#fem!dom reader

[niilue]

✦˖ KURAPIKA D!CK RATE ⎯ HUNTER X HUNTER

a/n: this is short bc i forgot to do it </3

length: 7 inches hard. pretty, almost delicate looking, like it shouldn’t belong to someone who fights. smooth skin, flushed pink tip, nothing “scary” about it—just begging to be used.

look: too pretty to waste. he keeps it neat, almost like he’s embarrassed about anyone seeing it. but when he’s leaking all over your hand, dripping precum down his thighs? yeah, he loses that composure fast.

curve: slight upward tilt, perfect for hitting deep—but the funniest part is he’s the one whining about it. he’ll arch his back without meaning to, choking on moans every time you push him right.

stamina: he thinks he has it. spoiler: he doesn’t. kurapika is a terrible liar when it comes to sex; his body gives him away. he cums fast when you edge him, overstimulate him, make him ask.

kinks reflected in his dick: denial, overstimulation, begging. this dick was made to be edged until he’s crying, made to twitch helplessly while you tell him “not yet.”

vibe: “royal brat that folds the second you touch him.” all that poise, all that control—gone the moment you wrap your hand around him. he breaks embarrassingly easy.

cumshot: heavy, messy, humiliating. kurapika covers his face when he cums, as if hiding could make it less obvious how much he needed it. his release is hot, endless, spurting in thick ropes that leave him shaking.

extra: his cock twitches whenever you call him “pretty boy.” he pretends not to hear it, but the way he throbs in your hand ruins the act instantly.

final score: 8.7/10 pretty, needy, submissive—this dick is made to be used, ruined, and milked dry.

[ribrianna]

I love submissive tops like yes call me mommy and tell me that this pussy is too much for you to handle and you better not stop cause if you do it’s my turn next lol

[niilue]

sub kurapika headcanons ⛓️

cw: sub!kurapika, pegging, spit kink, anal, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise kink, vulnerable submission, explicit content, fem reader.

a/n— these hc are kind of intense bc i love this man and i would do all kinds of things to him 🤭😋

kurapika doesn’t hand over control easily. he’s calculated, private, always keeping his emotions tight behind his eyes , but with you? the more you strip him down, the more he aches for someone to just take the control away.

his submission isn’t instant , it’s earned. at first, he fights it. stiff posture, sharp eyes, resisting your commands even when his body says otherwise. but once he realizes he wants to obey you… it’s over. he’s hooked.his pride is

part of the pleasure. the way he blushes when you touch him, how he refuses to beg until he’s shaking all of that tension? it makes the moment he breaks even sweeter. because when kurapika gives in, he gives everything.

his scarlet eyes don’t just glow with anger , they flare with arousal. when you take control of him, when he feels overwhelmed, stretched, fucked open and completely yours, his irises ignite. not from rage, but from pure, unfiltered need.

sometimes, when he’s on his knees for you, his eyes are red and teary, his chest rising and falling like he’s about to collapse …. and you realize it’s not just lust. it’s emotional release. because giving in to you feels like the only place he’s ever truly safe.

he goes insane for pegging. he won’t say it, but the filthy sound that escapes his throat the first time you slide a strap-on inside him says everything.

he struggles to express what he likes, but when you ask him, “you like being fucked like this, don’t you, kurapika?” he just nods with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.

he has a quiet spit kink. spit in his mouth, on his cock, down his hole. he shudders every time. and afterwards? completely mortified.

he loves being told what to do. your calm, commanding voice turns him pliant. like his body stops thinking and just listens.

he sometimes trembles while undressing for you. not from fear, but from the rush of giving in. vulnerability turns him on more than he admits.

he rarely says “i like this,” but his body speaks for him. back arched, thighs shaking, cock pulsing hard with need.

he hates being recorded or exposed. his submission is sacred. private. showing it to anyone else would make him shut down completely.

he’s not into pain for pain’s sake. he can handle slaps, pressure, even bites, but degradation that hits his pride? no.

being fucked while clothed drives him wild. shirt still on, pants halfway down, ass up and face buried in the sheets? perfection.

when he’s deep into it, he becomes a quiet beggar. “please,” “don’t stop,” “give me more” come out in little, broken gasps.

he loves being full. not just physically. he wants to feel owned, pressed into the bed, marked by your hands and your body.

sometimes he cums from anal play alone. no stroking. no teasing. just a toy or your fingers hitting the right spot, and he loses it.

he secretly loves it when you keep using him long after he’s done. when he’s soft, dripping, overstimulated, and you’re still riding him? his cock starts to get hard again.

he hates being called “puppy” or “baby boy.” that’s not his vibe. he wants to be your man. your fucktoy. your hole to ruin, not babied.

after a scene, he holds you. no words. just his face buried in your neck, arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go.

when he’s on his knees and you tell him to stick his tongue out? his cock twitches instantly. whether it’s your spit or his, he’s ready to melt.

sometimes, when you dominate him just right, he cums untouched. the voice, the pace, the toy deep in his ass—it’s too much. he explodes.

he cleans your toys afterwards. not because you tell him to, but because it’s how he serves. quiet gratitude, post-orgasm devotion.

[niilue]

I need more of grell w a male reader pls🤞😔

grell sutcliff — kuroshitsuji

cw: sub grell, dom male reader, desk sex, teasing, rough sex, verbal humiliation, begging, deep thrusts, slight choking, slutty behavior

a/n: well i was looking in my inbox and i found this at the bottom and i was literally looking for some grell to write sooo…. setting: the reaper office, late evening. everyone else is gone. grell stays behind to provoke you. you lock the door. she spreads her legs. the rest is inevitable.

oh~! are you here to scold me, mon chéri?” grell sat right on the edge of the desk, lips red, legs crossed, voice purring. “or are you finally going to do what you’ve been dying to?”

you didn’t answer.

you just locked the door.

and grell—oh, she bit her lip.

the sound of your footsteps was enough to make her squirm. corset tight. makeup flawless. those legs in sheer thigh-highs, already parting just slightly. all of it screamed look at me. come ruin me.

“don’t act mysterious now,” she said, voice deepening. “i know you wanna fuck me.”

you shoved her down against the desk before she could keep talking. her back hit the wood. her legs opened instantly.

perfect.

“ahh~ is this how you want me, darling? are you gonna punish me?”

your hand slid up her thigh—rough, firm. and grell arched. “ooh, so aggressive… so delicious…” ♡

“shut up,” you growled, pushing two fingers past her lips. she sucked on them. like a bitch in heat. like she wanted to be used. eyes lidded. lashes fluttering. tongue curling around you like she’d been waiting for this all week.

“mmhh…~ i love when you’re mean…”

you hiked up her skirt—no patience. no asking. she shivered at the exposure.

“you’re gonna stay quiet,” you said, hand closing around her throat, “and let me use you.”

“oh my god, yes—use your little red slut~!”

and so you did. you yanked her hair. lifted her legs. and fucked her hard. deep. no warm-up, no warning, no mercy. grell screamed, and then every sound turned to breathless, high-pitched moans.

lipstick? ruined. stockings? torn. nails? digging into the wood. and grell? only saying:

“more! harder! treat me like the whore i am~!” ♡

your hips slapped against her ass, rhythm hard and steady.

clap—clap—clap.

and grell—your filthy, dramatic, perfect slut—was past the point of control. no more witty remarks. no more teasing. just gasps. sobs. moans high and broken.

“ahhh—! fuck, fuck—nghh, harder! please don’t stop~!”

your hand stayed tight around her throat, not too hard, just enough to make her tremble. to remind her that she wasn’t in charge anymore.

“you like being fucked like this, don’t you?” you whispered, voice low against her ear. “no softness. no patience. just me—using you.”

“yes!” she cried, voice cracked, hips trembling. “i love it! use me, use my body, please—”

you bit her neck. marked her. and she moaned louder.

the whole office could’ve heard her, if the door weren’t locked and the blinds weren’t drawn.

your free hand slid down her stomach. slow. down to where she was leaking onto the desk.

you hadn’t even touched her there yet. she was already soaked.

“gonna cum without permission?” you asked, grinning against her flushed skin.

grell whimpered. legs shaking.

“n-no… not unless you—unless you let me—”

you shoved her back. one deep thrust.

and wrapped a black tie around her mouth.

“then stay quiet,” you growled. “and beg with your eyes.”

she obeyed.

eyes wide. wet. trembling.

every part of her body begging for it.

and you gave it to her.

harder. deeper. crueler.

until all she could do was sob and scream around the tie, hands gripping the desk like she’d fall apart without it.

your red slut. ♡ beautiful. ruined. exactly where she wanted to be.

[niilue]

— soft boy, messy pants, sub!bob reynolds —

cw: sub!bob reynolds, fem!dom reader, shy bob, first french kiss, grinding/masturbation through clothes, cockwarming through fabric, orgasm denial (brief), handjob, praise kink, soft domming

a/n; first time writing anything marvel and ever since i saw thunderbolts pretty bob he hasn’t left my mind… like the softest sub ever pls 😩💗

bob reynolds no knew how to handle you when you got too close—not really. not when you touched his arm during casual conversation, not when you looked at him like you knew, and especially not when you leaned in one evening with that lazy, predatory smile and kissed him like he was yours to unravel.

he stiffened at first, lips soft and hesitant under yours. you could feel the restraint in him—like he was trying not to breathe too deep, not to do anything that would fuck it up. but when your tongue brushed against the seam of his lips, he gasped—just enough—and you took it.

a slick, wet kiss. tongues sliding together. your hand in his hair. his whole body shivering under it like it was too much.

“mmh—ah…” he whimpered into your mouth, completely overwhelmed. he wasn’t used to this—not the heat of a real kiss, not the way you kissed him like you owned the air he breathed. when you finally pulled back, he was flushed, panting, eyes wide and glossy, a string of spit still connecting your lips to his.

you looked down—he was hard. painfully hard. straining beneath those soft grey sweatpants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. you didn’t even try to hide your smirk.

“baby…” you cooed, hand trailing down his stomach, fingertips brushing just above the waistband. “you get this worked up from one kiss?”

he let out a broken breath. “i… i-i don’t—mmnh—”

you slid your hand down, cupping him through the fabric, and he moaned, thighs tensing beneath you. the way his cock twitched under your palm, the way it leaked through the material, made your mouth water. big. thick.

“you poor thing,” you murmured, palming him slowly. “no one’s touched you like this, huh?”

his head tipped back against the couch, lips parted, lashes fluttering. he nodded, helpless. your hand moved faster, the heat of his cock soaking through the cotton.

“just from a kiss and a little rubbing, and you’re already like this…”

“i-i can’t—i’m gonna—” he sobbed softly, hips twitching.

you leaned in close, your voice right at his ear. “cum in those cute pants for me, bob. make a mess, baby.”

and he did.

he gasped, body convulsing, his cock jerking under your hand as hot, wet release spilled into the fabric—sticky and visible, his sweatpants darkening at the crotch as he cried out your name. trembling, ruined, soaked in his own cum, breathing like he’d just flown to the edge of space and back.

you kissed him again—slower this time—and whispered against his lips,

“good boy.”

[niilue]

This is my first ever request! But how about secretly perverted higuruma? I imagine him being a regular office worker or attorney who's decently good at his job, and seemingly calm and collected at work, but he's secretly obsessed with his female superior. Like he dreams of her degrading him in her office after hours as she steps on his pathetic hard on. Him begging and crying for her mercy. That'd be cute 🎀

—hiromi higuruma • jujutsu kaisen

cw: sub!higuruma, dom!fem reader, office setting, power imbalance, degradation, footplay / stepping, crying kink, humiliation kink, higuruma begging, dubiously sane behavior

a/n; i’d never written anything about higuruma before, this was funn!!

he was already hard when you walked into the office.

you didn’t notice at first—your heels clicking across the tile, papers in your hand, expression sharp—but he did.

he noticed everything

the scent of your perfume.

the subtle movement of your skirt.

the slight frown on your face when you saw he was still here.

“you’re still working?” you asked, uninterested.

“ah—yes,” he replied, pushing his knees closer together under the desk. “just finishing a few things.”

his voice was calm. steady.

but inside?

he was screaming.

you walked behind him. didn’t even stop.

but your heels echoed in his head like a countdown.

he was already half-choking on the image: you catching him jerking off under the desk like a fucking pervert. dragging him to the floor. putting your heel on his cock and asking, “this is what you needed?”

and then—

you did stop.

right behind him.

“stand up,” you said. tone cold. unreadable.

“w-what…?”

you turned, slowly. “you’ve been staring at me for weeks. practically drooling. you think i don’t notice when a dog’s in heat?”

his face burned.

he stood up.

his hard-on was very visible now.

you looked down at it.

then at him.

“…pathetic.”

he whimpered.

and then—before he could even ask—your foot pressed against his cock.

firm. cruel.

he shuddered.

“get on the floor, higuruma.”

“yes—yes, ma’am—”

he dropped like a man praying.

on his knees. flushed. cock twitching.

“beg.”

“please… please step on me. use me. i’m disgusting. i can’t stop thinking about you, i—i need you to humiliate me, please—”

your heel pressed down harder.

he sobbed.

but he never moved away.

[niilue]

I needddd more headcannons for sub orv characters! Or maybe fairy tail?

Also I ADORE your works!

sub kim dokja — sub analysis

— type of sub: manipulative in theory, desperate in practice. a mix of emotionally needy service sub + silent strategist who secretly craves being broken slowly.

• he likes to pretend he’s in control… because deep down, he needs to be ruined. he submits emotionally before he submits physically. he studies you, memorizes your reactions—and then offers himself exactly where it’ll hurt the most.

• he won’t say he’s falling apart for you. he won’t beg with words. but he’ll tremble. he’ll whimper when he thinks no one’s listening. he’ll let you bite into his neck, mark his chest, use him until his pride is nothing but a wet mess between his legs.

• he loves being dominated with calm authority.

you tell him: “you’re going to stay still.” “you’re going to obey me.”“you’re mine. understood?” and he just nods. silent. eyes shining.

• kinks: power play, praise kink (denies it), orgasm denial, verbal submission, bondage, collars, forced to watch you while he’s tied up.

• if you tie him to a chair and sit on his lap, teasing him with soft touches and nothing more—he crumbles.

he’ll look up at you, eyes glassy, hard and dripping, unable to do anything about it.

• you say, “if you want to cum, ask for it.” and he says: “please.”“please, let me.”

sub yoo joonghyuk — sub analysis

— type of sub: defiant. silent. tense. wants to resist but his body always betrays him. a mix of brat-breaker energy + physical submission only.

• he doesn’t want to submit. he doesn’t want to give you the power. but the moment you grab him by the nape, push him down, or give a direct order… his breath shifts. his thighs tense. he hates you a little. but he still gets so fucking wet.

• you drop him to his knees. he glares up at you. you stroke his cheek.“you want me to fuck you like a dog?”and even if he doesn’t say yes…he stays exactly where you put him.

• he struggles to say what he feels. he’d rather grunt, scowl, clench his jaw while you fuck him deep and hard—until the only thing left in his mouth is your name.

• kinks: rough domination, semi-forced obedience, primal sex, physical control, hair-pulling, overstimulation, losing control through his body, not his words.

• you grab his hair, slam him down on the bed—and he doesn’t move. because he knows he belongs to someone stronger.

• you say: “you like it like this, don’t you?” and all he does is groan. once. loud. hips grinding into yours as the only answer.

• when he cums, he doesn’t warn you. doesn’t ask. he just shakes. back arched, mouth open, voice cracking—his eyes too glazed over to open.

a/n: i love these characters and it’s so true they need more sub content 😏 and thank you for liking my stuff <33

[ribrianna]

when he talks back. You fuck his throat 💋. You can’t talk when your mouth is full sweetheart