~ You all can call me Bry/Breezy or South and I have always loved anime! Now I’m just a lifelong simp for fictional men and living in delulu land with no hopes of getting out!
~ 20+ but always a child at heart just a bit old fashioned!
~ nerd, band geek, dancer of sorts, and artist of many media
~ I like to write and am getting back into it but mainly just consume content on here and share my thoughts! MDNI because I do share ALL of my nasty little ideas so please leave me alone for your sanity and mine! DO NOT BRING AI INTO THIS BLOG! K byeeee
Fandoms I write for:
- Critical Role (only Vox Machina and Mighty Nein for now lol)
- Gachiakuta
- Bleach
- Naruto
- Blue Exorcist
- One Piece (I AM IN SABODY ARC NOW, be patient I’m catching up still lol)
- Tokyo Revengers
- Fire Force
- Soul Eater
- Demon Slayer
- Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun
- Jujutsu Kaisen
- My Hero Academia
- Dead Account
- Welcome to Demon school iruma-kun
- Hells Paradise
- Kaiju no 8
- Devil May Cry (game & animes)
- BUNGO Stray Dogs
Totally gonna add more soon but I feel I have a decent grasp of characters in these fandoms for now and yes I will write for all characters but please leave the children sfw c
Writing tag is #BreezyWrites📜
Dividers by @kodaswrld and @dollywons I adore their works!!
Kurt (Wagner) would have a mommy kink with a fem reader
'Nuff said... Xoxo... Mwa.
YES HE WOULD!!!
Kurt Wagner absolutely calls you mommy. He’s Roman Catholic, so naturally, he’s a switch. I think his ultimate goal is to have mind blowing sex, no matter the situation. Dom? Sub? Switch? Kurt’s there. And you know damn well that man is using his tail to please you and himself.
While I think that Kurt is the kind of man who talks you through it, I also think he LOVES to be talked through it as well. Add a note of pity? Get a little condescending? Oh he’s falling apart for you.
“A-ah-please-” Kurt’s arching in your grip, head falling against your shoulder as his hips flex. Sweat dances along his hairline, a darkened blue dusting his sculpted cheeks.
“Please what?” Your voice is a low purr, lips brushing along the length of his ear before your tongue is dragging along the sensitive skin. He cries out again, instinctively turning into you so that his nose can press against your chin.
“P-please,” His voice breaks, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as he squirms in your embrace. “Make me cum, mommy.”
The grin that splits your cheeks is damn sinful, stomach tightening at the way he whimpers when your grip tightens around his cock. The tip is leaking, slick with both of your combined spit and his precum, fist wet as it slides and twists around his sensitive cock, and fuck it isn’t helping that the tip of his tail is running over the leaking slit of his cock.
Kurt’s found himself tucked between your legs, his back against your chest as you lean against the headboard of your bed. You’ve got your arms around him, his head tucked against the crook of your shoulder while you tease him, work him up to a mean orgasm. You’ve been edging him for the better part of 30 minutes now, peering over his shoulder to watch yourself work him over, let your gaze roam freely over his muscled body, linger on the way his thighs flex, how his abs tense under your careful ministrations, watch his chest heave as he struggles to catch his breath. The position you’re in allows you to tug on his cock with ease and it’s driving Kurt insane. He’s completely at your mercy like this, forced to watch your smaller hand pump his dick for him until he’s literally whining into your neck, the sensitive, pointed end of his tail sliding over his wet slit while he begs you for something, anything.
“Tell me how good it feels baby,” You coo and Kurt whimpers at the nickname, thick fingers pressing blue bruises into the sensitive skin of your thighs. He’s never said it out loud, but you know he loves seeing your skin blue because of him, like you share something even deeper, more primal when you’re left like that.
He cries out when you reward him with a particularly tight tug and you watch with rapt attention with the tip of his tail slips into the weeping slit of his cock for a brief moment.
“Fuck, it feels-” He swallows loudly, jaw working as he lets his canines graze your throat. “So good. Feel s’good, fuck mommy feels so good-”
He’s babbling now and you’re grinning, fist tightening into something mean as you pick up the pace, fingers slipping over the sensitive head of his cock, your wrist shifting as you twist your hand ever so slightly as you tug. Kurt’s hips are pushing up into your hand now while he pants in your embrace, whimpering softly. He’s close, you know him well enough by now to tell when he’s getting close to cumming. He’s a glutton for punishment but you’d already edged and denied him three times now and he really had been such a good boy for you all night. He’d even begged when he’d wanted to kiss you.
“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” You murmured, lips pressed against his ear. “Hm? Go ahead and answer me baby.”
“I am, I am mommy I-” He grunts, hips canting upwards as he begins to fuck his cock into your hand. “I’m a good boy for you, I am-”
“Look at how pretty you look for mommy,” Your voice is low, soothing before you’re lapping at the sweat gathered on his temple. Kurt arches into your when your tongue slides over his skin, the wet, hot heat of it pulling a low groan from him as he struggles not to spill over into your hand. Not until you tell him to, not until you give him permission.
He knows the rules.
He likes to keep his girl happy. Not that he’s worked up the courage to officially claim you yet. Though nobody would deny it. The walls weren’t too sound proof in the mansion, though given the rate at which everyone was fucking each other: they should have been.
“Go ahead Kurt,” Your voice is low as you press your lips against his ear. “Talk to mommy about how pretty you look.”
“Ah fuck,” Kurt pants, head falling back against your shoulder for a moment while he tried, desperately, to collect himself. The wet, slow schlick schlick schlick of your fist dragging over his sensitive cock was making it damn near impossible for him to not cum all over you. You watched his gaze snap down to your hand, his brows drawn together as his mouth fell open. He looked entirely spent, thighs quivering as he struggled oh so desperately to hold on just a little longer-
“Be a good boy and cum for me baby,” It was a demand, your other hand slipping around him to tangle itself in his hair and force his head forward so that he had nowhere to look but his overstimulated cock. “Cum all over yourself for mommy.”
It took two more strokes before Kurt was loudly crying out, your name a needy whine as his hips lost their rhythm and he was cumming in thick ropes across your hand and his stomach and chest and fuck did he look good.
“That’s it baby,” You murmured against his ear, pride swelling in your chest at the way he shook in your embrace, tail curling itself tightly around your calf as he struggled to breathe through his intense orgasm. Your hand began to slow, fingers pushing his damp blue locks back from his forehead as you felt him relax back into your chest. “Breathe for me baby, breathe.”
Kurt was still quivering against you, hips twitching and small whines tearing free as your palm smoothed over his sensitive dick, his breathing heavy as his hands continued to grip your thighs.
“Fraulein?” It was a breathy, low whisper, one that made your stomach tighten. You hummed in response, grinning when you kissed his neck and he nearly cried out. “I don’t think anyone has made me feel as good as you do.”
You laughed lightly, arms tightening around him for a moment as you pulled him closer to you, ignoring the warm, wet mess on his torso. “Yeah?”
He nodded, still trying to catch his breath as his head dropped back against your shoulder. “Uh huh.”
You stayed like that for a few more moments before Kurt was suddenly shifting in your embrace, leaning forward and moving away from you. Your heart picked up its pace in your chest, thighs tightening at the prospect of what would come next. Sex with Kurt was like clockwork and you knew what was happening; he needed to please you now. There would be no denying or escaping it, Kurt would hold you down if you tried to insist that tonight would be all about him. He’d done it before, denying you the right to make it about him and only him, acting like it was some abhorrent, sinful act that he not make you cum, like it was his god given right to please you. You’d learned the hard way that Kurt was a giver, and he’d held you down and eaten you out too many times now to leave any room for doubt.
He turned to face you, balancing himself on his knees as he reached forward to smooth his hands over your thighs and up your hips.
“Kurt,” It was a low warning, breathless. “You don’t have to do this, why don’t you just let me take care of you-”
He frowned like you’d offended him before he was pulling you away from the headboard and further up the bed so that your back was against the pillows, legs splayed as he carefully rested his hands against your thighs and pushed them apart.
“Why would you deny me such a luxury?” His voice was low, muffled as he began to kiss his way up your inner thigh, shifting so he could settle between them. The slick that had gathered between your legs was undeniable and you shivered when his tongue slid across your skin, canines pressing against you. He leaned forward to gently run his nose through your folds, bumping against your clit as you cried out, arching. Kurt only grinned up at you before he was hooking his muscled arms under your thighs and yanking you towards him, eyes boring into your own as he began to eat you out.
are you trying to be normal so people won’t know you’re traumatized and angry or are you trying to be larger-than-life so people won’t know you’re vulnerable and needy
The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.
I need to make out with Kurt Wagner crazy style. Tongues out, gulping down saliva like mad dogs, breaths hot against each other's faces, and moans so loud they quiver, caught between our mouths, almost a palpable thing begging to be bitten. I need his teeth clanking against mine, catching on my lower lip; need the fur on his neck ruffled, hairs standing on end as if electrified by the sheer passion buzzing under his skin; need his hands under my shirt, nails scraping along the underside of my breasts, while my knee presses into his heavy, leaking cock — and I need it now.
So much so that we’d be flat rolling on the ground, humping each other through our clothes lookin like we really are fucking. Until we’ve finished in our drawers and realization hits the the morning rays-only for us to start stripping each other faster than the wind itself😩
