Hello, glad to see the requests open again, I hope I make the cut! Could you write about the mukami and tsukinami brothers with a reader that likes to dress them up in feminine stuff, please? I think you already did one but with the sakamaki
Thanks in advance as always!!
Ruki
Despite doing his absolute best to remain dignified throughout the ordeal, merely going along with your whims to amuse you, Ruki is very obviously very embarrassed by the whole scenario. He feels like he looks ridiculous already (lace and frills and pretty things are not what a powerful vampire should be wearing!), and being fawned over by you only makes it worse. If he ever ends up aroused during a dress-up session, his ego would never recover.
Kou
The clothing itself is less of a problem than the potential consequences if evidence of what he's doing ever slipped out— that, and the flashbacks. Being made to feel pretty and helpless and small drags Kou's head back to some very bad times, so dressing up for you teeters on the narrow line between "exciting" and "going to give him a panic attack". You have to pay careful attention in case arousal starts to shift into dissociative terror.
Yuuma
It feels... stupid, frankly, to dress his huge, strong body up in such frilly, fragile things. He can't possibly look good like this— and yet, you certainly seem to like it... Yuuma hovers somewhere between frustratedly embarrassed over the clothes you keep insisting on seeing him in, and sort of, maybe seeing your point about why you think it's so hot. There's a jarring contrast between his body and the clothes, and... nope! He refuses to think about that!
Azusa
As usual, he's oddly compliant. Azusa doesn't have much of a sense of dignity, in general, and he's far more concerned with making you happy than with whatever the potential cost of achieving that is. He's not exactly into the clothing on its own, but since you so obviously enjoy seeing him dressed up, he'll eventually start finding it arousing by association alone. And with his slender figure and delicate face, he looks almost unfairly good all prettied up~
Carla
He can… somewhat appreciate the artistry in the clothing you choose for him, but that doesn’t make it any easier to endure being put in short skirts and silky, lacy cloth as a spectacle for you to enjoy. Carla wouldn’t want to be seen by anyone like this, so all of your fussing over how pretty he looks just drives the humiliation in harder. You have a king at your mercy, in this state, and he prays no one ever finds out that he keeps letting it happen.
Shin
He hates it (or so he claims). Every dress-up session requires similar persistence and coaxing as giving an uncooperative dog a bath. Shin is violently embarrassed about the whole situation— and of course, he communicates that by being as grouchy, snappy, and irritable as possible. If you try to stop, however, suddenly his pride is on the line in a very different way. A First Blood doesn’t back down so easily, got it?!
some of my ideas for sevika x reader (my self-insert oc marin) fics:
-continuing the crossfit au: workout session together, steamy locker room shower sex after a workout, sevika treating marin to a nice homemade meal, marin making enough progress to join the main class again.
-24/7 sub au: marin starts working as a bartender at the last drop and worms their way into sevika's good graces. they start a fwb relationship and sevika decides she needs a companion again. she invites marin to be her live-in, 24/7 submissive. i want to explore writing some more high-protocol bdsm dynamics. not sure if this will be most pwp or if i will get into angst/plot/the realities of what i think of 24/7 d/s dynamics and how i think sevika would really act in a relationship like that.
-wild west au: sevika is a cowboy in a sleepy town in the old west. marin comes to town as a scientific surveyor looking to characterize the geology of the desert surrounding the town. they melt sevika's stony exterior with their geekiness and enthusiasm. i would have to brush up on my geology knowledge to make it believable and accurate.
-obligatory sevika x reader brothel au.
-engineer au: sevika decides that silco/jinx's replacements for her arm aren't quite cutting it and seeks out marin the engineer for an upgrade. i would love to write this since i'm fascinated by sevika's arm and prosthetics in general but i'm not a mechanical engineer myself and would have no idea how to write it realistically.
-barista au: drawing on my past experiences as a barista. i envision marin as being quiet and bad-tempered, hiding behind the espresso machine, hating interacting with customers, but sevika is a terrible flirt and becomes marin's favorite customer. lots of fluff. i fucking love barista aus and always have ideas for them in whatever fandom i get into.
-bunch of stand-alone in-universe fics: sevika saving marin from various Situations (kidnapping, harassment, street fight, being drugged, enforcers, etc), or evil sevika putting marin in the Situations, some with established relationship and some where they're strangers to each other, silco commissioning marin the computer scientist to do some hacking work and sevika having to supervise the job, marin being a guest at the last drop and catching sevika's attention. lots of smut ofc.
for in-universe fics i definitely need to finish watching the series first in order to get a better understanding of the characters and how things work.
I recently found one of the old sub-AUs called King of the Fae AU, and may have obsessed a little over the design.
This was my first go at it, I forgot to add his wings his wings are under his robes. I realized too late that he probably doesn’t have golden antlers, but I like them too much to change it.
I don’t draw bug wings often (ever) so they’re definitely not anatomically correct, especially the top and bottom wings being so far apart (he’s got to have buttwings somehow right?)
Lepus and Jupiter are also a part of it now, but now they’re just some forest critters that Alcor took a particular liking to.
I of course had to find a way to make Judgement Day compatible with KotFAU, so Jan is now an explorer/ex healer searching for remedies in the Gravity Falls forest.
Dratchrod where rodimus is secretly a sub but he pretends to be a dom with the two. They see little signs like him heating up when they touch his lower back, he doesn’t act like a hard dom or soft dom and the biggest one he doesn’t cum. Ever.
He makes up a reason that they believe at first until they see him when he’s not with the two and realize, “oh…he’s not a dom.”
He pretended to be a dom because he wanted to be with them. They gave off the impression they didn’t like or want a sub so he pretended to be a dom.
They see how comfortable he is with his submissive nature and now they want that.
They like switching but they never would turn Roddy away for only liking subbing
He re read the message multiple times feeling his tanks drop. Stumbling into the bathroom he threw up. Hands shaking as he tried to calm himself.
"Calm down. It will be fine. You're going to frag this all up and then they'll never invite you back."
He pushed himself up. Trying to control the shaking in his body. It was fine. He liked it. He liked being in control.
He needed to just push through and stop acting like a sparkling.
He quickly responded before he could panic and back out. He washed his mouth and looked at himself in a mirror.
"You can do this."
After making sure his paint was perfect he walked over. He didn't even have to knock on the door before it was opening and he was being led inside.
"You look good."
Drift smiled and Ratchet handed him some energon which he pretended to drink. Too nervous to eat anything.
They led him to their bedroom, where he did what they wanted. It didn't feel very good but he must have been doing something right because Ratchet and Drift seemed to enjoy it.
Afterwards he felt exhausted and wanted to go home. Ratchet gently rubbed his back and he shivered feeling his body heat up at the touch.
"Why don't you stay the night?"
His spark spinned rapidly in his chest. He wanted to stay with them. But he was worried they'd want to interface in the morning and he didn't want to do it so soon.
"No, I have an early shift and I don't want to wake you two when he I get up."
"Nonsense. I'm always awake early. You won't bother us."
Panicking he scooted towards the exit feeling as though he was going to be sick again and not wanting to throw up in front of them.
"I need to go home. I have reports to do and other things."
He quickly left. Ignoring the way his body shook. Going to his room he stumbled into the bathroom and threw up.
Laying against the wall. He thought about going to bed but he was still horny from Ratchet touching him.
He played with his modesty panel. Planning on making himself overload when memories flashed before his mind of that night. He stopped himself, squirming in discomfort. He couldn't do it by himself. He needed someone to distract him.
Going to Swerves. He downed an entire drink before searching for someone which was easy.
They didn't even make it to his room before the two were fragging against a deserted hallway. He moaned coming for the first time in what felt like forever.
This was the first time he's had his valve fragged. Since he started hooking up with Ratchet and Drift and he didn't realize how much he missed it.
The next day he was hanging out with Drift for their usual spar.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What?"
Drift gave him a confused look.
"You seem distracted today. You would probably say something about your aura being all messed up."
"I had a hard time meditating this morning."
"What happened did you get in a fight with Ratchet?"
He gave his friend a concerned look. The two of them had stopped sparing and he went to sit down, when Drift said something that made him freeze.
"Do you enjoy interfacing with us?"
"What?"
He gave him a nervous look.
"Of course I do."
Drift sighed.
"You never seem to enjoy it. At first I thought you were nervous, but it always felt like you were forcing yourself to interfere with us."
"That's not true."
He argued. Spark spinning rapidly in his chest.
"You've never once overloaded."
"Of course I have."
He again argued. Ignoring the way his hands shook with fear his, secret would get out.
"Really? Ratchets the best medic on Cybertron. You think he wouldn't notice we never have to clean up transfluid after you've fragged us."
He shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Of course I enjoy it. I love interfacing especially with you two."
"It feels like you're just stumbling through the motions and sometimes it feels like you're not even there. You also never want to stay over always finding an excuse to leave. You practically run out the door the first chance you get."
"I'm busy. I can't always stay."
Drift started to look frustrated.
"What is wrong with you? Every time we interface it's like having sex with a doll. It feels uncomfortable. Like we're assaulting you or something. Why are you hurting yourself and using us to do it?"
He burst into tears unable to stop himself. Drifts finials lowered when he realized what he said.
"Roddy I'm--"
It was already too late. Rodimus ran out of the room crying. Thinking he messed everything up by not being good enough and now Ratchet and Drift wanted nothing to do with him. All because he couldn't be what they wanted.
𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
asmo doesn't feel like himself and starts to question his worth. you make sure he knows he's loved
Time barely felt like it was passing once Asmo laid his head on your plush thighs. You laid comfortably against your bed and the hanging lamps in your room provided nice ambient lighting to easily fall asleep to.
It was an early evening back in your room and with nothing to do, you began to read the current headlines at R.A.D’s announcement forums.
You ran your fingers through his strawberry-blonde locks, letting yourself knead at his soft scalp, which earned you a whine. It was an understatement to say he wasn’t needy. In fact, you’re surprised that he hasn’t surpassed Mammon’s title when it comes to affection.
Suddenly, Asmo rubs his hands on your outer thighs and bats his pretty eyelashes to get your attention. “...Hey, I don’t mean to get all serious on you, but…” He pauses abruptly and gulps deep. This is the first time you’ve heard him sounding weirdly close to being… vulnerable.
You let a few seconds hang in the air. Forcing him to spit his words out won’t do any good. Instead, you continue to play with his hair and give him a patient look that can only be described as ‘Take Your Time, I’m Not Going Anywhere.’ Asmo lets his mouth hang open, before closing it again.
He hesitates one more time before he finally pops out the question. “Do you love me, or do you love the pleasure I bring you?”
“Of course I love you.” Your laugh cushions the tense air. “If our relationship was based around just sex, I doubt we’re able to have this conversation in the first place.” Caressing Asmo’s soft cheeks to further your point, it made you wonder if Asmo thought all this time that his value was centered around the use of his body.
His half-lidded eyes looked up at yours and as if reading your mind, he began to speak again.
“Over the years, humans can’t really differentiate what their hearts desire versus. what their bodies yearn for. People think the two are interchangeable, but the feeling is completely different.” He perked himself higher using his hands then wrapped his body around yours. Asmo gently started to suckle on the crook of your neck and his slow breath tickled your sensitive skin.
“It’s weirder if you look at it from another perspective.” You steady your breath before continuing. “The heart lets the body move, yet the body is reliant on how the heart feels. You can’t have an absence of neither or else nothing makes sense.”
“Look at you go! Are you planning on snatching away my title?” Asmo teased with his usual sing-song voice. It’s good to know that you’ve assured your pretty prince.
“Your heart’s mine, Asmo. As long as I have you in my arms, no title or position will matter as much as you do.” Was it cheesier than four-kind-cheese pasta to say out loud? Absolutely. But with Asmo being a demon, there’s no doubt about it - He knows that it was your heart speaking those giddy words and what’s sappier than the human heart?
“Awww! Shucks, you’re really generous with the praise today huh?” Asmo sneaked a feather-light kiss under your ear and his lips linger far longer than both of you expected. Even though he didn’t ask for permission, you’ll let this slide, for now.
He really knew how to string up your heartstrings. Delicately taking hold of Asmo’s face to turn towards you, you glided your thumb over his eyes and closed them. Instead of a verbal remark to counter his playful words, you placed a tender kiss on his eyelids. “Only for you, love.”
Sub laito getting pegged pls i need this in my life🙏🙏
be warned! mature/nsfw/explicit content below cut 🔞
your wish is my command 🧞♂️ there’s something special at the end <33 idk if you wanted a headcanon or a scenario so I went with a scenario
“Nfufu~ You have that earnest look in your eye,” His body shifts its weight and transitions it from his knees to his heaving chest, creating a harsh dip on the tousled bed. “Do I look pretty like this, hm?” The man’s head faces the bed sheet rather than you, his sing-songy tone falls flat and you assume that Laito has caught on. With how conscious he is of every action that’s produced by his sprawling body, you’re sure that he has.
The strap-on had been coated with heaps of unscented lube. Being overly careful was better than being sparse. Once it was equipped, you took a moment to admire the size between your legs. You could’ve sworn it looked smaller when you held it.
Laito swung his head back, wondering why silence abruptly filled the room. As soon as his irises hit the dildo strapped to you, a nervous-airy chuckle broke the still air. “I’m a good boy and good boys get rewarded, right~?” Taut legs spread themselves apart further, luring you to be between them. He rests on his back, letting you fully view his exposed and glistening body.
Positioning the toy in front of his hole, you press a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead, nestling your hands to move his bangs out of the way, “Good boys also know their limit. I want to hear you, and that doesn’t just mean you moaning my ears off.” Even though you both weren’t strangers when it came to making his voice hoarse, you never failed to acknowledge that you trusted him as much as he did to you.
So now, you were going to show your loving gratitude.
Your lips close the unfair distance that hovered and with it, a whimper welcomed you with open legs. He melts like putty in your soft touch and caress, ready to bend and break for your enjoyment. Foreign plastic inches inside as your hips begin to move on their own, growing tired that your swollen lips were getting all the attention. Laito’s body jolts upwards and the bedsheet’s dimples grow deep.
“Y-Yes..!” You hold him by his dark sienna locks to keep him stable and push yourself deeper to punish your precious hedonist. “You l-love fucking m-me, don’t you?” To answer the distraction question posed, a steady rhythm went in and out of the man, your answer bearing itself. His hands grasp for the sheets, but you guide them to your hips.
“Agnh!” Sweat dribbles along the lines of his abdomen. As your hips pleasure his inner walls, decaying any last shred of dignity and image preservation the man had, you felt his swollen, erect cock prodding your stomach. The utterly humiliating sin not only carried itself through the man, but it stained your shirt, leaving smears of gooey shame.
“Look at what you do to m-me…” Words leave his mouth in the form of quiet whispers, clinging onto pride that the man stubbornly holds; as if loudly admitting that draining him was way too flustering, even for him. Half-lidded irises tempt you to show what else you can do to make him scream.
Your pace slowed, opting to pound deeper than go faster. Your arms hook around his knees while his arms lock to your waist tighter than before. Slaps of wet skin against the strap-on muffled rationale and morale, but god did it sound good.
“I n-need you-!” Laito pulls your head to the crook of his face, letting you hear desperation in its finest. “O-Only you… Y-You…” The man was a broken record that called out for you.
Airy groans pierce the electrifying air. “Please! I-I need..!” You, you, nothing better than you, nothing less than you, nothing but you.
Sticky precum threatened to leak. The sensation was becoming more and more obvious as your hips rolled into his warm flesh. Your fingers brush against his hard stomach, feeling the toy pump in and out of him. Laito grunts when your gazes meet, clenching around the strap-on as you slam into him harder.
“You’re doing so well, my dearest.” Your comment earned a breathless moan and Laito’s mouth slacks loose with each thrust you pummel into him. His body relaxes and his eyes are half-closed, foggy with insatiable pleasure. You’re sure that with how powerful vampiric hearing is, at least one of the brothers has caught onto the mischief you both indulged in.
You press a line of soft kisses from his forehead to his neck, each one so delicate that it could’ve been mistaken as porcelain.
Soft moans contrast the harsh pounding before Laito’s incoherent whimpers finally turn into a sentence that you can understand, “-cum, I need to cum-”
“That’s not how we politely ask for things.” The tease sends goosebumps down the man’s body and with it comes more precum aching to be spilled.
After all this time, he faces you to retort back, his face glowing bright with a rosy tint, “H-Hey- That’s unfair-!”
“But you like it. Now, how do we ask for things nicely, Laito?”
A defeated sigh left his lungs, mouthing your utter victory. “P-Please, I need to cum badly-”, Laito whined.
His long, dark lashes batted hunter-green irises, pleading for you to be sweet enough to not ignore him for another second. How could you not pay attention when his body yearns for gentle touches he never knew he needed? Or rather, craved.
Your thrusts fastened and you held his head to face yours, not giving him a chance to look away from the slut he’s transformed. A string of saliva connects you both tenderly, other than the strap-on fucking him into oblivion. “-God you’re s-so…” Laito talks through the kiss, the tips of his ears the same hue as his cock.
Your thrusts slowed, ultimately coming to an end. Disappointment and worry cover Laito’s face in a chokehold as his face contorts into a genuine pout. You change the angle of your position, angling downwards for what you have in mind. As you begin to move again, you feel it - the toy grazing Laito’s rectum. You thrust downwards and-
“...Are you oka- Aghhh!” The tip of the dildo hit Laito’s fleshy prostate, making him scream his voice out. His eyes roll back and show nothing but white. Now you’re sure that everyone heard him. You continue to thrust into that area, doing your best to keep the rhythm and intensity. Hard and slow; you’re fucking him the way he deserves it, lovingly.
Laito holds you like a lifeline as stringy lines of cum coat the bed and his tensing abdomen, his awaited orgasm coming prematurely. You feel his sweaty body contract and stiffen in his mind-breaking euphoria. His hands clung to your clothes, leaving whispers of love and promises of making you feel the same way he did.
“-My, my… T-That was…” Laito struggles to find words. In fact, you can see that his eyes are still clouded.
“-Good?” You try to find the words to help the poor man.
“...That word a-alone won’t do what you d-did justice.” You could hear faint rustling so when you turned around, it was a surprise to see that the source came from his legs shaking erratically. Laito stammers to find descriptive words. Hell, he struggles to form them.
“Well, whatever it is, you came and I enjoyed it; That’s the important part.”
His eyebrows arch at what you’ve said. Laito patted you on the back, you’re ‘reward’ for being a good sport in all this.“Sadly, it ‘ended’ too soon. I thought I could go for another five minutes, but it’s a testament to how good you make me feel~”
“Hey, it’s okay if it did. I had fun too.”
Laito seems content, closer to being glad that you didn’t mind, and since vampires can somehow sense if someone’s telling the truth, then you had nothing to worry about. “...Can we do it again?” His voice comes out as a faint whisper.
“-Let’s take a break first, okay?” With love laced into it, he had earned himself a soft peck at the tip of his nose. “Let’s make sure you’re not hurt. After that, let’s see how far your greed goes.”
i love spoiling my anons rotten
𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞
AU with some angst potential. Dipper manages to control his powers early on, and is able to successfully maintain a human appearance. When he and Mabel go home, it's difficult but they're able to maintain a facade that dipper is toootally human. It requires a lot of deals to keep him physical so much of the time, but they find a way. He still has his demonic moments, but he's able to control it enough or get away from the house to avoid giving himself away. He goes to school with Mabel, and perhaps the two of them keep it up for years even. It gets to the point where Mark and Anna start to suss out that something is off, and tell Dipper that he can tell them whatever is wrong and they will support him. He's really happy to hear this, and is preparing to reveal his secret to them. Then the biggest magic storm since the transcendence happened hits, and Mark and Anna come downstairs one night to see their son, eyes golden, teeth sharp, eating a coyote in the living room, blood everywhere.
