and your hair messy, trying to regain your breath. Yeosang looks at you with half lidded eyes and a gentle smile. You bite your lip as you feel his hand sliding under your shirt: the simple touch of his fingertips gave you the illusion of being marked everywhere on your body. Your senses were getting foggy and filled with Yeosang and his sweet perfume. As his hand reached your chest, you tried your best not to let any moan leave your lips, so you bit even harder, convinced you most likely left a little bruise on your bottom lip somehow.
Yeosang stops his movements, his eyes looking for yours as he tried to decipher your behaviour.
-What was that?- he asks one simple question. Yet you knew that tone. You knew it very well— you'd hear it whenever you acted a bit too bratty and decided to push his buttons, you'd hear it whenever he wanted to punish you. Because he knows you love it after all, you love how you get so desperate whenever he refuses to touch you. He loves whenever you start begging him for even just a simple kiss. And you both knew he'd pamper you once you were done, no mstter what.
-I asked a question. You know I love hearing your voice, love. Are you holding back again? — he brings his lips closer to your ears, his low voice reaching your mind like lightning. His hands are on your waist and he gently pushes you so you're now sat again on his laps, but your back against his chest.
He rests his head on your shoulder, his eyes admiring your body from that angle. You can feel his hard length rubbing against your ass and you can't help but tremble in ecstasy. You absentmindedly cover your mouth as you observe in silence how his hands are gently exploring your body.
-So sweet.- he murmurs against your neck, his eyes closed as his hand finds its way to your heat: you bite your lip in anticipation, already imagining and hearing the sloppy sounds of his fingers inside of you, but he doesn't do so. You feel his fingers brush against your heat, teasing yet never entering completely. You buck your hips in frustration, somehow asking for more.
-Please...- you whimper.
-Only if you stop holding your pretty moans.- he kisses your neck, his fingers still playing against your core. Yet it wasn't enough: his gentle kisses and bites on your neck, his hand massaging your chest and his fingers pinching your nipples from time to time, the other hand teasing your heat yet purposely not letting you reach your high.
You nod frantically, gulping as you tried once again to gain more friction from desperately arching your back and pushing your hios down. His hand stops, leaving a gentle slap on your thigh before giving you a squeeze.
-Behave.- his voice pierces through your foggy thoughts. You gasp, a loud whine leaving your lips as you hear him unzipping his pants to finally free his hard length. He gently moves your bent legs so he can position his cock right between your thighs, a moan escaping your lips at the mere sight of it.
He bucks his hips, a low grunt leaving his throat while his name leaves your lips in a string of whines and moans. You always feel like you're reaching your high, yet he's able to stop at the perfect moment, leaving you breathless and even worse than earlier. Your fingers shyly tried to reach and touch his length, yet his hand stopped you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.
-No, sweetheart. Not yet. Be good for me.- you close your eyes, abandoning your head against his shoulder and giving his lips even more access to mark and paint your neck with bites and hickeys. Your chest is rising up and down as you try to control your breath, yet the sudden movements of his cock against you, his hands all over your body and his sweet, hot voice are slowly making you reach it.
But you had to behave, you had to be good for him.
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kunichiwakun · 11 months
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First come first serve—watchu say about a dominant hanma sister that has every right in her own belief to obliterate any men that captured her desire? Choose whoever but you might as well *ekhem* g-give me katou and doyle
I just want you to know how awfully grateful I am jsjsjsbsbs<33!!! Also, I have read your hanma sister post too so I’m honored to be using your idea❤️ there’s no doubt hanma sis would have huge tits and thunder thighs so this is...👀
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𝙂𝘼𝙄𝘼, 𝙆𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙐, 𝙃𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙊𝙔𝙇𝙀 𝙭 𝘿𝙊𝙈!𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙈𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 tw; Femdom/Humiliation Kink
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Gaia
I headcanon him to be dominant in general because if he’s already small and subby that won’t be any fun BUT part of me thinks he doesn’t interact with a lot of women so when a tall and presumably buff girl walks up to him he’ll feel instantly small and timid.
When we’re talking about yujiro’s daughter, he’s gonna feel a little less confident. His typical smile would be less bright since he’s sort of aware of her power and what her true desires are when she would corner him without saying anything (it’s in the hanma blood—what they wanted is how they wanted without speaking)
Gaia wouldn’t be okay with the idea of being her toy, but as soon as she starts to flirt and press her hips and well endowed chest against him on a wall—he will feel more tempted as she pours sweet praises into his ear and eventually he gives in.
Once he’s finally in her bedroom, he’d be completely at her mercy; his hands would beg her to ride him already when she’d sit on his lap and kiss his cheek while purring sweet praises into his senses and successfully making him give into her desire.
He’s gonna be completely worn out once the deed is done, when he sobers up he’ll feel a strange attachment to the legendary hanma sis
Katou
The easiest one to pursue. He’s already at her mercy once she presses her body against him. It’s not about the alcohol, he’s very much sober for strong women that have a dominant aura.
He’s fast to surrender when he understands that she’s way more powerful and dominating—especially with that body of hers.
His hands wouldn’t be able to control themselves as he shamefully runs them all over her meticulously-shaped form. Even when he knows she has way more power than him and she could easily crush him anytime if she wanted to, he would still feel terrified yet turned on that such a woman as her exists.
He would give in to the idea of being her toy, as long as she gets to fuck him. He doesn’t even care if he gets humiliated, he is at her mercy. Also grows an unhealthy attachment to her once they’re finished
Hector Doyle
He would be a little bit of a brat when she corners him. He’s gonna be like “I could make you cum, just show me where the bed is” but his words would completely backfire once she straddles him and he cums first.
His ego would be shattered, and he would realize what he just got himself into after making a deal with her.
He’s gonna be embarrassed and humiliated that he ended up bottoming especially when her dad was supposed to be his target to taste this “defeat” he gets his daughter’s gorilla grip pussy instead.
A very reluctant one to her dommy requests for him to do things like call her mommy or anything that could be embarrassing for him. He hates her actions but he loves the feeling of being under a strong woman like her. He just doesn’t want to admit it.
Doesn’t grow a romantic attachment but a yearning one that calls for her care, he’s just pessimistic about bottoming under narcissistic women.
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