#sub!sanemi

[redr0sewrites]

Sub!Sanemi Thirst<3

🥀Cw: smut, dry humping, overstimulation, cursing, rough dom reader, sub space, begging

🥀 minors dni

Sanemi is such a whiner. He's all bark and no bite, he acts so strong and untouchable yet crumbles at the slightest grind of your hips against his! sanemi acts so mean, he truly thinks hes in charge at all times- that is, until your fucking him senseless. its almost pathetic, hes cursing you out with tears in his eyes yet hes taking your cock so well, sucking you in like hes addicted to you- and truly, he is.

Gag him, tie him down, slap him, bite him, ruin him. He needs it fast and rough and hard, and he needs it to hurt. Sanemi is never satisfied unless he has an assortment of marks to show off the next day, bite marks and scratches littering his chest alongside the scars he wears so proudly.

praise him, degrade him, it doesnt matter to sanemi. he just needs to hear you, to feel you, he just needs you. whether your overstimulating him until hes a babbling mess, screaming your name like a prayer, or whether your edging him until his voice is cracking and hes almost- almost- begging you to fuck him, sanemi needs you to talk him through it every step of the way.

dont treat him like glass, he can take anything you give him. push him to the ground, step on his dick and only let him get off by grinding against your shoe. it's humiliating, he'll fight it at first but the sight of the oh so strong wind pillar humping your shoe like a bitch in heat is always worth the complaints he will throw at you. and believe me, he will complain. sanemi will bitch and curse and shout at you, yet the second you gag him and grab his neck roughly hes putty in your hands.

i think sanemis head gets really hazy during sex very easily, hes the type to enter subspace pretty quickly. the more confusing and overstimulating you make it for him, the more blissed out he becomes. treat him harshly, fuck him rough until hes practically sobbing but sing the sweetest praises to him until hes babbling in confusion. he barely knows what he wants, his brain is just so fuzzy, he cant even think :( or, if you prefer, you can treat him sweetly, fuck him slow and soft and press little kisses to his scars while you worship his body until hes feeling hazy, then start spitting out the cruelest words. call him your whore, your slut, your bitch in heat, anything and everything that comes to mind. he can't determine the difference between pain and pleasure anymore, and in either case will turn into a helpless needy whore from the stark contrast of your words and actions.

"f-fuck you!" sanemi spat at you, trying to squirm away as you snickered. he didnt get far before your foot returned to his crotch, pressing down roughly against the bulge in his pants. "imagine what the others would think if they saw you right now," you smirked, looking down at him as you spoke. sanemi's eyes squeezed shut at your words, and his hips bucked up instinctively against the toe of your boot as you applied pressure to his clothed dick. "oh? do you want them to see you? who knew, the mighty wind pillar is such a whore. grinding like a bitch in heat against my shoe." you sneered, moving your foot to press a little higher and sanemi whimpered. "ngh- shit" sanemi gasped out, hands clawing at the carpet as he desperately chased the friction you were supplying. you paused at the sound, looking down at his flushed face. his bare chest was heaving, and his hair was ruffled as he looked up at you, eyes already glazing over in pleasure. the eye contact made his cock twitch, and you began to move your foot ever so slightly. sanemi let out a choked moan, throwing his head back and bucking his hips again to grind against your shoe. "awww, your doing so good for me baby~ such a good boy, getting off like a little whore on my boot for me. your so pretty baby, such a needy little thing!" sanemi let out a sob at your words, his whole body tensing as the grinding of his hips grew more sporadic as his orgasm approached. he was humping your foot desperately, tears forming on his lashline as need began to ivercome his dignity. "fuck fuck fuck fu-unhhggh" he moaned desperately, the pleasure clouding his mind and making him feel all floaty. he could feel his release about to form, yet at the last second you pulled away. why were you being so mean? sanemi let out a soft sob at the loss of contact, and you cooed, moving to straddle him as you wiped tears from his face. his head was so hazy, he couldn't think straigh, not with the feeling of you pressing against his painfully hard cock. sanemi's hips jolted upright, dry humping you as he grinded desperately, begging for release. you smirked yet again, pinning his hips down and forcing his movements to a stop. fuck, you couldn't wait to ruin him

BARK BARK BARK I NEED HIM SO BAD IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH SHAKING THE BARS OF MY CAGEEE URGHRHH THIS MANNNNNN

[vampcubus]

Okay. So. Sanemi's not one that likes to relinquish control, like at all. The vulnerability is a bit too offputting, he likes control, but with a little manhandling (in more ways than one) he becomes more pliant under his lovers hands. He would hate admitting he even likes being disciplined too, he'd never willingly admit to enjoy having his ass and thighs struck in warning when he starts getting defiant, barking out swears until he has a gag shoved in his mouth. How to make him melt? "Why can't you just be good to me, pretty boy? Are you really above being ridden into next evening?" He wants that, he loves being used like that. How to shut him up? Ball gags, or face sitting. Use the latter as a reward he always gets off on you sitting on his face.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, bratty!sub!sanemi, fem!dom!reader, gagging, brat taming, facesitting, oral (f!receiving), light master kink, rambly, not proofread.

I wholeheartedly agree!! It feels jarring to have control swept out from under him, and he inevitably protests the idea, baring his teeth at you. But when commands don't suffice, you switch tactics, manhandling him the way you want him instead of bothering to ask him nicely or bark out orders. His face burns with humiliation at how his cock swells when you pin him down and have your way with him, sticking your fingers or makeshift gags between his teeth when he snarls.

In truth, he likes to be used like a toy. Even as he hisses curses and hurls insults, calling you names as if he doesn't like it, he doesn't resist your touches. His traitorous body arches into every graze of your fingertips over his scarred flesh, practically tossing his hips into your hand as it envelops his thick cock, pumping him too slow to reach orgasm but too fast to relax.

It's really quite cute the way his body jerks and seeks out your searing touches, even when his poor dick is red and overstimulated, head nearly purpling as you wrench orgasm after orgasm from him.

If he gets too mouthy for your taste, feel free to take a seat on his face and watch his eyes roll back. His tongue seeks out your cunt without urging, sliding between your puffy folds to lap at your sweet juices. And the way he groans against your pussy when you grind against his tongue, clenching your fingers in his hair and guiding his face how you want it... his hands almost always claw at your thighs, not to push you away, but to tug you impossibly closer.

He'll whine and growl that he wants your whole weight on his face, "You said you were gonna take a fucking seat, so do that. I can take it... so, please." And you can only grin through the fog of pleasure, tilting your head to the side at his spacey expression.

"Oh yeah? Want me to use your mouth like a whore, huh?" you drawled, and he shudders, fingernails digging into the meat of your thighs. It's a clear 'fuck yes', but you want to hear him say it anyways, only fluttering your lashes all innocently when his lavender hues plead with your own, pretending not to understand. "Say it, 'nemi. Say you want me to use your mouth."

"I hate you- fuck! Use my mouth, please!" he forces out, drool practically pooling down his chin when you lift your hips out of reach. "Come back, shit- I'm sorry. Use my tongue to cum, master. Please."

[kakushino]

I have written for him before! And while I love dom Sanemi, I do think of him as a switch and the poor bastard does need to have the reigns ripped from him. You will have to work for it with him too, he's a major brat. Crack! "Mmgh! Mmph! Hhmmgh!" Sanemi was struggling to speak through the cloth gag you tied around his head, a look of defiance in those amethyst hues of his, a red mark from the riding crop prevalent on his ass. You stood over him, clad in that pretty lingerie set he liked that just so happened to be shaded the same green as the nichirin blade he bears, your hands on your hips. "Stop trying to talk and just behave." You hissed, looking down at your lover. Sanemi had come home earlier that evening, fuming, yelling about how he needed a break, so, being the dutiful lover you were, you offered to help him relax. He never turns you down so he was somewhat compliant when you tied him up, but then he began his usual tirade, shouting about needing to direct you and how you didn't know what you were doing. Considering he had a favorite toy for your strap, you doubted those statements. Sometimes, you wondered if he acted bratty on purpose because of how often you've had to gag him when you were in charge. You had him on his stomach and knees, presenting so prettily to you. You struck him with the crop again, a yelp leaving him. "You asked for a break here, and now you're being so bratty. How annoying." You hissed, manhandling the man onto his back, eyes glaring into your own. "You're lucky you've got a good cock, darling." Sanemi flushed red under your praises but struggled all the same, being struck with the crop again and letting out a squeal at the rough treatment, his cock twitching after the action. He always loved that you weren't afraid to discipline him, not that he'd ever admit it. It drove him wild. He saw the look in your eyes as you stared down at him and felt a chill go up and down his spine. "Mmmph." He tried to speak, the gag getting in the way. You glared and he shrank under your gaze. He was technically getting what he wanted now. "Be a good boy and I'll sit on your face." You spoke bluntly, Sanemi's eyes lit up at the notion. You knew him too well. He loved when you let him eat you out like that, it was the perfect in his eyes for a reward. Sanemi swore on his own life that he could be in between your legs for hours. He was going to earn that reward if it was the last thing he did. He'll be more than just a good noy for you. -🍶

What an ask to wake up to-

Gosh hecking damn ❤️👄❤️ you are really good at these thirsts- I'M THIRSTY NOW AND I JUST WOKE UP LIKE??? FFHBDHCBSJ