#he has a foot kink☠️

[cherrio-krispz]

wait no I’m invested what’s this specific alpha cross detail? /nf (I’m gonna regret asking /hj)

oh boy errrmmmmmm

So like…….

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Can u do head cannons for Bonten mochi, takeomi, and rindou with a female reader that has an age gap?

Bonten!Mochi x Younger!Reader +

Bonten!Rindou x Younger!Reader

♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, fluff, age gap/reader is 22 and they're 31, mention of Ran, people being judgemental, public sex (office sex, car sex, club sex), fingering, exhibitionism, size kink, breeding kink, daddy kink ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon, I have two sets of headcanons (SFW and NSFW) for Bonten!Takeomi already part 1-SFW and part 2-NSFW

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Bonten!Mochi

🍡 Everyone thinks he's either your older brother or your uncle ☠️ (he lowkey gives unc energy tho ngl)

🍡 When you tell people you're in a relationship they look at you weird and just ask why (most assume it's for money, you're a gold digger and he's rich, end of story)

🍡 You don't pay them any mind, but Mochi will go the fuck off on someone for even insinuating something bad about you

"The fuck did you just say about my woman?"

🍡 He'll call you his wife sometimes because he knows he's putting a ring on it

🍡 He starts off stories with "back in my day" 😭 he's an old man, but he's your old man

🍡 Fucks you in Bonten's nightclubs, no inch of that club is safe (somebody needs to shine a blacklight in there lmao)

🍡 Major daddy kink, if you aren't calling him daddy while he's fucking you then he must be doing something wrong

🍡 He's a big man with a big dick, of course he has a size kink

🍡 Manhandles the fuck out of you, there's no such thing as soft sex with him

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Bonten!Rindou

🩵 He still looks like he's still in his 20s, so no one other than Bonten execs knows about the age gap

🩵 You two go on double dates with Ran and his wife

🩵 Cracks jokes about your age gap all the time, he's extra dramatic about it too

"Damn baby, by the time you're my age, I'm gonna have a foot in the grave."

"Rin shut the hell up, you're literally only gonna be 40."

"Might as well be dead."

🩵 Leaves things at home so you have to stop by his office to bring them to him, your little visits always end with you bent over his desk

🩵 Won't hesitate to cum inside you and actively encourages you to stop using birth control, he's literally trying his hardest to get you pregnant

"That's it angel, just lemme fill you up~"

🩵 Fingers you while he drives and has almost crashed the car at least once

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

[meltwonu]

3. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

4. “Don’t give me that look.”

7. “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

notes; camboy!au, camcouple!au, camboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, fratboy!wonwoo, caffeine!au, sir!kink, spanking, cum eating, overstimuation, hair pulling, possessive!wonwoo, degradation, name-calling, the smallest few seconds of breath!play ! Oh man the different ways i wanted to approach wonwoo’s drabble for this cycle… ☠️ which is why I just went ham on this one instead! ☠️ LMAO SORRY 😭💕 or am I 😳😏 heheh... As always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

His voice is cold and a little clipped as he stares at you; your short black dress hiding absolutely nothing when you bend over to fix your heels.

“Get changed or we’re not going.”

“What!?”

You stomp your heeled foot in response - a pout on your lips as you cross your arms. “Wonwoo, c’mon, don’t do this, it’s just a stupid party at the frat house… It’s not a big deal.”

He rolls his eyes in return, hands shoved deep into his pants pocket as he scoffs. “If it’s not a big deal, then you’d get changed like I asked.”

“You’re being a baby.”

The air shifts almost immediately and you know you’ve overstepped - the smirk on his face only growing when he starts to step closer towards you.

“I’m being a baby, huh? That’s what you think?”

“W--well, y-yeah, I mean, I--”

Wonwoo stops right in front of you and makes your breath stutter; his cologne making you whimper at it’s overpowering scent mixing in with his warmth that has goosebumps rising all over your body.

“You mean, what, exactly, sweetheart?”

He presses you into the wall, slotting his leg between yours in an instant as your hands find purchase on his clothed chest.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“It’s jus’ a--a dress, it’s n-not like I’m, um, y’know, d-dressing up for a-anyone ‘cept y-you…”

Wonwoo smiles down at you, sultry and dark as he brings a hand up to caress your cheek. “Oh, I know. Trust me, you’d be in a lot of trouble if I found out you were purposely trying to get me mad… We know that, right?”

“R-right…”

His hand slowly inches from your cheek down to the column of your throat as you inhale sharply; shaky pupils watching the lust pool in his eyes when he starts to slowly add pressure to the sides of your throat.

“Then why would you do it, sweetheart? Is it ‘cause your dumb ‘lil cunt gets extra wet when I fuck you like I’m punishing you? Hmm? When I use you like the cocksleeve you are?”

You let out a choked sob as the lightheadedness makes your body buzz with electricity.

“Y--hic--yes… I’m s-sorry, s--sir…”

He watches the tears bead up on your lower lash line; licking his lips when he recognizes the needy look in your eyes.

“So, let me get this straight… You wanted to go out wearing this and you wanted to flirt with people so I’d see and have to punish you, right? Did I get your little plan correct, sweetheart?”  

You feel his grip around your throat start to loosen slightly as your body slumps in his hold; your wet panties pressing right into his clothed thigh still slotted between your trembling legs.

Wonwoo scoffs; an incredulous look on his face when he feels your wetness permeating the material of his pants. “Guess I was right then.”

“Don’t give me that l-look...”

He starts to move back as he unslots his leg and reaches for your arm - dragging you to your bathroom as you yelp.

“H-hey, w-wait, the--the party!”

Wonwoo doesn’t respond; instead, he flips the light switch, pushes you up against the sink so that you’re facing the mirror, and swipes your phone from your purse before tossing the contents onto the counter next to you.

“T-that’s my p-phone!”

“And? You want me to give you your phone back? Make me. I’d like to see you try.”

You keep yourself mum - watching Wonwoo through the mirror as he fiddles with your phone for a good three minutes before he leans over your body and places it at the corner of the countertop.

And that’s when you notice it.

The camera sits open, a small red dot indicating it’s recording you and Wonwoo but only from mid-chest, downward so that your faces weren't caught. But the thing that catches you the most off guard is the fact it’s not only recording but it’s being live streamed; the title making your breath hitch.

‘my dumb lil cocksleeve who can’t help but want her slutty cunt filled.’

“You wanted to be seen and heard, didn’t you? You wanted everyone to hear me fucking you in the bathroom at the frathouse,” Wonwoo starts to unzip his pants as a gush of wetness pools in your panties, “You wanted them to know how good I give it to you… My cock pounding your tight ‘lil cunt, just how you like.”

“F--fuck! Y-yes, sir! Please, please…” You whine; already too wet and too desperate for Wonwoo to fuck you. And now knowing that it was recording, you wanted him to fuck you even faster. “Hurry, I need your cock inside m-me, right now… I’m so wet… P--please…”

“Is your dumb ‘lil cunt wet enough to take me already, slut?”

“Y-yes! Please…”

Wonwoo smirks, watching as you hurriedly lift your own dress before reaching a hand behind you and moving your panties to the side.

“S-see? My needy h-hole is ready for--for you, s-sir…”

“Good girl… Now take all of it.”

You forget the camera’s rolling.

“O-oh, god, s-sir!”

And you forget about the party, all together.

“That’s right, I wanna hear you screaming about how good I fuck you, cockslut.” Wonwoo keeps one hand locked tight into your hair and one gripping your waist; hips slamming into you from behind as you keep your hands braced on the countertop.

Your body jerks with each harsh thrust - the head of his cock tapping your cervix as you clench around him in a vice grip.

“Mmh, s-sir is fuh--fucking me so deep… He’s so b-big, it makes m-me so full…” He lifts his hand off of your waist to slap the skin of your ass as you whine and shake your hips. “H-harder, sir!”

He spanks you four more times in quick succession and you can’t even get a word out as an orgasm washes over you faster than you can stop yourself.

“Oh, f--fuck, sir!”

Your walls flutter around Wonwoo’s cock, sucking him in deeper as his grip on your hair tightens. “Stupid ‘lil slut. Cumming without my permission now? Do I have to teach you manners now too? Fucking cumming just because I spanked you a few times... So pathetic.”

Soft, hurried ‘I’m sorry’s fall from your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm - uncaring about the oversensitivity that starts to bite after the high starts to ebb away for you.

“You already had your fun so it’s my turn now, sweetheart~”

Wonwoo slides his grip from your, now, tangled hair; fingertips dancing down your spine until you feel them right next to his cock.

He takes a moment to slow down his thrusts - only to slowly ease in two digits next to his cock to make you feel even more full.

“Won---ah, s-sir…! Fuck, puh--please… I’m gonna c-cum again…” You cry out, tears smearing your makeup as your arms threaten to give out underneath you. 

He gives you a second to adjust to the fullness before he’s drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you; hips snapping into you almost as quickly as before as your entire body trembles under him.

“You’re still so tight around me, sweetheart… Even when you’re full of my cock and my fingers~” He licks his lips, cock throbbing inside of your pussy as you sob.

“Please… I--I wanna, ngh, f-feel you cum inside m-me, sir…”

“Oh? You think you deserve that?”

Biting your lip, you shake your head ‘no’ as you peer into the mirror and take in your disheveled appearance.

“So you know you don’t deserve it, huh? At least you knew that much.” Growls start to spill from his lips as he starts to chase his own high; hips pistoning into you at a harsh pace that has your entire body jerking forward and your upper half threatening to slump over into the sink. “But I’ll be nice and let you have it.”

“Th--thank, hic, you, s-sir…”

The overstimulation starts to bleed into pleasure as you cry and let yourself orgasm a second time - except this time, Wonwoo follows suit and bottoms out inside of you as he cums.

“Fuck, take all of it, you fuckin’ cumslut…” Muttering, he throws his head back as he rides out his pleasure - soft groans on his lips as your walls clamp down on him harder.

He grinds against you, cockhead snug against your cervix as he cums and you feel yourself momentarily black out just as Wonwoo’s strong arm slides from your waist to circling your midsection to keep you upright when your arms give out. 

“Mm, you should see yourself in the mirror sweetheart... You look so pretty with your makeup all messed up and your face filled with so much fuckin’ pleasure... Fuckin’ drooling from how good I fuck your dumb ‘lil cunt.” 

You come to after a few tense seconds; your breath shaky and legs feeling like jello as Wonwoo smirks at you through the mirror.

His cum drips from the gaps between his fingers and cock still deep inside your pussy; globs of it hitting the floor underneath you as he wiggles his cum-soaked fingers. 

“Glad you could join us.” 

“I’m gonna be sore for the next two weeks, Wonwoo...”

He smiles sheepishly as he spoons you from behind; soft hands gently caressing your tired body after the bath he ran for you.

“Sorry, did I get carried away?” 

You roll your eyes, cheeks warm as you stare out the window. “No, I liked it... You're so hot when you’re mad, I can’t help myself sometimes~”

The two of you share a laugh as Wonwoo brings your phone up to your faces - eyes skimming the details of the live stream you’d forgotten you were doing. He raises a brow, wondering if his glasses are blurring the text he's trying to read.

“Hey, look, it says we have $5000 in donations to claim?”

“There’s what!?”

[bradleybonkbradshaw]

Fuck it, i'm not waiting for people to send me prompts, i'm just going to try and write one a day for funsies. Tomorrows (tentative timing, as i'll be tired because of other blorbos tonight ☠️) will be #97 for @xoziva

I hope you enjoy and please send them in if you want to see a specific one jump the queue. Warnings at the beginning and any mistakes are mine.

Warnings: spanking, undiscussed kink but consent is given and enthusiastic.

Please always assume after is given afterwards :)<3

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

A smile creeps across Jakes face, slow and easy, eyelids drooping just a little as he feels Bradleys fingers twitch marginally tighter around his neck and his body press closer, pressing Jake into the wall.

Jakes already half out of his mind with arousal in just this short space of time - he'd waited so long for Bradley to snap, just like this - when he sighs back his non-answer-

"-finally."

Bradley blinks, falters for a millisecond, suddenly straying into unexplored territory. Bradley had an inkling, had his own feelings for Jake to try and deal with without fixating on whether Jake felt the same or not, so this? This was so much more than he bargained for. He lets himself take a second, gives the twist of heat low in his belly time to settle and lowers his voice.

"Yeah, 's that what you want, baby?" He rasps, and watches Jakes bottom lip go white under his teeth, "want me to beat that pretty little ass red?"

Bradleys hand slips down to grope, heavy handed, at Jakes ass and Jake seems to slump further into him, down the wall and into Bradley hands.

"Please-" it's cracked and reedy, but Jake Seresin is begging and Bradley might just come in his pants, it's so hot, "-please, Bradley I want it."

That's all the permission Bradley needs. Or so he thinks, until has another moment of hesitation, bending his elbow, dropping his face close to Jakes, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips - just a little more permission.

Jake presses forward as much as he can, pulls Bradley in to latch on to his mouth, sweeter than Bradley was expecting, but welcome, turning dirty in and instant before Bradley pulls away. Steps away entirely. Jake whines.

"Turn around. Show me." He broaches no argument. Jake doesn't have one to offer.

Instead he pulls the towel from around his hips, leaving himself bare, faces the wall and crosses his arms, resting his head against them, sliding down when Bradley pulls his hips, the only point of contact; until his back is arched and his ass is stuck out, firm and pert.

Bradley groans, fingertips digging into the meat if Jakes hips, he presses his denim covered crotch up against Jakes ass and grinds, revelling in the resulting hiss and keen from Jake.

"Beautiful, baby, stay just like that, that's it," he encourages without much thought, stepping back to stroke and pinch at the cheeks, pulling them apart to glance between them, a slight tremble setting in Jakes thighs. He leans down to drop a kiss in the small of Jakes back, shifts his foot to the left and pulls his hand back to land a solid slap to the right cheek, keeping his hand pressed against the skin as though to rub the pain in.

Jake yelps, loud, with the initial contact, a shiver running visibly down his spine. Bradley does it again, a short, stinging volley of three slaps in the same place, changing the position of his hand to land a fourth, up underneath, pulling his hand off to watch the whole thing jiggle satisfyingly.

Bradley barely hears the sobs that Jake lets out as he continues his assault - switching sides periodically, gripping and tugging and massaging the firm flesh, stooping down at one point to lick, bite and drag his teeth over the sensitive skin - he's so engrossed in the act of it, in the sting settling in both of his hands and the sounds of it all as it ricochets around the room.

When he finally does tune back in to Jake, he stops, pulls Jake up, flush against him, every part of them touching, clothes rubbing against sensitive skin.

Jake begs while Bradley runs his hands all over his torso and plays with his nipples. Bradley drops kisses over his neck and shoulders, facial hair leaving irritated skin in its wake, seeing for the firat time just what he's been doing to Jake all this time; his cock upright against his abdomen, leaking freely and a painful shade of red.

"So good for me, sweetheart, can you take some more?" He hums into Jakes ear.

Jake nods into his neck. Bradley can feel the wet smear of tears.

He bends back over with a gentle coaxing and sobs his way through another round of unpredictable strokes from Bradley, starting to shake and tremble, cry and beg as he tries desperately to fall over the edge.

Bradley stops again, a reprieve for his own burning skin. He presses up against Jake, mindless in his own need, craving something, humping almost carelessly, several strokes firm enough to drag across Jakes hole, pushing him into and orgasm that drips and tracks down his abdomen to the floor. Bradley follows shortly after with Jake still whining at the contact with raw skin.