#sub douma

After being teased and edged for so long, you finally release all that frustration into Douma. His nails are desperately digging into the sheets of his once pristine bed as you desperately pound that little spot in his hole that makes him see stars, his legs over your shoulders as you force him into mating press. His long hair is all over the bed, sticking out in odd ways, with tears welling up in his eyes and a blush that reached down to his neck. Truly pathetic. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you had the upper hand, but you're familiar enough with his bullshit to realize that he had planed this all along and was just toying with you to get what he wanted. And Douma always got what he wanted.

"MmFh y-you're really— AHH! Really worked up, huh, dear?~", Douma moaned into your ear, clearly still gaining some sick satisfaction out of your frustration even in his debauched state. He then took one of your hands that was caging his head and slowly brought it down his stomach and pressed it down hard and whined "haah— can you feel it? H-how deep— fuck! You are right... right now?? Nghh".

Your hips snapped at the comment and you set your already fast pace to an even more brutal one. Your hand breaks free from his and goes straight to his leaking cock, jerking him off in tandem with your thrusts. The unnexpected move catches Douma off guard and he screams at the sudden stimulation. "AHHN—Hahh you're k-killING ME HNNGH~" he whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you continue hammering into him until his insides are shaped just like your dick♡.

After just a few more thrusts, your hips begin to stutter and your pace falters, getting more erratic and uncoordinated. Douma, noticing you're close to your release, starts rutting his hips against yours in a desperate attempt to reach his peak along with you, whining and screaming all the while. The sight is too much for you— seeing Douma, who is usually so calm and methodic, with tears streaming down his pretty face and screaming in pleasure takes you over the edge as you cum deep in his insides, with him following you shortly.

You take a few seconds to regain your composure before setting his legs down— which would surely be sore by now if it weren't for his healing abilities— and collapse on his chest while still between his thick thighs(you try to push the though away so you don't get hard again). Douma's shaky hands reach for your hair and start petting you in a comforting manner, which is kinda condescending, in a way, but you're too tired to do anything but lean into his touch. However, after a few minutes of this, you try to pull away to go clean up the both of you, but you feel his legs entrapping your waist.

It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.

"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.

The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.

Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.

"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.

Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.

"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.

No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡

his bitten up chest bounces with every thrust deeper into his slutty hole, beautiful watercolor eyes filling with tears, pitiful and downright sinful noises leaving his mouth.

“you thought it was so funny to use my head as an arm rest today, hm?” you ask, enunciating each word with a deeper thrust into douma. his eyes are glazed over, mouth hanging agape as his stomach churns with desire and want. a harsh smack brings his attention back to you, and he nods his head quickly.

“answer, douma.”

“m-mhm! ohhh… soooo deep!”

you press your hand down onto his stomach, other hand coming to push his legs up further on your shoulders. his wet hole sloppily sucks you in deeper, and douma sniffles at the rough treatment. his leaking cock bounces against his stomach, precome sticking to it as the red tip bobs uselessly.

“baby can’t use his words? what happened to much larger than me?”

somewhere in that pretty little fucked out head of his, douma knows he could easily overpower you and take charge. but the feeling of being treated so roughly by someone so much physically weaker than him makes arousal pool in his stomach, head all foggy and dumb for you.

you smack a hand over his bruised nipple, his hips jerking at the sudden overwhelming sensation as his hands come up to grasp your shoulders, sharp digging deep lines into your back. his whorish moans fill your ears, and with every pound onto his sensitive prostate he jumps and whines.

“mmh, n-noo… you’re too big! can feel it in my— ngh, tummy!”

the noises of him taking you deeper are wet and messy, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead as he throws his head back in pure ecstasy. the feeling of his tight little hole clenching around your cock pulls you closer to the edge, white burning at the corners of your vision.

“my cock’s so big, huh? you like this, douma? being pinned down like a whore and overpowered?”

douma nods hastily, throat bobbing as he swallows down the saliva that pools at the back of his mouth. he grinds down, moaning pathetically about his oncoming orgasm as precome slides down in glistening globs from his burning red cock tip. you crack your hand against his ass, and he squeals and sobs as you grasp the base of his cock.

“say it. tell me what you are, and i’ll let you come.”

“n-no! i’ll be good! mmm, lemme cum!”

you squeeze tighter, pressing your thumb deep into his wet slit. he cries out as he brims on the edge of an orgasm.

“words, douma.”

“i’m a d-dumb little, ngh, whore who likes to be put in his place!”

“good boy,” you say, burying deep into his warm hole and stroking his cock furiously. douma screams, nails drawing blood on your back as cum bursts from his cock, spraying up along his chest and hitting his chin.

his moans quiet down, chest quickly rising and falling as his dick twitches as the remainder of his cum leaks from his cock. douma smiles up at you, cheekily.

you can feel your eyelid twitch.

“ngahh! just came, don’t start again! nooo, master, please—“

GYOMEI

really nervous at first but you promised him it wouldn't hurt

definitely have to start out gently because he might get overwhelmed

slowly melts at the sensation of you stretching him out for you and he gets so adorably fuzzy <3

when you first nail his prostate, he lets out the cutest whine and arches his back for you so prettily

covers his mouth/face with his (large) hands if he has to make eye contact with you because he's embarrassed at how needy he's sounding and looking

cums almost embarrassingly fast if you coo at him as you fuck him to tears

GIYUU

a little hesitant but he trusts you a lot

you get to watch his usually calm self fall apart the moment you start pouring lube onto his hole

lets out a shaky, suppressed moan when you first brush past his prostate with your fingers

he's trying to hold himself together because he didn't know it'd feel this good, and that he could be so close to cumming when you haven't even laid a finger on his dick yet

almost wails when you pick up the speed, his hands gripping at the sheets so tightly they might rip

his orgasm is sudden and you're just as surprised as he was

KYOJURO

he's half eager half anxious

doesn't know how it'll go at all but he wants to indulge in your kinks as much as you indulged in his

smile gets wobbly when you bring out the strap though

he's watching everything you're doing with a hazy, lustful look in his eyes, observing as your fingers thrust in and out of his ass, whimpering softly when you add another one

he's good for you, fighting to keep his legs open even when the pleasure's so good that he's tossing his head back

lets out unabashedly loud sounds when you replace your fingers with the strap, his poor dick twitching with desperation

I think he'd beg you to let him touch himself but cums before he even gets three strokes in

KOKUSHIBO

now i don't really know how you convinced him, but he's cautious about it

it's not that he doesn't trust you as his lover, but he wasn't fond of exploring something new like that (after being alive for that long it's understandable)

all his six eyes are fixated on you, watching everything you do

somehow still catches him very off-guard when you press down on his prostate and he lets out a loud groan, thighs trembling softly

I think he'd prefer a slightly rougher pace and it gets him all breathless and whimpery

almost cries out that it's a bit too much when you start to push the strap in, but he bit his lip out of the need to preserve what little dignity he had left

definitely start arching his back and his eyes get half-lidded, some rolling to the back of his head and some fluttering shut from the pleasure

cums hard and it hits him like an absolute truck

DOUMA

oh now he definitely knows what pegging is, but has never done it before

letting you shove a dick up his ass? do you think this man has no pride?

he ends up letting you, however, because why deny himself the pleasure?

really really likes it and the way you look when you're focused all on him

does taunt you a bit at the start but his cheekiness quickly leaves when you start to hammer at his prostate

I think he'd like it if you fucked him from the back and pressed his head against the pillow, even if its the first time for him

cums with a near pathetic cry

AKAZA

definitely trusts you with it, but like everyone else he's just a little bit nervous

absolutely fascinated by how much he can stretch out, actually, and likes the sting of it

he gets all flushed and starts panting after a few minutes of your fingering, and asked you to put it in him because he's ready (he's scared he'll cum before you do anything real)

the moment you push the head of the strap in he's slightly regretting not letting you prep him more

ruined as he grunts and cries out because it's just so good and might be his new favourite thing in the world

would be really turned on if you held his hand or pinned it down when you peg him

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀

— Akaza takes to his collar so easily, smitten with how it feels around his pretty neck the moment you clip it on. He finds it comforting and likes to wear it as often as possible, as a reminder that he is irrevocably yours even when you're apart.

— He'd probably get so attached to it that he'd get anxious if you tried to remove it, instantly rushing to apologize, thinking he's done something wrong and you're punishing him. He gets a little sick to his stomach at the thought of being a bad pet, or bad in general.

— And he'd love to be leashed! it puts less pressure on him not to suddenly jerk away or disobey you on accident, because the lead is there to stop him from going too far.

— Just imagine being on your back with him rutting into you desperately, and then using the leash to pull him down to your lips, smothering his moans against your lips. Purrr.

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀

—Douma will try just about anything, and won't bat an eye if you confess you want to put a collar on him. He is a bit picky though, so make sure it's a nice one, perhaps with pretty dangly things or gems to compliment his eyes.

— I have this vivid image in my mind of him lifting his hair out of the way as you attach the collar around his neck, those rainbow-colored eyes fixated on your facial expressions, searching for your approval. And when he finds it, he's already purring. He'll gladly show it off too, posing and admiring himself in the mirror.

— He likes it even more when you tug him around by it, whether that be by a lead or just hooking your finger through it and yanking him forward. He's a brat sometimes so at times you'll have to be rough with him, and he likes it, so don't worry about hurting him (that turns him on anyway ❤︎)

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎

— NOW HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT PLS!! Kokushibo likes to be collared but won't admit it. In fact, he'll pretend he's completely indifferent to it. Beneath the surface though, it feels more right than he ever imagined, to be marked as yours in such a way.

— He's another one I could see having a hard time parting with his collar, which is the biggest clue you'll get from him that he likes it. Just imagining reaching for the clasp when he's being particularly stubborn and his hand slaps over it, all six pairs of eyes wide with panic.

"Don't take it off, please..." he'd mumble, the slightest of blushes gracing his usually stoic face.

— As for leashes... he might be a little offended that you think he'd need one, he has impeccible control of his body and only moves it when you say afterall.

— He will, however, entertain it. Though you hardly need to yank him around at all, it's still very hot to see it moving along with him, especially if you get a chain, cus you hear it jingle with every thrust.

𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎

— Gyokko will let you put a collar on him, but he's very picky about the appearance of it. Seriously you'll have to take him with you when you get one so he can pick one out, or let him ramble on about what he wants and get it custom made.

— I think he'd like to have multiple ones, so he can switch them out as he pleases. As for fucking him with it on, he's more easily-flustered than usual, getting red in the face when you boss him around and tug on it.

— Insists on getting matching leashes for each of his collars because he's painfully particular about the small details, but at least he's letting you leash him in the first place right?