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‧˚꒰🩹꒱༘‧— nsfw ⊹ ࣪ ˖ oddly specific sex things—dazai x fem!reader — chuuya ver here
making you gush after your orgasm. after your orgasm rips through you, leaving your pussy clenching and fluttering in hypersensitive spasms, he doesn't stop right away—instead, he keeps you spread wide and ruined, softly kissing you at as he starts tapping his fingers lightly against your swollen clit and soaked folds, each little smack sending jolts of overwhelming pleasure through your overstimulated nerves—forcing fresh, uncontrollable gushes of your slick to squirt out in messy sprays that soak his hand and the sheets beneath you. he loves the way your hips jerk and your thighs tremble uncontrollably—it's either his fingers, or him rubbing his sensitive, leaking tip up and down your puffy slit, smearing your cum and his all over your abused hole before slapping it firmly against your clit a few times, the wet, filthy sounds echoing as it makes you gush even harder, your pussy lips parting obscenely with every sensitive twitch and spurt as he circles his cockhead right over your hole without pushing in, teasing the raw nerves until you're sobbing and flooding again.
kissing you through your orgasms. the moment your body shudders, he pins his hips flush to yours, and instantly his mouth is on yours with a hard, wanton moan. you come up for air? he drags you right back down. your lips get swollen, slick, red. your tongue slides against his with sloppy, wet sounds as his hips stutter against your soaked thighs. his teeth catches your lip lightly, pulling a bit before letting it go with a gentle smack. and as the peak drags out and your body starts to melt, his kisses slow—turning languid and indulgent, soft plush lips sucking gently at yours, still buried to the hilt inside your pulsing heat while he savors every aftershock. he might not admit it but he needs it. he needs your mouth on his.
fucked out under your touch. he's fucked silly, fucked you silly, and god does he get so pretty during and after—his eyes get glassy, kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants prettily above (or under) you, body twitching with aftershocks. his hair is damp with sweat, his bangs are out of his face, strands clinging to his temples—and he just looks so beautiful. it's so obvious how pussy-drunk he is—his pupils are blown, his face flushed a dewy red, and his eyes gleam with lust and something more. you stare up at him dreamily, taking him in. his long lashes flutter as he tries to compose himself under your loving gaze, heat creeps up his neck as if it's too much for him—he tries not to fuck your snug walls again because you're still sensitive, but his hips always betray him—he'll end up grinding his cum deeper into you until it's dripping out around his cock.
hands on the mattress. you have a thing for his slender, pretty hands (don't we all.)—the way they look so elegantly long and graceful, yet hold surprising strength, veins subtly tracing beneath his skin, hands that make your pulse race every time they brush your body. he knows, you know he knows. so he uses them. during sex, his finger teasingly sneak up your palm before lacing them together in that possessive, intimate grip. he grinds your joined hands slowwwly into the mattress with every snap of his hips—his bony digits squeezing yours while your walls clench around his cock. if he's taking you from behind, he drapes himself over you as his fingers trail along the back of your hand, before they wove though yours as his lips seal over your neck. he lives for the sensation—the way your hand tightens in his as each wave of pleasure blooms through you, nails digging into the back of his, or the way your grip loosens afterwards when you feel relaxed, thumb rubbing little circles over his skin—all makes his chest tighten.
not pulling away from your pussy. there's this thing dazai does when he's desperate and eating you out. he doesn't pull back. like, at all. his moans vibrate straight into your throbbing clit, low and filthy that make your hips buck against his mouth, the wet, obscene sounds of him sucking and slurping mixing with your desperate cries. even when he gets too carried away, his breaths coming in desperate, high, overwhelmed puffs, lungs burning for air, he doesn’t pull away an inch—he presses his nose harder against your mound while his hot exhales fan over your dripping cunt. the relentless vibrations from his groans send shockwaves through your core, pushing you closer to the edge as he devours you messily, tongue fucking into your tight hole and lips sealed tight around your swollen clit, refusing to stop until you’re shaking and gushing all over his chin.
"shutting" you up when you get too loud. not because he doesn't want to hear you—it's simply to feel your moans, to make you lose it—he crashes his mouth over yours in a filthy, desperate kiss—wet, sloppy, and deep—tongue fucking into your mouth while his cock drives into you harder. spit slicks down your chin as he swallows every whimper and cry like he’s starving for them. or he slides two fingers past your lips, forcing them deep onto your tongue while he rails you. you suck, moaning loudly around his digits, drooling on his knuckles, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his cock so hard it makes his pace falter—his fingers thrust in time with his cock like he’s claiming both your holes at once—it never works though. every attempt just gets you louder, wetter, filthier. and maybe.. that's the whole reason he does it.
breathless laughs. there's this point when you're having sex, and he's seeing stars. especially if you're riding him like you're trying to suck his soul outta his cock. your hips lift and slam down into him, taking his cock over and over before he can even register the thursts, soft thighs tight around his waist—moaning and babbling his name repeatedly like he's something holy. and oh, he's memorized. so much that eventually he just gives up on trying to slow you down or worse, hold himself back and keep up his mask. he throws his head back onto the pillow, running his hand through his messy locks, letting out this breathless, delirious chuckle—like he's in heaven and is getting his blessings, "fuuuck 'bella, you're so good, so fucking good-", it doesn't take long before he follows it up with another chocked, drawn-out moan that makes heat pool deliciously in your tummy. you swear you could cum from his voice alone.
warnings: MNDI!!, Gogol conditioning you with the bells on his jester costume 😳 not a full story, just a concept :) not proof-read and i haven't reread it yet as well.
naturally Nikolai likes to dress up in different costumes, especially when he's undercover. However, even his basic jester costume has variations. The one he's been fucking you in lately has the goddamn bells. Tiny little things jiggling and tinkling everytime his hips thrust in and out of your pussy.
To your question "why the sudden change of attire?", Kolya beamed and swirled around, the sound of the bells streaming around like a carol song:
"Quiz! Does the jester wear the costume because it's easier to put on or easier to take off?"
You laughed because it was funny. It was silly.
Until it was not.
You'd noticed long ago that jokes of Gogol had an equal potential of making your day and ruining it. This time when you'd heard the bells somewhere else and got instantly wet, you knew you were fucked. In all meanings of the word.
Your mistake wasn't realising it or trying to take this lightly. Your mistake was to share this "funny little incident with him".
"Oh, my lovely dove, how interesting!" he chimed in delight before his tongue slammed inside your mouth in a mad attempt of devouring (as in he just eagerly kissed you).
And, of course, the next time you were chanting "I'm cumming, Kolya, I'm cumming!" you heard mocking ding-ding-ding as you peaked. Not your pouting face and, of course, not your accusing words did any difference because suddenly the jester found a new way to "prank" you and wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.
Of course, with Kolya interests, hobbies or certain jokes were never permanent, he was overgrowing them overnight like a boy who was shorter than girls in his class hit puberty and next morning stood at the front of the line. They were his toys, ideas and he quickly grew bored of them. So, you just had to hold on. And, matter of fact, how much damage a silly little bell in the hands of a madman could do?
Actually a lot. First encounters everytime you were cumming you were hearing a very distinctive sound of a bell. Ding-ding-ding. Then, hopping around, he started to wiggle it in front of your nose when you weren't having sex.
"Are you wet? Tell me! Are you soaked?" he was so excited, fingers in gloves probing under your clothes. "Ohh, you are!"
He pavlov'ed you, conditioned to get super horny whenever you heard bells. Not just the jester ones! Windchime bells, keychain bells, one time someone's notification sound was like that and upon hearing you instantly felt arousal warming in your lower belly!
Not to mention, that he absolutely found ways to make it even harder for you: he used his ability to ring a bell when you least expected this. A business meeting? Your panties were wet. Meeting with a friend? Couldn't think of nothing else but Nikolai's cock. Grocery store? You were hurried home, forgetting to buy half of your list.
"When will you stop?" you groaned with offence but your words held little power when your pussy walls were gripping his cock like that.
"I don't know, today, tomorrow?" He grinned, thrusting, stupid bells of his costume ringing. "Mhm, maybe never? Must a jester reveal all of his secrets to the audience?...Especially when she grips me like that," a sudden honesty amid madness, something that you learned to appreciate as much as one appreciated the wind: it was just passing through, probably never to return.
He did stop eventually, because he lacked the patience for proper training, and what was the fun in it anyway? He enjoyed your free spirit, your unpredictability.
It took you some time but you stopped getting aroused hearing all sort of rigning. However, one sound had continued making you wet. The teasing tinkling of the jester costume's bells.
i love torturing ajax just as much as HoYoverse do (okay, maybe more), so now I'm fighting demons telling me to turn dubcon into full noncon with sub! tartaglia.
I'm not going to do it obviously, i think the premise i wrote is sexy enough plus i have enough noncon posted already.
a/n: not proofread yet, probably messed up with times big time, ZAYNE IS OOC!!
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The sun had ducked behind the horizon hours ago, giving way first to mysterious twilight and then to comfortable darkness. This and the atmosphere of an emptying hospital had led Zayne into feeling rather sensitive, nervous. Or maybe the ambience wasn't one to blame, and the true reason was his schedule with one last, very important appointment: your after-hours check up.
And even though he had an hour to prepare for it - or just to relax after his overbooked and hectic schedule- he hadn't moved an inch since the last client left. The only thing he was doing was checking repeatedly some app on his phone, like he didn't memorize the content by heart already. Zayne had never claimed himself to be forgettable, but the risk today was too high for him to fuck this up.
You were late today, you usually were, mostly because wanderers didn't ask whether you had plans, and usually Zayne was patient, filling up extra time with extra work. Tonight he couldn't do anything other than meticulously checking whether his calculations were right. They, obviously, were.
Today was the day you were most fertile.
The abrupt knocking made him jump a little, fingers fumbling to lock the screen.
"Come in!" he called, voice smooth, unbetraying of his true emotions.
The door opened, revealing you, smiling sweetly while apologizing, and his heart started beating a bit faster. So cute, so breathtaking, even after a hard day of fighting. There were some bruises here and there that dimmed his mood a little, an annoyed cough escaping his lips. It didn't take long for you to catch his gaze.
"Yeah, some things were pretty rough. But it's okay, I dealt with them! Don't worry, bruises would disappear soon enough."
"You should be more careful," he scorned, motioning you to sit down.
You are going to be a mother soon. He added internally. Zayne knew you'd be a great mom: doting, caring, kind. As for your recklessness and line of work, he was confident it would change eventually, when you'd realise how great it would be to be a housewife. His housewife.
"The hospital is so empty, are you not scared to be here alone this late?" you chatted naively, hand diving into a bawl with your favorite candies that always met you on the corner of his desk.
"I'm not alone, there's a hospital wing with patients right next to ours," Zayne pushed the bawl closer to your hand.
"Yeah, but what about ghosts? Don't you believe in ghosts?"
If you noticed that the taste was weird, you didn't mention it. Maybe you were too tired, maybe they were tasty enough for you to not mind the change at all. Either way, when you finished the fifth one, Zayne considered it enough for him to finally stand up.
"Let's do a quick check-up."
His had office always smelled like fruits, chocolates and medicine: the first two were always gifted to him by grateful patients and the latter was self-explanatory. Tonight though he went out to buy special green tea scented decorative sticks, because he was told they have a very relaxing effect. And he really wanted you to relax.
"You sure you're not hurt anywhere?" his professional tone was a drastic contrast to the gentle touch of his palms moving and pressing around your body.
While he was actually checking up on your condition, frowning at each of your bruises or scratches, his fingers weren't doing much of probing but rather massaging, stimulating. Your calves, under your knees, thighs, arms, fingers. When he craned your face upwards by the jaw, he could see your eyes roaming around the room awkwardly. Not because you were in discomfort, but because it was becoming too sensual.
When his fingers ghosted over your collarbones, your breath hitched.
"You alright? Did I hurt you?" tone professional and clinical, a perfect picture of a doting doctor, even if said in a half-whisper to not ruin the atmosphere.
"N-no! It's fine!" you chuckled, deflecting.
You probably thought you were being such a pervert: your friend, your doctor is checking up on you, caring for you, and you're getting squirmy, because he's too attractive (and, well, you're ovulating).
For a second Zayne wondered if he should have just seduced you normally, organically, but quickly dropped the idea: you wouldn't let him finish inside on your first night together and you particularly mentioned not wanting kids in a foreseeable future. He could potentially talk you out of this but you were risking life every day. Each day was more dangerous than the last, so the time was running out and he couldn't waste it.
He sat you down on the sofa, your shaking arms raising your shirt to let him listen to your fastened heartbeat. What for you was an embarrassment, for him felt like a small victory. He was warming up your body, potentially, so if you saw any residual fluids on your underwear, you'd assume it was from this: from this intimate checkup that looked more like a massage than actual medical procedure. He even went as far as splaying palms over your chest, forefingers and pinkies touching the upper side of your boobs. Your thighs twitched, and Zayne actually couldn't supress a little smirk, embarrassing you even further.
He saw the exact moment the drugs kicked in: your eyelids started to drop, gaze became less focused. You weren't even fighting it, assuming it was just natural tiderness. He didn't comment on that either.
"Lay down on your stomach for me, please," he whispered.
It took you less than 5 minutes to actually dose off. Good, of course, but he still was concerned a little: he told you repeatedly not to overconsume anything and here you were, eating 5 of the candies. Another one and he would have stopped you because it was too dangerous.
He called out your name softly, then louder. You were dead asleep.
Carefully Zayne turned your body over. The dark brown old leather sofa was big enough for you to stretch your legs, so he didn't have to worry about you being uncomfortable. One leg he left as it is, another placed on his lap, sliding sideways between them, his back to the sofa back. It was an unnatural position and his body strained but he still was cautious for you to wake up.
Looking at your relaxed face, massaging your calf slightly he couldn't believe this was actually happening.
You were going to be mad. Maybe you'd even try to cut him off from your life. Sometimes you were naive but not stupid: if your GP didn't tell you about your pregnancy he was very much guilty. Or even the father.
Zayne hummed thoughtfully. He didn't know exactly how he'd manage to keep you docile and accepting. Maybe he'd give you some depressant stimuli, something to make you slow. It would inevitably interfere with your work and he'd ask you to take a sick leave. Normally you wouldn't obey but there's nothing some dark market pills couldn't do. And then, when you'd come to your senses, it would be way past abort due. Perhaps, you'd even already come to terms with it.
It was a quick train of thought, a vivid picture - you with rounded baby snuggling up to him in his home. He would have taken of you, don't you worry.
Kiss came the first. A cautious and tender press of his lips to yours. It was one way, obviously, but he still felt like fucking you without a kiss was wrong. Then his hands hiked up your shirt more, tugging bra caps down and sucking on your nipples. Apart from him enjoying it - a feeling of your tits under his mouth instantly giving him a raging boner - he was doing it as part of his professional approach. This would have made you even wetter.
He didn't have much time though. Because he wanted your sleep to feel natural, he didn't give you anything too harsh that would have had nasty side effects. Zayne had always prioritized your health after all.
He stood up. Your uniform pants were too tight, so he had to tug off your shoes, sock and them, cursing mentally and reminding himself that he had to do it quicker now. Explaining why you were half-naked would have been tremendously complicated.
Your underwear stayed though. The first thing Zayne noted was that you were soaked. Was it from him sucking your nipples or were you just attracted to him this hard as well? He entertained himself with the idea that it was latter.
He still used the lube he prepared before. Absolutely nothing could have indicated there was an intercourse. So, at first, he prepared you with one finger, then adding the second, never forgetting about the clit that started to swell. You were so warm inside, so slippery, so welcoming, that he couldn't refrain from licking you a bit too.
"You drive me crazy," he admitted breathlessly into your folds even if you couldn't hear him.
But the time was running out. It wasn't sex, he reminded himself, It was a necessity. He had to put a baby inside you. Had to breed you. It was natural. It was your mission. And he wanted to be the one to share it with you.
Because of both, natural and artificial, lube his cock slid in you without much of resistance. You were ready, accepting, even bucked your hips, chasing the pleasure. Oh, how much he wished to fuck you properly.
One thrust, another. He was trying to be deliberate, purposeful, but the way your pussy was clumping around him made him lose his composure at all. Your body was supposed to be relaxed, why were you to desperate to milk him as soon as possible.
"You're so...beautiful," he was grunting, rutting into you more demandingly.
He leaned over, kissing you again even if you couldn't reciprocate at the moment. His heart was so full of love towards you, so full of excitement at the prospect of having a baby together. Just nine months and then some more and maybe he'd impregnate you again.
That idea, that thought of you belonging to him forever, of giving him children, of walking today with his seed inside of you, as you were going to see that colleague of yours, or the artist, or that mafia boss, or, hell, what if you were meeting your brother today? While Zayne's cum was lodged deep into your womb.
His vision went white, hips jerked and he spilled inside you with a barely contained moan.
He stayed like that for a moment, caressing your lower belly, before finally pulling out.
He cleaned you with tissues, put back your clothes, then, before returning to his desk, he crouched by your head:
"You'll be such a beautiful mommy," and kissed you again.
It was another twenty minutes when you finally stirred away. The office was still dimly lit, scented sticks burned out, and the only sound being Zayne's hypnotizing typing.
"Did I dose off?" you murmured, sitting up.
"Yes, but I don't mind it. At least, I wasn't alone with the ghosts, right?"
You gave him a little smile. He was too endearing like this, whenever he played into your jokes. It was rare but heartfelt moments.
As you bid him goodbye, you were feeling refreshed. Sleeping for apparently an hour or so really helped against your fatigue.
Though you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was a little bit wrong...
anyone out there? 👀 perhaps anyone kind and curious enough to request something from me (could be something new, could be one of kinktober pieces i haven't finished..yet)? I need to get out of writer block somehow and I feel like people pleasing is a way to go 🥀
Forced proximity with Nikolai when you're stuck somewhere where there's barely a place for both of you to stand. But you're so horny, you drop to your knees and start sucking him off. It's so arousing that you end up closing your eyes, concentrating on a feeling of his big cock stretching your throat, the weight of his shaft on your tongue.
Suddenly you feel something weird between your legs. It feels like somebody's licking you but you're sitting on the floor? Confused, you open your eyes and look up at Kolya. You see a beautiful picture: his face half-merged into the portal.
You feel him chuckle against your folds, as you part your legs further.
It's a 69 variant, except for the times when you have much more restricting space!
a little something about yandere! gogol and breeding :3
yandere! nikolai who isn't interested in you having his children because he doesn't see himself as a family-type of a guy but who has a raging breeding kink anyway.
The thing is that you two have never met technically. He has approached you hundred of times under the disguise of someone else (even managed to grope you once or twice in the subway) and has been using his ability to spend time with you without you knowing (you think you're going crazy because sometimes you hear unhinged giggles but when you turn around no one is there). But he has never used his ability to fuck you.
You see, he doesn't want to rape you in your sleep or something. Or maybe he does but given that you'd wake up midway through. Wouldn't it be a rather fun and memorable "first time" meeting?
Anyway, he isn't ready. Soon, soon he'll reveal himself but a desire to have his cum sloshing inside you drives him mad now.
That's why he developed a nasty, fun, mad habit of jerking off somewhere around your presence to... use his ability and teleport his cum straight into your womb.
The first time was an experiment, the second one an obsession. He doesn't want to stop now. And he isn't going to.
Maybe the first time you'd meet would be at a gynecologist after you realise you've been missing your period. Maybe he'd be the gynecologist.
I'm watching right now Class 3-Z's Teacher Ginpachi and I just can't get over how hot Gintoki is, so here we're go.
MNDI! gintoki x fem!reader
🥀 Thinking about how when you all are transferred to this universe, you end up not as a fellow teacher but as a student of his.
🥀 Even if it's a jest, a gag, you still have tests and you barely remember anything from school, so you go around asking teachers for help but no one cares enough to spend their time at school after the classes end, so they all wave you off, leaving with only one option: your homeroom teacher.
🥀 Gintoki (Ginpachi) definitely groans and complains but seeing your pretty legs in a skirt and having a chance to spend some time with you (but mostly legs) win him over.
🥀 Of course, he's going to help you! He's your teacher after all!
🥀 Safe to say, the atmosphere is nothing but suitable for studying: there's a test book in front of you, a pen, paper, eraser, the teacher's cock stuffed into your pussy, another book, did i mention a pen?
🥀 It's fucking impossible to concentrate on the words you're reading, because you feel so full with his thick penis stretching your inner walls.
🥀 But he doesn't move. He's relaxed, horribly though, as he points something from behind your back (you're sitting on his lap).
🥀 "What's the formula for this?"
🥀 What. fucking. formula???
🥀 You sigh and grit your teeth and try to focus while your pussy leaks around his shaft. You even wonder how he's going to go home with such a big wet spot on his pants that he didn't even attempt to take off fully.
🥀 "Come on, you did ask me to help you study, concentrate," he drawls, his voice bored, though his hand sneaks under your shirt rather energetically. To cup your boob.
🥀 Now one of his hands is pointing at something in the textbook while the other tugs and rolls your nipple.
🥀 "Gintoki-" you try to protest.
"Huh? What? Who are you talking to?" his voice is serious but you know damn well that he's smirking.
"Sensei," you correct yourself (you feel his cock jerking when you call him that). "I don't think what you're doing is very productive."
🥀 There's some silence behind you before he finally hums:
"Really? I thought I was doing a good job... Well, there's always a room for improvement."
🥀 You watch in slow motion as his hands that laid before your eyes moved under your skirt until his fingers found your clit.
🥀 You gasp and clench around his cock, and he lets out a supressed moan in retaliation.
"Don't move," he slaps your thigh lightly, before returning back to slowly rubbing your clit.
🥀 When you're shaking and on the brick of the orgasm, he stops.
"So, what's the formula?" his voice is strained but he still tries to pretend hard that he isn't affected.
"Gin..pachi- sensei, please!"
"I don't think that's the formula," he pulls his hands back entirely. "Catch a breath, we'll start again in a moment."
🥀 A moment really is short because his lazy mask slips pretty damn fast.
🥀 Either way soon enough you're blubbering the needed formula over and over again while his fingers work you closer and closer to orgasm.
🥀 Before you're finally allowed to cum he closes the textbook in front of you. You frantically blurt out the damn formula.
🥀 "Good girl," he murmurs, as you're finally breaking on his cock.
🥀 He erupts not that long after. And as you're slumping onto the desk, his cum leaking out of you, he's standing nearby, buckling his pants.
🥀 "You know, I think I really have a knack for it," he seems to be satisfied with himself.
btw I'm slowly writing a piece with zayne. it's just as a smut author I'm tired of writing smut 🥀 so i wrote a beautiful premise and an ending and then I'm just looking at the middle of the work waiting for them to start fucking by themselves, without my help.
the frequency of these long ass ads, the ones i see while I'm scrolling through this app, pissed me off to the point I've minimized the time i spend on this app from 24/7 to a couple of minutes 😩 it just feels so cluttery now, noisy af. like i don't mind ads but why are they so looong. and it's always annoying videos too. majorly it feels like I'm not scrolling from post to post but from ad to ad. annoying.
the frequency of these long ass ads, the ones i see while I'm scrolling through this app, pissed me off to the point I've minimized the time i spend on this app from 24/7 to a couple of minutes 😩 it just feels so cluttery now, noisy af. like i don't mind ads but why are they so looong. and it's always annoying videos too. majorly it feels like I'm not scrolling from post to post but from ad to ad. annoying.
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, versatile switch!nikolai, mean dom!nikolai, brat!nikolai, sadomasochist!nikolai, inappropriate use of portals, praise kink, degradation kink, public & semi-public sex acts, size kink, marking kink
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to get the obvious out of the way, nikolai is quite possibly the most versatile switch you will ever meet in your life. he’s sadistic and masochistic, he’s happy bottoming and topping, he can dom you or be your sub — just say the word and he’ll take to the role like a bird to the skies… as long as he’s always got the freedom to switch things around at random just to keep you on your toes
as a dominant he tends to oscillate between just being an awful tease — tying you up and making you tear up in desperation or sob your throat raw from overstimulation, making you beg for his attention and beg for him to let up, and just generally being an annoying asshole intent on making you scream from frustration before he makes you scream from pleasure — and being an outright sadist — marking you up until there’s nowhere left on your body that he hasn’t claimed, biting you hard enough to draw blood, making you earn your orgasms by humiliating yourself, leaving your whole body aching and trembling and weak to the extent that you won’t be able to walk the next day — depending on his mood and what you ask of him. of course he’s all about freedom and experimentation and risk taking, but as your partner he is still generally quite mindful of your boundaries and is deceptively careful about sticking to things he knows you either enjoy or are neutral about
he may be a terrorist and murderer, but he has a heart… for you anyway
as a submissive he leans heavily into his bratty side, going above and beyond all reasonable measure just to push your buttons and provoke you into putting him in his place (ideally as roughly as possible). tie him up, ride his dick or fuck his ass until he’s cumming blanks and babbling in tongues, wipe that smile off of his face with a paddle or a knife or your hand around his throat, make him whimper and beg and call you all those lovely names even he wouldn’t be caught dead uttering when he’s not deep in sub space. show him who he belongs to, make him earn your attention, and he’ll take it all with a smile and a giggle that toes the line between charming and frustrating — he just really likes having the brat beaten out of him, what can he say?
nikolai is, as touched upon in previous points, someone who has a distinct sadistic streak in the bedroom and he makes no attempts to hide it: he pulls your hair just hard enough to sting, he carves the letters of his name into the skin of your chest and stomach and thighs and licks the blood from your skin as eagerly as he licks your spend from your sex, he slaps and spanks you with his hands and you can see the way his eyes light up when he sees the marks he leaves behind, he bites hard enough to draw blood and traces the indentations his teeth left behind with his fingertips later on, he leaves hickeys everywhere on you he can, he scratches at your back and shoulders when you fuck him, he chokes you until he can feel your panicked pulse fluttering beneath his hands, and the sight and taste of your tears, and the sound of his name on your trembling lips (half sobbed, half moaned), is enough to get him hard all over again all on its own
and if you beg him to go harder? if you’re just as into it as him? oh he’ll be in heaven
nikolai loves to keep you on your toes in bed and, unless you’ve both specifically agreed on one set tone for the night, he can and will randomly switch between praising, degrading, humiliating, and teasing you at the drop of a hat. like he can easily go from telling you how ‘pretty’ you look with his cock in your mouth or how amazing and full he feels with your strap/cock inside of him, to teasing you for being so desperate for him and mocking all the sounds you make with a shit-eating grin on his face (e.g. gagging, moaning, begging, etc.). simply put, nikolai is an unpredictable asshole.
circling back to his masochistic side for a moment, there’s very little in the way of pain play that nikolai doesn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of every now and then. choke him out until he’s on the brink of going unconscious, smack him across the face so hard his whole head snaps to the side, pull on his hair while you fuck him from behind or when he buries his face between your legs, bite his thighs and stomach and neck until he’s littered with bruises, spank him until the shape of your hand his permanently branded onto the curve of his ass, torture his cock and balls until he’s entirely flushed red and unable to string together a simple sentence… make him bleed and bruise and ache in all the right ways and he’ll be yours for life
he loves fucking you (and being fucked) in pretty much every position imaginable and has no qualms with experimenting a little to make certain things work if you have your heart set on something specific. he’s a lot more flexible than you might think so don’t be afraid to ask about a new position you want to try — chances are he’s already tried it and knows exactly how to make it work (or, if not, then it can be a fun bonding exercise for you both as you try and figure out how to do it)
(does love having having you sit on his face when he goes down on you, though… bonus points if you’re choking on his cock while he does it but he’s happy either way)
will use his ability for sexual gratification — both his own and yours — whether that means something small like grabbing a toy that’s just out of reach so neither of you have to leave the bed, something more flustering like using his portals to discretely fuck you with his fingers/tongue/cock or to allow you to fuck him from a distance, or something more obvious like just straight up teleporting himself to you when he’s horny, or teleporting the two of you somewhere else so you can fuck, etc. — but, naturally, he’s always open to any creative suggestions you have for him and will make good use of them the second he gets the chance
doesn’t give a single shit about social propriety or boundaries and would happily have you bouncing on his dick or perched on his face in public if you weren’t so concerned with silly things like ‘the law’. will compromise enough to stick to discreetly pleasuring you with his portals and having you control a toy that’s inside of him when you’re out and about… and will gladly stick to semi-public quickies if you’re a bit more adventurous than most but not quite as adventurous as he is
he has a prominent size kink that goes both ways — i.e. he loves taking the biggest toys you have inside of himself and gets off on the stretch (especially if he can see or feel it by pressing down on his stomach), and he loves how much smaller and more fragile you are than him and will coo over you whenever you struggle to take his cock fully inside of you (thinks it’s so hot when you start crying and babbling about it being ‘too big’)
nikolai isn’t oblivious to the fact that you like his thighs and will go out of his way to mess with you in various ways when he feels like being mean or bratty — e.g. making you ride his thighs when he wants you to earn your orgasm, playing up his sensitivity when you bite them, wearing clothes around the house that are tighter around his thighs or that are just short enough to show off all the lovely marks you left there, manspreading wider than usual and animatedly smacking his thighs when he laughs, etc.
he’s a terrible tease but he makes up for it by giving you the best orgasms you’ve ever had
gets super turned on whenever he sees you showing off the marks he left on your body the night before, and also makes an effort to show off any of the marks you leave on him where he can — obviously his clothes tend to cover a lot, but any marks you left on his throat will be extremely visible as he goes about his work with the d.o.a and he fucking loves it
he giggles a lot during foreplay and sex, jokes around with you even more, and it’s exceptionally rare for you two to be intimate and not end up in a fit of laughter at at least one point in the night
