#minors fuck off

[sleepingdeath-light]

hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!

Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo

there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag

this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

billy lenz

billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)

but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur

it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors

how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down

how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless

the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for

all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner

you were his dream-girl through-and-through

his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes

his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments

of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely

and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times

bo sinclair

although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame

it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that

tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in

god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group

but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)

his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation

and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before

in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home

but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)

brahms heelshire

you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny

you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up

you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family

but, to brahms, you were perfect

the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule

and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go

his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies

loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”

is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you

like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his

and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head

and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him

carrie white

carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl

everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed

god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness

tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to

those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)

those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes

those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above

and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you

how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass

how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole

you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible

jennifer check

you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well

date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup

she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on

she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”

will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv

gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though

50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice

loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner

buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times

she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken

makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to

michael myers (any)

initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else

you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you

and he did. for well over a month

even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up

but you never did

even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way

you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable

and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally

after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you

at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy

he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is

he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there

and you oblige

and he doesn’t hurt you

the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal

thomas hewitt

everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess

you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense

your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change

those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools

your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest

but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you

your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you

he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil

and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier

so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house

vincent sinclair

you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions

your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards

definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw

more artistically inspiring, barbie like even

it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently

but then your personality endeared you to him

you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the “funeral” caught his heart

hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)

and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum

even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks

you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto

all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose

it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company

and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to

so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum

and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)

[rowanswriting]

hmmm i can’t stop thinking about eddie being such a mean fuck in bed. mocking and teasing and degrading. repeating every little moan you make and just laughing at you when all you can do is whine in response😈

Trigger Warning: p in v sex, female reader, name calling, slapping, if I missed something tell me please!! 18+

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(I hope this is what you were looking for!)

The sound of your headboard slapping against the wall is so intense you are surprised a hole hasn't been knocked into the wall yet. Eddie has your legs spread, and pushed back right next to your head. Tears are streaming down your face as you look up at him, your breathing labored and shaky. "Fuck Eddie please, I can't take it anymore." You cry out, a harsh slap lands across your cheek. Eddie pouts at you mockingly, before laughing.

"Shut the fuck up little slut, you're the one that was begging for my dick a few minutes ago, now take it." Your eyes tear up as he thrusts into you even harder, you didn't even think it was possible to go any harder but somehow Eddie did. You cry louder as Eddie reaches down to start rubbing your clit. "Aww poor little girl, stuffed so full of my cock and all you can do is cry about it." You nod helplessly, your lip trembling as Eddie pulls out of you abruptly before flipping you over.

"Need to fuck you from behind baby, gotta see that pretty ass bounce on my dick." He mutters out before lining himself back up with your pussy, pushing in roughly. You only cry louder as he begins fucking you even harder than he was before, his pace brutal and unforgiving. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so your neck is leaning back in an uncomfortable position.

“Look at you baby, taking my dick so good. You love it when I fuck you like this don’t you? Pathetic little whore.” He spits out, his other hand slapping your ass hard, leaving welts and bruises from his rings. More hot tears stream down your face. Your eyes swollen and puffy.

“F-fuck Eddie! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You cry out, pushing your hips back in time with his thrusts, making him go deeper inside of you. He hits your g-spot three times before your vision turns white. Your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has before as you scream out for him. “That’s it baby, fuck!” He says, pushing your head down into your pillow and fucking into you while you cum around him.

“N-no more baby please.” You beg as overstimulation begins to set in. Eddie just leans his head back and laughs, leaning down over you and bringing his lips right next to your ear. “This is what you wanted remember? Filthy little whore, be quiet and milk my dick.”

It goes without saying that for the next week you can’t even sit down, after you made Eddie cum he just kept going until you both couldn’t take it anymore… but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way Eddie fucks you is everything you need.

[etude-hime]

I may now pronounce you Femdom and Femboy...

You may now peg the boybride.

(Edit: Do not like/reblog this or my other naughty shit if you are a goddamn infant 💢)

[chrollohearttags]

its time for the girls to admit that Armin is not some sweet and innocent little angel. that man is most certainly a demon when you get him out of his shell..like he is NASTYYYY 😫

themes: rough sex, aggressive and degrading armin, choking, spit play, bulging, unprotected sex, throat fucking, daddy’s used like twice, pet names (and name calling) him being a sadist and an asshole, along with some other shit

he’s been your friend for years and granted, for a long time, that’s all you saw him as. Quiet, sweet, reliable Armin..who never made too much of a fuss about anything. He was the shy one, the timid boy who didn’t like trouble (which was much more than what could be said of his other buddies.) honestly, you preferred it though.

but it’s one night, when the two of you are quietly studying that it all changes and things get very intense..very quickly!

one minute, the two of you are nose deep in your textbooks and the next, he’s balls deep in you, trying to put you through his fucking mattress like he’s got something to prove. Your nails clawing at his sides, tapping at his abs to slow down but he’s not letting up..

“You better move that fucking hand if you know what’s good for you..it’s not stopping shit so put it down.”

instead, he’s slamming that thick, throbbing cock into your tight little pussy, that’s already sore and soaking wet from his pounding. He’s got your legs pinned back; opened wide so you can both watch all eight inches of him pulsating through the pit of your stomach. His thumb pad rolling against your already sensitive clit as his lips pressed to your gold chain laced ankle and soft instep, thanks to that foot and white painted toes pressed to his chest.

“..hngh! Arminnnn..fuck!”

coaxing out another stream of squirt to join the several others he’s induced out of you with those long, rhythmic thrusts. Even taking that big dick of his out to tap the tip against your folds and make it worse.

the result of constant teasing…swearing that he wasn’t capable of piping you like this. However, he was more than happy to debunk that claim and trust, it didn’t help when you confessed to fucking a friend of his. So he was extra motivated to make you his for good.

“Yes, baby. Keep crying for me..keep begging ‘cause it only turns me on.”

the sight of watching you twitch and flail around amuses him, so much so..he’s put it back in mid orgasm and feels that cunt clamping the base of his shaft. Clasping a hand around your throat, he leans down and snakes his tongue into your mouth; feeding you sloppy kisses and deep strokes.

“Besides, this is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to show you I wasn’t pussy..that I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever been with? Well tell me, sweetheart…did I?”

“Y-yes! It’s so good, daddy…fuck!”

laughing and taunting as he slightly restricts your breathing for his own pleasure, watching your brown eyes roll back as you claw at his wrists, shaking your head profusely. It feels so damn good and he’s definitely gotten his point across but he’s far from finished..

in fact, he knows just how he wants to use you next..finally releasing, he moves those same fingers to the side of your face with a few light taps.

“..good answer. Now get up, I’m not done with you.”

his voice much lower in pitch and honestly, deep enough to cause a twitch between your thighs. This new side of him were both frightening and fucking sexy. Grasping the top of your head, he reluctantly pulls out and repositions you to the edge of the bed with your head dangling from it.

once he crawls off the bed, all you see is that massive dick dangling in front of your face and his hands cupped around the back of your neck to support your already dizzy head.

wasting not another second, he places that tip and shaft into your mouth and begins pumping. Not even an hour ago, he was your homeboy and now, you were nothing more than a useless hole to him. An object, a toy to play with and take out all of his frustrations..

he’s having his way and you love it. It’s a given at this point that no one will be able to top him. You could fuck his whole crew and not one could ever compare..

the gulping noises and sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock are driving him crazy. He’s mad with lust and power, having this much dominion over one person’s body. Watching as he sees himself bulge into the center of your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks only adding fuel to the burning fire.

he can hear you faintly whimpering and whining, causing vibrations around his length. Even clawing at the sheets momentarily but as you’ve come to learn, he doesn’t give a single, secular fuck about your feelings right now.

it didn’t matter how much you gagged, spat or even slapped at his muscular thighs. You were his until he grew bored and let you go.

“I don’t need to hear all that whining, bitch. I need you to eat this dick up..hell, throw up on it for all I care. You just better suck that nut out when I say so.”

the way he’s talking to you, it’s too much to bare…you’ve never seen him so aggressive, so mean and so…focused. But God, do you not want it to end anytime soon. He could have it all night if that’s what he wanted. Just to ensure that the inside of those jaws are nice and lubricated, he tugs out for a split second only to replace it with a long string of his saliva before shoving it back in.

this time, he’s going deeper and a lot faster. Grunting loudly, going crazy until he began to slow up and eventually, hold it in place for a minute. You could feel him sitting stagnant in the back of your throat until there was another faint twitch and his thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your neck.

“…hold still.” The last words he uttered before letting out a loud, guttural moan and a stream of milky cum into your mouth..making you swallow every drop as he emptied his balls. Tossing his head back as he cried out, letting the silky remnants slip down your throat.

“That’s right, swallow it..”

once he finished, you were given a very brief break while he decided his next move. Coughing and heaving, you’d lean back up, trying to catch your breath for a second. But there was no rest for his little slut quite yet. Giving you two light love taps, Armin ushered you to your knees and on all fours.

he’d place his palm into the center of your back to get the arch exactly as he wanted it and from there, he’d prepare to glide back in. Just to make sure that you stayed put, he raise his leg and press it to your head before tugging both arms backwards.

he was straight dogging your shit and at this rate, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards…a risk well worth the reward.

“..just in case you wanna run from me.” bending down to whisper in your ear before proceeding to push himself in all the way one last time. And if you thought for a second he’d take it easy, you were sadly mistaken. With that thick ass bouncing off the base of his cock, he’d drill your pussy, back with those same strokes that had beaten it sore the first time around.

with all of your limbs in his grasp, (y/n) was only left with the option to scream face first into the sheets to let out those moans and let him know how wonderful of a job he was doing. In and out..one stroke right after the next, he was met with your tight grip and gushy cream all over him. He couldn’t help but to act crazy about it..

“Oh fuuuck..you’re such a perfect fit, baby. It’s like this pussy was made just for me..” crying out as he kneaded his nails into your hips and fucked up into you with all that he had. It was the mist soft and vulnerable you had seen him since this little sex session. It just wouldn’t remain that way..

switching his foot with his fingers, Armin bent down and snatched your head up yet again, as if he were trying to tug the hair from your scalp. Barely coherent, you were met with his very menacing glare and smile.

“Which means I better not catch you giving it to anybody else again. Understood?..” the words resonating throughout your body like a spell he had cast and there was no way you were breaking it.

“I said do you understand? Talk..”

“Yes, daddy. It’s your pussy..it’s all yours..”

between the weight of his body burrowing down on you and the intense pressure swelling in your heat, you couldn’t handle another second and after hearing you make that statement, neither could he.

he felt on top of the world.

curling over your entire frame, Armin made a few more final strokes before commanding that you come all over his dick and you didn’t hesitate.

“Oh my God! I’m coming..” screaming with all that you had left, (y/n) let out the last of the wetness onto his shaft and the sheets. Falling limp shortly thereafter, you’d feel yourself become less full.

but you’d hear those sexy grunts of his rang out again as he jerked his cock, wringing his wrist around until your back was met with the warmth of that white cream against your perfect brown skin.

it was a beautiful sight and one he wanted to see whenever he felt like from now on…

“..who’s soft now, sweetheart?”

[buckyhoney]

these three are the definition of the “fuck around and find out” parenting when it comes to their found children 💀

[elvenxwarrior]

Final Fantasy - Cloud Strife - NSFW Headcanons

Masterlist

You can also find these posted on my AO3!

WARNING! NSFW! MINORS DNI!

☁︎ Cloud likes things to be very wholesome and intimate when y'all get down to business.

☁︎ He likes to lay down and have his SO on top of him, riding him - he likes being close to you and running his hands down your body. He can't resist a squeeze of your booty though~

☁︎ He likes to smooch during sex and will kiss everywhere he can reach - lean down and kiss him and he'll melt into you. He will thread his hands into your hair and hold you close.

☁︎ I don't think Cloud would be ridiculously kinky - If things get rough or spicy I think at most, Cloud would top and hold your arms or wrists down.

☁︎ That being said, he has a filthy mouth and knows what you like to hear...~

Admittedly, when you first got sexually intimate, he felt very awkward about it-

☁︎ Cloud isn't super loud but he'll softly moan in your ear - he only gets loud when he's going to cum.

☁︎ When it comes to foreplay, Cloud really likes giving oral, he's pretty skilled with his tongue and loves to grip your thighs whilst servicing you.

☁︎ After cumming, Cloud will tell you he loves you, softly against your neck as you cuddled up and probably fall asleep <3

[arcvlies]

toji fushiguro.

morning!

cooking mama.

can't take it..

kento nanami.

be a good girl.

slow.

so good for mommy..!

gojo satoru.

i love your ass.

if we're in public we're 100% doin it.

hope your day starts off good as mine.

geto suguru.

big vs. small.

titties!

breakin' this hoes back.

choso kamo.

my pussy drunk boy..

punishment.

showa.

[idkwhatimdoing1981]

We need to talk about Eddie Munson this dude is deffo not straight. A Black hanky = S&M peep the handcuffs on his room wall and the hanky in his back pocket which is code used by gay men. How would a straight man in the 80s know about this code or the meaning of a black hanky? They wouldnt. In conclusion Eddie is very gay and very kinky thanks for coming to my TeD talk.

[sleepingdeath-light]

sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; sebastian michaelis

outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work

you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of

after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform

of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all

but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too

happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face

happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you

happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder

happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all

happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you

happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent

happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)

happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch

(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)

(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)

he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)

but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover

you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor

[melaninmight]

mine

- toji fushiguro x reader | wc: -1k

₊˚ෆ ⋮ vibes: F&MU (kehlani)

⪩⪨ ⋮ cw: ass spanking, fingering, handjob, oral sex, preggo kink, bdsm, daddy dom!toji, sub!reader, f!reader, c00m suppression.

.ᐟ ⋮ disclaimers: all characters are of age, and any sensual activity is consensual. the world of jujutsu kaisen and characters are credit to Akutami. y/n is visualized as a black woman; please be mindful if you're a non-black reader. Minors DNI !

You found yourself pinned against the bed, breaths agape, legs sore and spread open for the likes of your boyfriend. He teases your pretty cunt, the tip merely gliding into the entrance. Teeth gnawing your lower lip, suppressing the whimpers and moans threatening to escape. 

Toji licked his lips, prideful of the disarray he initiated. Watching you crumble under his thumb was his way of getting back at you after purposely stirring jealousy with Gojo. Glaring at his nemesis as his hands roamed your waist, adoring your flashy black dress that you intentionally chose to wear for Gojo’s party. Apparently, you and Toji had a heated argument, so you figured it’d be a great idea to make him jealous by flirting with the white haired, crystal-eyed male whom Toji despises. Needless to say, you almost succeeded until the black-haired male walked up to you, not before throwing a deathly glare at Gojo’s smiling ass, dragging you far, far away from the crowd and eventually the party to a nearby hotel. 

Now, here you are, naked and vulnerable, just for him to see. 

His goal of forcing you in place was almost complete– 

“Toji plea–” you were suddenly interrupted by a fruitful smack to your ass, dropping your head as you squealed. 

“Don’t think that’s my name sweetheart, you know better,” he growled, teeth pulling the tip of your ear. His fingers traced your puffy lips, followed by the disgusting sound of your juices. The desire to scream ate away at you, hands balling the sheets. 

“P-Please daddy.. Make me your slut. Fuck me shitless, I don’t care!”

Toji hummed, pulling his fingers away from your pus, shoving them down your mouth, you could taste yourself against his fingertips. Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply.

“Amazing how you went from whore to slut. Such a dirty girl.”

His other hand reached for his cock, pumping it slightly and shoving it in your entrance with little patience, ragged breaths escaping his mouth as you tightened around him.

“Fuckk, latching onto me for mercy already?~” 

You couldn’t take it anymore and screamed your soul out of your body, eyes rolled back. Your puffy pus clenched around his pulsating cock, filthy noises echoing the room the harder he fucks you. 

“Nggh, yess Daddy,” you squealed, heavy balls slapping your ass repeatedly. 

“Fuckk you feel so good baby, ‘m gonna fill you up deliciously, enough to pop some babies.”

Toji quickened his pace, deep growls and groans harmonious with your pleads, hand groping your sensitive tits. All forms of comprehension replaced with fogs of lust clouding your mind. Your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, sounds of skin slapping skin filling your ears, a slight string of drool hanging from your mouth.

“I– f-fuckk, coming!” you gasped, hands clawing against his back.

Suddenly, Toji’s pace slowed, almost pulling out completely, leaving you perplexed and sensually frustrated.

“What the fuck?!”

He chuckled. 

‘Tis da matter, baby? Did you really think I was gonna let you come easy?”

His hand wrapped around your neck, slightly choking you, your hand cupping his wrist.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your stunt earlier with him.”

Tears flowed down your cheeks, doe eyes glancing up at him as you struggled to gain breath.

Leaning down, Toji’s face closing in towards yours.

“Perhaps Daddy should show him who you belong to…

That you. Are. Mine.”

— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme

A/N: i've been diagnosed with writer's block for the past couple of months since graduating college. so i wrote a short, but dirty fantasy of toji before s2 !

— psst, you can read this on ao3 *offers 🍪*

enjoy!~

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, ℒ

☺︎ 2023 melaninmight.

! do not copy/translate/post on other platforms. give credit where it’s due. !

[buckyhoney]

hEaR Me out!!

miguel has on hand on the headboard and the other around your neck. he’s just so lost in your pussy that all he can do is whine and grunt. his head just hangs and every so often his face scrunches when he bottoms out- you’re just digging your nails into his lower back “fuck-“ he whimpers, feeling his cock twitch inside you

[mrsurahara]

okay so i think you might've awoken something in me when you said abby would let you ride her forearms.

i feel like the angle might be a bit weird but it could definitely work.

like maybe shes sitting down holding her arm out (resting it on a pillow so her shoulder doesn't tired) while you're kneeling next to her on the couch, grinding from her elbow to a little bit above her wrist.

maybe she's gripping the pillow because her arm is soaking wet and you're leaning on her shoulder, moaning into her neck.

I literally cannot stop thinking about it omfg

ooooh, i love your point of view!

when i wrote the hc i was thinking more along these lines:

abby lying on her back one arm resting behind her head while the other was splayed out across the other side of the bed. you, completely naked, straddling her veiny arm with your hands resting on your thighs. she's most definitely coaching you through it. telling you when to speed up, when to slow down. her arm is soaked with your essence as she denies you of an orgasm for the umpteenth time. abby watches you, her irises reduced to thin rings from the dilation of her pupils.

"abs, p-please. i wan-na cum," you whined. you legs shook on either side of her muscular limb. she ignored you, paying you no attention.

"keep going, i didn't tell you to stop." you don't even have it in you to disobey her, so desperate for whatever pleasure she'll allow.

"look at me," she demanded. both of your lust clouded eyes bet as you continued to roll your hips. "tell me how bad you want it."

"wan' it so so bad, baby, please," you choked out. You could feel the tightening behind your navel and all you wanted was the one thing abby was denying you.

"mm, i don't kno—"

"abby pleeeease," you cried, "i'll do anything you want, jus' lemme cum."

a smirk played on abby's lips as she watched you. taking her time giving you an answer. she knows you know better. know better than to cum without permission. the pretty faces and noises you made along with your begging made her give in.

"go ahead, babe. be good and cum all over my arm."

your hips began to move faster until they found the perfect pace. the coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter until you found your release. your juices spilling all over abby's forearm and onto the sheets beneath you. you braced yourself on abby's chest as you worked yourself through your orgasm. attempting to crawl into abby's lap, she stopped you with her free hand and nodded to her arm.

"nope, put that pretty mouth to use and clean up your mess."

...so yea... that's where my head is at...

[elvenxwarrior]

Stress Relief - Cloud Strife

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

Yet another really old draft that I finally finished!! NSFW warning!! Contains: Angry sex, dom/sub dynamic, nipple play, intimidation, reader lightheartedly says "use me" but everything's consensual and good, rough sex, creampie, GN Reader

The front door shut with a loud thud - Cloud had just come home and this could only mean one thing... Today was a bad day for him. You peered around the doorway of the kitchen, "Hi, you... I know that door-shut a mile away; bad day?"

He didn't respond, removing his boots and laying his sword against the wall.

"... I'm gonna take that as a yes. Do you need anything?" You were about to begin making him a snack and a drink but-

"Bedroom. Now." His voice was stern.

"Excuse me...?" You asked, coming out from the kitchen. Cloud was staring you down with hungry eyes.

"Bedroom... Now." He repeated, almost in a growl.

You felt weak in the legs, you didn't see this side of Cloud often but hot damn did it affect you. You barely got out the "Y" of "Yes" before he picked you up, heaving you over his shoulder as he carried you upstairs.

"C-Cloud! Put me down!" You squirmed in his grasp but he was not going to let go of you until you reached your destination. A warmth swarmed your entire body; this was new and perhaps a little intimidating but that was outweighed by the excitement you felt.

Once in the bedroom, he put you down on the bed and began to remove his clothes. You shook lightly as you followed suit, which Cloud noticed. Once you had taken off your shirt, he pressed his lips to yours in a reassuring kiss.

“Sorry…” He whispered, “Are you… okay with this?”

You nodded, face flushed red. “It’s… actually quite attractive…”

He seemed surprised at your words but only for a moment before his demeanour reverted, “Oh, really?”

You nodded again, breathing shaky with anticipation.

“Well then, better get your clothes off before I tear them.”

His words went straight to your sex, hole twitching at the thought. You made quick work of your lower half and shuffled back on the bed, holding an arm out to Cloud. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles before kneeling on the bed, between your legs.

“You were right.” His tone was still firm, “It’s been a bad day… and I need to relieve some stress.”

He kissed you again, gently pushing you back so you were laying down and he was above you completely. There was no hesitation as he forced his tongue into your mouth, leading you both to moan.

As you both parted, you uttered, “Then use me…”

Now it was Cloud’s turn to get flustered by your behaviour, but he kept his composure. One of his hands began to wander down your body, starting at your shoulder in a tender caress and snaking its way to your chest.

You practically jolted at his touch, leaning your body into his hand as it moved. He parted from the kiss with an airy chuckle. “Someone’s eager.”

You whined as his still-gloved fingers brushed over your nipple, making your back arch upwards. “Please, Cloud…”

He smirked, “Please what?”

“Please… don’t tease me.” You unintentionally gave him a pleading look, though your desperation was apparent in the way you spoke. It seems he was willing to grant you mercy, head bowing down and taking your nipple into his mouth.

The sound you made was music to Cloud’s ears as his other hand found its way up to your other nipple to toy with both. Your hips bucked upwards off the bed, grinding against Cloud’s cock, making him groan and press back against you in return.

Once finished with playing with your chest, he shuffled himself up to kiss you hungrily, pressing his dick against your hole but not enough to begin entering you.

“Cloud… please…”

He chuckled, “Awfully fond of that word tonight…” But he didn’t stop, pressing the head of his cock against you and sliding it up and down against you. “Why don’t you beg?”

Instead of words, you pushed your hips forward to his, leading him to press his hands down onto your hips, firmly keeping you in place.

“That’s not begging, my love.”

Your breathing was shaky with desire and anticipation. “Please, Cloud… Please fuck me, relieve your stress by using me, please…!”

With a smile, he leaned past you to the nightstand drawer and retrieved the bottle of lube. Cloud flipped the cap open and squeezed some out onto the tips of his fingers and swiftly, they were at your hole. You gasped at the cold sensation, back arching slightly. He smirked at your reaction and dipped down close to you again, reclaiming your lips.

Whilst kissing you, he carefully spread the lube across your hole and slowly pushed a finger into you. He moved it in and out slowly, kissing down to your neck and whispering, “Are you okay?”

As much as he was making sure you knew he was in charge, he would always - always - check that you were comfortable and still happy with what you were doing.

He noticed your slight nod, followed by “Mhm…”

“Good, good…” He placed a gentle kiss just under your ear, “Can you handle another?”

Yet another nod, leading him to slip in a second finger, just as carefully as the first. Beginning at a gentle and slow pace, his fingers slid in up to his knuckle and out again, wanting to ensure that you were prepared properly. The breathy whines that Cloud heard from you made his dick twitch, he’d love nothing more than to fuck you right now, but he was willing to wait.

Minutes pass and Cloud slowly slips his fingers out of you. After kissing and sucking on your neck for so long, you were bound to have marks, not that you particularly cared.

“Ready?”

“Ready.” You smiled, kissing his cheek just before he sat up.

Lining himself up, he slowly slid himself inside of you with a deep moan. He didn’t want to rush this part, mainly out of fear of hurting you (despite all the prep). Once he was fully inside of you, he waited for a moment.

“It’s okay, Cloud…” You whispered, a small smile appearing on your face, “You can move.”

He scanned your body, then up at your face and nodded. He pulled out so that just the head remained and slammed back in again, relishing in the way you practically pulled him back in. He did this a few times, just to prepare you for what’s to come.

Your hands gripped at the pillow behind you, eyes unable to stay open or focus in one place as he pounded into you. Your legs rest perfectly around his hips as his hands held onto yours.

“Fuuuuck, [Name]... you feel…” A low moan interrupted him, “You feel… so good..!”

You would’ve said the same, if he hadn’t began to pick up the pace. His fingers dug into you, pulling you to him with each thrust. Moans spilled from your lips as your head lay back, crying out his name and cursing when he hit that one sweet spot.

“Fuck- Who’s making you feel good~?” He teased, releasing your hips and gripping your thighs.

“You are, Cloud!”

“Who is? Didn’t- Didn’t quite catch that.”

“Cloud!” You cried his name louder, almost whining for him.

He chuckled devilishly, “I love the way you say my name~”

You reached up and pulled him down to you, making him rest his arms beside your head on the pillows, now going from missionary to a mating press. You crossed your ankles around Cloud and wrapped your arms around him, keeping him as close to you as possible.

“Then make me scream it.”

His lips found their way to your neck again, “Be careful what you wish for.” You felt Cloud bite your neck at the juncture where it met your shoulder and his thrusts became deep and brutal. You gasped, air almost catching in your throat at the change to break-neck speed.

Cloud usually wasn’t a very vocal man but right now he was growling in your ear. Growling, panting, groaning; he was in absolute bliss with you. “Fuck-, I love you, [Name]...!”

You could barely get any words out with the passionate actions you were indulged in, but he knew you would say the same if you could. Moving his arms, he threads his hands with yours, tightly holding them as he rocks your world.

“You do so much for me���~” A weak chuckle escaped him, “Make me drinks and food… listen to me when I’ve had a bad day…”

With what little breath you were able to catch, you muttered, “Of course…!” into his ear, “I love you, Cloud…!”

“I love you too.” He kisses your cheek and then your neck, “I’m so fucking close~”

But he wasn’t about to put his pleasure before yours, he focussed his movements just the right way to get you to cum first; deep and purposeful thrusts whilst whispering how much he adores you. It was working, you felt yourself getting closer and gripped his hands harder.

“Cl-Cloud, I’m going to cum-!”

“Then cum for me, my love.”

A gasp tore from you as you came, hips bucking in perfect synchronicity with Cloud’s and throwing your head back, moaning out for him.

“That’s right…~” He cooed, slowing down just enough to let you recover. His hands released yours and snaked behind to your back, where he then pulled you up to be on top of him. You gave him a look that said it all but Cloud reassured you, “Don’t worry, I’ll be doing the work~”

He held you close as he began to pound into you, fast to chase his own orgasm; the sounds he made were beautiful. You tilted his head to yours and kissed him sweetly, between kisses you muttered one request.

“Cum inside me, Cloud.”

His eyes shone as he reclaimed your lips, hands gripping your hips tighter as his release came closer and closer, until he came deep within you. His hips stuttered as he pushed as deep as he could to fill you up, practically screaming out his orgasm.

His head lolled onto your shoulder as you both panted, where you kissed his head and ran your hand through his hair.

“Feeling better…~?” You couldn’t help but giggle.

And neither could Cloud, “Heh… yeah. Much better. Thanks.” Sharing a sweet, brief kiss, he slowly pulled out of you and lifted you up in his arms. “I think it’s time for a shower.”

“And we’ll have to change the sheets.”

“We’ll worry about that later.”

[lillylvjy]

godbur is like 95% of the time dom, the 5% is when he's just really tired and for whatever reason he just gets really submissive and whiny. riding him is pretty much when he is a sub and-

gripping your hips and looking up at you and begging for more and shit mmph-

NOW

when he's dom!!

he's guiding your hips, like doing all the work for you, praising and swearing. your head is on his shoulder and if he stops it's because you started to shake a bit too much and he holds the back of your head-

honestly he's soft but rough and my brain has so many thoughts about this lovely, lovely, character.

-godbur anon

See- sub Godbur sounds beautiful yeah. But Dom Godbur is- fucking hell.

Especially when you’re shaking and like crying from the pleasure, he’ll take a small break for you and gently shush you and praise you with how good you’re doing. And he’s also like rubbing your head-

Soft but rough men are like the way to go, especially if they praise you while absolutely destroying you.