#maledom cw

[goreverine-archive1]

@herbtm​ sent a meme: in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

If only he had a view from the other side.

From this side, though, he has Gaea pressed flat against that gigantic pane of glass, pinned like a butterfly on cork. There’s still a layer of that beautiful soft, delicate silk of her undone robe caught between their bodies (his clothed, her nude) -- otherwise, she’s on full display to the world, thighs and belly and tits and cheek pancaked on the cold surface.

“So.” He speaks lowly, quietly, even though he’s pressed oh-so-close to her. ( Nearly in her; not quite yet. Just being cruel, handling her and teasing her. ) “I imagine your daddy tinted these windows to keep your business private. That’s a fucking pity.”

The knee trapped between her thigh presses up; it’s a little too harsh.

“I mean, knowing how much you like to be seen, is all. Wouldn’t you?”

[4izawas]

don’t mind me just obsessed w the idea of izuku being the mean dom to katsuki’s soft dom rn

[simpingforclaudette]

bullet train characters and story ideas i have for them

cw: canon-typical violence, aus, darker topics & sexual themes. more details below.

includes: shigeru kimura, yuichi kimura, lemon, tangerine & the hornet.

shigeru kimura

one) [NSFW, violence & gore] a prequel fic in which reader and shigeru have an on-and-off romantic fling. reader is also an assassin. after a job gone wrong left them severely injured, they call shigeru, who picks them up and patching them up at a motel. they end up bathing and sleeping together.

two) [NSFW, nudity, sexual themes, shibari, soft maledom] shigeru being a shibari & body painting freak (affectionate <3).

three) [SFW, fluff, mild hurt, fluff & comfort] shigeru comforting reader during the night, when they’re having an insomnia episode.

four) [NSFW, mild violence, mention of blood, afab! reader, pussy eating] vampire au where shigeru drinks reader’s blood via their thigh and pussy.

five) [NSFW, mention of blood] vampire au where shigeru feeds the reader his own blood.

six) [SFW, fluff] silly scenario where shigeru is jealous but acts like he isn’t. but the reader can see through him.

yuichi kimura

one) [NSFW, mild sexual content, nudity, intimacy] reader and yuichi cuddling and talking when it’s late at night and it’s raining outside and they’re both naked. lol.

two) [NSFW, sexual themes] yuichi and reader having sex in the shower.

three) [SFW, polyamory relationship with lemon, slice of life, no plot just happy vibes] yuichi, lemon and reader co-parenting wataru & having the time of their lives.

four) [SFW, fluff] reader and yuichi doing each other’s nails and makeup for funsies.

the hornet

one) [NSFW, afab! reader, non-consensual drugging, kidnapping] hornet drugging and interrogating reader for a job, then giving them aftercare(?)

tangerine

one) [NSFW, implied murder & violence, sexual themes] recently widowed reader having an affair with tangerine and suspecting him of killing their late partner.

two) [NSFW, mention of prostitution & escorts, crossdressing, sexual themes] tangerine crossdressing and posing as a male escort for a job, meeting reader, a client, and ending up being a little distracted.

three) [SFW, vague mention of violence, flirting + sexual innuendos] journalist reader interviewing an incarcerated tangerine. they end up flirting.

four) [NSFW, sexual themes, bondage] one-night stand gone wrong after reader accidentally discovers that tangerine’s a vampire. a very thirsty one at that.

feel free to let me know your thoughts and ask for more details in the comments if you’re interested.

[candiid-caniine]

[cw: images include mentions of r*pe with patriarchal/misogynistic/dehumanizing overtones sent from an unwelcome blog.]

lmao this is...literally against basically *all* of what's covered in my DNI.

said DNI, for reference:

and before I'm hit with "but it doesn't say anything about male superiority or anti feminism blah blah" come on. all i had to do was read one fucking post to see the patriarchy shit clear as day. (don't recommend if you're as triggered by this stuff as I am, but also don't trust me solely; always check sources.) I'm not here to moralize or kinkshame - if it harms not others, do what ye will, and all - but then again it's harming others.

mate, it harms me. there's a reason I say do not interact, and it's not for funsies.

"but you post - " yeah. I post some perverted shit. but I do it with adequate warning, and i don't roll up in other peoples dms who clearly are uncomfortable interacting with my flavor of freak or, worse, thinking they get to be some kind of exception.

don't come at me with your sadist maledom southern gentleman icky daddy bullshit man. you can like, reblog, and follow, but that is all I consent to. if this scares people off from dming me: good. you are not a good ally or a good kinkster if this scares you.

[hemera989]

stevemax | dubcon | king steve!au

explicit - 1704 words

cw : implied underage , age gap

this one ran away from me LMFAO i love stevemax so much <3 i normally hate maledom dynamics so this one was hard for me, but ive been easing into it and having a lil bit of fun !

“Little young to be in a place like this, aren’t you?”

“I’m old enough,” Max grumbles, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Steve Harrington has been watching her all night, but she didn’t think he’d actually get the balls together to come talk to her. Well, ‘talk’ is a pretty loose way of describing it—what he’s doing is some weird sort of posturing, really, because he’s leaned against the wall next to her and he’s so close that she if she looked (which she’s trying very hard not to), she could see the flicker of blue and pink lights in his eyes. The party is so loud that she’s sure he’s ecstatic at the chance just to lean into her ear to speak to her. “Don’t you have anything better to be doing?”

“Ouch, cold,” Steve hisses, holding a hand dramatically to his chest. “I can’t come over and talk to a friend of mine?”

“A friend?” Max asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Now, that’s really cold,” Steve says, but his grin ruins whatever ‘pity me’ act he’s trying to put on. “Where’s the fire anyways, Red? You that eager to find someone to run off with?”

Max recoils, disgusted. “You’re way off base, Steve.”

“Am I?” Steve asks. His eyes glance down at her lips, and then back up again, and the utter brazenness of the act actually kind of stuns Max. Has he always been this shameless? Before she can shove him off, he leans in again, lips brushing against the curve of her ear. A shiver travels up her spine. “Because I can tell you, Max, not a single one of these dickheads here is worth your time. You’d be better off grinding and kissing on a wet piece of wood for all the good they’d do you.”

“And, what, you think you’re so much better?” Max demands, face hot. She tries to move away, but her back is to the wall, and Steve has her blocked off. 

He laughs, eyes shimmering. Fuck, she’s looking. “I don’t think so, I know so. Perks of being around the block a few times, y’know. You learn what people like, what they don’t like…”

“Is ‘being around the block’ a code word for ‘way too old for me’?” she snarks, shoulder checking him. It only gets him away from her for a second, before he’s grinning and leaning back in. Hot or not, Steve Harrington is most definitely eighteen, and sure, she’d said she was old enough, but for a party, not sex with some guy three grades above her. He’s too old, she tells herself. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, Steve. Back off and I won’t tell Billy what you said.”

“You think I’m scared of him?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

And now that, that’s just stupidly cocky. “You should be. He’d kick the shit out of you if he saw you.”

“You don’t think you’re worth that?” 

Max stalls for a second, and looks at him, sure that he’s joking, but his expression is completely serious. And it’s stupid, because Billy could literally round the corner at any moment and put an end to all of this shit. As much as she has been hating all this flirting so far, it’s not like she particularly wants to see Steve get his face beaten in again, but…

Steve reaches a hand up, and she watches it warily as he takes a strand of her hair between his fingers. He twirls it for a second, before letting it go and tucking it back behind her ear. His smile is gentler, and his eyes are utterly molten and blown-wide with desire. It kind of takes her breath away.

“I think I’d take a beating again,” he says, slowly, “if it meant I’d get a kiss from a pretty girl like you. Sounds like a fair trade to me, yeah?”

“You’d get your face rearranged just for a kiss from me?” Max asks, incredulous. He can’t really be serious—a guy like Steve,who could get literally any girl he wanted, and he wants her? “That’s- that’s completely stupid, you know that?”

“What, you don’t believe me?” Steve asks, quirking an eyebrow. At her silence, he shrugs and pulls away, scanning the crowd around him.

The second Max realizes that he’s actually looking for Billy, she gasps, shocked, and grabs him by the back of the shirt, yanking him back in as he laughs. “God, fuck you! Fine, I will give you a stupid kiss if you promise me you won’t go looking for Billy. Okay?”

“Wow, really?” He traces his tongue over his lips, and Max hates that it catches her eye. “Sounds kinda like a steal to me.”

“Do you want it or not?” Max demands, a little embarrassed now that he’s dragging this out. It was a stupid idea to begin with, and she’s half tempted to chicken out of it.

But then, Steve is sidling up to her again. He’s got a hand sliding up her arm, gentle and light, his fingers reaching out to settle in her hair again. He runs a hand through it, and then another, and Max’s breath goes kind of still in her chest while she watches, as Steve’s hand finally settles on her cheek. His hand is so big that it could probably cover her whole face if he was particularly determined, and so, so warm, practically blazing across her skin. He leans in, glancing at her lips again, and Max looks down at his own mouth, palms sweating with nervousness. She hasn’t kissed anyone besides Lucas, and she never really cared if she was bad at it because they were both bad at it, but…

This is Steve, and he goes through girls like candy. He’s probably gonna be so grossed out by her technique, and she’s so fucking nervous that when he ducks down to her lips, she jumps. She goes bright red as soon as she catches herself, and Steve chuckles, breath ghosting across her lips.

“Relax, Red,” he murmurs, running a thumb along her cheek. “Not gonna bite.”

As if to prove it, he leans in again, gently pressing his lips to hers. His mouth is warm and soft, and when Max finally gets her eyes closed, it’s already over. Something kind of like loss settles in, but then he’s chuckling again, and he kisses her once more. Firmer, this time; and he tilts her head up for the next kiss. Max tries to reciprocate best as she can, tries to match his kisses, but he’s fucking ravenous, practically hungering for her lips with the way he just kisses her again and again and again.

Her back hits the wall, and a second later, she feels his body against hers. His cologne smells incredible, still going strong in this sweaty house party, and it’s all she can smell, all she can think about. She grabs onto his arms, trying to ground herself, but it’s like building a dam out of paper—his tongue ghosts across her lips, and the dam is ripped free, and she’s practically drowning in his arms.

It’s way more than one kiss, more than even a couple. He’s tonguing into her mouth, and he tastes like cheap alcohol and mint. He’s getting harder against her stomach, but it’s when he eases a leg between her thighs that she abruptly pulls back.

“Steve,” she says, breathless, “Wait-” Steve is trailing kisses across her cheek, and when his lips hit her neck, she fights down a noise, squirming. He makes a little hum like he’s listening, but he’s not stopping. “Wait, I said wait.”

“Getting cold feet?” he asks, voice a steady thrum against her throat. “Stop worryin’ so much. Didn’t I tell you I’d treat you good?”

“I don’t-” She tries to get her brain working, tries to get some rational thought back in. “I’ve never- this is too fast.”

Steve snickers, nipping at her neck. “Virgin, huh? Better to lose it with someone you know, Max. You trust me, right?”

Max hesitates, but she does. Steve has saved her life twice before, of course she trusts him. “I do, but…”

“But nothing,” he says. He’s pulling back to kiss her cheek again, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist when he kisses her like that. “I got you, baby.”

Max opens her mouth to say something else, when she suddenly makes eye contact with someone over Steve’s shoulder. It’s- it’s Billy, and he’s looking at Steve with vague irritation. That irritation turns to recognition, then shock, and then once he realizes what he’s looking at, it flicks so quickly into utter rage that it makes Max’s head spin. The beer can in his hand suddenly flattens, sending alcohol spewing all over Tommy, Carol, and the rest of his stupid little lackies. They all go screeching and reeling, but Billy is already carving a path across the house floor, blue eyes glued to Steve’s back.

And Max- Max knows she should shove Steve into Billy’s path. She should hide behind her brother and let him enact justice, but then what? She goes home, and never gets to see what it’s like to be with someone like Steve? She knows he’s good—she’s heard the stories about him, about what he can do, about how he can treat a girl and- well, it’s not fair. Billy gets to sleep around with whoever he wants and nobody ever gives him shit. So what if she wants to sleep with Steve Harrington?

Billy doesn’t get to decide that for her. He can eat shit.

“Steve,” she bites out, and he finally pauses when the shouts of the people Billy is currently shoving aside start to reach his ears. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Steve takes a second to pull back and look behind him, and when he finally sees the warpath Billy is carving towards him, he laughs. Like a fucking idiot, he laughs, and grabs her by the arm. 

“I know a place,” he tells her, secretly, and then, over his shoulder, “Tough shit, Hargrove! Better be faster next time!”

Billy’s wordless howl of anger follows them when they leave the house party behind.

[narrators-journal]

persona 3 and 4

Narukami x Elizabeth x Margaret

Kinks: maledom, petplay, lipsticks marks, cock worship, deepthroat, rimming and Double paizuri and blowjobs

Hi is me again, i read the chaper 43 and this Idea came of narukami in his honeymoon with his new wife and pet and bringing along her sister and narukami's second pet Elizabeth. For the pets i think It would be Nice If both sister have a leashes tied around a dog collar with the written like "Margaret, property of yu narukami" likewise with Elizabeth.

I hope you are Alive and well of mental health good sir. Kudos for you♥️

I wanted to knock another one out tonight, so this might be a lil sloppy, but meh! I’m tired, and I’m hyper at the same time, sooooo, fuck it lol. Just take ur Naru-cum-i content and feast. Feast I say! As I go fucking nuts about the times I’ve written about this man’s nuts.

CW: light maledom, titfucking, teasing, dom/sub marriage dynamics, bjs, a bit o’ deepthroating, cockworship, I missed the rimming, FUCK.

“Okay, if you’re going to join in on the fun, I’ll need to walk you through some things that’ll help you succeed in making my new husband feel good.” Margaret said, a small smile on her freshly painted lips as she spoke. “Especially after our wedding.”

With that, she strolled over to the bed her new husband sat upon, pantless and nodding as the woman shared in his near complete undress. With only her satin panties and a thick leather collar that was embossed in her name and a tag that claimed her as Narukami’s pet while her long, wavy, snow-colored hair was pulled up in a bun to be out of the way.

It was all part of a sexy sort of ‘game’ they played, a delve into dominance and submission that permeated their entire relationship. Hence why Elizabeth stood with them on their honeymoon. Wearing her own set of fancy lace under things in a rich blue and a collar. Not with her name, just a collar so far, but she did have a leash that tied her to the leg of the bed they sat upon. “For instance,” Margaret hummed, her fingers suddenly under Narukami’s chin to turn his face to her and kiss him. Their tongues allowed to dance and fight for a moment while Elizabeth watched in her ordered silence. When Margaret did pull away though, she smiled at her lover, “Master, may I continue to use you as a tool to show my sister how to treat you?” She asked, her voice as sugary as ever to hide how bratty she seemed to feel. But, he still nodded, “Sure. Just don’t neglect me.” “Never, master.” she hummed.

With that, she got up and removed her bra smoothly. “Now, watch closely, Lizzy.” she said to her sister while she dropped between Narukami’s legs, a smile on her face as she lifted her chest squish Narukami’s erection between the mounds of soft skin. And, Narukami groaned quietly as his new wife continued to use him for her sister’s first lesson while her sister seemed to throw her ‘restrictions’ to the wind in favor of applying her own summoned lipstick ever so casually. “You’ll need to know how to use your body creatively, lizzy.” Margaret hummed, and, the shorter-haired attendant scowled a bit at her slight scolding tone while her sister simply began to move her breasts methodically around Narukami. “First, by taking your time. Humans are more complex than we gave them credit for, they like it when you tease them.” She explained, and as if to prove her point, Narukami groaned at the friction of lightly lubricated skin against skin. “Margaret, you do realize I’m not stupid, yes? I have had a wildcard, I have learned about humanity.” Elizabeth reminded, but her older sister laughed slightly, “Yes, but you lack in the sexual department. Ihave had plenty of experience with that, so I am trying to teach you a few tricks for when you spend time with us.” And, as they spoke, Narukami simply sat on the hotel bed, his elbows the only thing that kept him from collapsing onto the bed entirely while his wife slowly worked his cock like a pro. Neither of the married couple bothered to actually enforce Elizabeth’s silence, though. Narukami especially couldn’t find it in him to care while that fire in him was being so expertly fed into a proper bonfire.

Though, after a moment longer, she released the throbbing member, “Now, come over here and give it a try.” Margaret instructed, which got another annoyed look from her sister as she stood, but Elizabeth didn’t say anything about it as she took her place between the silver-haired wildcard’s legs before she discarded her lacey bra to free her smaller, but still plenty full breasts. And, using what remained of the lubricant from Margaret’s example, she sandwiched Narukami’s dick in warm, soft flesh and began to massage her breasts together.

The simple movements just enough to send a shiver through the man on the bed and feed the furnace of lust in his gut. “Good,” Margaret hummed to her sister, sat at the foot of the bed to stroke her new husband’s arm slightly as her sister began slowly using her breasts to stroke up and down his cock to get another low moan. Yet, once again, Margaret stopped the friction before it could get too high, “Now, pause with your boobs and try your mouth.”

Obediently, Elizabeth’s breasts released his cock so that, instead, her mouth could keep him warm while she sloppily bobbed her head and left rings of her lipstick along his shaft. “Slowly, Lizzy. The goal is to torment him, not get him off yet.” Margaret reminded, her sister only able to hum as a complaint, which made Narukami reach up to squeeze Margaret’s hand as he collapsed onto the bed at last with a gutteral moan. Which, earned a smile from his loving, torturous wife. “Actually, it might be time to stop for a bit. He seems close to orgasming, and that’d be no fun~” She sang, her playful tone a teasing sting to the silver-haired man.

Once again, Elizabeth listened to her older sister. Her bobbing and suction stopped in favor of her being moved to one side of Narukami’s legs so that the beautiful, wavy-haired sister could join her on the floor with Narukami’s cock proudly between them. “Plus!” she chirped, “I want to try something, and I need him to last through it.”

And, with that, she moved forward a bit to ever so slightly squish his dick with a bit of her breasts. “Lizzy, you do this too. I want to see if we both can tease him like this.” she instructed, so, with raised eyebrows and interest in her golden eyes, Elizabeth did as she was told for a third time. So, Narukami’s cock was surrounded on all sides by soft, warm skin. Completely at the mercy of the collar-clad sisters and their careful, slightly cautious movements.

Each tested brush of skin, or nudge of flesh against his shaft a new bolt of fuel to the fire in Narukami’s gut. However, each movement didn’t go so far as to stoke that fire too far, as the sisters seemed to bond over how much they enjoyed each of Narukami’s groans and moans as he fell deeper into a maddening sense of need. Proven by the turns they took to lick the tip of his twitching cock, or the break they took to add more blue-hued bands on his shaft in some form of a competition on who could take more of him. A competition that was won by Elizabeth, when she took him down to the base triumphantly, much to the praise of her older sister, and the whines of the wildcard.

He’d get no breaks tonight.

[ophelia-dk]

The Man Inside the Light (audio)

“A girl is confined in a special room. Completely safe. Yet… Her mind is being played with by the man inside the light. Is he real? Is he a figment of her mind? Who was she before the room? All she knows is that she lives inside a room. And the light pulses away her thoughts…”

A chance online encounter led to this very fruitful collaboration between The Traveling Master, author of the script (whose work can be found here:  https://www.mc-diaries.com/ ) and myself doing the audio. Listen with headphones!

CW: story with hypnotic vibe, mind control, brainwashing, disorientation, non-con fantasy, maledom-femsub.

https://soundgasm.net/u/opheliadk/The-Man-Inside-the-Light

[pcmegranatestains]

Aesthetic and extreme kink blog. There probably will be the occasional blood, flesh, needles and a whole lotta other filth. This blog is mostly t4t and very queer4queer so if you saw something and thought it was straight, no you didn't. I also thoroughly enjoy talking about horror and music so hmu with any recs, don't be shy, I promise I'll behave! ;)

(Please reach the end of this pinned to see warning tags to filter whatever is your limit or kindly block, don't report!)

⛓️ Og content tags are #dove.png and #dove.gif, also #dove.txt . Audios tag is #dove.mp4 . Some temporarily under construction! ⛓️

🔪 Do not interact if:

Underage // ageless // blank blog

Fascist // Terf // Transmed // Truscum // Swerf // Exclusionist // Map/nomap // Fatphobic // Bodyshamer // Proana/proed/thinspo

Race player // Body type/sexuality fetishist // Sexual age regressor of any kind // Maledom // Sissy/sissyfication // Misgendering and detransition kinkster

Cishet (Unless I follow you, I WILL check if you respect DNI's tho)

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING TAGS ARE “ // CW. FAUXNECRO”, “ // CW. WOUNDFUCKING ”, “ // CW. SCARIFICATION ”, “ // CW. BLOOD ”, “ // CW. SOUNDING ”, “ // CW. KNIFE PLAY ”, “ // CW. CNC ”, “ // CW. NEEDLES ”, “ // CW. KIDNAPPING ”, “ // CW. HUMAN ASHTRAY ”, “ // CW. PIERCINGS ”, “ // CW. ASPHYXIATION ”, “ // CW. DROWNING ”, “ // CW. WATERBOARDING ”, “// CW. WATERSPORTS ”, “ // CW. GUN PLAY ” . ⚠️ I would advise to not follow if any kinks are a heavy trigger, as some tags do slip by me sometimes!

[dearbraus]

why did u ppl tag femdom as cw femdom when it’s just content?

because i tag everything.

yes femdom is just content, just like degradation is just content, just like body worship is just content. i tag so that if anyone does not want that specific content on their dash they can blacklist/filter it.

it’s not because i have anything against femdom, i enjoy femdom, and i write femdom, but i know that not everyone is interested in femdom. just like i’m not into every kink my mutuals have, and expect that they will tag the contents of their fics.

i am just trying to be considerate, and if it would make you feel better i have no issue tagging fics where the male character is domming as “cw maledom”

edit

to add, filtering words rather than tags will block out more than you intend hence why i use tags in addition to warnings in my posts. i filtered the word gore and all of the posts from someone i follow were filtered because their url has the word gore in it. so like you have to use content warning tags.

[4izawas]

𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙮…

introduction + warnings.

welcome to my first kinktober!! this year’s theme is cameras. in every fic, there will be some sort of recording going on, so keep a lookout if you’d like!

unfortunately i don’t have the time or strength to write up a fic per day for the month, but i did have the time to write up a few!! i decided to stick close with some characters and kinks i know and other times to branch out and experiment with new things ( as you’ll see in the masterlist segment!! ). all in all i really hope you enjoy the fics to come!

as always, this fic set will contain cursing and nsfw themes. all characters are age twenty or older, and all sex is consensual. all works contain some semblance of video recording. if any of these themes make you uncomfortable or you’re not 18+ years of age, click away now.

please block the tag kinktober21.pala if you don’t want to read any entries.

week one — oct. 3 ; [ experimental monsterfucking ]

don’t mind the cameras // tomura shigaraki.

synopsis— tasked with seeing why the newly acquired specimen is behaving strangely, tomura’s favorite scientist is shocked to discover he’s hit mating season.

main themes— experimental monsterfucking, breeding, mothman!tomura shigaraki. + additional cw— mating season, ruts, egg laying??, soft dom!reader, cuddly tomura, mommy kink, security cameras recording the incident.

week two — oct. 9 ; [ bondage ]

can’t daddy catch the moment? // shouta aizawa.

synopsis— she’d not expected him to whip out his cellphone, but she was honestly in such bliss being used like a cheap whore she didn’t really feel like stopping him.

main themes— ; maledom ; bondage. + additional cw— dacryphilia, fingering, daddy kink, oral creampie, squirting??, facials, blowjobs, face fucking, degradation, humiliation, hard dom, cellphone recording.

week three — oct. 17 ; [ authority play ]

wanna play it again and again // yami sukehiro.

synopsis— he just wants to see the way she was split open by him again and again.

main themes— captain/subordinate ; authority play ; maledom. + additional cw— biting, secret relationship, minor abuse of authority, doggy style, creampie, magic use during sex, recording using magic.

week four — oct. 27 ; [ hybristophilia ]

just wanna keep the memory // all for one.

synopsis— “it’s just for memory’s sake.”

main themes— hybristophilia ; video recording ; set power dynamic. + additional cw— fingering, wife!reader, creampie, maledom, missionary, stomach bulge, master kink.

week five — oct. 31 ; [ corsetry ]

thank you for the donation~ // levi ackerman.

synopsis— the viewers were eating the view of levi up — and honestly, y/n was too.

main themes— modern!au ; femdom ; corsetry ; camming. + additional cw— camming, humiliation, degradation, dacryphilia, crying, camboy/camgirl, pegging, strap on, breeding bench, orgasm, fingering, rimming, ass eating, extreme aftercare.

don’t be camera shy… masterlist + banner copyright © { 2021 } by erenscockslut. do not modify or repost.

[narrators-journal]

hello ma friend How you are? I Hope you are okay.

Persona 5 and 4

Sae niijima x narukami x margaret.

Kinks: threesome, maledom, Yuri, petplay, lingerie and impregnation

A smutty história where narukami dominates and breed his pet Margaret which has a dog collar and New lovers sae.

Tanke you and stay safe dude

Hello again! I’m doing okay, hit a bit of smut burn out lol, But, now that I’ve had a dose of something other than the nastiest smut prompts possible, lol, I decided to try my hand at some more. And while it’s still not perfect, I’m much happier with my creativity here. Still struggling with the descriptions of sexual pleasure, but with any luck I’ll be able to cure that with more down time between dickings down.

For this one tho, I mostly just wanted to spice up my threesomes. I’ve done a fair handful of Narukami throuples, and I feel they’re getting a lil stale. So! I took some liberties, reworked the impregnation part into more of a breeding kink and Milf!Margaret angle, dabbled in some post-canon domesticity, and played a bit fast and loose with ‘threesome’ lol. I hope it’s still a good read tho!

CW: Milf!Margaret, Narukami and Margaret have a child. Bondage, collars, toys, a small bit of voyeurism, but Narukami is the one giving the orders this time! Lingerie, masturbation, breeding kink lol, Margaret’s a bit of a brat in this one. Lotsa ground covered, but none are leaned into SUPER heavily I feel.

M: Are you awake, Yu? N: Yeah, was about to take melatonin tho, why? M: How much longer are you going to be away? N: Another few days probably? >_> M: Damn. If that’s the case, could we video call? I can’t keep my surprise a secret much longer.

A surprise? Hm…

N: Sure, hon. Give me a moment to set up my laptop. How’s the kiddo btw? Still camping? M: Yes, they’ll be back tomorrow night though.

As Narukami continued to message back and forth with Margaret, he found his laptop in the darkness of his hotel room and powered it on to illuminate him. The video call program not too hard to set up, but his first call wasn’t picked up, he returned to their texts.

N: ? M: Sorry love, give me a moment, I need to fetch something for your surprise. Ten minutes tops.

Narukami snorted at that, but waited until Margaret messaged again,

M: Okay, sorry that took a bit longer than I estimated. Please call again.

That got an eyebrow raise from the grey-haired man, but he didn’t bother messaging back, simply tried the video call once again. And, that time it was answered. So, Narukami was greeted with his own dimly lit bedroom on his screen. “Are you there, master?” Margaret hummed playfully, the use of his sexual title instantly sending a bolt of heat into his pajamas while she casually adjusted the camera before she stepped into frame. And, jesus christ was she a sight.

Standing in front of the camera, dressed in her embossed leather collar and midnight-blue satin panties with a soft corset top that held her plump breasts in by criss-crossing strings and sheer luck, was Narukami’s old velvet room attendant. The tiger stripes earned by the birth of their child able to just peek out on the small section of belly the panty set didn’t cover, and her warm golden eyes aglow with a mischievous light as she smiled at him through the screen. “Do you like this new set, Master?” She hummed, leaning forward so that her breasts nearly spilled from the cups of her top, “I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you~” “Oh, i-it is.” Narukami finally managed to mumble when his brain finally remembered how to string his words together. Yet, as the attendant stood up again, her smile only grew. “Teriffic! I have another surprise for you, master!” “Another? Jesus, babe. I leave you for a week and you lose all of your training, huh?” The ex-wildcard chuckled, his words noticeably feeding the bratty glint in his lovers beautiful eyes. “Maybe just a little~” She admitted, “But give it a chance, sir. I think you’ll like this surprise just as much.”

With Narukami’s interest properly piqued, Margaret waved another person into frame, her whispered encouragement not loud enough for the speakers to clearly pick up. But, her words didn’t really matter, as after a few short moments, Narukami’s attention was snatched away by the new body that came into view.

Clad in babydoll-style lingerie set of a strawberry hue that contrasted deliciously with Margaret’s, was an entirely new woman. Not Elizabeth, the usual sidekick to his attendant’s more bratty moments, but a more toned woman with stern brown eyes and long, wavy hair in a similar grey shade as his own. “Master, this is Sae Nijima. I befriended her at the gym, and she agreed to help me surprise you tonight.” Margaret introduced, her slim fingers settled upon the pink-cheeked woman’s hips while Narukami drank in Sae’s figure.

She was definitely a contrast to Margaret’s softened figure. More muscular than the types of women that usually gave Narukami that primitive urge, but the loose, sheer fabric that hung from her top, and the warm color definitely seemed to be a flattering style for her. Accentuating her smaller bust while pairing with the small window into the room to keep each peek of naked skin a flirtatious gesture. She may not have seemed like his usual type, but god did his erection not give a shit. ”Well, hello miss Nijima.” He offered politely, though his words seemed to catch in his throat. “You can call me Sae, I think...this situation is familiar enough to drop the formalities.” Sae said with a nervous chuckle, so he nodded. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore?” Margaret suddenly prompted, which, got another nod from the man. “I’ll forgive this unprompted decision, so long as I’m told her boundaries.” He confirmed, so, with a smile on her pretty lips, the old attendant prompted Sae to explain her limits. And as she spoke, Narukami let his hand snake into his pajama pants to tease his cock with the gentle brush of his fingers.

Once Sae had laid down her boundaries, Narukami gave her a charm-laced smile, “Great, so you don’t have any issue with being tied up, right?” He hummed, a fresh bolt of excitement poured into his blood when he saw Sae’s cheeks turn pinker as she shook her head. “Alright then, Margaret, tie her up and blindfold her.” “Yes sir~”

While Margaret fished the soft BDSM rope and a thick blindfold from their intimacy drawer, the old wildcard let out a slow breath to ease the tension already built up in his gut from little more than the show and the soft touches he gave himself. Though, once miss Nijima was good and tied up, sat on the edge of her bed within frame, with Margaret behind her with her arms draped over the woman’s shoulders. “Any other requests, sir? Or do you just want to see the both of us tied up tonight?” She teased, and he chuckled back, “No, though that would make a lovely photo set~” able to see how the flirtatious tone he let slip into his voice ignited a filthy light in his baby mama’s eyes before he continued to instruct, “But, that can be done later. This time, I want you to use a toy to tease Sae a bit.” Which, Margaret was eager to go through with.

Narukami, meanwhile, finally wrapped his fingers around the aching cock that threatened to rip his pants open. Though, he held off on the movements just yet. The simple increase in skin-to-skin contact enough to simmer his blood even before Margaret returned into frame with a vibrator in hand.

Sadly, all the grey-haired persona user could do was watch as the collared mother of his children pushed Sae’s thighs apart and drug the quivering toy over the smooth fabric of her red panties. But, he still relished each moan that fell from the woman under the mercy of his attendant’s actions. Which, admittedly weren’t the most patient of actions. “Slow down, babe.” the charming man reminded when Sae squirmed beneath Margaret’s hand. Yet, beyond a playful glance back at her camera, the attendant ignored him in favor of tugging her partner’s panties down her thighs to press the unyielding toy directly to her clit instead. The loss of the thin barrier’s protection enough to earn a surprised gasp that quickly fell into needy moans. As if Narukami needed another hit to the willpower that kept his hand still on his cock.

But, he managed to bite back the urges. He didn’t want to blow his load too soon and end the show early. “Alright, that’s good, Margaret. She’ll cum too soon if you keep that up.” Narukami chuckled, able to hear his old attendants bratty huff even through the speakers of his laptop. But, even if she gave the screen a bratty look, she pulled the vibrator away from Sae’s twitching cunt. Which, earned her one of Narukami’s charming smiles from his end of the connection.

If he’d been there, in the same room as the two beautiful women that so kindly put on a show through the screen, he would’ve kissed the woman. Or, better yet, put a child or two in both of them. But, alas, Narukami wasn’t there to pump their wombs with his cum, he was in America for some lame work conference. So, all he could really do to curb how fast his blood raced was tighten his grip on his cock and finally begin to slowly stroke. Man, being an adult sucks. “Is there anything else you want me to do to your new pet, sir?” Margaret asked, the dance of amusement and arousal in her words drawing the ex-wildcard out of his thoughts and back to the sight of the silver-haired women keeping him company that night. Those glittering gold eyes focused on him through the camera to freeze the slow strokes of his palm along his tortured length. The new ‘pet’ of the group, meanwhile, now sat beside Margaret on their bed, half leaned against the silver-haired attendant limply while she panted. Left to recover from the unrelenting stimulation of the toy. Narukami didn’t know much about her beyond how his lover picked her up to assist her in this long-distance game, but he still felt the same primitve itch in his loins to put a child in her the same way he had Margaret.

“Master?~”

Once again, Margaret’s voice pulled Narukami out of his thoughts and back to her and how her golden eyes twinkled as if she could tell just how hot the sight of two beautiful women who waited for his orders had him under the collar. “A-ah, right.” He said quietly as his hand returned to its slow movements, “How about you treat yourself and have Sae eat you out?” He hummed, and even through the layers of video, he could see his old attendant’s vibrant eyes light up at that.

But, he left her to work out the positions without further instructions. Instead, he let his mind wander for the third time that night. Still vaguely aware of the two women performing for him, but he also drifted between memories and fantasies while he stroked himself. Each one of Margaret’s soft moans that the speakers let slip through another splash of gas on the low burning fire in his belly. “Good girl…” he breathed, his grey eyes focused back on Margaret now, watching as she balanced herself over Sae on his bed with her hands on the human woman’s hips. Her eyes closed against the waves of pleasure each flick of Sae’s tongue gave, and her mouth open slightly to let out more gentle noises at his praise.

After that, maybe he’d let Margaret cum before switching the focus to Sae once again. Maybe.

God if only I was there...

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The coup against Council and the tilted sense of security even with Frost back in power; the salt and the rot; the feeling of losing a year and the hazy memories no one had the decency to erase for the sake of archival: these are the things that keep Woolf awake at night. Not the only things. The Wild Hunt—terrible name—is still disquieted. Discontented. Insulted.

Salty. Spicy. Insalted. G-d.

She shrugs into the pale robe her niece gave her for a birthday gift last year, then pads barefoot from her pod. She gnaws at a slightly pointed fingernail as she goes, face knit into a scowl. ‘Nice and quiet,’ she thinks. ‘All is quiet on the Western Front. I have found my place of zen. I’m sliding.’

She turns her head and spits out a bit of fingernail, ignoring the jagged edge left behind. Krakoa’s working its changes on all their bodies, but right now, she’s not in the mood to sit and bitch to herself about the X-Factor and outside influence. It’s been a long damn year since her latest hatch, and she’s—restless. Crawling out of her skin. Off kilter and screeching in the face of change. Pissed off.

Woolf pauses at a deliberately audible rustle. Her nostrils flare. Long fingers work at the knot of her belt.

“I can feel you looking at me.” The accusation is deadpan but carries well enough. She watches a scattering of nearby pods for any flicker of activity. Nothing. Small favors, she supposed.

Her lip curls in a snarl that’s part defiance, part challenge, and just a hint of butchery. “And I still see you.” No need to elaborate; he knows what she means. “Don’t ever think I don’t.” The snarl deepens, almost cutting across the sharp lines of her face. “Don’t you ever think any different.”

The robe slides off her shoulders like cool water. Water infected them in the first place, she realizes, barking out a laugh. Oh, that’s funny as hell.

Bare-assed, she gives a little half turn and locks eyes with him. “Come and get me,” she rasps. Her teeth are oddly white in the darkness; the last word drops an octave. “Chickenshit.”

It’s a challenge. Maybe an invitation, though one that gives the illusion of leaving “choice” to “chance”.

She runs.

Krakoa at night. Cicada-likes chirping, little flying insects of seemingly infinite variety buzzing and bouncing off bodies in the hot and humid darkness.

This has been... a melancholic year, especially for the feral population. The Hunt is only just starting to clear itself from its salted and destroyed earth, arid plains that used to be so beautiful, so lush.

His old master has disappeared, now that he no longer has the cover of trees. The population is very much on an IV, and he’s not the only one harboring conspiracy theories of the former powers-that-be intending to neuter its violent, lively population.

It’s hard to move on. Daken spends too much time in Tess’ vicinity for the sheer comfort of her scent. It was the only thing he had in that dark time, eaten and bred alive by that which consumed them all.

Yet, he feels like he’s taken a step backward with Tess -- reminded of what he was to her, of what he was to others. A monster. She even tells him as such, snarling teeth barely visible in the darkness outside of her pod.

No, he still doesn’t think she hates him anymore. She won’t forget, but she will move on. Move on, as swift as bare feet on smooth grass speckled with closed wildflowers, the curve of her naked body lit by moonlight.

Of course Daken steps from thin foliage and begins the chase; it’s why she runs.

In silence, the two of them: Grass rustles, the woosh of wind in their ears. The soil that squelches under their feet is rich and teeming full of life, contrasting the place where they used to call home. What a pity. What a waste.

If there are figures watching in the distance, they don’t approach when Daken’s silhouette collides with Tess -- a full-body tackle to the ground, marking her breasts and belly and thighs with the scrape of dirt and crushed grass, a few dead insects. Fully clothed, he pins her down: Hips heavy on her bare ass, one hand on the back of her neck and the fingers of his other hand grabbing at a handful of flora to the side as leverage.

Only now does he speak, now that she can’t run. His breath tickles her ear as he leans in close, allowing his body to just weigh on her.

“You need,” Daken enunciates slowly, “to stop fucking pitying yourself.”

A kiss, then, at the back of her ear. He nuzzles her, really, affectionate despite forcing her down. “The children came back, and they forgot it all. They’re almost done bringing everyone back. You can’t let this haunt you forever.”

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|| hey, just fyi, if i blog aesthetics/nsfw of women in extremely submissive positions to men i might tag it “maledom cw” for your blacklist.