#dom men

[puppyboytamer]

More men should get comfortable whimpering and whining with another man on top of them, just saying.

[kryoru]

sucking off quarterback!sukuna after his win.

sukuna kicked the door shut behind him with the heel of his cleat. the sound echoed. he was still in half his pads, shoulder plates making his already obscene shoulders look even wider, crimson jersey dark with sweat and grass stains. blood from a split lip had dried in a thin line down his chin. he hadn’t bothered wiping it. looked way hotter that way.

you were already waiting.

leaning back against his locker in your cropped cheer top and tiny skirt, thighs pressed together, pom-poms discarded somewhere near the benches. mascara slightly smudged from screaming his name for four quarters. lips glossy. eyes hungry. he didn’t speak at first. just stalked forward, towering, until your back hit the cold metal slats.

“thought you were gonna wait in the car like a good girl,” he rasped, voice still rough from shouting plays.

“couldn’t.” you tilted your head up, letting him see how dilated your pupils were. “not after that last touchdown. and definitely not after you looked straight at me when you kicked the ball.” a dangerous grin split his face. the kind that promised he was about to ruin you and enjoy every second of it.

“on your knees then, darling. you wanna celebrate? earn it then by taking it down your throat.”

you dropped instantly, knees hitting the tile, palms sliding up his thighs, fingers hooking under the waistband of his compression shorts and the cup still strapped in place. he was already thick and heavy behind the padding, the outline obscene. he reached down, rough fingers catching your jaw, tilting your face up.

“open.”

you did. tongue flat, lips parted, eyes locked on his. he shoved the shorts and cup down just enough. his cock sprang fres— thick, veined, flushed dark, the head already glistening. the musky scent of him hit you hard. clean sweat, victory, raw arousal. you whimpered before you even touched him.

he fisted the base and slapped the heavy length against your waiting tongue once, twice, watching the way it flexed and leaked against your lips.

“fuckin’ desperate cheer slut,” he muttered, almost fond. “go on. suck your champion off.” you wrapped both hands around what your mouth couldn’t reach and took him in deep on the first try. he groaned, low, guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest. one of his tattooed hand slammed against the locker above your head. the other tangled in your ponytail, not guiding yet, just holding.

you hollowed your cheeks and slid down further, tongue dragging along the thick underside vein, lips stretched tight. th stretch burned deliciously at the corners of your mouth. saliva already pooled, dripping down your chin. you didn’t care. you wanted messy. you wanted him to see what you’d do for him after he just carried the whole team on his back.

“s—shit.. there you go princess,” he hissed when you swallowed around him, throat fluttering. “k—knew that pretty hah fuuuck throat could take it

you moaned around his length, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily. he hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your eyes watering but you didn’t pull off. instead you breathed through your nose and pushed deeper until your nose brushed the pubes at his base.

“fuuck.” his grip tightened in your hair, yanking just enough to make your scalp sting. “look at you. mascara runnin’, lips swollen, choking on championship dick like it’s your fucking job.”

“what a slut.”

you pulled back slow, obscene, wet, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening cock then plunged down again, faster this time. sloppy. noisy. the wet gluck gluck gluck of your throat filled the empty locker room.

he started fucking your face in shallow thrusts controlled at first, then harder. the metal locker rattled behind your head with each snap of his hips.

you let him use you. let him tilt your head exactly how he wanted, let him grind against your tongue, let him smear pre-cum and spit across your cheeks when he pulled out to slap his cock against your lips again.

“gonna ngh paint that pretty face—fuck fuck fuck if you keep lookin’ at me like that,” he growled.

you pulled off just long enough to rasp, voice wrecked, “insiwde. wan’ it down my throat. pleeease, sukuna—givme it— your cum.”

his eyes flashed.

“greedy little thing.”

he shoved back in deep, ruthless, holding your head still while he fucked your throat in short, brutal strokes. your nails dug into his thighs. tears streamed freely now, mixing with spit, dripping onto your chest, soaking the cropped top.

his breathing turned ragged.

“fuck—fuck—take it—”

he came down your throat, hips slamming forward one last time. hot, thick spurts flooded your mouth, your throat—too much to swallow at once. you tried anyway, gulping, choking, some of it leaking from the corners of your lips and dripping down your chin onto your tits.

he held you there until he stopped pulsing, until every last drop was down your throat or decorating your face.

only then did he pull out, slow, watching the way your swollen lips clung to him, the way your tongue automatically chased the last bead of cum on the tip.

he thumbed the mess on your chin, smearing it across your bottom lip like gloss.

“goood girl,” he murmured, voice softer now, almost reverent. “my pretty slutty trophy.”

a/n: ts has been in my draft for a while now✌️ finally out of my angsty stage we back to feeling freaky evrydayy😝

[nycenthingelse]

High Sex

Fan-Fiction Edition

Dominic Fike

After a long stressful day at work, I come home to Dominic who’s rolling a blunt while sitting on the couch, my freaking favorite thing to do after a day like this.

“Baby you’re a life saver..” I walk over to him with a slight hunch smiling softly.

His eyes catches mine and he smiles but then it fades a little, some concern catches his face.

“Mama, you look so tired. I told you to take the day off but you didn’t listen.” He says in a soft worried tone. Pulling me into the couch into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I let out a long comforting sigh from his arms wrapped around me and feeling his body against me.

“I know, I know. But it’s not like it’s something I’m not use to baby.”

He sighs kissing my shoulder. Then he lights the rolled blunt holding it up to my lips.

“Hit this…. Maybe it will take some of the stress off you.” He says with a grin.

He’s already high. And I knew it.

I slightly part my lips, giving him access to put the blunt in between them. And once he does I take a big long hit. Inhaling all the smoke in my lungs holding it for a few seconds. Before exhaling all of it out.

“Damn mama, save some for me now.” He jokes laughing softly before taking a hit.

My body instantly starts to relax. I let out a soft giggle leaning against him some more getting hella comfortable.

~

After hitting that blunt a few times. I was so high, i couldn’t remember anything else. I can’t even remember how it started.

I’m still in his lap, my back against his chest. But he’s whispering sweet things in my ear and my legs are open pants off and panties pushed to the side.

His fingers pushing in and out of my wet tight pussy nice and deep.

“You like when my fingers are deep inside this sweet pussy huh mama?” He praises, whispering in my ear. Lightly biting it.

I moan out desperately grabbing his wrist, grinding against his fingers wanting more. Wanting him to take all my stress and fatigue from his fingers deep inside of me.

He chuckles watching me take control of his hand. Grinding against his fingers so needy and hungry. Holding his wrist in the right angle so when I grind against his curled fingers, it hits my spot just fucking right.

“Fuck you’re so desperate for my fucking fingers mama.” He grunts into my ear feeling me get more wet by the second.

He pulls his fingers out of me making me let out a whining moan. He picks me up off his lap laying me down on the couch. He hovers over me. Our faces inches away.

“I can’t wait to take away all your stress by fucking you so good tonight.” He says looking me deep in the eyes. Smashing his lips against mine.

He wraps his hand around my throat gripping it lightly but firm sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moan into mouth our tongue dancing together in unity.

He opens my legs resting his waist in between them, using his other hand to take off my panties throwing them on the floor.

He breaks the kiss. Kissing down my jawline to my neck. Sucking the sweet and sensitive spots that he knows so well. That he knows I melt and go crazy over.

Gripping his hair pushing him deeper into my sensitive neck. Feeling his tongue graze and bite the spot. Making me grind against his hard cock through his sweats.

“Fuck baby, please.” I whine out, needy with desire. Wanting more of him.

He smirks against my neck, letting out a soft moan when he feels me grinding against him.

“Fuck you drive me insane, be patient mama. Because I will give you what you want. And when I do. You’ll be crying for me to stop.” He grunts seductively in my neck.

~

“Who’s this pussy for hm?” He grips my throat firmly fucking me deep. His cock going in and out my wet pussy perfectly.

I look at him with blissful eyes filled with pleasure. Feeling his cock hit my g-spot so many times.

“Fuck daddy it’s yours, it’s all yours.” I cry out spreading my legs wider, looking down at his cock going deeper. Short but deep thrusts making my eyes roll back.

“You feel that baby? How deeper and deeper I’m going inside this wet pussy that’s all for me.”

He continues to thurst inside of me. Pushing then holding for a few seconds making my legs shake. I cry out gripping his back scratching it.

He groans slamming harder into my wet cunt. Whispering nasty things into my ears. Tears streaming down my face from so my pleasure.

I try to close my legs because the pleasure is to overstimulating but in a good way. But he crams them open fucking me deeper and harder because I closed taking his hand from my throat and start rubbing my sensitive clit.

“O-oh fuckkkk daddy please- I can’t.” I cry out trying to grab his hand but he doesn’t let me stop him.

“Move your fucking hand, and take my cock like good girl. You’re gonna take it until your limp and can’t move. Do you fucking understand?” He commands rubbing my clit faster, flicking and squeezing it gently.

I nod crying from all the overstimulating pleasure I’m receiving from his cock and fingers. But he rubs my clits faster and fucks me deeper in the most unbearable way making my back arch from the feeling.

“Speak. I want to her you say it mama.” He demands.

My mouth falls open letting out moans and cries more tears falling down my cheeks like waterfalls. Wanting his cock go in and out of my dripping overstimulated pussy while his fingers are torturing my clit.

“F-fuck daddy yes. I understand.” I choke out gripping the couch cushions. Feeling something at the pit of my stomach. I’m getting closer to my orgasm.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum… please let me cum.” I beg.

He doesn’t listen or acknowledge the fact that I’m about to squirt all over his cock. But he continues to fuck me deeply and rubbing my clit in a brutal motion.

Looking me in the eyes watching my eyes slowly roll back and my mouth fall open with no sound coming out.

“Yeah that’s fucking it, cum all over this fucking cock like a good fucking girl. Give it to me.” He praises.

My legs shakes uncontrollably, and my back arches off the couch my orgasm crashing immediately. Squirting all over his cock.

“Fuckkkk good girl, gimme some more.” He pushes deeper not thrusting but holding which his building pressure and pleasure while rubbing my clit faster.

I scream out squirting harder trying to move or run but I can’t because I’m held down against him.

He wraps his hand around my throat with a firm grip fucking me faster. Making me let out choked moans, squirting every thrust.

“Yes that’s it baby give me all your juices while I cum deep inside this pussy.” He grunts fucking me faster, his lips parted breathing heavy.

After a few more thrust, he buries his seed deep inside of me. Giving me all of him.

“Mmm fuck. Take it all mama. Good fucking girl.”

We both smirk at each other breathing heavily

“Don’t you just love high sex.” I say breathlessly.

“Yes I do.”

~

High sex, is the best sex.

Fan-fiction requested by @nananysworld

[romantasyaddict]

PUSH AND PULL

TW: NSFW below the cut

The Armed Detective Agency's office fell quiet as the last rays of Yokohama's sunset bled through the blinds, casting long stripes across the cluttered desks. Everyone had trickled out—Kunikida muttering about deadlines, Atsushi waving goodbye with that shy smile, even Yosano vanishing into the evening with her medical bag. You lingered, pretending to finish a report, but really, it was Dazai's fault. All damn day, he'd been at it, poking and prodding like he was testing how far he could push before you snapped.

It started with his hand brushing yours during the morning briefing, fingers lingering too long on your knuckles. 'Oops,' he'd whispered, eyes twinkling with that fake innocence. By lunch, he'd cornered you in the break room, backing you against the counter while pouring coffee, his body heat pressing close. 'You look tense, bella. Need me to loosen you up?' His breath had ghosted your neck, lips almost—but not quite—touching your skin. You'd shoved him away lightly, cheeks burning, but he just laughed, low and teasing, following you back to your desk with his foot nudging yours under the table.

Afternoon dragged on with more of the same. While you typed up witness statements, he'd lean over your shoulder, chin resting on it, murmuring, 'That sentence is almost as stiff as you are right now. Let me help—maybe a massage?' His fingers had trailed down your arm, thumb circling your elbow in a way that sent shivers straight to your core. Ranpo had glanced up from his snacks, smirking but saying nothing, though his knowing look said he saw everything.

Now, the office was empty, just the hum of the old air conditioner and the faint tick of the clock. You stood by your desk, stacking files with more force than necessary, when Dazai sauntered over, hands in his pockets, that infuriating grin plastered on his face. 'Everyone's gone. Finally alone, huh? You've been ignoring me all day—hurtful, really. I might just have to stage a dramatic exit to get your attention.'

You turned, grabbing his tie before he could dodge, yanking him close. 'Ignoring you? Osamu, you've been glued to me like a bad habit. Teasing, touching—enough. Time to shut that mouth of yours.'

Your voice came out sharp, laced with the frustration that had built all day, but underneath it, heat pooled low in your belly.

His eyes widened a fraction, surprise flickering before it melted into amusement. 'Oh? Feisty tonight. What's the plan, darling? Going to tie me to Kunikida's chair and interrogate me?' But he didn't pull away, letting you drag him toward the couch in the corner—the worn one tucked behind a partition, away from the main floor but still risky as hell in the agency.

You pushed him down onto it, the springs creaking under his weight, and straddled his lap in one swift move. His coat bunched up around him, but you didn't care, fisting your hand in his brown hair and pulling his head back hard. Strands tugged free, soft and messy, and he hissed through his teeth, a real sound that made your pulse race. 'That's for the coffee incident,' you growled, leaning in to bite his jaw, teeth scraping stubble. 'And this—for the desk whispers.'

Dazai's hands came up to your hips, gripping but not guiding yet, his breath hitching. 'Mmm, aggressive. I like this side of you. Keep going—show me what else you've got.' His voice was rougher now, cock already stirring against your thigh through his pants, but you slapped his hand away, pinning both wrists to the armrest with one hand while the other wrapped around his throat.

Your fingers pressed into the soft skin there, feeling his pulse hammer under your thumb. Not too hard at first—just enough to make his eyes glaze, his Adam's apple shifting as he swallowed. 'No touching. You don't get to call the shots tonight, Osamu. You've been begging for someone to put you in your place all day.' You squeezed a little tighter, watching his lips part, a soft groan escaping.

He tested the pressure, tilting his head back further into your grip, but his hips bucked up, grinding his growing erection against your core. 'Begging? Me? Never. But if this is your idea of payback... fuck, don't stop.' His words came out strained, voice dropping an octave, and you felt a rush of wetness between your legs at how he yielded, even if his eyes still sparkled with that defiant spark.

You released his throat just enough to yank his shirt open, buttons popping and scattering across the floor like tiny accusations. His chest rose and fell fast, pale skin flushed, bandages peeking from under his undershirt. Leaning down, you dragged your tongue along his collarbone, tasting salt and faint soap, then bit down on the juncture of his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. 'You like that? Being marked up in the office where anyone could walk in?'

Dazai chuckled, but it broke into a moan when you sucked the spot, your hand sliding back to his throat for a light choke. 'Risky... I love it. But what if Kunikida comes back for his notebook? Think he'd join or lecture us?' His free hand—wait, you'd only pinned one—slipped under your skirt, fingers brushing your thigh, but you caught it, slamming it back down.

'Told you—no touching. Always such a brat...' You ground down on him, feeling his cock throb fully now, hard and insistent against your soaked panties. Shifting, you reached between you, unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness, the zipper's rasp loud in the quiet room. His boxers tented obscenely, a wet spot already forming. You palmed him through the fabric, squeezing the base where he was thickest, and he arched, breath catching. 'Look at you, leaking already. All that teasing, and you're the one desperate.'

'Guilty as charged,' he rasped, eyes locked on yours, dark with want. 'Touch me properly.... Make me beg , Bella.'

You obliged, but on your terms, pulling his cock free—hot, veined length springing up, the head flushed and slick with pre-cum. Wrapping your hand around it, you pumped slow, twisting at the top to spread the wetness. His hips jerked, chasing your fist, and you tightened your choke, cutting off his next quip mid-breath. 'Not yet. First, you tell me how bad you want it. Say it—beg like you mean it.'

Dazai's face reddened slightly, but he didn't fight, voice gravelly. 'Please... fuck, I need you. Ride me, choke me harder—use me until I can't talk back.' The words sent a thrill through you, and you rewarded him by leaning down, licking a stripe up his shaft, tongue flat against the underside. He shuddered, a whine slipping out—rare from him—as you swirled around the tip, tasting salt and musk.

But you pulled back, stripping your blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. Your bra followed, breasts spilling free, nipples hard from the cool air and his gaze. 'Watch,' you commanded, cupping them, pinching the peaks until you gasped. Then, hiking your skirt up, you shoved your panties aside, exposing your dripping pussy. Rubbing two fingers through your folds, you gathered slickness and brought them to his lips. 'Taste how wet you make me, even when you're being a pain.'

He sucked them in eagerly, tongue laving your digits, eyes never leaving yours. 'So sweet... now sit on my face? Or are you gonna torture me more?' His cock twitched in your other hand, begging for friction.

Instead, you positioned yourself over him, knees bracketing his hips on the narrow couch. Teasing the head of his cock against your entrance, you sank down just the tip, clenching around it. 'Fuck—Osamu, you're so thick.' Inch by inch, you took him, walls stretching around his girth, the burn delicious. He filled you completely, bottoming out with a wet squelch, and you both moaned in unison.

Starting to ride, you set a torturous pace—slow rolls at first, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. Your hand fisted in his hair again, yanking to arch his neck, exposing more throat for your fingers to squeeze. 'Like that? Me owning your cock, choking the sarcasm out of you?'

'Yes—harder' he grunted, thrusting up shallowly, but you pinned him with your weight, controlling the depth. Sweat slicked your skin, the office air thick with the scent of sex—musk and arousal hanging heavy. You bounced faster, breasts jiggling, his cock dragging against that spot inside that made stars burst.

'God, you feel good... keep clenching like that.'

Dazai's hands strained against your hold, but he played along, breaths ragged under your choke. 'You're killing me... in the best way. Fuck, baby ,ride me till I come inside you ...'

He continued to mouth off breathlessly

'Bet you thought about this all day, didn't you? Bet you wanted me to bend you over your desk'

'Shut up and take it,' you shot back, but the words lost edge as pleasure coiled tight.

But you amped it—reaching to fondle his balls, rolling them gently while you rode, feeling them draw up. He groaned, head thrashing in your grip, hair pulling taut.

Midway, as your thighs burned and orgasm hovered close, Dazai's eyes sharpened, that cunning glint returning. 'Enough playing,' he murmured, voice deceptively soft. In a blur, he bucked hard, wrapping an arm around your waist and flipping you beneath him on the couch. The cushions dipped, his body covering yours, cock slipping out only to slam back in deep. Your legs splayed wide, skirt bunched at your waist, and he pinned your hands above your head with one large palm.

'Osamu—what the—' you started, but he crashed his mouth to yours, tongue invading, biting your lip until you tasted copper.

'Told you, bella—control's mine to take.' His free hand circled your throat, squeezing firm . He thrust hard, hips snapping, balls slapping your ass with each plunge. The angle hit deeper, his cock spearing you, stretching your pussy around him relentlessly. 'Feel that? Every inch owning you now.'

You arched, the choke making your vision spot, pleasure sharpening to a knife's edge. 'Bastard... Fuck ..harder–.' Legs hooked around his waist, pulling him closer, nails digging into his shoulders where you could reach.

He laughed, dark and breathless, pounding faster. 'Demanding little thing. You love it when I switch—admit it.' Releasing your hands, he fisted your hair instead, yanking your head down to latch onto your neck, sucking bruises that'd show tomorrow. His other hand stayed choking, pressure pulsing with his thrusts—tighten on the in, ease on the out. 'So wet, dripping down my balls. Gonna fill this pussy up.'

The office door rattled then—keys jingling. Ranpo pushed in, nose buried in a candy wrapper, freezing mid-step. His eyes swept the scene: you sprawled on the couch, Dazai buried between your legs, the air thick with moans. 'Tch, figures. Agency's turning into a brothel. Dazai, if you're gonna defile the furniture, at least buy new cushions. And you—' he pointed at you with a lollipop, smirking smugly—'don't let him off easy next time.'

Dazai didn't stop, just glanced back with a wicked grin, still thrusting shallowly. 'Ranpo-kun! Join the fun? Snacks on the table.'

Ranpo rolled his eyes, popping the candy in his mouth. 'Pass. You two sound like a bad romance novel—keep it down or I'll deduce your kinks for the whole team tomorrow.' He turned, door clicking shut behind him, leaving the echo of his chuckle.

The interruption only fueled Dazai, his pace turning brutal. 'Hear that? Even Ranpo knows you're mine.' He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours on the couch, ass in the air. Sliding back in from behind, he choked you with one hand around your throat from the side, the other in your hair, arching your back. 'Ride back on it—show me how much you want my cum.'

You did, pushing against him, the new angle letting him hit even deeper, cockhead nudging your cervix. 'Fuck—yes, just like that. You take my cock so well Bella , like you were made for it .'

He reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast circles slick with your arousal. Orgasms built in waves: yours first, crashing as you clenched around him, crying out muffled by his grip. 'Osamu—cumming—'

He followed, groaning low, hips stuttering as he pumped hot spurts deep inside, filling you until it leaked down your thighs. 'Take it all... good girl.' Collapsing over you, he eased the choke, kissing your shoulder. 'Worth the teasing?'

Panting, you twisted to glare, but smiled. 'Maybe. But next time, I lock the door.'

The couch creaked as Dazai pulled out slowly, his cum trickling from your pussy, warm and sticky. He didn't let you up, instead flipping you to face him, settling between your legs again. 'Not done yet. You started this—now let's make it last.' His fingers dipped into you, scooping his release and pushing it back in, thumb on your clit. 'So sensitive... still twitching.'

You whimpered, oversensitive but craving more, hand tangling in his hair to pull him down for a kiss. Tongues tangled messy, all teeth and heat, as he finger-fucked you lazily, adding a third digit to stretch you wider. 'Osamu... too much—'

'Never too much for you.' He curled them, hitting that spot, and you bucked, chasing the pressure. Dialogue murmured between kisses: 'Tell me what you want next. My mouth? Cock again?'

'Your tongue—eat me out, taste us.' He grinned, sliding down, shoulders nudging your thighs apart. His tongue delved in, lapping at the mess—his cum mixed with yours—broad strokes that made you keen. 'Fuck, you taste perfect. Salty-sweet.' He sucked your clit, fingers still pumping, choking you lightly with his other hand across your throat from below.

Orgasm two hit quick, your thighs clamping his head, grinding against his face. 'Yes—don't stop—' He hummed, vibrations sending you over, body shaking.

Rising, lips shiny, he kissed you, sharing the flavor. ' You did so well ,Bella . Always such a good little slut for me. '

'Tired already?' he asks gently smiling softly and you nod and let out a little whine as an answer . Spent, he wrapped around you, both sinking to the couch in a heap. 'Love you... even when you fight for top.'

You huff a tiny laugh against his chest, the last of your breath still shaky. 'I love you too…' you murmur, words muffled in the warm space between you. After a beat, you tilt your head just enough to glance at the couch beneath you. 'We should probably clean this up, though. Otherwise Kunikida’s going to murder us.'

He snorts, tightening his arm around you in defiance. 'Let him try. I’m not moving.'

You smile, letting yourself sink into him for one more stolen moment—even as you both know he’s right, and Kunikida absolutely will lecture you for the rest of eternity.

( Thank you for reading. This is my first time writing smut on Tumblr. Writing tips are appreciated. And yes , i take requests )

[shorthairchris]

“tell me”

matt PLEASE. I’m just a girl 😩

[gravvez]

and what if we chased each other through the woods, running and hunting with the adrenaline of who will catch the other first? what if we fight and grunt and growl in each others faces, too overcome with the single desire to take and take and take? what if we bit and scratched at each other? what if we slammed each other down trying to force the other to submit? what if we fuck like it’s the only thing keeping the planet spinning? what then hm?

[princesscandi]

Need a man to worship me who will also bend me over and make me take it. Is that too much to ask for?

[liaaw2025]

Ahhh im sorry daddy ill be a good girl an listenn🤭🤭🤭