"I might be a femboy, but you're gonna be calling me daddy soon."
males x (mostly) dom!femboy reader
pretty much an aggressive dominate femboy idk dude
mostly short drabbles
(probably) slow and random updates lmao
might be ooc cause i haven't watche...
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Judar || Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic
hair pulling, degradation, pretty much ignoring him, mention of safe word, cruel!reader lol, lots of choking with bruises and love marks, implied after care, possessiveness in both parties
he was the first villain i fell in love with a passion, he's so fine pls 😍😍, hear me out.. HEAR ME OUT!!! the way i'd ruin this man... i wanna break his teasing nature, wanna grip his small slutty waist so hard he'll have bruises there for days.. anyways i haven't watched in a few years so if it's ooc that's why
"You're such a fucking slut, Judar." You mumble beneath your breath with a glare, tightening your grip around his throat. "Flirting with Ren, acting like a whore around him... I should really punish you for that; but you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
God, you wish you could wipe that smirk right off his face, but he'd probably get off to that. "I don't know what you mean, m/n, we were just sparing." Sparing my ass he was, you thought, only hardening your glare more before a thought came to you.
He would never admit it, but the way your face turned to a shit-eating grin from your previous glare made him uneasy.
All he could give you were choked out moans and harsh panting from the stimulation. He doesn't know how much more he can take before crumbling and begging you to let him release. You've played with him for hours; massaging his prostate, jerking him off until you felt him tense and twitch, fondling his balls to the point he thinks he'll find bruises there tomorrow.
He hates how you manhandle him so easily, pushing and pulling wherever you want him to be, not even trying to be gentle or nice. He hates how you get him so, so close to cumming, just take your hand away at the last second and robbing him of his release. He hates how you call him degrading names while slowly fucking into him, gripping his hair so tightly it brings tears to his eyes.
Although, maybe he's confusing hate for love.
He absolutely loves when you grip his small waist so tightly bruises appear, loves seeing the crescent shapes from your painted nails leaving imprints on his hips and thighs, loves how you push his face into the fluffy blankets from between his shoulder blades and force him to arch so deeply his cock is rubbing against the sheets.
He begs and begs for you to actually fuck him, to use him for your desires only, ignoring his. You'd overstimulate him until every slight touch has him trembling and trying to get away from it, but you'll just ignore it. Ignore how he tries to push you away but you just pull him right back; after all, he hasn't said his safe word.
Watch him roll his eyes back when you tighten the grip around his neck, no doubt leaving bruises of your hand there after. Watch how he finally cracks and begs- pleads- for you to fuck him when you whisper how much of a slut he is being filled with your cock and still wanting more; until all he remembers is the imprint of your cock inside him and how well you rail him into the sheets, until the sun rises and you hear birds chirping.
You wouldn't even stop after the sun rose, too engrossed in how pretty and delicious he looks with love bites, hickeys, bruises and anything else you can imagine. You'd have fun with him until he passes out from overstimulation or exhaustion, or both, only stopping then when you've been satisfied. He'd wake up a day later to find the sheets and himself cleaned, bruises and bites covering his body when he looks in the mirror.
He'll trace his hands around his bruised neck and smirk, loving how much you like to mark him as yours. Then he'll show them off to everyone he sees later, having no point to cover them up.
