obscure-imaginations

[obscure-imaginations]

rz michael myers hcs (nsfw: mdni)

rz michael myers x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: a lot here. mikey has a monster cock, insecure + inexperienced michael, he doesn't talk but makes noise + mouths words + grunts syllables sometimes (selectively mute ig?), oral sex (both giving and receiving), excessive creampies, fingering (receiving), no lube we die like men his dick n spit does it for him, masturbation, rimming (both giving and receiving), knife kink, excessive mentions of precum + spit + cum, creative use of cum/arousal fluids in arts projects, musk kink, choking (receiving), mentions of sex toys, thigh humping, mention of canon SA and violence (nothing w/ or directly involving reader), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), cum eating, slight somnophilia, bruises and hickeys, cockwarming, slight worship (receiving), dry humping, handjobs, 2 mentions of him having a mini shrine to you, mentions of needle hrt in ftm + mtf bits (feel free to ignore), mentions of the institute/asylum

a/n: sorta edited. tried not to be too ooc, but it's more focused on a softer side of michael - personally i think his character is very different to og/peepaw myers! rz mikey is more based in instinct rather than previous experiences/societal expectations, so there's more general hcs than separate sections this time. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

as michael is very inexperienced with kissing, he'll smash his lips against yours and become a huffing mess after he gets worked up from your breath mingling with his and your darkening gazes meeting

if you play with his hair and gaze into his eyes, he can't help it if he gets half-hard - his body will always needily react to your attention and affection

he's most at home in grey sweatpants - he's very used to wearing them while making his masks and associates them with comfort and the years of creatively honing his craft

so naturally, don't be surprised when his already impressive girth pulses and thickens at the sight of you bending over or reaching something off a high shelf

mikey will absolutely make you your own special mask!! although, the glue he uses for your personal paper mâché mix is a bit more,, personal. he'll also use your arousal to paint the inner layer of his favourite mask :( he simply needs to have some semblance of you with him at all times, especially whenever he's out on the town and away from your embrace

he's borderline hypersexual and gets half-hard and extremely sensitive without reason, however he doesn't always feel the need to act on his urges with you. expect him hiding his arousal during mundane activities, getting flushed and shy when he realises that you notice :<

if he's comfortable on the couch, he'll make himself at home with a horrendous manspread. naturally, this leads to him getting flustered whenever you kneel in between his legs with a mischievous glint in your eye. if you ask him sweetly, he'll be more than happy to sit you in between his strong thighs and let you hump into his hand while you both watch a movie

if he's not feeling like he wants to be inside you, he'll lie on his back with his knees up, pulling you to straddle his waist and lean back against his thighs. from this angle, he's able to watch you play with yourself and masturbate above him while feeling your weight grounding him, just out of reach but almost close enough to taste

he loves taking you from behind and kissing the base of your neck, your breathless giggles echoing in his ears as his long hair tickles your shoulders and back

michael loves having you cockwarm him while he makes his masks!! he adores it when you doze off with your cheek smushed into his shoulder during a late night arts-and-crafts session, the slow pulse of his heartbeat deep inside you

he's so, so incredibly thankful for you, that he's able to unleash his frustrations into you, whether it be about a ripped mask or just about pentup emotions. he's eternally thankful for your love and under the table support

you are mikey's angel, his true saving grace. after his long bout at the institute, he was fully convinced that being loved by anyone was impossible for him. your welcoming arms and gentle praise proved him wrong and completely changed his image of heaven - to michael, it's no longer a cloudy sky mentioned in those old books, it's your warm embrace and loving gaze. it just took him a little while to realise that he was in his own little paradise with you

he tries his hardest to treat you with absolute reverence and adoration T-T he's devoted to making you feel good with him, no matter what. usually, this means holding back from skullfucking you at a brutal pace whenever you give him head. your throat is just so tight around him :( it's got him steadying himself against a wall with his hand, shaking and sweating from holding back, with his gorgeous, garbled moans encouraging you to swallow the saltiness of his length

mikey's wandering hands always end up on your ass or tummy whenever you cuddle together, it's just comforting for him

he's one of the strongest, largest men to ever walk the earth, but the way he gently traces your facial features makes you forget that completely. michael handles you like you're made of porcelain, only using soft pressure unless you assure him he won't break you easily

he has a big, strong and beefy body. lord knows how he maintained it in the institute but with you, he's gonna try his damnedest to put all of his strength to good use - whether it be getting you off while fingering you, his toned forearms barely breaking a sweat or his tree trunk thighs tensing while you ride them

mikey is not trimmed or well-groomed downstairs, his pubes are a wild and unkempt cloud of blonde and light grey hair, so you know he's not caring about how you look at all. you're a fuckin deity in his eyes and he'll dispose of anyone who makes you feel anything other than heavenly

michael is uncut, big and thick, with a large vein running up the underside - so heavy and large that it can't even stand up against his belly, instead slightly bobbing with his pulse and hanging low. it's the type you see in lewd magazines, where it tilts down even when fully hard

when you're on your knees for him, expect his weepy cockhead to drip onto your face while you kiss and nip at his heavy, full balls

oh yeah, this man has the definition of breeder balls; hanging low, swollen and filled to the brim with his potent cum. he truly has so much to give, so you'd better be ready for multiple loads throughout the night

in contrast to michael's hard cock, his nipples are soft and incredibly sensitive. if he's trying to cum as fast as possible, he'll sneak a hand up his shirt and pinch at them relentlessly - make sure they're puffy and spit-glazed after you've been ontop, he goes absolutely feral would really appreciate it

mikey has massive hands too - his fingers are enough to fill you considerably, but he often resorts to stuffing your mouth with them or using his palm to muffle your noises if you're being vocal. he definitely doesn't want the cops called on you just because he's great at pleasuring you

his cock feels heavy inside you, almost like he's deep in your chest whenever he bottoms out. the weight is absolutely dizzying as it stretches you out each thrust and rubs all of the right places. he easily gets drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, leading to his head being tossed back with drool dribbling down his chin at the sensation

he has the biggest size kink possible but he really doesn't want to get carried away when exerting his strength and size on you - he doesn't want to get carried away or hurt you too badly :(

michael uses whatever knife he can get his hands on during foreplay to add a bit of risk and edge. cutting off your underwear and shirt, tracing down thighs and hips and gently nicking your skin every once in a while, but he quickly tosses it if you beg him to fuck you desperately enough - he doesn't wanna hurt you that bad, not before he's even gotten started

mikey is incredibly insecure about himself and his own worth as a person. he fears your love is only temporary and that you'll move on, leaving him behind as a memory or an adrenaline rush of foolish regret :( for that reason, he's terrified to go too hard or hurt you badly - he's convinced you'll be in pain and be fearful of him if he fucks up. be sure to reassure him when you're together after you have a rougher time and he's manhandling you more <3

initially when he learnt about dry humping, he was confused as to why he craved the friction so desperately but he's learnt to give in - michael will almost immediately cum in his pants if you quietly reassure him you'll clean up the mess you're both bound to leave on his clothes. half the fun (in his eyes, at least) is seeing you get flustered over the sheer amount of his load that's seeping into his boxers from just that little bit of friction

his favourite place to have you is on his lap - cockwarming, cuddling or napping, he does not care. he needs to have your face pressed into his neck with his larger frame providing you with warmth and stability

will rarely fist his cock but if you ever catch him, you might be able to make out his lips repeating the shape of your name over and over

for a long while at the start of your.. arrangement, he had no idea how to initiate sex. he'd just hover close to you, desperately hoping you'd notice the heat radiating from his massive, obvious bulge. would start to bite the inside of his cheek and guide your body towards him in a desperate hint if you didn't clock it immediately

he also did not know shit about the human anatomy, so he'll need you to guide him to where you want to be touched and with a bit of coaching, he'll learn the correct pressure and pace to get you off easily

if you tease him while he's in his overalls, the sight of his lower region slowly darkening with his endless pre and the sound of his haggard breathing devolving into animalistic grunts is nearly enough to make your knees give out

michael isn't a massive fan of fucking you on your bed, especially if your room is in a similar layout to his back at the institute. haunting memories brought on by the guards cast negative clouds across his mind and that is the last thing he wants with you. he'd much prefer to go at it against a wall, the couch or even the floor. most of the time, around his desk is where the action happens and your bed is solely reserved for sleep <3

he loves smearing his precum all over your face, loves letting his musk seep into your skin while your eyes glaze over with lust

he cups your chin, cheek and jaw whenever you have his full attention and his heart melts when you nuzzle into him - his thumb plays with your bottom lip and if you decide to suck on it to keep your mouth occupied, so expect to have mikey silently begging you to cockwarm him while his brain goes fuzzy

while you relax for the evening, watching a movie together, expect him to position you with your head on his thigh (your face way to close to his crotch ofc)

michael loves you sucking on his soft cock and warming him with your mouth, he adores the slow feeling of him growing hard as you moan and gag around his length

when you introduce him to the concept of the sixty-nine position, he absolutely short-circuits. what do you mean you can both suffocate in each other's musk while getting each other off?? what do you mean he can prop himself up above you so he can spend time teasing you while forcing you to choke on his length???

michael always cums a bit too quickly and a bit too much - the moment he enters you for the first time, he can't help but fill you up immediately (good thing he's blessed with inhuman stamina)

he's also the biggest fan of you offering to clean up the mess of his cum dripping down his shaft - if your ass is a bit tender and sore from his rough pace, he's more than happy to soften in your mouth while the two of you catch your breath and wind down

mikey isn't very confident with toys and would much rather pleasure you by himself, but he wouldn't mind learning slowly what you prefer over time

he's also not a fan of lube - it feels too cold on his skin and the slippery nature of it scares him a little, so the best way to get him all coated in pre (for your comfort ofc) is to rim him. his tip drools and spits out so much of his arousal whenever you fuck him with your tongue, rest assured it'll bubble down his shaft and drip onto your chest. the delicious flush of his neck and upper chest is a glorious sight to behold

he first feels the urge to make love to you slowly after he sees a steamy, romantic sex scene with a married couple on television - he wants to give you the warmth and care the actors portray on screen

when you first offered to give him head, he tentatively slapped his cock against your tongue to test waters and see if you liked the taste but ended up addicted to the feeling. he'll smack it against your lips and tongue every time you're on your knees for him

his heavy balls slapping against your chin while he floods your mouth with salty, thick warmth is one of his favourite sounds

he starts breathily whimpering in his gravelly voice whenever he fully bottoms out in your heat, one of the rare moments when he totally loses control over his lust for you

he grunts out the syllables of your name when he's about to cum, digging his fingers into your hips and nipping your neck, leaving deep marks on your skin

mikey gets the same rush whenever you both cum together as to when he stabs someone and kills them after a long game of cat and mouse - there's a reason why the french call it 'petit mortis', a little death

the first time the two of you had sex, it brought out such intense emotions from michael that he was left shaken, crying from confusion about the onslaught of feelings he just shared with you. he is originally torn between holding you close and never letting you go as well as instantly leaving and isolating himself in his own space - like he's used to. he needs time to fully mull over the situation and new sensations he experienced but he would really like to have you nearby incase he needs a hug :(

on a long day, after you've given him head, he'll softly catch his breath while watching you blissfully hum and rest your cheek against his thigh. he huffs a small chuckle as you press light kisses into his softening cock

myers really doesn't want to hurt your ass or bruise your upper thighs too much as he needs to have you perched on his lap whenever he can, but you can expect tender skin from his hips slapping into you as well as bruises from his grip on your waist and hips

if he was too rough with you the night before (maybe accidentally leaving bone-deep bruises or purple marks and scratches along your body), he'll disappear early next morning and return during breakfast with a fistful of fresh tulips as an apology, with their stems partially crushed. just be sure to rinse off the dirt still attached to the roots, it's the thought that counts :<

michael may be inexperienced and bashful but he'll try anything once if it gets you off and brings you pleasure

michael loves to place his hand around your throat, just as a reminder of his sheer strength and power over you. with the slightest amount of pressure, he could make your brain go dumb and your tongue loll out

he chokes you until your eyes become unfocused, your little gasps and whines becoming softer and softer. the proud glint in michael's eyes is deserved, as you fully trusted him with your life while you were in your most vulnerable position. he holds you close while you unsteadily catch your breath, mumbling about how good you are to him and stroking your hair all the while

if you're too shy to look up at him while he fucks you or gives you head, he'll tilt your chin up and groan when your cheeks flush at his blown out pupils

he's the type to not pull out after, needing to soften and catch his breath while still feeling connected, inadvertently overstimulating you without fail as his whole body is racked with aftershocks

if he's feeling mean, michael will make you hump his thigh while he palms at his dick during one of his arts and crafts sessions

he wipes the last dribbles of his cum on your inner thighs after he pulls out. he'll clean it either way - with a damp towel or his tongue, it's up to you <3

occasionally after a spree, he'll need to let his mind rest and will use you as his cute little fleshlight, burying himself deep inside you while guiding your hips along with his rhythm at a bruising pace. if you pay close attention, you'll see his lips forming silent prayers and whispers of apology whenever you yelp from the pace

his post-kill musk is potent enough to make your head spin. if you rest your cheek against his pectoral, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat start to slow against you :<

his guilty pleasure is pulling out while cumming thick spurts, slapping his tip across your skin while smearing his load all over you, be it your lips and cheeks or ass and thighs

michael doesn't want to disturb your sleep if he's needy, so he'll slip your hand in between his boxers and pajama pants to feel your smaller hand against his throbbing bulge. he's content to doze like that but expect to feel him humping into your fist while he sleeps. you may wake to the sound of sheets rustling as he licks up the mess he made, much too tired to change sheets but not wanting it to dry and soil your sheets

he insists on placing his hand firmly on the back of your neck whenever he takes you from behind - to stop you from fucking yourself back on his cock and squirming at his pace

after sex with mikey, it's a common occurrence for you both to be a panting mess on the floor when he's done, your throat sore from mindless babbling and loud moans - all complete with a wet, drool-covered spot on your shirt from his grunts through gritted, gnashed teeth. when he's floated back into the right headspace, he's absolutely mortified by his behaviour and is tentative to even glance at you in a less than innocent way for the next couple hours

if your soft body goes limp in his arms after a mind-blowing orgasm, he gets scared at first and stops his thrusts. he's worrying he hurt you but, once he realises you're alright, he'll support your head and neck and go completely feral, thrusting and grinding until he reaches his high as well

whenever you fall asleep ontop of him, he needs to have your face tucked into the crook of his neck - the scent of your hair and sex in the air lulls him to sleep quicker than any sedative could

he adores your attention while you both bask in your respective afterglows - your hands gently cradling his face while he tucks himself away is one of his favourite, most soothing actions of yours. he'll always rub circles into your skin in return

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amab hcs

michael is inexperienced and completely driven by instinct when it comes to giving head - he wouldn't be deep-throating, instead focusing on your tip and licking along your veins. he's a master of giving handjobs, with the amount of spit he shamelessly coats you with (not to mention his rougher hands)

if he's particularly needy, he'll come up behind you and gently undo your belt while tracing his fingers over your zipper, nosing at your jaw and softly rutting into your ass while panting above you

the moment your fly is undone, his breathing gets ragged and drool nearly starts dripping down his chin

cages you against a bench or wall to rut against your ass and breathe in your scent after a long day at work

if you introduce him to rimming,, lord save your soul. his scruff rubs your ass raw with how often he goes to town on your tight, puckered hole. his favourite bit is pulling back and admiring how you glint in the light with his spit shining all over

of course, the extra spit only helps his efforts of bullying his throbbing cock into your poor hole

whenever michael is close to the edge while buried deep in you, he starts uncontrollably twitching and bumping your prostate, causing you to let out a pitchy whine at the unexpected feeling. every time without a doubt, his eyes roll back and growls into your ear at you clenching around him

he has a small photo shrine of your cocks together, a mess of cum and spit framed for his appreciation (he's a romantic)

his dirty fantasy is getting your attention while you're on the phone in bed by mouthing and groping at your cock, working you through the fabric of your pants

michael is obsessed with rutting his cock against yours, covering each other in your arousals, cum spurting up onto your chests as you nip and kiss at each other's chest and throat

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afab hcs

mikey loses his mind a little each time you cream on his shaft, feeling your arousal dripping down to his balls and coating the insides of his thighs. just the thought of your slick coating him is enough to make his eyes roll back

he rips or cuts your underwear off you if he's too impatient to wait for you to fully undress

once michael is fully stuffed inside you, he gently traces where you meet, in awe of how he manages to fit in your heat

his large hands span over the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you tear up at the pressure and drip onto the sheets

leans his head closer to your ear just to make sure you hear his groans and grunts while he destroys your pussy

his favourite sight is his pearly globs of cum oozing out of your puffy, soaked hole - made complete by the fucked out glaze in your eyes as you stare at the blurry spectre of a giant between your thighs

he tentatively gropes your thighs and enjoys warming his hands by sticking them up your shirt. if you both happen to make an appearance in public, expect him to crowd around you to try and shield you form from wandering eyes - he may be yours but you're also his, so no one has a right to touch or even look at your precious body (especially not your soft tits or ass, they're for him only)

teach him to tie his hair in a messy bun or acquire a hairband for him to keep his hair from getting sticky whenever he does down on you, slurping and worshipping your pussy like it's his god-given purpose on this earth

once he tries taking you in a mating press, he accidentally discovers heaven. he can fully dwarf you in his shadow and also cradle your pretty face while erratically thrusting and groaning in that raspy voice you love. if he fucks you dumb, he's more than happy to wipe away your tears

sometimes michael hesitates pushing into you for fear of it hurting too much, unintentionally resulting in him working you up by teasing your entrance with his thick cockhead then nudging your clit, fully soaking his length in your arousal

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ftm hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael's sadistic side comes out when he spanks your cock until your sloppy boycunt is drooling onto the mattress. he makes sure to gently slip his finger in your hole every so often, his delight in your whines is very evident when you can feel him throbbing under you

his strong forearms easily hold down your hips to stop them from rutting into his mouth whenever he sucks you off, making you shiver with every thrust of his tongue. his dick is neglected while he goes to town, not that mikey minds at all. he knows he'll be able to go balls deep after you've cum at least once to loosen up for him

due to his strength, he'll keep you still even while you become overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain but he's too far gone to care - this man becomes so pussydrunk that he can barely process that he's stained all of the material in your immediate vicinity with your arousal; your pants, his shirt, the carpet and not to mention the couch or bedsheets from his erratic wiping of his fingers when they get too slippery

loves to have you bouncing on his cock - grabbing your hips until they're bruised to control the pace and depth, pushing you to take all of him inside

sometimes if you look extra delectable while attempting to reach something off of a high shelf, michael may not be able to control himself and his craving for your taste - he will bend you over with no hesitation and make out with your cunt, nose glistening in your folds as his chapped lips graze against your tdick and his chin dripping with your pre. his massive hands groping your ass as he spreads your legs for better access

the rhythmic clapping of his heavy balls slapping your sopping cock is forever engrained in his mind, sometimes resurfacing at the most inconvenient times - he will be forced to rush home in the middle of an attempted spree just to feel your body against his

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mtf hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael chases the sensation of having you pressed up against him while you're wearing clothing he's gotten you

he loves you feeling pretty whenever you're on top, tucking your hair behind your ear and using his thumb to swipe his cum off your chin

he will make you do your makeup before you fuck, needing you to feel as beautiful as possible while he absolutely destroys your hole - lipgloss smeared, mascara running, hair mussed and bruises all over your hips. he views you as a goddess, so expect him to make you feel like one

when you guide him to take your balls in his mouth, he'll eagerly suckle on them then return to your tip for his reward, eager to lap up your arousal with obscene slurping noises and proud huffs of satisfaction

he has a small shrine of your panties he's borrowed, keeping the ones with the dainty floral details for 'creative inspiration'

mikey gently squeezes on the back of your neck when preparing to take you from behind - he cannot simply cum from you squirming in impatience and grinding into him, he's not even inside you yet (it would be a waste quite frankly)

as his stubble rubs you raw whenever he eats you out, prepare for the bubbling heat beneath your skin to return tenfold whenever he fucks your thighs like a madman

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sorry if writing quality dropped, this took so long lmao. art the clown is next btw, look out for that.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[obscure-imaginations]

Dumah x gender neutral reader smut. Dumah is a sweet lover but you're in the mood for rough sex, and he's happy to oblige. 18+ only below

Contrary to popular belief, Dumah was a gentle soul. He treated you with such reverence, it was hard to remember that his clan were made up of such fierce soldiers for the Emperor. You were his sweetness, his precious. He’d be gentle with you, he promised.

Even when you wanted him to be rough. Right now he had you in his arms, his chest against your back, as he gentle stroked your cock/clit. His chin rested on your shoulder. Occasionally he’d press a sweet kiss to your neck, ear, or temple as he whispered praises to you. How good you were, how much he loved you, how you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Of course, despite the fun, you were impatient. You wanted a rough coupling. The gentle touching and heavy petting was nice… however you wanted more.

“Dumah.” you sighed dramatically.

Dumah instantly stopped his movement, concerned. “What? What’s wrong?”

You kissed his cheek, reassuring him. “I want something more.”

“Like what?” He asked softly.

You took a deep breath. Even though you had been together forever, asking for what you wanted was always a nerve wracking experience. “I want you to be rough with me.”

Dumah frowned. “Are you sure? I do not wish to hurt you.”

“Maybe I want it to hurt.” You said, facing him. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “I promise to tell you if it’s too much.”

Dumah slowly nodded. “As you wish.” He settled you how he wanted you in his lap again. He lifted your legs a bit to have access to your hole. Without any lube, he pressed a claw in.

You gasped, arching your back at the pain. “Ooh!”

Dumah chuckled. “I filed them down for you, worry not.”

“Still! By the rubble of the Pillars.” You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly as he began to roughly finger you.

His other hand swatted your thigh. “Watch yourself. We’ve spoken before about swearing.”

You giggled, pushing your hips into his hand. “Yeah, yeah…”

Dumah curled his claw to rub your favorite spot, making you arch your back again. The nubbed claw brushed just the right spot to make your clit/cock pound with want.

Dumah kissed your cheek. “Want lube?”

“Yes please.” You replied.

Dumah poured a copious amount on his digits and pressed two claws in this time. He twisted his hand, brushing all the sensitive nerves and causing you to whimper. He shushed you. “Not yet. Plenty of time to scream when I get my cock in.”

You took deep breaths, the oxygen in your lungs making the sensations all the more powerful. Dumah’s fingering grew rougher, pistoning all three digits in and out now. The stretch burned beautifully, and the stretch from his dick would be even stronger.

“Dumah, please, I need it inside.” You moaned, gyrating your hips again.

Dumah chuckled darkly. “If you insist…” He pulled his hand out and grabbed your legs roughly, holding them up as his cock suddenly bullied its way inside your hole. He held you in a full nelson and began to roughly thrust his hips.

“Ah!” You cried out. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his cock rammed into all the right spots. “FUCK!”

“That’s it. You want it rough, little slut?” Dumah growled. He slammed his hips against yours, his heavy balls smacking against your ass. “Take it all. You’re doing wonderfully.” His cock pistoned in and out with incredible strength, his muscles flexing against your body to remind you of his power.

“Dumah!” You cried out in ecstasy. “More! Make me cum!”

He grunted with every thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ah, such a tight little hole, perfect wrapped around my cock.” He bit your ear roughly, suckling on the lobe. One hand tangled in your hair to tug your head back so he could sink his teeth into your neck- not breaking the skin, but rather a reminder of his power.

You whined and moaned, the breath punched out of your lungs with every slam in your hole. You gasped for air and the oxygen only built the pressure in your pelvis. Your spine tingled, your heart pounded, your hole pulsed, your clit/cock throbbed. All the sensations tumbled you over the edge of a long, hard orgasm. “FUCK!” You screamed. “DUMAH!” Your hole clenched down to wrap Dumah’s cock in a vice.

Dumah yelled your name as he sheathed himself inside, shooting ropes of hot cum inside your hole. He groaned with every spasm, both of your genitals throbbing in sync.

Finally, after a few more moments of ecstasy, you both slumped against each other, exhausted but satisfied. Dumah slowly pulled out and bundled you in his arms again. He peppered kisses all over your face.

“My sweet lover, so good for me. You did excellently, love.” He murmured. “I love you.”

“I love you too, big guy.” You hummed and kissed his lips.

[obscure-imaginations]

The Elder Scrolls - Harkon NSFW

i am trying to convince myself that this man doesn't look like my father, HE DOES NOT, its just his dumb goatie

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he'll order for a bath to be drawn for you, candles lit up , tea while you sit in the warm water and any of his thralls at your immediate command

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): neck and collarbone area, he'll purposefully rest his hand at the back of your neck ,gently rubbing circles across your pulse point to feel your heartbeat, or he'll trail kisses up your arms to your shoulder and then up your neck, lingering at the little spot right behind your ear or at the hollow of your throat before he reaches your lips , he gets you expensive collars and necklaces to wear and show off,

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): will hand you something to clean yourself up after he is done, he doesn't care much for the mess

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): would definitely be into a bdsm dynamic, he wants to own you in every way possible, will shower you in lavish gifts and make sure you are always protected, however you'll belong to him , you'll be under his command , rewarded and punished as he sees fit

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): he has a lot of experience, has been alive for so long and it shows in the simple ways he can have you aching

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): he wants you bent over some sort of surface, a table or something, will kick your feet apart to spread your legs for him to fit behind you properly

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he can be very intense, definitely on the more serious side 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): keeps himself trimmed and clean, makes sure he is always presentable 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he can be very romantic but keeps most of it outside the bedroom, roses and a hearty meal for you before he brings you to his bedroom or suggests something more risque for your evening together

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): no longer has the need to masturbate and even so he’d prefer having you help him in this case, burying himself in you or in your mouth, but does enjoy watching you however, will pour himself some wine and sit back telling you how exactly to touch yourself, how to position yourself so he has the perfect view etc

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): pet play, some mild primal play, bdsm etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): the privacy of a bedroom, its not out of being particularly shy or something, its just more comfortable, however he is not above playing a few, games with you outside in the dark ,or sometimes flaunting you to the rest of the clan 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): being direct with him, he is an old man and has better things to concern himself than you playing coy games with him, tell him what you want and he'll be more than happy to help you out 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): probably anything to do with him being more submissive, it does not work for him at all

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): big fan of cock warming, keeping you on his cock for as long as he sees fit ,pretending he forgot you were even there as he strokes your hair and chuckles deeply , he will make sure to reward you later if you are good for him, returns the favour in earnest after of course living a trail of bitemarks on your thighs before throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving in properly for your reward

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): slow and rough, will drive his hips against yours with purpose, holding you tightly and leaning over you to drag his teeth against your shoulders

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he has all the time in the world, sees no reason why he should be rushed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he has had plenty of time to figure out what he likes and doesn't like so he really doesn't feel the need to experiment any longer but might indulge you if he is in a giving mood

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a vampire he has a lot of stamina so it usually depends on how much you can take

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): definitely has a collection he uses on you, its all stashed in his room in a hidden wardrobe with a heavy lock and a key only he has access to, every time he wants to use something on you ,he'll have you kneel and wait patiently while he looks over the collection pondering how to torment you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can be quite cruel with his teasing when he is punishing you, edging you and sending you off over and over again for days on end

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he groans lowly, his voice rumbling from deep within his chest as he praises you and tells you what he expects from you,otherwise he remains pretty quiet

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): one of his most favoured ways to punish you is letting you get yourself off on his thigh or leg ,grinding against his boot until you cum even if it takes you hours and you are sobbing by the end,doesn’t even gaze down at you and then sends you off with a wave of his hand barely acknowledging you, definitely into some sort of boot worship

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): average but on the thicker side with a prominent vein on the side 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): he is very much in control of his needs, doesn’t have a high libido, but he does enjoy helping you out ,adores knowing you want him even if he remains entirely unaffected 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a vampire he doesn’t sleep often but when he does it’s by himself in his coffin, doesn’t like to be disturbed 

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Fury: Maybe the council is right, I am a bum.

Strife: They didn't call you a bum, they called you a sponge.

Fury: SPONGE?!

Fury: *punches a wall*

Fury: Does this look like something a sponge could do?!

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Strife: Can I get a sip of your water?

Death: It's not water.

Strife: Vodka! I like your style-

Death: It's vinegar.

Strife: What-

Death: It's vinegar.

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Watcher: You wouldn't like me before my coffee.

War: That's funny because I hate you all the time. Every day.

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Death: Let me see what you have.

War: A KNIFE!

Death: NO!

Absalom: Oh my realms why does he have a knife-

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Death: Hey everybody today my little sibling pushed me, so I’m starting a Kickstarter to put them down. Benefits of putting them down would be that I would get pushed way less.

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Equius: Maybe Vriska is right, I am a bum.

Nepeta: She didn't call you a bum, she called you a sponge.

Equius: SPONGE?!

Equius: *punches the wall*

Equius: Does this look like something a sponge could do?!

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Envy: How does it feel to be the worst horseman ever, huh?!

Fury: Shut up, you buy megablocks instead of legos.

Envy: YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Death: You better buckle down and do your work or you'll end up at McDonald's.

Strife: We're going to McDonald's if I don't do my work?

Death: NO-

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Dualscar: How does it feel to be the wworst pirate evver, huh?

Mindfang: Shut up, Condense 8uys you mega8locks instead of legos.

Dualscar: You fuckin' take that back-

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Darksiders Azrael x reader headcanons! SFW, under the cut for space.

-Soft spoken and gentle with you. Always treats you like glass, even if it gets irritating at times. You’re precious to him.

-Enjoys hearing your voice. Likes hearing you read books to him. He will gladly read to you in return- he knows his voice is powerful and alluring, being an archangel. It’s calming for you, as well.

-Does his best to build a big, soft nest for you, covered in plush blankets and pillows. He gets you stuffed animals to tuck in.

-Tends to stay up for days at a time. Please tug him into the nest and cuddle him until he sleeps, he needs it.

-Has anxiety. He masks it easily, but once he trusts you, the mask falls. He appreciates he can confide in you, and you can confide in him in return.

-When he thinks you’re asleep, he will murmur your praises. How gorgeous you are, how much you mean to him.

-Makes angry coos when upset. They’re adorable, even if he’s pissed off.

-He honestly doesn’t like flying with you in his arms. He’s too anxious you’ll fall, or some enemy at ground level will shoot something and almost hurt you. He’d never let you go. When you do fly with him, his grip can be overwhelming- he’s scared you’ll get hurt.

-Makes incredible tea. Has an amazing chamomile recipe for when the pair of you can’t sleep. It’s flavorful and instantly calming.

-Despite how much he loves learning about humans, human jokes and memes escape his grasp. The times you try to ‘updog’ him are unfortunately met with failure. He, uh, may not know what a dog is…

-When pouty, acts like a cat. Will do things to get your attention. Puffs his feathers like a peacock. Coos happily when you finally pay attention to him.

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Darksiders Abaddon x reader headcanons. He may be a bastard, but bastards need love too.

Politely, please DNI if you ship him with Uriel.

SFW, under the cut for space.

-Warm cuddles! He tucks his wings around you both when cuddling in the nest.

-Will carry you for a flight, if you’re flightless. He’ll keep a good grasp on you, you won’t fall.

-Very, very defensive. He has little good left in his life, and something as wondrous as you needs to be protected.

-When extremely happy or in a very deep sleep, he makes soft cooing sounds. Don’t ever mention this. He has a lot of pride and doesn’t want to fuel the “pigeon” comments. Just enjoy his little noises.

-When he gets comfortable with you and trusts you, he’s more willing to make happy angel noises. In private, where only you can hear.

-If you’re interested in the dragon version, he will very tenderly hold you in his hands and just. Stare at you. He rumbles that you’re gorgeous and he loves you very much. Of course, in a clearer head, he’ll blush and loudly proclaim it was only said for your sake, but you know his words are true. He does deeply love you.

-Stubborn. Will quite literally stomp his foot when arguing. Of course, he always makes up for it by meekly approaching and apologizing for getting ahead of himself. He’s used to being in charge.

-Very proud of his wings. Will teach you to help him groom. He starts to coo happily when he relaxes into your massages.

-He doesn’t like having his missing eye brought up. It’s a sore spot for him. However, he is more likely to remove the patch once in a while in private with you. The patch is a safety item for him, so he has to trust you to an incredible degree to take it off.

-Will lay on top of you in the nest when feeling broody. He’s warm and comfortable to cuddle with, so it’s no problem for you.

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Little drabble about the Dreemurr family. I always liked that headcanon about Chara disliking their eyes and using their hair to cover it up. I need to find the comic again...

670 words! My average is 700 apparently. I always try to reach 1k but I'm too good at getting the plot across, I guess.

Warnings for mention of past bullying and parental trauma on Chara's part. Otherwise, pure fluff from our favorite goat fam.

The topic had come up again. Haircuts. Unfortunate cycles of human life, just like sneezing and yawning and… other bodily functions. For the Dreemurr family, these were more common than other monsters who didn’t possess fur. Toriel was already experienced with her shears and razors to trim Asgore’s beard and hair. She had jokingly threatened the tuft of hair growing on Asriel’s head that he was quite proud of, chuckling and announcing the joke when he ran for cover.

Chara, however, had mostly refused haircuts. They preferred it in an emo style, anyways. They let Toriel trim the back of their head and their side bangs, but they refused to let her touch the actual bangs. The hair was down to Chara’s nose. Irritating and itchy, but it was a safety net.

Every time Chara thought about getting a haircut, they remembered how their original ‘parents’ didn’t like to look them in the face. They remembered the teases from the mean kids at school. “Devil” and “demon” chanted in their head.

Like now. Toriel gently reached out to touch her paw on Chara’s hand. “My child, is something wrong?”

Chara came back to themselves. They blinked down, looking at their plate of food through the curtain of hair covering their eyes. Eyes… Chara had trouble with that, too. Looking people in the eyes. Which is why they stared at their plate instead of looking at Toriel. “I’m…” they struggled for words, and remembering that the Dreemurrs valued honesty. “...I’m scared.”

Dinner ceased as worry overtook the three goat monsters. They leaned forward but Toriel shooed Asgore back. She turned her body to show she was listening. “Scared what, sweetie?”

Chara stared at the helping of peas on their divided plate. “Of… of getting my hair cut.”

“What is scary about it?” Toriel encouraged the child to open up.

Chara, as always, was quiet. Thinking over words that could accurately describe their fears. “If I get my haircut and style it to something different, people will see my eyes. I… I don’t like my eyes.”

Asgore nodded sagely. “I see. Does the word ‘insecurity’ feel right to describe it?”

Chara nodded.

Toriel smiled sympathetically. “I understand. Everyone has things they’d rather hide. If you want to keep your hair covering your eyes, we can do that.”

“And if you want to try something new, we don’t have to acknowledge your eyes.” Asgore smiled as well.

Asriel was a bit tone deaf sometimes- just like Chara- and asked “What dontcha like about your eyes?”

Before Toriel could scold Asriel for prying, Chara answered their brother. “They’re red. People made fun of me for having red eyes.”

“Ahhh.” Asgore said. “That’s right. Humans have brown, green, blue… red isn’t what they consider ‘natural’.”

“Right.” Chara confirmed.

Asgore nodded again. “Well, did you know that my eyes are red?”

Asriel laughed. “No they’re not! Your eyes are brown.”

“Yes, they turn red! When I’m very, very angry…” He turned to peer down at Asriel, suddenly very serious.

“Wh-what could you get angry about?” Asriel asked nervously. He didn’t think he’d ever seen his dad angry before.

Asgore forced his face to complete solemnness. He spoke softly. “When… little children… don’t EAT THEIR VEGGIES!” He lunged for Asriel and began to tickle him.

Asriel gasped for breath as he laughed loudly. “No! Nonono! I’ll eat them, I promise!”

Chara, Toriel, and Asgore laughed alongside their family. After the tickle attack ceased, Toriel answered seriously. “Yes, they turn red when we use our fire magic.”

Asriel finished wiping his tears of laughter away as he responded. “That’s right. I’ve seen dad’s eyes red when he was trying to light that grill.”

Asgore grumbled, remembering the attempt at hotdogs in the park when the grill wouldn’t cooperate. “Don’t remind me…”

“Maybe you’re just so full of fire magic that your eyes are always red!” Asriel theorized, smiling brightly at his sibling.

Chara smiled a bit, too. They always liked fire. “Maybe.” Maybe they would get their haircut.

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Headcanins for Samael's lover being attacked one night? Thankfully Sam is close by when it happens and can react fast, but still.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Author's Note: Gods help the person who decides to attack the lover of who is effectively a prince of hell... I hope these HCs (and a little tiny drabble at the end) are acceptable, anon :3

Relationships: Samael/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, Canon typical violence, Minor injury, Is fluff including a demon still called fluff? lol

Samael had been aware for quite awhile that you could be used as a potential point of weakness for him, had any demon with the gusto and power wished to irritate, or even attempt to overtake him.

The main denominator that kept them at bay however, was simply that there wasn't many demons out there that could even consider trying to do such a thing, unless they had a death wish. They might accomplish more by simply throwing themselves at him with a rusty sword.

Though perhaps that borderline cockiness is what makes Samael all the more surprised when one does. He wouldn’t say he underestimated his fellow demons of hell, but more so not expecting such a blatantly suicidal act.

He doesn't tolerate when people steal from him.

Normally, this would've served little more than to annoy him; Had they not decided to use you as bait.

When Samael caught sight of you with your wrinkled, torn clothes- bruises and cuts marring your skin, he heard blood pump in his ears.

If only past him could look at him now; So up in arms over a tiny little human. He's willing to kill and maim, for a member of a species he once scoffed at.

For the moment he doesn't necessarily care if you see him like this, all roars and sharp claws.

You, rightfully so, are skiddish for a good while afterwards. Samael uses it as an excuse to unleash a part of him that has always been exceedingly overprotective, but he’s held back. You rarely leave his wingspan. He's always been been irritated whenever you return to your realm and out of his sight, and this only serves to compound those complaints.

This is also the time you learn that demons, or at the very least Samael, do this weird sort of- you'd call it nesting, but it isn't exactly that. But it's oddly similar.

All your things are in one room that you rarely leave, and Samael is content to keep you all bundled up. Figuratively, though with the amount of silks it could be somewhat taken literal as well.

Long after any sort of minor injuries as healed Samael still hovers, and you actually have to try and push back a bit in order to get some breathing room.

You try to do so gently, as much as you enjoy him being so, overtly affectionate in his own odd way, you'd like if you didn't have a massive demon attached to you 24/7.

And you mean attached. He likes to play with your hair, his massive clawed fingers toying with it while you are almost totally obscured by his wingspan.

He seems almost, disappointed however when you want to move away a tad. You feel a little bad and let him hold onto you tightly for just a bit longer.

It maybe be a bit out of character for him, but you can't say it's bad, that's for sure.

"Samael," You groan, attempting to reach for the edge of the bed. Your fingers just can't reach, unable to get purchase and slipping away when you're pulled deeper into the demon's warm grip.

"Let me go, I need to get up."

You don't know what the sound is actually called, but it's this odd mix between a rumble and a purr, that Samael lets out when his chin brushes against your head.

"Last I checked, you have no where you need to leave to." His wings stretch outward for a moment, rolling his shoulders before they return to folding close to his body. As much as you might've enjoyed it at first, your skin is boiling; Samael radiates so much heat it's almost stifling. It doesn't help that his general disposition right now is stifling as well.

You feel his one finger brush over a healing cut against your cheek. He's quite gentle considering everything, even when your cheek shifts as you purse your lips.

"Samael, I am fine. That was days ago. Can I please at least get some fresh air?"

You can hear a grumble in his throat, far less pleased than whatever sound he'd made earlier. But you're looking up at him pleading, trying to wiggle away to get just a smidge of breathing room. He begrudgingly lets you sit upright, loosening his grip. You repay him by cupping his massive face in your hands and giving him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine, promise. I wouldn't lie if I wasn't." You wouldn't be able to lie to him, but he finds a pleasantry in your uniquely human honesty.

"You are remarkably persuasive," He jokes, loosening his grip more. You shift just far enough away to stretch your arms upward and yawn.

"What a compliment, coming from you~"

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clark scoots your seat closer to him if he thinks you’re too “far away”.