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Muzan Kitbusiji

God he is a mean dom

Like a really mean dom. And incredibly dominant in bed in general. Muzan will control you and use any excuse to punish you

Muzan is a sadist who is very much into impact play

He would love to slap any part of you but your ass? Yes. Absolutely

You can't tell me Muzan isn't into denial

If you say it's unfair? Mans gonna slow down, practically only cockwarming you with his hand in your hair. "Are you telling me you know better than me? Really, sweetheart? I thought you were smarter than to think that but I suppose I was wrong." And if you say no? Muzan will only use that as another excuse to fuck the brat out of you, even if you're not actually a brat

Muzan would probably be the type to cockwarm, watching you struggle to stay calm with his cock in your hole 

Muzan either wants to fuck you from behind or while holding you up, just to prove that he is stronger than you

Corruption kink. My god does this man have a corruption kink

Call him master, sir, or lord and he will instantly get hard

Speaking of his dick, let's get into details. Muzan has a pretty dick. Long and girthy with a slight curve that's perfect for filling you

Douma

Douma is a definite freak in the sheets

Another mean dom and a mean tease too

Like. If it's possible for someone to be into everything, Douma would be

Douma particularly likes taming brats that most others fail to tame. He'll probably pretend to be all nice too before punishing you, pushing you down onto his cock, growling in your ear. "You're so good at taking cock, yeah. Just like a good little slut, my own fucktoy. You'll learn, don't you worry, pet." 

Douma mixes praise and degradation

He's way too into cockwarming especially

Douma just wants to watch you cry for his cock, teasing your hole with his fingers as he growls his intentions in your ear

Douma likes to overstim you until you give in and behave for him 

Douma likes the feeling of your mouth on his cock too. Perhaps more than anything else. He grabs you by your hand, pushing your face into his crotch and watching as you take his cock

And dear god the size kink??

Not to mention Douma absolutely adores making you beg and dirty talk of all varieties

MASSIVE predator/prey kink

Douma likes hunting you down and fucking you into submission, slamming you into a mating press amd fucking your hole with his cock, making you squeal and scream as he establishes to you that he's your god and he will hunt you down as he sees fit

Akaza

Akaza is very soft, especially if you're fem but in general too

He just wants to touch your hips, guiding you as you fuck yourself on his cock, his praise growls in your ear

"That's right. Like that. Fuck yourself on me just like that." 

Akaza would feel so bad if he actually hurt you too but he toes that line often with how rough he can when Douma pisses him off

He can't help it :(

Probably has a breeding kink

Akaza wants to fuck you missionary almost all the time, enjoying looking into your eyes and watching how your face contorts as he screws your tight hole

Akaza probably has a big praise kink

Can you say cockwarming?? He's definitely one to want to cockwarm the fuck out of you until you're sitting in his lap, squirming and whining and begging. Even then, Akaza will pretend that he doesn't know if he should push you face down, ass up and rail your ass until both of you are spent and have cum so many times Akaza lost count 

Akaza probably has a big dick too

Definitely loves kissing you while he fucks you, feeling you moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue down your throat and watch as all you can do is kiss back

Gyutaro

Gyutaro is a freak in the sheets

Let's be very upfront about that 

Gyutaro is someone who has suffered a lot in his life and probably views you as having gotten a much better hand and so. He loves to degrade you, loves to hurt you. Probably denying or overstimulating you until you cry on his cock, degrading you

"That's right. Fucking whore, cry. Fucking cry, cry on my cock you pathetic little bitch. Come on, tell me what you want. Fucking beg, you goddamn slut." 

He, like Douma, also has a predator/prey kink

The feeling of hunting you down, fucking your hole, and claiming you in the most pleasurable of ways. Fucking his cum back into your hole, grabbing your hair and yanking your face back by it and sinking his cock into you again and again

Gyutaro is a big fan of "taboo" fantasies in general with his roleplay kink

Pretending that you're married to someone else yet still letting him fuck you is one of his favorites, especially mixed with his kink of being caught

Gyutaro absolutely wants to either fuck you to sleep or fuck you awake or both. Both is good too

My god. This man will rail you in risky places. On purpose. Yet also the dude is super jealous. Probably gonna kill anyone who catches sight of your nude body

If you try to make him jealous? Instead of taking it out on whatever poor fuck pissed him off (normally the person he sees making "fuck me" eyes at you), he will definitely just fuck you

"You want to be a whore? Fuck around on me, bitch? I can show you what happens to pathetic little whores, fucking painslut."

Gyutaro normally is already decently rough but pissed off? At you? Oh boy

You will not be walking for a WHILE

Gyutaro fucks you like he hates you 99% of the time

Daki/Ume

Submissive pillow princess vibes

Like she would get so whiny and just want you to fuck her with your fingers

She has a massive praise kink and you can't convince me otherwise

Daki just wants to be taken care of. Maybe a bit of a masochist 

Daki is definitely a proper switch though despite how she seems like a complete submissive bitch

As a dom, Daki would definitely be into degradation

"You nasty little pervert. Getting off to me, really?" 

Cue her laughing yet she pulls you close by your face, kissing you roughly and pushing you on your back so she can straddle your thigh. Daki would then start rocking her hips, fucking herself on your thigh as she maintains eye contact with you as a challenge

As a sub, Daki wants praise

"Please! Please, I'm yours. Your princess, please master!" 

Looking up at you with tears running down her face, crawling over to you and rubbing your thigh. All she wants is your approval and praise, whining and whimpering as she shakes her ass to entice you

The type to "drop something" in front of you just to bend over and shake her ass in your face

L/ondo groans as he chews, head thrown back, his handsome features scrunched in discomfort. One of his hands rubs at his tight, overstuffed gut. He swallows slowly, the bite weighting heavily in his stomach, he groans louder. L/ondo's belly bulges with the rising-fall of his labored breathing. He has to stifle a hiccup-burp coming on—even though knowing it would cause him even more discomfort doing so. He believes that in denying his own instant gratification, the more you would pleased when you finally got what you wanted. L/ondo moans out, too full to even be able to speak.

“One more then?” you coo, voice honey sweet, eyes locked onto the whining, bloated man underneath you. L/ondo opens his mouth to protest, but instead lets out a loud, hearty belch. You give his “shelf” of a belly a couple of prodding pats to loosen more air from his stomach, he lets outs small burps in response. And you keep rubbing and pressing against his swollen dome to force out a clamor of burps and moans from his lips.

“Good, so good for me, Great Maker. L/ondo, you're so hot right now. Keep being good for me? Just one more bite, I promise,” you say, breathlessly.

“Mmph, no, I can't anymore.” L/ondo whimpers, still rubbing at the soreness of his overfed belly. “I can't have another bite- Haaahh, much too full.”

“It's okay, it'll be okay, darling, I did promise after all,” You reassure, picking up another piece of japoti with your fingers. There are still quite a number of the pastries left, you had gotten a bit carried away while making them for L/ondo. And despite his current incapacitated state, his traitorous attributes give a healthy throb at the thought of you feed him more of these exquisite japoti, ambrosia on his tongue waiting to flood him with warmth. L/ondo opens his mouth obligingly, even letting his tongue lull out as he moans, showing his fangs. His moans only grow in volume as he chews on the sugary sweet, flaky pastry.

“That's it, that's my good boy, my handsome darling.” You purr, only this time, you make no effort to hide your excitement. “Getting so big, getting so huge, all for me.” Your hand on his gut presses down once more and are rewarded with a thunderous belch. L/ondo slumps further down, too full to even consider sitting up.

“Now, you just lay back and let me tend to you… You know I'll take real good care of you, my dear~”

At least it's empty, you just need a moment to collect yourself. Breath in and out. Calm yourself.

Only when you stop feeling nauseous do you assess your situation. Where's the way out?

The door you come through remain sealed shut no matter how much you tug and push at it.

There is a door at the end of the car.

But as you get near it you hear noises - muffled groans and shuffling. You're on edge again.

Do you want to open the door?

You flinch as you hear the noises grow louder, and a deafening moan rings in your ears. Your cheeks burn shamefully as you grow aroused by the coupling of the people behind the door in front you.

Pervert.

You slowly open the door. Why are you opening the door?! Head pressed so tightly against it as you ever so slowly peek out.

Eyes widened at the sight, at the sight of the Subway Bosses fucking each other! Of Ingo bend over -ass up- resting his upper body on the seats, legs spread wide as he moans out so wantonly, so lewdly that it makes your ears burn in embarrassment. Emmet stands behind him, thrusting into Ingo savagely.

Emmet's grunts of pleasure are almost drowned out by the wet slapping of their coupling and his brothers loud moaning.

You stand there, mouth agape. You don't know what's worst; you catching them in the middle of such a disgusting act, or that fact it excite you. Heat pools in your stomach.

Suddenly Emmet snaps his head in your direction, eyes making contact with your own.

You squeak as you slam the door shut, tripping over yourself in your panicked state as you run over to the other door.

You slam your body repeatedly against it hoping it'll open. And it does, you crash onto the hard concrete floor with an "oof."

Scrambling to get up you book it out of there without looking back.

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"W-what... what was it?" Ingo pants, breathless.

"Fuck!" You swore, bent over the desk of your boss.

Your breasts pressed against the surface of the desk, cheek against the wood grain as you felt his cock in your cunt. It felt far too good, truly, just laying there as Kirishima slammed into you. His hands were on your wrosts, pulling back as he buried his cock into you over and over again. You knew this was wrong. You knew it from the moment you had started this. He was married. He had kids. Yet you had become addicted to what he could do to you.

"Thats right. Fuck is right, babygirl." Kirishima grunted, red gaze watching your ass jiggle from his thrusts.

You were a moaning mess under him, mascara running down your face from tears at just how good Kirishima felt. Tears that Kirishima thought you looked good with. Your black pencil skirt pushed up to your waist and your white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down with your breasts spilling out of that black lace bra. Kirishima felt you tighten around his cock, groaning as it spurred him on to just fuck you harder.

"God! Fuck! Kiri!" You whined, "Right there! Please! Please, sir!"

You practically sobbed, feeling his cock hit your sweet spot. Kirishima leaned forward, inspecting your hickey covered neck before sinking his teeth in again. A loud gasp left your lips, "Kiri!" You cried out. You just wanted to chase that high, pushing the fact that his wife had been here just earlier out of your mind. After all, you knew it was wrong. You just didn't care.

"Cum around my cock, go ahead. Do it, sweetheart." Kirishima ordered, "Cum with me."

You let out another moan, letting a shrill "yes!" leave your lips. You were so close you were sobbing. You just wanted to cum, you just wanted to feel him cum. Was that so wrong? You didn't care if it was, feeling his cock slam into that spot over and over, stretching you open. Hell, practically splitting you open.

"Daddy!" You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock.

Kirishima groaned loudly, the new title spurring him on even more than "sir". "Fuck." He growled, rutting his hips against your ass, every thrust sounding loudly in the office. He nodded, "Yeah, I'm your fucking Daddy. Splitting that cunt wide open on my cock. Just like you deserve, such a good fucking girl."

You felt the orgasm rip through your body, screaming and sobbing in pleasure as you laid limp on ghe desk. You heard Kirishima let out a guttural, low moan as you came on his cock. He didn't slow down or stop, speeding up his thrusts, fucking his cock into you through your orgasm. Kirishima finally stilled inside of you, his cock twitching and erupting knside of you. You squealed, feeling the thick liquid pour into you. Kirishima began pulling out, still cumming. Both in and on your cunt, eyes lit up with satisfaction as he saw his cum dripping out of your cunt. You rolled over, your legs spread so he could have a better look. Kirishima smirked, watching a dopey smile spread across your face before looking back down to your cum covered groin. He reached down, slapping your clit before rubbing it. You lowly moaned.

He slammed you against the wall in the alley, fingers wrapped around your throat as those ice cold eyes peered down at your form. Your gaze meeting his confidently, almost rebellious in nature. Even as you felt the heat at your neck, you didn't waver. Although perhaps attempting to take down someone like Dabi put you in a situation where fear would've been the more appropriate reaction. No, you decided, I can't think like that. Dabi's quirk was terrifying, you knew that, yet the defiance lit your eyes up despite that fear. The fear you refused to let show, the fear you refused to act on. Dabi had known heroes who had less bravery in his presence than you.

"Well, well." Dabi hummed, tapping a finger against your carotid artery.

"Something you've never seen." You grunted, wrapping a hand around his wrist, "The heroes will be here soon, I'm sure of it."

"For a little rat of a detective? I doubt that. You're putting a lot of stock in their morals, doll." Dabi retorted with a sarcastic scoff.

Naturally, Dabi had heard about you. You were a lost little lamb of a cop, delusions of grandeur being what they had to be, he supposed. After all, you were quirkless and a cop. It told Dabi two main things. One: you had been beat down all your life, thus your lack of visible fear. Two: you likely had once dreamt of being a hero. Dabi knew few quirkless people actually went on to become cops, opting to give up and pursue other jobs. Yet you didn't. Dabi was impressed.

"Shut it." You growled.

Dabi smirked, leaning in close, "But I could also... Use a favor. I'll even let you go in return."

You stared up at the villain, brows furthered. You were confused, to be completely transparent, however after a simple pressing of his hips to yours, you knew. Your face flushed red, you wanted to choke out some insult but the truth was that Dabi was hot. Not just because of his Cremation quirk but rather his apperance. Dabi grinned, leaning in close.

"You whore." Dabi cooed, "I bet you're getting off on the fact that I could do anything, right? Fuck you to my heart's content, Officier, and you'd just lay there and take my cock down your whore throat."

"Daddy!" You whined.

From above you, Dabi watched your face contort in pleasure. His cock throbbing inside of you, slamming every inch of his length into your hole. He chuckled, watching tears drip down your face from those pretty eyes of yours. Dabi loved watching you hiccup and sob as he fucked into your tight hole.

"Daddy, huh?" He teased.

Your face went red, brightening as you looked up at the extensively scarred man that was railing you. His thrusts were precise, slamming into that spot that felt so so good. You could lay there, moaning and panting. Especially at the sound of slapping that reverberated throughout the room, accompanying that sound was the faint sound of the desk you were laid on being moved ever so slightly due to how hard Dabi was fucking you. You whined in direct response to his teasing.

"You're my little whore now. Aren't you?" He growled, "So, cry for your Daddy, doll."

You gasped, feeling his palm press against your thigh, whining amd whimpering as his palm heated up. That curseded fire quirk of his and that curseded fire kink of yours. You only nodded, moaning and crying as he fucked you.

"Use your words, doll." Dabi grunted.

"Please Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my hole!" You offered immediately.

And currently the latter finds himself collapsed within the settee, making himself as comfortable as he can in his current condition. Fat and filled to bursting with rich, thick blood; oh so lovingly donated by his human partner. And how fortunate for L/ondo, that human just happens to be a Chalice too.

Chalices; beings of a mysterious nature whose physical biology is still being studied today. All is known is that their bodies create more blood than is needed, and must be drained regularly to maintain healthy levels within the body.

L/ondo groans at the memory suddenly coming back to him, and he has the feeling that the universe is having fun at his expense once again.

L/ondo hiccups, and then hisses when the movement jostles his overly stuffed stomach, painfully heavy with warm syrupy blood.

You had caught him when he had just finished his meal—so generously provided here on Babylon 5 for him and others—practically sprinting into his arms to paw at him in your feverish state. You begged for relief, for him to feed from you with a whine, and how could he say no. You had begged so prettily, and his hearts ached for you to see you in pain.

L/ondo whisked you away to his quarter to do the deed, public feedings were frowned upon here on Babylon 5, and he would rather save you and himself a lecture from the staff due to both of your eagerness and haste. In the privacy of his quarters, he had made sure you were comfortable and sitting before drinking deeply from you.

A swipe of a tongue at your throat had your pulse racing in anticipation. You had hissed in pain at the initial bite at your neck before sighing in relief as he sucked. The sweet sanguine on his tongue had him moaning, and you pressed yourself impossibly closer into his front, urging him on.

And L/ondo needed no further invitation, hugging you close like you would slip from his very grasp. Though you would never conceive the very thought to do so.

He downs your blood slowly in great big gulps, heat slowly crawls inside your veins and spreads warmth all across, racking your body with shivers at the strange pleasure of it all. You shakily moan as you cling to him, like a lifeline, through it all.

Only once the blood haze passes does L/ondo realize his mistake.

L/ondo lets out a belch that turns to groans. He leans back heavily into the softness of the couch. Small mercies, he thinks. L/ondo's drank as much as he could stomach, and even then some. He feels bloated, his gut—because that's exactly what it is, who is he fooling—feeling tight and cramping, and sloshing with rich, filling blood, courtesy of you.

He's having some regrets, but as you curl yourself around him while making with those cute little noises that you do. Happy and content, no more pain in your features. Well, maybe he could deal with a little stomach ache.

Especially when you bring a hand to his belly to rub at his aches and pains. Gentle but firm in massaging circles into the swell of his belly, somehow knowing just where to rub to ease the dull achiness of his stomach. And drawing out small but continuous burps from him that bring him more relief.