#ty for the submission !!! ❤️

[ciircex]

@culling: bats my eyelashes at you ,,,

From here

A DOUBLE BINGO FROM ALASTOR? my my, it's a good thing they're dating, CLEARLY they're meant to be B) SMOOCHES!!!!!

[bbokicidal]

Hello! The dick analysis was so 🤤🤤🤤 and you’ve become my virgin!skz dealer now! 😍😍😍

Speaking of which, what kind of subs would skz be? Could you write some hcs pls?

(Ps: I hope the headache you had has gone away! 🫶)

Have a wonderful day (or night depending on when you’re reading this)! ❤️❤️❤️

I'm about to do some bombass 5-STAR themed makeup but I'll write up some quick head canons, sure!! (Also my migraine has mostly gone away lol, ty for well wishes !!)

Chris :

Softest bottom ever, so compliant and eager to please.

Power... bottom? Maybe? Mm, not the right word. More of; He'll do anything you ask and he miiiight fuck you on his own a little if you're edging him and he knows he can't take it anymore.

So obedient. So so obedient, so sweetheart coded. Just there to make you feel good 'n gets soooo flustered with his ears and neck all red in embarrassment from having all your attention on him. <3

Minho :

Brat !! Brat I say !!!

So bratty, so mean. Cannot keep his mouth shut because he's always whining or biting back about how you're moving too slow or you're not going hard enough with him.

Be mean !! Spit in his mouth to assert dominance. That'll shut his ass up. <3

Changbin :

Pillow Princess Bin <3

The sweetest angel in bed. Less of an eager pleaser than Chris and more just - happy to be there, enjoying the moment, basking in the worship and adoration you shower him in.

Sit on his face and suffocate him. Man likes to eat, 'n that includes your holes. ;)

Hyunjin :

SO loud. So so loud, so whiny. Constantly moaning. Literally produces the PRETTIEST sounds you'll ever hear when he's subbing !!

The type to enjoy nipple clamps and wearing lacy lingerie for you because he knows just how much you like how lean he is <3333 (im tweaking out im just inserting my own fantasies in here now)

Looooves to be edged. Wants you holding a vib to the tip of his pretty pink cock until he's actually spraying cum and shaking so much he can't breathe. Also likes to have his ass ate, I don't make the rules. (I do.)

Jisung :

Bottom. BITCH.

Aka not a sub very often but when he does???? Mmm Mm MMMMM. So so so submissive, enters subspace so fucking fast when he's feeling a bit down. Also a very good communicator about what he wants/needs for the evening!!!

Honestly? I think his favorite thing to do while being submissive is dressing up. He likes wearing the big hoodies, the frilly socks, having his hair pinned back and sitting w his cute lil anime girl legs.

Felix :

Alright I'm gonna say on one hand, I can see him in cute pink clothing with garter belts and stockings and sleeves covering his hands, etc etc etc. Whimpering, hair in bows and pigtails, all cute 'n shit.

Another part of me says he's just so vanilla when hey subs and it's bc he doesn't prefer subbing. He really only subs when you either A) ask him to so you can experiment, or B) he needs you to blow him. :)

Definitely a moaner tho. <3

Seungmin :

An actual dog, bro.

Growls, bites, even spits at you sometimes. A brat, fr! Buuuuut if you put him in his place then he's sooooo compliant and whimpering like the good puppy he is.~

The type to hump your leg if you deny him his needs, biting at your thighs and even eating you out with long licks to get your attention until you flip him over 'n suffocate him by sitting on his face. <3

Jeongin :

I really don't see him as submissive,,,, ever. So I'm gonna say he's really only submissive when he's by himself.

Has definitely used toys before on himself, has taken it up the ass. Did enjoy it but won't admit it aloud bc he's too shy. <3 But !!!

He did let you in on his secret a lil later on, and now if you ask reaaaaaally nicely and have it all planned out, he might let you peg him until he cries. <3 (Face down ass up Innie?? MMMMM)

[hitomisuzuya]

AAAAAHHH HI HOW ARE YOU GRAAAH SORRY ABOUT MY LAST REQ I MEANT READER NOT USER

CAN YOU DO A NSFW WITH NAWASHI (SHIBARI ARTIST) SCARA WHO DOES SOME REALLY COMPLEX STUFF ON READER THEN THEY DO THE BANG BANG ‼️‼️ 😋

THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR WORKS AAAAH

- 🎧

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Bondage/Shibari. Breeding kink. Cream pie. Fingersucking. Modern AU.

Hi dear❤️ Sorry it took so long and thank you as always for the delicious request. I love writing bondage and it isn't requested a lot from me.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from Scaramouche's fingers as he worked. They looked so fluid, so expert, so suckable as he tied and looped the ropes around you. How he took his time, and how thorough he was being really went a long way to show that he took pride in his work.

Your legs were bent and spread, your ankles tied to your thighs in a variety of intricate knots. He took extra care tying your wrists to your ankles. The more complicated he got with tying and securing the knots, the harder he got.

You look so vulnerable, and delicate. Completely at his mercy. You were a vision of erotic submission. All bound up, your pussy wet and ready for him.

Scaramouche noticed you staring, and smirked. "Here," He said, offering you his index and middle finger, "Suck while I double check these knots," He pushed his fingers into your eager mouth, his cock pulsing from the feeling of your warm mouth suctioning wet around them as you sucked.

You let out happy, muffled moans as he pressed on your tongue, pumping them in and out of your mouth.

Something first, though. Scaramouche took his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers. "You good?" You nodded. "The knots aren't too tight?" You shook your head. "Any pain?" You shook your head again, offering him a soft, reassuring smile that made his heart skip beats.

"Tch," He scoffed, narrowing his eyes. He grasped your jaw, squeezing it a little. "Now answer me verbally, slut. Do you want me?"

You shivered under the sudden, heavy wet of his dominance. Your cheeks flushed adoringly, his degradation making you wetter, and your clit throb and swell. "Yes, I want you. My body aches for your cock," Goosebumps rose in the wake of his fingers as they trailed down your stomach and between your legs.

He traced the shape of your pussy, rubbing the tip of his finger on your clit. His ministrations spurred the throbbing in your clit. You whined softly, struggling to move your hips up to grind your clit on his finger.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow for you to continue. "S-so much I can hardly stand it," Your words were breaking into moans, pleasure starting to curl and jolt through your body.

He stroked his cock while he watched you struggle. He teased his finger at your hole, groaning softly feeling it clench around his finger tip. He laughed hearing your whine of protest when he withdrew his finger. He replaced it with his cock, rubbing it between your folds.

Scaramouche laughed softly, the head of his leaking cock rubbing on your clit. "What a little slut you are," He groaned huskily, "already so wet just from watching me tie you up."

His teasing was so cruel and he relished in it. There was a pitch of desperation in your moans. "What do you say, kitten?" He purred in delight, pushing the tip of his cock a little inside of you, further teasing you.

You gasped in pleasure as he reached up to pinch and play one of your nipples for extra stimulation. "P-Please! Please, I want you s-so bad," You stumbled over your words, your thighs shaking as he pushed his cock inside of you.

When his cock was half way inside of you, Scaramouche bottomed out with a harsh snap of his hips. His cock abruptly hitting your sweet spot tore a pornographic moan from your throat.

"Fuck," He moaned shakily, "You are this wet, but still so tight. What a fucking whore," The tight warmth of your walls clutching and clenching snug around his cock was a dizzying sensation. "I'll breed you full of my cum for your subservience."

Scaramouche's mouth watered in anticipation of filling your stuffed, messy cunt with his cum. Of seeing it seep around his cock while he bred you. There was a satisfying smack of his skin against yours, your toes curling as he angled his hips to fuck himself deeper into you.

Your mind was hazy as his cock stretched you apart. You grew more sensitive with every thrust, your eyes glazed over and hardly noticing the drool pooling from the corner of your mouth. You couldn't move, forced to feel every delicious pulse and throb of his cock. The only thing you could do was moan, unable to focus on anything but him and how good his cock felt fucking into you.

He put a hand on the back of your head, pulling on your hair. "Look at how cute you look. Dumb and drooling, impaled on my cock," He captured your lips in a messy, deep kiss.

His tongue wrestled yours into quick submission, pressing your mouth against his as he deepened the kiss. Tearing his mouth off of yours, his own moans mingled uncontrolled with yours.

At first you didn't hear yourself whimpering for him to cum inside. Scaramouche's laugh was soft and drunk sounding. He mocked your noises for a few moments. "You sound so cute when you are about to cum," He reached down to rub your clit, sending your body to tremble and quiver.

The warm knot collecting in your core came undone, his name sounding from you in a pleasured scream as your orgasm washed over you. Scaramouche leaned down to sink his teeth into your neck, supporting you against him as he chased his climax.

Cum ribboned inside of you, his body shaking above you. His mouth sucking and biting the fold of skin in his mouth did little to conceal his long, satisfied moan as he emptied his cock inside of you.

Pulling out, Scaramouche's eyes drank in the site of his cum dripping onto your cunt. He scooped some up on his finger, fingering his cum back inside of you before putting it in your mouth. "Clean it before I stuff you full again."

[sunoosets]

Hiii you are so talented and I just wanted to ask you if you could write about dom jungwon with an s/o that loves doggy style and spanking 🤭🫣

Also I wanted to ask you if you have anons and when that could I please be the 😽 anon??

Have a great day and ty ❤️

aww thank u smmmm!! i only have one anon as of now so ofc u can be an anon:))<3

i decided to merge two asks as i felt like i could:

"DOM!JW PLEASE I'M BEGGING"

i mean.. well, i hope you cuties enjoy this one, it's long, messy, n i was gonna do a longer mirror scene but only made it a few sentences😓 oh well, love u all!!<3

It was a mistake, really, to even dare assume Jungwon was small. To tease him, taunt him. Assume, again, that he was submissive, whiny, and pathetic when it came to sex, and the feel of someone bouncing on his cock.

Jake’s laugh was hearty. Ripping through the tense air as you gently pushed aside Jungwon’s shoulder. A playful act, as you hoped. Yet his eyes had grown dark, and something lingered as he glared in your direction. Not so much an annoyed or frustrated stare, but an intense warning he had left you, paired with his small smirk.

“Nah, Y/n, he looks mad…” Jake held back a second laugh, cheeks puffing up as his breath hitched. His eyes creased as his need to burst grew. “Looks like he might just show you how wrong you are” Jake smiled, and then suppressed the action by settling his pearly teeth into the flesh of his lower lip. You scoffed. Flicking a sidewards glance at Jungwon’s form. “With his one-millimetre defeater?” You spoke, unable to even release those words without the presence of a teasing smile. Jake erupted. Slapping a palm to his knee, and letting slip a loud, melodious chuckle between his growing grin.

When you had set your vision on Jungwon once more, he had shifted. Face twisted toward you where you could clearly see his tongue press up against his inner cheek, and his eyes narrow. For a second, your stomach had flipped, and your heart had slipped it’s way down. Dropping suddenly. You swallowed, and he had seemed to notice the regret upon your features. His sweet, endearing smile flashed, and he grinned. “Would you like to find out the truth, hm?”

Jake had been laughing for at least twenty seconds now. Clearly impacted by crude, 12-year-old genitalia jokes. His blurry eyes had made their way toward an evidently puzzled Heeseung, who had just arrived with his newly plastered frown. “Hee, guess what Y/n just said!” He gasped. Collecting his breath as he twisted within his plush seat.

“Too scared my small cock will hurt you?” Jungwon tempted. Smirk crawling further along his dimple-decorated cheeks. He leant, so his heated breath could meet your jaw during his whispers. You let slip a breathy, almost nervous laugh. Perhaps a scoff. Shaking your head from either side.

“I doubt it would even tickle me.” Your head swivelled, and you smiled proudly. A regretful ache whitening your features when he had simply smirked in return. Lashes falling slowly, calmly. He wasn’t defensive. In the slightest. Your eyes wavered. Averting while he clicked his pink tongue against the roof of his mouth and whispered a sentence that had set a shiver to roll down your perked spine and perhaps even make your lower stomach flutter.

“Only one way to tell.”

His voice was low. Honeyed as it snaked through your ears and made you swallow the thick lump within your throat. He had this subtle sexy confidence, enough to have you on your knees, but where had this been hiding? For so long, he had appeared as a submissive type to you. All whimpers and whines as you suck on his pretty pink tip, but now, with his cocky grin, and the reactions to your teases. It might be you that ends up on all fours, crying his name at the top of your heavy lungs.

The thought was off. Never had you begun to think of cute, innocent Jungwon in such a way.

You couldn’t even comprehend before you were taken by the wrist. His soft, warm palm along your skin as he guides you to his room. You could smell his cologne. Intoxicating. Your head spun, and then thumped when his hands fell against your waist. He pulled you into his chest, trapping you between his ribs. “I wasn’t actually gonna fuck you.” He whispered. Low, and serene. A nonchalant twist of his lips as he holds you close. Peering down through hooded eyes as he wraps his scent around you. Almost pulling the breath from your tight throat.

Jungwon smiled, eyes heavy and dark as they easily traced the outline of your rubbing thighs. His fingers fell, brushing from your side toward your inner leg. The pad of his finger slid, and pressed teasingly between your clothed, and shamelessly soaked lips. Your pussy throbbed at the mere, bare minimum. His slanted smile twitched. “But seeing as your so wet, maybe I should?”

“Would you like that?” His grin was cocky, paired with his lowered voice. His warm breath tangled amidst your hair as his lips landed beside your jaw. Placed closely to the side of your ear. “Do you want to be fucked by my small cock?”

Regret couldn’t have surpassed this stage. It was at a point that the feeling deep within your bones. Dwelling within your squirming, tight stomach. Should be an entirely different word. Perhaps one that has yet to exist.

You swallowed, again. Eyes growing. You suppressed the urge to melt between his fingers. Hand yourself to him. Fall to your knees for him. You gave him a small smile. Your palms were shaky as you buried them between the fabric of his shirt and pulled him near. “Let’s see what you can do..” You whispered, façade slipping, but still stable.

You hadn’t fully given in to him yet. No matter how hard it had become. With his body, warm and soft. His skin sliding along yours, as his shirt was ditched. His golden, gleaming complexion. Smooth to the touch. Had you quietly begging for more. With each stroke your palm took across his abs. Every line you had traced of his skin. The lack of impurities, as his visage glowed.

He set multiple rushed kisses to your parted lips. Overbearing you with his wet, eager motions, before ultimately pushing himself against you and melting into a passionate make-out. His arms snaked, and yours had remained along his heaving chest. Your bodies had been entwined. Your thighs now either side of his waist as you attempt every possible writhe which could set you closer to his heat. Jungwon pulled from your whining lips. Smirk sly as he lifted his hips and rubbed his growing bulge against your clothed clit. You pulsed. Breath becoming fast between his arms, and above his cock. “Can you take it?” He asked, and you had instinctively lowered your head. Quiet, to which he had grinned harder. Dimples popping from between his cheeks. “Wanna get on your hands and knees for me?”

“Yeah.” You had replied. Faster, and more eagerly than you would have liked. Your cheeks had grown warm as he laughed beneath his breath. A gentle, comforting chuckle.

You had always found yourself imagining Jungwon fucking you from behind, as much as you wouldn’t like to admit. The thought of him pushing you down against the bed. Your arms and legs shaky as he ruts himself into you. Constant, rough rocks until you’re a mess in his hold.

Now his fingers were hot as they trailed down your spine. Ticklish, as your stomach flipped. His palm was soft as it pressed into your lower back. Settling there while his fingers had become splayed. Holding you down against his bedsheets. Your knees dug into the mattress, as well as your own palms. Lightly, your fingers wrapped around the blankets. Folding them into a ball you could hold, and grip, to stabilise your shaky limbs.

His cock was hard, clearly leaking as he rubbed his swollen tip against your clit. Jungwon hummed, holding back a whine as he slid his own hand along his shaft. Sighing when a drop of his pre-cum dribbled between your cheeks. With one hand, he held the left side of your ass. His palm moulding the flesh, while you whimpered, and rolled your hips backward, to meet his pink, drooling tip. “Why are you so excited?” He teased. His entire cock sliding between the mess he had made. “It’s barely two inches.” His taunt was light-hearted, as you could clearly hear his stretching smile. Especially the pride that had sunk across his curling lips when his cock had pushed into you. Finally sinking between your plush, clenching walls. His length stretched you wide, pulling both a gasp and a moan from your throat. Your jaw lowered. Ready to let slip the consistent string of whimpers as Jungwon began to move. Roll his hips against your ass. Skin against skin. His cock stroking the deepest parts of you.

He groaned. Head falling backward, as his hips picked up speed. His fast-paced bucks had you shaking. Elbows almost buckling. You were quivering with each rough rock he took into you. Cock squeezing between your tight walls. His hair fell against his vision. Unfortunate. As his dick was twitching at the mere sight of you on your knees for him. Shaky, and whiny. Your ass rolling back against the corrupted air between you and taking his cock so well. He could watch his dick sink into you and could see the way your body shook.

“Am I still small?” Jungwon breathed out. A shaky laugh. He bit his lip, palm massaging the skin of your cheek. “S-shut up.” You stuttered. Face flushed, and gleaming with a sheen of undeniable sweat. Jungwon’s fingers ran smoothly along your ass. The soft skin being handled and traced. Delicately, he lifted his palm and tapped your ass. Two small slaps, that had caused no harm. Your face, however, had lit up, and your tight hole had clenched. Wrapping harsher around his cock while your pussy had swallowed him whole. Jungwon groaned. Voice heavy and loud as you took him. “Ah, Y/n?” His smirk had twitched. “Do you like that?” He questioned, his palm resuming it’s massage. Set lightly on your ass.

You could only moan. Pushing back your hips and creating an arch within your back. His cock slid deeper. Now fully encased between your dripping walls. “Ah, shit…” Jungwon cursed. Softly, beneath his breath. Teeth, clearly biting down into a suppressed smirk.

He rubbed, and then the warmth had supposedly disappeared. His palm lifted, and fell back against your flesh with a sharp, exhilarating slap. You cried at his action. Skin surely red, as he had repeated himself. Breathy sighs evident from his parted lips, while he was set on fucking into you until his pulsing cock had come.

“More, more…” You begged. “Mm fuck.”

All shame now seamlessly evaporating when his cock was buried deep between your walls. Twitching against the tight convulses. Jungwon grunted when his hand met the rosy patch that had been decorated along your skin. His hips lifted, and his skin caressed yours. You were slipping. One final spank, and the feel of his tip slamming the deepest part of you was enough to have you squeeze and make a mess of his dick.

Jungwon’s moans had raised in pitch as he neared. His cock making crude, wet sounds as he pushed through the mixture of white, warm cum. His fingers curled, and gripped your waist, pulling you near as he let the thick stripes of his cum fill your insides. His skin was set against yours. His chest clearly heaving.

“Do you wanna go out there and tell Jake how big I really am?” Jungwon joked between breaths. His chuckle light-hearted as his shoulders fell, and his palms dropped from your skin. His cock slid from within you, letting Jungwon’s warm pleasure release down the sides of your sticky thighs. “I’d rather not..” You sighed, still shaky.

Jungwon fell silent, and then the soft touch of an arm caught you off guard. He had wrapped himself around you, hand flat against your raising stomach as he pulled you back against the comfort of his lap. Between his legs. His breath hit your ear, and a second shiver ran through your spine. It pressed along his back, and straightened when he had let his fingers fall toward your messy clit. “Look at the mirror, baby.” He whispered along your neck. You swallowed, eyes shifting toward the mirror against his bedroom wall. Golden framed with clean glass. Too clear. You couldn’t help but pulse against his heated, smooth hand. His slim fingers had situated themselves either side of your clit, spreading you before your own gaze. Letting the mess drool out from between your puffed-up lips. His cum had filled you to the brim, and now he was showing you the aftereffects. Sly smirk, again, curling upon his lips, as he pressed them to the shell of your ear. He then hummed. “I don’t think a small cock can do this, hm?”

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

asking for Velvette Dx and/or head canons if it's not too much hassle! Plz and ty!

tw // suicide

I would like to preface all my posts on headcanons related to psychology and mental illness with a disclaimer: diagnosing mental conditions, especially personality disorders, can be extremely challenging. It's a complicated process that relies heavily on a psychologist's interpretation of facts, making it susceptible to biases. Personality disorders cannot be diagnosed based on surface-level observations and are not just labels that we can assign to people like in the case of MBTI. Additionally, I am not a clinician with any expertise in diagnosing people. Therefore, the following post should not be taken as a reliable professional opinion. It's simply my interpretation of the internal mechanisms that may be responsible for the behavior of certain characters in my fan fiction. Furthermore, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of stigmatizing people with personality disorders by associating them with villains. A personality disorder does not determine someone's character or make them a bad person. Some characters may be evil because of the choices they make, not as a result of their mental conditions.

So, as I mentioned, I headcanon Velvette as having an Antisocial Personality Disorder. It is characterized by lack of sympathy or empathy for the rights of others, while simultaneously acting charming and interpersonally manipulative.

❤️ Throughout her childhood, Velvette lived exclusively with her father in the impoverished and sketchy part of the city. Her father worked a lot to earn them living but at the same time he drank a lot and while drunk tend to be aggressive. Also he surrounded himself with bad people. In my mind Velvette can deal with Vox and Val's shit so well because since she was little she was surrounded by unpredictable and violent men. At this point she couldn't be less scared of them.

❤️ She endured relentless bullying during her school years due to her inability to afford stylish clothes and gadgets. This was particularly hurtful for her, given her deep passion for fashion. Velvette devoted all her free time to design stunning looks, harboring a fervent desire to be able to wear them.

❤️ Around 12, she figured that following rules was pointless, being in a disadvantaged position due to her family's poverty. The sole way to boost her social status, in her view, was to break those rules. This extended beyond minor offenses like stealing groceries; she engaged in more serious crimes, such as taking money, clothes, and jewelry from stores and individuals. She never felt any remorse for these actions; to her, they were merely a means to achieve her goals, regardless of the harm inflicted on others.

❤️ She never finished her education because sticking to school rules wasn't her forte. She had the smarts and charm to sidestep juvenile detention. Despite concerns from a few individuals, we all know how well the system deals with "troubled teens." Besides, her father wasn't bothered by psychologists' opinions as long as she was bringing in some cash.

❤️ As a young woman she used her charm to manipulate men and take advantage over them. While she contemplated sex work as an easy money-making avenue, she found men too repulsive to engage in it. Instead, her preferred method involved blackmail – she seduced married men, particularly the submissive ones drawn to her aggression and coldness. Through this, she gathered intelligence and skillfully weaponized it against them.

❤️ At some point, she blew up as this super popular influencer. It kicked off with her sharing cool, low-cost looks on the internet. People loved her sassy attitude and creative stuff. But as she got more famous, it stopped being about creativity and turned into a power trip. She built a cult-like following around herself and started abusing her power. Being openly mean worked in her favor online – people ate it up, especially when she got into online fights. No matter how wild it got, no one could successfully cancell her. Actually, I think Vox really admires her talent for stirring up drama. He pushed her several times to get on some reality show, thinking it'd make the ratings explode. But the darkest stuff Velvette pulled wasn't out there for everyone to see. It all went down in her DMs. She justified it as "finally getting justice from rich white brats," using her influence to get teens to pull off crimes and risky stuff. She even manipulated at least two depressed kids into taking their own lives. When shit hit the fan, and she knew prison was coming, she took it as one last chance to torment people. During a "live stream apology," she commmited suicide in front of thousands of people.

❤️ In the show, it's evident that she's downright rude. Not just to Carmilla and the other overlords, but also towards Vox and her own employees. The lack of sensitivity and respect for others, coupled with a strong sense of superiority and being extremely opinionated, are typical traits associated with Antisocial Personality Disorder (APD). My girl literally got song called Respectless.

❤️ She disregards any kind of authorities and when someone tries to impose their will onto her, she's going berserk.

❤️ She genuinely couldn't care less about what people think of her; she despises people that much. In fact, being hated now excites her because she knows she's untouchable and influential and it makes everyone even more angry.

❤️ She's extremely reckless, even if she knows it could hurt her – another trait associated with APD. While we observe Vox and Valentino able to behave when necessary, Velvette storms into overlords' meetings guns blazing and starts with insulting everyone, even though she aims to convince them to align with Vs.

❤️ She struggles to form genuine connections with other people. Still, she's got a soft spot for Vox and Val, sort of considering them her friends. At the same time, she sees them as just a couple of guys she can easily play to her advantage.

Vox hc | Valentino hc

[mamaspeckles]

Can you write nsfw headcannons with velvet from trolls? Ty! ❤️

Hello! Of course I can! I hope you enjoy!

Velvet !NSFW! Headcannons!

CHARACTER AGED TO 18+

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- velvet is a pro at teasing you- She will stroll up from behind you, lean into you and whisper something extremely suggestive in your ear, before licking the lobe of your ear and walk off without another word.

-we all know velvet is sorta..manipulative and abusive…. So she craves a partner who is weaker than her-She'll want to feel small and submissive around her.

-she loves to pin you against the wall and kiss you roughly while her knee pushes into your crotch- the sheer shocked look you give her everytime could make her cum right there.

-velvet has a whole drawer of sex toys for the two of you but she loves to use them on you more than on herself- she will shove the vibrator inside of you while she spits on your clit and aggressively rubs it.

-Do not leave marks on her skin, she absolutely hates it. Maybe a love bite or two if she is feeling nice in the moment but otherwise she would rather leave marks on you.

-velvet is a groaner- nothing else to say other than she groans… very loudly

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I hope this is good enough for you! This got me giggling while writing this tbh😭

[florymere]

Hiii.❤️❤️

This morning I saw your fanfic about Joel and I was like OMG, I need to read it as soon as possible. And I did I loved it. 👉👈🥺❤️

So I see your requests are open so I thought I can ask something. Can you write a Joel fanfic where he is the dominant one but he let the reader take control for once, like tie him up or something. And he watches the reader as she cums over and over again but he can't touch himself and he begs. Something like that. Uhh and add a little bit of sir kink please.

Thank you.❤️❤️❤️

Control - Joel Miller smut

💕 thank you sweetheart. I'm so happy you liked it. It was the first fic in a very long time that I wrote for a new character. 💕

Warnings: 69, dirty talk, bondage, sir kink, pure smut...

"You want what?" Joel voice interrupts the oppressive silence that has reigned after your question.

Begging, you look up at him as you sit on your bed clad only in his shirt, "Please?"

He looks more surprised than really averse to your question, even if it is rather unusual.

Your dynamic is clearly defined and normally you wouldn't even think of asking him about it, but just today, when you've seen him flirting quite openly with another woman, you really want to.

The only problem is that he has to say yes because you wouldn't be able to physically get him to do it on your own.

He could just push you off of him and he'd probably laugh at your bad plan too.

You bite your lower lip and bat your eyelashes, "I really want to try it, Joel."

His eyes slide over your body before he looks you in the face again and then sighs, "Fine, whatever. Move over."

Excited, you do as he says and murmur a soft, "Thank you, sir."

He barely responds to your submissiveness and pulls his belt from his pants to hand it to you.

Excitedly, you reach for it and Joel sluggishly drops himself onto the bed. 

His movements are slow and completely unimpressed as you crawl on top of him and he holds his wrists in front of your face.

It seems like he doesn't care at all that you're putting his belt around his wrists. 

Every time you're in his current position, you're already trembling with anticipation and writhing underneath him, but with him, it just looks like he's doing you a huge favor.

You tighten his belt and he growls, "Do you even know what to do if I can't touch you?"

Jerkily, you look him in the eye and the arrogance with which he looks at you doesn't leave you cold.

That's exactly why things are going so well between you. 

He's more of a dominant and demanding character by nature, while you like to let him make you small, especially in the bedroom.

Even now that he's the one you're now tying to your bed frame, he remains cocky and you avoid his gaze as you pull on his tied hands again for a test, which makes him grunt softly.

Satisfied, you let go of him and look down at the man below you.

As you expected, from the look he gives you, he doesn't seem to be averse to being the immobile one for once, but he doesn't know what you're up to yet.

Quietly clearing your throat, you lick your lips, "Don't worry. I'll do my best, sir."

Interested, he follows you with his eyes as you slide back so that your butt rests between his legs on the bed and you place your feet to the left and right of his narrow hips.

Because you're not wearing any panties, this gives him a direct view of your pussy, already glistening with wetness, and you smile slightly as his hands clench into fists.

Oh, he would regret underestimating you and flirting with this blonde.

You make yourself comfortable between his legs and as you slide your hand between your thighs, he almost breaks his neck to see more.

His hair is sticking out in all directions and his dark eyes are glued to your fingers, which spread your labia and then gently play with your clit.

Granted, it doesn't feel as good as Joel's fingers, but his greedy gaze and the bulge in his pants that's becoming more obvious are enough for you for now.

Using your feet, you push his shirt a little higher, needing at least some contact with his bare skin, then moan hoarsely, "You like the view?"

His thighs twitch and he growls, "Shove your fingers up your cunt."

Out of habit, you do as he says with two fingers and you throw your head back.

In response, a jolt goes through his body and you open your eyes.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you finger fuck yourself while Joel lies completely at your mercy, unable to take his eyes off your leaking pussy for anything in the world.

With each thrust of your fingers, you set up a mess between your legs, and with a thumb on your clit, it's not long before you're moaning harshly, "Joel...oh god...Joel..." Your voice breaks toward the end and your pussy throbs around your fingers as Joel tugs at his bound hands for the first time and barks, "Come here."

But you fight the reflex to obey him, shaking your head still sluggish from your orgasm, "No."

Incredulous, he tries to sit up, which of course is completely pointless, and he hisses, "Sugar, you do what I ask you to do right now, or else-"

Your eyebrows go up and you interrupt him, "Or else what? Are you flirting with that blonde chick again?"

You roll onto your stomach and he growls, "Is that what this is about? I wasn’t serious about that at all."

"Well, too bad I took it seriously," you lift your ass and slide over him until your pussy is hovering over his face like an unattainable reward and you rest your head on his thigh so your face is inches away from his now hard cock.

It's hell on earth that you won't touch him and he can't do anything about it himself either, that his cock is pressing painfully against t his pants and he can't do anything but look at your wet swollen cunt.

Grinning, you bite your lower lip as he lifts his head again and tries to press his lips on your throbbing sex, but just before touching you he can't get any further and frustratedly drops his head back on his pillow: "Okay, I get it. What do you want? Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness? I'm sorry and it will never happen again."

Again you let your hand slide between your legs and with a quick glance at his crotch, you see his cock twitch and you purr, "I accept your apology."

Your fingertips slide up through your cleft from the bottom and Joel rears back, "Then undo me or take my cock in your mouth, I don't care."

Your juices run down your thighs and you moan softly against his wrapped cock, "No sir."

With all his strength he pulls on the belt and you're glad the restraints don't give up because he would punish you hard for your ordeal and instead he grumbles, "Fuck, what the hell do you want?"

His cock feels like it's strangled and he wouldn't need anything more than a kiss from you on its tip to come, but you continue unperturbed, now fingering yourself inches from his face, "Beg me."

Again a jolt goes through his body, "What?"

It goes against his whole being to beg for something, even as you moan, "Beg me to take your cock in my mouth."

Silently, he remains lying there, staring at your cunt, which you are now fingering faster and more urgently.

Joel can see your pussy tighten around your fingers again and again and as you move your head a little on his thigh he curses loudly, "Oh fuck it. Will you please take my cock in your mouth, sugar?"

"I'm not convinced yet," you let your fingers slide out of your tight cunt and he turns his head a little to lick your juices off your thigh with his tongue and your body gives in almost completely at his warm tongue lash.

You stroke your finger over your swollen clit and you notice him give up, murmuring softly, "Please touch me, sugar. Please? I swear to you, I'll never even look at any woman again, but please, please suck my cock."

Satisfied, you whimper, "Yes, sir." And grab his pants with both hands, freeing his hard cock.

Freed from the confines of his pants, Joel moans deeply and at that moment you lower your hips and press your cunt against his mouth as you lick the precum from his cock and let it slide into your mouth.

The deep growl from his throat vibrates against your sensitive sex and you whimper with your mouth full.

As if it were his calling, he licks your cunt, pushing his hips towards your pretty lips again and again to get deeper into your throat.

With your hands you grab his balls and when you hear Joel's deep and loud moan, he already comes in your mouth.

Hectically you try to swallow it all as he sucks your clit in an uncoordinated way and you collapse on top of him, trembling and with your pussy pulsating.

It all happened so fast that you couldn't get it all down your throat and some of his cum drips out of your mouth as you roll off his strong body and finally look him in the eye again.

His gaze follows the wet trail on your chin and the drops of his cum dripping down to your thighs, "Sugar..."

Blinking, you look down at him and he licks his wet lips, "Untie me."

His voice is soft and as obedient as you normally are, you nod, "Yes, sir."

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[animeyanderelover]

Heyy first ask from me❤️

How about Gakuhō Asano(The dad) with the prompts 17 and 212 Ty!!! And could it be nsfw?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, isolation, blackmailing, Stockholm Syndrome, Nsfw, dub-con, female reader

Words: 4k

Prompt 17 + 212

"You've gotten a new haircut."

Your fingers instantly run through your trimmed hair when his deep voice states your new change despite the fact that he hadn't even bothered to look at you, violet eyes focused on some documents he held in his palms. His pupils ran across overything carefully noted down on the paper, memorising everything within only a few seconds before his gaze finally found yours.

Fear lit up in your core when those violet orbs rested on you. There was always fear with Gakuho involved and he didn't even need to be present for you to feel the gnawing anxiety in your heart. You felt your heart, already beating at an faster rate than it would have done normally, picking up its pace. Your palms became sticky with sweat as you could only drown in those inspecting eyes, unable to move even a finger.

Was it not to his liking? But you thought-

"It suits you. I'm glad that you considered my suggestion."

Although his voice was rather monotonous and didn't sound very impressed, you could pick up the pleased gleam in those terrifying eyes as his gaze took in everything about your changed hairstyle to commit it to his memories.

You couldn't help the warmth traveling through your body when he praised you, contrasting the fear still embedded into your every cell. Your hands started fidgeting around, your focus shifting around as you felt squirmish in your spot. It was rather confusing and partially even irritating for you to feel so flattered and excited whenever he praised you for your submissiveness.

It was wrong to react positively to the words of a monster hiding behind the mask of a human yet there was warm goo pooling in your stomach when his rich and deep voice stroked your brain in all the right ways. There was a warm tingle spreading from your ears to your toes when he closed the distance between the two of you, his arms encircling your frame as he pulled you flush against his chest.

The sensation of cold lips against your heated forehead only fanned the burning fire inside of you. Only a few months ago you would have cringed upon feeling his touches anywhere on your body, the cold skin of his perhaps a reflection of the dead heart somewhere in his chest.

That person had been a different person though. A stronger and more independent person. Not you.

Instead you reveled in the affection he gave you, your hands grasping his brown suit as you leaned into the feeling of his lips. Gakuho was a very busy man and you had always known that which made every bit of love he showed you all the more valuable and meaningful as you absorbed it all as if you were a dry sponge.

Cool hands found their way to your waist before possessively trailing their way up your body, dancing over the curves of your body before resting on your burning face. You were positive he could feel the warmth of your skin as his fingers danced across your shape, playing with you and your feelings as a different heat started to spark in your lower body.

A dulcet hum left his lips as his violet gaze drank in the sight of your bashful expression and the warmth of your cheeks contrasting his cool palms. Your eyes fluttered when you heard the melodic sound, washing away everything until only a tiny voice somewhere in your head remained, chastising you for giving in to him.

There was a prominent fuzziness clawing at your mind though the longer you stayed in his arms as if you were getting drunk on his very presence. Your thoughts only dulled further when his chilly lips found your own and claimed them for himself.

You couldn't find the necessary willpower to push him away even if you could still feel somewhere in the abyss of your heart a twinge of mortification. One of his hands glided away from your cheeks, traveling along your neck. When his fingertips brushed over your pulse, you could feel a shiver running down your spine.

You barely managed to scratch together a semblance of composure when he pulled away, your heart hammering against your ribcage as you were panting. Temptation only grew with every brush of his fingers against your burning skin as a needy ache started making itself known between your legs, vulnerable and weak to your knees as he held you.

It was unfair that he held so much power over you financially and emotionally yet to your distant horror the feeling flowing through your blood wasn't fear. It was something much worse.

Anticipation.

His warm breath hit your face as he leaned in again, his lips brushing your own yet not moving in any closer which only made your heart pound more eagerly in your chest. Your fingers grasped the smooth material of his business suit tightly when he left you waiting, drawing out your quiet suffering for his own enjoyment.

Glowing eyes relished at the sight in front of him as your own pleading and anticipating orbs were trying to beg him wordlessly to end the little mindgame he was playing with you right now. You were as easy to read as a book, only that now you weren't even attempting to hide your thoughts and feelings from him.

How charming.

Dizziness washed over you when he pushed your head forward until both of you locked lips again, his hand holding your nape as the kiss deepened. There was something dominating and greedy behind the kiss which only added to the pool of heat gathering in between your legs as his grip grew tighter on you. One would think that the knowledge that your mind, your body and even your heart already were in his possession would satisfy him but Gakuho had always been dangerously ambitious. In that moment as he refused to allow you even time to breathe, you felt like he was trying to suck your soul out to claim it for himself as well.

The loss of the sensation of his mouth on yours had you wobbling on your feet as the feeling was ripped away from you, only his hold on your warm body stabilising you somewhat. There was an enticed look in your eyes as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. A pleased gleam was visible in his eyes, violet orbs looking at you predatory as he knew he had you exactly where he wanted.

Your breath hitched in our throat when one of his hands snaked his way to your thigh, caressing the heated flesh, excruciatingly close to the burning ache only inches away from his cold fingers. They didn't move any further though, only tracing patterns on the inside of your thigh, leaving you hanging on purpose.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His words eliciting aflame butterflies in your stomach, kindling the yearning in your throbbing pussy.

"If you continue to behave so well, I might just reward you. Would you like that?”

Your brain felt like short circuiting for a few seconds, wrestling for anything to answer him with. It was hard to miss the insinuation he barely attempted to hide as violet eyes had darkened with lust. The shot of elictricity traveling through your body, only adding to the traitorous heat as it was clear what your body wanted.

You thought that you wanted it too. You wanted Gakuho to claim you for everything you had to offer so that you could be fully his. Somehow you couldn'r agree as easily though, a distant wave of destestation echoing somewhere in your heart.

He didn't intend to give you the chance to chase after that uneasy tremble within your feelings though, pulling you back to him before you could re-discover something that would only delay his plans that were within reach now.

"What does my good girl want right now? Just tell me and I'll give it to you."

A part of you was very well aware that he wanted you to wish for something very specific that would aid his own desires in that moment just as much. There was no such thing as a free will as much as there was an illusion of it with him. Gakuho was frighteningly good in the art of infiltrating someone's thoughts and coaxing them into acting the way he wished them to whilst leaving them under the impression that they were still acting on their own decisions. Your haircut had only been made because he had convinced you that this specific style suited you best.

A dull headache made itself apparent, only adding to your growing torment as your thoughts gained a life of their own, slipping out of your control and wriggling around inside your mind. Pieces of memories you had been trying to forget dug themselves up, images flashing before your inner eyes. There was a demon in each one of them, one staring at you with violet eyes that promised to devour your mind and soul until nothing would be left anymore.

How could you have-

"(y/n)."

His voice was bordering dangerously close on admonishment, the displeasure only subtly lacing his voice yet your ears could pick it up quite clearly. A new emotion blossomed inside your chest as you dared to look him in his eyes. Desperately you tried to search for any of the warmth you had seen just seconds ago but it had all but melted away, leaving you with nothing to detect his current feelings. He didn't give anything away, his expression more unreadable than a statue to you.

You were afraid.

But for all the wrong reasons. You didn't fear punishment or any consequences that might be afflicted upon you if you should displease him. No, it was a fear to displease and disappoint him. When exactly had you become so dependent on praises and affirmation from him?

"I'm sorry..."

Your voice was but a mere croak as those words left your mouth. A part of you recoiled when you heard yourself due to the sheer embarrassment of your pathetic demeanor but the sorrow you felt dwelling in your soul was stronger than the shame.

The silence that followed after your apology was painful, although most likely only for you. Gakuho, the one always in control of the atmosphere and people around him, was assessing you silently. There were still traces of your not so desirable denial left, even though he was pleased to see that his influence on you was still bigger than whatever silly resistance still welled in your heart.

"You're overthinking too much," he sighed, the vice around your heart loosening as the air became lighter, the previous tension slowly disintegrating. The fear still lingered though as you nodded, attempting to cut off your thoughts that fed the stress to your heart and mind.

The more you tried to will your thoughts away, the less manageable they became to you. A whiplash effect. They grew and sprouted, your agitated soul soil for them to form and grow.

The inner clash of emotions became plainly visible, especially to Gakuho. Your focus drifted away as you got lost in your thoughts again as it appeared to be too much for you to handle by yourself.

There was a look of overwhelmed fright in your eyes when you felt the cold touch of his hands again, sliding under the blouse you were wearing. You poor thing, lost in the harshness of your rapidly moving mind. Perhaps he should have made the choice for you from the very start as you were still not ready.

"Let me help you," his voice told you, his hands working to skillfully and swiftly unbotton your blouse as your bra was revealed to his sight. Your body had already made a decision if the needy pulse from within your pussy was anything to judge by. It was your head that threw you off though, triggering a nauseous guilt that didn't mix well with the growing heat within your core.

You could only watch as piece after piece of clothing was removed from you as well as him, your eyes appreciating his muscular torso whilst the sight simultanously triggered swirling dread in your mind.

Your heart felt light yet heavy within its frantic beats when your back made contact with silky sheets and a soft mattress, your hands resting on his chest the moment he was above you. You could feel his own heartbeat right beneath where your palm was resting, the composed rhythm of his own heart a contract to the drums of your own beat that you could sense and even hear. You didn't know whether you desired to push him away or pull him closer to you, the unsteadiness of your own feelings heightening your anxiety and stress.

You had wanted this and you still wanted this but the imagination of giving him the last thing he hadn't attained yet from you, the last thing you could still confidently call your own, suddenly transformed into a nightmare you didn't want to become reality. There would be nothing left for you if you would let him pluck away your innocence.

Was this really alright? Was this really what your heart wanted?

Goosebumps and warm tingles only testified that your body desired him as his hands trailed along your body, your stiff body unconsciously relaxing a bit when it felt his touch.

There was apprehension and conflict still in your gaze as your eyes followed the trail of his hands before looking at him. You looked upset more than anything, your inability to settle for a decision frustrating you. There was a silent question enciphered in those troubled orbs of his, one Gakuho didn't need long to decipher.

You wanted him to make the decision for you.

By believing yourself to be ill-equipped to make the right choice, you instead chose to place your trust in him by believing that he knew better than you. It was something he hadn't initially expected for you to express to him but it worked just as fine for him in that moment.

You closed your eyes for a moment as you withdrew your hands from his chest, taking deep breaths to force your muscles to relax. The tumult in your mind was still pestering you, tormenting you with the inability to quench the fright and stress.

Only the sensation of hands and lips traveling all over your body offered comfort, the icy touches against your heated skin a sensation that demanded attention even admist the silent chaos in your head. The tension got slowly drained from your body, the man above you seeming to know your body better than you as his fingers pressed into bundles of your nerves, coaxing your muscles to loosen.

A throaty groan slipped from your lips when you felt the pressure in your shoulders disappearing as he kneaded all the tension away. One of your eyes cracked open and the violet ones that stared right back at you frightened you for a while before you relaxed again. There was more trust in your eyes this time, your body less stressed after his help.

There was barely anything Gakuho needed to do as you offered him access to your neck willingly, savoring the coldness that caressed your pulse and tasted your skin. You could feel his lips curling into a satisfied smirk when he discovered a sensitive spot on your neck that had you squirming and grasping his shoulders for support when you felt teeth teasing the spot before biting down, sending yet another spark straight to your cunt that had you clenching around nothing.

“Your skin is so soft," you heard, and especially felt, him cooing against your neck, his rich and dulcet tone making your heart swoon effortlessly.

Your breath hitched, mostly with aroused anticipation as one of his hands finally decided to see for himself just how wet he had gotten you. What you had already perceived as cold touches felt downright icy against the hot throbbing of your cunt, your legs slightly shaking with the desire to press together as he started tracing your outher lips.

Still, there was a tint of something else beneath your arousal. Previous apprehension and a natural nervousness were still alive within you, your fingers twitching nervously.

His other hand found one of your twitching ones, interlacing his fingers with your own. You immediately squeezed his hands, your gaze quivering ever so subtly as you gazed at him with those quiet yet still present emotions.

There was a fondness in his eyes that had your heart gushing sweetly, a stupid giddiness that you were probably the only one who could awake such a rare softness inside of him even if you were fully aware that the little power you had over him, he had hundredfold over you.

"Trust me."

He didn't need to see the nod you gave him to confirm what he knew anyways as he eased a finger inside of your wet and tight hole, followed instantly by a second one.

The stretch that came with them might not have been anything huge but it was still more than enough to put you for a while on edge, the sensation foreign and unfamiliar, edging on uncomfortableness. You tightened your grip on his hand, your free one finding its way to his shoulder and gripping his form tightly to vent out some of the tension you felt, especially once he started moving inside of you.

Whilst it didn't hurt, the slight sting of his long fingers moving inside of you and stretching you initially wasn't something you could say you were enjoying either. Your knuckles had gone white with the tight grip you were applying to his hand and his shoulder, your lips pursed into a thin line as you tried to get used to the sensation of two fingers scissoring you from within your vagina.

"It's going to be alright. Just give it a few moments," he reassured you in a humming tone, pressing something you hoped to be a sweet kiss against your temple.

True to his words, the uncomfortable sting gradually ebbed away as your body got used to the stretch, your walls accomodating the slick fingers inside of you with more ease. You felt your breath growing heavier, all the troublesome thoughts spinning away from you the more you felt his fingers moving around inside your tight heat. It felt liberating, the growing pleasure only adding to the sweet relief as your focus shifted to the cold hand pleasuring you down there, your hips bucking carefully against his in an attempt to get him deeper inside of you.

A hair-rising glint appeared in his eyes when he noticed the movement of your hips, the corner of his lips tugging up into a subtle yet rather dark grin.

Wordlessly he added a third finger into your wet and hot mess, his lips on yours again, predatory and claiming. The whine you let out when his thumb found your neglected clit and drew tantalizing circles over it was swallowed by him, your walls clamping down on his fingers that were exploring and stroking parts you hadn't let anyone before him feel.

Your legs tried to trap his hand when he abruptly removed his fingers and hand from you, the feeling of loss leaving the now prominent emptiness inflamed but his own legs in between yours didn't allow for you to keep that joyous feeling within you.

Maybe a part of you would have felt inclined to feel embarrassed about the upset emotions of yours when he stopped pleasuring you and perhaps later on you would wish that you had felt that way right then.

You found it hard to re-gain your focus and thoughts though when you felt something much larger and harder pressing against that bleeding source of heat. You felt your heart tumbling with thrill and your pussy pulsing in demand.

The stretch was still prominent and much more intense despite the preparation Gakuho had given you beforehand as he eased his cock inside of your soaked hole, each inch leaving a raw yet pleasurable burn that forced sharp intakes of air out of you.

You were trembling by the time he bottomed out fully, lightheaded and dizzy from the long kiss and the feeling of him fully settled within your tight walls. Despite your body's craving for stimulation, neither of you moved for a while. You could sense his darkened eyes inspecting your reaction in consideration of your first time with him. You wanted to express your desire and your avid need after a few moments but couldn't grasp the right words even as you parted your lips in search for them.

"I know."

The warmth of reassurance was undeniable when you heard his words, the building frustration bursting like a bubble. Of course he knew. He always knew when it came to you.

Every thrust was smooth and deep as he set a slow pace, pulling out of you until only his tip was kissing your wet hole before slamming back until his hips met yours. Any moans and whimpers of you went unheard though, his lips barely separating from you in consuming kisses and aiding your growing dizziness.

All previous guilt was replaced with searing elation as you found yourself pressed beneath him, connected to him, in ways no one else would see you and vice versa. You relished in the feeling of his dick grazing your nerves, relished in the feeling of his cooler body heating up against you as he thrusted inside of you and how his hold on your hand was possessive yet somehow equally as intimate as everything else and in that moment you wished to always feel such stupid euphoria when with him.

Blistering heat kept on being fueled with every brush of his cock against your bundles of nerves, your whines gaining volume and judging by the way he picked up speed, you could tell that he was feeling it too.

A coil of burning pleasure came into existence within the pits of your stomach, each movement of his tightening the smoldering pressure inside you. It almost felt like you could sense the light at the end of the tunnel, spurring you on as your hips met his own with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin only another component within the symphony of muffled moans and groans.

"G-Gakuho, I think-" you tried to stutter out as you gasped for breath when he pulled momentarily away from your lips, giving you a few seconds to inhale oxygen before resuming the feverish kiss. You didn't need to say anything to him, he could already tell from the increased frequency of your walls pulsing tightly around him, embracing every inch and vein of his manhood.

Whilst you had a foreboding already, you weren't able to pinpoint when exactly you wouldn't be able to take anymore. The coil inside of you snapped unexpectantly, eliciting you to let out a barely suppressed shriek as waves of blinding bliss drowned every coherent thought inside of your mind that was still left there, your pussy weeping as you coated the sheets underneath you as well as his dick in the release of your ecstasy.

You barely had the focus left to feel that he was still fucking you through your pleasure before the vice-like grip of your cunt coaxed his own orgasm out of him, his release mixing with your own.

Your whole body was twitching, your chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high as every movement felt far more intense than it was. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage whilst you were panting for air, slowly gaining the ability to think back.

You wondered if you should say anything as you laid there, vulnerable and spent. Before your exposed heart could come up with anything though, you felt his member hardening again inside of you.

A small whine escaped your lips, emotionally and physically rather exhausted after everything. A lew chuckle vibrated through his chest when he heard your tiny protest, greedy eyes staring down at you.

"I understand that you're quite tired after everything but you don't have to do much. Just lay down and let me take care of everything."

[moonsaver]

hello! i'm here to drop some thoughts that have plagued my mind for quite a while now, idk if you can answer it or not but if you can't then it's fine. however if you can, i would be delighted (your writings are so good, ty for keeping my delulu brain well fed ❤️)

ok, have you considered abt yan!Sunday x yan!reader? bonus point if yan!reader is like some kind of servant or personal assistant etc. think about this, yan!reader, so eager to do anything to please Sunday, they are willing to do anything and *everything*, even ready to shed some blood or partake in some of the...more dirty works, as long as the rewards are praises being cooed out by Sunday or Sunday's hand patting their head. yan!reader, although knowing they are nothing but a mere puppet that Sunday could play with, relinquish themselves as they voluntarily become a nice little plaything, to be completely at Sunday mercy.

on Sunday side, he would definitely enjoy seeing yan!reader being so submissive and obedient, like a trusty and loyal guard dog. he could mold them however he liked and they would be so fast to obey without second thoughts, he could assign them a mission and they would finish it as soon as possible. submissive, compliant, obedient, these traits are what Sunday seeking for an assistant, it gave him a sense of power and dominance.

in public, everybody only sees Mister Sunday and his assistant. in the privacy of Sunday's office, yan!reader kneeled in front of Sunday, their face rubbed in between Sunday's lap as they begged for compliments for yet, another successful mission. Sunday only chuckled as he cooing out praises, his hand stroked their hair as if they are nothing more than a lap dog. that's okay though, judging on how yan!reader was so willing to do anything for their beloved, they would call themselves 'a lap dog', too.

Sunday's part was kind of short since i didn't have a grasp of his personality yet but i hope that this brainrot would plague your mind as much as it was plaguing mine. i'll come back with more brainrot, i assure you! until next time, ta-ta.

Hello anon! Please do drop by any thoughts you have. I like reading these. I like having a little peek into your brains' click clacks

As for Yan!sunday x yan!reader, I've had maybe.. 2 or so requests? It's not the first time I've come across the idea, no worries.

As for the idea itself.. to be honest, it just never stuck with me. In my brutal honesty I can't quite imagine it as anything else but like.. a really unhealthy but devoted relationship. Yanderes are all about the horror of desperation for me, and a lot of other factors. But i think I can see the vision with the desperate yan!reader.

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Yan!sunday i imagine is actually quite fervently in love. But this spin on his character is well within bounds. Someone who ends up actually using another obsessive character, aka yan!reader as their errand-runner, and have them do all the dirty work he would usually have to get his hands stained for. I imagine at first he's disturbed, but finds some consensus with yan!reader, and "entertains" their whims. He gives them some affection, and has them running out like a headless chicken doing the work assigned.

At some point, both of you are stained endlessly with sins, and blood does not wash from your skin. Both of you are bound to each other by secrets too messy and scandalous to ever burden someone else with. Both of you are akin to a cursed keeper, lips locked with secrets, and somewhere along the lines, Yan!sunday finds himself spouting devoted nonsense into yours. Both of you may as well fall into this neverending spiral of sins, and damn those who dared to stain his Family, and the world he works so hard to protect.

If anything, the loneliness of the sins seeping into his bones is relinquished by you. You and your weak smile and your obsessive eyes, your chapped lips and cracked nails with dry blood in the valley of your nailbed.

In the end, yan!sunday ends up loving you, or at least, obsessing over you, because now you're the only person who understands. Who knows. And you've seen the ugliest crooks of his halo and the dead secrets Penacony hides, and you love him anyway. It's a neverending dance for sinners who may never see the light of redemption soon. The feast is over and the curtain's call comes, and his wings are stained with your blood, and your lips are stained with his sin. Who, in the end, pays the price?

[k4shibe]

SUMMER WINE — JOHNNY JOESTAR+GYRO ZEPPELI

summary, my hc of what johnny and gyro(seperate) would be like during sex but probably very ooc

content, afab/amab reader, 18+!!, oral, bondage, praise/degrading, public sex, toys, teasing, toys under clothes, breeding?, creampie, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!!)

note, shoutout to shower thots for ideas🫶🏼not proofread!!

word count, 622

johnny joestar

i feel like he’d be sooo vanilla tbh hes also a switch

he’s into very light bdsm, like him tying you up in pretty baby blue ribbon, a sight only he could see which would turn him on sm

VERY into praise!!! both giving n receiving. praise is his biggest kink and makes him hard as a rock,,,,

loves cockwarming after sex !! just keeping his cum in your sex after long hours of passionate sex.

your the love of his life so he values u alot. so degrading would be very light unless ur into it.

if you really wanted to he would be resistant at first, quickly get in to degrading seeing how you tighten around him.

his dick is pretty average. although its a few inches bigger than average its not too special.

his dick has a few pubes and is shaved weekly. (his tip is #D48E85 and he has a vein on the side of it thats vv sensitive, it slightly curves to the right)

if u have a pussy he loves playing with it, playing with your clit is his favorite thing to do and he loves seeing how much u cum from it ❤️ his fingers work too, (obviously). he loves fingering you, under your panties, in the shower, mostly anywhere he loves the feeling of ur walls around his fingers.

if you have a dick, he loves sucking your dick. the way your expression changes turns him on sm and the feeling of ur cum in his mouth is such a great feeling for him.

he loves oral in general afab or amab he dosent care !!

gyro zeppeli

oh god. hes such a tease its not even funny

he loves showing off his dick, its longer than it is thicker but its a decent girth.

he’s only a bit bigger than average, and he shaves when he feels like it, which is never. (his tip is #DC938E, 2 veins one near his tip and another near the bottom of his base)

he’s such a bitch, he wont let you cum whilst having like a toy in you whilst he’s playing with your sensitive spots.

if you do cum he “punishes” you by making you finger your ass in-front of him. he loves seeing you do humiliating things.

he loves the idea of public sex. like in a public bathroom or a party, secretly touching your sex under a table or something like that.

loves creampies. he loves cumming inside you and putting a butt plug up your ass to keep his cum inside you for sometime. bonus points if your going out and he has a butt plug in your cum-filled ass

would fuck you infront of johnny if you were down, he dosent care because everyone knows he’s a man whore

hes willing to do mostly anything you want but he prefers being on top

if you have a dick, he loves masturbating together with you, like facing each other and seeing you avoid his gaze with a look of embarrassment makes him sooo horny. seeing u submissive and humiliated is such a turn on for him bc it boosts his ego a lot. he has alot of rizz so he can make you cum only from his dirty words.

if you have a pussy, he loves cumming in you, or having you squirt on his face. he loves cum in general. if you want him too he can fill you up with his firm and its sooo good!! he either stops to admire the view or keeps fucking your cum-filled pussy relentlessly. he also loves when you sit on his face, and how great it feels to have your juices on him.

im sorry this got lazy

[radfemsiren]

i think there are far, far too many women into rape and other abusive things than can be excused with severe trauma alone. fundamentally i think its a matter of socialization, the way male=active=dominant/ female=passive=submissive has been the model for nearly all interactions between men and women for thousands of years, especially in a sexual context.

women's sexuality is constructed as receptive and men's as proactive. in this context, a man raping a woman is not only normal given the model but also encouraged as it is seen as the man losing control with his desire, and 'claiming' her, which ofc, women will find flattering, as being desired is the pinnacle of womanhood. not only that but since women are socialized to not be proactive, the idea of actively desiring someone is uncomfortable to them.

we have so many young, inexperienced women with low self esteem, interpreting even violent attention as flattering, we can see how even something like rape and abuse can be given several flattering meanings. not only that but i feel like women are collectively traumatized by the ever present threat of male violence hanging over their heads. its easier to interpret that as being desired, as being part of the destiny of any woman, so why not embrace it on their own terms? this recontextualizes what male violence means to them personally, but obviously reinforces it in other ways.

there's a quote by dworkin that sums it up if taken in a sexual context:

"We have a double standard, which is to say, a man can show how much he cares by being violent -- see, he's jealous, he cares -- a woman shows how much she cares by how much she's willing to be hurt; by how much she will take; how much she will endure."

the final thing i want to say is that i really don't know how we as an oppressed class will deal with this. because women are simply not willing to let go, its ruining their 'fun' as someone put it. all the reasons and pleading in the world isn't going to stop them. the social structures are built too strongly into all of us idk how we're gonna get out. this ended up being long so ty for reading

I agree with all of this! A lot of it is socialization and coping with male violence. Women are so deeply socialized to be passive, esp in bed, that a lot of us end up not even knowing what we find attractive or actively want to engage in with the other person. Just what we want done to us. It makes it hard to develop a healthy sex life with this severe disconnect, living through the eyes and wants of the man and not our own desires. You don’t have to be “dominant” in bed or anything, but it’s not healthy to be so lost that you don’t know what you desire yourself to actively do with your partner, and just want to have the sex “be done to you.”

And yes! These rape fantasies are definitely recontexualizing male violence and the guilt of female desire. It’s not lost on me that the woman often “gives in” and enjoys what’s happening in these stories… this is not really an accurate depiction of a rape, but rather women feeling guilt from wanting sex and taking away initial consent to remedy this. They are held hostage by the shame of their sexuality, and choosing flattery instead fear to react to male violence. They see themselves being chased and decided it’s better to act like it’s because they are a prize, instead of a prey animal.

It is hopeless to think about, but just remember that consumers of these “dark fantasy” books and “pro ship” fanfic are in the minority! I see a huge amount of women and girls being disgusted by these stories being pushed, so I think our relationship to our sexuality is healing, little by little! ❤️

[saaraahka]

You post a lot of things wondering when you're going to be loved by someone so let me ask: What active steps are you taking to be what you deem loveable and desirable? How are you preparing yourself for that future domme? You can always make that your own to-do list until that special someone is around to write one for you. Best of luck in finding them!

Hii anon and what a lovely ask and set of good and important questions to think of!

So I think a short answer to both questions is i actively try to do and learn to be better at, to at least in my mind to become more loveable and desirable is,

being kinder to myself when trying but not achieving what id like and see it as a learning oportunity not only a failure from my part.

Being more talkative and creating strategies for myself on how to interact with women even when it is just something like saying hi which for me is harder than i can describe and verbal communication is extremely hard for me. With texting it's easier but still mostly involve staring at my keyboard anxiously spending days not getting anywhere.

I try use the skills I have to be useful and helpful in other women's everyday life although still trying to learn how to comunicate this and understand how and when to offer and if it is somethingthat would be appreciated. Although for me this mostly limited to cooking and baking for others and helping with practical things in the limited way I can.

And I try do and experience as much as I can on my own to get at least a sense of what it feels like for me and if it is something I'd like to explore with someone else.

More than anything (i believe) submission is not about actions more than leaving control to someone else and trust them with my needs being met while also meeting theirs. Maybe it makes it hard to prepare myself for a unknown potential future domme but I feel it's the honest way to approach it myself.

And ofc being as shy and insecure and hesitant as I am to social situations and i teraction with women dommes even more so, I still have a lot to work on just to feel like I have something to offer. Since well I feel like a good level of trust can only from in a close relationship (platonic or other). And this obviously doesn't mean trying to become someone I'm not but also I need to be able to show someone how much they mean to me and have to be able to have conversations were I'm considered an active part. Will all of this help me find that special someone I have no idea but I can only try.

Ugh was going to be a short answer. But also have no idea what I'm doing or what steps would be best to focus on in what order or what traits a domme would appreciate in me... so yeah any help and thoughts welcome.

Um anyway ty for the ask and hope this makes sense ❤️

[wingsdippedingold]

"thirdly—and this is the big one—i was not happy with manon being retconned into an asian woman, and this hugely impacted the way i viewed manorian’s dynamic. as an asian woman myself, seeing sjm canonically describe manon as a white woman in the entire series before depicting her as east asian in the Fanart That Shall Not Be Named to try and get the readers vying for diversity off her back was so astonishing to me. to think that she really believed with her whole heart that she could just substitute a whole different race for a white character so she could say “look i’m not racist actually!” was just 🫤. the ignorance of that woman is quite literally unbelievable to me. and it’s so much more frustrating because why didn't she just make manon asian from the start??? but anyways, clearly she didn’t think that ✨ethnicity swap✨ through because now i look at manon, an asian woman who is characterized as tough and unyielding (which is what made me love her), becoming pretty submissive to dorian, a cocky white man, and i get suuuuch an ick. this is something that i’ve often seen portrayed in media and not talked about nearly enough—where asian women are harmfully stereotyped as ‘meek’ and ‘submissive’ to men, especially white men, who often fetishize asian women for this assumption of docility and total submission to them. then people go and post things like “omg i love seeing dorian top manon he’s so hot 🥵” and “manon takes no shit from anyone except when it comes to dorian 😌” and i'm like noooo ty ❤️ keep those posts away from me ✋🏼." - @sharpen-your-blade

thank you so much for putting this in to words because she did the same shit with Amren. She describes her as ambiguous so if someone wanted to maker he poc SJM could just snatch it up (tbf she was describes as borderline plain which is how she loves to describe poc so many she was one from the start)

[kissesandarsenic]

Do you like to control men and make them your toys? To this degree, I feel as if you are enjoying turning them into slaves to look at them, but if anyone asked you to compel him, would you do so and compel him?

It's one of my favourite things to do ❤️

The idea that I can just type out a little command and make a man (or any gender for that matter) cum, edge or ruin along with all sorts of other depraved acts is absolutely delicious to me.

Not one hundred percent certain what you mean by compel, but I love messing with Dominant folk and making them unlock a submissive side of themselves. It's so fucking satisfying to see them cave and become willing and obedient. Desperate and begging on their hands and knees for whatever it is I'll give them, ugh. The idea of them getting so worked up they cry for it? It's the best high I can think of.

I also indulge in darker thoughts of coercing submissive beahviour as well. I love CNC after all.

Tying a toy up and edging them until they're drunk on pleasure and can't remember what it was they were complaining about. Taking someone who fucking loathed me to begin with and training them into a mindless thrall? By the end I want them to worship the very ground I walk on.

At it's core, I want to be adored 💋

[bullet-prooflove]

Heyyy I asked for Bode NSFW Alphabet! Can you do B D E Y Z? Thanks love ❤️🔥

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

I think due to his time incarcerated Bode could not deal with having restraints in the bedroom. I think it would really fuck with him. When he does submit to his partner I think he would hold his wrists, one crossed over the other above his head as a gesture as a symbol of that restraint. He wouldn’t move from his position unless he’s ‘allowed’ to.

However I do think he would enjoy a blindfold, maybe a silk eye mask could be something. I think he’s a very sensual person and that would be something he’d be very into especially if his partner was bestowing tender kisses all over his body.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

I imagine he would be the more submissive of the two, he’s been forced into a lot of dominant roles during his time in prison and I think that submitting to someone, trusting them would be a huge relief for him. His partner would be a very soft Dom, someone who builds him up, tells him how good he is, how he deserves his pleasure. He flourishes under that tenderness and it builds his confidence making him feel safe and loved.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

I honestly feel like after prison, this is a journey of self discovery for Bode because he doesn’t know what he likes. I think sex before that was with Kara and that was usual teenage stuff. After that he steered towards addiction so everything else was getting fucked, while he was fucked. With the right partner he now has the space to learn what he liked and to try new things.

I can easily see him coming to his partner with a new idea, something he’s seen, read or heard about and being can we try this whilst being a little shy. I could also see him accidently discovering thing like when she runs her hands through his hair, she tugs just a little and he realises that gets him off.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

His first name is a big one because in prison it’s mostly last names, it’s a way of de-humaising people, reducing their identity. He loves hearing you say his name. He likes it when you call him baby as well, I think it gives him a sense of belonging, he loves the affectionateness of it.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

He loves it when you kiss his thighs, he’s very sensitive there and the light brushing of your lips makes him feel like he’s cherished. Kissing his neck always gets him in the mood, especially if your hands are in his hair.

[johnwickb1tsch]

do you think John tied Helen up? Do you think she asked him to? I need a fic of this !!

You know...John lived such a violent [if not interesting] life, I picture his marriage with Helen being super sweet and vanilla, and him just loving it. Maybe because she's kinda sassy in the very limited picture we get of her, I have trouble picturing her asking for it. Like, she doesn't seem submissive? If anything John seems to follow her, happily. I can definitely picture some chasing, lol, and some holding down, but I just can't picture the tying up, it doesn't track for me. But, that's just me. There are many amazing authors here who might oblige you, Nonnie! ❤️❤️

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