Yandere!househusband Gives Me Soft Dom Vibes. Idk Why He Just Seems Really Sweet And Is Most Likely The

Yandere!househusband gives me soft dom vibes. Idk why he just seems really sweet and is most likely the worshipping type.

soft? sure. dom? not sure about that. a worshipping type? yeah. incredibly good with his tongue? oh boy.

also these asks got me in a chokehold BYEEE ILY GUYS 😭

cw: afab!reader, nsfw, dub-con, drugging, cunnilingus, belly bulge, ruined orgasm, mentions of breeding

yan!househusband is indeed soft, but only towards you!

you've seen the way how people give him weird looks whenever he stares at you with lovestruck eyes. you're fully aware of the reason why— a brave few have told you about your husband's hostility towards them, but… you don't really believe it? i mean, why would you? yan!househusband is nothing of the sort! he's kind and gentle and an absolute sweetheart, and he never once got mad at you for any mistakes you did.

yan!househusband would be the type to compliment you every day. even while you're away at work, he would send you sweet messages, telling you how he already misses you and that you need to come home asap. :((

yan!househusband would make sure that you'll never have to worry about house chores again. the moment you come home, every room has been thoroughly cleaned and dinner's already served on the table. he tells you not to worry about anything else and simply eat the meal he's laced with aphrodisiacs made with love!

yan!househusband who just loves loves looooves to you spoil you when you're suddenly in the mood to kiss him!

yan!househusband who gets all shy when you realize he had stained his pants after you've kissed him for two minutes. he loves it when you tease him by running your fingers through his tent and when he's practically flushed just by simply making out with you.

he'd grind his clothed dick outside of your cunt, his sticky cum dripping from the tip as it soaks his underwear and smears it all around your throbbing core.

yan!househusband who absolutely loves it when you lie down on a pillow and spread your legs, giving him access to your wet cunt. he'll immediately start to clip his arms on your thighs and bury his face into your pussy, lapping it up until you start twitching. and when you try to close your legs, he would open and force them apart while sliding his tongue up and down your hole, tasting you deeper.

he'd ruin your orgasm by licking your clit and massaging the bud on your lips, only to stop when you'd cry out that you're coming. he loves it when you spill your cum before him without even fully reaching your climax. it's okay, darling— he'll kiss your legs to say sorry and still do it again. <3

yan!househusband loves loves loooves seeing your belly bulge with the outline of his dick moving in little, teasingly slow thrusts. he could feel your walls clenching around his hard length, making it difficult for him to move faster without immediately cumming. don't get him wrong— he would absolutely love to fill you with his wet and sticky seed, but the last thing he wants is for you to hate him. so he'd rather torture himself than to displease you in any way.

yan!househusband who just loves to take his time adoring you. <3

Toji with a puppy girl👀

Nah cuz puppy!reader…x wolf!toji‼️⁉️ GOODBYE YALL🫡

Alright imagine wolf cop!Toji and puppy!reader who accidentally got caught speeding and acting all fidgety and nervous when he made her roll her window down. Wolf cop!Toji’s leaning against your car door, merely asking for your driver’s license and you’re already shaking in your seat.

The first thing you did was trying to explain why you were speeding just a little, to buy some heat suppressants and Toji could see that you weren’t lying about that. Puppy girl is all sweaty, your eyes are droopy with indecipherable lust and your aromal pheromones were begging him to breed you. He is a servant of the law, supposedly having to be professional on his job, but fuck did he want to help you with your heat.

He doesn’t know the extent of his self-control and he has no interest in testing it today—so he promptly sends puppy off with a warning, he’d better not catch you speeding again.

The next time he saw puppy was a few seasons later—when he was passing by an alley on the way home from dinner with the chief. There was a little yelp of desperation, and what seemed to be someone calling for help. He could smell the scent fraught and despair, along with a familiar whiff of feminine pheromones.

Stalking into the tenebrous alleyway, he found you cowering all scared over the corner, ears back and tail between your legs as a hooded male prowled closer to you. 

Without much thinking, Toji hauled the male away from you, smashing his frame against the wall before locking his hands behind his back. 

The man tried to fight back but it was all simply in futile. He could try all he want but Toji would still have him subjugated under his strength. Ripping the hoodie off of him, and as his features were described; it was the serial rapist around your area. 

“Oi!” he called for your attention, sobbing as you shut your thighs tight together. “Get my phone outta my pocket.”

You did as you’re told, dialling the number he chanted aloud and soon the cops were there to bring the male under custody. 

“Thank you for saving me, sir,” you spoke to the intimidatingly huge wolf. And Toji returned with a terse ‘welcome’, noting the crimson blush you wore underneath your cheeks and your strong intoxicating scent; it made his head heavy and the world seemed to whirled in his sight. 

“Yer’ alright?” his voice was comfortingly deep, the grizzly pitch scratching the nerves in your ears. You’re practically sweating, and acting like how you were the first time he saw you. “Why are you out here alone this late?”

“I was going to get some heat suppressants and my car was getting fixed. So I had to walk…” you embarrassingly cried. Fuck, he swore in his head, not again. The officers were busy with the rapist bastard and letting you continue your walk alone seemed unsafe. So, he’d better send you back as quickly as possible and get on his merry way home. 

Or so he thought. 

“Please, please, please…!” you tearily whined, rubbing yourself against his knee, nose buried deep in his neck, breathing in his manly essence. Toji was beating back a groan, your scent punching his nostrils and messing up his heartbeat. He was supposed to drive you home, and somehow you’re straddled on top of him just as he has reached your home.

“Hey—”

“It hurts s’much, sir!” you’ve balled his shirt into your fist, staring at him with those wet puppy eyes. It’s your hormones against his instincts, and he has to put himself under control no matter what. “The toys are no use, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Where’s ya suppressant?” Toji sighed as he rummaged through your bag, his thigh began to dampen and the bulge in his pants pumped against the restraints of his brief as it grew in size. You didn’t manage to buy it, did you?

“Please, save me,” your voice broke as you cried, desperation oozing out of your eyes along with your tears. He could feel your pulse through his pants and your drenched panty, and fuck were you pushing him towards the edge of his limits. “It’s just this once, please…!”

Your words were the breaking point that wrenched the very last of his self-control out of his wavering self. But rules are still rules, and he worked quickly to call his partner, instructing him to help log out of his shift system for him. You were practically all over him when the phone call ended, your little teeth nipping and licking over his saliva-coated neck.

“Bad girl,” Toji clicked his tongue, his voice was low, almost predatory with a growl. You let out a yelp when he grabbed your face, forcing your head to the side as to expose the supple skin of your neck. It wasn’t fair for you to mark him without expecting him to imprint on you. Especially when you’d let out your adorable gasps as he sunk his sharp teeth into your flesh, your skin threatening to break and blood ready to flow under the subjugation of his canines.

He would only learn more of the sound you’d make when he pressed a finger against your pulsing clit through your embarrassingly wet panty, teasing and rolling your bud until your body shook and voice begged him to touch you more.

You were all he could smell and hear, his mind and body nearly drunk off of your pheromones that bubbled into the sizzling hot air. And it took the rest of a pathetic amount of restrain left in him not to eat you whole. He would have to compromise on the honey that seemed to coat your skin, sucking and biting the sweetness off of you.

Your gasps turned to whines when he stuffed a finger into your heat, a single digit of his large enough to please your squeezing cunt. But he expected you to take more than that, stretching out your slick-dripped pussy with two of his thick fingers. Your cavern squelched as he slipped them in and out of you, your head growing heavy and your eyesight turning hazy.

“Feel so—nnh, good…!” you slurred through the pleasure that shook your nerves. Your movements did nothing but agitated the bulge in his trousers, and Toji hated being edged of all things. So he had your wrists bounded by his cuffs, your arms raised above his head and your motions then restricted to your hips as you buckled them from the tingles in your core.

Toji smirked through one of the bite he was marking on your chest when he pumped his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt faster, his thumb reaching your clit and stimulating both of them at the same time. You burst into heightened cries as you felt your orgasm coming close, your hips rolling with his thick fingers as they curled over the gummy part of your wall, your eyes rolling to the back of head as pressure started building in your core.

“Mmnh—I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you repeated into a chant, your features twisting to his enjoyment as he watched you come undone from his mere fingers.

From the look of it, Toji knew you haven’t had enough. You were at the height of your heat, any coherence long melted into your innate desires to mate, for hours at least. You tried to free yourself from the cuff he’d locked you in, your eyes raking over his body down to the pumping size in his pants, a spot of pre-cum damp from your doings.

“Please, sir…” you whined through your adorable doe eyes, your craving for his cock to fill your cunt catching up to your limit. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Toji smirked, nipping the end of your sensitive ear, causing you to shudder from his touch. He loved the fact that he doesn’t have to ask for you to beg for him, his animalistic ego stroked by your adorable neediness.

Your eyes nearly popped out when you watched him unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to release his fat cock, veiny and pulsing and ready to pump you full. You were almost too eager to fit him inside of you, your hips sinking down a little too quickly. But Toji was quicker to grab you before you hurt yourself. You were already well prepared, your body releasing all the hormones necessary but still, you were built a little too small for him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Toji chuckled as you wriggled in his hold. Just as he thought, your lips paused open when he slowly sank you halfway down his length, his thick cock pushing against the wall of your tummy, a little bump from the shape of his bulging from the inside of your stomach.

The both of you swore underneath your breaths, and you threw your head back when Toji started shifting into your hips. You were so damn tight and warm and wet that his carnal need to breed hit him like a fucking truck.

His jaw clenched as he forced his whole length into your pulsing hole, your eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip from how full you felt. Your breaths left your mouth as dragged moans when Toji began to draw his hips out and into your weeping cunt, slow but deep.

His thumb drew circles upon your hardened clit once again, attempting to ease your clenching hole but it did nothing but tightened your grip around his girth. “You gotta relax, pup,” he groaned into the sultry air, and you cried as you shook your head.

“M’ can’t! Please!” you mewled, rolling your hips for the least bit of friction, itching to ease the tingle between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Toji growled as tears of frustration began forming in your eyes. You weren’t the only one starved for sex, he’s been holding on for so long just not to hurt you. But you’re an eager one, can’t even wait for his cock to start moving and you’re sniffling your tears aback. “You better not regret this,” he clicked his tongue before drawing his hips back, slamming them up into your weeping cunt.

The car shook from the force and a scream lodge itself in your throat, your pussy ached with his cock dragging against your walls, and a pulsing warmth began to swarm all over your belly. “Haah—it’s s’good!” you mumbled unsteadily, your back arching into him and eyes turning crossed.

“I need you to be, shit—clearer, sweet.”

“Your cock f-feel s’good, sir!” you could feel the way Toji twitched inside of you, his pace relentless and rough. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the crack of the pressure in your core, and your released gushed all over his lap and car seat, the scent of your essence making his head heavy.

He doesn’t stop even when your lips spewed nothing but rambles, your drool slipping down your chin and onto your marked chest. Instead, he began to fuck himself into you, harder and faster. Your thighs shook for the way his cock spurred up your insides, it was as if he was trying to bring you apart then and there.

Toji bellowed out a low growl as his nails sank into the flesh on your hips, using your body like a flashlight and messing up your sore cunt. Your slick cavern hugged his cock tight as he twitched, the nerves on his tip dancing upon the fire of pleasure before you feel a rope of his velvety semen paint your insides white, a wave of orgasm crushing down over you soon after.

You’re too drunk and dumb off his cock to stop him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue idly lolling out. Toji had spent too much of his time enveloped in your mating pheromones, his hormones raging all over his body, twisting the levels until he was down to nothing but a hulking body of a male intending to impregnate.

Unbeknownst to you, it would take days for a wolf’s rut to wear off.

Yautja’s Reaction to His S/O Sexually Teasing Him...

How had he ended up here? Shackled to the bed with his little ooman atop him. He glanced up, testing the manacles. They held strong.

“Se’nok,” you purred, drawing his gaze. He stilled. Dear Paya… His mind went blank.

There you were, hovering atop him, your lips sensually toying with a dreadlock. Your hands smoothed over his chest, trailing to his neck. You inhaled his scent. His head fell back, giving you better access. “Mmm, do you like that?” 

Pauk, yes. He’d never imagined you could garner such control. Oomans are clever, he remembered, making up for their inferior size. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured under his breath.

“What was that?”

“When did you learn to tease, mate?”

You smiled, biting your lip. Slowly, you pressed down to grind yourself against him. “You wanna know my secret?” 

His breathing picked up as you leaned forward. You nibbled at his jaw before whispering in his ear, “Having you all trapped? It does things to me…” 

A low growl rumbled from his chest, his mandibles twitching. You grinned. “Oh, you like that?”

“A yautja female wouldn’t be half as cruel.”

“But I’m not yautja…”

Can u do a story with gun woo and he's a sub and it's fem reader dom with like overstim for him to the point we just drain him of every last morsel of cum in his body until he's basically crying and spewing nothing but incoherent begs to stop of course is consensual tho between both party's 😇😇

The flicking flames of the candles lit up the pitch-black room and cast an ominous, seductive glow. Your hand caressed your boyfriend's soft calve and trailed up from his thigh up to his firm chest. His heartbeat sped up wildly under your touch, and you could feel his unconcealed shudder of anticipation.

Gunwoo was truly beautiful, with his soft black locks lying messily over his forehead and blindfold. His kissed red, plump lips were shaped in a perfect O, as he tugged and struggled against his bonded wrists and ankles. His firm and defined chest heaved like he couldn't breathe.

"Jagiya, you're not b-being fair." He whined pathetically, lifting his hips in the air, bucking into the air. His cook stood tall and proud; the pinkish tip leaked pearl droplets. You chuckled, eyed his dick without shame, got in between his forced-apart legs, and laid down. "Never said I would be." You grin and drag your tonight flat against his twitching length to the tip before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. You were awarded by his sweet cries for mercy. This went on for a couple of hours, your mouth would bring him to the peak of heaven and then have him plummeting to earth, edging the poor man. Finally, after his tenth missed orgasm, you decided you were gonna treat yourself.

Sitting up, you swung your leg over his hips, his member lined perfectly with your dripping entrance. With one hand, you kept him lined to your core, and the other rested over his heart, "Buckle up, buttercup, this cowgirl is ready for her ride." That was Gunwoo's only warning before his cock was suddenly embedded in your wet, gummy walls.

You laughed as you already felt his seed squirt rope after rope. His hips stuttered, and moans ran out his lips like a river. "Really? You couldn't hold it? Pathetic boy." You scolded him mockingly as you lifted yourself until his tip was the only thing inside before slamming down. Exotic noises of wet, squelching of your slick, cum filed cunt along with sweaty skin slamming together was a fire mix tape to your ears. "Jagiya! I-no more cum- S' much" Gunwoo cried, unable to finish one sentence, his blindfold soaked with his salty tears and his hands braced on the rope of his bondage. "Oh, but you can." You purred, enjoying this all too much as every bounce had him spilling his seed. It had become too much for your sweet boyfriend.

"One more for me baby, promise." You lean down, breast against his chest, and catch your boyfriend's lips with yours. Your hips continued to work up and down at a fast pace; you could already imagine the mess behind you. Slick mixed seed, flying out of your joined sex, covering his hefty balls and your thighs, landing on the black bed sheets, painting a pleasured story of passion and torture. Gunwoo moaned into your mouth as he bucked frantically into your cunt as you bounced, and with one desperate, hard thrust, the last bit of his semen filled your stuffed pussy.

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long, dear Anon. I had smut burnout, but I think it's coming back. I hope this was worth the wait and you get to see this. ^^

Lorrrd forgive me for I have sinned

🥵🥵🥵

I never wanted to be a homewrecker so bad!!

“come’on sweetpea, tell daddy all about it.” this was you first time getting to fuck the big dick toji; and unsurprisingly he lived up to the hype. “a-as he fucked hermmm w-walls, h-his fingers rubbeddd her c-cli— tojiiii!!” you were really trying! you really really were, but he was so deep. cock all the way in your tummy. he bounced you on him effortlessly, basking in the stage lights and gazing eyes. toji knew how to please a women. you wanted to throw the book, throw it and let yourself go. enjoy the good dick - but sadly that just wasn’t an option.

“such a cock slut hm?” he whispered your ear- only for you. “like havin another woman husbands fuck.you.” you pumped into you hard as he said fuck you. no words could fall from your lips, your orgasms right there, your hand gripping the book tight as you threw your head back. “t-there! m’thereee” you whined! no faking in sight, you more into it than usual and fuck- you could give a fuck less if they knew you were actually cumming. “like havin my wife watch you get good dick?” your mouth salivated at his dirty talk. your hole clenching against the thick cock, cream dripping onto the condom; then you were stopped. “cut!” you wanted to burst into tears, your vision going blurry as his pumps stopped, toji letting your legs go but not making an effort to move.

you could hear people moving around you, closing your eyes as you continued to clench against him. “you both did good!” the director walked up to you both. “this was great! whenever you’re ready you can get up” she gave you a smile, then leaned down, and kissed her husband then walked away making you shiver. you felt a tingle of guilt. guilt of enjoying it, wanting more, almost cumming for her husband. “good pussy” toji mumbled rubbing his hands against your thighs once he saw she was out of sight. “one day im gonna make you cum pretty” he kissed your cheek raising you off of him, him and all of his glory in the viewing of everyone around.

“w-what about your wife?” you said stunned, pussy sore and throbbing. “what about her?” he chuckled. “she knew what came with having a husband who’s a pornstar doll,” and with that he walked away, making you crave more.

Slashers’ Reaction to Dry Humping

Anonymous: You should do slashers dry-humping!

Jason Voorhees

Sneaky Seducer. Wanting to sit on Jason’s lap? Just ask! He won’t know why you want to do it, but he’s not going to deny you. The second you rock against him, though, prepare yourself. *Hands fly to your waist in alarm* What are you doing?! *Gives you owl eyes*

Some Coaxing Required. *Kneads his thick muscles in hopes he’ll relax his death grip* Please, Jason? I just wanna try something. Darn it. How is he supposed to refuse when you’re looking at him with such longing?

Intimate. How could this feel so good? With you pressed against his chest, gripping onto him like a little barnacle, he wouldn’t know left from right. God, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. As you writhe together, he’d wrap his arms around you. Whatever this was, he never wanted it to end. *Face buried in your neck, holds on for dear life as you ride out the storm of pleasure*

Thomas Hewitt

Immediate sweating. *Aroused breathes puffing through his mask* W-What are you doing? Hands shakily clasping your hips, he’d be trembling with tension beneath you. Nevermind, he doesn’t care. Just don’t stop.

Muscle. Head tipped back, he’d bite his lip to keep from groaning as you slide along his clothed cock. God, he could feel your heat. At the sound of your whimpered moan, his gaze would snap to yours. Suddenly, he’d use his strength to press you harder against him, dragging you along his length as he thrusts against you.

Switch. Gazes locked, you’d beg him, “Harder.” And Thomas isn’t the type of man to refuse you, (Y/N). Standing with your wrapped around him, Thomas would stumble to the bed. Once he’s assured you’re comfortable, he’d set to work using his big body to pleasure yours. Is this what you needed, darlin’? You wanted more? *Pumps his hips into yours, eyes rolling back at the feel of your nails digging into his back*

Michael Myers

Distrust. *Narrows eyes* What do you mean you want to sit on him? This may not be the easiest task in the world. Letting him hold his knife should earn you some leeway, though. *Starts to grind against him, watches his entire body melt beneath you*

Definitely a Dom. Knife slipping, Michael would finally cast it aside, moving at lightning speed to reverse your position. *Flips you over, pins you beneath him* There, much better. Wrists held overhead, you’d be helpless as this massive entity towers above you. *Tilts his head to study you* 

Prepare Yourself. Michael loves being in control. And what better way to gain control than to learn what makes your toes curl with desire? Simply put, he’d experiment with his thrusts: some slow and deep–languidly grinding into you–others fast and jarring–making you gasp at his strength. Each time he hears you moan, he’ll repeat whatever caused it until you’re literally begging him to let you come.

Brahms Heelshire

No permission needed. There will be no coaxing with this man. Climbing onto his lap? Yes. Don’t you want to know why–? No. *Pulls you closer to straddle his quickly-forming erection.*

Loss of composure. Oh, he’d be a mess–but he’s your mess. Writhing beneath you, he’d whimper and moan, begging you not to stop. You feel so good, (Y/N). *Gives guttural moan* Oh, just like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. *Tightens his hold*

Lots of praise. Prepare for an ego boost. Your eyes, your body, your heart, your very soul–all of them are so fucking beautiful. You’re a work of art. He doesn’t deserve you, but, dear Lord, does he love you. *Pained look as he kisses you with all the emotion he can muster*

BONUS:

Slasher kinks…

Jason Voorhees: Intimacy. Jason may not be the most romantic man in the world, yet perhaps that’s why sexual acts always feel so intimate with him. How else is he to show what you mean to him? *Loses himself in you* You could break him so easily. Yet there you were, holding onto him as though you couldn’t bear to let go. You make him belong. You make him loved. You are his gift from above, and he’ll always cherish you.

Thomas Hewitt: DDLG-esque. Tell him what you need, (Y/N), and he’ll give it to you. Always. And when you’re in bed? Hearing you beg for him… God, it hits him in all the right places. *Strokes your front* Does that feel good, darlin’? At your whimpered nod, his heart would ache. Fuck, you’re all he needs in the world. *Lays in the cradle of your thighs, covering you completely as he just loves you*

Michael Myers: Edging. Oh, he wants to come, too…yet nothing is sexier than watching you lose all sense beneath him–than feeling you desperately cling to him as though he were the only thing keeping you sane. He never wants to make you cry, but seeing your eyes leak lustful tears? In a rare moment of animalistic care, he’d kiss them away, shushing you. Not yet, (Y/N). 

Brahms Heelshire. BDSM. He may be a deviant devil, but you hold the reigns, (Y/N). Seeing you there–knowing you could easily leave, yet chose to stay? Knowing you want him, too? *Cock pulses with need* And, God, that that grin. The way you smile, teasing him to the brink of release… It’s his favorite game. He’ll never get enough.