#cute sub anon

[mrkheartffmans]

We can share our Mommy 🥺

Besides, don't you have 3, Adam? Not fair 🥺

he's so damn needy and bratty he HAS to have 3 mommys

[tra1nchi]

Keeping this anon bc lowkey embarrassed—

Cuddle fucking? PLEASE THIS MAKES ME WEAK!!! Bottom(ftm)male reader cuddling with his boyfriend after a rough day then cuddle fucking 🧑‍🦯

Thats honestly so cute don't be embarrassed please 😭

Ugh imagine how soft and comfy it would be, after a stressful day of classes/work and being nice and safe in your boyfriends arms, your head resting against his chest as his hand lazily rubs your back or plays with your hair!!

When his hand starts to wander, you'd let him. The intimacy of his act is romantic to say the least even as he starts to peel away your pajamas pants and boxers, he slow with it as gentle as he can be, sheathing himself inside of your boypussy with a soft grunt but he doesn't let go of you.

His arms stay wrapped around you tightly as he starts to thrust, his hand gently gripping your hair as he focuses his kissing on your neck and lips, continuing to worship your body like you deserve, whispering sweet praises in your ears

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[hunysckle]

How do you feel about stimulating a girl in her sleep until you can ride her and then when she wakes up and realizes she's about to cum in you she freaks out but you're all gentle with her and soothe her back to sleep?

i love that sooo much <3 i'd love if she was the little spoon so i could hold her tight and reach around to touch her oh so softly. caressing her hips and thighs, inching my tickles closer and closer to her core. eventually dipping my fingers under her waistband and playing with her bush, lightly grazing the base of her shaft, barely feeling how hard she is before i just couldn't wait anymore. i'd pull her onto her back, straddle her thighs so i can pull her cock out and jerk her off, make sure she's ready for me to slooooowly lower myself onto her length. fucking myself on her pretty dick, getting so so so close to cumming when she wakes up and realizes she's about to unload inside me. i know she'd be so worried, so i'd lean over her, press our bodies close together, and caress her cheek. hush her panicked whispers, coo "it's okay baby, don't worry, you're safe with me, i promise everything is okay, just go back to sleep and let me take care of you." i wouldn't start riding her again until i saw her eyes flutter shut, but then i'd waste no time bringing us to the edge again so she can finally flood my womb like we both desperately crave.

[dumbigemini]

you should get on your knees and shove your underwear in your mouth cunt

ye yeesss

[sanzodaily]

idea: tiger zoro...perhaps napping...

day 42 | fucked up catboys

[mrkheartffmans]

Mmmm please do that Mommy~

I want you to make me cum so much I cry 🥺

~ Cute Sub

wanna move to messages sweetie?

[tra1nchi]

Hypnotize to squirt from your cock anywhere and everywhere

eeep so embarrassing!! 😣😣 being triggered to c0m constantly from the most common shit, Aaaaa!! Ur hypnotist being so cruel that ur trigger is blinking or taking a breath :( having an orgasm soon becomes ur default state🥬🥬

[es0tericprince]

Making some plans for my birthday and I’m so excited for our scene! Going to have some sibcest roleplay hand have big brother and his friends get me all intoxicated and pass me around for my 21st. They are probably going to liveblog a little for me too with some photos. As a little teaser here’s the outfit they picked for me <3

I’m going to be so cute being all dolled up and vulnerable for my big bro. Hope he doesn’t take advantage of that~

[devildom-moss]

SIMBARB HURT/COMFORT.

That's all!

Remember to eat, sleep and dont do drugs!

Sincerely, 💜

This one was a little vague, so hopefully you like it 💜anon, and thank you for the request. I wasn't sure what to write at first, but I think it ended up pretty cute. (also I really hope you meant Simeon x Barbatos without MC, because that's what I wrote). I hope you didn't want heavy angst because this ended up so soft.

SimBarb hurt/comfort

(Barbatos x Simeon)

(mentions of slight physical injury) (fluff)

Word Count: +1,600

There was an unusual subtle ache in every muscle of Barbatos’s body when he woke up that morning. The pain concentrated in his throat, which felt drier than usual. He forced himself out of bed and got something to drink, holding onto a weak, fragile hope that collapsed into a void when his morning tea did nothing to soothe his throat. Barbatos sighed, blowing the steam out from his cup. He was sick.

It wasn’t just the sudden illness that annoyed Barbatos, it was the fact that he got sick the very day that Simeon had planned to visit the castle. Barbatos had spent the last three days working harder than ever to ensure he could spend a peaceful afternoon alone with Simeon. He had done everything except make the snacks he was going to serve with tea that afternoon. His mind had spent days imagining long, intimate conversations and a leisurely walk. If they could find some peace and if Barbatos could make his move, maybe they would have some time to get intimate in a more physical sense. Well, there’s nothing to be done now, he figured.

Barbatos went to the supply closet and grabbed a mask. He could have sent a message to Simeon and canceled their plans. He could have informed Diavolo and taken the day off to rest. He could have done a half-dozen other things than washing up and preparing the food he planned to make. As long as he wore the mask and avoided infecting the food, it would be fine; that was the rationalization Barbatos allowed himself. After all, Simeon always enjoyed the sweets he made, and Barbatos would hate to disappoint him. It didn’t matter how much slower he seemed to be moving, either; Barbatos still had a few hours until Simeon arrived – or, at least, he thought he did.

“Good morning, Barbatos,” Simeon peaked into the kitchen. Barbatos had been facing away from the doorway, and he jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; he was certain he had more time. Simeon laughed sweetly and explained, “I’m sorry to surprise you. I met Diavolo on the way in, so I didn’t have a chance to ring the door. I know I’m early, but when I checked the weather, I noticed that it was scheduled to start raining soon, and I wanted to beat the rain. I forgot to tell you since I was in such a rush.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m glad you made it before the rain hit,” Barbatos spoke, muffled through his mask. He looked over his shoulder at Simeon – careful not to stare too long at the angel.

Simeon heard the muffled speech and saw the glimpse of a mask. He groaned, displeased, and approached the demon. “Barbatos, are you sick?”

“Slightly, it seems, but I’ll manage.”

“Barbatos,” Simeon sighed disapprovingly, “you should stop and get some rest. What in the Devildom are you doing in the kitchen? If something needs to be done, tell me, and I’ll take care of it for you.”

“I’m afraid I must decline your offer. I’m fine – simply not in top form. You needn’t worry. I’m nearly done here.”

Simeon glanced down at the tartlets on the counter. Barbatos grabbed a fresh blood red plum and cut it open. He took half of the plum in his hand and expertly pitted it with the tip of his knife. Simeon watched on in pity.

Without so much as a tickle in his throat to warn him, Barbatos was overcome by a coughing fit that caused him to jolt and slice his palm open, cutting through his glove and a layer of flesh. Simeon gasped and rushed Barbatos to the sink, pulling him by the wrist.

“Simeon, I can –” Barbatos started, but he cut himself off when Simeon looked up at him with a serious gaze – one that chilled Barbatos to the core and warned him not to protest. Simeon removed the glove and ran Barbatos’s hand under the sink until the water ran clear. Through the sting, as slight as it was, Barbatos refused to react or show any sign of pain.

“Do you have a clean rag?” Simeon glanced around the kitchen.

“Second drawer from the top next to the fridge.” Simeon left Barbatos holding his hand over the sink while he fetched the cloth.

He brought the dirty knife and the rag back with him, setting the knife in the sink to be washed later. With a gentle, angelic touch, Simeon pressed the rag directly onto the cut. The first thing Simeon noticed was how warm the palm of Barbatos’s hand was. Pulling his attention back from that warmth, Simeon asked, “You have a first-aid kit in your room, right?”

“Of course, but there’s one in the pantry as well,” Barbatos informed him, although reluctantly. There was no need for Simeon to worry so much over something this insignificant.

“Yes, but we should get you bandaged up in your room.” Simeon smiled sheepishly at Barbatos, who felt his face burn from the suggestive nature of his thoughts, only to be humiliated by his presumption when Simeon added, “You dripped a bit of blood onto your sleeve, and you’ll probably want a new glove once you’re all patched up.”

“Oh.” Barbatos looked down to see a few spots of blood staining his clothes. He nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

“Keep this pressed to your palm as we walk to your room – unless you want me to hold your hand the entire way there.” Simeon nudged Barbatos towards the door.

“I am capable of walking to my room on my own.”

“Yes, I know, but I’m going to tend to the cut for you.”

“I can dress my own wounds,” Barbatos protested.

“Yes, you can, but I can, too. Let me do this for you.”

Once inside his room, Barbatos pointed out his first-aid kit for Simeon and sat on the bed patiently. Simeon joined him and offered his hand, palm up and expecting, waiting to cradle Barbatos’s injured hand. At least Simeon had the kindness to not warn Barbatos of a potential sting as he pressed an alcohol swab to the cut – to allow Barbatos the dignity of presumed knowledge and anticipation. Barbatos sat, quiet and still, through the process.

“Tell me if it’s too tight,” Simeon instructed Barbatos as he began slowly wrapping gauze around his hand. When he finished, he kept Barbatos’s hand in his and caressed along the side of the wrap softly with his thumb. “Is it okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” Barbatos offered him a smile that stayed disguised behind the mask. “You really didn’t need to do that.”

“I know.” Simeon lowered his head and kissed the palm of Barbatos’s hand, then left another kiss on his wrist. Barbatos felt his face burn at the show of tenderness. So rarely had he been at the receiving end of doting affection that he found himself unnaturally flustered. Simeon looked up at him with a sickly sweetness. “You should learn how to allow someone to take care of you, Barbatos.”

“I’m trying,” he admitted – half humiliated to be loved.

“Take off your shirt,” Simeon instructed him.

“Pardon?” Barbatos’s eyes widened.

Simeon laughed, knowing he had successfully caused a stir in Barbatos. “I’ll wash it with your glove before I make some soup for you – assuming I have permission to make use of your kitchen.”

“You always have permission to access the kitchen, but –”

“Excellent,” Simeon cut him off. “The last time Luke got sick, I made him some soup that soothed his sore throat and cleared up his sinuses. I’m not sure if you’ll have all the ingredients, but I can go to the market if I have to. Now, that shirt?”

Barbatos sighed and began to undo his coat before unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m well enough to do laundry and cook.”

“And I’m in better health for both. Or do you not trust me to help out?” Simeon tilted his head slightly. That was a dirty trick.

So, of course, Barbatos had to concede. He handed his soiled shirt to Simeon. “Alright, just don’t push yourself for my sake. You could get sick, too – especially if you go out in the cold rain. We should have enough ingredients – if it’s the soup I think you’re talking about.”

“Oh, right! You’re the one who sent me that recipe.” Simeon laughed at his own forgetfulness as he tucked the shirt over his arm. He glanced out the massive window in Barbatos’s room. Somehow, he hadn’t noticed the gentle rain hitting the glass. It had grown particularly dark, and a thin mist obscured the usual view. A soft, content sigh left Simeon. “I didn’t realize the rain was here already, but I guess we’re both guilty of being oblivious.”

“I beg your pardon?” Barbatos was never – or almost never – accused of being oblivious. Often, he was accused of being quite the opposite. “What makes you say that?”

“You haven’t realized that I don’t mind the risk of getting sick.” Simeon leaned in, lifted Barbatos’s mask, and pulled it down before kissing him gently. Simeon’s hand rested on Barbatos’s bare chest, feeling his heart pound. “You’re worth it.”

Barbatos yanked his mask back up the second Simeon pulled away, determined to hide his smile and blush. “You’re certainly bold, angel.”

“You deserve to be cared for once in a while. I promise that the next time I get sick, I’ll let you dote on me.” Simeon pet Barbatos with a chuckle before sliding his hand down from Barbatos’s soft hair to his injured hand. “For now – at least until the rain lets up – let yourself go and trust in my capable hands.”

Suddenly, Barbatos wished that it would rain all through the night.

[love-domme]

opinion on shy sub loner loser nerds who will definetly get obsessed with you?...asking for a friend... >//<

Not you describing my literal type💀

Definitely my favorite flavor of boytoy. As long as the obsession is mutual and healthy ofc!💜

[puppygirl-freak]

hii my pretty, beautiful lil bunnyboy !! just wanted to say I love you, you're mommy's pretty little puppy and that will never EVER change.

mmmmwahhh !!!!

(putting as an ask as a reminder to all doms I own and claim this pretty pup <3)

-🩸

HI MOMMYYYY!!!!! I LOV U TOOOOOOO!!!! GUYS GUYS EVRYONE LOOK M MOMMYS PUPPYYY HEHEHE YAYYYYY!!!

mmmmmwah!!! mwah mwah mwah! puppy kissies all ovr ur face!!!!

nd take note doms in my dms!!!! u can play pretend alllll u wan but m a taken pup, my mommys the only one who realy owns me!!! hehehe! X3 <<<3333

[mrkheartffmans]

Mhm Mama

I need you to tell me everything~

I cannot do anything without you 🥺

I wanna feel your foot on my cunt as I moan your name and listen to your praises 🥺

~Cute Sub

youv'e got mommy all wound up over her princess. that's literally so fucking adorable mmmm i wanna make you cum with my foot then eat that pussy of yours until you're cryin. how does that sound, cute girl?

[ipegchangbin]

Hard hour: felix being so clingy during sex, like arms and legs wrapped tightly around you to the point that it restricts your movement. Him whining and whimpering sm and just being the beautiful angel he always is

YES OMFG YESSS this is so cute <33

sub ! felix & dom ! gn ! reader

the boy couldn’t help himself. after rounds of nothing but teasing, he couldn’t keep his hands all to himself. not when you were rewarding him, being as good to him as he was good to you, leaving him craving for more from you.

he loved you. every single bit of you. he wanted you. he needed all of you in his grasp, he needed all of you to himself. it didn’t matter how selfish he looked, felix was your baby boy and he would be your baby boy from then on.

so when he wrapped all of his limbs around you, you laughed, but he whined hard.

“what are you doing, baby?” you giggled against his skin, your hot breath tickling his neck instantly with how closely intertwined your bodies were. “i can’t move like this!”

“b-but!” felix tries to follow up with an explanation, but the way your bodies are intersecting and the warmth of your being has him in shambles. he stutters gibberish, only able to mutter your name in conclusion, and it’s the cutest thing.

“i can’t fuck you properly, felix. baby, you have to—”

your coy teasing is cut off by his whine and the shudder of his entire body.

you feel everything, from the twitch on his hips down to the wiggling of his waist, his arms flexing and relaxing in a rapid manner from the surges of sensations pulsing through his entire body. he tries to say something but he lets out whimpers of a higher pitch.

he almost sounds like a pitiful kitten.

“there there honey, i’m here. y/n is here,” you coo, and he digs his head in your neck, pouting. you run a hand through his hair and pull gently. it prompts him to lift his head up, refusing for once to turn into putty just to kiss you properly.

“unwrap me and i’ll fuck you hard.”

felix lets out a hum but you think faster than him: you flip him over, his hands still clawed and sunken on your back, but your own nails are dug into his skin in the same fashion.

he yelps and it’s the cutest thing ever.

“i’ll love you real good.”

for once in his life, felix was going to be loved thoroughly. not just fucked, and rough sex was soon to come, but he was for sure enveloped in love.

yall i nearly cried while writing this

[gothsuguru]

imagine a double date, suguru with reader and satoru with sukuna (it was all satoru's idea, sukuna and suguru are confused af and reader is just vibing)

AHHHHHHH YOU GET IT ANON (i have something similar to this in the works 🤭🤭🤭 it’s a silly lil roadtrip)

but this idea is so funny bc satoru is like guys let’s go on a double date :D and suguru is like… who are YOU gonna bring anyways you’re not dating anybody… cut to sukuna already sitting at the restaurant smirking at suguru 😭 satoru is footing the whole bill so that’s why sukie was like yeah idgaf i’ll join and he makes sure to sit next to reader to annoy BOTH suguru and satoru 🤭🤭🤭 sukuna: hey, try some of this pasta it’s delicious *he feeds reader w his fork while side eye smirking satosugu* meanwhile suguru’s eye is twitching out of anger and satoru’s **** is twitching bc he’s a cuck WHO SAID THAT……………….. ahem . back 2 the idea though!

i love that the consensus is that reader is just vibing and happy to be there bc that really is so them 😭 just unbothered and sexy <333 (sukie deffo out loud calls the desserts shitty btw he’s like my desserts are way better) and satoru is like ahahaha yeahhhh they areeeee ^.^ (he’s trying to get into sukuna’s pants) and suguru is just like… mentally telling sukuna to kill himself while also being really doting and romantic to reader (suguru & sukuna both dote on them and they’re both trying to get a rise out of the other one, moreso sukuna than suguru) and JEJDJDJDJ honestly at the end of the dinner satoru probably would proposition a foursome idk he just would