Sorry guys, this one is on the shorter side cause I just lost inspiration for it but I hope you like what I have of it :)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:sub!chanyeol, sub!sehun, dom!reader, voyeurism, rimming, oral (male recieving), mentions of handcuffs, threesome, pwp, mommy kink

Helping Hands

“Oh fuck!” Sehun cried out, his hands darting down to tangle in your hair as your tongue swirled around his tip yet again. Internally, you let out a small huff while glaring up at him. A whine forced its way past your boyfriend’s lips as you pulled away, another escaping as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands down to be pinned on either side of his head. 

     "C'mon baby boy, we talked about this. Keep your hands to yourself or I’ll have to bring out the cuffs.“ You lightened up your hold on his wrists at the look that crossed his face.

     "I’m sorry mommy, I’m really trying not to touch you- I promise I am!” You smiled down at him as his puppy dog eyes came into play, leaning down to press a light kiss to his pouty lips. Normally, you would have already brought out the cuffs, rope, or anything else you had in your toybox to restrain him, but he had been in a subby mood all day today which made him all the more sensitive. When he’s in the mood to become your mindless baby boy in the bedroom he complains and complains about the bruises that inevitably end up around his wrists, almost bringing him to tears. While you didn’t want to deal with that mess later, sometimes you just didn’t have a choice.

     "This is your last warning sweetheart.“ He violently nodded, gripping the sheets as hard as he could while you started to lower your mouth back down on his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat could be heard clear as day from your living room, where, unbeknownst to either of you, a friend had dropped by to return Sehun’s phone charger he had accidentally left in the practice room. 

     Chanyeol had stopped in his tracks as the cry echoed through the house, his face slowly heating up as he realized what it was. He was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to sprint out the door and forget this had ever happened while the other half was suddenly reminding how attractive his younger bandmates’s girlfriend was. The poor boy hadn’t even realized he had climbed the stairs until he was suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, hand outstretched for the doorknob in front of him.

     His hands were shaking as the nerves almost swallowed him whole. What was he doing?! Chanyeol took a small step back, cradling his hand to his chest as he shook his head. Just as his back turned to the door, however, another loud moan ripped through the air. He spun back around, telling himself over and over that a small peek wouldn’t hurt. The door opened just a crack, letting the perverted boy’s eye scan the small room. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

     Sehun’s back was arched off the bed as his fingernails dug into the pillow beneath his thrashing head, trying his damndest to keep his hands from reaching for you. Chanyeol saw your head between your boyfriend’s thighs and assumed you were sucking him off, but upon closer inspection realized that you had traveled lower to trace your tongue around the younger’s entrance. A low groan vibrated through Sehun’s chest as he bit his lip, head tilting in a way that gave Chanyeol a full view of his pleasure filled expression.

     The sight was almost too much to bear as Chanyeol’s bulge strained against the fabric of his pants. His trembling hand shyly rubbed at the area between his legs, hoping to find some relief as the other flew up to his mouth to block his lewd sounds. It didn’t take long before he decided it wasn’t enough, instead unbuttoning his pants to grab ahold of his fully erect cock and pump it at a rather quick pace.

     Sehun’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision still a little blurry with pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek into the pillow. Through his pleasure haze, however, he saw a crack in the door. Hadn’t you closed it after you pushed him to the bed? It was hard for his mind to fully comprehend what was happening until his eyes had locked onto the pair that he recognized instantly. His face flushed red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

     "M-mommy!” He whined, his thighs unintentionally crushing your head in between them. The action made you look up to his face with a grunt before following his gaze to the door. You smirked as your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.

     "Oh?“ Chanyeol froze up as he realized he had been spotted, the dark look in your eyes making a violent shiver shoot down his spine. He hurriedly pulled up his pants as you made a beckoning movement with your hand, clumsily entering the room. "Well what do we have here? I didn’t realize your friend was such a little pervert, baby.” You chuckled, glancing over to Sehun to make sure he was okay with this. 

     Sure enough as you gave your boyfriend a once-over you could see his cock twitch against his stomach. The both of you had talked about a situation like this before, having someone else join you in the bedroom that is, but now that it was finally happening you realized it was much more exhilarating than you could have ever imagined. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was much too busy thinking about every worst case scenario as his eyes burned holes into the floor. Surely you would never want to talk to him again, and Sehun would be too grossed out by him to ever hang out the way they used to. What if you told everyone else what happened, just to warn everyone about the disgusting pervert they’d been unknowingly spending time with? What if-

     "Chanyeol!“ The boy’s head snapped up, the confused puppy dog eyes he was giving you made you forgive him right away. "Did you hear what I said?” He slowly shook his head. You had turned to face him by now, gesturing for him to come even closer from your place on the bed. He hesitantly stepped forward, hands clenched into fists between his legs in a poor attempt to cover up his hard-on. 

     "I asked if you’d like to join us. There’s a little lesson I need to teach Sehun that he just can’t seem to learn, so a little help would be very much appreciated.“ You said, seduction dripping in your voice as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh once he had sat down next to you. His breath hitched in his throat, a fire burning in his lower abdomen from your touches as well as the whimper that came from the boy behind him. He slowly nodded his head, mind already foggy from your words as he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

     "Alright, how about you go ahead and take off your clothes, then you can go and sit behind Sehun. Is that alright with you sweetheart?” All he could do was dumbly nod his head again, your sweet voice and gentle touches the only thing he could seem to focus on. “Use your words.”

     "Y-yes mommy, I can do that.“

     "Alright then darling, go ahead.” The words had barely left your mouth before he shot to his feet and began sloppily tugging off his clothes. Jeez, you’d barely done anything and the sweet boy was putty in your hands. You couldn’t help the wicked smirk that crossed your face.

     Oh this was gonna be fun.

sub!Minhyuk x dom!reader

warnings: use of sex toy, handjob, Minhyuk being a baby, nipple play, a little degradation?, praise kink?, gn!reader?

(it was on my wattpad that I accidentally deleted)

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Minhyuk knew he was in trouble.

The moment he stepped into the room and looked into their eyes he knew he would get punished for this.

But let’s backtrack a little.

See, the whole thing started with a bet. Which he was stupid to accept it (for his defence he was kind of drunk).

“Can you sit through a vlive with a vibrator up your ass, sweetheart?”

Of course he said yes. He can’t say no to his master. He wants to keep them happy. Make them proud.

(“Want to make master proud, my little slut?”

The moan he released was embarrassingly loud as you finally put the butt plug in for him.

“Your praise kink and degradation kink are a dangerous combo, baby.”

A slight slap on his ass and you got up from the bed, making your way into the bathroom.

It’s Showtime.)

Honestly, he should’ve known better.

The first 30 minutes were bearable, he almost felt relaxed. The trouble started when he shifted to a different position and he felt the vibrations dangerously close to his prostate.

After an hour (and many manychoked up moans later) he was trembling next to Jooheon, who gave him side glances, silently asking if he was okay. Oh he was perfectly fine.

Lies.

Minhyuk was painfully hard and he realised he fucked up; big time.

He made an excuse to stand up from the cameras (thank god he decided to wear a baggy shirt) and go away for a little. Some bullshit excuse about being thirsty. And oh boy he was thirsty.

He knew they saw everything; they were watching the whole thing go down a few rooms down the hallway.

The knock on the wooden surface and the slight crack of the door echoed down the empty hallway as he slowly opened it and slid inside the room.

And there they were. Sitting on the bed in their soft looking pyjamas with an amused smirk on their face.

“Giving up already?”

Minhyuk bit his lips. Was it a good idea to sneak out from the recording?

Ah well. Fuck it.

“’m sorry master. But I can’t hold it back anymore.”

Tears gathered in his eyes and he felt himself becoming even harder when their eyes darkened. They turned off the vibrating plug and Minhyuk’s legs wobbled from exhaustion. It was an honest to god miracle he got into the room without tripping because of the fucking vibrations and he could still feel the slight buzz all the way down to his toes and-

His master propped themselves up to the bed frame and patted their thighs.

“Come here baby, just this once I will help you out.”

Minhyuk jumped to the bed with a little bounce and crawled to his master, seating himself on their thighs. He fumbled with his zipper, his hand shook so bad he couldn’t get a hold of it. ‘So fucking frustrating’. But his master was there for him, like always. The zipper came down with their help and the painful pressure was gone. He watched as they took his member out of his boxers and gripped it. Hard.

Minhyuk threw his head back a moan escaping his lips, which was definitely loud enough for others to hear. He was on edge for more than an hour now. He felt like he could come just from the slightest touch.

His master let him go and bunched up his shirt to his neck and pushed the ends of it into his mouth.

“Hold it there, baby boy. If you let it go, I will stop and you can go back to finish the live in this state.”

He gulped but bit the shirt obediently.

“Good boy”

Their hand was finally back on his dick, which felt like heaven. She stroked him slowly, smearing the precum onto his painfully hard cock. It felt so good 'but not enough’. Their other hand slowly creeped up on his side, making him jump a little, fingers traced mindless patterns over his skin. And his sensitive nipples. The second their fingers made contact with it he moaned through the fabric and rolled his hips into their hand.

“Oh? Would you like me to keep doing that?”

Minhyuk let out a desperate moan as his master rubbed the pad of their thumb over his nipples.

'I’m going crazy.’

The room was spinning, his thighs were shaking badly from keeping himself up so he could roll his hips freely. He felt their  hot breath fan over his chest before they bit his nipples and licked over them.

Minhyuk was a desperate moaning mess. The things he babbled out were incoherent because of the shirt in his mouth and the pleasure clouding his mind.

They started to stroke him faster, rubbing his tip with her palm, and simultaneously leaving hickies all over his chest. He felt it building up, tears were spilling out of his eyes as he shook from his orgasm. His master stroked him through it, kissing his chest and murmuring reassuring words into his skin.

He slowly came down from his high. They were smiling at him. He knew he did a good job despite breaking the previously established rules.

They tucked his cock back into his boxers and pants, and took out the shirt from his mouth. It was soak with saliva and he had no idea how he will explain it to the staff or Jooheon. His master was stroking his damp hair out of his forehead, leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss.

And then they turned back the vibrating plug.

“Now go back and continue. We will deal with your punishment later.”

Minhyuk gulped as The Smile™ settled on their partner’s face.

'My ass will be red for days but it was so worth it.’

Dedicated to all of you nasties out there.

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I take requests for female/male/gender neutral readers. I write smut, fluff, headcanons, everything your pretty heart desires. Be specific about what you want, the more kinks the better (that’s what she said). 

My updates are messy.

(I occasionally write dom!idols too.)

What are no no zone for me:

• rape play or anything non con

• piss play

• gun play or any weapon

• mprg

• hardcore degradation 

!!! Also I don’t write sexual things about underage idols. !!!

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CURRENT GROUPS I WRITE FOR:

• MONSTA X (including Wonho)
• ATEEZ
• BTS
• A.C.E
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• ONEUS
• STRAY KIDS

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ropebunny (Wonho)

sub!Wonho x dom!Reader

warnings: bondage, hand job, blowjob, gn!reader, petnames because Wonho deserves the world

I offer you the end result of my Wonho brainrot.

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You watched the man kneeling before you.

Your darling was always perfect, but tonight he outdone himself.

Thick muscles bounded by dark red rope, making him even bigger – if that’ even possible. Short blonde hair damp from sweat, dark eyes peering up at you, pink lips parted and shining from strawberry flavoured lipgloss. Hoseok was the very definition of perfect, especially when he presented himself like this for you.

The rope dug deliciously into his skin as he squirmed on his knees, waiting for you to make the first move. And who are you to deny pleasure from your precious bunny?

You cradled his face between your hands as you kissed him slowly, making him relax into your touch. You moved your hand down to his neck, gripping it slightly, making him whine into the kiss. As you broke apart, you continued to trail down your hands, feeling every muscle in his upper arms.

“You are so beautiful, baby.”

Hoseok shivered as your hands made their way to his chest, brushing your thumb over his nipples, muscles bulging from the tight rope across his pecs. His voice quivered as you hands reached his crotch.

He was so big.

“Can you stand up, sweetheart?”

Hoseok nodded and slowly stood up with slightly wobbly legs. The scratchy carpet left red marks on his knees. Oh well. His erection looked painful restricted by his tight shorts. But you were ready to find a solution to that problem. Oh so ready.

The man standing in front of you was magnificent.

You tugged him closer by gripping his thighs, making him stand between your open legs.

“You will be good for me, right?”

Hoseok gulped and breathed out a shaky ‘yes’ as your hands wandered into his shorts.

You guided him onto his back, making sure he was comfortable before you removed his short and admired his naked form. You ran your hands up and down his sides, making him shiver when you finally took his aching cock into your hand. He was just simply perfect.

Hoseok melted against the pillows as you stroked him lazily. A small groan escaped his lips as you gripped him harder and rubbed the pad of your thumb over his sensitive head. You lowered your head, the hot breath fanning over his cock suddenly made him feel dizzy. Not enough.

“Please…”

You smiled when you heard his small plea. Taking pity on him you took the tip into your mouth and sucked; hard. Bobbing your head up and down, your hands found their way on his sculptured abs, scratching him slightly with your nails.

You watched as the rope dug more into Hoseok’s skin as he strained against them, desperately trying to break free from their binding. You took more of his cock and hummed around him, making his breath hitch. You held down his twitching hips as you pressed your tongue against the sensitive spot just right under his head. His body tensed, hips involuntary thrusting up, making you swallow him fully.

“Please…I can’t-”

You continued to take him deeper, tongue lapping at the underside of his cock.

Hoesok came, spilling into your mouth as you kept sucking him, making sure to get every last drop.

His hips slowed down as he came back from his high, breath ragged and eyes tightly closed.

The rope left burning red marks on his perfect skin. You can’t shake the thought of someone accidentally seeing it, which made you straight up proud.

What a work of art this man is.

sub!Jaemin x dom!Reader

warnings: a literal whole new meaning to phone sex, I have no idea what to put here holy shit

(don’t really like how this one turned out, but the loml specifically asked for this)

(update: I’m a fucking simp)

(c-c-c-c-chewing gum)

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You were one kinky motherfucker. Always ready to try new things and Jaemin was always ready to indulge. Plus he was creative, which usually lead into interesting scenarios. This time, the interesting scenario being manhandled onto the bed while a continuously vibrating phone was pressed close to his clothed cock.

He should just shut up sometimes.

You were casually leaning against the pillows on your bed. His dark eyes watched every movement of yours carefully as you continued to send him the same message making his phone buzz. You were going at it for at least 10 minutes now, no sign of stopping as you were calmly tapping the screen, making direct eye contact with him. The vibrations were definitely not as strong as a vibrator and it made every passing minute torturous.

Jaemin was ready to cry and beg for you.

You smirked as you watched his facial expression change to a frown as he pressed his phone closer to his cock. His underwear was completely soaked at this point, his thighs trembled as he opened them wider.

“Can I move, please?”

His voice was meek and quiet, the previous confidence and ego filled smirk nowhere to be found. Which was endearing, really.

“Hm? I thought you told me you can finish just from the vibrations. No moving at all.”

His shoulders slumped as you suddenly stopped texting. You latched your hands around his ankles and pulled Jaemin closer to you. He fell back on the bed, his hair looked like a halo around his pretty face.

You traced your fingers around the outline of his cock. Jaemin mewled as your cold hand made contact with his overheated skin. His whole body was twitching as he released a whine and rolled his hips into your touch. His underwear was positively drenched by his precum, you could basically see his cock through the soaked white fabric.

You grabbed both of your phones and pressed his back to where it belongs. Jaemin whimpered, face flushed a deep shade of red as he held his legs open for you.

“What a good boy.”

You cooed as you dialed his phone this time. His voice hitched higher and higher as you moved his phone up and down his cock, eventually settling at his head, pressing down a little harder. You knew he wouldn’t last longer, not with you teasing his most sensitive spot.

And you were right.

Jaemin gasped out for air as he came, eyes squeezed shut, his cock was drooling, soiling the white fabric even more. He continued to roll his hips into your hands, even though the phone stopped ringing, driving himself to overstimulation.

He released a hiccup as you pulled your hand away. Sweeping his sweaty hair out of his face you smiled at him.

“Youmoved, baby. This is not what we agreed on.”

Seeing your sickeningly sweet smile, he gulped as he tried to move from under you.

Yes, Jaemin should just shut the fuck up the next time he has a wild idea.

‘johnny’ (NCT/Ten + Johnny)

dom!reader x dom!Johnny x sub!Ten

warnings: johnten, mommy + daddy kink, calling Ten princess andslut, spitting (?), no unprotected sex in this household, brief finger sucking, anal sex, fingering, the usual filth from me, vaginal sex, riding

(lmao I did actually wrote a part 2)

(didn’t turn out how I wanted, but I birthed it anyway)

(a long one and i was listening to nillili mambo by block b [slowed + reverb])

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Asking Johnny to have a threesome with you and your boyfriend wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.

(“Do you want to fuck us?”

Johnny spit out his coffee which landed directly on your face. When you told Ten that you wanted Johnny to spit on you, well, you weren’t thinking about this.

“Whatthefuck?!”

His eyes were blown wide, mouth slightly open as he stared at your unamused face and at your smirking boyfriend.)

But alas, everything was carefully planned and arranged, making sure that all three of you will be alright with the…events through the night (communication and kink negotiation are sexy).

And this led right to your bedroom and you watching Johnny picking your boyfriend apart. The way they kiss is hot, open mouthed and wet. You could already see Ten loosing himself in Johnny; his smell, his big hands and the way he completely pinned him to the bed. Oh yes, he was a goner. 

And (not surprisingly at all) you loved watching them. After a few minutes of intense kissing, Johnny nosed Ten’s jaw, making him tilt his head to grant more access to Johnny’s (fucking sinful) lips. He trailed his tongue down the length of Ten’s neck, biting into his soft flesh. Ten whined and grasped Johnny’s broad shoulders as he wrapped his legs around his waist.

And you? You were sitting in an armchair, placed right next to the bed, enjoying the view. Your hands already wandered down into your shorts, two fingers seated deep inside you, waiting for to join the fun. Waiting for Johnny to rile up your boyfriend just a little more.

Johnny pulled away from Ten as he slowly unbuckled his belt.

“Do you want to tell daddyhow much you want him, kitten?”

Whoomp there it is. That demanding voice you always wanted to hear. You bit your lips as you choked on a moan looking at the two men on your bed. Ten answered with a string of curse words and a lot of please daddy as he stared at Johnny and his clothed cock. Which was…yes, you were kinda glad it’s not you who’s going to get fucked by him tonight.

“The two of you are so incredibly hot.”

You gained their attention as you stripped naked and climbed next to Ten, being well aware of their hungry gaze running over your body.

“Come here baby.”

You coaxed Johnny towards you and put your fingers in his mouth.

“Lick them clean for me?”

You heard Ten moan under the two of you, but you didn’t break eye contact with Johnny. He obediently sucked on your fingers, taking them fully into his mouth. You slightly pushed them down against his tongue, watching him with a smile as he diligently sucked your fingers clean. He released them with a pop, licking his lips and still holding eye contact.

“Good boy.”

Your attention was back to Ten, who was looking at the two of you with wide eyes. You straddled him, your back to Johnny, as you took hold of his leaking cock, using your thumb to spread the liquid all over the head, and pumping the whole length with firm strokes.

You felt Johnny pressing his chest to your back, hugging your waist as he put his chin on your shoulder.

“He’s so beautiful.”

“And he’s all ours.”

You turned you head to the right, capturing Johnny’s lips into a filthy kiss, putting on a show for Ten, who was still whining under you. Breaking the kiss, you let your saliva drop directly at your boyfriend’s positively red and leaking cock. Ten moaned at the sight before him and he tried to rock his hips into your touch.

“Would you like daddy to finger you, princess?”

After Ten’s positive answer (“yes fuck yes mami please”) you climbed off of him and handed the lube to Johnny as you settled next to Ten’s head, stroking his hair and littering his face with kisses.

Meanwhile Johnny poured a generous amount of lube onto his long fingers, smearing it over Ten’s (probably twitching) hole. He hissed at the coldness of it. Johnny shot an apologetic smile and immediately went back to work. He circled the tip of his middle finger around the hole, slowly sinking it in. Ten released a high pitched whine and opened his legs for more access.

“You are already so loose for daddy.”

Johnny marveled at your boyfriend as he pushed another finger inside, making Ten twitch. You chuckled and your fingers slowly teased his nipples just as Johnny started to scissor his fingers.

“I had to fuck him this morning. He wouldn’t shut about you and your big dick.”

You answered offhandedly to Johnny as your mouth found Ten’s very sensitive ears. He moaned lowly at your words, blush creeping down his neck, spreading to his chest. Johnny added the third finger, kneading your boyfriend’s thighs as he slammed his fingers deep inside Ten. Ten mewled at the feeling, cock twitching and oozing pre cum onto his stomach.

“Are you good princess?”

You asked him, combing his sweaty hair out of his face. Ten gave you a nod and squeezed your unoccupied hand. You got up from your lying position, kneeling next to Johnny, who still had his boxers on. You sent him a sweet smile and motioned at him to stand up. Freeing him from his boxers, you shamelessly stared at Johnny in all his glory in front of you. Delicious abs flexing at the slightest touch of yours, hair messy and lips kissed red. You grabbed his nearly dark purple cock, giving it a gentle tug as you firmly pressed your tongue against the base and licked it all the way to the head. Your eyes were holding his, not letting him look away from the sight as you pressed a light kiss to the tip and grasped the base.

“Would you like to fuck Tennie now?”

Johnny licked his lips, hands tangled in your hair as he looked behind you at Ten.

“If you let me, mami.”

You smiled at the name, putting on a condom for him and lubing him up for your boyfriend. Johnny grabbed his hips (that will leave a delicious bruise) and slowly guided himself inside. Both men moaned at the feeling, Ten already clawing at Johnny’s back, babbling out incoherent words. Which usually meant that the dick was mindblowing. Johnny stilled his hips when he was fully inside, letting out big puffs of air, looking down ad Ten and his scrunched up face.

“You alright, princess?”

“Y-Yeah…just give me – a second please.”

After a few moments of teasing touches, Ten started to squirm, which Johnny took as a sign to continue. He slowly started to move, setting an easy rhythm. Which, of course, let your boyfriend beg for more. Greedy little shit.

“Beg for daddy, princess.”

Johnny stilled for a moment, you could easily read from his face that Ten tightened himself around his cock. His eyes turned impossibly dark, one hand left Ten’s thigh as he grasped the smaller man’s face, forcing his mouth open. Johnny spitting in your boyfriend’s mouth might be the hottest thing you ever witnessed.

“Did I stutter, slut?”

You looked at the pair with an amused face as Ten started begging and the first tears rolled down his cheeks. Johnny picked up his pace, grasping Ten’s small waist tightly as his thrusts deepened. Now that both of your boys were enjoying each other, you decided to have your fun. Slipping a condom on Ten’s cock you threw your legs over his hips, grinding your wet pussy against his cock. 

Ten released a loud gasp as you sank down, Johnny hissing next to your ear as he dropped his head on your shoulder, biting the flesh. Chest heaving, you circled your hips, coaxing out some choked up moans from Ten. His hands flew to your hips, trying to ground himself, which he failed miserably as you started bouncing a little on his lap, thighs flexing as you supported your weight.

You knew that Ten won’t last long, in fact, neither of you will. Johnny was already riled up, Ten was only holding back because he’s a good boy, waiting for your permission.

You pulled Johnny’s right hand between your legs, pressing the pad of his fingers against your clit.

“Get me off, baby.”

Johnny happily complied, and he trailed circles around your clit, making you squirm on top of Ten. Who was close. He looked up at you, asking for permission, which you gave with a nod. Two harsh thrust later (from both you and Johnny) Ten came with a silent scream, head thrown back and back arching from the bed. You clenched around him, making him whine from overstimulation.

Johnny was grunting and gasping right next to your as his fingers moved faster on you. Your moan broke off to a choke as you felt yourself closer to release. Johnny stilled behind you, obscenely moaning right into your ear, pressing himself closer to you.

Ten squirmed from overstimulation when you cried out, entire body tightening up as you finished around him with a loud moan.

 The three of you were a breathless mess, cuddling each other at the center of your bed.

“So second round?”

You kicked Johnny on his kneecaps as Ten squeaked out a ‘fuck no’.

He laughed as he pulled the two of you closer.

Best fucking decision you ever made.

sub!Ten x dom!reader

warnings: pegging, light choking, slight mommy kink (mami), calling Ten princessbecause he deserves it, cum eating, johnten but not really?, Ten being manhandled 

(shameless self indulgement and porn)

(might write a part 2 if i have enough creativity for it)

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You knew that your boyfriend had a thing for Johnny. I mean who blames him? Not you, that’s for sure.

Johnny Suh, tall and handsome with a blinding smile. It was hard not to notice him. You could see it right away how Ten looked at him from time to time. How he always held Johnny’s much bigger hands in his small ones. The flirty remarks, intense eye contacts… He practically mooned over the man when he thought no one was looking.

But you saw it.

It was… intriguing, so to say. You wanted to see how Johnny would ruin your precious boyfriend. You wanted to see Ten being absolutely wrecked by him.

It was always Ten’s thing; getting partners who are way bigger than him. First it was Taemin. Tall, broad shoulders, cute face. Then Jaehyun. Then that Japanese guy from the basketball team.

Then you.

You thought about how to bring it up to him. Your boyfriend is shameless, but you weren’t sure about his reaction if you’d straight up ask for a threesome.

(Ten tends to get jealous easily. A jealous Ten is a bratty Ten.)

You wouldn’t oppose, seeing your boyfriend being rammed by someone else might’ve been a long repressed fantasy of yours. And seeing Ten and his growing crush on Johnny, you decided to finally act upon it.

Ironically, the revelation came to you during sex.

Ten was riding your strap like his life depended on it. He was on edge all day (god bless Nakamoto Yuta and his cock cage idea) and, judging from the little hiccups and his steel grip on your shoulders, he was close. You trace your middle finger around his rim, feeling where the two of you are connected, marveling about how his small body takes you so well. Ten moaned at the feeling, twisting his hips more, trying to grind your strap even deeper inside of him. Your boyfriend always liked being filled to the brim. You wonder if…

“Do you think Johnny would be bigger than my strap?” you voice your thought as you trailed your right hand up from his hips to his neck.

And you squeezed. Hard.

He moaned and circled his hips harder and faster, making the headboard rock against the wall (poor neighbours…).

“F-fuck y/n…”

“That’s right, baby. He would probably fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for days.”

You pulled him off of your strap as you flipped your position, effectively slamming Ten against the pillows. Slotting yourself between his spread legs, you watched his hole flutter around nothing as Ten was clawing at your forearms, whining for your attention.You slowly sank back inside of him as you threw one of his legs over your shoulder and the other around your hips, changing the angle of your thrusts, directly hitting his prostate. Soon the room was filled with Ten’s high pitched moans and the sound of slapping skin.

Ten gripped the pillow under his head as you put your hand back around his neck.

“Do you like it when I throw you around, princess?”

His sobs became increasingly louder as you folded him in half (Ten and his sinful flexibility) and shared a messy, saliva filled kiss, eventually swallowing his delicious moans you were fucking out of him.

“Hope you’re still thinking about Johnny.”

You picked up your pace, slamming your hips against him, as Ten was basically sobbing underneath you, cock hitting his stomach from your powerful movements.

“You are a good boy, right Tennie? What do you want him to do to you?”

You sank your teeth in his shoulders as he started blabbering about ‘johnny and his big dick’ without any shame or dignity. Ten’s eyes were half lidded, his face a big mess of tears and saliva, yet he was the most magnificent thing in the world for you. He continued spitting out incoherent sentences, mostly a big mess of your name and fuck shit fuck, as he unconsciously snapped his hips to meet your thrusts halfway.

You continued whispering dirtier and dirtier things to your boyfriend, getting him closer to the edge.

“Please mami touch me please!”

You took pity on your boyfriend as you wrapped your hand around his weeping cock (even though you wanted to see him come untouched. Well, there’s always a next time) and he rewarded you with progressively louder moans.

With a final squeeze around his neck and a loud moan (which suspiciously sounded like ‘johnny’) he came all over your hands and his stomach. His hips angled up as you continued to fuck him through his orgasm, body twisting underneath you. You slowed down your thrusts and slowly pulled out as you admired the fucked out expression of your boyfriend.

“Aw baby, look at the mess you made…”

You cooed at him as you gathered his cum and smeared it on his lips, your eyes glued to him as he swiped his tongue along his lips to collect the remaining drops, smiling up at you.

“Good boy.”

Later that night (after some pizza and aftercare) the two of you cuddled in bed, drifting to sleep when you finally asked The Question™.

“Soooo…do you wanna have a threesome with Johnny?”

You could feel Ten’s smile on your shoulder as he hugged you tighter.

“I thought you would never ask.”

sub!Wooyung x dom!reader + sub!San

warning: gn!reader, pet play (kinda), use of sex toys (dildo, buttplug), master kink, Wooyoung being Wooyoung, shy baby San, woosan if you squint, explicit language, exhibitionism, fingering, handjob, collars

(from my wattpad that I accidentally deleted)

(this one is long) (that’s what she said)

(IM GOING TO HELL FOR THIS)

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Finally a night alone with you.

Wooyoung was desperately tired of the lack of privacy you both get from his band mates. In the past week they barged into the room, unannounced, without knocking, and caught you in some not so innocent positions.

Hongjoong, being the best dad, took pity on the both of you and took out the others for a movie night.

Which meant at least 4 hours alone time.

Wooyoung smirked as he checked himself in the mirror. Cat ears, a pretty little collar with your name tag on it, paired with a crop top and  booty shorts that hid the butt plug which has been torturing him for an hour now.

Everything was perfect.

He knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back if you see him in such an outfit.

The front door opened with a click.

Wooyoung took one last glance at his reflection before he strolled down the hallway to you.

The moment your eyes met he realised how much he missed you. All the stolen kisses weren’t enough anymore, and this comeback was stressful enough to him. But he didn’t want to think about this right now. He only wanted you.

He leaped and landed in your arms, his legs circling your waist as you held him up by his thighs.

“Someone’s really eager.”

You chuckled and started walking towards his room. Your fingers  slipped under the tight legs of his short and teased the skin there.

“And you’re looking so pretty for me baby. What are you planning?”

Wooyoung smiled into your neck as he tightened his legs around you.

“Me? Nothing. Do you know me as someone who would plan something?”

“I hope you don’t want me to answer this baby boy.”

Wooyoung’s lips curled into a smile as you finally (fucking finally) laid him in top of his bed.

Wooyoung missed this; the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin, the way you looked at him like he was the only one for you. But this time he didn’t crave you soft touches. He wanted you to be rough, to completely wreck him. He voiced his thoughts to you and watched with shining eyes as you pulled down your shirt and threw it on the ground with a soft smile.

“Anything for my favourite boy.”

You sit back on the bed and carefully guided Wooyoung into a kneeling position in front of you.

“So what did you do today? Were you a good boy?”

You asked as you combed your fingers through his soft black hair and played with the fake cat ears. Cute.

“I might have been a bad boy today, master.”

Your hands stilled in his hair from this sentence. You traced his jawline and tilted his head up so you could look into his eyes. Wooyoung had to fight back a satisfied smirk looking at your facial expression.

‘Bingo’.

“What do you mean by that, baby?”

Wooyoung bit his lips and looked into your eyes. They were so dark and pretty. He couldn’t stop squirming from the intensive look you gave him.

“When Joong hyung said he will give us some privacy and took out the others…well…I might’ve got excited and…and I decided I will open myself up for master.”

Wooyoung was waiting for you answer. Your face was blank as you tilted your head to the right. He knew damn well he was playing with fire. You loved his ass that was no secret. Sometimes you could spend hours fingering him open and making him come just from that. And he loved your fingers like crazy. But he wanted to challenge you.

You smiled down at him and gently swiped your thumb over his bottom lip.

“Would you care to show me?”

Oh. Well that was definitely not what Wooyoung was expected.

“W-what do you mean, master?”

“Show me how you fingered yourself, baby. I’m really intrigued to see it.”

Wooyoungs gulped. 'Holy fucking christ this is not how I planned this’.

“How do you want me, master?”

“Lay on the bed, ass up. The ears and the collar are staying. The rest is up to you.”

You bowed down to kiss his forehead before you stood up to search for some lube.

Wooyoung waited for you to sit down and pay attention to him again when he started stripping. First the crop top, which was a little difficult (and not sexy at all) to get off because of the cat ears. Then he turned around and slowly eased himself out from the too tight booty shorts. As he crawled on his bed and was (finally) facing the headboard, where you were sitting, the most beautiful sight greeted you.

You let out a loud groan as the buttplug visibly shifted inside of him.

“Jesus fucking christ Wooyoung…”

You reached out with your hands to pull his cheeks apart a little more which made him release a moan. Wooyoung was always so sensitive and exceptionally loud. You wondered how many hours passed since he eased the buttplug inside of him.

You pulled your hands away as you laid back against the headboard.

“I won’t touch you, baby. But I will talk to you. If you will be a good boy, you will get fucked rough. If you won’t, well, I will leave you like this; all hard, leaking. Understood?”

“Yes master.”

“Good boy.” You patted his calves indicating that he can start the show.

Wooyoung’s right hand immediately found the buttplug. He started to slowly ease it out of himself. His rim deliciously stretched around the thick middle part of the plug. When the whole thing was almost out he pushed back. He repeated his actions a few times, each time moaning louder and louder. God you loved how vocal he was.

“Use your fingers. I want to see you nice and open.”

Wooyoung whined but he pulled out the buttplug without a complain. His hole was gaping around nothing (oh lord help me) and he was already lubing up two fingers.

“Just one finger. We gonna take this slow baby.” Wooyoung bit his tongue not to snap back at you. But as always, he was desperate for a rough fuck.

The first finger slipped in easily, he was knuckles deep in one go. Feeling your gaze made Wooyoung even more needy. And he wanted to please you, he wanted to be a good boy for you. He started to thrust his fingers, desperately searching for that spot he can’t seem to reach from this position.

“You can add another one. You’re doing good, baby. Such a beautiful sight for me…”

Wooyoung released an embarrassingly (adorable) loud moan at your words as he pushed two fingers inside of his hole. The stretching was definitely not enough compared to the buttplug. His moans increased in volume as he started to finger himself faster. He was so fucking close.

And then the front door opened.

Both of you frooze in your spots. It hasn’t even been an hour! The rest of the boys are not supposed to be back for at least 4 hours…

And then you caught a glimpse of Wooyoung’s wicked smile. He carefully started to move his fingers again, looking for that bundle of nerves that made him see stars. You knew he had a slight exhibitionism kink, but you never thought he would involve one of his band mates, even if it’s indirectly happening.

The quenching sound of the lube and your shallow breaths were the only audible things in the room. You decided to indulge his kink a little. Just a little.

You started to stroke and grope the back of his thighs which made him breathless. Then you delivered a hit. And Wooyoung released the loudest moan you ever heard from him.

Both of you knew that whoever was at the other side of the door heared it. And (hopefully) they knew what the two of you were up to.

The doorknob twisted. Well fuck.

“Wooyoung? Everything alright in here?”

Choi Fucking San.

Both of you stilled on the bed, when Wooyoung suddenly grinned.

“Yes? Come in, San.”

“Wooyoung what the fuck?” You hissed as you whipped your head back to the door. San’s head peaked into the room with a grin. But as soon as he saw your position he stumbled back and slammed the door shut.

“Oh god I’m so sorry! I thought you were just pranking me!”

“Hey master.”

You looked down at Wooyoung who wore a cocky smirk. Did he planned this?

“Can he watch us?”

The question made you froze. It’s not like you’re against it, oh no. Even just the thought of someone is watching the two of you made you extremely horny. But you weren’t sure about San wanting this. The boy was a blushing mess every time sex came up in a conversation. He can be a beast on the stage but in reality he’s just a shy boy who has 0 experience.

“Is he even into the nasty shit we are?” But you already knew your answer. What Wooyoung wants (usually) Wooyoung gets. “But yes, sure. If he’s comfortable with it.”

Wooyoung couldn’t hold back his satisfied smirk this time.

“Sannie can you come back?”

He carefully pulled out his fingers and wiped them down on the sheets. Classy.

San was completely red and his eyes darted around the room, carefully avoiding you and Wooyoung. How fucking cute.

“Me and y/n were wondering if you would like to watch us?”

Wooyoung’s sweet tone didn’t match his devilish smirk.

San looked like he could combust in any minute. His face was beet red, eyes big and glossy, lips slightly parted as he took in the sight before him. He slowly nodded, eyes glued to Wooyoung and his collar.

An idea came to your mind as you watched them.

“Sannie please come here.” You extended your hands for him and he took it without hesitation. You pulled him down on the bed making him face Wooyoung and pulled his back flush to your chest.

“Now boys. The plan is the following.” Your hands started to travel down San’s arms. “Wooyoung is going to finger himself open until he is a crying mess. Don’t even try to protest.” Wooyoung quickly closed his mouth and pouted. Adorable. “Sannie and me are going to be your audience. Put on a good show for us.”

As you finished your sentence your hands found their way under San’s shirt. You were looking for a stop sing but his eyes were still glued to Wooyoung. This is going to be fun.

“Should I proceed with 2 fingers, master?”

San gulped.

“Yes. If you behave you can have your favourite toy too.”

Wooyoung immediately got back on the previous position; face down ass up. His freshly lubed up fingers found their way back in his hole as he let out a satisfied sight. Now you turned your attention to San still frozen between your legs.

“Isn’t he beautiful, Sannie?”

You whispered in his ear as your nails scraped down his chest. “I think he looks absolutely gorgeous.” Your hand found his nipple and as you started to rub it he dropped his head back to your shoulder with a breathy moan. “Would you like to take off your shirt, baby?”

“I thought I am your-hng…baby.”

“Stop being bratty, Woo.”

San quickly pulled down his shirt, immediately falling back to your embrace. Your right hand found its way back to his chest while the left started stroking his thigh.

“What do you think Sannie? Can Wooyoung take another finger? Would you like to see him all opened up and pretty?”

All that came out from San was a broken moan as your hand brushed his bulge. “I need words baby.”

“Yes…ah fuck yes I want to see him like that.”

“You heard him Wooyoung. Add the third one.”

Wooyoung happily obliged. The obscene quenching sound of his lubed up hole and his happy moans were music to your ears.

“Can I take you out of your pants Sannie?” When you got a positive answer you sinked your hand into his pants and boxers. San’s dick was pretty. Average, on the thicker side, with an angry red tip.

“Woo baby, San has a really pretty dick. Next time you can suck him off if you want to. What do you think Sannie?”

You chose this moment to wrap your hands around him and start to move your hands in a slow, teasing peace.

San was beautiful like this. His hands desperately fisted the sheets, eyes still on Wooyoung and his fingers in his ass. Sweat beads started form on his forehead as he thrusted up into your hand with small moans escaping his lips.

“Master im-…hah I’m so close.”

Wooyoung started to move his fingers faster, twisting his hips back to meet his harsh thrusts.

“Would you like to finish with your toy, baby?”

You knew the answer will be yes. It’s always yes. You made San go and get Wooyoung’s favourite 7 inch dildo. He held it in his hand like it was the biggest treasure he ever seen. You took it from his hands and settled him back between your legs.

“Wooyoung baby turn on your back. We’d love to see your pretty face now.”

And oh boy, it was a pretty sight indeed. Messy hair, tear streaked, flushed face and slightly crooked cat ears.

Wooyoung took the toy from your hands and generously lubed it up. He leaned back on his elbow as he pushed the toy inside of him holding eye contact with you. San moaned as he watched Wooyoung sink the dildo deeper inside of him. Your hands were back on his cock with a strong grip.

“Can you see that Sannie? How well Wooyoung takes dick?”

You fastened your pace and wrapped your left hand around his throat. San was a blushing and moaning mess. He clawed at your left hand, making your grip stronger around his neck. The moaning of the boys were better than any of your previous fantasies or the shitty dom porns you used to watch.

“Can I cum? Im- so close…”

Wooyoung collapsed and moved his hand even faster. He was sobbing and bucking his hips to chase after the pleasure. His cock was leaking precum; you wondered if he’s going to cum untouched.

“Anytime you’re ready Wooyoung. You’ve been such a good boy to me.”

Your hand sped up on San, teasing the slit (which he really seemed to like) and simultaneously tightening your other hand around his neck.

Apparently this was all San needed to cum. His whole body tensed as he pressed himself more into your body, chanting don’t stop right next to your ear. His legs were badly shaking, eyes still on Wooyoung.

Who did came untouched in the end. You were so observed in San that you completely missed Wooyoung and his orgasm.

Such a shame.

Your boy was a mess, splayed out in the middle of his bed. You carefully lifted San back to the pillows before you crawled over to check on Wooyoung.

You pulled down the cat ears and throw them to the side, while showering him with kisses.

“You did so good for master, such a good boy.”

He whined into your neck, still not moving from exhaustion.

Damn you really starting to feel bad for missing his big moment…

His cute tummy was a complete mess of cum, sweat and lube.

You looked back at San and his fucked out expression.

Time to clean up.

When you got back from the bathroom with two wet towels (plus a kitchen trip to grab water, stay hydrated!) San and Wooyoung were cuddled up to each other.

By the time you cleaned them up (“I love you, y/n.” You smiled. “I know woo, I love you too.”) the boys were completely knocked out.

You covered them with a blanket and cuddled up behind Wooyoung.

What an interesting day.

switch!Chan x switch!reader

warnings: thigh riding, mommy kink, slight praise kink, whiny Chan

(from my wattpad that I accidentally deleted)

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“You’re doing great, baby boy.”

Chan was on top of you straddling your thigh. His shirt was somewhere at the other end of the room, pants down at his ankles, his black boxers were still covering him (hopefully, not for long). His hair was a mess, sweaty and sticking to his forehead and to the nape of his neck.

To see your usually dominant boyfriend in this state was definitely on your ‘top 10 hottest thing Chan has ever done’ right after him fucking you in his studio and record the whole thing. And that was pretty hot.

Chan’s chest was glistening with sweat and he looked absolutely gorgeous; the way his body moved as he rolled his hips into your thigh made him look ethereal. His arms were resting on the headboard next to your head and you had the perfect view of his tense muscles as you gripped his hips harder and flexed your thighs a little more for him. Chan let out a particularly loud moan at this, thrusting his hips even harder.

“Do that again please mommy do it again…”

Nowthat’ssomething new.

His words came out breathless. Chan was already mushy in your hands and you loved the feeling of taking control over him. 'I could get used to see him like this.’

“You look so beautiful like this Channie.”

You whispered as you pulled him closer by his hips and pushed your palm against his clothed cock, making him rock harder into your touch.

“You’re all opened up and pretty for mommy. Ain’t you good boy?”

A loud whine came from Chan and he murmured something about 'being a tease’ into your shoulders. You moved your hands from his hips and gripped his ass instead for better leverage. You pushed up your thighs to meet his desperate thrusts in the middle while your hands slipped under his boxers.

Chan threw back his head and you knew he was close by how his hips were twitching. He was clawing at your shoulders as you gently bit his neck and licked a stripe up to his ears. The moans grew louder and louder as he was nearing the edge.

You gripped him harder, knowing damn well you will leave bruises for tomorrow.

Chan sobbed at a particularly hard thrust, tears were prettily spilling from his eyes as you kissed his neck.

“Look at you baby. You’re crying. Are you gonna cum for mommy?”

All that came out from Chan’s mouth was an incoherent whine before his body stiffened as he came. Which was by far the most erotic thing you ever seen.

Head thrown back in absolute ecstasy, his mouth was hanging open with a breathless moan as he finally trembled and fell into your arms and came down from his high. He buried his head in your chest as you stroked his hair and back.

“You were amazing Channie. So beautiful and breathtaking. The best boy mommy could’ve asked for.”

Chan let out an embarrassed whine. Too lazy to actually voice his thoughts and too boneless to move.

You kissed his forehead and whispered in his ear “We have to do this more often, don’t you think?”

Whiny Chan might be your favourite Chan from now on.

sub!Mark x dom!reader

warnings: finger sucking, hand job but not really, suggestive themes but not really, gn!reader

(from my wattpad that I accidentally deleted)

(I just have a thing for small boys ok)

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Mark Lee was a wonderful sight underneath you. His delicate features were highlighted by the street lamp that stationed right outside your window. The messy bed hair was cute, like always, but the current situation made him look more sinful. Who knew that the resident church boy can look like this?

How god damn adorable.

Mark was already a panting mess and you didn’t even touch him properly yet. His innocent eyes were shining with tears he refused to let out.

You were sitting between his legs, which were spread nicely and you were gently stroking his thighs (those strong thighs that look so fuckable in skirts and ripped jeans) while your other hand was quite…occupied, so to say.

Mark was gently holding your wrist while two of your fingers were inside his mouth. You cooed when his eyes rolled back as he gagged a little on two of your fingers.

He seemed to be enjoying himself.

The way he sucked them deep inside his mouth and run his tongue around your middle finger was everything you ever wished for. He opened his eyes and moaned around your fingers when your other hand got a little too close to his pretty cock. It made you thrust your fingers deeper and a bit rougher which he gladly took with a small whine.

The moment you wrapped your hands around his cock he slightly bit your fingers and let out one of his most delicious moans. You looked up into his eyes and slowly pushed a third finger in his mouth.

He takes them so well.

He was so eager and you loved this about him. He sucked your fingers so nicely, so good. His lips were puffy and red just like after he sucked his favourite pink glass dildo for at least half an hour last night.

(You chuckled as you swiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“You can never get your mouth full enough, huh baby boy?”

He let out an embarrassed whine as he continued to swallow more of the dildo.)

Mark Lee was truly breathtaking.

And you were ready to ruin him.

thinking about beelzebub. he hasn’t ever cum properly, always getting to his peak and stopping. you, however, keep going. his stomach feels hot, breathing speeding up while you got him to the edge, a thick load of milky white cum spilling all over your hand.

mammon and feminisation.

cw: male feminisation (duh), mommy kink, afab reader, mammon cumming dry, dacryphilia

you have the poor thing in front of a mirror in a skirt, face fucked out and legs trembling while you bury the strap deeper into him. “look at you, Princess.. your cunt is squeezing me so tightly I can hardly move my strap. you like it, my sweet girl?” you whisper, watching his breath hitch while your hands trail up to his chest, squeezing his pecs while you kissed the back of his neck gently. “Your tits are so warm, mammon. So soft.” you continue, fingers squeezing his nipples. “M-M..mommy- plea…se move…” he whimpered, voice almost inaudible to you.

You bit his nape, your arm coming down to wrap around his waist. “Good girl.” you spoke, pulling the strap out so it was almost out of his twitching hole only to shove it all back into him. He keened, his hands shooting up to grab the wall behind the mirror, tears forming in his eyes. “F-Fu..ck…~!” he cried, your hips moving at a pace and angle that continuously smashed against his prostate, making his legs almost collapse. “Shhh.. Its okay, princess. C'mon, you can hold yourself up.”

Mammon’s face was streaming with tears, mouth hanging open, your hands wrapped around his neck. You had changed positions, worried that he was going to fall over. You had him in missionary, his legs wrapped around your waist. “Gonna cum baby? C'mon, you can do it. Cum for mommy you fucking slut, I know you can.” you spoke to him, watching as he squeezed his eyes shut, your hand squeezing the base of his dick softly. “G'nna cu-” his body seized up, legs tightening even more to keep you buried in his sensitive bundle of nerves. His dick throbbed, his body on fire while all of his muscles in his body locked up, face blissed out. He went limp, half lidded, teary eyes staring up at you. Your thumb grazed the tip of his cock, circling around his slit. He shivered, his hand stopping yours. “You came dry, baby.” you whispered, pulling out of him and pulling your harness with the strap attached down to your feet, climbing next to him. “Love you mommy..” he slurred, his voice soft. “Love you too, Princess.”

HI HELLO THIS WAS RUSHED!! something i wrote while working on requests. ALSO SUBMIT UR REQUESTS!! I’m back in the hospital and need shit to do so I’m not bored i don’t really have any limits, but I’m not writing for scat or anything. this is a dark writing blog too, so don’t be afraid to give me your worst (as long as the reader is a dom).

i haven’t been feeling well again lately and im not allowed to leave my hospital bed for a bit so here’s a drabble for my beauties. <3

summary: mammon humping a pillow and then some thigh riding. that’s literally it. you slap his ass with a flogger a few times but it’s only stated a couple of times.

“Hngh.. f..fu-CK!” the white haired male whimpered as you bought the black leather flogger onto his red ass once more, watching as his hips stuttered and thighs tensed against the white fluffy pillow he was currently fucking. His eyes were teary, tilting his head back to look at you with his ‘unfair’ eyes as he continued to grind his leaking cock against the soft cotton underneath him. You knew he was edging himself, you knew how he liked to chase his high and then let himself lose the building heat in his tummy. “Mammon, you’re so cute. That pillow feel good?” you asked which made him nod his head, “Feels good.. S'good, human i-..” Mammon stuttered, his back arching again, mouth hanging open on a pained moan as you hit him yet again. “What did you just call me? You trying to make me mad, baby boy?” you watched as he shook his head, a string of pleas escaping his mouth. “m'sorry! M'sorry M-Mommy..-!” he was chasing his orgasm again, you could tell how his moans became louder and shorter, getting himself ready to blow his load all over the pillow. This time, you stopped him. “Thats enough, you’ve been so good.”

He sobbed, lifting up his head to stare into your eyes. Tears rolled down his face, eyes glossy and drooling, wetting his chin. “Shh.. Don’t worry, you’ll get to cum.” you spoke, taking a seat on the bed next to him and beckoning him over to sit on your bare thigh. He obeyed, too dumb to deny you. “Move.” you whispered at him, he nodded in response, letting out a drawled out moan as he thrust his hips against your thigh, resting his head on your shoulder. You took hold of his hips, making him tilt his head before you helped him grind down onto your leg, his face flushing. “Kis…” Mammon sniffled, “Kiss m..m…-” you cut him off, shoving your tongue into his mouth and making him whine. He was close again, knowing that he wasn’t allowed to stop even if he tried. He moaned into your mouth, eyes opening as he pulled away, a silver string of saliva connecting him to you. “G'nna.. S'cumm'n..~” he managed, humping onto your thigh like his life now depended on it. “Cum for me, puppy. You can do it, cmon.” you whispered, holding his head against your shoulder and playing with his white locks. He spazmed, hips stopping abruptly for a second before he pushed himself to continue, a high pitched scream leaving his mouth as milky white spilled onto your thigh and up your stomach. “U-unmgh… Haaah…” he moaned against your shoulder, sniffing lightly as he sobbed against you, muffled. “That’s my good boy… Shhh, it’s okay. Did so well for me.” you smiled, moving your thigh to drive him into overstimulation. He gasped, shaking his head and letting out a whine which made you chuckle lightly, stopping your movements, “Okay, okay. Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

NSFW , SMUT

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The sound of your heels clacking on the floor could be heard from a mile away from how fast you were walking.

You were extremely pissed.

Kokonoi decided to be lazy and pile a lot of his work onto you. You didn’t mind helping him, but this time he gave no heads up.

Now, you hear that he’s just lounging in his office, him saying he’s gonna take a nap.

You step up to his door and don’t even bother knocking, barging right in. Kokonoi jumped at the sudden intrusion.

You locked the door behind you and then walk over to him, pulling his hair.

He whimpers from the sudden movement.

“You fucking lazy ass bastard. Did you seriously pile the rest of your work onto mine so you can sit in here and do nothing?”

“N-No mommy I just-“

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll show you what troubling others causes.” You say, untying his tie and using it to restraint his wrists.

They were pulled back behind the chair, making him unable to move.

You unzipped his pants and take out his dick, it being fully erect. “Wow, you’re already like this and I hardly did anything. Needy slut.”

You slap his dick, causing him to moan. His hips jerked up, wanting more. You untied the polyester headband from your head and used it as a gag.

“We can’t have our other members hear you now can we? But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind that.” You said, slapping his dick again.

He moans again, tears forming in his eyes.

“You’re such a bitch for doing that to me. Let me guess, you were gonna play with yourself in here weren’t you? Talking about a nap.” You scoffed, slapping his dick once more.

His hips jerk up, with tears finally falling down his cheeks. His legs tremble as he craves more from you, needing some type of friction.

He tries to speak, so you take off the gag.

“Mommy..please.” He says, panting.

“Please what?”

“Please..I need to cum.” He says, still moving his hips.

“Tst.” You say, placing a hand around his dick, jerking it up and down.

“F-Fuck..mommy!” He whines out from pleasure.

“Cum you dumb whore.” You say, moving your hand faster, him finally releasing. You open his drawers that were connected to his desk.

“Where is it?” You asked, him knowing exactly what you’re talking about.

“Y/n wait no not that-“

Kokonoi covers his mouth, realizing what he just said. You stop what you’re doing and glare at him.

“Wrong fucking name.” You said, opening the last drawer. You found what you were looking for: a vibrating cock ring.

Kokonoi shakes his head with pleas of “no’s”

You roll your eyes and put the gag back on his mouth. With the cock ring on him, you turn it on with a remote.

“Now let’s see how long you’ll last”

He moans with pleasure, moving his hips, struggling to get out of the chair. He looks up at you.

You groaned, seeing the look on his face. With you increasing the intensity of the ring, Kokonoi starts trembling, and you know he’s about to cum.

“If you can hold it for 5 more minutes, I’ll fuck you afterwards.”

His eyes light up and determination fills his body. He wants you to fuck him so bad that he’ll do anything for it.

And just as you said, he waits 5 minutes, and cums when you take off the ring. You kiss his left cheek.

“Good boy Kokonoi. Now, mommy’s gonna make you feel so good…”

You untie his wrists and he bends over the desk. You take off his pants and reach for your strap that was in the drawer

He looks back at you, feeling you brush up against his hole. “Look forward slut.” You say, thrusting into him.

He moans through the gag once more, hearing his cries and loud pants.

You decide to be nice and take it off.

His moans were loud, so loud that the offices next to him could probably hear it.

“Wow, you really are a slut huh? Wanna get caught hm?” You say, pounding into him harder.

“Mommy..mommy..yes..” He says, arms against the desk for stability.

You lean over and grab his chin back, whispering in his ears.

“That’s right baby, you take mommy’s dick.”

He chokes on his moans, unable to say anything with how fast you’re going.

“Can I…cum?” He manages to say.

“Of course you can.”

He finally gets his release, with you pulling out. You pat his head and he suddenly gets flustered.

“So you get shy over a pat on the head but not when I fuck you?”

“Oh hush.”

Pairing: Draco x reader

Warnings: smut and filth

A/N: I didn’t really know who else to make with dom reader so I’m just gonna do Draco and leave it at that :)

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Draco becomes a complete baby after sex. Curling into you and wanting cuddles and hugs from you.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Draco’s favorite body part of his is his wrists, especially when you have them tied above his head.

His favorite body part of yours is your hands for the times you’re both too heated to grab the rope

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

You always tease him about cumming. Whispering dirty things in his ear about how pretty his cum looks when it’s all over his stomach

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He frequently finds himself grinding against his bed when you aren’t around

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You were the one with all of the experience. Draco being too innocent for his own good until you got your hands on him.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

You on top of him with his hands pinned above his head is a go to.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s only goofy when he wants you to punish him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

See part one

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

You’re both like two animals in heat, but you’ll be slow with one another when you’re both too tired to go rough

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

You always do it for him. Pinning his hips to the bed so he’ll stop bucking his hips and take your slow pumps.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s your little rope bunny who likes getting choked

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On the bed is the most comfortable for the both of you

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in heels gets him rock hard

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will NOT call you mommy. Gets embarassed when you whisper it in his ear and refer to yourself that way. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves you sitting on his face

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’ll take any pace you give him but when you go slow and hard his eyes roll to the back of his head

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If it’s you who wants it you’ll have them, but the second Draco starts acting desperate you draw it out as long as you can

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Will do anything you ask him to

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depending how wound up he is he can last from a few minutes to a few hours

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys galore

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He won’t tease you but you’ll sure as hell tease him until he’s begging

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s very whiney and breathy

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He actually likes when you call yourself mommy but he’s just too embarrassed to admit it so he pretends to not like it

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

see part one

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As stated before you’re both like animals in heat

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Will 100% fall asleep on your chest when you’re done

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Commissions!(NSFW Included)

Ok! Christmas is over, and I actually like commissions :) so I’ll keep them open!

However, my prices before were really high. This was because of the time crunch I was on for Christmas. Now that I’m off that crunch, I can lower them appropriately.

Here’s the NEW pricing:

[All pieces will be fully shaded]

Profile Picture: $7

Headshots: $20

Bust: $35

Full Body+Background: $55

Full Body w/o Background: $40

Reference Sheet: $40

Writing Prices:

Three paragraphs(15-24 sentences): $15

Five Paragraphs(25-40 Sentences): $20

Seven Paragraphs(35-56 Sentences): $25

Nine Paragraphs(45-72 Sentences): $35

[Whether or not these are posted is up to you!]

If you’re interested, DM ME :)

Ok so, here’s the thing. I don’t actually think I can write for Bakugou. I know he was on my writing list, but I just don’t think I can do it. Writing someone who I perceive as a dom…being dommed…makes me uncomfortable. And I know, I know, “he’s a fictional character” “we can perceive him however we want” alternate universe and such. But I have an aversion to that sort of thing, as weird as it sounds. I legitimately can’t do it without wanting to cry. It sends me spiraling, so I’m sorry I can’t.

If you sent me an ask for Bakugou, I’m sorry but please send it to someone else, as I can no longer fulfill your request.

Hero

Deku x Reader NSFW

A/N + Summary: Once again, my daydreams are getting the better of my day. So I figured I’d share one of the dirtier ones that’s been on my mind lately. 

Just imagine if One for All caused Deku to experience heat cycles. Then one day, the two of you were out(you’d tried to keep Deku at home, but his desire to save others often trumps out anything else, despite his never ending discomfort), and after a long day of hero work, the two of you had gotten on the train to head home. You knew Deku had been having trouble that day, and the way he clung to you definitely showed it.

Not proofread, sorry

Warnings: Mommy kink(alot of it, srry), sub deku, public sex, ahegao, handjobs on a train, t h i g h

ATR(About the Reader)

Reader is taller than Deku

Reader is a very high ranked hero

Reader is wearing a huge jacket(there’s a reason I promise)

Reader can’t make up her fucking mind

Reader is AFAB

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As bluntly as it could be said, the train was awfully slow. It seemed that way, at least. The crowd of people surrounding you and your boyfriend seemed to cause it to go even slower. An awful day for it to slow down, you thought, just as you began to feel Deku grow restless. You could feel his breath against you as he clung to you, face buried in your chest. His breathing was heavy. It was hard for him to distract himself when he was so close to you. Your scent enveloped him, the same scent he’d found himself addicted to, so it was no wonder he couldn’t stop himself from clinging to you. 

“Deku…” you whispered, though he could barely hear you “Deku…! You have to hold it together. I know it’s difficult, but please try and wait until we get home.” After awhile, just when you’d started to give up hope on him even hearing, he answered.

“I-I….I c-can’t…wa-want you…wanna…wanna cum for mommy…” he began to plead, starting to grind himself against your thigh “F-forgive me…I’ve been such a bad…boy today…” your heart squeezed, he must’ve been struggling so much “p-plea-please…forgive me…p-please…”his tongue fell out as he openly panted, growing needy for more friction against his strained cock. “Baby…you know we can’t, we’re heroes! Imagine if someone caught us…!” 

Itwas illegal…as far as you could tell(even for heroes of your status).

Still, you couldn’t help but want to assist him in some way. You looked around, then sighed. Your baby needed help, and you were a hero after all.

Hishero.

And just like that, your thigh lifted up and pressed against his manhood, eliciting an immediate response. Izuku’s mouth opened wide, tongue sticking out as you began gently please him. His lewd expression amplified when he began to desperately rut into your soft flesh, taking your action as a go ahead. His eyes rolled back, and you pressed him against your body in an attempt to hide him.

You just had to go and choose a lover who couldn’t keep his vocals(or facial expressions) in check. Weirdo.

Almost immediately, he began to aggressively rut his crotch against your thigh. His mindless babbling continues of course

“F-fuck, s-s-so good mommy…please…please don’t st-ahHh-!” his face was pressed into your chest once again and(as if on instinct) he began to suck on the flesh that resided there. “S-so good…l-love you mo-mommy….wanna..wanna b-be a good boy for…for you..! Wanna cum…mommy…wanna cum for you…p-please..!”

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, mommy’ll let you cum, but you gotta be good and stay as quiet as possible, kay?” his cock throbbed at the chance of being good for you “Y-yes…I’ll be good..I’ll d-d-do my…mmMmy be-est…!” the boy had reached his high, burying his face in your clothing as his face morphed into the most lewd expression he’d ever made before. Izuku’s cock spurted into his boxers as his hips twitched and rolled against you, riding out his orgasm while he creamed all over himself.

The green haired boy wheezed against your frame, now coming down from an intense high. Possibly, the excitement of getting it on whilst on the train added to the excitement(it definitely did).

You figured you’d helped him calm down, and now he’d be able to wait until the two of you were home. That was, until he began to rut himself against you once more. “D-Deku…!” you whisper cried, this time a little more frantic “Listen, I gave you some leeway before but I’m serious this time! Please, try your best to hold out…!” his rutting continued, followed by many apologies “I’m so-sorry mommy…it won’t- it won’t stop…I-I..I can’t…!” 

At that point, you were far too nervous to let this happen. So you grabbed Izuku’s soft cheeks(the ones on his face, anyway), and gave him a look so serious it almost scared the heat right out of him.

“Listen, Deku,” you said, softening your gaze almost immediately, as if looking into those eyes of his was enough to crack your attempt at a solid exterior “I know this is tough..but we can’t do this here,” even though you just did “you hear me? We can’t.So please…please…try and hold on till we get home..” 

And then he stopped. He tried to at least.

He clutched onto you tighter than ever, holding himself still with a will he never knew he had. He couldn’t disappoint you. He couldn’t upset you. So he stopped.

Until he couldn’t. 

Until it hurt.

Small groans began to escape from him after about five long minutes, and you began to worry. “B-baby…? It’s ok, baby…we’re almost there.”

“I-It hurts…” he whispered. Your heart broke. He was hurting himself to hold out for you. Oh, Izuku. What a lousy hero you were, putting your public image above his needs. Above something about him that he had no control over. No, that was enough of that. Fuck that. Fuck the law.

You loved Deku. You’d do anything for him. You were hishero, after all.

You felt you owed him this much, so with haste, you unzipped your jacket and wrapped it around him. It was huge, so it’d work nicely. “Y-Y/N…? W-what’s…” he inquired, just as you pulled him flush against your thigh once again. “Don’t worry, baby. Just hold on and mommy’ll fix everything.” Izuku gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth as he subconsciously attempted to follow your order to stay quiet. 

It was hot. He was hot. Even moreso when you pulled out his cock and began to stroke it for all it’s worth. The bus was crowded, no one would know. You even considered getting down and sucking him off, but then, how would he stay quiet? As much as he could, anyway. 

You’re hands always felt like heaven to him, so he couldn’t help but cry out for you as you began to pleasure his needy cock.

“M-mommy…th-that’s…n-no..I ca-can’t- I’ll cum- I’ll cum a-again…!” despite his weak protests, the way he mindlessly fucked himself into your hand gave him away. “S-so…so good…Mommy’s so…a-ahHah..g-gonna…go-gonna lose my- m-my mind…so gooood~” He kept his head down so the chatter of the train, mixed with your jacket kept him somewhat quiet. When he gripped onto you, beginning to moan at staccato, you knew he was close. He was gonna cum again, and you knew, but you didn’t care. 

“M-mommy…! I-I can’t t-take it…! I’m gonna cum..! Gonna cum for mommy…gonna be a…a good boy…! Gotta cum…wanna cum…p-please! S-so good! Love you..love you..love m-mommy..!” You felt your heart swell at the honest confession, as well as him bucking into your hand. You watched as Izuku lost himself to you, forgetting about everything but you. 

“I love you, too. Go ahead baby, you’re such a good boy. Cum for mommy, ok?”

And so he did. Pushing his cock back into his hero suit, you used your thigh the rest of the way, assuming he didn’t mind the mess it would cause. You tilted his head up, crashing your lips into his as those beautiful green eyes rolled back once again, eventually closing. Izuku squealed against your lips, drowning in ecstasy until finally, he began to come back down

Until

It moved again. Your thigh. His whimpers began again as well, overstimulated. You wanted to relieve him to the best of your ability. 

You weren’t done.

One more time.

You know,

FINISH HIIIIMM

Like they say in those fighting games. 

Your thigh pushed against him once again, making it much harder for him to control himself. Poor baby hadn’t been able to calm himself down. His hips bucked against you, moans stopping and starting with each thrust. “O-ohHh, f-fuck…mommy…can-can’t..! M-my hips won’t st-stop..! So g-good…a-amaz-zing…” Tongue out, eyes back, full ahegao. At this point, he’d gotten on his tip toes to keep the friction going. And you were right there with him, egging him on.

“Good boy. That’s right. Such a good boy for me, cum lots okay?” 

and he did. 

“M-mommy…can-can’t! I-I…ahHhAh- I-It’s gonna- Oh, fuck.I’m…I’m cumming…I-I’m cumming…cummingcummingcummingcumming…I-I…!” 

And then he was quiet.

And then he broke.

You zipped your jacket up higher, as to cover his head, pressing him against you as hard as possible. He screeched. Screamed. He couldn’t take it. His tongue hung out, and he practically vibrated against you.

It was enough to cause the passengers to look around. Luckily, the only opening on your jacket was the one that allowed for your legs, so most of his sound was directed downwards. And when you looked around all confused as well, the passengers were none the wiser.

despite the obvious buldge in your jacket and probably the light smell of cum but like who cares this is fanfiction and logic doesn’t exist

And then,finally,it was your stop. But Deku wouldn’t move. Then you realized.

He’d passed out!

Luckily you were strong, so you hoisted him up and hurried out, making sure to unzip the top of your jacket so he could breath. You sped home, ignoring fans and trying to lay low.

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Izuku’s hair fluffed up when you removed him makeshift bed you’d unknowingly created for him. You laid him gently against the bed, unzipping his hero suit to deal with the first issue. It was revealed to you then. And it was nothing short of…

Disgusting.

But alas, not all heroes wear capes. Some wash clothes. So as easily as possible(and without gagging) you peeled the suit off of him. Hurriedly, you took it off and got to wiping your lover down, careful not to wake him. Once that was finished, you went to take care of the suit you ruined. And once that was done, you were done. Except you weren’t.

When you finally got back to your room you realized you also had to clothe Deku. Of course, this would only be the case had you not found him awake and on his stomach, flashing that plump ass toward you. 

“Mommy…?” he called “I love you~” the green hero shook his ass teasingly, peering back at you with those eyes you’d fallen in love with so long ago. 

Whew, boy. Who knew being with the number one hero would be so much work?

Well you were his hero, after all.

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MAN I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS I DIDNT WANNA STOP‼️ i want to do oneshots for ALL the ikepri boys (eventually) but here’s the first bit. next on the docket is clavis, yves, and nokto

beastie boys and the hunter — part I (prologue & chevalier) (NSFW 18+);

You are a Child of the Forests, raised in the wilds of the south with your kin, the Blackroot tribe. Four years ago you were honoured with the title of Matriarch, something given to the most skilled female warrior of the tribe. As a Matriarch, your duty is to venture into the worlds beyond the wilds and accrue knowledge for future generations.

prologue;

You broke into the palace.

You, what many of these folks would consider a lowly savage, broke into the palace of Rhodolite.

Perhaps it was a bad idea — it definitely was a bad idea — but you were raised to always protect your friends and allies, so by your pride as a Matriarch you simply couldn’t not do this.

As you were sneaking in, shrouded in the cover of night, you spot an unfamiliar man with hair the colour of lavender. High-born from the looks of his clothes. One of the princes? Seems likely.

For a moment, you consider killing him, but then you think of your friend Emma and decide against it. This was a rescue mission, not a hunt. You creep towards him on the balls of your feet, keeping as low and silent as you could. He hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. Good.

By the time he realises someone is behind him, it’s too late. You sling a cloth around his mouth and yank him backwards, and he immediately struggles against you. He’s stronger than you thought he’d be, most other city-dwellers are soft and squishy, but you continue to overpower him.

You leave him gagged and hog-tied behind a rose bush and enter the palace through the door he left out of. The halls were dark and empty, but you were trained to make use of other senses whenever sight failed you, and you swiftly make your way through the building.

The feeling of cold marble and wool rugs against your bare feet makes you cringe, but you keep your disgust from distracting you as best you can.

Arguably, you should’ve planned better for this. You don’t know where Emma is being held, and city-dwellers always have far too many rooms. You’re out of your comfort zone here, so all you can do is quietly try each door and hope your friend is behind one of them.

It takes longer than you like, but eventually brute-forcing wins the day and you find Emma reading a leather bound book by candlelight. You enter the room and close the door behind you in one quick motion, Emma still enraptured in the contents of her book. You sigh silently, she’s never as aware as she should be.

“Emma,” you call gently as you make your way towards her.

She sits up and locks eyes with you, “[Name]! You’re here— what are you doing here? How’d you know where I was?”

You hold a finger to your lips. “When I came back to town I tried to find you and Rio, but you weren’t there. The city-dwellers told me you’d been taken to the palace.”

“So you broke in?” She finally puts her book away and strides towards you, taking your hands in hers. “You could get into a lot of trouble for this! You need to leave!”

“I know. And you’re coming with me.” 

Before any heroic rescuing can take place, Emma’s door bursts open and light floods the room. Damn it. You wasted too much time searching the rooms. Four men enter, only one of them a familiar face, and you let go of Emma’s hands to draw your bow and aim an arrow at the towering blond’s forehead.

“[Name]!” Rio calls out, eyes wide in surprise.

“I knew it,” the blond said, glancing between you and Emma. “Someone was here for Belle.”

He sees your arrow trained on him and a dangerous glint shines in his dark blue eyes. His sword is drawn and he stares you down. You can tell by his confident movements that he’s well-practiced with that blade, and you keep your eyes locked on him.

“Do you really think you’ll get out of here alive?” he questions, his voice low and threatening.

“Maybe. Do you think you’ll be able to get me before I land an arrow between your eyes?” you answer. His lips quirk up a little in response.

You feel a shaky hand on your arm and look over at Emma, whose body is wracked with fear. “[Name], please don’t do this. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, let’s just talk about it, okay?”

You hesitate for a moment and glance to Rio. He’s also pleading you with his eyes. You scowl and return your gaze to the stranger in your sights. “What’s there to talk about? These princelings kidnapped you.”

“Kidnapped?” the man with dark hair muses. “I assure you it’s nothing so egregious. Please lay down your weapons and let us speak.”

The shorter blond one lays a hand on the taller man’s back. “Brother, please sheathe your sword. It’s clear she’s not an assassin. At least not for Belle.”

The warrior glares at you, but ultimately follows his brother’s wishes and lowers the blade. You follow suit and relax your bowstring, re-holstering the arrow. You don’t trust this, but you’ll try.

The man — who tells you his name is Sariel — leads you to another room teeming with books and paper stacks. Before an arched window stands a sturdy richly coloured desk surrounded by more strange men, and to your surprise the lavender-haired man is here as well. He catches your eye and scoffs, partly in amusement and annoyance, he didn’t seem to be a fan of getting tied up — but not entirely displeased either.

Sariel introduces himself and the eight princes. The ones you met in Emma’s room are Yves and Chevalier, the fifth and second princes respectively.

They explain the situation with Emma. For the past five days, she’s resided in the palace with Rio working as Belle, some kind of commoner that chooses the next King of Rhodolite. It sounded like rubbish to you, but then again so does most “civilised” culture.

In turn you introduce yourself. You are the Matriarch of the Blackroot tribe, roughly eighteen months ago you met Emma and Rio and you became friends. Whenever you came through Rhodolite after an adventure you’d return to the city to meet with them again. You cared for them both, so when you caught word that they were taken to the palace you could only assume the worst.

Sariel seemed strangely empathetic to this (maybe Emma’s influence?), and offered to let you stay for the duration of Belle’s service as an “unofficial knight” of sorts. You didn’t want to leave them alone in the hands of princelings, so you reluctantly agreed.

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Chevalier Michel;

This wasn’t the first time Chevalier disagreed with the minister’s decision, and it sure as fuck wouldn’t be the last. This whole Belle farce was bad enough, but now she was allowed two guard dogs in the palace? One of them a barefoot savage that preferred to sleep in the dirt rather than a bed, no less.

Ah well. He supposed it wasn’t all bad. Belle would almost certainly be targeted by their enemies, and if someone else was watching her it meant he didn’t have to waste time doing it himself.

A few days after the commotion, Chevalier rises early to head to the training grounds. He’s spent too long cooped up in a study, he doesn’t want his sword arm getting rusty.

He can barely hold back his displeasure when he sees a familiar scant-clad Forest Child already there. You’re training with your bow, lining shot after shot into the straw-stuffed training dummies, and internally he wants to command you away. He feels that you wouldn’t respect his authority even so, but he’ll try regardless. He does not want to deal with another headache right now.

Chevalier heaves a sigh as he runs a hand through his pale blond hair and approaches. “Stand aside,” he orders, “I wish to train, and you’re in my way.”

You turn back and frown incredulously at him. You make a vague motion towards the row of dummies that you weren’t practicing with. “There’s enough to go around, help yourself.”

He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I don’t want to get shot by one of your stray arrows. Move aside, now.”

After a few tense seconds of mutual glaring, you relent and put your bow away, stepping away from the yard. He thinks he’s won and turns to the dummies, but soon you return with a couple of crude hand-axes.

“What are you doing?” he grunts, not even looking your way. “Didn’t I just tell you to leave?”

“I decided I’d switch to melee practice. That way you won’t get ‘shot by one of my stray arrows’ right?”

He scowls. What a meddlesome woman.

An idea hatches in his mind, and instead of striking an inanimate object, he grabs a wooden practice sword and raises it in your direction. “If you’re not going to leave, at least make yourself useful. You will spar with me.”

You’re taken aback. Big old high and mighty prince wants to spar with a savage? And a woman, no less. From what you know of city-dwellers, women seemed to be treated as the more delicate sex, so it’s surprising that he’s willing to humour you.

“You want to spar with me, princeling?” you smirk, resting a fist on your hip.

“I’ve heard tales of the Forest Children’s aptitude in combat. If you wish to remain Belle’s protector, show me you’re worthy,” he answers nonchalantly. Then he looks at you with a challenging smirk of his own. “Not that I think you can touch me.”

You’re not too proud to say that you were enticed by his proposal. You drop your axes to the side and pick up a wooden sword like his, and return to face him.

“The rules are simple. Whoever lands a strike on the other one first, wins. And try not to feel too disappointed when you lose, Forest Child. Not everyone is made to be a hunter,” he mocks.

Your fingers twitch in annoyance. What could this prissy little lord possibly know about being a hunter? You look forward to wiping that look off his face.

You ready yourselves and he calls out when to begin. You decide to take the easiest course of action: rush him first and gage his strengths.

You’re faster than he expects, but he blocks your feeble attack easily and flings you back. His movements are fluid and confident, he’s faster and stronger than the average man, you can tell he’s a deadly combatant. But despite all his strengths, you can see an opening. It’s small, but it’s something.

You exchange blows in a flurry of blades, neither of you giving the other any quarter as you attempt to make contact. Finally, you see an opportunity.

You swing at him again and he meets your sword with his, but before he can push you back you kick at his imperfect stance and topple him. He tries to regain his balance before he falls, and you take the chance to fling his sword away. You grab his outstretched hand and twist it behind his back, bringing him to his knees with you standing tall behind him.

With a tap of wood against his neck, you say triumphantly, “Dead.”

Chevalier huffs, or perhaps it was a laugh? And despite not being able to see his face, you can tell he’s not too broken up about losing. “Not a bad showing. Maybe the stories of your kind aren’t all baseless.”

Something in him stirs as you let him get to his feet. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, and it’s almost like his consciousness is fighting against it, but he feels… respect? Admiration? Like he’s found someone useful for a change.

And he must admit, a woman with your kind of strength is… amusing. Maybe even a bit arousing — though he wasn’t ready to admit that to himself quite yet.

You don’t exchange any more words with him that day. And when you’re both in the training yard again the next morning, you say nothing then too. You spar again, another win for you.

The next day, he wins.

The day after that, you win.

It becomes a routine thing for you. Sometimes he manages to get ahead, but for the majority you’re able to best him.

A lesser man might feel emasculated, his pride damaged by the thought of being weaker than a woman, but Chevalier was no such man. Instead of brooding, he found your spars enlightening. Each morning he learned a little more about himself, and a little more about you.

For example, he hadn’t noticed that he guarded the right side of his body more than his left. Or that you reacted faster to sound than you did to sight.

You went from just sparring to discussing tactics, both on the battlefield and out in the woods.

“The ideal way to hunt is for the hunter to have already finished by the time the prey realises it,” he tells you simply as he thumbs through a tome. You bark out a laugh before you realise he’s not joking. “What, pray tell, do you find so funny?”

“I mean that’s… common knowledge isn’t it?” You tilt your head. “Obviously the best outcome for a hunt is to kill your target before it notices you. You can’t hunt something very well if it’s run off. That’s like saying ‘the best way to write a letter is with a quill and paper’, like… yes, thank you, I think everybody knows that.”

He scowls at you and lets out a disapproving snort. “Why did Sariel let a savage live on palace grounds, again?” A subtle glimmer in his eyes suggests he’s being playful, in his own way.

You lean back in your chair and throw your arms up. “Oh, so now I’m a savage. You’re fine with being seen as a hunter when it means you can use cool metaphors, but when the time comes to rip out a boar’s throat with your teeth and drink it’s blood you’re nowhere to be found!”

Chevalier stares at you silently. It’s unclear if he’s trying to determine your seriousness, or if he’s just completely unamused.

You weren’t joking though, you really did drink animal blood. It was a good way to offset the lack of fruits and vegetables in your diets. Roughly 90% of what Children of the Forest ate was meat.

“You…” he begins, but then he stops. He didn’t actually know how to respond to that, so he just decides not to. He turns back to his book.

You slump a little. “That’s it?” You were expecting him to get snarky at you so you could banter a little bit.

He notices your disappointment and smirks to himself. It’s kind of cute how you always want to pick a fight with him— wait, did he just think that?

Over time he comes to notice you more. Your curves, your muscles, the tattoos that sprawled across your body (a mark of being a Matriarch, you’d told him), and soon he became irritated with how little your leathers concealed.

It was common practice for Children of the Forest to run around half-naked or even fully naked, and at first he thought little of it but now it got on his nerves.

Were you intentionally trying to seduce him? Were you and your ilk always so shameless? Did you not know how other men would look at you? Did you not care?

Other men… The thought of them seeing as much of you as he did bothered him. He tried to quash these feelings, but it seemed the harder he fought against them the more they grew.

He lost a lot more in your spars. He’d get distracted at the way your breasts bounced, or the intense look you’d get in your eyes. You noticed something was off, but you paid it no mind. At least, you tried not to.

But it had been three weeks since you arrived, and Chevalier had gone from improving rapidly to making rookie mistakes.

You knock him on his ass — something you normally wouldn’t have been able to do — and stand above him with your sword lined up to his face. “This is getting ridiculous now,” you chide him. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have a death wish? You expect to be King when you can’t even watch your stance?”

He glares up at you. “Hold your tongue, [Name]. My patience only goes so far.”

“So does mine!” you retort. “At first you were a worthy fighter, but now it feels like I’m whipping a new-blood!”

Damn it, you’re right and he hates it. He still fights just as well, if not better, with other opponents but he continuously falters with you. He wasn’t ashamed when he lost to you the first time, but he certainly was now.

He tries to get up to leave, but you knock him down again. “That’s enough, wildling. I’ve had my fill of you for the day, let me leave.”

“Then leave.”

Chevalier eyes you curiously and tries to get up again. Again you knock him down. He snarls at you, rage bubbling in his stomach at the act of being repeatedly humiliated.

When you knock him down again, he grabs the practice sword in your hand and pulls you forward. It’s enough to throw you off your balance and he’s able to stand while you fumble. He gives you a final glare as he spins on his heel and starts to walk away.

He doesn’t get very far before you dash in front of him and block his way. “You can’t own up to your mistakes, so you try to avoid them?” you spit. “Strike me and I’ll let you go.”

“I’m not playing these games with you. I have more important things to do than play fight with a tree-hugger. Stand aside.” His aura is more commanding than it usually is. He isn’t playing with you, not this time at least.

You answer with only two words. “Make. Me.”

“If you think you can threaten me in my own home, you’re sorely mistaken. I am the rightful King of these lands, and savage or not you will respect that.”

You make no attempts to move, and he sees the only way to get through to you is force. He grabs the blade he’d discarded when you knocked him down earlier and readies himself.

Before you can blink, he’s on you. You only narrowly managed to block his attack and he winds back and strikes again. There’s passion in his hits now, something that was lacking these past few days, and you prepare yourself for a hard fight.

He moves faster than you’ve seen him before, but there’s still a sense that he’s struggling with something.

Like he’s running.

“You think you can just come into my palace and treat me how you want,” he grunts, landing blow after blow on your sword until the wood begins to splinter. “Who do you think you are?!”

When he pushes you back, you push him harder. The ferocity in his mannerisms continues to intensify, and you wonder if maybe he’ll win today. You’ll be damned if you make it easy for him.

“What do you plan to do about it?” you taunt, your breath becoming strained as you put more effort into your parries and attacks.

“You’re a fool, [Name], and I plan to put you in your place.”

The fight is the most draining one you’ve had thus far. You’re holding on, barely, and you notice the subtle signs of him struggling to keep up too.

Despite the sweat beading on your face, sticking strands of hair to your skin, you find enough energy to snicker at him. “Are you sure you’re not just horny for me?”

He pauses for a split second, and you knock the sword from his hands. He gains his composure and clenches his hands by his side, waiting for you to land the final hit.

But it never comes.

You toss your sword to the side and forcefully hold his chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to just takeyou?”

A scowl has once again carved into his beautiful features. “I want nothing of the sort. You insult me with these accusations, Forest Child.”

You let go and trail a finger down his jawline, following the contour of his neck and resting at his clavicle. He swallows thickly as a fire stirs in his belly, a primal desire the likes of which he’s never felt before.

“You city-dwellers are so prudish. Sex isn’t something to be ashamed of. You’re not as subtle as you think, prince Chevalier.” You smile coyly at him, you know you’re riling him up. “I see the way you stare at my tits. And my ass. I’m not offended, I’m just amused that someone as strong as you can’t come out and simply ask me to fuck you.”

A trickle of sweat drops down his temple, and despite his best wishes he can feel his excitement growing. “You’re truly trying to seduce me so openly? Your people have no shame. A woman shouldn’t approach so casually.”

Your gaze drops to his lips. “Your backwards social norms mean nothing to me. I have always approached, and I will continue to do so.” The finger resting on his collarbone trails a lazy path down to his lower stomach. “Besides, I can hear your heartbeat quickening. I wonder, if I was to look in your trousers, would you be soft?”

Chevalier knew that was a rhetorical question. You already had your answer, you just wanted him to admit it. He deigned to say nothing, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop you as you stepped in closer and undid his belt.

Before your fingers could make contact with his desperately yearning cock, he growled darkly. “If you do this, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

“You’re welcome to try, you wouldn’t be the first,” you chuckle. “But no one’s managed to come out on top, if you get my meaning.”

Somehow, that didn’t surprise him. But his urges will let him resist no longer, and he watches you earnestly as you reach your hand into his pants and stroke the sensitive underside of his dick. He sucks in a breath but lets you continue.

You only stroke him a couple of times before you draw your hand away, and he almost groans in anguish. You hold your hand up to his mouth and say, “Spit.”

For a split second he’s confused, but he quickly gets the picture and leans his face down to your hand. He puckers his lips as a steady trickle of saliva drops down into your palm, and his deep blue eyes are locked on yours.

When he’s finished, he asks you, “Good enough?”

You grin at him. “We’ll see.”

Your hand goes back to his needy cock, and already he can feel the difference. The wet, slightly sticky feeling of his saliva coats him from tip to base, and his eyes almost flutter closed. His lips part slightly as he breathes out steady pants, his gaze locked on you through his long, pale eyelashes.

He’s quite big, you note, and his dick has a slight curve to it. You’re sure no one’s complained with him in the boudoir, but it takes far more than a big dick to impress you.

You twist your hand around him as you stroke, making sure that you touch every inch of him. You’re quite skilled, and Chevalier wonders momentarily if there’s anything you can’t do well.

The answer to that is read, of course. But you’ve never shared that with him.

The heat between you builds as you bring him closer to the edge, and unable to hold back anymore he leans towards you and captures your lips.

You smile into the kiss, and your satisfied snicker is swallowed by him. Chevalier rests his hands on your waist, running them over your hips and your ass as your tongues explore each other’s mouths.

His hips gyrate against your hand, and precum flows from the tip of his prick as you continue to work your magic on him. You part from the kiss and attack his neck with your teeth — thankfully, not to rip it out, but instead to leave a white hot trail of kisses and hickeys.

He groans as he tilts his head forward, feeling his release quickly approaching. “Fuck… just like that… you’ll make me cum, [Name].”

You laugh against his ear. “A prince getting jacked off by a wildling in broad daylight, how embarrassing.”

He grips your shoulders as he pumps himself into your hand. “You are… nngh.. an insufferable woman.”

You smile to yourself and he throws his head back as he shoots ropes of hot cum onto your hand and torso, giving a final grunt as he does so. His mind goes blank at the pleasure, and he slowly winds down as small spurts of cum drop to the ground beneath you.

You part — all too soon for his liking — and you have an annoyingly pleased look about yourself. Chevalier tidies himself up and goes back to his default state of looking mildly irritated. You’re the one who has his cum on you, so why does it feel like you just got the better of him?

“So,” you break the silence, “good talk. I should go get cleaned up, I’ll let you return to your princely duties.”

As you walk past him, you spare a hungry glance at his thick, firm ass and grab a handful. He jolts and twists back to face you, but by then you’re a couple steps out of his reach. “I’ll look forward to exploring the rest of you next time, Chevalier,” you say with a lecherous grin. That ass really seemed magical.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you perverted Forest Child,” he calls back. But you both know that’s a bluff, he’s just trying to maintain a semblance of his pride.

You wave a lazy hand in farewell as you saunter off, and he’s left staring dumbly in your direction.

This won’t work out. He’s sure of it. You’re from two different worlds, ones that can never merge no matter how many kingdoms he unites. Someday you’ll have all you need to fulfil your duty as Matriarch. Someday you’ll leave Rhodolite for the southern forests and it will be the last time he ever sees you, but for now…

At least for now, he knows he’ll see you in the morning.

just thinking about volleyball boys…. i really gotta catch up with haikyuu so i can write about the other twinks i keep seeing

how the boys ride the strap — haikyuu edition (18+ NSFW);

Keiji Akaashi;

• elegantly, like he’s done it a thousand times before when — really — you’re the only one he’s done this with.
• he likes to do it reverse cowgirl because he knows how much you love watching the curve of his back and the sight of his ass bouncing on your cock.
• his moans are divine, especially when you run your nails down his back or slap at his cheeks
• “Look at you, riding my dick like a champ. You love it, huh? You love taking this cock, don’t you?”
• he looks back at you, his face flush and slick with sweat and nods. “Y-yeah, I love it… feels so good Mistress. You’re going to make me cum…”
• your eyes widen. the way he seems to so fucking effortlessly turn you on drives you wild. you grip his hips and fuck deep up into him and his body shivers as he lets out a cry.
• he loses his composure as you (very rudely) abuse his prostate and digs his nails into your thighs in a feeble attempt to steady himself. his moaning only gets more lecherous as you fuck him into his orgasm.
• as much as he likes to put on a show for you, he equally loves how hard you make him cum when you fuck him like a whore.

Tobio Kageyama;

• hesitantly. his face is bright red and his eyes are squeezed shut as he nervously rides you. he’s so embarrassed, his mind is racing a million miles a minute, why are you making him do this? you’re always so mean to him!
• you sigh and roll your eyes. “How boring. You’re not even moving, Tobio.”
• “S-shut up! You’re the one who–aah– who wanted me to do this!” he glares at you with teary eyes. he just wants you to fuck him dumb like you normally do (not that he’d ever say that), having to do it himself is just… humiliating!
• you shuffle underneath him and he sees that you’re grabbing your phone. at first he thinks you’re going to record him — you’ve done it before, after all. he braces himself for further humiliation but is taken aback when he hears you playing a game.
• “Are you seriously playing Candy Crush while we’re having sex?!” he snaps. he can’t believe he’s jealous of fucking candy crush.
• “Well you’re not moving so I thought we weren’t fuckin’ anymore.” you shrug.
• “I-I’ll move…” his voice quiets to where it’s barely audible.
• the way his face is scrunched up makes you think he’s about to cry, and you almost feel a little bad for him. almost.
• he ends up being horrible at riding, and he never gets over his shyness— which of course means you make him do it all the time.

Tetsuro Kuroo;

• with gusto! he’s an eager beaver as much as he tries to deny it. sometimes you feel like he’s trying to break your pelvis, but you realise the blame lies solely on your shoulders for turning him into this
• he always starts slow, like he’s unsure of himself, but once he gets into it he morphs into an animal in heat
• he rides you until he drools and his eyes roll back, overcome with his desire to cum only from your cock.
• he is, in fact, the first partner you’ve ever had that has managed to cum purely from anal stimulation. it’s incredibly arousing, but it also makes sense given how harshly he brutalises that poor little prostate of his
• the bigger the toy, the better. he especially enjoys the oddly-shaped ones you’d find in fetish adult stores like bad dragon
• “Aah~ it’s so deep inside me, Mistress!” he cries. your hands are groping the shapely flesh of his ass, something you’d do even if you didn’t know it drives him wild.
• “I can see that, it’s bulging right there.” you remove a hand from his ass to poke at the appearing and receding bulge at the bottom of his stomach, earning a whine from him
• he’s rarely ever satisfied with just one prostate orgasm either. needless to say, you’ve never gotten along with your neighbours.

Tooru Oikawa;

• boldly. not as animalistic as Kuroo, but he’s a master of showing off and riding your dick is no exception— if anything he shows off even more.
• he likes to face you almost as much as he likes to face away, he wants you to get a good look at all of him. he fucks himself on you in the best way that pleases him and gives you a good view of all the action
• he gyrates his hips on you, and you’re mesmerised by the way his curved, lube-slicked ass swirls on your cock
• “Am I a good boy for you, Mistress?” he asks, gazing back at you with half-lidded eyes. the muscles on his back flex and relax with each motion
• you run a hand down his back and he sighs happily. “You’re always a good boy for me, baby. Sometimes it makes me want to mess you up.”
• he bites his lip as he rises almost completely off your cock, moaning as he does so. “Then why don’t you?”
• you snap. the same way he always makes you snap, and you spend the rest of the night fucking him until you leave him satisfied and limping the next day.

Koushi Sugawara;

• slowly, but surely. he likes it when you take things slow, so that’s how he likes to ride it.
• he makes sure your cock hits every one of his sweet spots as it enters him, and he throws his head back as he shudders with pleasure.
• he uses his hands to toy with his nipples, and though it never feels as good as when you do it, he’s learned to mimic your technique almost exactly.
• “Mistress… your cock feels so good inside me… I feel so hot…” he whimpers, nervously locking eyes with you and you watch him hungrily.
• “Careful,” you say, almost growling. “If you turn me on any more then I’ll have to fuck that cute little hole until you break.”
• he moans at your words and reaches a hand down to stroke his swollen cock. your own wetness pools in your panties as you dig your nails into his soft thighs. your sweet little cock slut always drives you wild with his restraint
• you love to watch him pleasure himself with your strap, even though it almost always ends with you losing your patience. he never seems to mind it though, and he especially enjoys it when you fuck his face with your pussy while teasing him about how slutty he is.

ok sue u really pulled my leg now i gotta write barbie headcanons

barbatos when he’s totally fuckin love-drunk headcanons (18+ NSFW);

• barbatos is quite a difficult man to get close to. not that he’s unapproachable by any means, just that he’s so proper and work-focused he tends to keep people at arm’s length
• it’s incredibly hard for the average person to find a flaw with him (annoyingly so)
• …but you’re not the average person
• you are fortunate enough to be the object of barbie’s affections — and the sides he shows with you are unlike anything anyone could predict
• first of all he’s a nympho. his libido is ordinarily very tame, but when he’s in love with someone (which he is) he does enough to make asmo blush
• his desire now unquenchable, the only thing that’s on his mind now is sex. rough, animalistic sex with you pinning him down and fucking him til the pain and ecstasy mix in equal measure. all he wants at any given time is for you to destroy him
• you practically have already. the first time you fucked him he was surprised by how aggressive (and how fucking fantastic) you were and you’ve all but ruined orgasms for him now
• he can’t finish if he’s masturbating anymore. no amount of toys or self-inflicted punishments will cut it, if you’re not doing it then it’s not good enough.
• despite this he has an extreme amount of self control. even when his mind is flooded with nothing but thoughts of you he’s able to will his boner away — otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get anythingdone.
• he still carries out his tasks as perfectly as before, and on the surface it’s like he hasn’t changed at all. even diavolo insists that he should show more of his “romantic side” to you, you’re his partner after all.
• but you know him better than that. when he calls you by honorary titles or gives you his trademark polite smile, you can sense the hunger in it. you know as well as him that in his heart of hearts he wants you to throw him down on the table and wreck him in front of everyone.
• let them all see how slutty your boyfriend is, how shamelessly he cries out and begs for more, how much you can stretch his cute little hole out and how many loads of cum he can shoot all over himself.
• you’ve told him before that you’d happily do that, and as much as he would love it if you did he simply can’t bring himself to dishonour his duty as lord diavolo’s butler.
• of course you mean so much more to him than just sex. but it seems the more he loves you the more he craves you, so it’s a double-edged sword.
• you don’t get to see each other as much as you’d like because of your responsibilities, and whenever you do get a chance you never end up doing what you said you would.
• whenever you decide on “no sex, just a romantic date” it ends with the freakiest fuck session you’ve had, but when you decide to just “let your inhibitions run wild” it turns into a night so saccharine even the biggest sweet-tooth couldn’t stomach it.
• despite that though you still insist on trying to label your dates (barbatos just lets you at this point, there’s no stopping you anyway)
• in closing, barbatos is utterly obsessed with you body and soul, and no matter how much you touch him, kiss him, or fuck him its never enough to satisfy him. he’s greedy and always wants more, always vying for your attention and, despite his appearance, quite prone to jealousy.
• you can’t say that you mind it at all.

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Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toge Inumaki x Reader

Word Count: 1500+ words.

Summary:You caught Toge masturbating without permission so obviously, if he wanted it so badly, shouldn’t you be nice and give it to him?

Warnings: Edging, masturbation, dacryphilia, handjob. 

Note: This was actual really fun to write! Toge’s so cute

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There’s an art to teasing someone. You have to be sure about what exactly makes them flush, but you can’t use it all the time lest they may become immune to it. You have to select the right time to tease them, and you have to say it a certain way. Most importantly, a smug look is a must. You wouldn’t say you had that down to a T, but Toge sure thinks so. Especially when it comes to teasing him, you were an expert because you didn’t even need to touch him. 

You sat on a chair, leg over the other with an arm propping up your head as you looked down on him. Toge would never admit he liked it this way when he was forced to look up at you. There was a smirk curling on your lip, almost like a sneer, and it caused his breath to hitch. He wasn’t quite sure if he could breathe like this, and it’s been almost over an hour. It was torture and it was all because he couldn’t wait until you got back. 

Toge had been edging himself for the past hour. His face was flushed, tears drying on his cheeks only to be replaced with new ones. Breaths hiccuping, Toge was completely at your mercy. He couldn’t take it anymore. Brows furrowing, Toge whined and glared at you.

That’s not to say he wasn’t enjoying his punishment. Oh, no. His back was pressed against the foot of the bed and he was completely naked. It was a little humiliating since you were dressed, but he reckoned what was more humiliating was the fact he enjoyed this too much. The fact that you were watching him jerk off, speaking sweet phrases in a low voice into the quietness of the room—fuck, he needed to cum so badly. 

“What is it?” you asked, swinging your leg. The slick sound of Toge rubbing his cock slowed down as he tried to muster strength to…to what? He couldn’t do anything. He deserved this punishment. If only he hadn’t been so impatient. If only he had obeyed you. 

His mouth formed the word, “Please.” You’ve learned to read his lips since he couldn’t talk, and the two of you shared dozens of ways to communicate without speaking. Like a tap, or signing using your hands, or even a look. 

“Please? Please, what, sweetheart? I can’t understand you if you aren’t specific,” you said. “Am I supposed to guess? Do you want me to touch you? Let you cum? Do you want me to fuck you? Ride you until morning? Want me to suck on your cock? Give you a handjob?”

Toge nodded frantically to every single one of them. Anything! Anything! He’d be happy with anything you did to him. At least do something. At least touched him. At the very least. His mouth was forming the word “please”, over and over again. Please, please, please. Please to all of that. Please to one of them. Please. Anything. As long as you did something! He couldn’t keep this up anymore! He was at his limit, chest heaving, sweat dripping, cock throbbing hard. 

You tilted your head. “Which one, love? Use your words.”

“Ungh!” Toge bursts into more tears. You both knew he couldn’t use his words! He couldn’t! Why were you so mean? “Mmph, haa!”

“You act like you don’t like it when I’m mean,” you said, grinning, pressing your legs together at the sight of him crying as he jerked pathetically at his cock. As much as you wanted him, this was still wonderful. “Okay. Stand up. Come here.”

Stand up? Toge didn’t know if he could! But he does it anyway. With shaky trembling legs, he managed to rip his hand away from his aching cock long enough to stumble over to you. So close. Searching eyes and a tap on the back of your hand. Could he touch you?

“No,” you said and he whined. “Why? I thought you were content without me? You certainly seemed so when I came in and found you masturbating.”

He’s sorry! He’ll behave! Please! Whimpers and whines. Toge was so frustrated. He was a frustrated mess who needed you and only you. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t cum. He had been jerking off but it hadn’t been enough. He needed your touch, he needed your eyes on him to be able to cum, he needed you. He wouldn’t be able to cum by himself. You had made sure of it, intoxicating him. 

“Have you no shame, Toge?” you asked, taking a finger and rubbing the slit of his cock. Toge practically keens—he’s so sensitive! It’s been an hour! He’s been touching his cock for an hour or more, but it’s your touch. He’s so sensitive, so aware of your touch. Toge hunched over, knees giving out, and feverishly searched for something to hold on, clutching onto your arms to stable himself. Tears were dripping down his face, drool, sweat. His throat was dry from all the crying, nose red, and you didn’t even look like you’d give in.

“Hng, agh,” Toge groaned. His fingertips pressed into your arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to tell you he was desperate. That he wouldn’t last long. He swore that if you were to start fucking him now, he’d honestly cum the moment you put him in. 

“Are you going to fall?” You asked, tone soft. Toge whimpered. You brushed a tear from his face and stood up with a smile. “Okay. You can hold onto me if you’re scared you’ll fall.”

“Ngh,” Toge whined as his arms circled around you. He placed his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in, whimpering and whining. His cock is left alone so to remind you, he rubbed it against you, just a little, and that was enough to make him gasp. His hand wasn’t the same as you. He couldn’t cum from his own hand but he bet he’d cum from rubbing anywhere on you. 

“Use your words, love,” you reminded him and Toge’s toes curled in frustration as he groaned into your neck, sobbing. 

He couldn’t take it anymore!

Toge grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock so you could feel how messy you’ve made him. You smirked and nudged your head against his with a hum. “Oh, I see. Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Toge? How was I supposed to know?”

“Aah!” Toge cried out as you began to pump him up and down. His hips bucked and his arms tightened around you, hiccuping and gasping for breath. Oh, fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck! Close! He was so close already! He was close!

You listened to Toge moan and cry, shuddering against your body. Music to your ears. Toge had the loveliest voice, especially when he was moaning like this. With his head so close to you, you could hear all the little sounds he made, every time he exhaled or took in a sharp breath. He rutted against your hand, wetting your shoulder, but you were perfectly happy with it. 

“Do you want to cum, darling? Do you think you deserve to cum?” you asked, twisting your wrist and making Toge sob. 

He sniffled. It was in situations like these that he was glad he couldn’t answer. He wanted to cum so badlybut whether or not he deserved it was a different matter. All he could do was hold onto you and try not to be washed away with your scent, your touch, all the pleasure you were giving and depriving him of. 

Toge tapped you twice. Close. You thought about it and decided to speed up your hand. Toge gasped loudly, throwing his head back, eyes wide. You watched as he came undone by your hands, trembling, cum shooting out of his cock. It splattered onto your clothes and his stomach, thick and hot, all over your hand. Toge wobbled and his legs gave out. Surprised, you caught him before he hit the ground. You gently placed him down and he sat there, dazed.

“Hnn?” He looked up at you, blinking blurrily, completely fucked out. You giggled and bent down, taking him by the chin and forcing his mouth open. Toge’s tongue lolled out, the circle catching your attention. You pressed your thumb on top of it and Toge’s tongue wrapped around your digit. 

“How do you feel?” you asked. 

“Mmph.” Toge closed his eyes blissfully, sucking and licking your thumb as if it was a lollipop. 

“How lewd,” you commented and he moaned. You removed your thumb. “Are you going to be a good boy for me from now on?”

“Uh-huh.” Toge opened his eyes, watching you through slits, sleepy, exhausted. 

You pressed a kiss to his mouth, unable to resist. Your tongues clashed, but you pulled away all too soon, leaving Toge to follow after you, hands coming out to hold on to you as if he was afraid you’d leave him. He had a confused expression on his face but groaned when you traced his lips. 

“Liar,” you said and he made a noise of protest. “How can I believe you when you can’t even use your words, darling?”

Toge whined.

Pet Games

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Anime: Attack on Titan

Pairing:Erwin Smith x Reader x Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 1400+ words.

Summary: The game is this: if Levi can resist cumming while you and Erwin fuck, he won’t get edged. Problem is—this was not a game he could win.

Warnings: Corruption, collar and leash, vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal penetration. 

Note: This was my first request. Hopefully you enjoy it!

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There’s nothing prettier than Erwin kneeling beneath you with a collar on and a leash. His hair is a mess from the usual polished and combed, and those eyes of his were practically begging you. It’s usually after rough expeditions that he needs you to help him relax, to feel taken care of, to forget, to only let pleasure fill his thoughts. You were happy to oblige, and what with the new customised collar you got, who were you to deny him?

“Do you like it?” You traced your fingers across the collar, the leash wrapped up in your other hand. 

Erwin nodded, sitting between your legs and looking up at you. You casually sat on the edge of the bed, observing the way he pressed his cheek to your thigh. “Yes, miss.”

You hummed in content. “And what does it mean to you, pet?” 

“That I’m yours, miss,” Erwin said quietly, shivering. He was right. The collar had your name on it, simple and elegant. The design itself was nothing special—a black collar with your name in white and a little bell. But that was fine, and it was even better when that was the only thing Erwin was wearing. 

You tugged on the leash and pulled him up. Your lips met, soft but rough. He pressed up close to you, as close as he can, bulky arms on either side of you. One of your hands trailed down his chest, slowly, painfully so. You only reach his stomach when it brushes against his cock, fully erect and dripping precum. Why? Because Levi was watching.

He sat in the armchair next to the window, naked save for his white dress shirt, hands fidgeting. It was a game. If Levi could watch you and Erwin fuck without doing anything else, you’d let him fuck you next. He couldn’t touch himself but he could come up close and touch you two. If he came or touched himself without permission, well, it’s a whole week of edging. You three have done this before and Levi knows that whole week would be hellish. You and Erwin loved teasing. 

“Miss,” Erwin whined softly, noticing yours eyes on Levi. He nuzzled your neck and you placed a hand on the back of his head, scratching contently. “Please?”

“Please what, pet?” Your other hand was rubbing his stomach, brushing the head of his cock occasionally. Driving him insane. 

“Can I be inside you?”

“Already?” You raised an eyebrow and pulled his hair, tipping his head back so you could meet his eyes. He’s desperate. Erwin swallowed as you licked his throat, hearing Levi adjust in his seat. “Hm. Then…” You grabbed Erwin’s hand and guided it to your mouth, taking his fingers in and sucking. Erwin groaned quietly at the sight of you, thinking about his cock in your mouth instead. Not to say he didn’t like his fingers in your mouth either.

You released his fingers and scooched back up on the bed into a comfortable position, loosening your grip on the leash as you spread your legs. You were already wet but it’s good to be prepared. Erwin’s eyes lit up and he prowled towards you, knowing exactly what you wanted. You exhaled slowly as his finger entered you slowly, thumb rubbing your clit. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot and wet,” Erwin muttered. “I can’t…I need you now.”

“Patience, pet. Be a good boy for me,” you said, squeezing around his thick finger. He added another and you moaned. From his chair, Levi was hard. Completely. You and Erwin glanced over, studying how Levi’s cock pressed against the bottom of his shirt, staining it with precum. You grinned, a leg lifting up to take Erwin’s attention again.

“F-fuck,” Erwin stuttered as your leg and foot rubbed against his cock. “Miss—miss, please.”

You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, humming as he stretched you out and entered another finger. There’s a soft slick sound as Erwin began to pump faster, causing your breath to get stuck in your throat. “Mmh. Levi?”

Levi perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Come here.”

He all but stumbled over as you took Erwin’s fingers out of you. You tugged on the leash and Erwin drew closer on all fours with one arm propping himself up over your body, the other in your grip. Levi stood next to you two, cock weeping. He watched expectantly and didn’t resist as you jerked your head towards him and dropped your hand from Erwin. Erwin got the message and shoved his fingers into Levi’s mouth, causing the latter to let out a pitiful whine as he tasted your juices. 

You occupied yourself by grabbing Erwin’s cock, startling a gasp out of him. You began to stroke and Erwin bucked his hips, groaning. The pleasure was already too much. He wanted to be inside you. His arm was shaking, trying to hold himself up. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He took his fingers out of Levi’s mouth to prop himself up, squeezing his eyes shut as you pumped him up and down. Levi, left to his own devices, whined, and you smirked. 

“Want me to blow you while Erwin fucks me?” You asked him. 

Erwin moaned as you twisted your wrist while Levi paused. He trembled at the thought and bit his lip. “I…can’t. If you…if you do that, I’ll cum.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” you teased, knowing he knew you knew if he came, it would be a temporary victory. He had to resist you and Erwin no matter how hard he got, no matter how much he wanted to put his cock in your mouth and fuck himself to climax. He had to resist. That was the point.  

“Miss,” Erwin rumbled as you rubbed his slit. “Please? Can I be inside you now? I want to be inside you. Let me be inside you. Please? Please, miss?”

“Well, since you’ve been such a good boy,” you said and nodded, stopping your ministrations. 

Erwin eagerly guided himself in, breathlessly chanting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, miss, thank you—ngh! Hah! Fuck! Fuck! You—”

Erwin pressed his face to your neck, groaning as you sucked him in and clenched tightly. How was he even supposed to move? You were overwhelming, and your eyes on him made him tremble and whine. As if you were about to devour him and he would let you. A thousand times over. Levi watching was only a cherry on top. While Levi’s goal was to resist, Erwin’s goal was to break Levi’s resistance. 

“Miss,” Erwin breathed. “Can I go deeper?”

“Hm?” You were adjusting to his length, ready to take more. “Of course, pet.”

“Then, excuse me, miss,” Erwin said and grabbed your legs. He moved it over his shoulder and thrusted into you. You gasped, arching your back, head thrown back as he went in balls deep. Your hands held onto his arms, nails digging in, making Erwin groan in pleasure and pain. You grabbed onto the leash and pulled, yanking Erwin down to meet your lips. Tongues, saliva, heat. The slapping sounds of Erwin fucking you filled the room along with moans, breaths intertwining. 

“Hah,miss. Miss.” Erwin kept bottoming out in you, making your toes curl. You scratched along his arms, leaving red lines, rocking your hips with him. Erwin’s breaths were laboured, his blown wide with lust, unable to resist you. He doesn’t know what else to do with himself, losing all sense of identity. 

Levi’s eyes can’t take themselves off the two of you. He might just cum from this alone. He’s throbbing so much and he didn’t know where to put his hands. Your sly glance his way almost makes him lose strength in his legs.

“Haa,ungh, miss,” Erwin moaned. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t—”

“What are you?” you grounded out, thrusting back in rhythm with him. “Tell me what you are. Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You!” Erwin cried, bucking his hips like a bitch in heat. “Yours! I’m yours, miss! Ngh. Yours.”

You smirked and pulled Erwin in from the collar, choking him a little. You pressed your lips hard against his, bruising, and his large hands on your waist tightened. God, it’s too much. He won’t last long. Not like this. 

“Miss?” Levi’s voice cracked. You and Erwin pulled away, looking over at Levi as he stood there, face flushed, eyes hungry. “Please…I can’t anymore. I’m so hard it hurts.”

Erwin grinned as you said, “Oh, we can’t have that, can we? Come here. Let me kiss it better.”

Pet Games

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Anime: Attack on Titan

Pairing:Erwin Smith x Reader x Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 1400+ words.

Summary: The game is this: if Levi can resist cumming while you and Erwin fuck, he won’t get edged. Problem is—this was not a game he could win.

Warnings: Corruption, collar and leash, vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal penetration. 

Note: This was my first request. Hopefully you enjoy it!

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There’s nothing prettier than Erwin kneeling beneath you with a collar on and a leash. His hair is a mess from the usual polished and combed, and those eyes of his were practically begging you. It’s usually after rough expeditions that he needs you to help him relax, to feel taken care of, to forget, to only let pleasure fill his thoughts. You were happy to oblige, and what with the new customised collar you got, who were you to deny him?

“Do you like it?” You traced your fingers across the collar, the leash wrapped up in your other hand. 

Erwin nodded, sitting between your legs and looking up at you. You casually sat on the edge of the bed, observing the way he pressed his cheek to your thigh. “Yes, miss.”

You hummed in content. “And what does it mean to you, pet?” 

“That I’m yours, miss,” Erwin said quietly, shivering. He was right. The collar had your name on it, simple and elegant. The design itself was nothing special—a black collar with your name in white and a little bell. But that was fine, and it was even better when that was the only thing Erwin was wearing. 

You tugged on the leash and pulled him up. Your lips met, soft but rough. He pressed up close to you, as close as he can, bulky arms on either side of you. One of your hands trailed down his chest, slowly, painfully so. You only reach his stomach when it brushes against his cock, fully erect and dripping precum. Why? Because Levi was watching.

He sat in the armchair next to the window, naked save for his white dress shirt, hands fidgeting. It was a game. If Levi could watch you and Erwin fuck without doing anything else, you’d let him fuck you next. He couldn’t touch himself but he could come up close and touch you two. If he came or touched himself without permission, well, it’s a whole week of edging. You three have done this before and Levi knows that whole week would be hellish. You and Erwin loved teasing. 

“Miss,” Erwin whined softly, noticing yours eyes on Levi. He nuzzled your neck and you placed a hand on the back of his head, scratching contently. “Please?”

“Please what, pet?” Your other hand was rubbing his stomach, brushing the head of his cock occasionally. Driving him insane. 

“Can I be inside you?”

“Already?” You raised an eyebrow and pulled his hair, tipping his head back so you could meet his eyes. He’s desperate. Erwin swallowed as you licked his throat, hearing Levi adjust in his seat. “Hm. Then…” You grabbed Erwin’s hand and guided it to your mouth, taking his fingers in and sucking. Erwin groaned quietly at the sight of you, thinking about his cock in your mouth instead. Not to say he didn’t like his fingers in your mouth either.

You released his fingers and scooched back up on the bed into a comfortable position, loosening your grip on the leash as you spread your legs. You were already wet but it’s good to be prepared. Erwin’s eyes lit up and he prowled towards you, knowing exactly what you wanted. You exhaled slowly as his finger entered you slowly, thumb rubbing your clit. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot and wet,” Erwin muttered. “I can’t…I need you now.”

“Patience, pet. Be a good boy for me,” you said, squeezing around his thick finger. He added another and you moaned. From his chair, Levi was hard. Completely. You and Erwin glanced over, studying how Levi’s cock pressed against the bottom of his shirt, staining it with precum. You grinned, a leg lifting up to take Erwin’s attention again.

“F-fuck,” Erwin stuttered as your leg and foot rubbed against his cock. “Miss—miss, please.”

You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, humming as he stretched you out and entered another finger. There’s a soft slick sound as Erwin began to pump faster, causing your breath to get stuck in your throat. “Mmh. Levi?”

Levi perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Come here.”

He all but stumbled over as you took Erwin’s fingers out of you. You tugged on the leash and Erwin drew closer on all fours with one arm propping himself up over your body, the other in your grip. Levi stood next to you two, cock weeping. He watched expectantly and didn’t resist as you jerked your head towards him and dropped your hand from Erwin. Erwin got the message and shoved his fingers into Levi’s mouth, causing the latter to let out a pitiful whine as he tasted your juices. 

You occupied yourself by grabbing Erwin’s cock, startling a gasp out of him. You began to stroke and Erwin bucked his hips, groaning. The pleasure was already too much. He wanted to be inside you. His arm was shaking, trying to hold himself up. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He took his fingers out of Levi’s mouth to prop himself up, squeezing his eyes shut as you pumped him up and down. Levi, left to his own devices, whined, and you smirked. 

“Want me to blow you while Erwin fucks me?” You asked him. 

Erwin moaned as you twisted your wrist while Levi paused. He trembled at the thought and bit his lip. “I…can’t. If you…if you do that, I’ll cum.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” you teased, knowing he knew you knew if he came, it would be a temporary victory. He had to resist you and Erwin no matter how hard he got, no matter how much he wanted to put his cock in your mouth and fuck himself to climax. He had to resist. That was the point.  

“Miss,” Erwin rumbled as you rubbed his slit. “Please? Can I be inside you now? I want to be inside you. Let me be inside you. Please? Please, miss?”

“Well, since you’ve been such a good boy,” you said and nodded, stopping your ministrations. 

Erwin eagerly guided himself in, breathlessly chanting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, miss, thank you—ngh! Hah! Fuck! Fuck! You—”

Erwin pressed his face to your neck, groaning as you sucked him in and clenched tightly. How was he even supposed to move? You were overwhelming, and your eyes on him made him tremble and whine. As if you were about to devour him and he would let you. A thousand times over. Levi watching was only a cherry on top. While Levi’s goal was to resist, Erwin’s goal was to break Levi’s resistance. 

“Miss,” Erwin breathed. “Can I go deeper?”

“Hm?” You were adjusting to his length, ready to take more. “Of course, pet.”

“Then, excuse me, miss,” Erwin said and grabbed your legs. He moved it over his shoulder and thrusted into you. You gasped, arching your back, head thrown back as he went in balls deep. Your hands held onto his arms, nails digging in, making Erwin groan in pleasure and pain. You grabbed onto the leash and pulled, yanking Erwin down to meet your lips. Tongues, saliva, heat. The slapping sounds of Erwin fucking you filled the room along with moans, breaths intertwining. 

“Hah,miss. Miss.” Erwin kept bottoming out in you, making your toes curl. You scratched along his arms, leaving red lines, rocking your hips with him. Erwin’s breaths were laboured, his blown wide with lust, unable to resist you. He doesn’t know what else to do with himself, losing all sense of identity. 

Levi’s eyes can’t take themselves off the two of you. He might just cum from this alone. He’s throbbing so much and he didn’t know where to put his hands. Your sly glance his way almost makes him lose strength in his legs.

“Haa,ungh, miss,” Erwin moaned. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t—”

“What are you?” you grounded out, thrusting back in rhythm with him. “Tell me what you are. Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You!” Erwin cried, bucking his hips like a bitch in heat. “Yours! I’m yours, miss! Ngh. Yours.”

You smirked and pulled Erwin in from the collar, choking him a little. You pressed your lips hard against his, bruising, and his large hands on your waist tightened. God, it’s too much. He won’t last long. Not like this. 

“Miss?” Levi’s voice cracked. You and Erwin pulled away, looking over at Levi as he stood there, face flushed, eyes hungry. “Please…I can’t anymore. I’m so hard it hurts.”

Erwin grinned as you said, “Oh, we can’t have that, can we? Come here. Let me kiss it better.”

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Anime: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Word Count: 1700+ words.

Summary:For someone who loves cleaning so much, Levi can get quite messy. 

Warnings: Dacryphilia, handjob, edging. 

Note:I have an assignment due today and two others on Monday yet here I am writing smut.

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Maid dress, stockings and garters. To top it off, of course, a maid costume isn’t finished without some cat ears. You thought Levi might’ve been a little embarrassed or shy wearing it, but he looked unbothered, almost smug, as if he knew he looked good in it. Well, obviously, he did, but unbothered was not what you wanted. 

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask, Captain,” you said, leaning back on the chair, legs propped up on the desk. You two were currently in his office, door locked, while Levi attempted to clean as you watched and fiddled with his paperwork. 

“What is it?” He side-eyed you, unable to comment on your desk etiquette. 

“Are you wearing any underwear?” you asked. 

Levi furrowed his brows. “What kind of question is that? Of course I’m wearing underwear.”

“Oh.” You played with your hair. “That’s disappointing. Can you change that?”

Levi stopped dusting and finally turned around to you, hesitant. You waited, not a hint of what you wanted on your face, except for the curl of a smile on the corner of your lips. He glanced to the side, the first dusting of pink appearing on his ears as he reached underneath the all-too-short maid dress he had on. 

Slowly, he pulled down his panties. They weren’t boxers. You knew what you gave him, and he knew it too. The black lace slipped past his legs and he stepped out of it, picking it up. You smirked as he held it, standing there, lost, unsure what to do with it and what you wanted. 

“You can leave it on the desk,” you said. He frowned but strode forward, carefully folding it as he placed it in front of you. Levi turned to leave when you let out a, “Oh! Is it okay if I checked? Can you come over here for a second? I mean, you might be tricking me and you could have like, a secret second underwear down there.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. “Why would I? That’s stupid.”

“I know, I know. So come here and let me check for a sec.”

He sighed, coming over and grumbling, “I don’t like these games.”

“Oh?” You lifted up the hem of his dress and the smile on your face widened. He was already semi-hard, and frankly, you hadn’t done anything but watch him clean and ask him to take off his underwear. “This says otherwise.”

“Shit,” Levi hissed as you traced a finger up the underside of his cock. “Just fuck me already, damn it.” At your unimpressed stare, he added, “Please.”

“Please what?”

His cock throbbed and he snapped, “Please, mistress.”

You tsked, dropping the hem of his dress. “You always have such an attitude at the beginning, don’t you? I don’t know why, because we always end up in the same spots. You clinging to me, crying, while we fuck.”

Levi didn’t say anything but you visibly saw him swallow. Swinging your legs off the desk, you stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the seat. Moving, you climbed on top of him, straddling, and gently lifted his face with your hand. Levi’s eyes were wavering, trying their best to focus on you, but as you placed a palm on his chest, you could hear his heart hammering. Nothing yet but he was already so excited. 

You pressed your lips to his and he welcomed it, pushing back into the kiss. It was slow and sensual, mouths sliding, tongues pressing, sucking. Levi groaned as you bit his lip, nibbling, and below, he attempted to grind against you. You hummed. Parting, you licked away the string of saliva connecting you two, taking in his blushing red face and opened mouth as if he wasn’t done kissing you. As if he wanted to continue, or as if he didn’t know what to do with his mouth anymore. 

“Can I touch you?” he whispered.

“Yes, darling.” You leaned back in and his eyes slipped close as his hands began to wander. They gripped your thighs, running up, as you smiled down at him with his mouth opened, eyes closed, waiting for you. When you didn’t do anything, he slowed down and opened his eyes, frowning. “What’s wrong?” you asked, lips close enough to kiss, but barely. 

When he spoke, your lips brushed. “Why…aren’t you kissing me? Kiss me, please?” You waited. A frustrated expression passed his face and he said, “Please?”

You humoured him with a kiss but did nothing more, much to Levi’s scowl. His tongue poked out, begging for entrance as his hands slid up your shirt. With a smirk, you reached down and traced the head of his cock, startling a gasp out of him. Levi hadn’t meant to pull his head back from the kiss and leaned back in, but you turned your cheek, earning another scowl. Ever since you learnt Levi loved kissing, it had been a delight to tease him with it. 

You reached over to the drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube. Levi watched you hungrily as you lathered it on your hand and turned back around to him. His eyes went from your hand to your face, lips pressed together. “Kiss,” he all but demanded. 

Smiling, you brought your lips closed to his and stopped. He snarled and lurched forward, but you backed away. He cursed, glaring at you. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked innocently as your hands began to jerk him off slowly. Levi’s glare crumbled and he groaned, head falling back on the chair with a thump, still handsy as he found your breasts, squeezing them. You grinned as Levi’s hips jerked when you twisted your wrist, admiring how beautiful he looked, cat ears slipping. He turned his face into his shoulder, muffling the moans you wanted to hear. Oh? If he couldn’t kiss you, you couldn’t hear him? 

Fine. Fair enough. You could work with this. You latched onto his exposed neck, speeding up your hand movement. 

“Nngh!” Levi moaned in surprise at the sudden attack. Your hand smoothly glided over the tip, fingers slipping around the underside. Slow, too slow. You were going to slow. Levi writhed and squirmed under you, pants escaping his mouth, brows pinching together. He was completely hard and throbbing, mind growing hazy as he thrusted into your light grip. Precum leaking. “Mmmh, more. Please.”

“Oh? My pretty little maid is so greedy despite forgetting his manners,” you teased, leaning in and nosing his neck. “And that attitude! What am I supposed to do with you?”

“Just fuck me—hahh.” Levi whined as you licked a strip up his neck to his ear, nipping it. Your hand had stopped slicking up his cock, instead, your fingers rubbed and swirled at his tip, causing Levi to whimper. 

“Come on, love,” you whispered into his ear, voice sultry and seductive, so much, he couldn’t help but twitch and thrust, threatening to throw you off. “Show me you know how to behave. Hm? Don’t you want to be good for me? If you do your job properly, I’ll pay you for your services properly.”

Levi huffed. “I—fuck!”

You pinched his tip, just hard enough for him to cry out. He didn’t know whether he wanted to chase after your touch or retreat away from it. Levi’s mind was a mess, caught up in your scent, your touch, your words, your voice. He was hard as rock and he didn’t know what he wanted except one thing. All he wanted was you. You. You. You. Everything was you. 

Capturing his lips in yours, you sucked and bit, devouring him. Levi didn’t know what to do but surrender to you. Whimpers and whines spilled out of his mouth, gasping, hands tightening around your waist, nails digging in. He’s rocking into your touch. Anything. Anything, please. He needed to cum so badly. “Ngh, mmph. Cum. I wanna—”

You pulled back and began to jerk him off earnestly. Levi moaned, gasping and tossing, mouth open with drool leaking out. He didn’t know what to do. Where to put his hand. What to look at. What to say. The slick sounds of your hands on his cock was making him lose his mind, and with you looking from above, a smirk on your lips?

“I’m close!” Levi whined. “Close, close. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum!”

You watched, waiting as you roughly twisted and teased, Levi stuttering and heaving. Then you stopped, just as he was about to cum, you clamped down tightly, forcing a dry orgasm out of him. Levi practically keened, clutching onto you for dear life, floundering and confused. His cock was twitching and red as you let go. He held onto you, head on your shoulder, gasping. 

You pushed him back so he was looking at you and fixed the cat ears, not a lick of sympathy on your face. Levi was close to tears, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, face flushed. He managed to gasp out, “Why? Why’d you stop?”

“You know why,” you said, taking his cock back in your hand and earning a sharp inhale. “Bad maids get punished.” And you were stroking him again and all he could do was cry and hold onto you. You set a fast pace, bringing him closer to orgasm in minutes. Levi couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure and the pain, the sound of you jerking him off, the feel of you pressed up against him. 

“Close,” he moaned like a whore. “Please, please, I wanna cum. Please, let me cum. Ahh, ah, please! Mistress!”

There it was. A hand came up and flicked his nipple through his maid costume and Levi arched his back, groaning. He was going to cum. He was going to cum all over the costume and all over your hand and fuckfuckfuckfuck. 

“Cum—Noooo!”

You halted his orgasm again, hand gripping the base of his cock. Tears leaked out of Levi’s eyes as he turned his head from side to side, sobbing. His breaths were laboured and he couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. His cock was so hard it hurt and he couldn’t even fucking cum! You were so cruel!

“But—but I said…I said mistress,” Levi cried. 

“You did,” you acknowledged. “Too bad your mistress is cruel.”

And you took his cock back in your hand again and Levi knew by the end of this, he wouldn’t even be able to function. He’d lose all sense of control and there was nothing he would love more.

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Anime: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Word Count: 1800+ words.

Summary: You’re a hero, he’s a villain, and you’re dating in secret. You two spot each other at a villain event where you’re undercover, and things get steamy.

Warnings: Grinding, vaginal penetration, riding, choking.

Note: Dabi likes getting choked. Change my mind.

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Was it a top-secret mission no one was supposed to know about? Yes. Were you meant to be taking it seriously? Absolutely. However, sometimes things don’t go as planned and sometimes, you’re hornier than you thought you were, and sometimes, just sometimes, your boyfriend could be more provoking than you could ever imagine.

You stood next to Twice and Himiko as they chatted. Villains were everywhere, mixing and mingling, but the one you were searching for, according to Himiko, had more important business. Hopes and spirits crushed? Sure, but you could work with that. If Dabi arrived, he’d only be a distraction.

“What’s taking him so long?” Himiko complained, referring to Tomura.

You took a sip from your glass of wine. “Maybe he’s applying some lip balm. We all know he needs it.”

The two snickered at your comments. Speaking of the devil, the lights dimmed, and, on the stage, he appeared. Everyone quieted and turned to Tomura when a hand slid up your lower back to your waist. You leaned into the body sidling up beside you.

“Thought you weren’t coming,” you said quietly.

Dabi glanced down at you. “…that was before I heard you were. Lonely without me?”

He looked good. Dabi adorned the appropriate clothes for an event like this—suit, tie, vest, and a coat hanging on his shoulders. You were expecting a hint of red, but it was black and gray down to his shoes. It didn’t matter. He was more dressed up than when you usually saw him, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.

“What?” he asked, eyes on the stage though he pulled you closer to him.

You wanted to ruin him. The thought of stripping him of his so clean and well-refined look, unbuttoning his perfectly ironed shirt, watching him grow hard through his tailored pants…well, you always knew you were a horny sinner, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

You glanced over to the stage, having heard nothing, and weighed your options. On one hand, you could fuck Dabi, on the other hand, you could drag yourself through the event and write a report afterwards.

You were not an idiot. 

“So, you’re only here for me?” you asked, smirking.

Eyes on you. “Well, I thought you’d be bored.”

“Correct.” You turned into him, running a hand up his chest as you tiptoed and placed your lips to his ear. “Won’t you entertain me, darling?”

With that, you slipped out of his grip and made your way through the crowd, not once looking back, sure you had him wrapped around your finger. The event was held in an underground location underneath an abandoned building. There were several hallways branching around with dozens of rooms, and your footsteps echoed as you headed for the best one. You had scouted the area first for a different reason, and to think you’d use that effort for this.

Footsteps followed yours and when you turned the corner, you glanced over to see Dabi strolling nonchalantly after you. The two of you played this small game of chase for a few minutes until you found the room and slipped in. Nothing grand. Several chairs, couches, and tables.

You placed your glass of wine down on the table, sitting on top and waiting. Dabi came in a few seconds later, eyes hungry. He closed the door and you heard it click as he locked it. With one hand, Dabi loosened his tie as he strode over like a predator about to pounce on prey. You both knew if anyone were the predator here though, it would be you. 

“I’m wondering if you only see me to fuck,” he grumbled, arms coming up on either side of the table to cage you. His tie was loose, hanging around his neck. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. You could have told me you’d be here.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, batting your eyelashes as you took his tie. “You know it’s hard to get away from hero duties. I also can’t help it that every time I see you, I want to fuck you. What? Do you want to kiss a little and cuddle before I leave again?”

“Can’t we do both?” He bumped his head against yours affectionately. 

“Hm.” You picked up your glass of wine and tipped the rest of it back, aware you two might knock it over. Dabi grunted and pressed his lips to yours, surprising you. His tongue came out, pushing between your lips, and wine slipped from your mouth. 

He pulled away, slyly licking his lips. “The wine’s not bad. A little sweet.”

“I know.” You wiped your chin. “I have good taste. We probably have an hour or two. Clothes off, love.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He removed the coat and tossed the vest, hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt as if he couldn’t do it fast enough. You pulled him onto the table, and he scooched up to get comfortable while you straddled him. “Hands.” He held them out and you tied them with his tie before putting them over his head. “They stay there.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re so good for me, darling,” you praised and watched him shudder as you unbuttoned his shirt. Popping one open slowly, down to the next, ravenous. Your mouth was on him again, teeth clashing, and he grinded up against you, groaning. Breaths, small gasps and moans, and the rustle of clothing. Your hands were all over his chest and he was trying his best to keep his above his head. 

“Ma’am, please,” Dabi gasped, grinding harder against you to no avail. He was too hard for simple kissing and biting, and when your tongue flicked out against a new mark you made on his skin, Dabi hissed. “Ma’am.”

“What is it, love?” You sat back up, tracing the staples on his skin and making him tremble under your touch. Four love bites should be enough for now.

“I can’t—” he choked back a moan as you pinched his nipple. “I want you, I want you, I want you. Please, ma’am. I need to feel you.”

“But you are?” You grinded against him again, a little annoyed you couldn’t feel much with your dress. With a huff, you lifted it up, glad it was short enough for it not to go everywhere. Dabi whined at the sight of you, aware of how wet your panties were. 

“Please.” He squirmed, breathing heavily. “Please. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you around me. Please, ma’am. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

You smirked. “Well, since you’re begging so well and you’ve been such a good boy, how can I deny you?”

“Thank you, thank you, ma’am,” he rushed breathlessly, eyes wide and blown open to see you as you slid his pants down and took his cock out. It was oozing with precum, hard and pink, and a simple touch of your hand had him gasping and writhing, head tossing and turning as gibberish spilled out of his mouth. 

“Eyes on us, my love,” you whispered as you slid your panties to the side. Dabi zeroed in on your actions, chest heaving up and down, hands in fists on top of his head. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside you or else he was going to burn the whole place down. 

You guided his head to your slit, rubbing on it, not yet in. Dabi whimpered and whined. “Please, please, ma’am. Fuck me, please! I just want—ohh, fuck! Fuck! Shit!”

You moaned, sliding down on him, clenching as he filled you up. Dabi gasped and groaned, squirming so much he was rubbing inside you, hot and throbbing. 

“Tight. You…can I—can I touch you?” Dabi asked desperately, hands fidgeting with the knot of the tie. 

“No.” You rolled your hips and he groaned, arching his back. At this point, both his shirt and pants were crumbled, and his hair was a dishevelled mess. Mission accomplished, but you weren’t done with him yet. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, sweetheart?”

“Nghh, hah, yes but…but I want to—”

You lifted yourself up and slammed back down on him. Dabi moaned so loud, you were a little wary if anyone could hear him from the party. Hopefully not. 

You kept bouncing on him, chasing your own pleasure, hands on his chest. Dabi met each of your thrust with his own, hips jerking forward. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Dabi’s arms were shaking above his head as he kept groaning and whining, “Please, can I touch you? Can I touch you, ma’am? I want to touch you. Please? Please, ma’am. I need to touch you. Want to feel you.”

The tie around his wrists was sparking with flame and you wanted to reprimand him, but fuck, he was thrusting so far in you, you couldn’t even speak. Instead, one hand reached up and wrapped around his throat. Dabi’s eyes all but rolled into the back of his head as you squeezed lightly, making him gasp. Yet still, groans escaped his lips. 

“Close,” he wheezed. “I’m—ma’am. Cum. I’m gonna cum.”

Your movements grew more erratic, the two of you making the table groan and creak. He was hitting you in all the right spots, and you were about to cum yourself. 

“Ah, take it out,” Dabi choked, aware you two hadn’t brought a condom. You smiled and kept on going. “No, ma’am, ma’am! I’m close!”

“It’s fine,” you managed to ground out, squeezing tighter down on his throat. “Cum inside me, Dabi. I want you to fill me up. Cum for me.”

“Fuck, fuck! Cumming!” The tie around Dabi’s wrists went up in flames and his arms shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down against him. Hard. You gasped at the pleasure shooting up your spine, adding more pressure on Dabi’s neck. He kept gasping and spluttering, hips moving as fast as he could. Cum shot inside you, wet and hot, and you moaned, tossing your head back as you orgasmed. Dabi cursed, feeling you tighten around him, losing his mind.

Panting. The two of you thrusted slowly, riding it out, coming down from your high. Both your cum and his was dripping down your thighs, but your head was clearing enough to take in Dabi’s fucked out look. Sweat was dripping down his skin, a button on his shirt had somehow popped off, and his hair stuck to his face. He lay gasping beneath you, but his eyes were on you, roaming along your body.

“Ha.” You glared down at him, hand still around his throat but not squeezing. He loved its comforting presence.  “Looks like someone couldn’t follow orders.”

Dabi shivered. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I couldn’t—”

“No excuses.” You glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Plenty of time. Naughty boys who don’t listen get punished, right, love?”

Dabi swallowed a sob, knowing he was equally going to love and hate this. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Anime:Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1300+ words.

Summary:Where Satoru is very whiny and needy and just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Warnings: Groping, grinding, hair pulling, footjob, overstimulation.

Note: I have not written smut in like two years.

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It’s one of those days where you’re busy, and it’s one of those days where Satoru is definitely not busy. Actually, he has too much time on his hands, or in this case—too much you on his hands.

“Gojo,” you said sternly as you felt his hand sneak up your shirt for the fiftieth time today, and it wasn’t even lunch yet.

“Gojo?” he asked, and you could hear the pout. If you turned around, you’d definitely see it, sparkly eyes and all.

“Yes.Gojo,” you emphasised. You don’t call him Gojo, not since you two started dating. It was Satoru, Toru, or many of the pet names you’ve given him. Many which he adored. The only time you ever called him Gojo was when you had to be stern. When you were serious or angry.

He whined, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck as he tightened his grip on your body. You sat on his lap from his insistence, and continued to do your work, scribbling down notes. But oh boy, was Satoru continuously getting handsy. First it started with holding your hand and playing with your fingers. Then rubbing your thigh. Groping your ass. Sliding his thumbs across your waist. Each time, a stern snap of his name to discourage him from touching you any further seemed to produce the exact oppositeresult.

So if it’s attention he wants, then you weren’t giving it to him. You’ve told him your paperwork was due this evening. He could at least leave you for another hour, but no, Satoru was being a brat. Suppose you’ve spoiled him a little too much, but how could you not? He flashes a smile at you and suddenly, all you want to do is give him all the love. Damn. Was this what they called whipped?

Satoru hesitantly brought his hand up your shirt again but you didn’t react. He pinched his brows together, squinting at your face which gave no indication you noticed. A little more courageous, he grabbed your breast and squeezed gently. Nothing. Okay. That’s suspicious. 

“Darling?” He placed his chin on your shoulder, staring up at you while he kneaded your breast. “Honey?”

No answer. 

Oh. Okay. He gets it now. “Sweetheart? My love? The light of my life? The very reason for my existence? Are you ignoring me, perhaps?”

Fuck, the man was distracting, but you were a woman of patience and great virtue. You could handle this. Easy. 

Satoru smirked. He could play this game too, sure he would win. You always cracked and though that meant he was punished, well, the whole point was to be punished, right? He wasn’t doing this for a reward. Not at all. 

His soft breath tickled your neck as he got bolder, fingers pinching your nipple. You twitched but continued concentrating on your work, which, quite honestly, wasn’t happening. His lips were on your neck and his other hand was travelling to your crotch. He pressed you as close to him as possible and you all but forgot how to hold a pen. 

“Aren’t I turning you on?” Satoru asked quietly, a smugness to his tone which was stripped away with a groan as he grinded against your ass. “Hm? Aren’t you going to punish me for touching you without permission…mistress?”

Oh, fuck. The son of a bitch. He knew exactly what he was doing. Calling you mistress was a sure fire way to get you into the mood, switching something on in you that only came out in the bedroom. 

He was outright grinding on you now, grunting, his bulge pressed up against you. His finger traced your crotched, other hand moving to give your other breast attention. You clenched your teeth, finger tapping on your pen. A brat. An absolute brat. 

“Mistress,” Satoru whined. “Don’t you want to touch me back? Ruin me? I want you to. I want you. Please?”

You snapped. 

Grinding back on him and eliciting a sharper groan, you turned your head around to glare. “Why do you have to be so disobedient, Toru?”

He grinned. “Don’t make me spell it out. I love being punished by you, mistress.”

You huffed and grabbed his hands, removing them from you. Standing up, you turned around to see a lost and needy expression paint Satoru’s face. Were you wet? Absolutely. The sight of him on the chair, a bulge in his pants, looking up at you desperately was all that was needed to have you clenching around nothing.

“Since my little brat is so needy for punishment—” you reached out and grabbed his hair, tugging it back to reveal his neck. He moaned. “—shouldn’t the punishment be not to punish you?”

“Mistress!” He pouted. 

“Hands on the side of the chair and keep it there,” you snapped and his arms came up to rest on them. You placed your foot on the edge of the chair, pushing it back so you had more room. Releasing your grip on his hair, you sat on top of the desk and stared down at him while he shivered from your look alone. 

“Miss—oh, fuck me!” Satoru threw his head back as you pressed your foot against his bulge. “Miss—miss, please!”

“Hm?” You had an elbow on your knee, foot unmoving. “Oh, I’m just thinking that if you so desperately want me to touch you, I won’t give you that. You’ve been naughty, love.”

“Ngh,” Satoru moaned, grinding onto your foot, seeking any sort of friction. “Ah. Hah. Mistress, please. I want you to—to touch me.”

“I am, aren’t I? You can grind against my foot like the pretty little whore you are. You can even cum if you want. Don’t you think I’m being quite nice and merciful for someone so disobedient?” You pressed down a little harder, careful not to hurt him, and Satoru moaned pitifully, his hips jerking and growing faster. 

“Touch you,” Satoru gasped. “I want to touch you too. Please, mistress? Please?” His hands were twitching on the armchair, clenching into fists and unclenching as if he didn’t know what to do with them. 

“So demanding for someone being punished,” you tsked, tilting your head to the side. “Do you think you can do anything because of your pretty face?”

“…ha, yes? I—oh shit!”

You had grabbed onto his hair again, pulling his face closer to you as you leaned down. His hips got more erratic, the chair squeaking underneath his movements. Tongue sticking out, his swirling eyes looked up at you, grunts and moans slipping from his mouth like a symphony.

“Ah, ah, I’m going to cum,” Satoru whimpered. “Please, can I come? Can I come, mistress?”

“Yes, darling. I don’t go back on my words.” You sneered down at him, a gleam in your eyes. “Go ahead. You can cum.”

“Thank you,” he gasped, rutting against your foot so hard, you had to push back to maintain a semblance of keeping steady. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You watched as his hips grew jerky and slow as he panted, breath fanning your knee. Your hand scratched his head and he closed his eyes, leaning into you and whimpering softly. You stared down at the wet stain in his pants with a smirk and then asked, “Why did you stop?”

“Ngh!Ah! Fuck!” Satoru sobbed out as you rubbed your foot against his cock, sensitive from cumming. “Wait, wait, it’s—it’s sensitive! Miss, miss, please! Wait!”

“I thought you wanted to cum, darling? I thought you were so needy and desperate for me, you were willing to cum while grinding on my ass?” You continued to tease his cock, running your foot up and down, watching it rise again. “You’re going to fuck my foot and cum like the naughty boy you are until I say you can stop. Understand?”

“Gah! Shit! Yes, mistress!”

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Basics:

♔ LISTEN: I ONLY WRITE FEMDOM AND NSFW SO IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY BLOG JUST LEAVE, IT’S FREE ♔

♡ All my characters are aged up 

♡ You can send in requests here but if I don’t want to write it, I won’t

♡ I do not tolerate hate, rudeness, disrespect, bullying etc. Bascially DNI if you’re a horrible person

♡ Minors DNI

♡ I will put warningsandtagsbefore the post so you can decide if you want to read it or not

♡ I’m in uni so posts will either be slow or short, but I believe in quality

♡ Please send thirsts so we can thirst together thanks

♡ Any burning questions, just ask

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Rules:

♔ Here’s what I do write:

   ♡ BDSM

   ♡ Animalistic parts but not ‘pet play’

   ♡ Somnophilia (with consent)

   ♡ Dacryphilia

   ♡ Role reversal

   ♡ Corruption

   ♡ A/B/O (my take on it)

   ♡ Yandere (my take on it)

   ♡ Threesomes and polyamory

♔ Here’s what I don’t write:

   ♡ The very obvious dark content like r*pe, non-con, abuse, incest, cheating, ped*philia, snuff, raceplay etc.

   ♡ Male reader or sub reader

   ♡ DDLG, MMLB, daddy or mummy kink, age play

   ♡ Water sports or any other body liquid like spitting etc.

   ♡ Pegging or anything anal (gasp, I know)

   ♡ Exhibitionism or public sex

★ If you’re unsure of what I don’t write, just ask. I promise I won’t bite unless you want me to ★

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Who I write for:

  ♔ Jujutsu Kaisen (Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Sukuna, Toge Inkmaki, Kasimi Miwa, Mai Zenin)

  ♔ My Hero Academia (Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki, Yo Shindo, Yu Takeyama, Rumi Usagiyama, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Kai Chisaki, Keigo Takami)

  ♔ Attack on Titan (Mikasa Ackerman, Levi Ackerman, Pieck, Historia Reiss, Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlet)

Note: I am willing to write for some other characters not listed here.

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Masterlist:

♔ Jujutsu Kaisen

  ♡ Needy (Satoru Gojo x reader)

  ♡ Use your words (Toge Inumaki x reader)

♔ My Hero Academia

   ♡ Suit and Tie (Dabi x reader)

♔ Attack on Titan

   ♡ Personal Maid (Levi Ackerman x reader)

   ♡ Pet games (Erwin Smith x reader x Levi Ackerman)

   ♡ [Currently in the works (Levi Ackerman x reader)]

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About me:

♡ My name is Reverie but you can call me Veri

♡ She/Her pronouns

♡ Turning 19 in May

♡ Bisexual/Pansexual

♡ Sun: Gemini | Rising: Capricorn | Moon: Aquarius

♡ INTJ

♡ A really horny and kinky bastard

♡ Open to making friends so feel free to send in asks or dms as long as they’re not rude and you don’t have any other ill intentions

♡ Really love to get to know you all

♡ Feel free to send me anime, music, manhwa suggestions

♡ If you’re curious about the femdom world, or need advicefor anything like mental health, though I’m not an expert, I do make a good therapist so send in asks or dms. However, don’t rely on me or expect me or demand me to help you perfectly and cure whatever that is plaguing you. 

Hello my dear Readers!

Recently I’ve made for myself a “Buy me a coffee” page. 

I’ll probably post there some of my thoughts on topics I’m interested in, mostly about societal and cultural topic ‘cause we live in a society lol.

If by any chance you’d like to support me, and have some money to spare, I’d be grateful for even a single dollar, really!

Also, for those who’d like to support me by joining my membership, I’d love to offer dedicated stories! The donators could specify such conditions as i.e. the genre of the story, obviously a person they want the story to be written for, specific kinks and activities they want to take place, the literal place and the time that the story will be happening in, and more if they come up with some other conditions.

Thank You for all the support you give me! I’d never be where I’m right now without you