#smutty headcanons

[esha-isboogara]

✦𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼✦ aki & denji

this was originally going to be just denji but i think aki deserves a bit of love too!! i really love these two so much

apparently someone plagiarized my work so if you’ve seen this before that’s why :)!

made a part two

denji ♡

•oh such a sweet boy. he’ll hold the door open for you , pull your chair out before you sit down-he’s offering to help you in anyway he can. anyway.

•compliments you all the time! especially in bed.

• “god you’re just so pretty”. “f-fuck you feel good”. “how can i keep it together when you look so gorgeous”? things like that

•as badly as he wants to dominate you and take control he’s a helpless sub🥺 he just can’t help melting into your touch. how can he control himself when you smell so good and your skin is so soft ?

•has a mommy kink!!! this is pretty obvious from the first time he met you. you made him breakfast and he was just head over heels.

•please please touch him when others are around. he loves the thrill of getting caught. if someone were to see you two then they’d know who denji belonged to. and he is just fine with that

•is not necessarily opposed to being pegged. his body is just so sensitive.

•let him lay on your chest please ! he will try his best not to make it sexual but being so close to your boobs…

•it doesn’t take much to get denji going. everything about you turns him on no matter how simple.

•loves it when you degrade him and then praise him right after. he just wants to be your good boy.

•love bites >>>>

•fuck makima he’s you’re dog now. he will wear a leash and a collar if you asked

•nothing beats having you ride him. absolutely nothing. the feeling of helplessness he gets is second to nothing.

aki ♡

•a gentleman of sorts in his own way. he’s not as driven to help as denji but whenever you need something he’s there in an instant.

•most def a power top. he likes to be in control a good percent of the time. he’ll let you ride him and make you think you’re in control. don’t fall for it y/n aki is always in control.

•often comes home exhausted so there’s lots of late night lazy sex.

•cock warming as well!! he’ll be sitting at his desk filling out boring paperwork as you’re doing your best to keep your cool on his dick

•he is so good at eating pussy it’s almost insane. this man knows his way around down there.

•unlike denji he does NOT get a thrill from public sex. he much prefers to do it in the privacy of his own home. though if he’s drunk enough he won’t turn down a quickie in the bars bathroom

•it takes a bit for aki to get comfortable with degrading you fully. he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings :( he loves you y/n you’re not a stupid slut unless you want to be

•most definitely has a power imbalance kink. call him master/sir in bed.

•is hesitant about sex after denji and power moved in but once he received a few dozen blowjobs under a blanket during movie night he warmed up to the idea

[daisynik7]

Any smutty headcanon you want about Eren pleeease, I’m in a brainrot for him rn and Iooove how you portray him. I should study for my exam but this is definitely better ilyyyy

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took a while! I hope your exam went well and I hope you enjoy these smutty headcanons for everyone’s favorite: Frat Boy!Eren. I can never get enough of him! ily too nonnie! thanks for the request. 😘

Frat Boy!Eren is as stereotypical as they come. He walks around campus in his letters and backwards baseball cap, a smug grin on his face whenever he walks by a group of girls, head following them as they pass, checking them out. 

Frat Boy!Eren is obnoxious in the library, surrounded by his bros, doing the bare minimum to be quiet as they snicker loudly, tossing crumpled pieces of paper at each other. Eventually, the librarian comes to scold them, but, as usual, he works his charm, apologizing with his sweet smile and emerald eyes, enough to get off with only a warning. 

Frat Boy!Eren is the life of the party. He’s the self-proclaimed frat star of his brotherhood, always the first to get things started with a round of shots. How does that saying go? Beer before liquor makes you sicker, liquor before beer you’re in the clear? Well, he takes that to heart, downing shots of cheap vodka first, then moving on to shotgunning beers, which, of course, he’s the fastest at. And it’s not a party without a keg stand. He does it with ease, Connie and Jean on either side of him, chanting, “Drink, motherfucker, drink!” as he hangs upside down, chugging it. 

Frat Boy!Eren sobers up outside, inhaling the crisp night air into his nostrils. He spots you, the shy girl from one of his classes, standing on the other side of the balcony. Looking as cute and innocent as ever. And, as his reputation precedes him, Frat Boy!Eren adores virgins. He wants to be the one to corrupt you. 

Frat Boy!Eren approaches you, breath heavy with liquor, whispering in your ear, “What’s a sweet girl like you doing here?” And when you reject his advances, claiming he’s too drunk to even get it up, he chuckles, saying, “If I’m sober the next time you see me, do you promise to let me fuck you?”

And while you’re usually not attracted to assholes like Frat Boy!Eren, something about him arouses you, aside from his obvious good looks. Maybe it’s the way he thinks he’s got you figured out, when in reality, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. 

So, as promised, the next time you see Frat Boy!Eren, he’s sober for the first time at a party, waiting for you to approach him. When you find him, you immediately drag him to the closest bedroom upstairs, locking the door, hungry for his cock. He lays his head back against the pillows, arms resting behind his head, watching as you strip naked for him, rubbing your clit eagerly. When you sink down on his throbbing dick, he moans. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“You like this sweet, virgin cunt, don’t you?” you tease him, rocking your hips back and forth. Frat Boy!Eren nods, eyes shut in ecstasy, hands gripped to your waist, bouncing you on his lap. His thrusts quicken, your ass smacking on his thighs lewdly. And with your mouth sucking on his ear lobe, you whisper to him, “Fill me up. Breed me.”

And Frat Boy!Eren shouldn’t be turned on by this. In fact, he should be totally freaked out. He’s too young to be a daddy! But as you squeeze around his cock, milking him for everything he’s worth, he can’t help but want to do exactly what you tell him. He shoots his load inside you, too fucking intoxicated by your wet pussy to pull out. He reaches for your clit, rubbing it with his thumb, and soon enough, you’re creaming around him, your combined mess slowly spilling onto his lap. He doesn’t panic about coming inside you, because as you cuddle in bed, you reveal to him with a small laugh that you’re actually on birth control. However, he does panic at how okay he is with it even if you weren’t. Or how happy he is to be snuggled in your arms. 

Frat Boy!Eren doesn’t do relationships. But with you, he’ll make an exception. 

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 12. corruption kink

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “not so angelic”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

pairing: omega ghoul x gn!angel!reader

a/n: this one has been in the back of my mind for a while now. this one is a little more dark than the previous ones. viewer discretion is advised.

cw: nsfw content. corruption kink. dub-con. kinda primal play-idk (?). stalker omega. virginity loss. rough sex. outdoor sex. penetration. marks and hickeys. bites. slight masochism from reader.

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“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” —❤︎

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every winter season, omega finds himself trudging out of the ghoul den, unglamoured and keeping himself hidden in the shadows as he observed the joyous season of christmas.

it was a rather simple holiday to the quintessence ghoul. a time where friends and family come together to enjoy the fleeting wonders this winter holiday had to offer. chestnuts roasted over a crackling fire, accompanied by the fresh aroma of peppermint and mistletoe. omega found solace in christmas. to be able to have so much fun and create a beautiful warmth in the most dangerous season of the year. he found beauty in that.

but, all of those festivities weren’t what caught omega’s eyes about christmas.

just like how demons and ghouls roamed the blackened skies during halloween and the events of november, their counterparts descended from the heavens to help spread christmas spirit, veiled in their disguises to be sure to not give away their holy features.

you were an angel that omega just so happened to stumble upon. he watched you from the branch of a pine tree, being sure to keep himself cloaked in the darkness as he observed you jumping around happily in the snow. he’s been watching you for a while now. you didn’t know him, but you spotted him once during last year’s christmas and gave him a friendly smile— not knowing of his true demonic nature. since then, omega has been hooked. he didn’t have a definite reason on why he was so drawn to you, but the ghoul has found himself trying to find your presence, catching you doing your heavenly duties for the ones above.

omega just found you strikingly beautiful.

while he was observing you from the snowy trees, he noticed how you were frolicking around the snowflakes and singing a sweet christmas tune. how cute, you were having some time to yourself, singing childish carols, but your sweet angelic voice was beautiful enough to serenade the woodland creatures nearby. hell, it was enough to serenade omega himself. your voice was delicate, but it was laced with a certain sweetness that honeyed each word you sung.

it was such a beautiful sound.

omega couldn’t help but wonder how your voice would sound if you moaned his name.

the quintessence ghoul has taken a liking to your… innocence. you were so pure, as white as snow, just like the pearly color of your feathery angel wings, they were like a dove’s. something about that youthful purity drove his mind… crazy. the very thought of numbing your oh so innocent mind, into a broken, sex-crazed bastard was enough to get his dick hard. that just sounded so hot to him. he didn’t care if that made him a creep, he was just yearning to feel your angelic body on his corrupt, demonic one.

omega needed you. he needed to have a piece of that.

he growled lowly and licked his lips as he observed you dancing and singing. omega found himself growing more excited as he slowly got closer to you, creeping down from the branch and slowly approaching you, as you were still oblivious to the piercing slits of omega’s violet eyes staring into your form.

as you neared the end of your song, your eyes slowly opened to look up at the sky. you were about to take a deep breath in to appreciate the chilly air, but an instinctive yelp escaped your throat as you felt yourself get tackled into the snowy grass.

omega hovered over you and snarled as he stared down at you, his face filled with a tainted, greedy desire that only you could satisfy. he let out a low, husky growl and smirked.

“got you.” he teased darkly, and your eyes widened as you stared up at him.

it was a ghoul. you shouldn’t be seen with a ghoul like this— let alone any kind of demon. it was a sin. you struggled and writhed around to try and get free.

“l-let go, demon!” you shrieked, feathers ruffling as you tried to get away. “i can’t be seen with you!”

omega pouted at this. awww, were you trying to escape? too bad, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “awh baby… don’t be like that. i promise i’m a nice demon.”

he chuckled lustfully and lowly, his pupils turning into hearts as he stared down at you, keeping you pinned to the ground. you just winced as you looked up at him, still not exactly picking up what he wants.

“w-what do you want from me..?” you squeaked out, trying not to cry from how scared you were. omega noticed the glossiness in your beautiful eyes.

fuck. that was so hot.

“you, angel.” he stated bluntly and huskily, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i want you.”

he giggled sadistically at your shocked, almost intrigued expression as you reached to his words. you? what could he possibly want from you?

his calloused, dark claws moved to grab a chunk of soft feathers that were on your wings. your entire body jolted from the touch. ah, sensitive wings. that’s okay, it only made things more exciting for omega. he practically moaned when he caressed the softness of your wings, appreciating the delicacy that tangled between his fingers.

“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” he said between rugged breaths, just getting so incredibly riled up from the feeling of getting to touch you.

“you have no idea how badly i wanna fuck you right now..” omega whispered seductively into your ear, hot breath tickling your ear as you squealed. “ruin that angel body of yours… making you mine. i bet the heavens wouldn’t wanna see their precious little angel getting all fucked up by a filthy, lowly infernal now, would they?”

you squirmed again and let a few tears trickle down your cheeks as you got completely dominated by this lowly demon. you couldn’t believe it, to think that one of lucifer’s creations would be here, getting it on with you.

but fuck, the way he touched your wings… that was only the first step into numbing your mind from all of that innocence.

“p-please..” you spoke between muffled cries. “i-i just…”

what were you even trying to say? did you want this or not?

omega just narrowed his eyes down at you, before smirking, and trailing his fingers over to your pristine silky white robe.

he smirked darkly, before completely tearing off the robe in one go, creating a loud rip sound that almost felt humiliating. you gasped loudly and tried to cover yourself, the chilly winds hitting your exposed skin. omega just scoffed and grabbed your wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to the snow floor as he got an eyeful of your sexy, naked body.

“shit. you were hiding all of that this whole time?” omega chuckled, marveling at every curve and dip he saw. “this is a body that’s practically screaming to be fucked.”

his words were so dirty, you weren’t used to it. but there was this strange feeling that drew you to it, his presence, despite how much you were fighting it.

omega makes quick work of his own clothes. he uses his tail to restrain your wrists as he stripped himself of his clothes, being quick and haste, desperate to feel himself inside of you already. after a bit of fumbling, omega is now sitting naked on top of you, his hard cock leaking precum onto your stomach. he stroked himself a few times to smear the precum onto the chub and shaft of his dick, lubing himself up. without even giving you a warning, omega completely thrusted his cock into your virgin hole, making you scream from the searing feeling.

“a-aahhh!!” you shrieked, trying to hold onto the ground as omega thrusted into you wildly. “i-it hurts!! p-please it hurts!”

“you can take it.” omega grunted between thrusts, groaning loudly as he fucked you raw. he was having the time of his life right now, watching your fucked out expression as he pounded into you.

there it was, you were no longer chaste. the very heavenly principle that you valued the most. gone. and yet, you found yourself so fucking turned on by the situation. you didn’t know what it was, why the fear, the thrill, the shame of it all got you so horny. you didn’t even know what it was like to be horny until you met this demon. that feeling of pain soon melted into an intense pleasure that pooled in the core of your stomach, and your legs hooked around omega’s waist while he went to town on you.

“g-god yess! more!” you cried out, tongue lolling out of your mouth while omega hovered over you, fucking you into oblivion. he moaned loudly, and dipped his head down to mark your neck with hickeys while he pounded into you.

“there it is… there’s the slutty little angel i’ve been looking for.” omega grinned into your neck, loving the fact that you were begging for more. you’d claws dug into your thighs, creating bloody scratch marks that only made you moan louder.

you knew that you’d be instantly banished from the heavens if they ever found out about this. mingling with a demon and losing your purity, but you didn’t care, not right now at least. you felt too good, and you were breaking every rule written in the heavens book that shaped who you were. shaped you into the obedient, innocent little angel.

but this? this was not so angelic.

“f-fuck! i need to cum! i need to cum!!” you begged over and over to omega, needing a release. he just growled and bit into your skin as his thrusts got faster.

“oh yeah? you need to cum?” he grunted out, his cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you as he fucked you into the snow. it was like the sheer cold didn’t even matter, because he was fucking you so good that it was warning you up.

“cum for me, angel. show the gods what i can do to their precious angels.”

that line just does it for you. you whined loudly and came hard with a whimper, body spasming wildly as your cum creamed omega’s cock. the quintessence ghoul also groaned loudly and came deep within you, his hot cum filling your insides up completely.

omega sighed heavily and stayed inside of you, watching your form pant heavily and trying to register what happened.

you… you just had sex with a demon.

you didn’t even have the time to properly register what happened, because omega started thrusting again, making you cry out loudly. this was just the start.

omega gritted his teeth and spoke to you in a sultry, lusty voice that you will never forget.

“you’re mine, angel. always will be. i’ll show the heavens that you belong to me, and nothing will change that. if i have to keep fucking you to show that, then so be it. i don’t want you to be bound by their petty little rules.”

he thrusted harder, and you moaned loudly.

“so… how about it? you wanna keep fucking this demon? or go back to being a little servant for some feathery pricks.”

you could only whimper and nod in response, completely consumed by this feeling. this feeling of darkness and lust that you loved to taste.

“please.. more.”

the moment you spoke those words, you felt your crystal clear angel wings, wilt into a shadowy, charcoal color.

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[honeeslust]

Benimaru | a fiery fantasy

🖤 forgive me! I just got my first taste of Benimaru and I’m so down bad rn!!

It’s the way his permanent scowl slightly wanes as his eyes feast over your naked body.

The look of desperation in your eye calls to the primal beast within him.

It’s the way he needs your sweat, your tears, you cum. All of which is for him and him alone.

You take his fingers into your warm mouth, sucking just slightly. His pleased and breathy groans are stirring at the sweet center of your core, making you suck harder while you tease at the knot of pleasure gathered under your pulsing clit.

You all but cream at the sight of him looking down at you like you the pathetic little love doll that you are. Your eyes wide open and rimmed with your mascara tears imploring him to give it all to you. His pain, his frustration, even his hate. You’ll take it all. If only to provide him with his most basic primitive need for release.

Truth is, you could never tell him how much you long to be his filthy little cum slut, so you decided to just show him.

From the honey pot 🍯

[skeleboiii84]

Heya! I was just wondering if you ever had the time, could you do a (separate) nightmare, Mutt and dust x their s/o who loves to just randomly rubbed or squeeze their hip bones?

Ofc I can darling I apologize for the hold up! 🙇‍♀️

Enjoy~

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If you randomly rubbed up on their hips🔞👀

Nightmare:

Oh oh nah, you betta run

He's not gonna let you get away with such a seductive tug on his hips (which is one his most sensitive spots)

He might jump, watch as his face turns a bright blue as he whips his head around towards you

He's pinning you down over the counter/sofa/table/bed whatever's accessible and you better prepare your body for the fuckin of its life-

Mutt:

He'll definitely lean back into your touch, as like nightmare it's one of his sensitive spots

Man literally has no shame either like you'll be rubbing up and down his hips as he's leaning back and will deadass whine if you stop

Mf will probably whisper dirty shit in your ear like "what?, ya like seein me all bitchy for ya huh?" Smirk and bite your ear

You better pray for your legs cause you just signed up for hours of pound town

Dust:

Dust is a little bit different in the sense he wouldn't be the type to fuck you senseless for it, nah he got other kinks

He'd just stand there and let you grip and pull at his hips and cuddle him from behind

However, he WILL fuck you senseless if you rub his hips and grind on him from behind (oh honey take your chances if you dare because Jesus this mf will leave permanent bruises on your hips)

But most of the time he sees it as a little quirky way you show your affection, he thinks it's adorable when he's doing something and you come up behind him rub his hips and nuzzle into his neck

[iridecsense]

mha characters x chubby!gf headcanons - m.

ft.୭̥⋆*— i.midoriya, k.bakugou, t.amajiki

contents୭̥⋆*— fluff, smut, kinks

author's note୭̥⋆*— these are more like mini-fics than headcanons at this point. a peace offering for Lip Smacker’s delay. it’s coming I promise! this is a college au, meaning all characters are aged up to 18+ consenting adults, more specifically all characters are in their 20s

izuku midoriya

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — when izuku first saw you he immediately thought, 'cute'.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — you were eating at the dining hall with ochako. he never saw you before, but just by looking at you, he decided he loved your chubby cheeks and round face. to him, you looked like a doll, pretty and soft. And when you smiled? well, that was it for him.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he officially met you at a party and was incredibly nervous around you at first. it didn’t help that you were wearing the sexiest outfit in the room. he was glad that by the time he had gained the courage to talk to you he'd been five shots in, otherwise you'd acknowledge his incredibly red face.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — luckily for him, you did notice his blushing face and stuttered words weren't alcohol induced but because he was crushing on you. truthfully, you'd known for a while he fancied you. he wasn't exactly discreet in his stares. just like how he was staring at you now, with big doe eyes staring down at you like you were his whole world. it's why you gave him your number.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he courted you in the way most girls only dream of. he'd take you on the best dates and bring you gifts, like teddy bears and sweets you liked. He'd give you his jacket if you were cold, brush your hair out of your face when you were talking to him, even walk you to your dorm and call you when he got back to his to talk you to sleep.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — the night you kissed him in front of your apartment door was a night he'd never forget. he'd seared it into his memory, from the feel of your lips, the sound of your shakey breaths, and the softness of your waist in his hands.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — once he had a taste he just couldn't get enough. it was almost impossible to keep his hands and lips off you. he'd gotten so bold that he started kissing and borderline groping you in public or while in the company of others. it started to become a real problem.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — "get a room jagoff!" katsuki grumbled as he threw a pillow at izuku's head while he was on top of you doing some heavy petting on the common room couch.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — you giggled underneath him, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck between your fingers. "maybe he's right," you said. "we should get a room."

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — that was all he needed to sweep you off the couch and carry you to his bedroom.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — izuku is so gentle, he treats you like a porcelain doll. That's what you were to him. "my doll," he'd whisper in your ear as his hands traveled lower, lower, lower... you gasp.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — "you're my sweet doll. my precious little doll. i'm gonna make you feel good okay? you want me to make you feel good, right baby?"

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — you were so soft and warm, he could bury his face in your tits forever. he loved leaving hickies along your body, especially your thighs.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — man did he love your thighs.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he loved the way they encased his hips as he snapped his hips against you. but he most loved them straddled across his own with you bouncing on top, wrapped in his arms, holding you close.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he wants to feel all of you all the time—your soft flesh pressed against his, his strong arms encasing you, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your face contort into visions of ecstasy. his sweet doll.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — "cum for me doll, please," he'd beg, kissing your breasts. "i want to feel my babydoll squeeze around my cock with her pretty little pussy...so warm for me...so tight. does it feel good when i'm inside you? tell me. tell me it feels good."

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — everything is about you. he will spend hours making you come. he'll eat you out till his jaw locks, make you cum around his fingers until you were a sensitive quivering mess and he'll do it gladly.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — all for his precious little doll.

katsuki bakugou

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you had known katsuki briefly in childhood. his family had vacationed one summer in your seaside town and he met you on a particularly hot day at the beach.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you were only ten at the time. your parents let you go off on your own and you found a small cove with a treasury of seashells to collect.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — alas, your pleasant time shifting through sand and mud was interrupted by two thick-headed middle-schoolers. the boys teased and tormented you, calling you names and insulting your appearance and weight.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — around the same time, katsuki was passing by, finding the forced vacation "shitty". he saw the boys picking at you. he was more annoyed than anything. it is one thing to pick on someone younger than you, but a girl?

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he had the gall to step in and teach the bastards a lesson, but before he could move, you had already thrown a powerful punch at one of the assailant's jaw and kicked the other's in the groin.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you had them running off, sniveling with their tails between their legs.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — needless to say, he was impressed.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he came up to you, intending to appraise you in his own way by saying something along the lines of "didn't think a girl could throw a punch like that."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — but you were still shaken by the encounter and the sight of another boy with—let's not pretend—a rather threatening aura, fixed you to defensively throw a second punch straight at his gut.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — somehow, in that moment, you earned his respect.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — once you apologized, having realized your mistake, and the two of you became fast friends. Playing heroes together, exploring the town, swimming in the sea, and eating both your weights in ice cream and carnival foods.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he found you funny, adventurous, and assertive. unlike the "friends" he had back home, you didn't let him order you around or follow him blindly, you walked with him. you were like partners in crime. equals.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he would not say it, but you are what made his summer vacation bearable. leaving was one of the hardest things he had to do as a ten-year-old boy.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "see you next summer?" you asked.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "whatever."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he knew he wouldn't.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he watched you wave through the back window of the car until it rounded the corner and you disappeared. he sank back into his seat and after a while, his parents heard muffled sniffles coming from the back seat.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "are you alright, katsuki?" his mother asked, gazing at her son through the rearview mirror. his eyes were red and full of tears.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "im fine."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it's always the friends you meet on vacation and never see again that leave such deep impressions, right?

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — that is until he did see you again, ten years later, walking around campus as if it were any other day.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it was like seeing a ghost. you looked the same as you did all those years ago.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — well, sort of.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you were still thick, but you certainly grew into yourself as a woman, with the curves to match.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — but it was definitely you. you still had your laugh, your dimpled smile, and the same confidence you had back then. he was glad to know not much changed about you.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he kept an eye out for you whenever he was out. far enough away to where you wouldn't notice him. he didn't know how to approach you. he didn't want to scare you off. for all he knew, you didn't remember him at all. then he would just be some freak who obsessed over a girl he met ten years ago.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it was only when he was sitting at the student union with his headphones in his ears, working on an assignment between classes that he felt a tap on his shoulder.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he took his headphones off prepared to curse out whoever decided to bug him unprovoked when he saw you, smiling awkwardly down at him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "i'm sorry, this may sound weird but you remind me of a childhood friend i had. is your name katsuki by chance?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you remembered.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — and just like that, you were back in his life.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it was awkward at first. you both reminisced about the past and caught up on each other's lives currently. but it wasn't long before you both went back to your antics, joking around, playing video games, and having late-night drives and sleepovers at each other's dorms.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — his friends got to know you as well. some of them even calling you the prettier, nicer version of him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — one night, while katsuki was spending the night in your dorm, the two of you were laying close together on the bed binge-watching Game of Thrones.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "do you think i would look better if looked like that?" you asked, referring to a scene where Daenerys unclothes herself.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "what are you talking about? you want to dye your hair white?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you sucked your teeth. "No. y'know, like if i lost weight. i think i'd get more dates if i looked like khaleesi," you say, half joking.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — katsuki frowned. "don't be stupid."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you looked at him. "what do you mean stupid?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "you don't need to lose weight, especially not for some shit-head guy. your body is perfect the way it is."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — your face flushed. "perfect?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — katsuki looked into your eyes, then down at your lips. without thinking he crashed his lips against yours. you kissed him back, letting your head fall back into the pillow. the rest is history.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he is a little rough, but only because it's hard for him to control these feelings he's had for you for so long. he makes up for it with affirmations, consistent kisses, and pet names.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "my girl..." "baby..." "sunshine..." though, the latter, which he calls you because he met you during the day where the sun shined its brightest, is most often used when he is teasing you for being a brat.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he practically rips off your clothes and his, so desperate to feel you under him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he loves your ass. it's one of his favorite things to grab and smack. he loves the sounds you make when he fucks you, his hips snapping into you so fast you're seeing stars. he loves it when you call his name and claw at his back.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he most likes to fuck you from behind, or while standing up and holding you in his arms with your legs wrapped around him. he liked finding new ways to show you how strong he was, and how your weight would never be a problem for him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "you're mine," he'd pant in your ear. " this ass is mine. theses tits are mine. this pussy is mine. all mine."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — but when you fuck him, that's when he really loses his mind.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — and the way you sucked his dick sent him to the astral plane. and looking down at your pretty face, mouth full of his cock and your pretty puppy-dog eyes.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "f-fuck...you're gonna kill me, girl."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — how lucky was he that he found the girl he couldn't forget after all these years. how lucky was he that you were all his.

tamaki amajiki

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — it was only natural that tamaki was a foodie. he loved food. he spent most of his time thinking about food. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — so did you, considering you had a passion for cooking. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you looooved to cook for your friends. it was your love language. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა —but if you had to pick which out of all your friends you liked cooking for the most, it was tamaki.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — tamaki loved your food. he would always compliment your cooking, even if it was something as simple as ramen. somehow you made it taste so so good. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you often teased him about it, just so you could make him blush.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — it came to a point where you started packing lunches for him and making him dinner on weekends. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — mirio would tease the two of you about it a lot. one time mirio caught you giving tamaki his lunch for the day in a cutesie bento box and joked, “it’s like you’re an old married couple!” 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — tamaki blushed profusely and went on a five minute rant about how mirio should be careful about what he says so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — but you werent uncomfortable or embarrassed. secretly you liked the idea of being married to your sweet tamaki. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he did too. he liked it so much that he often had dreams about it. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you’d be happily married together, and you would keep cooking him delicious foods and he would spoil you rotten and you’d have his kids. you’d be the perfect happy family. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — if only he had the courage to ask you out first. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he tried many times, but he would get so embarrassed he would turn into a bumbling idiot and you would be your sweet self and try to talk him down. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “it’s okay tamaki, you dont have to say anything if you don't want to.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — it wasnt that he didn’t want to, it was that he was scared. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you were the beautiful, bright, bubbly, y/n. you were worlds ahead of him, probably so high you couldnt see him the way he saw you. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — oh, but you did. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — tamaki’s birthday was around the corner and you spent days trying to make the perfect cake. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you practically slaved in the kitchen and spent absurd amounts of money on ingredients to make several different batches of cake. you wanted everything to be perfect because you were going to confess to him that day and you couldnt give your crush a shitty birthday cake when you’re professing your love. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you spent days in that kitchen, even falling asleep in it a few times, covered in flour and chocolate. nonstop it was, wake up, bake, get ready for class, go to class, bake again, pass out. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — your friends barely saw you, and in your frenzy you’d forgotten to pack lunches for tamaki all week.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he grew worried, and on friday night, the day before his birthday, he went to your apartment to check on you. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you were sitting in front of the oven, watching the cake rise and slowly nodding off to sleep when you heard your doorbell ring. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — jolting up you looked down at the lockscreen of your phone on the counter. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ”SHIT!” it was friday. you usually cook dinner for tamaki on fridays. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — rushing to the door you primped yourself the best you could and opened it, revealing tamaki. he looked down at you, covered in flour and frosting. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “is everything okay, y/n?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “yeah, of couse everythings fine why do you ask?” you grin. liar.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “can i come in?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — and how could you say no to him and his pretty eyes? 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — so now tamaki was in your apartment, and you were desperately trying to figure out how to convince him to leave before he found the dozens of failed cakes in your kitchen. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “i came by because i’m worried about you,” he said. “i havent seen you all week.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — your heart practically melted. you tried to tell him you were just busy with homework you procastinated doing, but he didnt seem so convinced. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — then, the scent of burnt surgar started to fill the room, and tamaki smelled the air, his head turning towards the kitchen. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “is something burning?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — then the smoke detector went off. your eyes widened. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you ran for the kitchen, tamaki following after you to help. cake number 16 had burnt in the oven and a thick fog of smoke filled the kitchen. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you worked quickly to get it out the oven and shut it off. tamaki found a kitchen towel and fanned the smoke away until the detecter went silent. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — once everything seemed to be handled, he took in the state of your kitchen, full of ‘failure’ cakes that said “happy birthday, tamaki!”, “i love you tamaki”, and “happy birthday tamaki, lets make out!”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “you were making these for me?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — and the beans were spilt. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you admitted to tamaki that you had spent the week baking him birthday cakes because you wanted to make something perfect for him and because...

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “i love you,” you confessed, nervous of the outcome, but glad to have finally said it. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — just like that, you gave tamaki the best birthday gift he could ask for. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — a smile spread across his lips and he took your hand in his. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “i feel like i should have been the one to tell you that first.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he swiftly pressed a kiss onto your lips, pulling away only slightly, to gage your reaction. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you smiled and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — the kiss grew heated and he began pushing you back into an empty counter where he lifted you up with ease, entraping himself between your legs. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he trailed kisses down your neck where he licked a spot of chocolate icing left behind. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — your shaky moan was all it took for him to rip off your apron and blouse. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — his tongue trailed along your body, licking and sucking your breats while he dove his hand under your skirt and rubbed you through your panties. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “does mommy...want daddy to make her feel good?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — oh, god yes! 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you captured his lips into a sloppy kiss, rocking your hips into his hand. somewhere in the thick of things, you got you hands on the can of whipped cream you left out. gently pulling tamaki’s lips from your neck, you held the whipped cream between your bodies. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — smirking you tilted the nozzle down at your chest, and swirled whip cream on your chest and nipples. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “oh, mommy.” he moaned, immediatly diving his face into your tits, lapping and sucking the sweetness off and leaving hickies on your chest in the process. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — his hands were fumbling with the belt of his jeans, pulling down the zipper to fish out his cock. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — can you believe he fucked you on that countertop?

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he drove his hips into like his life depended on it. all this time he spent pining for you came down to this moment, and he couldnt be happier to get lost in your pussy. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “y’feel so good,” he’d pant. “’g’na cum so hard mommy...g’na fill you up... get you pregnant...yeah...you like that? daddy’s gonna breed you, baby.... ‘n make you his”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — between his cock and his dirty words, you came so hard you saw white. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he came too and kept his promise, filling you up with his cum. he kept his cock inside you and pressed his hand against your stomach. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “you keep it in there, okay?” he slurred. “don’t let it come out. imma take care of you. i’m gonna marry you. i love you. i love you so much.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he held you close, and kissed you softly. 

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — that was the first time you ever truly considered getting off the pill. 

[ravenshavenn]

Dominant Snape headcanon

NSFW - Snape X reader

summary - what happens when Snape's in the mood to be dominant involves mentions of spanking, bondage, ect

It wouldn't be often that Severus was in a hard dom mood but it normally occurred when he'd had a particularly tough day or was in a situation where he felt powerless, he knew you'd be more than happy to help him find that sense of control again

Typically it'd begin with him ordering you over to his desk feverishly asking for you're permission that you gave all to willingly

Severus wasn't opposed to ordering you around, you'd receive strict instructions on what position, action or phrase you needed to enact for him

One of his favourite positions was having you bent over his desk in a skirt. Showing off you're ass and already soaked panties to him

He adored you're reactions to spanking watching you're skin flush and the mix of pain and pleasure clearly portrayed on you're face, having you bent over his knee always sent a thrill through him like nothing else

After that he'd run a finger between you're folds playing with you're slick ensuring that he had access to you're clit at all times

The amount of edging Severus enjoyed putting you through on these occasions was wonderfully torturous, normally starting with a wave of his wand that would secure you're wrists and ankles to the bed, digging into you're skin slightly if he thought you needed extra punishment

He wasn't a fan of gags however, he loved to hear the noises you'd make and your desperate pleas for more, for anything that he could give you, it was like music to his ears

Although he was pleased with his discovery of muggle sex toys and would often spend time adapting spells or charms along with the odd potion to simulate items that he found, these projects often leaving him hard and more than ready to test them out on you're bound body

However, there was only so much teasing that he could take himself and often cut his plans short with the need for you being to overwhelming to ignore, promising himself that he'd last longer next time to no avail

After teasing you relentlessly you're tight, warm depths felt like heaven as he pounded into you, you're cries of his name echoing around the room leaving no one to any questions of who you belonged to

Sir, however was a nickname he'd been surprised by at first but with the eager twitch his cock had given in response he quickly settled into your fantasies

While grinding his hips against you he'd ensure to bite down onto you're neck, chest, shoulder anywhere he could leave a mark on you

Afterwards he'd lazily stumble to the bathroom retrieving homemade ointments and potions to sooth you're aching body while admiring the various marks he had just left, smiling to himself at the thoroughly satisfied and sleepy smile on your lips

With a few extra kisses and praise of how well you had done he'd wrap you up comfortably in bed with him making sure you knew just how much he loved you

[indigostreaking]

oooooh okay so, can you do a smutty headcannon of like make up sex after an argument with the guys?

Of course! Anything for a fellow Danny girl 🤭

I tried to include a variety of arguments/makeups..so hopefully this is what you wanted 😅

😤 Smutty stuff below, so 18+ only 😤

WARNINGS: begging, oral(f receiving), a bit of praise, a bit of degradation, some crying, some cum play if you squint, daddy kink if you squint, oral(m receiving), and mentions of gagging/choking/drooling. If I missed any, I’m so sorry! 🫶🏻 also this is mostly unedited, so ignore any typos pleaseeee!

Josh:

“I’m so tired of everyone taking his side! It’s just as much my band as it is his,” he spat the words at you with venomous ire. You hadn’t intended to take Jake’s side when you mentioned that the riff sounded fine to you. The perfectionist in your sweet Joshy took over on recording days, and you knew better than to let yourself get dragged in…usually.

“Josh, I—I’ll see you at home,” you shot back, not willing to apologize when you did nothing wrong. He glared at you before crossing his arms and turning away. Fine. You gathered your things and drove home steaming mad.

A few hours passed, and you heard the front door ease open. “Baby?” He called out softly. You sat quietly, still upset with him for his outburst. His footsteps closed in before the bedroom door swung open slowly. “There you are,” he grinned, raking his fingers through his curls nervously. You raised an eyebrow at him and held a straight face before turning your attention back to the book in your lap. “I’m so sorry,” he nearly whispered, but you heard his voice crack.

“Yeah?” You asked, playing dumb and barely looking up at him as he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, climbing from the foot up towards you.

“Yes, baby…so…so..sorry,” he crooned, punctuating each word with a kiss as he trailed a line up your leg from your ankle to your knee. A smile twitched at the corner of your mouth. “Let me make it up to you?” He asked cautiously, inching higher and higher up your thighs.

“Hmmm,” you placed your finger on your chin as if you were deep in thought. “I dunno…I think I wanna hear some begging,” you smirked down at him playfully and he raised his eyebrows.

“For your forgiveness or to taste your sweet pussy?” He replied teasingly with a lazy smile oozing with confidence.

That look alone made your heart rate quicken, but you steadied yourself, putting on a bored facade and turning your attention back to your book. “You should be groveling at my feet right now, Joshua,” you said plainly.

“Oh, baby, you know I worship you. I’ll kiss the ground you walk on, if only to make you happy,” he purred, nipping at your inner thigh.

“Well, let’s hear it then,” you replied breathily. He looked up at you through his long, dark lashes and his eyes darkened a shade.

“Please, please, pleeeease,” he whined, crawling up your torso and kissing every inch of exposed skin that he encountered on the way. When he finally made it up to your neck, he sucked a spot below your ear, swirling his tongue across the red mark he left behind. “Please let me bury my face,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, “in this perfect little cunt and make you cum on my lips,” he finished with a growl. You let out a low hum of approval, and he kissed his way back down your body, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and gently tugging them down. You reached down, tangling your fingers in his curls and guiding his face exactly where you needed him. He hummed against your slick before easing his tongue between your folds, rubbing your clit with his nose as he leisurely lapped at you, taking his time to savor you completely. Your hips bucked as he drug his flattened tongue from your slit up to your bundle of nerves, making you squirm beneath him. You clamped your thighs around his face, unable to hold in the moan that tore through you as he slid a finger into your core. He curled and uncurled his finger slowly, beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, cum pretty for me, baby,” he cooed as he worked you. You noticed the subtle movement of him rutting against the bed, and your breath hitched. Your moans got louder as the knot in your tummy coiled tighter and tighter, until you finally came undone. His eyes rolled back as you soaked his face with your release. Once he was sure you had rode it out, he pulled away with a proud look on his face as he crawled up your torso once more. “Forgive me, yet?” He leaned in and kissed your lips, pushing his tongue between them so you could taste yourself.

“I think I could use a little more persuasion,” you teased. His smile widened as he pulled away and hurriedly stripped off his clothes.

“Oh I’ll give you more,” he said haughtily, and you giggled as he eagerly climbed on top of you.

Jake:

Jake had never been what you would consider punctual, but it wasn’t like him to not at least text you and let you know when and why he’d be late. You checked your phone once more and loosed a sigh. 30 minutes was long enough, so you called over the waiter, paid your bill, tipped generously, and left.

Once you were home, you thought about calling to tell him off, but dismissed the idea, opting to take a long shower instead. As you let the warm water wash over you, your mind started to wander. Suddenly, you realized just how disappointed you were. The lack of consideration from Jake made your heart ache, even if it wasn’t like him to let you down like that. You weren’t sure when the tears started, but rushed to wipe them away when you heard the front door open.

“Baby, can I come in?” He asked tentatively from right outside the bathroom door. You hesitated, still wiping away your tears and hoping the shower disguised the redness and puffiness of your eyes.

“Yeah,” you sighed. He stepped inside silently and the shower door slid open at a snails pace, as if he was unsure of what to say. He looked distraught and regretful standing there offering you a feeble smile.

“I am so so sorry, love. I was at the studio and I guess the time got away from me,” he admitted timidly. It was like the levee holding back your tears broke once more. The stinging pain at the back of your throat had you choking back your muted sobs. “Hey, heyyy, please don’t cry,” he pleaded in a hushed tone. You shook your head, unable to even look at him right now. He quickly peeled off his clothes, carelessly piling them in the corner before stepping into the shower with you and wrapping you in his arms. He tried to soothe you by gently patting your back and making soft shh sounds like you would for a baby.

Once you were able to speak, you said, “You know, I’m not even mad, Jake.” He nodded, grateful that you weren’t angry, but clearly still concerned. “I-I just missed you,” your voice cracked, and Jake pulled you closer, diligently kissing away your tears.

“I know, baby, I know,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead as he held you tight. “I’m so sorry, but I’m here now,” he affirmed softly and you sighed, letting what was left of your barriers crumble. You looked up at him for a moment, admiring how warm his eyes appeared when they were looking at you, how his wet hair started to curl in strands around his face, and how pillowy soft his lips looked—especially when he licked them. You leaned forward, placing your palm against his sun kissed cheek and pressed your lips to his, parting yours slightly as the kiss deepened. Your tongue advanced, finding his and engaging in a intricate dance that had you feeling lightheaded. He hooked his hand under your knee, lifting it up to his hip and carefully pinning your back against the wall. He paused briefly, his stiff cock already nudging at your entrance. “Can I—” he began to ask for permission, but you interrupted him with an impatient nod as you rocked your hips forward, eliciting a breathy gasp from him as he slipped in to your core. His eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, filling and stretching your cunt in an intoxicating way

“Jake,” you moaned his name softly as he fucked you steadily, taking his time to hit all your hidden places with every thrust. Your skin prickled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a line of wet kisses across your collarbone. Your back was flush against the cool tile, which was a stark contrast to the hot water raining down on to the two of you. “Please don’t stop,” you whined, desperately digging your nails into the meat of his ass as you tried to coax him deeper. Your whole body shuddered when your orgasm exploded out of you, making your legs tremble so much that Jake had to steady you.

“Fuck,” he murmured as his thrusts started to falter slightly. Every time he felt you clench around him, he had to bite back another moan to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. He was determined to watch as you rode out your high, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he bottomed out. You moaned his name breathily, and that sent him careening over the edge he had been teetering on. He growled as his twitching cock spilled inside you, dripping down your thigh after he unsheathed. “Tomorrow, I’ll make it up to you… I promise we’ll spend the whole day together,” he managed as he caught his breath. “We can go to that one place you love…or we can do whatever you want,” he smiled down at you sweetly and you felt your cheeks flush.

“That sounds really nice…but I just want you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, sucking his lower lip between your teeth and tugging gently. He smiled into the kiss, letting out a low rumble of a laugh as he reached back to shut off the water.

“I think I can work with that,” he purred, smirking as he slid open the shower door before abruptly scooping you up into his arms bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom. You squealed his name as you bubbled with laughter. He smacked your ass playfully before kicking the bedroom door shut behind you.

Danny:

“I told you not to book it for this fucking early,” he groaned as the Uber pulled in to the airport drop off zone.

“I don’t want to hear it, Daniel. This early would have been fine if you had gone to bed at a reasonable time like I told you to,” you spat back, grabbing your own bag from the back before he could even offer to get it for you. When you finally made it to the flight check in desk, you were told not that you were too late, which was not surprising. You managed a smile and a gracious thank you when the nice worker offered the two of you upgraded seats on the next flight. All you had to do was hang out for another couple of hours.

“Wow, it’s almost like we should have just booked the later flight to begin with,” Danny said sarcastically as he followed you towards the waiting area. You shot him a menacing look before turning to face forwards again.

“You just aren’t capable of admitting when you’re wrong, are you?” You asked with an exasperated sigh as you found a seat in the corner by a phone charger.

“I can admit that I’m wrong…I just never am,” he replied with a devilish smirk. You cringed and jerked your leg away when he placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed gently. Like hell you’d let him touch you right now. At this rate you weren’t sure you’d let him touch you ever again, you thought to yourself before pulling your AirPods out of your bag and carefully nestling them into your ears. You cycled through a few songs before finally designing to turn on the true crime podcast you friend had been begging you to listen to for months. You ignored him the rest of the time you spent waiting, finishing nearly 3 episodes before it was time to board. Once you were on the plane, you spitefully made sure to sit in the window seat. You expected to hear him complain, but weren’t bothered that he remained quiet. You put your headphones back in and fell asleep listening to music, waking up as the plane stuck the landing in the next city.

Danny picked up the rental car as you tracked down your baggage, and you rode in silence to the hotel. He dropped you off by the door, and you went to check in while he found a parking space. You handed him a key card and headed towards the elevator without explanation. He could grab the bags or you’d just worry about your suitcase tomorrow since all your immediate necessities were in your carry on. You unlocked the door to your room, loosing a sigh of relief knowing that the day was nearly over. You always hated travel days.. You sat down on the edge of the bed, clicking through the channels on the small tv until the door swung open again. Danny walked in and carelessly tossed the bags on to the extra bed with a drawn out sigh. You bit back a snarky remark, pretending that you hadn’t seen him treat your luggage so roughly. You watched as he strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. You averted your eyes as he undressed and stepped in, busying yourself with unpacking your toiletries bag.

After a few moments, he walked back out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips. “You ready to lose that attitude yet?” He asked casually, as he walked past you towards the bedroom area. You pretended to not hear him, taking the time to carefully unpack all of your skincare supplies to prepare for your nighttime routine. You didn’t hear him sneak back across the room, but you felt his calloused hands settle on your hips. You glanced up into the reflection of the mirror and audibly groaned when you saw his smirking face behind you. “I bet I know what would help,” he said suavely, leaning in to kiss and nip at your neck playfully. You hated how unfair this felt because he knew how much you loved being kissed there. You took a deep, steadying breath and decided that two could play that game.

“Yeah, what’s that?” You asked, trying to play dumb, but not doing a good job at masking the tension in your tone. Before he even had a chance to answer, you spun around abruptly to face him, digging your pointer finger into his chest as you pushed him away. “You gonna fix me with your big. magic. cock. daddy?” You said as sarcastically as you could muster, making sure to put a whine in your voice for the ‘daddy’ bit. A look of shock spread across his face, filling you with pride until the look transformed into lustful curiosity. He smiled slightly, exuding arrogance as he looked down his nose at you.

“Why are you always such a fucking brat?” He asked in a dramatically frustrated tone. He sighed loudly, like an exhausted parent as if he didn’t know what to do with you and was already tired of your shenanigans. You glanced down, surging with pride when you noticed the tent he was pitching in his pants revealing how he really felt.

“Because you drive me insane!” You shot back, playing into the drama even more by crossing your arms again and giving him your best scowl.

“Well..ditto, you mouthy bitch,” he replied so plainly that you were caught off guard. Your mouth fell open in genuine shock because as far as you knew, he’d never called you a bitch before—at least not to your face. You expected to be angry, and he probably expected you to be, too…but you strangely didn’t hate it. You still swatted at him, trying to push him away—or pretending to try anyway. Without another word, he pursed his lips and dodged your hands, bending down, gripping right above your knees and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up in one fluid motion. You writhed and kicked, smacking his shoulder and back as you tried and failed to free yourself. He shook his head and shook with quiet laughter.

“I fucking hate you,” you ground out as he easily carried you across the room. You were honestly annoyed at how aroused you were right now, and you were even more annoyed when laughter bubbled out of you as he tossed you onto the bed. You scooted towards the headboard until you could lie back with your head on the pillows and watch him crawl up your body tauntingly slow. He used one hand to grip the waistband of your panties and yank them hard, causing the fabric to rip and fall away like tissue paper. You took a deep breath, turning your face away from him again. His breath coated your neck as he peppered kisses across the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply before sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder just enough to wring a gasp from you and leave a faint indentation behind. You didn’t see him toss his towel, but you heard the smack of the wet material landing on the tile floor near the door.

“I hate you, too,” he whispered against the shell of your ear between kisses that trailed from your jaw down to your collarbone. Your heart raced when he used his knees to gently spread your legs open wider so he could settle between them. His index finger skated up slowly from your knee, pausing just before it found the wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. “Maybe I should fuck you like I hate you?” He mused lazily, trailing his finger up higher until he could feel the heat radiating from your core, then coming to a stop. “Maybe I should just fuck you right into the mattress so hard and deep that the headboard thumping wakes the neighbors?” He sounded amused, and you had to admit that it was a tempting offer, even if you were still annoyed with him and his antics. You tried to ignore the thought along with the dull, throbbing ache that you felt between your thighs.

“Do it then,” you challenged, jutting out your jaw and quirking an eyebrow defiantly. Without warning, he suddenly had your wrists pinned above your head with one hand while the other delicately traced the curve of your cheek. You held your breath as the tip of his cock prodded at your entrance. He paused, smirking down at you as he thrusted forward, slipping in to the hilt with a small gasp as you stretched around him.

“Fuck,” was all he could manage with his cock still buried so deep inside you. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in, over and over. The lewd sound of his skin colliding with yours filled the room. You were already sweaty and panting by the time he had started absolutely railing you into the bed, pounding into you with vicious snaps of his hips. You hadn’t noticed how quiet you had gotten until he whined, “Let it out, wanna hear you say my name…please.” The tinge of desperation urged you to cry out, whining and writhing beneath him as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. Something had snapped within you, and a tidal wave of pleasure rushed over you. You nearly blacked out from the intensity, getting lost in the haze of wave after wave cresting and washing over you as he deftly fucked you through it. His name fell from your lips, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic until you felt his body shudder as he threw his head back, moaning as he pulled out at the last second and painted your heat with his cum. He carefully reached between you, trailing his finger through the mess before bringing it to your lips. You felt delightfully naughty when you took his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean and releasing it with a pop. He smiled down at you lovingly, looking as flushed and fucked out as you felt, before hopping out of bed. You watched his cute butt jiggle as he walked away, returning quickly with his half hard cock still weeping as it bobbed through the air. He cleaned you up with a damp hand towel and tossed it to the floor before plopping down beside you with a content sigh. You curled around him and laid your head against his chest, listening as his pounding heart settled and slowed. Apologies could be shared later…for now you wanted to catch your breath and snuggle up next to the beautiful asshole beside you.

Sammy:

You made a note to turn off the auto play feature on your favorite streaming service once you realized what had happened. You debated lying and pretending you hadn’t already seen the next episode of the show you had been watching with Sammy, but you weren’t very good at dishonesty and he was way too clever not to catch on. Defeated, you decided to tell him when he got home, but you hadn’t expected him to be this upset.

After you told him, you watched as a range of emotion flooded out of. He went from confused to angry then sad before finally landing on whatever this was. It felt like a weird mixture of disappointment and surprise, and you hated yourself for being the cause. You watched as he loosed a sigh, wiggling free from his clothes and climbing into bed quietly. He settled into his usual spot, scrolling through his phone much quieter than normal. You had apologized profusely and sincerely; you had even promised that it would never happen again, but it clearly wasn’t enough to fix him. You eased into your spot beside him, not quite daring to get comfortable while you waited for something—anything to happen. After a few moments, you announced, “Sam, I don’t know how else to apologize.” You hadn’t intended to sound annoyed, but it unfortunately came out that way..

“It’s fine!” He lied, and a frustrated sigh escaped you, which pulled his attention towards you. He frowned as he said, “I guess I just thought it was something we did together, but it’s fine.” You knew it was a lie, but your heart broke because he didn’t even sound mad anymore. You rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow and flashing him a mischievous smile. He looked apprehensive, but smiled weakly anyway.

“What if I told you that I might know a way to maybe make it up to you?” You asked slyly, hoping he’d catch the hint as you snaked your hand under the blanket and let it rest on his lower tummy. He smiled weakly and shrugged. You let your hand wander further south until you reached his cock. He turned his hips away, dodging your touch entirely. “Sammy, please let me show you how sorry I am,” you whined, sticking your lower lip out in a pout while fluttering your eyelashes up at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed, but you noticed the faint twitch of the corner of his mouth. You took that as a yes and slid down his torso, pulling the covers up over your head before taking his cock in your hand and licking a stripe up the underside of it from base to tip. The tension in his body melted away, so you continued, taking his length into your mouth and taking immense pleasure from the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth. You delicately tongued the slit at the tip of his cock, using a smooth swirling motion before releasing the head with a pop. He stifled a moan, and you noticed the muscles in his abdomen flutter and twitch. You started to bob your head rhythmically, making sure to occasionally take him deeper down your throat. He lifted the blanket to watch you, reaching down with one hand to form a makeshift ponytail for you. You’d gag and choke, taking him as deep as you could and trying to ignore the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as the drool began dribbling down your chin. You used gathered it carefully with two fingers before carefully maneuvering your hand so you could gently massage his back door. He jumped at the new sensation, but easily accepted it and even moaning for you once he realized you weren’t pushing for more.

“Th-that feels good,” he stuttered as his hips bucked involuntarily, blinking every time he hit the back of your throat. You hummed as you traced small circles with your finger around his entrance, mimicking the circles your tongue was making around his sensitive tip. “Y/n,” he groaned in pleasure tensing all the muscles in his abdomen and training his eyes on you got dangerously close to the precipice of his own orgasm. “G-gonna cum,” he admitted breathily. You swallowed hard, milking his cock with your throat muscles and propelling him over the edge. You appreciated that he always warned you before he came, but you loved the look of amazement and adoration on his face when you made him spill down the back of your throat. When you pulled away, you licked your lips and he used his thumb to wipe the drool off your chin, before leaning in to kiss you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth and undoubtedly tasting himself there. You managed to fight the urge to climb on top of him, but you couldn’t contain the moan that rumbled out of you and into the kiss.

After begrudgingly pulling away with a sigh, you kissed the tip of his nose and giggled when he gave you a lazy smile. “If you want to go ahead and start the show, I’ll make us a pitcher of margaritas and some snacks,” you offered as sweetly as you could, hoping he wasn’t upset still. “I already selected the episode you missed,” you amended carefully.

He nodded and leaned in for one more sweet kiss, softly whispering, “I love you, y/n,” before pulling away and flashing you a goofy grin. You hurried off to the kitchen, making sure to return as quickly as possible so you could watch the show with him this time.

[shingekinomyfeelings]

Did someone say "headcanons about sex with pre-timeskip Paradis! Reiner (aged up to 19 in this scenario) vs sex with post-timeskip Marley! Reiner???"

No? Oh.

Well, I wrote some anyway. Minors DNI fuck off stop liking my smut posts why are you like this

Paradis! Reiner:

For him, sex is how he shows his passion, adoration, and devotion as he enthusiastically takes you in any way you’ll let him – and you’d better believe he’s thought of a lot of ways. Sex with him is generally fun and exuberant, though this sweetheart does of course enjoy soft, emotional sessions that highlight his real, gentle nature.

He has a pretty high sex drive, and once you’re an established couple, he’s not shy about suggesting or initiating it. He can, frankly, be a bit of a horndog, but he’ll never push the issue if you’re not interested. Whenever you’ll allow it, though, he wants to have his hands all over you, your skin against his, touching you almost worshipfully. He’s never been able to give and receive affection like this before, and he wants to explore and experience it to the fullest.

While he’s definitely more dominant-leaning, he’ll certainly let you take charge if you show the inclination – and even encourage it if you’re shy – and his ego doesn’t suffer for it. He’s both amused and aroused when you pin his wrists above his head, letting you play with him as you like, even though both of you know he could flip you off of him in an instant.

He’d be hard pressed to pick just one favorite position. He’s enthralled by seeing your ass jiggle as he pounds you from behind, or your boobs bouncing as he fucks you on the edge of the bed, and nothing is quite as hot to him as folding you into a mating press, but Reiner is really a soft romantic at heart, and he loves the intimacy of looking deep into your eyes in missionary position.

He’s willing to handle you roughly, if that’s what you want, but he’s well aware of his own size and strength, and would absolutely kick himself if he accidentally caused you any real pain, so he’s highly communicative and responsive.

To his initial surprise, he’s seriously turned on when you’re rough in return. Give him a good chomp on the neck as he’s rutting into you, he’ll love it.

The guy is all about giving praise, but gets a little awkward and flustered when you offer it in return. He’d really rather hear your sighs and moans and whimpers, and lose himself in the sounds of you coming totally undone.

Afterwards, he’s just a big cuddly teddy bear, holding you close and peppering you with kisses, every kiss a silent ‘I love you’ as he forgets why he’s come to this island, fully believing for the moment that this is where he belongs.

Marley! Reiner

Sex to him is an expression of of love and trust, emotional and intimate and sometimes a little bittersweet. There’s less wanton fucking and more of souls being laid bare, and many times it feels somehow like it may be your last together. He just always want you to know how much he treasures you :c

Depression and despondency have taken much of his sex drive, and even when you’ve been together for some time, he’s far less forward about initiating intimacy. He’s not much for public displays of affection, but he stays close to you to shield you from whatever harm might come your way. Behind closed doors, gently caressing his cheek or running your hands through his hair will see him melt against your touch. He’s touch-starved and longs to let you show your love, and to show his in return, but too often fears he doesn’t deserve to be loved or feel good.

He’s more of a switch now – he’ll take the lead as you need him to, but something in him craves to be dominated from time to time, to let go of the pretense of strength and embrace the sense that he’s not in control.

This man will still put you in a mating press if you get him riled up and desperate enough, but what he really craves is full-body contact with you, his chest against your chest or back, his hands wandering your body, able to hear your every breath or see every expression that crosses your eyes.

He’s far more restrained and gentle these days, afraid of hurting you. The fact that you’ll even let a monster like him see you this way, touch you this way, means more to him than he can properly express, and he doesn’t intend to betray that trust. He can be coaxed into being more intense, but he’ll remain attentive the entire time, stopping on a dime if you seem to flinch or whimper in discomfort.

On the other hand, he’s quite willing to let you rough him up as you please. It plays into his feeling that he deserves pain.

He’s still full of praise and adoration, but for the love of god, please praise him, too. He needs to know he’s making you feel good, and that his touch can bring something more than destruction.

He’ll always pull you tight against him when you’re done, holding onto you like the world might tear you away from him. He’d rather you pretend not to notice if a few tears slip from his eyes, becase if you cup his cheek with your hand and brush a tear away with your thumb, he might break down entirely.

[junosartsthetic]

hello hello! i saw your post and i head your call. 😌✨ ima giv u a couple names bc i love me some spicy spice😳 

diego brando

johnny joestar

narciso anasui

weather report

rikiel brando

pick anyone you like, i don't wanna overload you! also CONGRATS ON ALL THE FOLLOWERS! I LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOUR EVENT IS SUPER CUTE! SO GLAD YOU MADE IT THIS FAR!!✨✨✨

Thank you, thank you, thank you, beloved! Thank you for all of your choices, as well! I appreciate it. I decided to write a lil bit about everyone's favorite dinosaur. Enjoy!

Warning(s): general sex-talk and nsfw content, minors do not interact

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Diego Brando

This man is a selfish, cocky bastard

And that shows in everything he does

Including sex

At least, that’s the case most of the time

There are very rare occasions when he decides it’s all about you for a night

And while you still have the best sex you’ve ever experienced every other time he’s ever fucked you

There's something about those nights

His slow elegance

His teasing

His tongue drawing circles around your clit, teasing at your entrance with an unparalleled cockiness in his eyes 

He’ll have you cumming multiple times before he even gets his dick involved

He’s good at sex

And he damn well knows it

Which is both a blessing and a curse

A blessing because, well, it’s amazing

A curse because he won’t shut up about it

“Honestly, Diego. Go fuck yourself.”

“Why would I do that when I know you’ll be begging for me later.”

“Damn it, Diego. Get out of my sight.” 

[somemydayy]

Kuroko’s Basketball | Suggestive/Smut HC

Various kinks mentioned under cut. Proceed with caution.

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Types of kinks & fetishes I think they would have: Warning: mentions of BDSM, sir and master kink, size kink, humiliation, nylon, or panty-hose fetish, voyeurism, praise kink, size kink, Impact play ex: spanking etc. (Please tell me if I missed anything else) oh yeah mentions of reader having female genitalia and boobs for some of the so.

Seijūrō Akashi

I suspect he has a sir kink, but he definitely has a master kink, it’s plain as day. Likes being in control and will enjoy you just screaming his name so everyone knows who fucks you good.

Akashi seems like this type to be into BDSM he enjoys being sadistic, destructive even. But he knows your delicate so he holds back most of the time. But he can’t help tying you up and playing with your cunt as he watches you beg for more.

The literal fucker will shame you as he pounds his dick into your dripping mound to overstimulate you. And watch as he eyes you, scream out his name as you bounce up and down his pulsating cock. Whispered then straight up shouts out about all the most lewd positions he’ll put you in. Comments to you how only he can make you feel this god, and you should be greatful, and as he nibbled at the tip of your ears as your cheeks turn scarlet shade of red he laughs at your lewd and fucked out stare.

I can also see him as the type to partake in humiliation; he enjoys the look of your face as it twists in pain, and tears drench down the mounds of your cheeks as he lick them and gives you a knowing grin. He know you get off to it too, he’ll just knows.

But sometimes outside of the bedroom he’ll intentionally make you so angry you couldn’t help, but cry out of frustration. He just loves the way your tears would be dripping down your flushed face and a sadistic smile coats his lips as he hugs you patting your head in the process. To anyone else it seemed sweet, caring, loving almost but you knew the fucker got off on you crying.

Shintarō Midorima

I don’t think it’s so much a kink, but I have a suspicious feeling he’ll enjoy looking at the calendar and marking your cycle. He’ll absolutely do his best to make you feel good by fingering, or dicking you down. But don’t worry, he’ll clean you up right after. A nice shower or bath would be nice, especially since his lucky item for today was a rubber ducky.

Has a thing for personal hygiene, he likes how you file your nails down, and how your skin is always so smooth and spotless. But he also immensely enjoys the act of marking you, leaving love bites against the most noticeable of places. Across the inside of your thighs, and along your throat, behind, and under your ear. He’ll be sure to mark you one way or another. Your his lover after all.

By how tall he is, I do think it’s a major possibility he has a size kink. He immensely enjoys the feeling of how your smaller figure is spewed delicately across his lap as he bear hugs you.

I bet he has a nylon, and panty-hose fetish. He just can’t help but rip a hole at the seam and stuff his hardwood against your leaking core. He’s desperately trying to grasp your legs up and around his middle as he ruts into you. It’s might be overkill but soon he finds himself unable to contain himself and just ends up gizzing all over the pantyhose. Guess he’ll just have to buy you s brand new one or two.

Also another kink I think he’ll have is voyeurism, sometimes he can’t help dropping by your place to lend you a book or pick up another lucky item for the day. He has a spare key you gave him after all, most of the time he makes sure to call ahead of coming over but today it slipped his mind, and in all honestly he thanks the heavens above. Especially when he sees you in all your naked glory, spewed out legs open and pleasuring yourself. He’ll can’t help but continue to watch as you call out his name in raspy and breathless moans, at first he thinks you caught him being s peeping-tom but he hears you say you want more, want him, and only him. He knows it isn’t right but he picked up your schedule, you usually end up pleasuring yourself after each one of his games. He wonders, if you’ll ever come clean about it, but he’s one to talk. Maybe it’s better for both of you if you remain ignorant just for a little while longer that is.

Aksushi Murasakibara

I highly believe he has a size kink. He says he likes tall women. If he does have a tall significant other, he’ll enjoy bending her over and fucking her while she stands arched against a wall. With her ass on full display for him.

On the other hand he’ll definitely fantasize about stretching and destroying her pussy and make her scream out as he bottoms out. He’s so big, I’m certain he’ll hit the cervix in no time. I think if his significant other is of a smaller build, he’ll thoroughly enjoy pounding into her, seeing her be engulfed by his dick, going in and out of her at a alarming pace as she cries out in pain and ecstasy. He immensely enjoyed the rush.

Impact play; with his hands I honestly do believe he’ll enjoy the feeling of his palms on your ass, he’ll enjoy the sensation of palming, spanking and hitting your bottom until it’s red as a tomato. And I believe he’ll smirk while palming your ass before harshly raising his hand to spank your ass cheeks one at a time. Leaving his massive hand print on both cheeks.

More so I do believe he’ll throughly enjoy the feeling of his significant other’s smaller body pressed up against his chest; especially the way your boobs would be squished up against him, it’ll drive him insane.

Definitely has a praise kink, liked being told he’s big, and they can’t take him any longer since she’s a giant. He likes it when his significant other offers him snacks after being intimate. Sometimes he feels like it’s a bribe, but what can he do he just likes you too much to say otherwise.

Daiki Aomine

What can I say, he’s a boobs guy. He likes them big, he enjoys his idol magazines, but damn the real thing was a thousand times better especially how big, perky and soft your’s were.

He just loves the feel of your chest pressed up against his hands, chest, face. He’ll definitely seem like the type to motorboat your boobs. He immensely loves the feel of your delicate and tender flesh against his hands, but most of all he likes licking and sucking on them just as much, or even more.

I also see Aomine as the type to be a Switch. As you know, he’s quite lazy hence all his naps on tell rooftop. He’ll very frequently just laze around, asking you to do all the work. You’ll straddle, ride him, maybe deep throat him even.

Him being a cocky bastard will automatically tease you and flip you on your back as he laughs tauntingly at you as he kisses up your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

I don’t think he’s the type to be clingy, but he can’t help himself when you complement him. I’m pretty sure he has a praise kink. He just loves it when you tell him, he’s perfect, he’s good with his hands. You being innocent don’t take notice of the eyebrow raise and the sexual innuendo you just spewed out. But he just grins and whispers in your ear saying how you’ll get it all home.

Ryōta Kise

To people whom he acknowledges, Kise often acts cheerful and outgoing while also being a bit dramatic. So you being his significant other he’ll call you (Y/n)-cchi but on the rare occasion he’ll call you by your last name. Usually this happens when he’s serious, mad even.

To you he’s very playful, overly dramatic even. But you never mind. He’s just such a sweety pie. He’s definitely has either a praise or degrading kink. If he has a praise kink he’ll make you whimper, and shout out how good he feels as he fills you up. Asking if it’s enough, adding more pressure to your clit as he thrusts up into you. If he has a degrading kink, he’ll thoroughly enjoy you calling him names, as you take him in one go. I don’t believe he’s a very emotional person, but he is very expressive. So he’ll probably show in his face as he’s almost reached his peak only for you to ask him if that’s all it took for him to cum. He’ll burst at the seams and let out a lewd moan as he released his fill into you.

Sometimes he can’t help, but let you edge him until he almost cums just for you to leave him high and dry. Usually he whines out complaints, and then go to the bathroom to take care of his problem. But on the rare occasion he’ll just lay there, and stare at your figure or back until a brilliant idea pops up onto his head. He taps your shoulder and asks if he can use your thighs, with a soft whine you let out a “yea, sure.” He takes his place against your soft thighs and moves around a bit until he reaches his peak. Morning your name on repeat.

At first it’s soft thrusts but soon it becomes full on rutting. He’ll grab your thighs and slightly lift himself up and rut against your soft plush thighs until your coated in sticky white cum. He’ll probably giggle after finishing, but he’ll always make sure to grab you a towel, and clean you up.

It’s a known fact Kise likes showing off, so he’ll kiss you during practice and hold your hand during halftime. But on the rare occasion he’ll just stuff his face in your neck and sniff you. Kise is very needy, no one can tell me otherwise. Sometimes during half time, he’ll sneak off, and kiss you in a corner of a empty hallway. And it’s obvious as day what you both did as you come back with a hicky or two sometimes even more scattered down your chest and you hurriedly fix your clothes, hair slightly disheveled as you arrive at the court. Kise could only grin teasingly as he placed his coat against your shoulders, and placed a gentle kiss against your cheek, nose and lips. He’s super into pda, and it shows.

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[esha-isboogara]

perv!kakyoin

my first post for my lovley boy

♡hentai themes sort of , all the normal warnings , this one’s a bit tamer than i’d prefer

☆perv!kakyoin who can’t even watch porn anymore if the girl doesn’t look remotely like you. it’s gotten to the point where he’s had to close his eyes and imagine it’s you.

☆perv!kakyoin who has a knack for art and uses it! the amount of straight filth he has drawn in his time is almost unbelievable. he keeps it in a little drawer under his desk for when he needs it. kakyoin has entire hentai series based on the two of you.

☆perv!kakyoin who has a thing for tentacles. he’s so glad you can’t see them. he has them to peer under your skirt , steal your things and ofc have his way with you while you’re asleep. god it’s so hot watching you get off without realizing it’s him.

☆perv!kakyoin who will sneak glances in through your window when you change. or maybe sneak into the girls locker room and sniff your bra.

☆perv!kakyoin who has erotic daydreams about you throughout the day. it’s not like he means to do it but after seeing you look so cute in your uniform he can’t help it.

☆perv!kakyoin will invite you over to his house and spill something all over your clothes. it happens at least once a week at this point. he’ll make you shower and offer you his clothes. wow what a gentleman

☆perv!kakyoin who has gas lit you into allowing him to check your undergarments every morning. just to make sure they’re in good shape and won’t cause you any problems. he just wants to beat for you.

[scavengerssuccotash]

How do you think clintasha has sex like they give me the type to try some bdsm things and sometimes they are soft and then sometimes it’s rough because one almost dies

Was wondering when we would get to the sex. My favorite topic! I could go on for days…ha! Days!

This is pure filth. I am. So. Sorry! 🥴

They are not afraid to experiment when it comes to pleasure in the bedroom. You name it they’ve either tried it or talked about and decided it wasn’t for them. Before Natasha Clint was a bit of a fuck boy. He slept with half of E-wing before deciding to give it a go at stability with Bobbie or Birdie as he calls her. Their relationship might not have lasted but Clint’s fondness for delivering a firm hand stuck around.

I picture both Clint and Nat as switches and very fluid. They don’t subscribe to the rigid boundaries of dominate and submissive, but if forced to pin down a label Clint would argue he’s more of a soft dominate type. He thoroughly enjoys being a tease and toying with Natasha’s pleasure. (The little shit!) He can and has spent an hour or two working her up, be it with his mouth between her thighs or his fingers dancing across her nipples, pinching and twisting them to hard points, Clint finds it intoxicating to see just how worked up he can make her before ultimately sliding in. Will she beg? Will she demand it in Russian? Arabic?…Italian?

It’s safe to say that Clint Barton, master of patience is perfectly content to hold off on his end if it means getting Nat to squirm for it. He is undoubtedly the king of wait and see.

Patience as they say is a virtue.

Clint is also a very adapt dirty talker. He’s filthy, especially when he’s in the throes of his own passion and drowning in Natasha’s encouragements which Natasha of course loves. He’s careful with his word choice I don’t picture him using derogatory language but more praise like. He makes sure Natasha knows exactly how good she feels and just how gorgeous she looks giving it.

Natasha on the other hand likes being in control. There’s something very spine tingling powerful to see a man who has spent twelve hours in the rain perfectly still for a shot completely fall apart beneath her. It’s quite possibly the strongest aphrodisiac she’s ever come across. Sure, she’s brought men to their knees with the swell of her breast alone, but those were weak men, pitiful and pathetic men. Men who held her in no regard to her pleasure or endeavored to ever ask what she might consider an enthusiastic night between the sheets. Clint however. Well, he’s the only man to have ever made her cum with his mouth between her thighs. He is also the only man she would ever allow to hold her down and do all the delicious things he does.

There’s a trust that comes with a certain amount of submission, and if she were to adhere to the strict definition then the trust that she has for and with Clint certainly meets that threshold.

Seriously I could go one for ages on this one. I’ve been thinking about these two fucking since 2012, I have a LOT of brain rot in this area! LOL

As for the soft. When it’s soft, it’s SOFT! I’m talking gentle rocking, a certain four letter word collecting and pooling into clavicles and a lot of open mouthed kisses. When it’s soft it’s slow and tender and healing in a lot of ways, Natasha holds his head to her chest and murmurs her love for him and holds him close with a hand on the small of his back. Clint brushes her hair and promises her the moon with a hand on her hip. Clint might have cried once but he will feverishly argue with you on that. I cannot say for certain. It’s classified.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

a/n: first sleep token fic in this little event 🫣

cw: nsfw content. exhibitionism. voyeurism. semi-public sex. degradation. masturbation. blowjob. kinda has iii x ivy. vessel is a bit of a dick.

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“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” —❤︎

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the moment ii, iii and ivy walked into their recording studio, they were met with a rather… compromising sight.

“… well?”

vessel’s voice ringed out, irritated with his bandmates just standing there. but could anyone blame them? the three of them were stunned, flabbergasted even. they didn’t know what to do.

“well don’t just stand there, you idiots. either you watch the show, or you leave.”

it took a moment for the three of them to even register the sight before them. it wasn’t until iii’s senses came back, and he bashfully shut the door behind them for some reason, he didn’t even know why he did.

what a sight for sore eyes. vessel had you bent over a table that originally had a bunch of sheet music and song lyrics, which were now scattered all across the red-carpeted floor from vessel shoving them off to make room for you. your nails dug into the sides of the table’s surface for support, because vessel’s cock was plowing into your tight, needy hole like it was the last fuck he’d ever have. the fierceness of him stretching you wide for your fellow bandmates to see was only making you more aroused, but fuck was it humiliating.

ii, iii and ivy were stunned, a wave of clashing emotions consuming their minds all at once. ii was stunned, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. iii was being bashful about it, awkwardly looking away and trying to hide the problem in his pants. and ivy, well, he was straight up into it.

“hmm… this is what you do while we’re away, boss?” ivy inquired, his tone of voice not really being questioning, but more so intrigued with a certain lustful tinge. “.. didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“i do.” vessel panted between thrusts, gripping your hair and forcing your head up to show your fucked out face in front of the three masked men watching you.

“consider it an early christmas gift.” the sleep entity managed out, his voice quickly turning into a low, husky chuckle.

“well it’s certainly a good one.” ivy snickered, his tone silky smooth. he turned to face his fellow members, smirking underneath his mask. “isn’t that right boys?”

ii was zoned out, he was too focused on checking yours and vessel’s half-naked bodies out. meanwhile iii snapped his head to ivy’s direction, face tomato red underneath the signature face covering.

he slapped ii’s shoulder to get his attention, and they both nodded.

“totally.”

“uh— yes.”

vessel’s voice was hoarse, trembling with pure lust and desire. he was so goddamn horny just from the feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching him fuck the ever living shit out of you. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. it was one event followed by another, then boom, here you are.

vessel’s strong, veiny hands gripped onto one of your legs and hooked it around his waist from behind, changing the angle and where his thrusts hit inside of you. he started hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars, and you whined loudly.

“shit!” vessel cursed, gripping your hair more tightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “keep making noises like that. i want them to hear how good i fuck you.”

your mind was clouded with pure kinky desire. you could hear the sound of one of your fellow bandmate’s groaning and unzipping his pants, most likely to relieve himself of the boner you and vessel had given him. with this new angle vessel was hitting, you swore you were going to pass out of pure pleasure. it felt way too good to not express it through loud moans, whimpers and cries.

“god fucking damnit.” ii cursed, sagging off his jeans and leaning against the wall to rub his hardened cock. he could not keep his piercing, calculated eyes off of the sight. “i’m so damn horny just from watching this.”

for a moment he locked eyes with you, and that teary-eyed, hazy look on your face only got ii harder, and copious amounts of precum leaked from the head of his veiny length while he jerked himself off.

he never kept his eyes off of you.

as ii was groaning at the feeling of his self-pleasure, iii turned his head to look over at ivy. the guitarist looked so worked up, frustrated and horny from how his leader was going to town on you. he let out little grunts of fury as he desperately tried to jerk himself off.

without saying much, iii gulped, before taking a bold leap, and slipping his head between ivy’s legs, lifting his face mask up a bit to free his mouth. ivy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t object to feeling iii’s warm, wet mouth envelop his dick whole. iii choked and gagged as he took him in deeper, but the salty, almost sweet taste of ivy’s cock was enough to keep him going.

ivy cursed loudly and forced iii’s head down on his cock more, feeling something other than his hand to get him off was so much better. ivy out a loud moan and looking over at vessel and you.

vessel was having the time of his life. he loved the effect that his little sex toy had on the three of them. you just looked so good, your face all fucked out from how many times you came, and ii, iii and ivy were all getting so incredibly turned on from watching you. vessel was enjoying the power he had over his team, it made that dark lust sitting within him brew into something stronger, something that took over his body and made his thrusts more precise, quick and hard.

“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” vessel cried out loudly, his thrusts getting more forceful, and each moan eliciting from your throat got more raspy and needy.

with ii jerking himself off, and iii giving ivy the head of his life, none of them took their eyes off the sight. they were getting off to it. what perverts they were.

but you couldn’t say much, because you too, liked it. you liked the seductive effect your body had on them.

vessel forced your head into the table more, and kept thrusting. the room was filled with moans and groans of pure euphoria, and the sight couldn’t be more erotic.

vessel then chuckled and spoke to you again, keeping his voice hushed just for you.

“i hope you’re comfy, darling, because i’m gonna keep this show going on and on until you physically can’t cum anymore. got that?”

you nodded pathetically, and screamed vessel’s name loudly for your bandmates to hear.

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[honeeslust]

Raian Kure| The beast to my beauty

*Art from Pinterest.

‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️NSFW‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️

Idk, but this man is a fucking beast. It’s the way I know he’ll have you asking him “Am I your good girl?” While he fucks you into a slutty stupor.

HICKEYS, BITES, and SCRATCHES!!

Praise and degradation 👌🏾

Backshots with a fist full of your hair making you cry out to him that you belong to him and only him….and fuck! Why does the pain feel good. Why does being a good little bitch who can take his beastly cock make you wanna swallow his entire load with your pussy?? EH. Doesn’t fucking matter, you’ll die trying.

**I know this one’s rushed and sloppy but I just rewatched Kengan Ashura and this fictional character just does something to me 🥵. He’s so unhinged. How could I not have a few down bad thoughts??

[skeleboiii84]

🔞Spicy husbone head cannons 🔞

UnderSwap-

Stretch:

Behind his most of the time laid back exterior he gets horny like really horny, sometimes just outta nowhere ( but who am I to complain-) like yes he can be the sweet, lazy, tired and overall laid back. But when he's on he's onn like if you're doing something this man will come up behind you and either smack your ass or grab your hips pressing you back on him kissing your neck and running a hand up your shirt and fondle your boob. Until you get the message he wants to fuck, if he's to impatient sometimes he'll just fuck you over the counter. (This is rare though he doesn't like doing it in anywhere but his bedroom because it's invasive and he only does it when he's certain there isn't gonna be anyone around for a few hours)

Blue:

100% this lil blue fucker ain't as innocent as some think. He'll definitely tease you a lot mostly verbally like "oh sugar~ why don't you sit on my lap~" but he'd whisper it in your ear. He likes passionate sex, like full of praise and moaning. Hell sometimes if he's feeling like bein' a lil ass hole if you curse while moaning his name he'll deadass stop and make you apologize?? Excuse me?? Though he's passionate, softer in bed he wouldn't be against banging the hell out of you if you asked nicely 👀👀

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Lollll I got bored and thought about this too much so here enjoy these and let me know if y'all wanna see more with different characters 👀🔞🤭