#cw dumbification

[b-lairington]

Dumb Little Thing | Mike Schmidt

☆ : dumbification(hopefully, it's my first time writing for this kink), overstimulation, cockwarming, creampie, hinted/mentioned multiple orgasms, very brief but also cnc if u squint, mentioned foreplay, dom!mike schmidt,

requested by anon

It's not often that Mike gets a day off, working countless overtime shifts in order to make ends meet.

When he finally catches a break, he's using that time to blow off steam, letting out all his frustrations by using you.

With your face pressed into the matress, your back arched, and moans muffled into the fabric of the sheets, he had it. Your hole is clenching tightly around his cock, milking him for all the cum he could give possibly give you.

"Fuuuckkkk, Miikkeeee....!" You cried, whimpering out as you couldn't form any other words, your mind was practically scrambled as Mike continued to fuck his cock deeper into your cunt. His tip continued to nudge your cervix. He was so deep inside he almost had the air in your lungs knocked out. You wanted to beg for more, for him to go faster, but all that came out was a mewl and whine.

"Yeah? Can't say shit?"

He slapped your thigh, a pink print left behind while he grabbed your hair and tugged on it. Your legs were shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up, your back pressed up against his chest. He starts kissing your neck, his hands groping whatever they could reach. His fingers eventually make it to your nipples, playing with them as the movements of his hips moving start up again.

Your own hips ache with the positions he's had you in, your stomach dips as his fingers eventually reached your pussy. Your clit is overly sensitive from earlier foreplay, you almost fall forward as he starts to play with it.

"M-.. Mike-! Mike..!" You want to say something, you want him to fuck harder and faster, you want him to make you cum, but you can't make out words as your own breathing picks up a faster pace.

Your cum and slick allows for his cock to glide in and out so smoothly, the angle at which he has you in only intensifies the amount of pleasure he's giving you.

"You dumb little thing.." He groans out, seeing how fucked out he has you, how stupid you've become on his cock. "So fucked out on my dick, aren't you?", he whispered into your ear.

You can't even say anything other than his name as you're reaching another climax, pussy throbbing around his dick.

"Gonna cum?" He asked, pushing you onto the mattress, your chest hitting the bed, face into the sheets again. All you could do was let out a muffled cry, the overstimulation was reaching a peak within you, it was painful but overpowered by the sensation of pleasure. It was an overwhelming feel, but you needed it, you craved it because you didn't know when the next time would come.

"Oh, you dirty girl." Mike groans, you came, pussy spasms around his length. All strength in your body is gone, it doesn't take longer before your boyfriend is cumming into your used cunt. The hot sensation of his cum flowing into your pussy had you panting more.

Everything after that is a blur.

Mike doesn't pull out, instead, he falls to your side and hugs you from behind. The mixed combination of both yours and his cum sits at the base of his dick.

"Aren't you such a good dumb doll?" He kisses your neck. You barely hear what he says before his cock is ramming in and out of you again.

#fnaf smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #cw dumbification #cw overstimulation

[goroushis]

CAN’T HOLD BACK!

⌦ [ SUMMARY ] how they like to cum inside!

⌦ [ INCLUDING ] al haitham ; itto ; gorou ; heizou

⌦ [ WARNINGS ]

afab reader ; breeding/creampies ; begging ; mentions of multiple creampies [itto] ; slight dumbification ; teasing ; minors dni!

⌦ [ AL HAITHAM ] at the same time as you!

al haitham can’t help but feel his breath catch in his chest every time he ruts his hips into yours. the rapid, slick sound of every wet smack boggles in his head and drives him insane as he pants heavily above you. his cock twitches and throbs when your walls tighten around him, his body begging for release just from the fact that he knows you’re close, too.

“fuck- get tighter like that and i might just cum,” al haitham grunts out brokenly with his fingers digging into your thighs, his climax ticking closer in his body in tandem with yours. “know you’re close.. gonna give it to me?”

your whimpered mewls of ‘yes, yes!’ are enough to have him tipping over the edge, eyebrows furrowed with shallow groans falling from his lips as he fucks into you faster. by the time you’re right on the edge, he can’t possibly hold it back any longer.

it’s with your walls tightening around him one last time that he finally cums, grunts and ragged curses of ‘fuck, cumming…’ tumbling from his chest as he spills ribbons of white inside of you. just the sheer mess of slick from the two of you covering his shaft and his hips is enough to have him licking his bottom lip and wondering how to get even more from you.

⌦ [ ITTO ] round after round!

it’s like itto doesn’t have a stamina limit in his body. maybe it’s the part oni that makes him so insatiable, able to go round after round in position after position - but at this point it’s been god knows how many times. he’s addicted to the way you feel around him, the sounds you make when he fucks into you a certain way, or just the look of your fucked-out, dazed face that has him needing more of you.

“hah- made a big mess down there, huh?” itto sneers brashly, heavy hips rocking into you faster at just the lewd sight of his cum from previous rounds smothering your skin. the aching twitch in his cock won’t fade, pleasure burgeoning with every press of his cock into the hilt of your pussy. “think there’s room for some more, yeah? just one more…”

you could count how many times itto’s said ‘just one more round’, but from the fatigue glimmering in his eyes and the raggedness lacing his breath - you can tell this is the last one. so naturally, he’ll make sure it’s the best one of the night.

“g’na fill you up like you deserve, yeah? lemme fuck this pussy full,” itto grunts pantingly between a grin, fingers digging into your waist taut as the heavy smacks of his hips against yours get sloppy and quick. it’s with rasped groans and his hips fully bottomed out that he finally cums for the last time, ropes of white seeping out around his shaft and spilling onto the sheets. he can’t help but bargain and promise to clean the bed if you let him do it all over again tomorrow.

⌦ [ GOROU ] while he’s kissing you!

gorou just can’t resist how soft your lips feel along his, your tongue gliding and flicking so tantalizingly - he swears it’s almost enough to make him cum untouched. but the moment that he slips the head of his cock between your walls, it’s as if a flip switches.

“oh, oh, my- oh god,” gorou whines out breathily, and it’s like his hips drive forwards and backwards on their own. he gets so lost in the rhythmic smacks and the feeling of your walls enveloping him slickly, his hands pawing at your body to keep you stable as he rocks into you in time with every sharp wag of his tail. “i-it’s so good, can’t.. can’t hold back, god you feel so good.”

his tongue slips eagerly out of his mouth as he pants against your lips, as if he’s just begging you to let him kiss you. and when you do, he gets so entranced in the flick of your tongue against his that his hips rut hard enough to shake the bed frame and have you falling into dumbness along with him - he can’t help how good you feel, after all.

the sheer slickness of your cunt around him is enough to get him on the edge, but the final push for gorou is the way your tongue suddenly glides into his mouth. whiny mutters of ‘gonna cum, oh god, oh god!’ fill your mouth before he bottoms out, gasps leaving his lips as ribbons of white spill between your walls. he’ll rut his hips a few more times, asking if he can maybe kiss you just a little bit longer.

⌦ [ HEIZOU ] after you beg for it!

heizou can't deny how turned on he gets from the cute little reactions you have to his teases. the glimmering need in your eyes, the ragged hitch in your every moan, and the way your body keens closer for him as he rocks his hips into you is his weakness.

"c'mon lemme hear, just admit how much you love it," heizou smirks out the words with a rasped lilt, a tantalizing glint in his eye as he teases you with slow ruts of his hips. he'll urge you to watch the languid push and pull of his cock between your hips, refusing to give you what you want until you say it.

it's at your tearful, whimpered pleads of 'faster, please.. want you to cum inside..' that heizou finally picks up the pace with a sneered, "mhm, was that so hard?" he obliges with quick snaps of his hips, lewd smacks and panted groans rattling through the room as he gives you exactly what he knows you want.

his cock twitches inside of you with each rock of his hips, his torso and abs flexing harshly as he pants breathily, "gonna cum, you want it? yeah? say it.." it's when you beg over and over in whiny succession that he finally snaps his hips forwards, his body shuddering and voice cracking as ropes of white spill between your walls. with the last few slow rocks of his hips, he can't help but think about all the other ways he can tease you next time.

2022 GOROUSHIS. please do not copy/repost this work.

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[saetoshis]

[‹ FILTHY LOVE! ›] JING YUAN

[‹ SUMMARY ›] as time comes to pass, you start to realize the general you’re so fond of is a much less morally upstanding man when he’s in bed!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, filthy filthy sex, pervy!jing yuan, cunnilingus, a little bit of fingering, teasing / begging, sir kink, lots of praise [smart girl, good girl, pretty thing], a little dumbification, mentions of overstimulation, creampie, minors + ageless dni!

you never would’ve guessed this.

you never would’ve guessed that such an imperious, upstanding, highly respectable general would be doing what he’s doing to you right now.

you look down to find white wisps of hair fluttering against your stomach with his nose rubbing against your clit, all while his tongue is buried deep enough inside of you to pull noises out of your chest that you didn’t even know you could make.

"f-fuck... jin-" broken mutters of curses and his name fall out of your mouth in succession with his every miniscule movement. his hands feel hot on your skin as he drags his palms down your hips to wrap your thighs around his head, little groans leaving his lips right up against your cunt. you breathlessly pant out, "satisfied enough yet?"

"mm-" jing yuan hums out in almost a rasped growl as he nuzzles his nose against your clit and delves his tongue a little deeper between your walls, just to test his - and your limits. his fingers dig into your thighs a little harder when he passionately grunts out, "never. not in a million years..."

jing yuan trades his tongue for his fingers as he curls them right against the spot he knows makes you lose your mind, his mouth trailing kisses up your torso before finding its way to your neck. he's so smooth and fluent with every motion, as if he knows exactly what drives you crazy.

"j-just put it in, already... can't wait anymore," you mutter out in a pitifully whiny tone, your hips grinding up against his hand and he just can't help but smirk as he appreciates how needy you are for him. he's got you wrapped around his finger, he knows that much.

"good, polite girls add a 'please' at the end, don't they?" jing yuan wants to drag this out for as long as possible, if only just to see the little tears brimming in your eyes as you beg and plead for what you want. he's giving you a pearled smirk and a little glare of amusement, and you know what he wants to hear.

"p-please, sir. please, general..." your voice comes out like a breathy whisper as you shudder in anticipation on the sheets beneath him, desperation creeping up in your body second by second. you graze your hand against his cheek with a honey-sweet, "w-want you..."

"oh, smart girl... knew you could do it," jing yuan almost purrs out the words as he kisses you, exchanging heavy breaths as he slips the head of his cock between your walls. the sensation makes the two of you gasp, inhaling each other's air in tandem with your tingling nerves. "yeah, there it is... feels good, doesn't it?"

"mhm, mhm," you hum out and nod fervently, the euphoria that you were chasing finally spreading through your body like an instant flame. you feel him filling you up more and more, and you shudder when the head of his cock hits that sensitive patch in your walls. "ah- mm..."

"right there, hm? is this where you want me to fuck? right here?" jing yuan's finger grazes against your abdomen, right where the tip of his cock is pressing up into you. he lets out a little sneer when you nod and mumble in response, his hips rutting into you at a slow, calculated pace. "oh, you're so pretty just like this..."

"little... faster, please?" you ask him with glimmers of lust in your eyes and the sweetest pleading expression on your face, and he just can't possibly say no to you now. he's teased you enough already...

"way to ask like a good girl," jing yuan praises you between a little smirk, hands wrapping under your back and caressing your torso as he fucks into you quickly enough to make your head crane back. you let out a slew of incomprehensible moans, and his pride burgeons in his chest each time you let out a little sound in time with his thrusts. he lets out a little tease, "so polite for me, aren't you?"

"m-mhm, your polite girl," you mumble and parrot back, your eyes filled with nothing but desire as you watch him with low eyelids. each heavy rut of his hips prompts a jolt of bliss to shock up your spine, and you become simply absorbed in his touch - almost intoxicated.

"does my smart girl need a reward? hm?" jing yuan teases as he flits his tongue over his lips, his eyebrows starting to tense up from the pleasure wracking his body. every little sound you let out, every time you tighten up around his cock from the praise he gives you - he absorbs the memory of it all, locking it away for safekeeping. this is exactly how he wants you... all the time, just like this.

"y-yeah, reward..." you mumble and hum happily as you start to lose your mind in pleasure, hips grinding back into him and nudging his cock even deeper inside of your cunt. bliss heats up like a pool inside your chest, just waiting for one more rough snap of his hips for it to burst. "c-close, m' close..."

"that so, pretty thing?" jing yuan is enraptured by how your eyes roll back in your head, your frame starting to shake beneath him as that euphoria starts to climb up, and up, and up in your body. he knows you're just one more second away, one more press of his cock against your walls away from letting go. with a wide smirk and a tightened grip on your thighs, he rasps out, "then, show me..."

his tone is enough to send you reeling over the edge, pleasure washing over you in hot bursts and tingles as you shudder and whimper out little mewls of his name followed by a slew of pleads. every heavy rut of his hips makes you shake harder, legs keening together in overstimulation.

"mm- there you go, just like that... think you need another reward, too?" jing yuan murmurs as he grunts and pants a little more raggedly, his grip on your thighs tightening as he spreads them apart again. his eyebrows furrow as his mouth hangs open, his movements getting a little sloppy and desperate now.

"mhm..." you hum and nod in need, intense passion and lust shimmering in your eyes as you hold him even closer up against your chest. he chuckles between groans as he dips his head to the side, pressing messy kisses and flicks of his tongue against the curve of neck.

"since you've been so good..." jing yuan rasps the words right up against your ear, breathy moans and quickened grunts tumbling from his mouth as he fucks into you faster to chase his own high. the feeling burgeons in his cock before it twitches between your walls, his abdomen shuddering with every pulsing tingle as he shoots out ribbons of white inside of you. "hah- oh, shit..."

the two of you pant heavily as you stay connected for a little, breathing each other's air and holding on tight. shallow breaths fade into chuckles of pleasure as you slowly ride out the euphoria, a giddy smile on your face as you look at him.

"was that satisfactory, general?" you tease him, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes with a little pleased look in your eyes.

jing yuan smirks back, leaving a soft kiss on your lips before he mumbles, "mm, not quite. i think i'll need some more data before i can come to a proper conclusion..."

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not repost, copy, or translate.

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[hanasnx]

You get all prettied up to go break up with your lover, ANAKIN SKYWALKER, because things have gotten too complicated. You’re not sure why you did it, showering and shaving chin to toe, applying your best scents and most expensive makeup, wearing your most form fitting outfit— a personal favorite of his. Maybe it’s to let him down easy in some way, give him something nice to look at while you break it off. He doesn’t take it well; the event ends with his dick bullying it’s way into your wet cunt, rearranging your insides. Teaching you to try to leave him, as if he’d let you, as if you’d last past a day without begging for this cock. How easy it was to flip you over and take what he wants, all because you’re that desperate for him to. That's why you got all dressed up, isn't it? Came all this way to taunt him with what he can't have? What did you think was gonna happen? Don't be stupid, are you stupid? Yes, yes you are. A dumb little hole, who else is gonna want you if you pull stupid stunts like this? This was a ploy for attention. Now trails of wet makeup stain your cheeks, your hair a ratted mess. You wanted to feel special dangling it over his head. Don't worry, angel, he'll fuck that need right out of you.

#break up fantasy #anakin #cw dumbification #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker thought #anakin skywalker imagine #smut #anakin smut #anakin x reader smut #anakin x you smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x gn!reader #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x you smut #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x gn!reader smut #x gn!reader #reader insert #no y/n #anakin x reader #anakin x you

[rinneverse]

OAKIE BBIE ! congrats on 300 million gajillion woooo 🥳🥳🥳🥳 !! m here for ur littl event mweheheh :3:3 cld i ask for al haitham ++ D, I, nd K from da nsfw alphabet pwetty pls !

COCOOOO WAHH THANK U!!! <3333 ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ and yuuusss ofc huehuehue

a part of my ongoing 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] AL HAITHAM + D, I, & K !

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw exhibitionism, threesome mention, creampie/breeding mention, dumbification, fem!reader

— d ; dirty secret!

alhaitham would never admit it, but the thought of kaveh catching the two of you in the act is something that makes his heart race. it's why even when he hears the telltale knock at the door, signaling his roommate's return, he doesn't stop ravaging your body—in fact, he tries even harder to pull the sweetest of melodies out of you. you're too wracked with pleasure to even notice.

he also thinks that sharing you with kaveh might be a thing he would be into. he'll never say it out loud, though.

— i ; intimacy!

ohhhhhhh, he is sickeningly romantic. for someone who seems so... carefully neutral all the time, once he falls in love with you — you've got him wrapped around your little finger. this is especially true when it comes to sex: he prefers positions where he can look at you and watch you fall apart around him.

— k ; kink(s)!

breeding. first thing that came to mind, methinks. nothing beats the sight of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. it drives him insane—and to him, nothing is more logical proof that you are his and his alone than this.

this also may be me projecting but i think he would be a lil' into dumbification. reducing you to a babbling mess is his end goal—nothing says his baby is feeling amazing more than the pretty crystalline tears that run down your cheeks as you mindlessly cry out his name!

"h-hai—thaaam!" you squeal, fingers clutching at alhaitham's broad shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress, his bodyweight heavy on top of yours. he grunts in response, the lewd squelching of your pussy loud in your ears as he just doesn't stop.

"you can take it, darling. just one more for me," alhaitham rumbles above you, grabbing your hands in his to intertwine them tightly as he folds you into the plush comforter.

"please, please, s'too much!" you wail, tears of pleasure gathering in your eyes as you feel every drag of his cock in your gummy walls. it's driving you insane. alhaitham presses his forehead to yours before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

it's when he hears it—the jingling of keys at the front door, a gentle knock, kaveh's faint voice announcing his arrival—and he suppresses a grin as he nips at your bottom lip.

"just a little bit more."

he punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, watching your mouth fall open in pleasure. the sight is lovely, he thinks, his darling girlfriend reduced to a complete mess underneath him.

he lets go of one of your hands in favor of playing with your clit, drawing tight circles on the sensitive nub. the sensation has you seeing stars and you don't know how much longer you'll last like this.

he has you creaming so prettily all over his cock in no time, a satisfied smile on his face as he holds you close through your orgasm. the sight is burned in his memory—and he thinks that he would do anything just to keep you here with him, even if it meant bringing down the moon and the stars and the planets, all for you.

hehe. dik

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #cw dumbification #cw breeding #☆ oakie writes #☆ c.alhaitham #oakie hit 300! ☆ #i had to physically stop myself from adding more to the drabble. any more and i wouldve gotetn carried away

[frenchfrywrites]

Purr-egnancy mood swings

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top dom amab reader, trans man sub bottom pregnant Satan, pet play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, piss, anal, dumbification, (nonverbal) subspace, little spit

Terms used for Satan: chest, tits, cunt, pussy, entrance, hole, asshole, vagina

Thank you to @arloheart for the commission!! and thank u for trusting me enough to let me have creative control over most of this <3

One second you’re peacefully holding Satan in your arms, cuddling him like you’ve been doing for the past couple hours while he reads. The next, he’s flinging his book halfway across the room, startling you with the loud crash that occurs from the action. 

He’s huffing angrily, the tips of his ears red, gritting his teeth like the book committed an atrocity against him. 

“Um… how’s the book?” you ask, regretting the question as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“Not. Good,” he spits out each word, coating them with a venomous tone. You bring your hands to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles.

Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, and his pregnancy has made him more moody than ever. He turns around in your lap straddling you to keep himself steady, being careful of his swollen belly, curling his fists into your shirt tightly. He looks close to tears with how upset he is.

He’s one trimester in, and has most of his family walking around on eggshells. It’s not something Satan takes delight in, but he truly cannot control the violent oscillations between his emotional states. You move your hands from his shoulders up to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Let's think about something other than the book?” you propose when he is unable to calm down. “Or,” you tug softly at the hair on the back of his skull, making him look up at you, “maybe you shouldn’t think about anything at all, huh kitty?”

You watch in real time how the tension he’d been holding so tightly onto melts from his body. His pupils dilate with excitement, and a smile works its way across his face.

“Yes,” he sighs happily, his mood again swings, this time from angered to blissed out in record time. His legs clench around your waist, and he grinds himself against you.

“Do you want to dress up, kitten?” he nods, clenching his fists tighter into your shirt, but due to excitement rather than anger now. “Okay,” you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “go get your things, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Satan nods, leaning in to kiss you again, “don’t keep me waiting too long, beloved,” he tells you  with that faux-innocent smile of his. His words could be misunderstood as a warning, but you know him well enough to know it’s a plea. With that, he hauls himself off your lap, holding onto his belly gently as he heads to where he keeps his things. You’re next to leave, hurrying out of his room, hoping no one runs into you while your dick is half hard. 

You grab a glass of water and some snacks for later, knowing he’ll want them but won’t want you to leave once you’re with him. Then, you rush back to his room, hoping that you haven’t kept him waiting for long. 

When you return, you find Satan sitting with several items strewn across the bed. He’s curled in on himself, sniffling softly.

“Satan?” you attempt to get his attention softly, setting down what you’d grabbed on the bedside table. He lifts his head, revealing he’d been crying. You’re by his side in an instant, hauling him into your lap again, so you can embrace him. 

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask, placing a hand gently against his belly. 

“No, I-” he hiccups, “I didn’t think you’d come back is all,” he explains, his tears subsiding as he returns your embrace. You let out a startled laugh, relief flooding through your body that this is just the result of another mood swing. Bringing your other hand to his face, you wipe his tears from his flushed cheeks.

“Well I’m here, and I want to see you with some pretty cat ears, how’s that sound?” you ask, removing your hand and reaching for said accessory. Satan gives you a wobbly grin, nodding his head eagerly.

Carefully you help him clip them onto his head, “so cute,” you finish with a kiss to the tip of his nose, and Satan flushes. 

“Okay to keep going?” you ask, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. He nods,

“Yes,” he sounds both breathless and soothed, “if you stopped now I think I’d have a fit,” he jokes. Except the both of you know there’s more truth than he’d like to admit in his words. 

With a grin, you help him out of his shirt, revealing his swollen belly and his perky tits that have been gradually filling with milk as his pregnancy continues. You take them into your hands, rubbing his nipples with your thumbs as you massage them. Satan lets out a quiet moan, arching his chest into your hands while squirming on your lap.

He’s rubbing himself against your dick, and he’s unintentionally (though knowing Satan, it’s likely actually intentional) teasing you in the most agonizing way possible. You want to take your sweet time with him, but you know if you don’t get your pants off soon, you’re going to go crazy.

Looking over, you take a second to see what other items he picked out. Your eyes lock on the pink fabric collar adorned with lace, bows, and a little bell at the front. Your hands leave his chest as you go to pick it up, and Satan drops his head back, presenting his neck to you. 

An appreciative noise leaves you at his sign of submission, and he smiles smugly. It takes you a moment to get the collar on, but once you do, Satan lets out a slow breath, looking at you through his lashes. He’s calmer now that he has it on, making you delighted and unbelievably aroused. 

You tug on the front of the collar, and Satan falls forward, stabilizing himself by putting his hands on your shoulders. Still holding onto the collar, you press your lips against his, and with him sinking into his headspace, the kiss is languid and wanton.

“Open,” you mumble against his lips. Satan’s response is immediate, and he parts his lips so you can press your tongue inside his mouth. He lets you tongue fuck his mouth, moaning at the sensation and sounds that come from it. Drool seeps from his mouth, because his thoughts and senses are filled with you, and he can’t focus on simple things like swallowing. 

When you pull away from the filthy kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. Satan bobs forward, trying to follow you for another kiss. You stop him, pressing your fingers against his mouth.

“Please-” he starts to whine. You cut him off by clicking your tongue. 

“My kitty doesn’t talk,” you remind him. Satan melts, letting out a loud moan, and squeezing your shoulders with excitement. “Do you remember your nonverbal signals?” you ask. He goes to open his mouth, but recalls what you’d just said and simply nods. “Good boy,” you coo, looking at what other toys he’d gotten out.

“Ooh,” you pick up the pair of white, lace, crotchless panties that Satan laid next to his tail. “You wanna put these on for me?” He nods, so you ease him off of your lap and onto his back on the bed. Hovering over him, you pull down his new maternity pants and the underwear he’s been wearing today- catching sight of the noticeable wet spot from his arousal- before you toss them off the bed. 

Satan preens under your gaze, spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go so you can get a good look at his soaked pussy. “Pretty kitty,” you muse softly, rubbing his erect clit gently. Satan lets out a whimper, bucking his hips as best as he can into your touch. Your other hand rubs and massages his belly affectionately.

You touch him for a moment longer, drinking up the sounds he makes as you tease him. When you pull your hand away from between his legs, Satan whines, loud and very disappointed. Your hand that was rubbing his belly goes to pinch his inner thigh as you mumble,

“Behave,” as a warning. He huffs, but doesn’t have the time to get too upset when he sees you pick up the panties. You help him into them, pulling the fabric through one leg, then the other. Slowly, you pull them up until the garment sits nicely on his hips, framing his pussy for you. You let out a low whistle at the sight.

“God, you look so good,” you practically moan. A proud smirk works its way onto Satan’s face; he’s obviously very pleased with the fact that a simple article of clothing could have such an effect on you.

“Tail next,” you hum, grabbing the buttplug that’s affixed with a furry white tail. Satan practically wiggles with giddiness, gnawing on his puffy lips. 

You grab the lube next, popping it open and lathering your fingers with it. The slick from his pussy has dribbled downwards, so Satan’s asshole is already wet when your fingers come in contact with it. You rub his rim gently, 

“Relax for me kitten,” his eyes flutter shut as he focuses on doing what he’s told. With him lax under you, you’re able to press a finger into him with little resistance. Satan lets out a half pained, half pleasured moan. “Oh, taking me so well kitten, good boy,” you groan, and he practically purrs under the praise, sinking further into his headspace. 

With him soothed and submissive, you’re able to easily get two fingers into him in no time. You stretch and fuck his ass with your fingers until you know he’ll be able to take the plug. Satan’s been moaning, groaning, and whimpering under you, making all sorts of sweet noises. Then, to hear him more you continue to finger fuck him, savoring the way he twitches and squeezes around your fingers. 

“Guh- Muh- Puh- nghh-” his noises have shifted to sounding like syllables of something. He wants to talk so badly, and each sound comes out like he’s biting the words before they leave his mouth.

“What’s on your silly little mind, kitty?” you ask, giving him permission to speak.

“Please fuck my vagina, fuh-fill me, breed me again, I- ah- I wanna give you a litter please, please,” he blurts.

“Oh sweet boy,” you moan, delicately pulling your fingers from his hole. You take the plug, lube it up, and slip it into him easily. Satan knocks his head back and moans when his ass is filled with the plug. 

“That feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer. He nods, his eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the new intrusion. 

“Fuck me,” he pleads after a moment, like you would have forgotten about what he wants already. Feeling your own patience thinning, you quickly strip yourself of your clothes, letting out a relieved sigh when your dick is finally free from the confines of your pants. 

“Have to stretch you,” you remind him, and you watch him turn red. 

“No!” he wails, “I can take it, fuck me now,” he glares at you, his eyes bright and wild. You shake your head, not allowing his temper tantrum to affect your judgment. 

“If you talk like that I’ll gag you,” you warn, and Satan bites his lip as you brush your lubed fingers against his cunt. “I’ll be quick, but I’m not going to fuck you until you’re stretched,” you decide. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but doesn’t talk back. 

With how turned on and relaxed he is, it doesn’t take you long to have two fingers stretching and fucking open his pussy. Satan practically sobbed with relief when your digits entered him. Now he squirms and pants as your fingers curl upwards and press against his most sensitive spots. By the time you ease in a third finger, he’s close to cumming- yet refusing to admit that- so you pull your fingers out and give his lips a kiss to muffle his complaints. 

Spreading the mix of lube and his juices onto your cock, you let out a soft moan at the sensation. Though you’ve been inside of him so many times before, you’ll always get excited for the heavenly pleasure that will overcome you when you slide into Satan’s pussy. 

“Condom?” you ask, mostly out of habit. Instantly Satan’s brows furrow, a scowl forming on his lips. “Okay, okay, calm down kitten, I’ll fill you up with my cum,” you promise, doing your best to avoid frustrating him, kissing the glare away from his face. 

When you pull back he looks content, and his disposition continues to improve when you line yourself up with his pussy.

“Good,” he purrs, outright moaning when the head of your cock presses against his entrance. You slowly push your hips forward, successfully popping yourself into his hot, wet, sticky cunt. 

“Oh-” he moans, arching his back upwards, pressing his ever-growing belly against you. A moan leaves your lips as you think about the time you knocked him up. Satan didn’t have to do any convincing, but that didn’t stop him from explaining all the pros (in meticulous detail) of getting him pregnant. His presentation had turned you on like an aphrodisiac, and you’d fucked him into the early morning. 

The way he scratches his nails into your shoulders brings you back to the present, and you press yourself further into him. You watch carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort, but he looks pleased as a peach under you.

As soon as your cock is fully inside of him, with your skin pressing against his and his legs wrapping around your waist, Satan lets out a startled noise. You feel it within the next second- the warm liquid gushing from his pussy. Your hips jerk against your will as you realize Satan is pissing himself, and absolutely soaking the panties he has on.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he relieves himself, and you bring a hand down to pass your fingers through his stream.

“Got too full having both my baby and cock in your belly, huh? Just couldn’t hold it in?” Satan nods lazily, squeezing around your length at your words. “The plug up your ass probably didn’t help,” you muse as you move your hips back then forward, “you love getting the piss fucked out of you, isn’t that right?” He nods again, and you feel his stream dying down. 

“Say it,” you urge, slowly rocking your hips as you start to fuck him in earnest.

“It feels so good,” he slurs. You groan softly, then stick your piss covered fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them immediately, cleaning you up obediently. 

Spurred on by the sight before you- with Satan drooling and slobbering on your fingers, his tits bouncing each time your hips snap against his, his eyes rolling up when you adjust to fuck him better- you can’t help but pick up the pace, fucking him harder with each thrust.

“Such a good kitty,” you praise breathlessly, and Satan digs his nails into your skin, meowing and moaning as best as he can around your fingers. 

It’s when you nearly choke him that you decide to finally pull your hand away from his face. He pants for breath, drool running down his chin. You bring your now spit covered fingers to Satan’s pussy, circling and rubbing his clit.

“Close,” he tells you urgently after a moment. You’re surprised he’s still able to speak coherently, but it’s nice that he gave you a warning. 

Re-angling your hips once again, you make sure your cock hits all the right spots inside of him. Your reward is the way that Satan’s cunt clenches like a vice around you,

“Fuck,” you grunt, feeling your own orgasm barrel towards you. 

Satan cums first, choking out your name as he claws at your shoulders. You fuck him through it, following soon after and, as promised, pumping him full of your cum.

He lets out a soft whimper, going limp as you fuck him through your climax. You let him clench and squeeze around you, riding out any aftershocks, until it’s painful to do so. Leaning down and kissing him lovingly, you slowly pull yourself out of him. 

Satan whines against your lips, but is otherwise in a state of euphoria. Laying next to him, you pull him into your arms. You mindlessly rub his belly, kissing his sweaty forehead, then his flushed cheeks, down to his jaw, his chin, and finally you sweetly kiss his lips. Satan sighs contently as you do, snuggling closer to you. 

“Clean me up?” he requests softly, peeking an eye open to gauge your response. You kiss him again,

“Of course,” you reply, pulling away only enough to reach the wipes on the bedside table. Carefully, you go through the slow and dutiful process of pulling his tail plug from him, taking off all his accessories, and wiping down his body. As you do so, Satan effortlessly mutters a spell that voids the pee from the bed, making things much more comfortable for himself. With a kiss to his belly, you dispose of the dirty wipes, and return to Satan’s side.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” he says softly, humming appreciatively when you run your hands through his hair, “I enjoyed myself a lot, and feel much better,” he continues. 

“I had a lot of fun too!” you assure him, “I’m always happy to take your mind off things, Satan,” he snorts. 

“Yes, that’s true, and it’s part of why I love you so,” he’s told you this thousands of times now, but it still makes your heart flutter and ache happily. Satan pulls you in for a kiss, and just before your lips meet you catch the way his green eyes glitter with delight.

His stomach rumbles seconds later, and you huff out a laugh when his mood swivels from loving to serious as he pulls away to bluntly state, “I’m hungry.”

You’re glad you thought ahead, because neither of you want to leave each others embrace as you reach for the snacks you’d left on the bedside table.

#well i think the title is funny so i dont care if you guys think its lame ! #cw pregnancy #cw breeding kink #p/iss #cw pet play #cw dumbification #sub satan #sub obey me #spice

[yourtamaki]

of lifetimes and heartbeats

monster trio x f!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: pwp, double penetration, spitroasting, dumbification, spit, edging, creampie, snowballing, cum marking, safe words and gestures in place, aftercare, zosan crumbs

inspired by this ask from my lovely asce anon :3

the hands littered across your body may be the only things keeping you grounded to the earth. 

one cradles your face, warm palm against your skin and thumb sweeping across your cheekbone gentle enough to be a kiss. two more are digging into your hips, so hot you’re sure you’ll find handprints seared onto you in the morning. another pair wanders, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake as they trail from your chest, fingertips grazing down your sides before one slips between your spread legs, tracing around your stretched entrance where you’re split open before two fingers press up against your clit. 

the passage of time feels as slow and sticky as the circles being rubbed against your clit, each moment yawning and stretching out for a quiet eternity before passing into the next, making it impossible for you tell if you’ve been sandwiched between three firm bodies for lifetimes or heartbeats. 

“you still with us, my love?” sanji’s voice pulls you free from your spiralling thoughts and back in the present. you peek up as best as you can with your nose buried in a neat blond tuft of hair, tilting your head to nuzzle into his hand. you’d probably smile at how his cock twitches where it’s buried down your throat if your lips weren’t stretched around him. he shoots you a soft smile before turning his attention to the man across him. “slow down, you brute. you’re going to hurt her.” 

“she’s fucking fine,” zoro punctuates his word with heavy thrusts that would gag you on sanji’s cock if it wasn’t for zoro’s iron hold on your hips keeping you in place. he shifts, leaning forward and draping himself over your back so he can reach around to wrap a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides just enough to make sanji groan above you and make your head spin before he presses his lips to your ear. 

“you’re okay aren’t you, baby?” the sincerity that lurks behind his question melts you, soft and shy as he kisses every inch of skin he can reach. you hum and you pat sanji’s thigh once to tell them you’re okay as you had agreed upon earlier. you can’t see his grin but you can feel it, all sharp edges and teeth. “that’s my girl.” 

“ours,” it’s the first thing you’ve heard from the voice below you since he’d sunk inside your cunt and whimpered at how it welcomed him home. you pull off of sanji with a gasp, strings of spit keeping you connected to his flushed tip and glance down at the vision laid out below you. 

luffy looks as fucked out as you feel, cheeks flushed and dark hair matted to his forehead. yet his eyes are as sharp as ever, piercing through you so fiercely you’re certain he can hear every frazzled thought in your head. the whole room has gone still at his declaration, breaths held as the captain, your captain, commands everyone’s attention with a single word. you know what he wants even before he cranes his neck up to trying to reach you, burning gaze never leaving you as you dip to meet him halfway. 

the kiss is messy from the moment you crash into each other as luffy licks his way into your mouth, biting at already swollen lips and chasing the taste of sanji off your tongue. there’s a wet smacking sound coming from somewhere above you, a shuffle and a groan that’s echoed by an answering growl but you’re too lost in the hungry rhythm of luffy kissing and kissing and kissing you to pay it any attention. 

luffy’s hips start to rock once more, a slow, delicious grind that has his fat tip pushing right up against a spot inside you that curls your toes and makes your thighs shake where they’re straddling his waist. luffy swallows your squeal as zoro follows his captain’s lead, fucking into you in time with luffy, pulling when he pushes and pushing when he pulls. you let out a broken moan into his mouth as they stuff you full over and over, never giving you so much as a moment to catch your breath. your lungs burn, ribs scorched by flame and need.

you need to breathe. you never want to breathe again. 

just as your mind starts to go fuzzy and soft and dumb around the edges, luffy breaks away from you and lets you suck in greedy gasps of air, grabbing your face to pepper kisses across your face before he whispers against your lips, “sanji needs you too.”

a spike of guilt cuts through the haze of lust as luffy releases his hold on you and you snap back up to where sanji sits patiently waiting for you. he pumps his cock with full, lazy strokes, a slick clicking in your ear as he uses your spit to fuck his fist and follow the pace the other two have set. 

you barely need to lean forward to place a feather-light kiss on his tip, licking a broad stripe across his weeping slit before glancing up through your lashes. “i‘m sorry, sanji. i didn’t mean to ignore you.”

“don’t be, angel. i could watch you like this all day,” he bends down just enough to kiss your forehead and murmurs against your skin, “all full of cock and drooling for more. is that what you want? tell me, my love, and i’ll give it to you. i’ll give you anything.” 

“oh please,” you’re too far gone to be embarrassed by the naked desperation in your voice, too lost in the eyes that stare so lovingly down at you and the biting kisses trailing down your spine and hot breaths on your chest. “i want it so fucking bad. want all of you inside me.” 

“anything,” he repeats, weighed down by emotion too heavy for you to understand in your state. his thumb brushes against your kiss-bitten lips with quiet reverance. “open up for me now. just like that, good girl.” 

you hardly have a choice as he squeezes your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open wide for him. the contrast between his soft words and firm hand has heat rushing to your cheeks. your eyes flutter shut as you wait for the familiar weight of his cock to hit your tongue only to fly open when a fat glob hits it instead. 

“fuck,” zoro says, “do that again she got so fucking tight.”

for once, sanji doesn’t argue with him. more spit trickles into your mouth and with his grip on your jaw, you can do nothing but accept everything he gives you. nothing has ever felt more right. 

finally, finally, he lines himself up to your mouth and pushes in and you are once again floating, head stuffed full of clouds and bliss as the men use you to chase their pleasure, claiming you as theirs with every thurst. they’ve had you on the edge and dripping from the moment they crowded you into their dorms and stripped you bare and now, with your high just a breath away, it feels like the least important thing in the world. 

there are words bouncing all around you and it takes awhile for your slow, frazzled mind to make meaning of it, praise and filth that trail off into sinful moans that distract you from the fact that you’re seconds away from shattering to pieces in their arms. they are the only thing keeping you together even as they do their best to take you apart. the thought lights your nerves on fire and you want to relish in the burn for just a little while longer. 

“‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum,” luffy whines, bucking up into you with sloppy, mindless thrusts. “take it, take it fuck you’re so good, so good to us. best fucking pussy, milking my cock baby so good i love you fuck—”

he cuts himself off just as you feel him spill inside you, endless heat that makes you moan as luffy grinds himself against you, forcing his cum as deep as he can before he collapses back on the bed. you’re desperate to look down and see the loopy smile you’re sure he’s wearing but your attention is dominated by sanji, vision filled with nothing but him.

sanji with his head thrown back, throat bobbing as he fucks yours. sanji, looking down at you with open adoration. sanji, pulling his cock out of your mouth to jack off over you, fist a blur as he nears his high. 

“stick your tongue out baby, please. fuck, that’s it, that’s a good fucking girl. that’s my angel,” the first thick rope hits the back of your throat, nearly making you gag before the rest lands on your outstretched tongue, bitter and hot. you swallow it all, barely getting your mouth back open before he’s bending low and pulling you into a bruising kiss, folding you in endless affection, so sweet it chases the bitterness right off your tongue.  

and through it all zoro is with you, rocking against you, pace as steady as ever. the moment sanji pulls away, zoro is there, holding you to him, hard chest against your back. one of his hands snakes between your legs to rub neat circles around your needy clit and luffy whines as you clench down around his soft cock sill buried inside you. you tremble in his grasp, all too aware of all the eyes trained on you as he pushes you past the edge you’ve been dancing on all night. 

“good girls get to cum,” he breathes in your ear. “and what are you?”

“’m a good girl,” you manage to slur out. “your good girl.”

“then you know what to do.” 

another flick of his wrist, a bite on your shoulder and you’re gone, vision going dark as zoro fucks you through your orgasm and you fall to pieces. over the pounding blood that rings in your ears, there’s a strangled cry of your name and you feel him pull out of you only to cum all over your ass, spreading his mess with his tip like he can etch it onto your skin while you float somewhere just outside of your body. 

a lifetime and a heartbeat later, you’re sinking into the largest bathtub aboard the sunny, large enough to fit the four of you more then comfortably with zoro and sanji on either side of you with luffy before you. you let their soft words and toothless bickering wash over you as your sore muscles relax with the heat of the water. they’re all holding you in their own way, an arm tossed around your shoulders, another around your waist, fingers laced with yours, keeping you included in their company while you slowly return back to yourself. 

there are hands on you, grounding you to the earth and nothing else matters.

#luffy smut #zoro smut #sanji smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #cw dumbification

[dottcre]

monster reader anon back at it again

(this can be read as the same monster!reader i sent in because imagine being omega and your being fucked silly by your own experiment like this)

punishing omega with prime for destroying all of the other segments (hate sex?) by tying him up and putting a cock-ring on him and using him for hours on end, all sorts of toys and vibrators supplied by prime ! fucking him until your all out of cum to fill him up with, at this point omega is crying and his legs are quivering, his tummy is full of your cum and is constantly leaking out, his cock is throbbing with arousal and pain in desperate release while he begs for you to take the cock ring off and let him cum, but that choice was up to prime of course ! maybe at this point prime will get bored of watching and jump in by shutting omega up with a gag, turning all the vibrators on him to the max and if your too tired to keep going, prime has just the contraption for that ! (this got too long but RIP omega's ass)

HELLO BBY <33 GLAD TO HAVE U BACK!!

cw: dumbification, overstimulation, amab!reader, no gendered words or pet names to refer to reader, meandom!reader and (very)meandom!primettore, sub!omegattore, dacryphilia, bondage (shibari), slapping/spanking, no direct selfcest

the bright red ropes dug into omega’s skin harshly as he choked out a whine, squirming as he felt your cum fill up his insides once again. he could’ve came too, if only the cockrings weren’t so tight around his poor cock. he cried out, voice hoarse from practically screaming because of the pain and pleasure. it felt like this cock was going to explode, as if he’d only need one last push to finally cum. his hands pulled against the restraints, too fucked out and tired to break free.

“do you know how much fucking money and resources we spent on those clones?” you spat, striking his abdomen harshly. “your hastiness has led to us wasting all of it away.” you were sure there’d be no coherent words coming out of him. he was way beyond it now. prime tangled his hand in omega’s hair before yanking on it hard, making him arch his back at the sting.

“answer the question, fucking whore,” he practically growled, and you could tell that his eyes were glowing red with anger behind that mask. “or are you too dumb to do even that?” all that left omega was a pitiful cry as he started full-on sobbing, his hole clenching around your cock as he sobbed, mumbles of “shorry” and whimpers slipping from his lips. you pulled out of him slowly, more for your own comfort than his, watching the cum you practically pumped into him seep out of his twitching hole. his head lolled to the side, and you leaned down, kissing him almost gently.

“stop treating him like he’s your pillow princess,” prime hissed, voice dripping with venom. he snatched up a gag from the cool metal table beside him, tugging harshly on his hair again as he forced omega’s unfocused eyes to look into yours. “now apologise.”

it took omega a while before he called your name shakily, whimpering as he struggled to get a sentence out with the vibrator still on his cock at max speed. “s-sorry! ‘m shorry,” he trembled, voice raspy with use. you almost allowed yourself to grin with how adorable he was, decreased into a pathetic, useless man before you. prime groaned, slamming omega back onto the sticky table before grimacing at his sweat-stained glove.

“not good enough,” he decided, wiping up his glove. “let’s just leave him here until he’s reflected on his actions.” you hummed, knowing that dottore wasn’t in the mood for any objections at the moment. you cleaned up a little as prime lined omega’s abused hole up to a fucking machine before taking his cockrings off and turning the machine on. omega’s reactions were immediate as he cried out, pushing down toward the machine yet seemingly trying to get away from it at the same time. you gave omega a last glance before stepping out the room after dottore, slowly hearing his lewd sounds fade out of earshot.

hopefully, he’ll learn his lesson well.

#THIS WAS SO SO GOOD THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK #@ letter from a dove #@ from monster reader anon ! #genshin impact #il dottore #sub dottore #dom reader #sub character #sub genshin #dottore smut #genshin smut #cw dumbification

[2af-afterdark]

Turn Off Your Mind and Give Yourself to Me

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Simeon, MC

Characters: Simeon, Main Character

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your, they/them), smut, dumbification, MC wears a skirt, sex dream(?), nipple play, degrading language (Simeon calls MC dumb, stupid, slut), finger sucking, vaginal fingering, pussy slapping, pussy job, light choking, possessiveness, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, pet name (pet), cockwarming (oral)

Summary: You and Simeon have an agreement: when living in the Devildom gets too restricting, forcing you to be someone you aren't, you can rely on each other to let go. He helps you stop worrying and you let him indulge in his less than pure desires.

A/N: If I missed a tag let me know. There are so many in here that I probably missed something.

Word Count: 5k

Being the only human in the Devildom was hard. You always had to be on your guard around any demon that wasn't one of the brothers, Diavolo, or Barbatos because they were as likely to eat you as they were to give you directions to the library. Sure, there was Solomon but he was closer to a demon than a fellow human in many ways. He couldn't relate to your feelings of always having to be on edge and justifying your place in the exchange program. The marks all over his skin spoke for themselves in a way you couldn't. You couldn't even let up in front of your friends for fear they'd be disappointed in learning how much of a struggle it was for you to fit into their home. Holding yourself together all the time was exhausting.

That's why you came to him. He wasn't human, but you were sure he was the one person who would understand. After all, being an angel in a crowd of demons couldn't have been any easier. He was the only other person who understood what you needed. He was the only one who could help you through another strenuous week.

Your knuckles rapped against the door of Purgatory Hall as you anxiously waited for an answer. You had messaged him beforehand and he'd accepted you coming over, so you didn't know what you had to fret about, but you did. It felt like eons of standing there before the handle finally turned and the door creaked open.

The man you knew all too well was beautiful as he stood in the doorframe to welcome you in; skin soft and smooth with nary a flaw or imperfection in sight, eyes that shimmered like the sun off the surface of the calmest ocean, hair that very well may have been made of dyed silk, lips that were full and inviting even when pulled back into a smile to show off his luminous teeth, and that was just his face. That was nothing to say on his broad yet somehow still slim shoulders, the pectorals you could see straining against the fabric of his thin shirt, the long fingers, the subtle muscles rippling in his biceps, or his long delicate and dexterous fingers still wrapped around the handle.

It was unfair to only look at him, but you didn't come here to look and he knew that as much as you did. Surely that's why he was standing in front of you like this, trying to tempt you as much as possible.

"Hello there," Simeon said through his charming smile as he widened the door to let you slip inside.

You returned his greeting as you walked in.

It was strangely quiet as he shut the door behind you. You were actually surprised not to hear anything but the patting of his feet against the ground as he took your hand in his and started walking toward and up the stairs.

"Where is-"

"Gone," he answered before you could finish the question. "It's just us two. Sorry if you wanted to say hello to anyone else."

No. In fact, it was probably better that it was just you two. You didn't expect anything to get out of hand, but it meant you could fully let go without worry. That thought alone was already a relief.

"I believe we will have the entire night to ourselves. Maybe even all of tomorrow, though that's only a possibility." He stopped speaking as he came to the door of his room. "Would you like to come in?"

This was your last opportunity to turn away. You could go back downstairs and decide to have tea instead. You could stay the night on the living room couch or he could bring you back to the House of Lamentation if you didn't want to walk alone. He was offering you the chance to change your mind if you wanted, but you came here exactly for this reason. You were here to see beyond that door and you wouldn't be leaving until you did.

The room was dark, so dim it felt like it was lit by candles more than electricity. It felt old, almost too old for someone as young as Simeon, but then you recalled he was so much older than he seemed and it put everything into perspective. Maybe to him this decor felt new and modern. It was charming in its own way.

"Feel free to take a seat anywhere you'd like," he offered as he shut the door behind you and waited to see what you'd do next.

You opened and closed your fists a few times, taking a deep breath to let the anxiety flow out of your bones before deciding to move over to the loveseat. You wouldn't dare presume to head to his bed.

He showed no reaction on his face as he watched you sink into the cool, chocolate leather of his seating. "Would you care for a drink or something?"

You shook your head.

Simeon stepped closer to you. "Are you certain? I'd hate to be a bad host."

This time you nodded.

The seat beneath you sank as Simeon settled beside you. "Then what would you like to do?"

You turned your gaze to him. His bright eyes looked back at you with a subtle smile as he waited for you to make the first move, which you did by laying your head against his shoulder. The scent clinging faintly to his skin reminded you of freshly baked cinnamon rolls as they came out of the oven. Maybe it was the remnants of his last baking venture or maybe it was natural for him to smell so sweet and light; he always did have the faint scent of vanilla underneath everything else.

He rested his hand against your shoulder and somehow pulled you closer still, squishing your face against that broadly thin frame of his. “You’re stiff,” he observed with a chuckle. “You’re free to relax.”

Except you couldn’t. You had practiced maintaining yourself and holding your head high in front of others for so long that you couldn’t drop it that easily. Even in front of him who knew about carrying himself so others couldn’t tear him down, you were too trained to let the charade end. It was because of that that all you could do was continue to shake your head.

Then,” he cupped your cheek in his hand and pulled your face toward his, leaning closer to you, “I will help you relax.”

He was slow and meticulous as he pressed his lips against yours, starting almost hesitantly as he tested the waters of your defenses. Your body went rigid against him, but you didn’t push him away. This is what you wanted. This is why you were here. You wanted him to lead you to a place where you could finally let go. You weren’t fighting him on that front, simply waiting for him to drag you under the way he knew you wanted.

As he pressed more kisses against your mouth, his lips perfectly plush as they captured your upper one and began to deepen his affections. He snaked his hands under the hem of your shirt and let them roam higher up your body until they rested against your breasts. You could feel him pull up your bra and replace it with his hands, letting his thumbs tease at your nipples until they were standing and begging for his attention. Heat pooled beneath his hands, swirling around your chest as he stole your breath away.

He was, as far as the public was concerned, supposed to be a holy man. His desires were supposed to be as pure as he was, but you knew better. You knew he was only holy in the same way that you were holding yourself together. Beneath it all, you were both just liars fooling everyone around you except for each other, who wanted something only the other could give.

He broke away from the kiss. "It's not enough, is it?"

It was never enough. Not this time or the time before that or the time before that. Neither of you could be satiated by only this. Not until you could both let go of the masks you wore in front of everyone else.

"Then allow me to give you what you really crave," he whispered with his lips against yours.

The hands on your breasts abandoned their spot to slide down to your hips and lift you up just enough to slip you onto his lap, pressing your back against his chest and resting your knees on top of his. He gently placed his hand against your thigh. 

Slowly, carefully, he began to lift the skirt that went just past your knees. You wore a skirt for this specific reason. Long and heavy so it wouldn't ride up when you didn't want it to, but loose and flowy so he could easily push it aside.

He rolled the fabric up to your stomach, purposefully dragging his fingers along the meat of your thigh the entire way before dropping the skirt edge and sinking his hand between your legs. A single finger ran down your slit lying just below the fabric of your boyshorts which he made an effort to move aside.

You spread your legs trying to make it easier for him to touch you, only for a jolt to pass through your cunt and up your spine as he slapped the flat of his hand against you. You opened your mouth to scream, only to find him slipping the middle and forefinger of his free hand into your mouth to muffle your noises. 

He leaned his head over your shoulder, pressing his lips next to your ear as he quietly shushed you. "I know, Sweetheart. Shh, I know."

The sting was still fresh when he began to rub his hand over the spot he'd just hit. Slowly, the pain began to fade, giving way to a dull pleasure as he stroked you through the fabric of your boyshorts. You were sure he could feel the wet spot forming where the fabric stubbornly clung to your needy, neglected sex, but he said nothing about it. 

"Stop thinking and allow yourself to let go. If you need to move, I'll do it for you." he said as he pulled away from your sex to snap his fingers.

A hazy vision filled your eyes like a vision. It was like walking in on a dream, cloudy at the edges and covered in a layer of mist. It wasn't a dream though, it was a memory; one in which you were on full display from the behind with your ass raised in the air, legs spread wide while your chest was pressed against the bed. In the vision, your pussy was dripping so much that it left your thighs coated in slick that shimmered in the dim light overhead.

"Don't they look happy?" Simeon whispered as his hand returned to slowly stroking the folds hiding just behind your underwear. "Showing off their body, hoping that someone will touch them?" His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, holding back laughter as you shuddered in his lap. "You were so wet and ready for me, staying exactly the way I wanted you. An obedient little pet waiting for Master's attention. I can make you feel that way again. That is what you came here for, after all. Is it not?"

You tried to speak around his fingers, struggling to make the proper sounds with your mouth full. "Shime-"

"Shh," the sound slipped past his teeth as he pushed his fingers further back into your mouth, pressing them against the back of your throat. "Don't say anything. The only thing you have to do is what I say."

You wanted to melt against him, possibly even into him. Even as drool pooled around his fingers and dribbled out the sides of your mouth, you didn't feel embarrassed. No. All you felt was a blissful peace seeping into your mind. Muscles you hadn't even realized were tensed suddenly relaxed as he held you. You didn't have to hold on anymore. You could leave everything up to him.

He tenderly kissed your cheek as he felt you go limp for him, wishing he could sink you onto his cock just like this; so pliant and calm for him, but he knew you hadn't let go completely yet. He could still see a spark in your eyes just past the vision he was showing you, one that meant there were still too many thoughts in that pretty head of yours. But you had been good for now, so you deserved a reward.

The vision faded away as his hand finally slipped under the fabric of your boyshorts, two fingers dipping between your legs to graze against your sex. Slowly, he began to pet at your slit, following the line of your body as he held you in his lap. He pressed his fingers just past your pussy lips, dragging his finger through the growing slick between your legs.

He chuckled softly. "Aww, this precious place of yours is already so wet. Did you want me to touch you that badly?"

Mhm. You wanted him. You wanted to be good for him. His fingers were like sweet torture as he pushed them just past your pussy lips again to gather more of your essence to rub around your puffy clit in slow, confident circles.

"Good pet." He was so proud of you for remembering not to say a thing to answer him, but also a little disappointed. He wanted to hear you sing for him because you couldn't hold back anymore. You were cute following his orders, but you would be even cuter once your brain turned off and you couldn't even understand them.

He almost felt bad when he slapped your pussy again just so he could hear you whine for him, but that feeling quickly passed when your pretty voice was drowned out around his fingers. Oh, he was enjoying you more than he should be, but that's what you both were here for. 

He pumped the fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and enjoying the sound of you gagging around them. It was just like how he knew you loved your cunt played with and he knew you recognized it as soon as your clit throbbed under his other hand. Your nipples poked through the fabric of your top and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you were. If only he had more hands to focus on every beautiful part of your body.

As soon as your legs started to tremble, he knew just how close you were. You were such a good thing. So willing and pliant.

He slipped his fingers out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck, tilting back your head while his other fingers violently rubbed your clit. "Tell me: what are you?" 

You knew you were looking at him, but you couldn't focus on anything. Every nerve in your body was focused solely on how tight your stomach felt. Still, you knew he told you to speak. "Huh…"

Another jolt of pain as he slapped your aching clit again before going back to rubbing it. "What are you? You know the answer."

You were so close. The knot in your stomach was being pulled tighter and tighter and soon you knew it would snap. "Cum. Wanna cu- Augh!" You screamed as he slapped you again between his assault on your poor clit.

"Not until you answer the question." His hand gently squeezed your neck. "What are you? What have you always been?"

"Y-yours," the words fell heavy off your lips.

"My what?" He pressed harder at the sensitive bundle of nerves as his speed picked up. "Say it."

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your legs began to twitch, desperately trying not cum until he told you to. "Your pet. All yours."

"My dumb little pet." A smile crossed Simeon's face as he laid a kiss on your temple. "Cum for me."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, your body let go. The knot inside of you snapped completely as you slapped your legs closed around his hand and came to the fingers that refused to stop teasing your clit even as you erupted beneath them. The little shocks and shudders that rolled through you painted the loveliest picture for him. It was truly divine to watch you do as told, especially with something as rebellious and difficult to tame as an orgasm. Yet, if you thought that was all he had in store for you, you were naive at best and willfully ignorant at worst. He could work with either.

He didn't give you time to rest before shoving the same fingers that had just been rubbing your swollen clit straight into your cunt. It didn't matter how tight your walls were, they slid in so easily.

Fuck, you were soaked. The squelching sound of his fingers pistoning in and out of your wet heat was so lewd that it made his cock stir against your ass. The hand still around your neck squeezed gently and your cunt clenched down on his fingers.

Every scrape against your insides made you gasp and whine. Your last orgasm was still fresh and you were so sensitive. Die. You were going to die. He was going to drown you in pleasure until it fried your brain and there was nothing left of you.

You grabbed at his wrist, trying to hold onto him and stop him from touching you, only to feel him push another finger inside with a small tsk.

"None of that now." His voice washed over you like cool water. "You were so good for me. You deserve this. Good pets deserve to be spoiled and feel good."

You felt your body relaxing, muscles untensing as you listened to his words. No, it wasn't you relaxing. It was him relaxing you. 

"Isn't that so much easier?" His voice was echoing in your head, distracting you as his hand slipped out of you – something that made you whine without realizing it – and quickly moved to pull your underwear down your legs and drop them onto the floor before returning to their original position.

Simeon placed his lips against the back of your neck, ghosting them over your shoulders and sucking at your skin until he left a mark. All the while his fingers moved in and out of you, starting shallow and slowly going deeper and deeper.

The hand still around your throat finally let go and moved down your sternum, trailing feather light touches across your skin until he found one of your hard nipples and gave it a tentative pinch. He couldn't help but think that the surprised squeak you made was too cute, but he would rather hear something else instead. Something like your screams. How far could he go until you couldn’t hold them back anymore?

"Don't stop now," he said as his fingers assaulted you in the most delicious of ways. The one against your chest rolled your nipple, tugging at it as he slowly added more fingers inside of you and thumbed at your clit. "I want to watch my good pet cum their stupid little brain out "

"I ca- Ahhh!" You tried to speak, but we're cut off by another orgasm chasing the previous so quickly. 

"Shhh. Don't talk. Just cum." That was all he wanted of you; to cum until you couldn't anymore and then keep cumming because he told you to.

He curled his fingers inside of you, pressing them against a tender spot that had you collapsing against him. Your entire body went limp against him, shaking from climax after climax as he forcefully pulled them out of you; pulled them out of your aching, needy cunt.

Simeon was up to three fingers by the time he finally decided he was done, pulling his fingers out of you at last and stopping the endless orgasms and giving you the chance to rest. You never knew cumming could hurt so much. You realized your respite was brief, however, as you felt him awkwardly fidgeting with his pants to fish out his hard cock.

"You're staring," he teased with a whisper in your ear.

You couldn't help it. It looked angry; the veins popping out and the tip already leaking. Just seeing it made you moan for him, like your body knew you were meant to wrap it up and make him feel good. If you were going to die, at least it would be in service to his cock.

While he appreciated the lust painted across your face, it wasn't enough. He wanted you to fall even lower. He wanted you to reduce yourself to nothing.

He grabbed your hips, pushing your lower body forward so he could rub your cunt against his erection. The glistening trail of slick painted across his cock wherever you touched was beautiful. Your legs trembled each time the head of his cock bumped against your sensitive, overly abused clit.

"Do you enjoy this?" His voice was so melodious and sweet as he spoke. It felt like you would get lost in it. "You can do the work yourself, can't you? Press your thighs together and help us both feel good."

You couldn't nod. It was too hard to even understand the words coming out of his mouth.

He chuckled darkly, moving his hands to push your thighs tight around his rock hard length. "Like this. Move your hips like a good pet."

Every muscle in your body felt heavy, but you couldn't help but do what he demanded of you. You curled your heels against the edge of the couch, pushing down on them so you could lift your hips to grind against him. Your legs wrapping around his cock kept him in place while your slick folds rubbed him from tip to base.

"Just like that," he mumbled softly in your ear as he watched you glide over his full length. "Make yourself cum again just like that."

Oh, he wanted to cum too. Wanted to see your thighs painted white with every terrible impulse you inspired in him. Holding back so you could ruin yourself on him before he completely tainted you was his own kind of punishment. Feeling your pussy flutter against his shaft, hearing you cry out in another orgasm, seeing your eyes glazed over as more thoughts poured out of you, all of it snapped the last of his patience. 

You couldn't keep going. Your legs were tired, your voice was hoarse, you were pretty sure your brain was melting out of your ear. That didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that you were still there, ready to accept whatever he had planned for you regardless of how you felt about it. Knowing that, he finally repositioned himself and pushed his cock head inside of you, feeling how your walls loosened to welcome him in but still squeezed him like you didn't want to let go.

"Aww, are you getting tired?" He condescended with a smile in his voice. "I would be happy to help you rest."

He wrapped his hands under your knees, letting you lean back against his chest for balance as he stood up and lifted you into the air. He was careful to keep you impaled on his cock as he walked with you toward the bed where he tossed you onto it facedown, ass sticking straight in the air where he took his place over you.

The sudden gasp you made as you hit the mattress was accentuated by your walls pulsing around him. Even as nothing more than a warm hole seeking the satisfaction of orgasm after orgasm at his hands, you insisted on seducing him.

"Even after all of that," he taunted as he thrust the rest of himself into you, bottoming out in one stroke that made you scream like a porn star, "you have such a tight, wet cunt. It's like you were begging for a cock to finally stretch you open. Did you want me inside of you that badly?”

His question was accentuated by the sound of your pussy gushing and your adorable panting as he began to pump into you. Each time he hit the back of your cunt you made the cutest squeak in surprise, as if you forgot just how deeply he was carving you out. You were so adorable taking his cock, your tits bouncing each time he thrust forward, your mouth hanging open with your tongue lolling out of your mouth. 

"You're more of a slut than a pet." That's what your expression reminded him of. You had no shame left inside of you to be embarrassed by the state you were in and it made his cock twitch. "Would you like that? Being my dumb little cock addicted slut instead of my spoiled pet?" 

You couldn't answer him, nor did he expect you to. However, he was pleased when your cunt convulsed around him and you gasped so sweetly.

"Did you cum? No one told you that you could," he chastised in a mocking tone, "buuuut I'll forgive you this time because sluts like you don't know better. Just make sure you listen to me now. I'll tell you when you're allowed to do that."

And he did. Over and over again your walls spasmed around him as you came at his command. Somewhere between the endless assault of pleasure and the sensation of his cock pounding you so thoroughly it felt like he was shaping your insides. Your body started to follow his directions and began to cum when he ordered you to because it was only him that could make you feel so good

"Again, slut," he said. "Cum for me." And you had no choice but to. You had no choice but to clench down on his length and curve your spine as another orgasm ripped through your exhausted body.

He was going to kill you. He was going to murder you with his cock and you would happily die cumming for him.

"Once more." Simeon couldn't help but laugh as he watched the light leave your eyes and your mouth twist into a smile as you came for him yet again despite having just done it only seconds earlier. "Aww, did I break that dumb brain of yours?"

The only answer he got was your pussy clenching down around him again. 

"There you go," he cooed as he weaved his fingers between yours. "Such a good slut, cumming all over my cock. You're so adorable." His hips smacked against yours, rhythm growing erratic as he looked down into your hazy, unfocused eyes.

"Come on," he panted, "stay nice and tight for me so I can fill up your slutty cunt." His hands gripped yours tighter. "Such a dumb slut. A good, braindead, cock addicted whore."

There was no warning as he pushed into you one last time, shooting burning hot ropes of cum as deep inside of you as he could. Your body accepted it all willingly. You were born to accept it all, everything he had to give you no matter what it was.

As he started to pull out, you groaned and whimpered at the sensation of his cock dragging against your overly sensitive walls. You were practically screaming as his length finally popped out of your twitching, pulsing, overstimulated pussy. You couldn't take anymore of him. If he fucked you again – made you cum anymore – you wouldn't just die, you would break completely.

"Shhh," he whispered as he kissed the side of your face. "No giving up on me now. You did such a good job milking my cock, but you're not done yet."

Simeon sat up from over you, moving to lean his back flush against the headboard, knees bent up and spread apart as he manhandled your exhausted body and yanked at your hair to pull your head into his lap, pressing your face against his softening, glistening cock. "You made a mess so hurry and clean it up."

You opened your mouth without protest, tongue rolling out to lap at his length. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you recognized the taste of yourself and how good it was mixed with his, but it felt less important than serving the cock he shoved in front of you.

"You can do better than that," he said as he cupped his hand under your chin, pinching at your jaw to force your mouth open and place the smooth, slightly salty head of his cock inside.

You began to mindlessly suckle at the cock he presented to you. He almost felt bad for using you past exhaustion, but one look at the content expression on your face and the blank look in your eyes pushed that guilt aside. 

You laid motionless against him as his cum seeped out of your lovingly abused pussy and remnants of your own slick that you'd licked off his cock clung to your lips. It was cute how you couldn't hold it all in, making a mess of his carefully laid bedsheets below.

"Good pet."

Simeon took his hand out of your hair, switching to brushing it over your cheek. There was a burning heat spreading across your skin that sent a flutter through his stomach. You were so beautiful. Completely mindless and beautiful and tired, and it was time to finally let you rest. Maybe later he would take advantage of the fact that you two had the entirety of Purgatory Hall to yourselves. Later, after he had his fill of admiring the stupidly happy, blank look on your face and the warmth of your mouth.

#2af writes #obey me smut #simeon smut #afab fic #cw dumbification #cw nipple play #cw degradation #cw vaginal penetration #cw choking #cw possessiveness #cw overstimulation #cw cock warming

[knoxmares]

April Showers Day 1 - Leaking

MINORS DNI

tags: gn dom reader, sub ftm trans idia, piss, implied snz kink, a dash of dumbification, possibly ooc idia

Eyes focused on the movie playing on the laptop in front of you, you grab another handful of chips, picking out one to offer to Idia who is currently resting his head on your shoulder. This is more or less what you’ve done all day, enjoying the epitome of a lazy day as you alternate between playing video games and watching movies. He happily accepts slipping the straw of his drink out of his lips so he can open his mouth for you. 

As he crunches the chip you think how something like that would have flustered your boyfriend before, but he’s become much more confident in navigating all the different aspects of your relationship now. You give the top of his hand two little taps to express your fondness and leave your hand on top of his, absentmindedly tracing shapes on his cool skin as your attention shifts back to the movie. 

You’re only reminded of the prolonged contact when his hand is ripped away from you, his head also leaving your shoulder as he lets out a loud sneeze. He stays frozen for a moment, hand still over his face and you gaze at him with piqued curiosity. Wide yellow eyes shift to you and the faintest shade of pink flickers in the tips of his hair. 

“What’s wrong? Need a tissue?” You do your best to keep your expression neutral as to not betray your excitement at the prospect. 

“Oh! No” He’s quick to answer, eyes quickly flitting to the hand he takes off his face as if to confirm he doesn’t need one. He rubs the palm on his shirt anyway, which turns into anxiously playing with the neckline. “I just…um…nevermind.” 

“Okay…” you’ve never been one to push Idia, so you give him a moment, alleviating the pressure by facing the movie again. You can’t become fully invested again, however, all too aware of how Idia has shifted his body away from you. Previously he sat cross legged but now his legs are pressed together, knees pointing away from you, and the rosy tendrils of his hair grow increasingly vibrant. You’re only allowed to sneak glances at him because his eyes are very deliberately pointed to the screen although you’re positive his mind is racing elsewhere. This is confirmed when he suddenly speaks up.

“I…uh…didn’t need the tissue” he chews on his lip before continuing. “But when I sneezed…I..there was something…that happened…came out….I mean” He closes his eyes as if bracing for your reaction. Your lips part in surprise but quickly twist into a smile. You have a very good idea of what he means, but you’d much rather hear it from his lips. 

“What happened, baby?” You gently prod. 

“I didn’t realize that I had to… that it was full…” yellow eyes finally glance at you again, but they quickly shift to the opposite corner of the room so he can finish his sentence. “I peed a little…” 

“Oh…did you?” Your tone is one of pleasant surprise. 

“I guess my bladder could use some more EXP” He mumbles. It’s only the slightest movement, but you don’t miss how he rubs his thighs together.

“Perhaps it’s time for another boss encounter then” you tuck a piece of Idia’s hair behind his ear letting your fingertips trail down his neck as you enjoy his subtle shiver under your touch. “Feeling up to it?”

He nods quickly, licking his lips in anticipation. Moving the laptop you position yourself in front of him. “Let’s get these off, yeah” He nods again. 

“Can’t speak, baby? Are you too excited or too distracted by how full you are, huh?” He lets out a soft moan at your words.

“Which is it?” You tease the band of his sweats, letting them snap back onto his skin and watch as he tries his best not to squirm.

“Both. Please just take them off” He manages to get out. His desperation shows as he clumsily tries to help you, panting lightly afterwards as he allows you to guide his legs apart. You tsk at the sight that awaits you.

“I thought you said it was a little leak… I was expecting a spot maybe this big” You tease him by tracing a small circle over his underwear, intentionally avoiding his small, swollen cock. He mewls at the contact just barely shifting.

“But your underwear is soaked baby. Why don’t you feel how wet you are.” You take his hand in yours and guide his fingertips over the outline of the damp stain on his grey briefs. When they graze over his tip, he muffles a gasp, bucking his hips into his own hand. You help him apply more pressure to the sensitive area, delighting in the way he moans and tries to squeeze his thighs together.

“Can’t make it too easy for you” You keep his legs apart, continuing to stroke his length through his underwear when his own hand stops. You can tell he’s building up to a climax so you slow your motions, teasing him. Your other hand drifts under his shirt finding the bulge of his bladder. 

“Look at that” you slightly press on it causing Idia to whimper. “No wonder you had such a big leak. You’re so full, baby. Practically bursting and you didn’t even know. I bet it’d feel nice to let it all go”

“Please” he begs. You hadn’t intended to let him gain relief so easily, but the way he writhed under the small pressure of your hand was too hard to resist. You pressed down further, massaging his bladder, and pinch his tip at the same time, making him release a strangled moan. The piss comes first, stain growing quickly and leaking out onto his thighs. He twitches under your touch, climax coming soon after. 

After you help him ride out his orgasm, you place a soft kiss on his still sensitive tip, eliciting a weak whine from his lips. 

“Gained 100 EXP” he mutters.

You chuckle moving up to place another kiss on his lips this time. “Very deserved. Now let’s focus on that HP.”

#april showers event #p/iss #snz #cw dumbification #stuck being my number one hater for my writing lately but i’m on vacation so i’m trying to get out of my rut #cant decide if i like this or not but i’m posting it anyway #:p

[saetoshis]

yoriichi who has the best breathy moans when you ride him. your pussy swallowing his cock whole and he cant help but shudder under you with his hands grabbing your hips so hard he’ll leave bruises later. praising you, telling you how good you feel around him and how well you take his big cock. the bulge that reappears whenever you slam your hips down as he groaning and twitching against your sticky walls. he cant help but rut up into you when he’s close, keeping your hips flush against his as his cum shoots up into your spasming heat and spilling down the sides of his thick cock. you’ve made him feel good, now with himself between your trembling thighs he thinks you deserve a reward too. it’s merely a bonus that he’s cleaning your messy pussy up with his tongue in the process

ASFASLJFA literally this bonked me on the head so hard it gave me a concussion 😻😻😻

[‹ WITH ›] yoriichi!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

afab!reader, riding, soft top!yoriichi, size kink, praise, pet names [baby, pretty thing], some dumbification, creampie, cunnilingus + a blowjob [69ing], cum eating

"just like that... just like that, baby. little more for me. just for me..."

yoriichi's every gentle praised mutter is enough to make your head spin, hips stuttering as they swirl and grind in his lap. his eyes are hazed in a glassy sheen as they watch your pretty expressions and tits bouncing right in front of him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped as soft rasped words spill out like a broken dam.

"t-too big, yori," you murmur and whine, his cock stretching between your walls and pressing up into places you didn't even know could possibly be reached - just getting it to fit inside was a pain.

"shh, i know, i know," yoriichi coos against your lips as his hands drag along your waist, hips slowly grinding up to meet yours and bury his cock into the hilt of your pussy. his tongue slips out to tangle with yours, your every choked whimper filling his mouth and making his cock feel tighter. "know it's big, baby, i'm sorry... but you can take it, can't you? for me?"

"y-yeah, for you..." you parrot mindlessly, letting his brawny hands guide your body to bounce in his lap. the room echoes with wet smacks and fervent moans, shallow breaths intermingling as you chase sheer euphoria together. "gonna help you feel good..."

"yeah? there you go, pretty thing. g-getting me so close," yoriichi gasps out, fingers digging into your ass harshly enough to leave marks he'll qualm about finding tomorrow morning. he can't help the ache in his cock as it twitches with every wet drag along your walls, and it takes every ounce of will in him not to fuck up into you greedily.

"y-yori, wanna feel you cum inside," your pleasure-drunken words rattle in his brain and trigger something innate in him, something he can't resist.

it only takes a split second before his resolve cracks and he's grabbing your hips taut, brawny arms and chest flexing sharply with every forceful bounce and brash smacking noise. apologies of 'so sorry baby, can't hold back anymore' come out in a slew of gasped mumbles, his maroon eyes hazy with neediness and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"s-shit, you're so good for me. love the way you take it," yoriichi grunts out roughly between shallow pants, cock twitching at each slapping connection of your hips. shudders flitter down his abs like a cascade, climax swelling in his body as he rasps out, "gonna make me cum nice and hard... gonna give you what you want, baby."

with his cock bottomed out and his eyebrows furrowed, shaky gasps and moans fall out of his gaped mouth as ropes and ropes of cum spill between your walls. it takes just a few slow grinds of his hips for his cum to leak out around his shaft, your eyes half-lidded as you peer at the mess smothering between your thighs.

"come up here, let me clean you up," yoriichi mutters breathily in a euphoria-entranced daze, letting himself slip out from your cunt as he turns you around - your hips now hovering over his face with your head just inches from his slick-smothered cock. "gonna make you feel good now..."

your tongue flits along the head of his cock, eliciting a shudder from him as you wrap your lips around his shaft to suck and fervently lick the slick cum coating it. you can't help but whine out onto his now-sensitive cock as his tongue delves through your folds, catching the mixture of his cum and your slick into his mouth.

"s-shit, yori... feels good," you murmur incoherently as the head of his cock pokes into your cheek, all before you glide down further to shove your nose into his hips. the abrupt groan he lets out is panted and shuddered, his fingers digging into your plush hips as he rapaciously shoves his tongue into your cunt.

"feel it all, baby... it's all for you."

2022 MUZANS.

tagging: @cherrykamado @aveegrex @inumaki-i

#ASDHAOSDJN YORIICHI #GOD BLESS GOD BLESS #[‹ moshi's favs : cadie ›] #[‹ moshi : moshi? ›] #[‹ moshi : writes ›] #[‹ yoriichi! ›] #yoriichi smut #yoriichi x reader #kny smut #kny x reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #cw breeding #cw size kink #cw dumbification

[deer-fic-fics]

@inkyquince ’s post about Harper being obsessed with dolls, their asylum being their doll house, and PC being their favorite doll… rotating it in my mind so much. (hope it’s alright to tag you as credit, if not I can take the tag down)

Edit: AND @swpdz000’s comic about it!! Beautiful art, can’t believe I neglected to tag the first time around. Apologies 🥲

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

Because with all of Harper’s… other tendencies, you can’t convince me Harper wouldn’t enjoy fully doll-ifying PC… using hypnosis to make your brain slip away, and drugs to calm your muscles… playing dress up with you but mostly leaving you undressed, bc,,, Harper,,,

I imagine most of Harper’s doll collection is vintage, antique, or elegant bjds, that they like to look at and care for (while the dolls they actually play with, and often break, are asylum patients), but maybe they’d also be interested in making a ‘Barbie’ out of their PC… bimboifying, himboifying, themboifying PC, modifying your body with surgeries and hormones…

#does this make any sense 🧍 #cw dollification #cw bimboification #cw himboification #cw themboification #cw dumbification #cw drugs #cw intox play #cw hypnosis #cw malpractice #cw medical malpractice #mdni #nsft #DoL #degrees of lewdity #Harper the Doctor #my thoughts #smut #Harper x PC #Harper x Reader

[frenchfrywrites]

CODE y69

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab gn top dom(ish) living human reader, trans man bottom zombie Vil Schoenheit, monster(fucker) au, monsterfucking, medical play, roleplay, breeding kink, lots of drool, vil goes nonverbal, slight dumbification

Words used for Vil: pussy, cunt, tits, hole, clit. Mention of him having a period and getting pregnant

The sound of the door to Vil's bedroom opening softly tears his attention away from his vanity.

"Ah, sorry," he stares through the mirror at his door, where the doctor– he gathers from the white coat and stethoscope– he arranged a house visit with stands awkwardly in the doorway. "Am I interrupting something?" You ask, setting down your bag of medical devices and instruments on Vil’s bed.

"No," he’s quick to answer, capping the tube of lipstick he'd been applying and standing to greet you. Both of you size one another up as Vil sluggishly crosses the room. You’re handsome in the long white lab coat, undoubtedly so, and if he had the blood to do so, Vil thinks he might feel flushed. The mild anxiety he typically finds himself having when he’s among the living settles in, and he feels the urge to preen and reapply his makeup.  

The two of you exchange introductions, and Vil notes that your hand feels so nice and warm when it shakes his, before you ask him to make himself comfortable on his bed. Vil sits himself down as gracefully as possible as you open your bag “I almost thought I had the wrong patient,” you offer him a bashful smile, applying hand sanitizer to your hands, then tugging on some gloves. “You looked so alive,” and your admission earns you a soft laugh from Vil. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles quietly. After his untimely demise Vil's tried his best to cover his dead skin, the chunks of missing flesh, and his vacant eyes. He appreciates his efforts being recognized. 

“Alright, let’s just jump right in, yeah?!” you give him a wide smile, “can you tell me your first and last name? And your date of birth?” Vil tells you the information easily. “And when did you become undead?”

“A couple of months ago,” he hopes you don’t pry much more than that. It’s not something he likes to dwell on.

“Great! Do you remember the last physical you had when you were alive?” you ask carefully, rummaging around in your bag.

Vil doesn’t remember much from before his death. He has people he knows- or knew- tell him things about himself, but most of what they tell him feels blurry and out of reach.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” you say when he hasn’t responded in a while. He hums- and it sounds a bit too close to the sluggish groan he’s heard from older zombies for his liking- and anxiously flattens the wrinkles on his skirt. 

“This will be a bit different from an exam that an alive person might experience, but that’s why you called me in the first place,” you ramble as you put on a pair of gloves. 

“I’m going to skip over taking your blood pressure and checking your heart, for obvious reasons,” you tell him, standing next to where he’s seated. Suddenly, you press yourself into Vil’s personal space, 

“Can I touch you Mr. Schoenheit?” and logically Vil knows his heart has stopped beating for a long time, but he feels like it flutters in his chest all the same.

“Yes,” he consents, trying his best to not sound breathless. You take his head in your hands, feeling around his skull. 

“You have lovely hair Mr. Schoenheit,” it’s an offhand comment, but it makes Vil feel like he’s on cloud nine. 

“Thank you,” he practically whispers as you gently touch the back of his neck. 

“Good,” you step back and Vil tries not to follow your touch, “looking great! I’m going to ask you to make some facial expressions with me now, so I can see how your muscles are working.”

Vil nods, folding his hands in his lap. 

“Could you frown for me?” he does as he’s told, “then smile? Then puff your cheeks?” distantly, Vil remembers that people have told him he was in movies when he was alive; a memory of acting exercises comes back to him faintly as he moves his face through various expressions.

“Hm, I can see that the muscles on the right side of your face are still quite stiff,” Vil’s face falls at the news, “hey, it’s alright!” you caress his right cheek gently, massaging the muscle by his jaw gently. Even though your hand is gloved, Vil can still feel the heat radiating off your flesh all the same. He feels hungry. “Anyone who is not specifically looking for it would not notice, I promise,” you reassure. “Now can you open your mouth for me?” 

Vil drops his jaw and it cracks a bit, leaving his mouth open just a bit wider than a living being would be capable of. That’s not true, he corrects himself, knowing that the naga can open their mouths nearly twice as more as he can. 

“Oh Mr. Schoenheit what lovely teeth you have!” you joke, and despite himself, Vil laughs. “Seriously, you have a full set! Many of my clients would dream of having your mouth,” you muse, running your fingers along his teeth. The urge to wrap his lips around your fingers and suck is overwhelming, but somehow Vil finds it in himself to resist it. He thinks you must be a little stupid, even if you are a doctor, for putting your fingers in a flesh-eaters mouth. Slipping your fingers from his mouth you reach into your bag and grab a wooden depressor. 

With your free hand you grab a small flashlight from your breast pocket, and press the wooden stick against his tongue. 

“Say ahhh,” you instruct. The noise that comes out of Vil is closer to that of a moan, but you don’t comment on that. You press the depressor further back and he gags. With a look of surprise you pull away from him, removing the depressor from his mouth as you do. 

“Sorry, did that hurt?” you ask curiously. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. 

“It wasn’t so bad,” he confesses. Your eyes widen just a fraction, but Vil takes note of it. Turning back to your bag you take out an otoscope, “We’re going to check your eyes and ears next, you haven’t noticed any vision or hearing loss, have you?” Vil shakes his head, thankful that so much of his body continues to function.

“Can you look at…” you trail off, glancing behind you at his wall, “the calendar back there for me?” He looks at it as you flash the light into his eyes. “Ah, are you wearing contacts?” you ask after a moment. Vil hesitates to answer, but eventually nods, “I’m sorry Mr. Schoenheit, but I need you to take those out.”

With a sigh Vil makes quick work of removing the colored contacts- or as quick as he can be with the body he inhabits now. Trying his best not to pout he lets you take a good look at his glossed over, foggy eyes. 

“You’ve got very pretty eyes Mr. Schoenheit,” you say as you pull away, “pretty and they're doing everything that eyes should be doing!” Vil huffs, 

“Flattery will get you everywhere doctor.” You manuver Vil's head so you can look into his ear, brushing his hair back to get a better look and further exposing his expression. 

“I’m already alone in your room with you Mr. Schoenheit,” you whisper, moving to look at the other ear, “how much more will flattery get me?” you muse. Vil is so glad his body can no longer blush, because he thinks he’d be as red as a tomato if he were living. 

“Ah,” he goes to say something but before he can come up with anything, you’re moving onto the next thing. Feeling a little dumbstruck he watches you take off the stethoscope around your neck, and put it on. 

“I’m going to take a listen to your lungs now, is that alright?” Vil nods, so you continue. “Would you please lift your shirt a bit?” With slightly shaking hands (the excitement of having you so close is having an apparent effect on him) he lifts his blouse for you. Sliding your hand under the fabric, you press the cold metal to his chest, and Vil gasps. 

“Sorry,” you whisper in his ear, not sounding very apologetic. “Can you take a deep breath for me?” Vil does his best, trying to sound relaxed and calm, even when he feels the opposite. “Sounds good!” and within a blink of an eye you’re gone. 

After stuffing away your stethoscope you turn to Vil, “right, so next we’re going to- oh,” you stop mid sentence, staring at his chest. Vil looks down, trying to see what you could be looking at, only to find that his nipples are hard. Shame washes over him, and he tries his best to cover himself, but you stop him, sitting next to him on the bed.

“It’s okay! I’m sorry I had such an unprofessional reaction, it’s just I don’t see that often with my patients,” you rub his shoulder comfortingly and Vil slowly drops his arms. 

“Can I take a look?” You ask after a moment. Vil tucks his hair behind his ear, nodding slowly. Your hand falls from Vil’s shoulder to the hem of his shirt. As you tug it upwards you expose more of his skin. 

There are small patches of decay, some skin that’s been stitched back together, and on his left side some of his ribs are exposed. With your other hand you thumb over one of his nipples, and Vil lets out a soft gasp. He feels so good having you touch him that any insecurity he’d normally have about the rotting, peeling flesh previously covered by his shirt is flung out the window.

“Did that hurt?” and Vil feels tingly all over at the quiet rumbling sound of your voice.

“No doctor,” he breathes, his breath hitching when you rub your thumb over it again. 

“Feels good, Mr. Schoenheit?” you check, not giving Vil any relief as you continue to rub circles around his nipple.  

Not trusting his voice, Vil nods, blinking slowly as waves of pleasure work their way through his body. 

And as quickly as it started, it’s over. You pull back, and much to Vil’s humiliation, he can’t help but lean forward and try to chase your touch. 

“Ah,” he makes a soft noise as his brain catches up. Part of him wishes to beg for more, but his pride stops him.

“Are you having other reactions, Mr. Schoenheit?” you ask softly. Vil rubs his legs together as he focuses,

“Yes doctor,” he answers honestly. Your smile widens at that,

“Amazing,” you praise, “can I see?” Vil lets out a low groan at that. Instead of using his words, Vil takes the hem of his skirt, and lifts it so you can see his soaked panties. Vil can’t help but grin when your warm touch returns to his chilled body as you gently run your fingers from his clit to his hole. 

“Such a responsive, functional body,” you hum in his ear, and Vil clumsily jerks his hips into your touch, clutching desperately at his skirt. 

“May I take a closer look Mr. Schoenheit?” 

“Yes please, doctor,” Vil moans, his words slurring together. You slide off the bed, and between Vil’s decayed thighs. Your hands tug at the top of his panties, and with some combined effort, the two of you manage to take them off him. 

“Oh look at you,” you coo, using two gloved fingers to peel apart his pussy lips. The heat from your body, even with a layer of gloves between the two of you, feels scalding against his frigid skin. It makes him want to melt into you. He clutches tightly at the fabric of his skirt, putting all his energy there so he doesn’t reach out to touch you. 

"Ah," Vil gasps softly when your finger begins to slowly rub circles onto his clit. 

“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, but he doesn’t seem to care, and instead nods dumbly. Looking up at him, you take note of how Vil’s eyes go in and out of focus as he watches you play with his cunt.

It takes a while for him to notice, but Vil eventually sees the hard to ignore tent in your pants. Within the moment that he notices your hard-on, you slip a finger inside of him, and he jerks violently, letting out a long, guttural moan. 

“I want to see if the muscles here are working correctly,” you explain, though you doubt he’s even listening to you.

Vil opens up nicely around your fingers, producing more than enough slick to accommodate the intrusions. His clit took a while to get erect, but it now stands proudly, twitching and aching for attention. While fucking him slowly with two fingers, you use your thumb to play with it. This draws a groan from out of Vil. You doubt he’d appreciate being told so, but it’s the kind of groan that’s classic of his zombie kind. 

“Unnngh,” he moans, “g’nna uhmm,” and there’s just enough consonants and vowels for you to put together what he’s trying to say. You pull back, refusing him of the orgasm that was so steadily approaching. 

“Wuh?” he blinks slowly, and you watch as his pussy attempts to clench around nothing. “Huh, please,” Vil groans breathlessly when he finally processes that you’re no longer touching him. 

“It looks like your ability to self lubricate is working perfectly. I wonder though, Mr. Schoenheit, do you still get your period?” you ask, removing your white coat and gloves.

“No, doctor,” Vil replies after a moment, entranced with watching you undress. 

“Then I suppose the only way we’d be able to tell if you’re able to get pregnant or not is by having me fuck your womb full of cum,” Vil nods along, though he questions your logic. He’ll agree with whatever you say if it means you’ll fuck him. 

You reach into your bag, and after a moment of rustling around, pull out a vial of lube.

Laying back, he spreads his legs wider, making room for you to join him on the bed. He makes a pretty picture, with his skirt bunched around his hips, and his shirt pulled up to show off his tits. You tell him as much,

“You look so good,” you praise, and Vil preens, smiling and spreading his legs wider. You make yourself comfortable between his thighs, massaging his stiff muscles gently. Fumbling a bit, you open the lube, and lather your cock. Vil doesn’t mind the slight lull in action, instead focusing his energy on reaching up and linking his arms around your neck to pull you close. 

He moans when he feels the tip of your cock press against his hole. Vil feels like he’s never been more alive as he feels your tip press into him. He knocks his head back against his pillow, arching his back as you slowly push yourself into him. 

“There we go,” you coo, rubbing his hips and thighs lovingly when you’re balls deep inside of him. “How’re you feeling Mr. Schoenheit? Any pain? Any discomfort?” you check in, because Vil looks fucked dumb already. 

“Guh-” he groans, then mumbles to himself. You wait patiently, and finally he forms a coherent sentence, “good, you feel- good,” he whines, his mascaraed lashes squeezing shut. His words divulge into mumbles and groans as he tries to tell you about how deep your cock is inside of him, and how hot you feel.

Slowly, you start to move your hips, fucking him nice and deep to make sure he’s properly adjusted to the intrusion before you take it up a notch. Vil practically melts into the bed beneath him, weakly holding onto you, his pussy clenching and twitching around you every so often. 

“You feel so good,” you tell him softly, “ah, so tight,” you groan. Vil keens, and then instead of using his words- which he seems to have lost already- he tries his best to work his hips back against yours. You let out a breathless laugh, “faster already?” and Vil nods, letting out a pathetic whine.

“I’ve got you darling,” you coo, easily picking up the pace. He lets out a pleased moan, settling back down and returning to laying like a corpse under you. 

“Just- ah- lay back and let me fuck you baby, you don’t ngh have to think at all, let me do all the work, sweet thing,” he nods dumbly at your instructions. 

“Shit,” you breathe, fucking him so hard that his tits bounce with each thrust. Your hand fumbles around for a second before coming in contact with Vil’s clit. When you begin to rub at it as you fuck him, Vil cries out, his mouth falling open with a loud click, and his clouded eyes rolling into his skull. He clenches like a vice around you, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he may have cum.

Drool begins to pool from his mouth as you play with his clit, and he lets out weak groans when you thrust him particularly hard or deep. 

“I’m close,” you strain, because god you think you could get off just from looking at him, and the way he’s fluttering and clenching around you only gets you closer and closer to climax. Vil babbles something incomprehensible, drool continuing to fall from his mouth, puddling on the pillow and sheets beneath him, and thoroughly slicking his chin. 

One of his hands falls from where it’s been wrapped around your neck, and rubs at his belly. Your hips stutter as you catch his drift, 

“Fuck, yeah, ‘m gonna cum inside you Vil, gonna get you pregnant, gonna fill your womb, ungh, you want that?” he nods, his clit twitching under your fingers. 

“Cum with me- Vil- c’mon baby,” you feel like you’re teetering on a cliff edge, just moments away from coming face to face with your orgasm. 

He falls first, his groan of your name getting stifled as he slaps an arm over his mouth, squirting on your cock as you fuck him through it. You cum not long after, keeping your promise and snapping your hips flush against his as you pump him full of your cum. 

You stay seated inside Vil until he weakly pinches your skin with his other hand, a nonverbal cue that your fingers on his clit and your cock inside him are making him sore with overstimulation. Pulling out you take a second to watch your cum ooze out of his pussy. If he hadn’t communicated that he was sore, you wouldn’t hesitate to get your head between his thighs and clean him up with your mouth. 

Instead you flop down next to him, and take his cold body into your warm embrace. Vil removes his arm from covering his messy mouth, and snaps his jaw back into place. His eyes go unfocused as he looks at you next to him, and moving on instinct, he goes for your neck. His teeth just barely graze your skin before he realizes what he’s doing and resists the urge to devour you. Instead, Vil kisses your neck as an apology before pulling back.

Now that there's a bit of space between the two of you, you can get a good look at him. Vil looks properly fucked, his lipstick smudged, his mouth slick and sticky with drool, his mascara running slightly, his hair all out of place.

You can’t help but lean in and give him a loving kiss. Vil kisses back weakly, humming a tad mournfully against your lips. You think he’s probably still upset about nearly letting his monstrous inclinations take over. Through the kiss you try to convey that you trust him and love him. When you pull back there's a comfortable silence between the two of you for a brief second.

“Next time, I want to be the doctor,” Vil finally speaks, his voice rough and fried. You laugh, nuzzling into him, and pulling the comforter over the two of you. 

“Ooh I like that, can you be all fascinated and awed with my living body?” you prompt, causing Vil to crack a smile. 

“I think I could, at the very least, act like I would be “fascinated and awed”” he mimics you playfully. You laugh loudly, kissing him between giggles. 

“Whatever you say, Dr. Shoenheit,” you tease, kissing him again before he can get the last word in.

#cw spit #cw monsterfucking #cw breeding kink #cw medical kink #cw dumbification #i might expand this au.. who knows lol #bottom vil schoenheit #spice

[starrierknight]

thinking about fucking the brains out of pretentious!suguru... he starts mansplaining the plot of The Catcher and The Rye and how no one understands Pulp Fiction like him and I just. shove my fingers into his mouth and overstimulate him until he can't speak so he'll finally shut up.

#this is so niche but the target audience is ME #cw dumbification #[ ✪ ] — getou suguru thirst #[ ❀ ] — reece's rambling

[justblades]

belly bulge with shu. imagine fucking him with a dildo so big and so long. imagine putting his hand on his stomach to feel the dildo appearing and disappearing and he just goes 😵😵😵😵

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warnings : belly bulge, dumbification

shu whose eyes would widen in disbelief when he feels the bulge up and down his stomach from how big you were.

shu whose drools start to get everywhere on the bed staining the sheets when you fuck him dumb

shu whose hole starts to mold around your shape to assure you that you'e the only one who can fit in him and do him like that (sorcery thingz 😏)

lastly, shu whose lips keep saying "i don't want it anymore!" but he still wriggles his ass against your pelvis like a desperate boy he is <3

#ꨄten thirsts #ᥫ᭡ 🍭 anon ! #shu yamino #shu yamino smut #shu yamino x reader #luxiem smut #cw belly bulge #cw dumbification