kiemuu

[kiemuu]

hewwwo ... not inactive or busy, no writers block, not losing inspiration either... just brainstorming some ideas ,, and to keep as a heads-up, i plan to post my heeseung fanfic in a couple days.. i always forget how long drabbles are supposed to be dammit TT i get super invested // engrossed in the story that my mind forgets the limit of how far the story is supposed to go .. i have no real discipline when it comes to writing. oh, right besides that thank you for everyone likes for my first fic, i swear i wrote it on a whim for real i didnt know people into femdom and soft boys like me. o-o"

[kiemuu]

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘮/𝘴 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 (𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.), 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳���𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘮. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝟼𝟿 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

💭 this work got inspired by this! specifically, jake. :3

Jake and you stumble through the front door, still flushed from dinner and wine, breathless from the cold and the heat of your lips clashing every few seconds. His laugh is soft and boyish, cheeks a little pink, and your fingers are tangled in the fabric of his shirt as he kicks the door shut behind him.

You murmur against his lips, grinning as he backs you up against the wall. “You’re insatiable tonight, huh?”

“Yeah, well… supper was great,” he trails off with another kiss to your jaw, then lowers his voice, husky and quiet, right by your ear. “But I’ve got a sweet tooth tonight… and only you can satisfy it.”

“Oh?” you breathe, pulling back just enough to scan his face, eyes narrowing with a playful kind of danger and brows raised. “My hungry pup wants a taste of his mistress, doesn’t he?”

Jake’s throat bobs as he swallows, but he doesn’t back down. Instead, he gives a small, deliberate nod—submissive and eager, a silent yes just for you.

Without a word, you took his wrist and lead him down the hall towards the bedroom, your steps confident, unhurried, purposeful. Following behind, he watches you closely as you turn the knob and step inside, the soft lighting already casting warm shadows against the walls. You release your grip only once you’re standing in front of the bed, beginning to peel off your clothes with a calm sort of precision. Jake mirrors your movement, stripping down until you’re both left in just your undergarments, the tension thick between you.

You reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out the familiar items—his black collar, worn just enough to be comforting, matching leash you know he loves, and the soft red bondage ropes he knows so well.

“Get on the bed, hands behind your back,” you say, voice melodic, but laced with authority.

He obeys immediately, eyes soft but glowing with anticipation. You fasten the collar around him, your fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. The leash snaps on with a low click, and when you pull lightly, his lips part on instinct, a quiet gasp escaping, eyes fluttering for just a second.

“You look so pretty like this, my drooly puppy,” you murmur with a velvet lilt, kissing his flushed cheek before looping the red restraints through the bedposts. “Just in case you get too restless when I’m making you feel good.”

After you’ve fully bound the rope around his wrists, you climb up onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly beneath your knees. Straddling his lap, your hand glides up his chest as you lean in to whisper by his ear, “You’re all mine tonight. No backing out.”

You settle between his legs with a slow, deliberate grace, fingers toying at the elastic waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips instinctively as you tug the fabric down and let it bunch around his thighs, eyes gleaming as you take in the way his cock strains against the open air. He’s already hard, twitching, leaking with pre-cum.

“So needy,” you croon delightfully, wrapping your hand around his shaft with a lazy stroke, your thumb smudging his creamy fluids on his reddened tip. “Barely touched you and you’re already stiff as a statue.”

Your words make his head fall back against the pillows, his chest rising in shallow waves. You tilted your head downward to let a warm ribbon of spit fall from your mouth, coating his length with practiced ease before you start pumping him slow, dragging out each glide with just enough pressure to hear the choked sounds he makes.

Jake groans, the sound punched from his chest. “Mommy—” he pants, biting his lip, “Faster… please—fuck, do it faster. Pleaseplease.”

You hum sweetly, as if considering it. “Mm… no, not yet.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his, watching every shift of desperation in his features. “If you behave, maybe I’ll give you what you’re really hungry for.”

He whimpers in response, his wrists straining subtly against the restraints, body already trembling under your careful attention. When he tries to thrust up into your hand, you immediately press your free hand down on his thigh, fingers curling in firm warning.

“Stay still,” you order, voice soft but razor-sharp, “or I’ll leave you shaking and unsatisfied.”

And he does—bit by bit. His unfiltered, helpless moans grow louder, throatier, his hips twitched upward, chasing the high despite your hold. You glare at him, a playful but stern glint in your eyes, and he shudders beneath you, his back arching slightly, his head rolling to the side on the pillow, biting back sobs of pleasure and agony.

“Who’s a good boy for me?” you murmur, your voice all velvet and heat, eyes locked onto his wide, glassy ones.

“I am, mommy…” he whines out, voice is wrecked and so desperate to please you that his body coils tighter and tighter, trembling under the slow, maddening pleasure of being handled and praised like a toy.

“That’s right. My sweet little pup,” you coo, pressing a kiss just above his navel as your pace grows more purposeful, more punishing. “You’re doing so well… look at you. So beautiful, so fucked-out, so mine when you’re right on the edge.”

He cries out, a strangled ‘ahhh’ slipping from his throat. “I’m—I’m gonna cum, mistress, please, can I?”

“Yes, go ahead,” you whisper, low and commanding. “Let it out for me. Show me how much you need this.”

Jake grunts in a shaky, prolonged sound as his body tensing hard beneath you when his climax hits, his breath catching in broken little gasps. His release paints his lower abdomen in thick, hot messy streaks of cum, spilling over your palm, and you watch with a smug little smile as his chest quivers with rapid inhalations and his unfocused gaze drinking you in, every muscle drawn taut before finally melting into the sheets.

“There you go,” you murmur, slowly easing your hand, coaxing him through every last pulse. “Took everything out of you, didn’t it? Good boys always feel better when they listen.”

Your fingertips skimmed through his tousled strands as you guided his chin upward, craving the collision of your eyes. “It’s time for the main course,” you whispered—affectionate and devastatingly seductive. “What I promised you… if you stayed nice.”

You caressed his cheek, one hand moving with unexpected tenderness as the other is undoing the bindings around his wrists, freeing his hands at last. You placed gentle, peppery kisses on the reddened impressions they left behind after you rise to your knees and hook your thumbs into the filigree-trimmed edges of your white lace panties to slid down.

Jake was fixated on the thin, glistening string of arousal that stretches from the soaked fabric to the flushed softness of your sex—exposed now, aching and wet just for him. The sight alone punches the air from his lungs.

As if on cue, you could already see his cock—which had softened slightly from his earlier orgasm—twitching back to life with shocking urgency, already hardening again on his stomach, the mushroom tip weeping as if it missed your warmth already. Your legs swung over him with sinuous grace, slowly straddling his face before positioning yourself just above his parted lips while your own mouth hovers over his painfully hard cock. He moans at the contact alone, already trying to lift his head for a taste.

“Fuck…” Jake groaned, his voice thick with awe and undeniable hunger before diving right in. His hands immediately found your hips, gripping the plushness of your ass—kneading and spreading your cheeks with reverence and urgency. His tongue slid along your soaked slit with the desperation of a man starved, licking into you with long, devoted strokes that made your entire body tremble above him. He alternated between featherlight tugs over your swollen bud and plunging his tongue deep into your throbbing center, eager and unrelenting, mapping every inch of your sweetness—moaning like the taste of you was all he’d ever craved.

Your spine curved in a graceful arc, eyes fluttering half-shut from the intensity. But you didn’t leave him unattended for long. With a high-pitched sigh, you finally lowered your pursed lips to his cock—his entire body jolting the moment your warm breath ghosted over him. You set the pace, so languid and indulgent it nearly made him cry out. You lavished soft, open-mouthed kisses and flicks of your wet tongue along his sensitive underside, then traced your way back to the base, savoring every inch like he was the only thing that mattered.

After some time, you engulfed him fully until your nose were close to his soft sack and he was seated comfortably at the warm, narrow passage beyond your tongue. Your eyes watered from the delicious stretch, a soft gag flexed in your throat, but you held him there—your hand fitted perfectly around his girth, stroking what you couldn’t take while your head bobbing, unhurried at first, then picked up speed, suckling with ravenous greed, saliva already trailing down your chin, coating him in a slick sheen that only made each thrust of your mouth more obscene.

“Right there…” Jake mumbles into you, barely audible, lips slick and shining with you, his hips jerking upward involuntarily. “That’s it, keep going.”

He ground his face against your pussy with shameless hunger, his tongue delving in smooth, fervent strokes. His nose grazed your clit with every motion, the subtle friction making your orgasm crest with a cry wrenched from somewhere guttural and unguarded. His hands clutched your waist with bruising force, knuckles paling as his fingers dug into the soft curve of your rear. Pain edged the pleasure where his grip painted your fair skin in blooming shades of crimson, the contrast stark and beautiful beneath the low, heady light.

You tried to speak, curse or plead—but the words tangled in your throat, melting into fractured sounds, “I—I’m… g-getting s-so c-close… ah—!” Each syllable was a breathless stammer, threaded with a series of soft, broken moans as your hips moved roughly on their own accord, chasing every nuanced flick of his tongue that sent jolts of white-hot ecstasy through you, coaxing you to the edge with unrelenting precision.

“Come undone for me. Let me taste you falling apart.”

Your body seized at his demand, quaking with a violence that bordered on sacred. Your head fell forward, hair curtaining your flushed, tear-streaked face, lips parted in a soundless cry. Your back arched instinctively, the convulsions rippling up your spine like lightning. The suction around his cock faltered, your mouth slipping off with a soft pop as the flood overtook you. A gush of warm, pearlescent fluid streaming out of your entrance in sharp, rhythmic pulses—wetting every inch of his mouth and cascading down his chin like you were pouring your soul into him.

Jake drank you in greedily, as though the taste of you was oxygen, as though he’d die without another drop. His tongue followed every trace of your essence with ravenous intent as he persisted beyond the quivering of your thighs and the spasmodic thrusts of your hips, his grip unwavering, mouth sealed like a solemn vow. The sloppy, unabashed licks created an audible slickness, every squelch drenched in desire and utterly feral. A deep-throated moan rattled from his chest as he pulled back with effort, pupils blown wide, breath heavy and uneven.

He asked softly, “Good boys get seconds, don’t they?”

© kiemuu 2025. all rights reserved.

[kiemuu]

barou being a big brother to his siblings 🥹

one of my fav panels ever. my sillies and mother barou dearest

[kiemuu]

𝐁𝐘𝐅

𔘓 ⠀go by the psuedo “kiemuu” .ᐟ ୨୧ ⤹ isfj she her + 22 .ᐟ my birthday is june 14th, i'm a gemini & part-time student/worker

𔘓⠀ jake’𖹭 sunshine, sunghoon’𖹭 brat, heeseung’𖹭 babygirl, sae & rin’𖹭 doll, nanami’𖹭 princess, oreki’𖹭 soulmate, shouma’𖹭 angel & kiyoomi’𖹭 sweetheart

𔘓 ⠀nsfw & sfw content and multi-fandom

𔘓 ⠀main media focus here is enha, haikyuu, bluelock & jujutsu kaisen, but i also watch others like moriarty the patriot, blue exorcist, vanitas no carte, bungou stray dogs, etc. . always open to suggestions and recs !! rlly into bts, exo, monbebe 'n nct dream, like edm n romantic music too

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۶ৎ⠀dnfi -12 / 24+ basic dni criteria

۶ৎ⠀minors, ageless, blank accs

۶ৎ⠀alt accs, mean and toxic ppl, anime haters, hard k-pop stans, discrimination, racist, sexist, omophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, islamophobic, misogynistic, etc

۶ৎ⠀supports, participates, tolerates, or justify any of the above

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keep this blog a safe space—that means no hate, whether through anon asks or any other form to me or my mutuals

do not steal, translate, repost, or redistribute my work on any platform without explicit permission

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i only write for fem reader or any anime characters

my grammar isn't good as you can see; i'm not a professional writer, but i try my best to proofread or edit my mistakes

all persons/characters must be up to age!

WHAT I WILL WRITE

۶ৎ⠀smut, selfships, ddlg/mmlb, sub/dom, legal age gap, drabbles, headcannons, domestic, fluff, slice of life, one shots, 1-2 parts, smut, thirsts, kinks, alternate universes, scenarios

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

۶ৎ⠀non-mono, poly/foursomes+ (i don’t think i’d be good at it), gangbangs, incest (except stepcest), non-con, cuckolds, sexual abuse, rape, pregnancy, bodily fluids like piss/scat/vomit, drugs and alcohol usage (unless otherwise), male reader pov, underage characters in sexual situations, lgbtq+ (even tho i support it), furries, futanaris

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to anyone who needs it for stories ... https://jsfiddle.net/j7vLfbw1/22/

how to make text in captions gradient or multicolored

I was asked by the lovely @an-idiot-in-a-trenchcoat​​ about how I got the gradient caption to this edit, so I decided to make a mini tutorial! This is my first time doing something like this so if there’s anything that’s confusing, feel free to send me an ask and I will do my best to clarify!

We’re going to learn how to do something like this today:

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