1: Would you write FtM reader if reader has a phalloplasty (surgery that gives trans men penises, and iirc, they do gain feeling)
2: Would you write reader riding characters in a topping way?
Hi, anon! I'll try my best to answer your questions
Unfortunately, no :( my fics are highly self indulgent, so I'm not interested in picturing reader with characteristics that don't align with myself or my interests, which includes ftm reader, as I'm not a trans man and wouldn't like to present myself as one
Hmm, I'm a bit confused by this. Do you mean domming instead of topping? If so, I don't write about the reader getting penetrated, so it would be a no. But if I have misinterpreted your question, you're welcome to send a follow-up ask!!
Sorry for the lack of fics guys :'(( I've been having exams back to back to back for like 2 weeks now and it's only stopping next month so im kinda going insane T_T
Just read ur oversitm with Douma. It's amazing. Thank you for writing it! There aren't a lot of male!reader x bottom!character blogs on here, so I'm really glad I found one!
Overstimulation w/ douma ? If not, do whatever comes to mind! Your writing is amazing >_<
PAIRING(S): Douma x Dom!Top!Reader
CWs: overstimulation, AMAB reader, cult member reader, a bit canon divergent if you paid attention to the og plot lol
A/N: I like the way you think anon
Douma had been really getting on your nerves as of late. Being one of the few(if not the only) people who knew of his secret, you were often left to clean up the messes of your dear lover. And, by God, was he getting careless with how many of his followers he was getting rid of these past few weeks.
"Really, Douma? Another fucking woman just this week?! Do you have any idea of how hard it's been to cover up your tracks? The other followers are starting to question where their leader takes all of his ladies." You lecture him as he nonchalantly chews on some poor lady's arm, still with his characteristic serene smile plastered on his face. The way he so obviously didn't give a single damn about the trouble he was causing you was so infuriating.
"Is my M/N is worried about me? Or is it jealousy? Ahh, humans and their emotions are so cute!" Douma teases, clearly trying to get a rise out of you "Don't worry, lotus, you're still the only one in my heart—" you cut him off mid sentence by grabbing his throat, and his eyes widen before a blush creeps down his neck. "You think this is funny, huh? That the work I do for you is one big joke, right?". Seems like his provocations worked.
But so be it.
Douma's eyes have rolled up to his skull and he can't stop shivering and spasming uncontrolably. His body —all sweaty and covered in cum and bite marks— hurts everywhere because of how long he's been forced to be on his knees on the cold, hard ground, since you decided to take him right then and there during your outburst.
"Ah— ahh, pleashe... that's— AHN! That's enough!!" Douma screams as you plunge your cock into his prostate. However, his high pitched moans and pleas do nothing but send down waves of pleasure to your dick. You grab him by his hair and murmur in his ear "what happened? You were talking so big a few minutes ago... can't you handle a bit of stimulation?", punctuating each sentence with a hard press to his sensitive gland.
Ah, yes— Douma's foggy mind seems to remember for a second. Of how you decided to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him, since he wanted you to focus so much on him, or whatever you said. Honestly, he lost track of how many times he came by the third time, and by the fifth he was already barely coherent enough to make out his surroundings. A particularly well aimed thrust to his g-spot brings him back to reality and he shrieks as his poor little dick spurts the last few drops it has to offer.
Static rings on Douma's ears and his brain has long since turned to mush. His mouth is left hanging open with a silent scream, but he can hear your muffled voice in the back of his mind. "—times have you cummed, hm? Can you tell me how many other orgams you've had, baby?" You ask him in a condescending tone. Douma can only weakly mutter in response "akh— no... no more..." as he lays sprawled on the floor over his own fluids.
"Aw, should I start from the beginning then? I'll help you count, lotus." You let out as an emty threat. However, his overstimulated brain can't recognize the bluff and his eyes, already red and puffy from how much he's cried, start getting wet again. "AHN AHH! PLEASE— mercy pleASHE! Y-you're gonna kill me— HNGHH—" he pleads in terror, but when your hand reaches down for his cock, he's unmistakebly hard. And then, with just a few rough strokes, Douma cums for one last time, however, nothing comes out of his dick. But alas, before you have the chance to process what just happened, he's out cold on the ground. Seems like you'll have to tease him at a later date.
When he comes to, Douma is laying on his bed while you clean him up with a soft towel. His healing abilities have taken care of the sores on his knees, but his dick is still red and swollen from all the stimulation. It'll be a while before you can go this far with him again.
Noticing the little twinge of guilt on your expression, he puts on his smiley facade once again. "Puhuhu, I didn't know you had this brutish— animalistic side to you, M/N. Look at what you've done to me~" he teases, ignoring how every little touch against his skin is torture, but you only gently flick your fingers at his forehead in response, following with a small chuckle. "I didn't go too far, did I?" You ask in a soft voice, running your fingers against his sweat damp hair.
Sensing the small shift in the mood, Douma decides to slip in small bit of vulnerability. But just this once. "I'll take anything you ever give me, my lotus."
CWs: mean!dom!reader, loss of virginity, rough handling
He was so nervous but at the same time he felt so giddy! The fact that you were gonna be his first made him all dizzy and lightheaded. "Hnngh— a-are you sure that's gonna fit?", the poor boy stuttered, but you're just so big, he can't help but be a bit scared!
"Shh, I'm gonna make you feel good." You whisper in his ear, intertwining your fingers with his and slowly pushing your dick against his hole. "Ah— HAH— you're.... so d-deep NGHH!!" He mewls, even though you've just put in the tip of your cock. He starts squirming as you keep going deeper and deeper into him, so you just press down your chest against his until he's immobile against the mattress.
Once you bottom out, he's a hot mess. Panting, whining, crying, all the works. "Is this too much for my dear, hmm? Should I pull out and leave you here?" You coo at him, in a half mocking tone while feigning concern. His eyes widen at your words and he immediately starts pleading.
"P-please— please don't! I can handle it I promise! Just don't stop fucking me I beg you!" He cries out, and you take that as your clue to start moving your hips. "Well, then..." you mutter, "be good and take it."
A/N: this one's a bit shorter bc I've been kinda busy but I also wanted to give u guys a lil smth :P im trying to save steam so the longer fics can go to the reqs in my inbox lol
Giyuu looks so cute like this, you think to yourself. He's on all fours and his ass takes on a reddish colour, with your handprints etched on the skin. He's trembling like a leaf due to the strain, so fragile that you kinda feel bad, but your thrusts don't falter.
"Aww, are you getting tired, baby? Do you want me to take it easy on you?", you coo at him and halt your movements, which makes his eyes widen in response. "N-noo...! Please— keep punishing me!" he begs with whatever energy he has left, and who are you to deny him?
You gently lace your fingers in his head in a comforting manner, and Giyuu starts leaning into your touch, but suddenly you close your hand into a fist and push down his head into the sheets. You resume your pace and make sure to hit his sweet spot with every single plunge you take at him, but not before hitting his ass once more, making him mewl in surprise.
Like this, the usually composed hashira has no filter, so he just lets all his pretty noises fall from his lips in contrast to his quiet nature. Really, the way he's covered in his own drool and snot, tears falling from his puffy eyes and his cock leaking like a faucet is a damn sight.
"I didn't know you could look so debauched, Giyuu~ maybe I should spank you more often. What do you think, dear?", you whisper in his ears. He only groans in return, too cock drunk to give any meaningful answer.
Your grip on his hair tightens and you yank his head up. "It's rude to ignore others when they ask you a question. Answer me.", you sau in a stern tone, your gaze cold as ice now. Seems like you weren't done teaching him some manners.
Douma's still my wife but I wanted to mix things up a lil lol
PLEASE WRITE DESPERATE BOTTOM CHARACTERS, IDC WHO THE CHARACTERS ARE
Requests are open!
PAIRING(S): Douma x Dom!Top!Reader
CWs: rough sex, Douma being Douma(well. hes actually a bit OOC but shh)
A/N: hi anon, thanks for the request :3 since u didn't specify anyone in particular I went with Douma bc yk. I'm Very Normal about him. Also sry for the inconsistent posting schedule, I'm trying my best lol
Whiny is Douma's default state and there is NO turning off button. You've barely even begun touching him and he's already letting out all kinds of pretty noises.
"Ah, ah, aHHN— j-just like that!!" he moans as he feels your mouth marking all of his sensitive chest, the purple marks clashing harshly against his pale skin.
"You look so good like this, all senstive for me" you mutter quietly against his pecs and he only whimpers quietly in response.
While your mouth is busy, your hands are roaming all over his body, groping whatever they can reach, such as his plump thighs or his sensitive nipples. Douma's head was spinning with all the attention to his sensitive parts, and, his hands, that had been tangled in your hair as a poor attempt to ground himself, suddenly pulled your face into his, in a passionate kiss. Your mouth swallows all of his pretty moans and you start grinding your groin against him, feeling up how hard and wet he was.
Douma's hips start rutting against yours, whimpering "oh, please please... hurry, I need you inside!! Mmh— NGH—". With that, he hastily takes off his clothes and before you even get the chance to take your pants all the way off, he's already all over you, trying to get you to hurry up.
Seeing how eager he was, you decide to show mercy on his pitiful state and briefly scoot over to grab the lube from his nightstand and pour a generous quantity of on your fingers. However, when you reach for his ass, you find that he—
"I've already prepped myself for you...can— can we get on with it? Please? I need you...", Douma stutters, and you can feel his arms wrapping around your neck. You take a look at his face and two desperate eyes stare back, a teary face and a pout taking place of the serene expression you're accustumed to.
The pathetic sight breaks something inside you, as if there's a fire spreading in your chest and trying to claw its way out. You wipe whatever product that was on your hand onto your dick and shove it into him, barely giving him time to adjust to the intrusion, and he yells.
"Fucking hell, Douma—" you curse. His walls clench down on you so hard that it hinders your movements, the heat making your head spin. You grab his thighs for leverage and Douma's body shakes in an involuntary fashion, clearly conflicted between pulling into or away from all these sensations. You pull away from him until just your tip is inside, and the tears immediately start falling from his eyes.
"N-nooo— please... please don't be a t-tease NGHH!" he starts begging, but you interrupt his frenzied pleas with a harsh and deep thrust that makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull. And then you do it again. And again. And again, and again, and again— oh God, he was losing his mind.
Douma has long since gone limp on your hold, too fucked out to perform any conscious movement, only random spams. His throat was sore from all the screaming and you weren't relenting on your pace. His dick was leaking like crazy, heat pooling in his stomach at the sudden stimulation and he starts to feel a familiar knot forming in his abdomen.
"I-I think— fuck— close!! I'm so CLO-" he barely manages to get out before cumming all over his stomach. The vice grip his insides had on your cock send you over the edge as well and you can just fuck your cum deep, deep in his overstimulated form.
Once your high dies down, the both of you are panting and all you can do is lay on top of him, refusing to pull out of his ass. Nevertheless, after a few minutes, his hoarse voice breaks the silence:
Write a subtop reader for ANYTHING, PUHLEASE I'm begging you, I barely see amab top reader 🥹🥹 thank you king
requests are open!
DOUMA AND MUZAN AS POWER BOTTOMS
PAIRING(S): Douma, Muzan x Sub!Top!Reader
CWs: probs not rly canon compliant, mild exhibitionism, AFAB language used for Muzan in some parts, a bit of monsterfucking???, both of them are kinda mean but in different ways lol
A/N: I gotchu pookie🫡 subtop reader content is SCARCE here
DOUMA
Ohhhhh that mf is turning you into his plaything
Douma would definitely forget to consider the human body's limits in the heat of the moment and end up overstimulating you. Hell, even if you're a demon you'd have trouble keeping up with him. You're too sore to keep pounding your dick into him? That's okay, he'll just pin you down and start riding your red and leaking cock!,
On that same note, he'd also disregard how sharp his nails are and would have a tendency to scratch your back pretty bad sometimes. However, during aftercare he'd always softly run his hands throught your hair and pepper little kisses on your bruises, all while whispering sweet nothings in a condescending tone(albeit unintentionally). This would include saying stuff like praising you for being so resilient despite how little stamina humans have, and how you kept on fulfilling your duty to pleasure him even while your incompetently frail skin was breaking apart under his sharp fingernails.
Might unintentionally be an exhibitionist, as in, since he doesn't feel emotions, he wouldn't feel shame. That means that, while Douma has half a mind to understand why his followers would find it distasteful to see you two fucking, he doesn't care that much. If he gets horny, he WILL drop to his knees and start sucking you off wherever you are, even if it means risking having his followers walk in on the scene. Might aaaalso get a lil kick from seeing your embarassed face when one of his cult members goes to fetch him for the next sermon or whatever and catches you folding him in half and nearly splitting him open on your cock.
Douma is methodical to a chilling level, so he doesn't particularly care whether you've been good or bad, he can smoothly deal with either. So, if you don't wanna behave yourself, good luck on trying to get under his skin, because he'll just break you down little by little with small jabs and teasing touches that'll get you right where he wants.
He'd also find it so amusing to tease you to the point of tears. He thinks it's cute how you're crying and calling him mean but your dick is twitching like crazy inside of him and your pace grows more erratic. But don't worry, at the end of the day, he will still hold your face into his hands and kiss your tears away, calling you his good boy :)
MUZAN
He's THE power bottom. The bottom with the most power, even(HAH).
Muzan is a massive pillow prince and would rarely do any of the work himself. He sees you topping him more or less in the same light he'd see one of his subordinates looking for the blue spider lily: just another way of servicing him and showing him your devotion. As your relationship develops, he starts appreciating more the intimate aspects of sex, but for a long while there's this emotional detachment from him, and he would be really douchey about it.
He would mainly use his young male appearance, but depending on the occasion he'd shapeshift to his female self. Lady Muzan can be even meaner, somehow, and she would teasingly rub her pussy lips against your face without actually letting you get a taste. When she finally allows you to start eating her out, you lunge at her like a greedy dog, loudly slurping on her clit as you ease your fingers into her. However, if you disobey her and start before she allows it, she'll simply pull away and start fingering herself in front of you and leave you all needy and untouched.
However, Muzan wouldn't limit his shapeshifting abilities to only changing his physical sex. This applies only if you're a demon, because he'd have a thing for manipulating his cells on your body into taking more.... unorthodox forms. One of those changes include shaping your dick into a tentacle-ish form and rubbing his hips against yours as he feels all the little suction cups stimulating his pussy and breaching his cervix. Another one is to give you an extra cock and eargerly shove them into his ass and then making you jerk off his own as you fill him up with double the usual loads.
If you beg on your hands and knees, or on special occasions, Muzan would be more willing to be on the giving end. So if you behave yourself, he'll play along with your whims and let you rut into his mouth to your hearts content. In contrast, if he's feeling mean or if you've been bad, the most he'll be willing to give you is to let you fuck his thighs, but he'll only let you cum if he does so first. And by God, does he have the stamina to prolong your suffering for as long as possible.
this should've been posted way earlier, but i was set on writing for kokushibo even tho i had no ideas so i wasted a day or two b4 giving up💔 ill write smth for him and akaza in the future to make up for it, trust🙏
CWs: mild manipulation(for Douma at least), anal sex, Douma ragebaits you, ending is kinda abrupt
A/N: Douma is such a little shit, but I love him. I'm still learning how to characterize him bc he's such a fascinating character ouuughhhh
Thinking about how Douma would prey on your emotions when he wants to get railed ughh
He acts all innocent, sparing you fleeting touches that never linger for quite enough, letting his hat fall way too many times for it to be an accident just so he has an excuse to bend down in front of you, and then looking at you with a confused expression when he notices your flustered form.
But he also balances his act just enough to make you seem crazy, trapping you in a cycle of riling you up just to leave you on edge right before you snap at him. "What do you mean I was giving you bedroom eyes during the sermon? My my, you have such impure thoughts! May I suggest you visit my quarters so I can assist in... purifying your soul? Ahah!", he says, feigning concern, but his blown pupils and slightly crazed eyes don't match the merciful image he's trying to pass, giving away what plans he has for you.
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.
Your head turns to him and his flushed face is bearing a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh my, what are you rushing for?", as his legs pull you closer. Sigh, what have gotten yourself into?
