Kny doumas bitch.

1# SLIPKNOT, NIRVANA AND SYSTEM OF A DOWN FANN!!!

[glitchydaflower]

Heya! It's me! Kailyn!!

You wouldn't mind drawing my Kailyn(As Dyle) oc and Hourglass Dyle meeting her.

i got bored so i did this lol

they're going for a walk together hehe <3

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

(sorry for jumping into one of your posts out of nowhere like a ghost but) I was drawing my kny oc who’s a female demon and doumas (uppermoon 2) concubine, I zoned out while drawing, I zoom out

What the fuck is that.

[eustasskidagenda]

☆in a sea of fire

— ft.Alber King

king is fucking so mean. it always sounds like he's mad at you, how pathetic your human body is and how ridiculous you are when you beg him to breed you. A/N: surprise, double meal. i was spiraling, thinking about the hcs i wrote just here for king. had to write down my thoughts more properly. ☆ CW: f!reader, established relationship, begging, slight belly bulge, size kink (you're free to imagine reader size… lol), v sex, biting, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, domination, dumbification, breath play, dacryphilia, creampie/breeding denial WC: 1,9k

one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi

King’s strong hand pins your head to the pillow firmly, his cock dragging over your ass cheeks, the piercing on his thick cockhead leaving a trail of precum on your skin. His weight presses down on you, forcing an arch in your back that makes you shudder helplessly beneath him - he hasn’t even pushed in yet. 

“Pathetic. Should I ever bother fucking you? Might break that weak little cunt…” Tone dripping with raw disdain, he looks down at your frame spread flat on your stomach, judging your human form with annoyance - how puny you are compared to his Lunarian physique.  He could reduce you to ashes with his fire - flames dancing on his fingers, creating pretty patterns on your skin before disappearing in a blink.

King flattens you deeper into the mattress, crushing you down under his massive figure, his hand tangling on your hair, tightening, making sure your face is buried and you won’t dare look at him. “Please…” You beg, muffling needy moans against the tissue. 

“Please what? Please go easy on you? Please not tear you apart?” He scoffs at your pitiful plea, his hips giving a slight thrust that glides his big, pierced cock between your ass cheeks, the tip pressing against your wet cunt, making you feel the metal ring of his prince albert. 

“I can take it… please, I-” you beg again, bucking your hips. King grabs a handful of your hair roughly, lifting up your head only to embed it more firmly into the mattress to silence your ridiculous pleas. 

“Liar.” He grunts close to your ear. “You always scream and cry when I’m halfway in. The only thing you end up begging for is mercy, and you know I don’t have any.” 

He rubs his tip up and down your slit. “If you scream, I’ll shove the pillow in your mouth or just choke you,” he warns, pushing forward, stretching your cunt obscenely around his thick cockhead. The piercing is cold, rubbing against your walls. You choke on a scream into the pillow, clawing at the sheets as tears instantly spring to your eyes. King's hand tightens cruelly in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “See. You’re already screaming and I’m not even halfway,” he snarls directly into your ear through clenched teeth. “One good thrust and I could snap your spine.” 

You’re so damn tight around him, it’s unnerving. It shouldn’t be that pleasant. 

It’s wrong.

You’re wrong.

Deliciously wrong. 

“That fucking pathetic cunt… clenching around me like a vice. Struggling to take me. Pathetic body designed to be bred by weak species with small dicks.” He mocks cruelly, sliding deeper inside you, deep enough to make your whole body shift on the mattress. “Fuck…” Cursing under his breath, he pulls out slightly before slamming back, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass. His thrusts are so violent the bed frame shakes, his piercing dragging deliciously against your inner walls with each stroke. 

King is not kind.

Never.

He snaps his hips brutally as if he was mad at you, this damn weak body, this annoyingly perfect pussy squeezing him so good, so wrong. “You’re embarrassing,” he whispers, watching how you squirm, moan, coating his cock with your wetness. His fingers are tangled so tightly on your hair your scalp burns, his free hand sliding under your pinned body to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you beyond relief. 

He’s fucking you like if you were his worst enemy, his angry pace driving his cock deeper into you to punish that body way too perfect around his girth. “Fucking… cunt,” he snarls with each thrust, pulling out almost all the way and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so hard his piercing bullies your cervix. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh with the room - his hips snapping against your ass cheeks, his balls smacking against your wet cunt. 

Voice high-pitched, mind hazy, dizzy, eyes rolling back and drooling on the sheets, skin dewy with sweat, your whole body jolt under each punishing stroke - his thrusts are meant to remind you of your place.

Beneath him.

At his mercy. 

Gripping the pillow as it was your lifeline, you uncontrollably start to crawl on the mattress, overwhelmed, fucked dumb, moans reduced to incoherent wails. King watches your struggle with dark satisfaction, slamming against your cervix repeatedly. “I thought you could take it,” He grunts, keeping you pinned down and helpless. Your frame practically slides up the bed, spit strings hanging from your mouth to the pillow.

With his both hands, he presses on the small of your back, almost breaking your spine, arching you in an unnatural, sadistic angle, just to admire the jiggles of your flesh, how you clench and unclench your fists before giving up, limbs totally incoherent, jerky. 

Methodically, he pulls out until just the tip remains before slamming back in deep, his piercing brushing your cervix, bullying your sensitive walls. You don’t even know if what you’re hearing is your skin slapping against his or your brain rattling. Your arms flop uselessly beside you, toes curling. Reduced to a quivering mess, losing the control of your limbs badly, your legs kick in the air uncontrollably, splaying out to the side like a doll, before kicking the air again. You choke on your own moans so loudly King furrows his eyebrows. “Choking on my cock, chocking on your moans, chocking on your own breaths... Begging me to choke you?”

King wraps one big arm around your throat, squeezing tightly, cutting off your hair supply, using his chokehold to keep you pinned while he pounds into you. Only when you cough, he releases his grip, keeping you at the very edge of passing out. Your feet keeps jerking weakly, your eyes rolling back, your head spinning. 

You’re full.

Full of King, only King, drowning in a sea of fire, nothing else matters. 

Choking on your moans, your sobs, your cries until spots dance in your vision, crybaby tears running down your cheeks, you try to speak but only broken whines fall from your lips. “Keep crying, you know I love this.” King snarls, wiping your tears with his thumb only to lick them, savoring the salty taste. 

He’s forcing himself so deep you can’t even hear anymore, just shriek in confused pleasure twisted with pain, coating his cock with your dripping wet cunt. Breathing heavily, kicking the air, you clench around King's girth as if you were trying to hold onto something desperately, the wet sounds so loud, lewd, indecent. He keeps dragging his length in and out of your soaking wet hole, focused solely on rearranging your guts and punching against your sweet spot. 

You try to say something, but air rushes out of your lungs, incoherent sounds spilling out your mouth as you cum loudly, squirting on his cock, making a mess down your thighs and on the sheets beneath you. King doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, biting on your shoulder, his raspy breaths music to your ears as he lets go of your throat to tangle his thick fingers in your hair. “Fucking slut always squirting on my dick…” He doesn’t even slow down, pounding into your oversensitive pussy until you cum instantly from the stimulation of his piercing and how nice he’s stretching you. You sob into the pillow, savoring how nice King's chest feels against your back, his long white hair so soft like silk on your skin, his lips too delicate for the obscenity he’s whispering to your ear. “Squeezing around me like you won’t let me go. Milking me like a pathetic slut…” 

Despite the foggy state of your mind, you babble. “Inside me…” 

“What was that?” He mutters, dragging his piercing with each stroke, his balls smacking against your pussy. A slight, wicked grin curls his lips as he listens to your embarrassing begging - you’re so desperate it’s entertaining. “Want me to cum inside you?” He teases cruelly, sending waves of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. “Beg.” 

“Please… need you… i-inside m-” You stutter, unable to create elaborate sentences. Without any sympathy, King slaps your leaking cunt hard. “What was even that? Say it properly.” 

The piercing is overstimulating you, making every thrust feel like both heaven and hell. “Say it.” He spanks your ass cheek roughly. “Say you want me to breed you.” 

Eyes rolling back, vision almost blank, drooling, you scream into the pillow. “..breed me-please breed me-please” Voice wrecked, ruined, you don’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks as you keep whining like a mindless slut. 

“Louder.” King snaps again, punishing you with a mean stroke until you cry out loud, your lungs giving up. 

“Dumb slut…” He mutters, but his hips move faster, chasing his own release. “You’re really going to take all my cum deep inside you like a good girl?”

Only a muffled sound spills out of your swollen lips. King's cock twitches and pulses around you, your feet helplessly kicking the air as you feel him so close to fill you up - until he brutally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you with a gaping slippery, sloppy hole. “Pathetic. You really thought I would breed a human body?” He spits on your cunt, slapping his fat cockhead against your slit. “You’re not worthy.” He leaves you empty and dripping, watching your pussy with a confused mix of disdain and fascination. 

You were so warm and tight around him. 

Fucking unnerving. 

His gaze linger on your exhausted form trembling crazily, his fist pumping his cock. “You can’t even control your muscles,” he scoffs, shifting his massive frame to kneel beside your head. With one hand, he turns your face to a side to expose your flushed cheek. “Eyes closed.” He snarls, not even allowing you to see his face, your lashes fluttering close under his command. 

His piercing glints under the dim light. “Open your mouth,” he adds abruptly - not for a  kiss, only for you to swallow his cum. You won’t waste a single drop. Thick, hot ropes of seed splatters across your cheeks and down your mouth. It splashes messily, dripping into the corner of your mouth and onto your tongue. He keeps pumping his cum until your cheek is coated with white, sticky seed. King milks himself dry, smearing his seed on your swollen lips with his tip, watching how you stupidly lick him clean, swallowing every single drop you manage to get. “Look at you swallowing like a slut… It won’t breed you, you know? This fucking cunt is not worthy of my offspring.”

Slowly, King let go of you, looking down at your shuddering body - sloppy cunt, face covered with his seed, sweat and goosebumps covering your skin.

He tangles his fingers into your hair one last time, biting on your shoulder. “Your little cunt… is the best I ever fucked. And I hate that. I hate how good you look, even covered with my seed.” He mutters under his breath, almost too low to hear as he watches your back covered in hickeys and bite marks, your thighs sticky, your legs twitching weakly, bruises on your hip and ass cheeks. “You’re so pathetic compared to me…” 

Despite calling, you weak, pathetic and embarrassing all the time, his words almost sound like praises, at least in his language. “… yet you’re taking me so nicely. But don’t get any ideas, I still think you’re fucking weak. You just have a nice pussy.” He pauses, almost tenderly pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his huge, black wings covering your naked frame in a warm embrace. “And I hate you.” 

Sweet litotes. 

Four words - one lie.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ please, reblog, like, comment if you like my work.

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[yourprecouicetomebitch]

never takes a break on insulting doesn’t he 💔

[the-devils-keeper-deactivated20]

replace one word of your url with bitch

[thetyrannytranny]

Thetyrannybitch is kinda catchy

[drudg30n]

mine woulf be bitch. just bitch

[simonsays-begaydocrime]

idk if i would do bitchsays-begaydocrime, simonsays-bebitchdocrine, or simonsays-begaydobitch(es?)

kinda like them all

[idontexist734]

bitchdontexist734 is fun

[sell-my-soul]

sell-my-bitch

[heartattackinblackdye]

bitchattackinblackdye… i kind of like it

[novalunarabem]

novalunabitch (it works bc of how we made “lunarabem” trust)

If people don’t agree that it works, then just novabitch

[i-am-basement]

I-am-bitch

Makes sense

Open tags

[one-and-only-dandeo]

one-and-only-bitch

lolz

[wouldntyouliketoknowweatherboy99]

wouldntyouliketoknowbitchboy99

Ok I love that

Open tagsss :P

[flicksuniverse]

uuhhh flicksbitch…

i dont know what to say about that i feel like im ina toxic relationship wiht my witch gf

@mothmans-annoying-cousin @moony-buckets @samrusselcertifiedadorbs

[moony-buckets]

Moonysbitches

This is funny given the actual meaning of the bucket :0

@the-apartment-complexxx @simonsaysvore @froffersthegrog

[yippee-tippee]

yippee-bitch or bitch-tippee… hm… i pick yippee-bitch

Okay, im scared of both of these.😓

[otlantispearlxox]

Otlantisbitch or Bitchpearl-

…

both suck- Bitchpearl is better tho ig

if i did this w my ship acc itd either be Bitchsxbeloveddd or Byakuyasxbitchhh- ……i mean…. The first one IS accurate- /aff

[s4pphicfurryr4ve2769]

sapphicfurrybitch

lollllz

@gracehasaspacesuitquestion @faeriezone @b0nez4may0r @ki1zzm3-g00d-na1t + open tagzz

[b0nez4may0r]

bitch4may0r 🥹🥹🥹

open tags i dont feel like tagging

[ch3rrytr33z]

Bitchtr33z or Ch3rrybitch 😭

@moth-arbiter @jun–koko @starlover2012 @periware @dakotayum @soninevermind @thegreebl3sn0rch @milkshak-milkshak @childofdawn336 +open tags

[periware]

peribitch

@hjlpowell, @fuzzymeteorshapeshifter

[hjlpowell]

hjlbitchwell

I hope the others don’t mind this one!

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[glitchydaflower]

glitchydabitch

well okay LMAO

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[yourprecouicetomebitch]

my name is now KNY DOMAS BITCH

@shadmare @hamsterrodent @shinydiamondunicorn09 @randomwall97 @mossyrocks1 @eeveesparkles @karmacreatesstuff

(That’s all the names I got fit in cus I’m way too concentrated watching the anime “my happy marriage”)

[tetsur0-1]

How i be reading smut wth a straight face in bed

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

that’s literally my face when I don’t find one piece king the conflagration x reader smut

[glitchydaflower]

(tw: mentions of $u1c1d3)

my stupid inner thoughts from yesterday…

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

please don’t do it. You have so much in your future that’s waiting for you, just please don’t do it seeing your account go silent and not respond will make me even more sad, just don’t do it. Please

[itsmattibad]

heheheheheheh

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

Dabi. DABI, YOUR HAND IS ON HIS TIT

[amacaronexpert]

Hi! I found you through your nsfw headcanons for Kon! 🥰🫠🥵😳😳😳 Do you have any for Ri? He probably needs love and care over there.

Mweuehehehe finally ꒰՞⸝⸝•̀𖥦•́꒱و ̖́-

Kusuriuri of Ri NSFW Headcannons

TW: Smut, NSFW, kinks, mention of genitalia

Kusuriuri of Ri, I see him as more mysterious in how he operates, but the more you get into a relationship with him, you realize that he is just a very cheeky prankster.

Like he may appear all stoic and enigmatic, but he’s ogling when you make the mistake of sighing too hard and relaxing in his presence, it intensifies when he notices any loose clothing.

He’s so cheeky, he makes hand holding erotic while just giving you a blank stare look like,’Ho…..? Must have been the wind.’

He is not giving you a break, more like dramatic pauses, like he’s slow and he’s steady in his teasing, it’s all a form of art and seeing you squirm, he wants to see you try so hard to be composed only to be completely undone by just the slightest touch and the breathy voice from his throat.

But his patience does thin, and there are times when he just lets his lust run wild, prime example is when no one else is around and you decide to test him, he can handle humans in the way a stranger silently ignores the ignorant pompous person in a moment, sure he can subtly insult those that are disrespectful to the supernatural, but the moment you try to tease him? He’s biting you and giving you hickeys on EVERY inch of your skin.

He’s raking your skin with his nails in the heat of the moment, only in rare instances, but in the end of the intimacy, he will apply ointments and letting it heal.

Kusuriuri preps HARD, he likes to prolonged the process, he doesn’t rawdog it, it just loses all suspense, he prefers the buildup to have the sweetest reward, seeing you panic and embarrassed, he’s a bit sadistic, he likes the bondage of silk on your body, tied together so he himself can splay you out and his fingers pressing on your sternum before he trails down to your stomach.

His touch lingers, the tip of his sharp fingernails grazing your skin to make you shiver and keep you in suspense, he’s unpredictable, but he always starts with following the ridges of your body, from the middle of you chest, sometime playing and pinching and pulling at your nipples before following back to the curve of your stomach.

Ri likes the to obscure your vision, it’s apart of the bondage, making it easier for him to move and manipulate your pose.

And that relates to Ri’s Shunga collection, he would most definitely try to put you in many Shunga poses as he could each time you and him are having intimacy, it’s kinda humorous seeing him opening the book to an erotic scene and just moving you around until he gets the pose right, and it’s definitely out of curiosity to see if the pose provides ample pleasure or teasing, short answer? It does.

Ri is a pervert, he just comes and goes in that regard, he would say something poetic only for it to be later realized that he just said something perverted, like it’s almost comedic timing with his blank expression like just imagine he just says something poetic like,’The flower bud can be obscured by its leaves, with time it blossoms,’ and it later translates to,’Just flash me once please.’

Ri is heavy (carrying a medicine box and carrying heavy stuff with ease), so Ri is not budging unless he wants to, and trying to hide from him to tease him will not work because he will scare you with how fast he can be, just appearing from the shadows and just staring at you like,’So you’re hiding?…..’ he can also use this to spy on you with how quiet he can be, like you won’t notice him watching you while your changing until he likes to fuck with you.

And thing he likes the bit of tussle, he’s dignified but he lights the play, trying to tug at his hair, or touch his pointed ear and he pauses so hard, eyes staring over at your arm before slowly looking at your face before he hisses as he gives you a harsh kiss with his tongue shoving into your throat in retaliation.

Ri gives me the vibes of him sometimes starting at the back then curve around your front when he feels mischievous, like his lips are pressing against your neck, his sharp teeth grazing your shoulders and hands groping at your breasts, he likes to tease your nipples with his fingernails.

Ri likes to bathe with you, heck he will take you in a spring if he finds it to his liking, like he is does not mind where or when he takes you, as long as no one else is around, he will try it out.

Ri is mindful of taking you against hard surfaces, so he aims for more softer surfaces, though against hard surfaces he tends to be so much more horny due to him having to take it more slow and soft with you, he’s talking dirty while humping against your back, pinning your head against the wall, he likes seeing you try to look back only for your eyes to roll upwards as he puts in a well placed thrust in his fingers.

While I do not see him as the type to have sex in a futon; I think Ri has tried it, just letting you cuddle him while he’s pounding you.

I also like to think he tends to put a tag or put a charm on you, putting a piece of rope on your thigh or when binding your limbs together, I think it just turns him on in a sort of way only he understands.

By accident or on purpose, Ri will like to see you cry in overstimulation, or when you are riding the high of your orgasm, when your body tries to press and push against his body, no doubt he’s eating you out and wetting your thighs again for preparation for another round.

I think he would be comedic in the sense of just laying next to you, just his face slightly covered in your fluids while you are fast asleep, he washes it off but he just stares off into space for a moment like a cat on cat nip. It would be more hilarious since he has little shame, like he just likes to fuck with you, just imagine you looking mortified that Ri still has cum residue on his face and he’s like,’Are you going to help me wash it off?…’

Ri in the aftermath does the aftercare, amazing skills as well since he is a Medicine Seller, though he has a habit of wanting to do a ‘check up’ on you when you are conscious from the afterglow, he is just a pervert that’s doing it both to check if any hickeys or love bites are in need of some more ‘attention’ but seriously he’s checking out if he needs to patch you up.

Ri is a sadomasochist, he sometimes is sadistic during lovemaking, but he isn’t cruel unless he’s feeling something out, otherwise he is immediately sadistically horny the moment he feels you trying to inflict some pleasurable pain. He’s amused that you would challenge him.

Ri is mostly dominant, he won’t let you be dominant unless he is tired from dealing with humans during a battle with a Mononoke, or he’s luring you in so he can dominate and humiliate you into submission.

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

this cured my depression

[askthegardenviewtoons]

Dyle and Dandy what's your relationship with one another? Are you friends, foes, family, etc I'm curious?

[glitchydaflower]

they're married your highness

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

looks pretty complicated to me

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

I’m Alive btw.

[doumadono]

Synopsis: after a mission where you’d acted on your own, ignoring the need to consult your leader, Overhaul decided it was time to teach you a lesson in patience Warnings: pussy fingering & eating, blindfold, bondage, cunnilingus Pairing: Overhaul x fem!Reader A/N: welcome to the fourth day of Villaintober! Every like & reblog is truly appreciated ♡ ⇢ MY HERO ACADEMIA - 3

The rain whispered against the tiled roof, a steady rhythm like a metronome keeping time for the heart of the organization beating beneath it. The headquarters of Shie Hassaikai was silent past midnight - the halls were immaculate, lit by cold white bulbs that hummed faintly over marble floors polished to a mirror’s edge.

You’d learned to walk softly here. Every step was an intrusion. 

Men in black suits and gloves moved like ghosts through the hallways.

No one dared make noise when Kai Chisaki was working.

You stood outside his office, the thick oak door before you bearing no nameplate, no decoration — just a gold handle that gleamed under the light. You hesitated, hand half-raised. The corridor stretched behind you, empty except for two men in suits who didn’t look at you, but whose presence was a warning in itself.

You knocked once.

“Come in.”

His voice came through the door, calm, even, and carrying that distinct weight of authority that didn’t need to rise to be obeyed. 

You pushed the door open, heart steady only because you’d trained it to be.

Kai sat behind a wide desk of black lacquer, the faint reflection of his masked face shimmering on its surface. He was still dressed in the dark green coat you’d seen him wear earlier that evening, its fur collar a whisper of luxury against the hard, clinical atmosphere of the room. A single lamp cast amber light across his desk, illuminating scattered documents and a cup of untouched tea that had long gone cold.

“You’re late.”

His tone was mild which, with him, was often worse than anger. He was a man who could command silence without raising his voice, who spoke like a surgeon wielding a scalpel. 

“Traffic,” you said, with a small shrug. “And one of your men stopped me at the gate.”

“Good,” he replied, leaning back in his leather armchair. “They were doing their job. Punctuality isn’t negotiable in this house.”

You almost smiled. “You say that like I’m one of your underlings.”

“Aren’t you?”

He tilted his head slightly, and though you couldn’t see his expression beneath the mask, you could feel the faint smirk that lived in his words. His gloves flexed once, that small, ritual motion he always made before handling anything, or anyone.

You stepped further inside. The door shut behind you with a soft click.

“Lock it,” Kai said without looking up.

You did. The metallic snick of the bolt echoed too loudly in the quiet.

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. The only sound was the faint rustle of paper as he shuffled through a file. 

You knew better than to interrupt. 

When he finally looked at you again, golden eyes glinting under the lamplight, you felt that familiar prickle down your spine - the one that came from being under his scrutiny.

“You’ve been reckless,” he said. “The shipment at the docks, you went alone.”

“It was faster that way.”

“It was stupid that way.”

The words landed cleanly, with surgical precision. He stood then, slow and controlled, like a predator that didn’t need to rush. Every motion was smooth, unhurried - terrifying in its calmness. He crossed the space between you in three quiet steps.

“Do you think this organization runs on instinct?” he asked, voice low. “Or on precision?”

You met his gaze. “Both.”

That earned you a pause, maybe surprise, maybe approval. His eyes narrowed slightly, gloved fingers brushing against the edge of the desk as though weighing his next move. “You like to test boundaries.”

“Only the ones that deserve testing.”

“And what makes you think mine are worth it?”

Your voice came quieter. “Because you never tell me to stop.”

The silence that followed was heavier than before. 

You could feel it in the air, charged and brittle, like a storm about to break. 

Overhaul stepped closer until he stood just before you, so close that the faint scent of disinfectant reached your nose.

His hand lifted. The glove hovered a breath from your cheek but didn’t touch. His restraint was always deliberate, and somehow, that made it worse.

“You think I’m cruel for not letting you act on your own. But you mistake control for cruelty.”

“You mistake fear for respect,” you replied vehemently.

He let out a sharp scoff, baring his teeth in a grimace that somehow managed to look like a grin. Chisaki exhaled through his nose, then reached for something on his desk - a black silk cloth folded neatly beside his papers. He turned it between his fingers, not looking at you.

“You trust me,” he stated again, as if testing the truth of it.

“I do.”

“Then sit.”

You hesitated only a moment before obeying. The chair was cold under your palms. You heard the faint sound of the silk sliding between his gloves.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. “If you want to learn control, start with surrender. I think I need to grant you a lesson on how to be patient.” His voice came again, low, precise, and commanding as always. “Don’t worry. You can trust me.”

Your pulse flickered at your throat. You couldn’t tell whether it was fear or anticipation that made it race. 

The silk brushed your temple as he lifted it, careful and unhurried, and tied it behind your head. The knot was firm as everything he did, and the world went dark.

You could hear the faint rustle of his coat, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the soft click of something being set on the desk.

“When you can’t see,” he said, “you start to listen. To feel. To notice what your mind overlooks. You rely too much on what you think you control. That’s where mistakes begin.”

You swallowed, nodding faintly though he hadn’t asked for an answer.

“Now,” Overhaul said softly, “tell me where I am.”

You hesitated. “In front of me.”

There was a pause, and then, his voice came. “Good, you’re starting to learn.”

You ran the tip of your tongue over your dried lips.

"Now, let's see how well you trust me,” Kai chuckled.

His gloved hands moved to your wrists, gently but firmly securing them behind the chair. He swiftly bound your wrists together with another length of silk, the fabric tightening with a practiced pull that left no room for escape.

You felt a thrill of anticipation, the knowledge that you were completely at his mercy, completely under his control.

His hands explored your body, tracing the line of your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Each touch was deliberate, each caress calculated. 

You arched into his touch, the pleasure of it making your breath hitch and your body ache for more.

"You like that," Chisaki observed, his fingers lingering on the pulse point of your neck. "You like feeling helpless, don't you?"

You nodded fervently. You hated how effortlessly he could make your knees go weak.

Kai chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with approval. "Let's see how far you can go."

He moved behind you, his hands skimming over your shoulders, your back, your hips. 

You felt the heat of his body through his clothes.

His hands slipped beneath your shirt slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin. 

A gasp escaped your lips, the sensation making you squirm in your seat.

"Stay still," Overhaul ordered, his voice firm. "Or I'll make you regret it."

You forced yourself to stillness, your breath coming in short gasps. 

The man’s hands continued their exploration, his touch both gentle and demanding. 

You could feel the tension building within you, the need for being filled aching in your core.

"Tell me," Kai began, his voice taking on that clinical edge you'd come to associate with his interrogations. "What is it about this that excites you?"

You took a breath, the cool air in the room filling your lungs. "The loss of control," you admitted. "Knowing that I'm at your mercy, that you could do anything, and I'd trust you anyway."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "And what do you think I'd do?"

You leaned forward slightly, the chair creaking under your weight. "I think you'd make me feel things I never have before."

"You're right," he claimed, his voice a low growl. "And you’re mine. Every part of you. Every inch of your body belongs to me."

You whimpered, the words sending a rush of heat between your legs. You could feel the wetness there, the desire for him, for his touch, for his possession.

"Say it," he commanded. "Tell me you're mine."

You managed to mumble the words, the sound coming out as a muffled moan. 

He chuckled again, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. "Good girl," the man praised, his voice approving. "Now let's see how much more you can take."

He moved in front of you, his hands going to the buttons of your shirt. Kai undid them slowly, one by one, his fingers brushing against your skin with each movement. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "So eager. So ready."

He spread your shirt open, revealing your bra-clad breasts. His eyes lingered on them, his gaze heated and possessive. 

You arched into his touch. Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew instinctively Chisaki was grinning. "Please," you begged. 

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please touch me," you begged, the words coming out as a plea.

He chuckled. "Patience. You need to work on it."

His hands moved to your bra, his fingers deftly pushing the cups down, revealing your breasts. 

The cool air hit your sensitive skin, your nipples hardened, and the sensation made you squirm in your seat.

"Beautiful," his voice was a low growl. The man leaned down.

You could feel the heat of his mouth, the tease of his breath on your skin.

Then his mouth closed over your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

You gasped, the pleasure of it making your body arch into his touch. 

Chisaki suckled at your breast, his tongue and teeth teasing your nipple. 

You could feel the pleasure building within you, the need for more aching in your core.

"You taste so good," Kai uttered. "So sweet, Y/N."

He moved to your other breast, his mouth and tongue working the same magic there. 

"Please," you begged again, the word muffled by the gag. "Please, I need more."

His voice was a rasp, "I thought I made myself clear. You need to be more patient, my dear."

He slipped his knee between your legs, parting them for his liking, then one of his hands found its way between your thighs, fingers finding the damp spot on your panties. "So wet," Kai growled, "So needy."

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped a finger inside you, the sensation making your body arch more. Overhaul moved slowly, his finger sliding in and out of your tight pussy, his thumb circling your clit. 

You could feel the pleasure building within your core. “Ah!” Your head lolled back, resting against the back of the chair. Instinct urged you to tug at the restraints, desperate to free your hands but reality struck just as quickly - the silk knots around your wrists were far too tight, refusing to give no matter how you twisted or strained against them.

"Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his voice firm.

You did as he commanded, your body obeying even as your mind struggled to process the sensation. 

He slipped another finger inside you again, his other hand gently spanking your clit. He then rubbed it slowly, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh.

Overhaul’s fingers moving in and out of your pussy, rubbing against your G spot. 

All that spilled from your lips was his name - breathless and desperate. “Kai, Kai, please… Yes, don’t stop.”

He brought you to the edge of orgasm again and again, each time denying you the release you craved so much. "You're so responsive," he let out a laugh, "I could spend hours just listening to your pathetic whines.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. "I'd like that," you managed to gasp out.

He knelt before you, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wide. 

You felt his breath on your inner thigh, warm and tantalizingly close. Then, his tongue was on you, licking a slow, lazy path up your thigh.

“Ah! Yes, fuck, please, stop teasing!”

Kai’s low chuckle rolled through the room. “Didn’t I tell you we need to work on that temper of yours?” He let out a sigh, voice rich with mock reproach. “You’re such a hothead. And every action has its consequences. Keep wriggling like that, and I might just leave you tied up right here.”

“N-no… Please, don’t!” The plea tore from your throat, small and trembling, shamelessly desperate. You knew how pathetic you sounded, and yet, you didn’t care in the slightest.

His tongue moved higher, tracing a slow, lazy path up your thigh before moving to your pussy. He licked you slowly, his tongue flat and firm, then his attention focused entirely on your clitoris. Kai sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in lazy circles.

Oh, how you longed to bury your fingers in his hair, to feel the soft strands slide through your touch but with your wrists bound, all that longing could do was pour out of you in a breathless, helpless moan.

He continued to suck and lick, his tongue working you in slow, deliberate strokes. Chisaki added a finger soon, sliding it slowly into your tight hole. 

You gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. 

He curled his fingers, pressing against that spot inside you that sent shockwaves through your body. "There," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes!"

He rubbed your clitoris in slow, deliberate circles with his thumb, matching the rhythm he fingered your pussy with while scissoring his fingers inside you before lowering his head yet again to suck and lick on your pussy lips.

Only then, with a loud gasp, your body tensed as the orgasm washed over your being. Your thighs trembled and so did your entire body as your velvety walls spasmed around Kai’s digits, covering them in a thin layer of pearly juices.

"Good girl," Kai praised, his voice approving. "You did so well.”

You screamed out his name as he leaned closer again and licked your slit off your juices. You were so overwhelmed that your breaths came in ragged gasps, like a fish flailing desperately out of water.

Then you heard him shift, the sound of movement breaking through the haze clouding your senses. A moment later, the silken restraints around your wrists loosened, and the blindfold slipped away from your eyes.

When your vision adjusted your eyes watery, Kai stood over you, a faint, satisfied smile playing on his lips. He wiped his mouth, still glistening with traces of your release, with the back of his hand before meeting your gaze. “You see?” He chuckled, “You can be patient when you want to. Let this be a reminder - don’t act on your own ever again without my command. Understood?”

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

Kai rolled his shoulders, stretching lazily before leaning down to brush a finger along your cheek. A rare warmth flickered in his golden eyes as he murmured, “That’s my good girl.”

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[yourprecouicetomebitch]

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

MY CUTE BABY EATS 847 DONUTS A DAY OMG HES SO ADORABLE

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

THIS IS SO CUTE WTF

[glitchydaflower]

(small vent)

i hate my fucking life. i hate myself. why is everything always so FUCKING unfair on me?

i wish everything was so easy for me. why CAN'T I enjoy something good for once? why can't i be like those people enjoying their life out there? SO WHY CAN'T I?!

i want to fucking hurt myself… this is the reason why i keep getting isolated MYSELF…

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

I’m really sorry you have to go go through this, I go through the same things sometimes like when I way playing with the neighbours kids and I gave one who won a game 5$ and my mom locked me inside the house

[kailyn-lovespink-stuffz]

MOTM Kailyn and @creatorjess1

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

quick question,

do you know what happened with glitchyanimations?, I don’t see her on my following list or my reblogs

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

y’all what happened to @glitchyanimations I don’t see her in my page or following list-

[rotten-pomegranate]

Spinner is so hot, yes the lizard, he’s a hottie hot hottie, I love my men pathetic with low no self esteem 

AND LOOK AT HIS ARMS IM GONNA GOBLE THEM UP

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

GET THE SHOULDERS GET THE SHOULDERS GET THE SHOULDERS GET THE SHOULDERS GET THE SHOULDERS GET THE SHOULDERS

[lucarionite9364]

Drunk Desires

Buggy x reader

WC: 2K

CW: DUB CON, somnophilia, drunk sex, cunnilingus, cum on stomach, p in v sex, buggy is kinda pathetic in this but i need him so bad it doesn't matter.

AN: I've been convinced to watch One Piece finally and I want that clown like my life depends on it.

The night was full of fun and excitement as you all celebrated another successful show. It felt like the drinks and laughs were endless. You’d surely feel the alcohol by the next morning. But for now all you wanted to do was dance to the music and poorly attempt to fight Cabaji. Which promptly landed you on your ass. You didn’t mind, at this point everything was funny to you. 

Eventually the night was drawing close to the end and you managed to down quite a lot of alcohol. You stumbled your way to what you thought were your dorms but managed to go the complete opposite direction. Ending up in front of your Captain’s quarters you entered without thinking. You thought nothing wrong as the man was nowhere to be seen. 

Plopping down on the bed, you kick off your shoes and nestle your head into the pillows. You breathe in the scent of the sheets noting that it doesn’t smell like yours but ultimately ignoring the fact that, no, this is not your bed, and you came in here by mistake. You fall asleep almost instantly having been worn out by this night's lively events.

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Buggy was pissed. He hated seeing you be that close to his subordinates. He didn’t drink that much but tonight he needed to take his mind off you having had a glass, or three, more than usual. He opened the door to his quarters, hoping to rub his frustration out and go to sleep. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the object of said frustration sleeping oh so soundly on his bed. 

He couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed over your sleeping form. He couldn’t help the way he moved forward towards you. He couldn’t help his hand reaching towards you, to grace your skin slightly with his touch. He couldn’t help the way your body was practically begging for him to take you. 

You were out like a light, not stirring one bit as his hands roamed up and down your legs. Even through the fabric of your pants he could feel just how toned your legs were from all the training for the shows. Shows you put on for him. He loved seeing you perform, absolutely entranced by the way you move. 

God you were perfect, made just for him. He always took what was his, even if it wasn’t his just yet. 

His mind was clouded by the liquor and his sheer need to remove the clothing between him and you. He reached up to unbutton your pants, slowly working them down so as to not wake you. He wants to take his time, savoring this moment, if only to think that he wouldn’t get another chance like this. 

He trailed kisses down your thigh as each inch of skin became more exposed. He pulled them off all the way and discarded them by your shoes you previously removed. His breath hitched as he saw the bright red underwear you wore. He removed his gloves, eyes never leaving your body. 

He reached his hand down to cup you clothed heat, gently rubbing. He tried to tell himself to stop, but the way your underwear became wet from his fingers removed all notion of that thought from his mind. While still working on you below, he reached his other hand up to sneak beneath your shirt. 

He straddled your waist as he used both hands to push up your shirt to reveal a matching cherry red bra. Who did you wear these for? I couldn’t possibly have been him, could it? He cupped your breasts from over your bra, circling his thumbs over your hardened buds. He froze as you slightly stirred in your sleep. Letting out a slight moan from the small pleasure he was giving you. 

The sweet noise went straight to his groin as he could feel himself growing harder by the second. He pulled down your bra to reveal your supple breasts. He let himself be selfish if only for a moment by leaning down to suck on your hard nipples. His face paint smeared on your perfect skin, tainting your flesh. 

He switched his ministrations to the opposite bud, showing all of you his affection and hidden desires. He leaned back to shrug his jacket and hat off, then gently removed his gloves. His breath caught in his throat as his bare skin touched yours. His gaze turned upward and his eyes were transfixed on your lips. 

He pulled himself to hover over you, mouth hesitantly waiting above yours. Does he dare cross this line? He had already done this much to defile you, he may as well carry on. His lips gently attach to yours as he savors the sweet taste of you. The taste he could only dream of. He reaches down to play with your slick cunt again as he slips his tongue to swirl around your mouth. 

He felt your body twitch from the pleasure. He couldn’t help the way his pelvis ground down into your hips in response. He was mesmerized by the response your body was giving him. He released your mouth with a long spit trail connecting your lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to taste you.

Roaming his hands down your disheveled, sleeping form, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His eyes never left your revealed cunt as he bent down to attach his mouth to your glistening lips. Licking a wet stripe up your pussy. He groans at the taste of you, sending vibrations up your heat. He dipped a finger into your entrance, testing the waters. 

He pumped his digit in and out at a slow pace, terrified that if you wake it will all be over. After he works a second finger in, he sucks gently on your clit, reveling in the way your body squirms beneath him. His self restraint is quickly slipping as he is losing himself in your sweet juices and soft moans you’re giving him. 

He feels your hips buck up to him, your breath catching ever so slightly. He knows you’re close to the edge and he quickened his pace to give it to you. He sent his detached hand to your mouth to cover your lips as you let out louder moans as you woke. His tongue kept circling around your clit, letting you ride your high as you came around his fingers. 

His thumb stroked your chin as his fingers entered your mouth, silencing you. You opened your teary eyes, the sheer pleasure from the orgasm waking you up. While still hazy from the alcohol, you absent mindedly suck on his fingers making him groan as he grinds into the mattress. 

You hum around his hand as you look down to see your clothes askew and the culprit below your hips panting like a dog gone into heat. He pulls your mouth to his before you could say anything that would indicate you didn’t want this. Not that you would have anyways, this is a dream come true to you. 

His wet muscle roamed around your mouth once more as he grabbed your chest. He pulled your waist to his as he thrusted his clothed erection against your naked form. Your mind still reeling from waking up to bliss couldn’t help but go along with him making out with you. 

You moan into his sloppy kisses as you card your hand through his long blue locks. He felt his knees grow weak with the desire growing between his legs. He looks to you, his want for you evident in his gaze as he trails his hands over your waist. He wants you to say it. He needs you to say it.

“Buggy, hah, please.” You beg for him, desperate to feel his hands on you again. You reach for his pants to undo the clasp holding them together. He lets a low whine escape as your touch feels like bliss on his hardened length. He lets you pull his erection from his pants and nearly collapses on himself at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to say it.” He says while grinding himself onto you. Letting his tip catch on your clit, you breathe out “Please fuck me, Captain.” Those words were all he needed to hear as he entered you. Barely being able to hold back his need to be fully inside of you now, he manages to work his way in to let you adjust. 

You let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed in you to which Buggy promptly covers your mouth. “Mmmph, baby as much as I wanna hear you scream for me, you gotta promise to keep your voice down. Okay?” The words pained him as he wanted nothing more than to hear all the pretty noises you’d make for him. You nod despite his hand still covering the lower half of your face.

He gives a few experimental thrusts when he feels that you are adjusted to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he starts picking up the pace. He feels like he’s losing his mind as you clench around him the way you do. Your muffled moans like honey to his ears as you try desperately to stay quiet. 

Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure, the effects from the alcohol heightening your sensitivity. You pull him close to you as you breathe out into his neck. “Buggy, you feel so good.” The words made his heart soar until you added. “If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.” This made his heart sore.

The guilt from using you in your sleep, your most vulnerable state, crashed into him like a tidal wave. Tears welled in his eyes at how willing you’d give yourself to him in your dreams and he couldn’t even control himself around you. 

“Buggy ple--.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He starts between thrusts. “I can’t control myself around you anymore.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I’ve needed you for so long, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He bent over to suck a dark mark into your neck as he reached a hand down to play with your clit once more. 

The knot in your stomach is quickly forming from the added pleasure, you feel yourself about to cum. 

“Buggy, I’m gonna cum.” You rushed your words, not knowing how much longer you can hold out for. His eyes went wide as if he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. No matter how much he wanted this, he still couldn't rid himself of the guilt quick enough. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I just need you so much. I-” 

His words were cut off as you spoke softly to him. “Don’t be sorry, I love you.” You quickly finished after those words, biting your lip to somewhat manage to stay quiet. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to throw him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out as hot ropes of his cum shot onto your exposed stomach and breasts. 

He collapsed on top of you, exhausted, only holding his weight up a little. His eyes shot to your face, desperately scanning for any signs of regret, anger, hatred, disgust, anything that would show how much you hate him now. But he found nothing. Only teary eyed love and a flushed face before him. One that was quickly growing more and more sleepy with each passing second. 

He held you in his arms as you relaxed, coming down from your high. Your head cradled in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your head as you drifted into the confines of sleep once more. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

[yourprecouicetomebitch]

ain’t no way this delusional clown fucked us and we liked it, if that happened to me, I’m sprinting out the room to fuck with cabaji