#I MEAN DAMMIT D!

[elliewiltarwyn]

i have hired this catgirl to give you a patronizingly smug look, with accentuated eyebrow. she's not mad, she's not disappointed, she's not even trying to make you feel bad. you just did something silly and she thinks you're a moron (affectionate).

[aberooski]

Respectfully?

SOBBING 🥹

[theyreunderadumpster]

The comics according to people on tiktok who can't be bothered to do a simple Google search before opening their mouths:

[somegrumpynerd]

The great dilemma; drawing something you're super proud of and then trying to decide whether to post it right away or let it sit for a night in case you can improve it in the morning

[badboysupr]

“ i’m not sure i should leave you alone. ” 👊🏽

@kindofuneven || meme

The laugh he expels is probably too high-pitched. More of a puh! that sounds extremely prepubescent and therefore extremely cool as he doesn't even attempt to hide the grin spreading across his cheeks. Leo, for a few lingering seconds, doesn't even look at the poor little Roman boy, but when he does . . . it's with a very unrushed, very languid cock of his head over his shoulder.

And a pathetic look that screams, Oh, buddy . . . Buddy, please. That's so cute.

“Why, did the other guys warn you or something?” he ventures, and quickly deepens his voice into something authoritative as he mimes, “'Keep an eye on that one, Scotty!' 'Ooh, that one might blow up a thing or two, Scotty!' I mean—!” The hand he flourishes nearly drops his wrench, but he tightens his fingers around it and instead uses the tool as a good gesturing stick. “They're not wrong. I'm pretty good at that, but I'm also equally good at actually . . . creating things—? And yet people always seem to forget.”

Tsk tsk . . . So much unrecognized talent.

Eventually, he turns all the way around, shoves his welding goggles up to the crown of his head to get a better look at his company. Man, why is he so strung up all the time . . . ? “Hey, dude . . . It's good, okay? I'm not about to cause any problems, so you can just . . . chill. What do moms say—?” Leo taps his wrench to his lips. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that . . . ? Something something, blah blah blah. I'd hate to see that happen to you, so.”

[benetnvsch]

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[moss-flesh]

i liked the gale astral scene.

[kitteninabunker]

cw: gunplay, dubcon (??), semi-public sex, gagging, mentions of death but nobody dies so rest assured, spit, pretty rushed, lil drabble be i had to write about my man being icky b4 i forgot >.<

"are you gonna be obedient? or should i splatter these pretty little guts all over this wall?"

you don't know how you got here, and by here, i mean in an alleyway, with your brand new white skirt pooled around your ankles and nearly torn to shreds, your freshly manicured nails digging into the muscular flesh of a strange man who's stuffing your slick cunt with the shaft of his gun, his index finger is dangerously close to the trigger as his wet tongue peaks out from between his scarred lips to swipe the shell of your ear.

isn't it just your luck that you ran out of instant ramen tonight, meaning you had to walk outside to the closest convenience store all alone? hey, it isn't your fault that you're a broke college student who's just trying to make ends meet. the news warned civilians of a man lurking on the streets, described as tall, black hair, and incredibly dangerous, but they didn't mention hot. it just so happens that the same man, serialkiller!toji, has you gagged with your own panties, your back arched, stifling your cries and whimpers so not even the oblivious pedestrians passing by the whole scene know just how much danger you're in.

you slowly nod your head in compliance, careful and nervous not to make the wrong move just in case this creep decides he wants to end your life with a bullet through your uterus. "good," toji growls, slowly sliding his gun out of your tight little pussy, leaving it clenching around nothing as he brings the firearm up to his mouth to lick your sweet juices off of it. "j-just take my money, anything!!!!" you're desperately trying to plead with him, your voice muffled by your panties as tears stream out of your eyes, leaving the makeup on your face streaky. oh, who were you kidding? he clearly didn't care about robbing some girl for her money, your purse had dropped onto the ground with all of your belongings spilling out when toji grabbed you, your tiny pink pocket book sits there and you want to kick it toward him. there had to be a possibility that money would divert him from whatever he has planned for you, right?

let's say he did wanted to rob you, why would he bother to strip you naked, making you arch your back as the bright red store lights shine down on you beneath the dark nighttime sky, highlighting the curve of your hips and ass, making your slick folds glisten? he's trying to humiliate you, proving he can break any bitch into being his slut.

"i don't need your money, babygirl."

dammit.

"you're gonna give me this tight, virgin pussy." toji declares, his voice low as goosebumps riddle your skin. "college girls study better whenever they're bred by big, scary men like me, hm?"

well, it's not like you've ever had anyone's dick inside of you. his hypothesis could be correct, but you had bigger fish to fry now that the cool barrel of his gun is pressing into your temple, wet with his spit and your own slick. "d—don't kill me..." a part of you wants to shut your eyes and accept your fate, welcoming whatever is waiting for you in the afterlife, wishing he'd pull that trigger to put you out of your current misery. "scared little lamb." toji chuckles, retracting the gun from your head as he slides it into his back pocket. "m' not gonna kill you either."

the confirmation puts you a bit at ease, this totally isn't how you're gonna die!

toji's brings his calloused, large hand to rub your soft belly as he holds your waist. he swiftly unzips his pants and tugs them down, before the fabric can even hit his thighs, his fat, mushroom tip hits his abdomen as his cock flings out. he holds the base of his dick, slapping his hard length on your asscheek. you gulp thickly, its not even inside of you, yet you can still sense how bad this thing is gonna stretch you out, you don't know if you're ready for it.

you sharply suck in a breath of air as he moves his dick to slide it between your drooling pussy lips, the aching tip brushes against your clit which makes you arch your back deeper. "a-aaah!" you gasp, and toji quicky slaps his hand over your mouth. "quiet, little one." he says, lining himself up with your fluttering hole. "don't wanna get caught out here, now do we?" you shake your head in response, dare you say that you don't wanna get caught bent over by a killer? even if help arrived? toji spreads the bead of precum leaking out of his slit around, mixing it with your slick as his tip prods at your entrance.

then, you feel the burn, the stretch of your hymen as toji slowly pushes his hips forward, his thick pink tip slipping inside of you as you curl your fingers into his skin to grip his arms tighter. "do you want this?" toji asks, leaning his head close to your ear as he kisses it. want what, exactly? a crazy guy fucking you in a dingy alleyway? you'd appreciate it if he would at least buy a motel room, but you can't really complain, or think as his fingers move to your clit and make your brain short-circuit. “yeshhh...” you slur out, already so cock drunk and he hasn't even put his cock fully inside.

toji trusts his hips forward, his entire shaft slipping inside of you as your nails dig deeper into his skin. you forget about the possibility of dying right here tonight, the only thing you can focus on is the way his big cock just feels sooo good inside of you, almost as if you were made to take this psycho's dick. you feel your walls clamping down on toji's cock, molding to it's shape which sends a jolt of pleasure through the both of you.

the slick, wet sounds of your creamy pussy taking him in so deep are the only noise coming from the alley, drowned out by the nightlife in the city as you mewl incoherent babbles as toji keeps fucking you, gripping the flesh of your ass tightly as your plush skin fills the gaps of his fingers. "nnngh—too much..." your soft, whimpering voice escapes your parted lips, your knees tingle, slowly giving up as they struggle to keep you upright.

"you like getting your pussy stretched open by sickos like me?" toji asks, slapping your asscheeks and leaving a stinging red hand print on it. you nod your head, biting down harder on your panties as he fucks you from behind. he doesn't let you adjust to the feeling of his thick cock splitting your pussy open, no, he loves the way that warm, tight mouth between your legs grips onto him so tight, he's only fucking you so he can feel good. "you're taking me in so deep," he groans, his thrust growing sloppier. "no wonder you girls get pregnant so easily."

he spreads your fat cunt apart so he can stuff his cock deeper inside of you, his tip kisses your cervix almost instantly as he bullies himself into your tight heat. his fingers keep rubbing slow circles around your sensitive button, making your soft thighs shut around his wrist. he watches the white ring of your slick bubble at the base of his dick as he slams his hips against your ass, the thick push of pubic hair tickles your skin but turns you on nonetheless.

before you know it, you're cumming, squirting all over toji's dick as he stays inside of you. his finger flicks your clit harder as your juices spray out. you literally see starts as toji grips your jaw tightly to keep your quiet as you reach your high. he pulls out, giving his cunt-juice-soaked shaft a slow pump as he nuts on your lower back, spreading your thick sheet of slick around his tip. you feel the warm spurts of cum hitting your skin, toji wipes some of it up as he brings his finger up to your lips, pulling your panties out of your mouth so you can have a taste of his load.

you tighten your lips around his thick finger, suckling his cum off of them as the pad of his thumb pressed into your clit. "that taste good, baby?" he asks, biting his lip as he grabs your arm to turn you around, grabbing your face as he squishes your lips. "open." you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as toji leans over your head to land a glob of spit on your tongue. you pull your tongue back into your mouth as you swallow his saliva, he takes your hand and slaps a heavy wad of cash into your palm.

"thanks for the free pussy."

[genderqueer-karma]

my hand hurts because i just bit the fuck out of it. i exist alone on planet envy

[satoruan]

SNAPING AT THEIR KIDS — Jujutsu Kaisen

( CW ) f!reader, children, tantrums, lots of tears  

FEATURING: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo 

Authors note: the way Choso’s son refuses to eat dinner when you all sit down, he just huffs and puffs and you eventually have to give in and buy him Taco Bell, so he doesn’t go to sleep on an empty stomach. And Gojo’s son knew what he was doing when he hit him hehe. 

☾GOJO SATORU 

“Daddy, I wanna go to the park.” His twins yell for what feels like the thousandth time today. Satoru whines, throwing his arm over his eyes when one of the twins points flashlights in his face. “I said no, Daddy doesn’t feel well today—we can play in your room, how about we build a fort?” Satoru answers again—just like he did the last time and the time before and the time before that. “No Daddy! Wanna go to ‘park!” His girl screams before his son hits him square in the dick with the flashlight. He jumps up, howling in pain. “I said not today!” He snaps and instantly regrets it when he hears the venom in his voice. How holds his throbbing dick before looking up and his babies. They both stare at him with frowns. His little girl looks about ready to start sobbing and his son looks like he wants to hit him with the flashlight again. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell,” He apologizes, flinching back when little tears slip out their eyes. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, don’t cry. How ‘bout we go to the park okay? Daddy didn’t mean to yell, oh don’t cry, baby.” He whispers, reaching out with big hands to grab them and pull them into his lap. “Park?” “Yep, park.” They look at each other before breaking out in a scream. 

☾GETO SUGURU 

“Daddy?” His daughter pulls the end of his long hair. “I'm busy, baby.” He answers as he scrolls through his emails on his work computer. “Wanna see.” She whines, trying to climb onto her father’s lap. She just slides off, unable to pull her body weight up with small arms. “In a little bit, go play with Mommy baby,” he says, trying to convince his daughter who just huffs and holds her arms up to him. “I wanna work too!” She whines and Suguru grumbles before lifting her onto his lap. He sets her in the nook of her arm. She snuggles into Suguru's content for a few minutes. “My turn Daddy.” She stands up on his lap and reaches over to touch the computer. She fails, instead pushing the cup of water he had been slipping on. The cup tilts over and pours all over Suguru’s computer. “Dammit D/n!” He growls out and though he doesn't yell his deep voice is enough to cause his daughter to jump in fear. “Sorry, ’m sorry.” She cries, trying to crawl out of her father's lap. “Shit--It’s alright baby. Hey, it’s okay sweet girl.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I know. Let’s clean up our mess, okay?” He kisses his daughter's forehead and carries her to grab a towel. 

☾CHOSO KAMO 

“I don’t want your ugly food.” His son screams at him. “Well, you aren’t getting Fast food.” He mutters. “I want Taco Bell!” He screams, but Choso just ignores him and continues to stir the food. “I said I want Taco Bell!” He throws himself on the floor, kicking and rolling around Choso’s legs. Choso tries to ignore the temper tantrum his son is throwing but after several minutes it starts to get unbearable. Anything he says just goes in one ear and out the other. “No Fast food!” He eventually snaps. S/n immediately stops rolling on the floor when he hears his father yell. Choso turns the stove on low before walking over and crouching in front of his son. “Daddy doesn’t wanna yell baby, but you gotta understand that you can’t get Fast food every day. It’s not healthy for you alright?” He explains to his son. His son just glares up at him. Choso smiles back which prompts the little boy to grumble how stupid and ugly his father looks. When they eventually come to an understanding, he picks him up and lets him help him cook.  

☾NANAMI KENTO 

Nanami’s loud voice echoes through the living room, and you race to the living room in worry. Once you turn the corner you see your daughter looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes. She’s never seen this side of her dad; you can’t think of one time her dad raised his voice at her. “Kento? What’s going on?” You glare at him as your daughter comes running into you. You hold her little body to you. Kento stands there with a shocked expression on his face. He didn’t mean to snap at his little girl, he just had a bad day at the office and brought that attitude home. “Daddy’s mean.” Your daughter cries out, wrapping her small arms tighter around your legs. “Princess,” Kento whispers as he cautiously walks towards you two. “I didn’t mean to yell at you princess, I’m so sorry.” He chokes out, crouching down to her level. When she hears the familiar softness in her dad’s voice, she slowly peaks around you. Kento holds his arms open. She doesn’t hesitate and jumps into her father's arms. “s’ok I forgive you, Daddy.” She sniffles into his neck. Nanami squeezes her tightly, whispering out apologies on how he’ll never do it again. You can tell by the look in his eyes your daughter will be getting extra spoiled in the next few days.  

[lovelywyenn]

“Oh m-my goddddd” you moan out, a manicured hand desperately pressing against Hange’s abdomen. But your partner was so fucking strong and easily swatted your hands away, grabbing right at your throat and pulling your back flush against their chest. But their hips don’t stop. Of course they don’t fucking stop. The mean pummeling they were giving speeds up.

A wickedly happy laugh falls from Hange’s lips as they stare at your reaction in the mirror. Poor thing, you were a mess. Mascara streaking down your cheeks, she almost felt bad. Seeing the fat globs of tears welling up in your eyes. But they knew you both needed this.

“Why are you runnin’ from it sweetheart, thought you wanted to get pounded?” Hange coos. The sweet words are so confusing, filled with fake kindness. If they were really as giddy as they sounded, why were your guts being rearranged?

Your eyes roll back in your head as Hange’s pulsing tip nudged right against your sweet spot, and if it weren’t for that tight grip on your neck you would have fallen over as your knees buckled.

“Right there, huh baby” and you start to squirm from the spotlight on your g-spot, you shouldn’t have been so fucking loud, because now they weren’t letting up on you. “Yeah, I know mama, you like it when I bully that spot?”

Your voice is barely coherent as you answer them, the desperateness clouding your brain speaking for you, “Yesssss” you keen.

“This all you needed isn’t it, missed me pounding some sense back into you.” Hange speaks and you cry out as they punctuate each hardened word with a mean and rough thrust, each one digging deeper into your quivering hole.

“D-Didn’t mean it” you try to explain, gasping for air, But Hange wasn’t having it. “I don’t care if you meant it or not” they sneer, “No reason I should ever come home and see you in lingerie right next to my best friend.” The humor was completely gone from their voice, and their thrusts held no care in them anymore. Hange was fucking you silly. You needed a good reminder of who you fucking belonged to.

“J-Just wanted y-your attention baby, I s-swear” you stutter.

And Hange gets it. They have been so busy at work lately. Spending long nights in the office so they could afford this big house for you. All the endless name brands you asked for. The insurance for that pretty pink car you drive.

They knew you loved attention, craved it from them. But dammit, loving you was frustrating. You could be so immature sometimes and it left Hange with no choice but to take their anger out on you in the only way they ever did. Pounding your poor pussy raw.

“I know” they finally answer you, grip on your neck growing gentle as they make you look at them. “I wish you’d just be patient sweetheart, I work so hard for you ya know?”

Your eyes flutter close as a gentle kiss is pressed against your cheeks. But those mean ass hips don’t stop moving.

“But if you miss me all you have to do is call, you know that” They say.

You knew your actions were childish. You and hange were grown adults. You shouldn’t be pulling shit like rubbing all up on Levi just cause you felt neglected. And it was a bit shameful you had to be pounded like this, legs quivering and thighs sticky with a filthy mixture of hange’s precum and your juices.

“M-M’sorry” you apologize in that sweet little voice. “I don’t want him, you know I don’t baby. Just want you”

It wasn’t often you apologized, and Hange knew you were sincere. Plus, you knew how to fuel your partner’s ego. And those pretty claims of not wanting Levi went straight to the cock throbbing inside of you.

You were getting closer, Hange could tell by how your walls were squeezing around them. No matter how many times Hange fucked you loose you would always tighten up again. Every time was like the first and it only ever drove Hange closer to their own orgasm.

“It’s okay darling”Hange mummers, pressing kisses along your shoulder. A sneaky hand runs along your body, soon joined by another. One teases around your nipple, touch feather light to the point you could barely feel it. But just enough that it stole some of your sanity. The other traces the delicate curves of your body until it reaches your pretty little bud, perked up and begging for attention.

You cry out as soon as Hange rolls their pointer finger around your clit, and your partner knows they’ve done you in. “Go on sweetheart, make it up to me and cum on my cock, you can do that for me right?”

The words do you over, and you feel like you can’t breathe. Hange’s thrusts send fire throughout your body and you can’t even moan from how fucking deep they were inside of you. You cum with a silent cry, pussy spasming as the squelching in the room only grows louder.

If it weren’t for Hange holding your limp body up, you would have fallen right on your buckled knees.

“F-Fuck woman, ya milkin’ me here darling “Hange stutters, finally giving into the pleasure they had been desperately holding back to teach you a damn good lesson.

You swear you cum again when you feel splashes of white, hot cum ill your hole. And Hange doesn’t stop fucking it into you, just pushing it deeper and deeper until you were sure your birth control would be rendered ineffective.

If being a brat got your pussy stuffed like this…

You would be sure to do it more often.

[just1cefor4ll]

—After the storm

Toby Rogers x reader

summary. you dissapear for a kill without a word which worries Toby

warning. swearing, not proof read, might be an OOC Toby (feedback will be appreciated so I can improve)

The storm hadn’t let up once. The sky kept pouring like it was trying to drown the world, and the wind ripped through the trees like it wanted to tear them all down. You were soaked, freezing, and your legs felt like they’d been carrying you for weeks instead of just barely a day. But none of that mattered—not now.

You saw the cabin through the trees and your chest tightened, some mix of relief and guilt curling deep in your stomach. Light flickered through the windows, and even from this distance you could feel it—someone was awake. Waiting.

You knew exactly who.

The porch creaked under your boots as you stepped up, barely raising your hand before the door swung open like he’d been standing there the whole time.

Toby’s eyes locked onto yours instantly.

He looked exhausted—his hoodie was pulled tight over his shoulders, and his hair was even messier than usual, like he’d been raking his fingers through it nonstop. His brown eyes were wide and sharp, but behind them was something else. Fear. It was subtle, but you knew him too well not to notice.

“Wh—” He jerked slightly, his shoulders giving a twitch, and he sniffed hard before blinking fast and trying again. “Where the hell have you been?” His voice cracked, but it wasn’t sharp. It was rough with worry. “D-dammit, you—you can’t just go off like that.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but he stepped forward, cutting you off with another shaky breath.

“I waited. I kept telling myself you'd be back in a few hours since I know how t-these—bitch—kills can extend— but you were gone for almost a-a full day.”

“Toby—”

“No, don’t ‘Toby’ me. You were just g-gone. No message. No word. You didn’t even take your rad-radio, did you?” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and for a second, he just stared at you like he didn’t know whether to yell or just pull you into a hug.

“I didn’t think it would take that long,” you said quietly, voice soft against the noise of the rain pounding the roof. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I thought—” he stopped himself, eyes flicking to yours. Then he just shook his head. “Get in here. You’re freezing.”

You slipped past him, warmth hitting your skin the second you crossed the threshold. The cabin smelled like cedarwood, smoke, and something faintly burnt. You guessed he tried to cook something. You peeled off your dripping jacket and boots by the door while he shut it behind you.

“I’m gonna go change,” you mumbled, shivering.

“Yeah. Okay.”

His voice was softer now. Not calm—he was still shaken—but he was holding it back. You disappeared down the hall, heading to the bedroom to freshen up after the tough day. The warmth of your new clothes and helped a little, but it was the quiet hum of the house—the knowledge that you were safe, that he was here—that started to ground you again.

When you came back into the main room, he was by the fireplace, staring into the low-burning flames. He didn’t turn when you approached, just spoke without looking up.

“I thought something got you.”

You stopped a few steps behind him.

“I thought you were de-dead,” he said again, softer this time, like saying it too loud would make it real.

You crossed the space between you and reached out, gently cupping his face in your hand. His skin wasn’t the warmest, but to your freezing hands it felt warmer then anything right now. Your thumb brushed over the scar on his cheek, making him finally turn towards you, eyes tired and a little glossy.

“I’m here,” you whispered. “I made it back.”

He looked at you like he was trying to convince himself of that. Then slowly, he leaned into your touch, his hand coming up to hold your wrist, not tight—just enough to keep you there.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he murmured, voice nearly a whisper now. “And I don’t scare easy.”

“I know.” You moved in closer, resting your forehead against his. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

He didn’t answer. He just pulled you into him, arms wrapping around your waist with a quiet desperation. You sank into the hug, letting his warmth and his grip settle the last of the adrenaline still humming in your blood.

Eventually, he guided you both to the couch. You curled up beneath a threadbare blanket, his arm still around you, his thumb brushing absently against your sleeve like he needed the constant contact.

“I kept thinking about what I’d do if you didn’t come back,” he murmured. “My brain wouldn’t—hnn—wouldn’t shut up.”

You reached up and laced your fingers with his. “But I did.”

He nodded slowly, eyes staring past the room, still deep in thought. Then he turned toward you, finally letting himself relax, only a little.

“You better not make this a habit.”

You smiled gently, pressing your head into his shoulder. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

© just1cefor4all— I don’t consent to my writing being reposted to other platforms or fed into AI. Translating it is also strictly prohibited. 🚫

[tootiecakes234]

Aged up Characters

MDNI: smutty

Katsuki had been gone for a month on an assignment and not only had he been away from you all that time, but it’d also been one of the most exhausting assignments he’d been on. Which is why he had EVERY intention of getting home and passing out in your shared bed for the next 3-4 business days.

He had a plan. Get home, take a shower and get directly into bed. Fuck food, fuck putting his things away.

But that entire plan went up in smoke when he got home.

He walks in with all his stuff and just drops everything close to the entrance. He trudges his way through the house and into your bedroom, when he hears the shower cut off.

He knew you were home because your car was in the driveway, but expected you to greet in the front room but he now sees you were otherwise occupied. What he didn’t expect was for you to come scampering out of the damn bathroom completely naked and dripping wet.

You of course screamed bloody murder because you hadn’t heard him come in.

“Katsuki what the hell?!! You scared the shit out of me! I could’ve killed you.”

He snorts, “with what? Your tits? Death by smothering??”

“Maybe dammit. My hearts almost came out of my throat.”

“So this is what you do when I’m gone huh?” He asks as he starts walking over to you. “Walk around naked and wet and what?? Do you air dry?” At this point his voice had dropped an octave or two and you could feel his eyes roaming over your body.

“No i d-don’t air dry…. Well that wasn’t my intention this time. I just left my towel out here.”

“Mmmm…” and he snakes his arms around your waist pulling you to him focusing his eyes on yours. “ I get home after a month and you dont even seem excited to see me.”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t tried to give me a heart attack…ouch asshole. Why the hell did you pinch my ass?”

“Be nice to me. I’m tired and jetlagged…. And now, because of you I’m hard” he of course takes this moment the press his groin up against you so you can feel how hard he actually is.

Your hands are resting on his biceps before the slide up and your hands sift into his hair.

“Well let me just dry off and I’ll help you with that” and you have the nerve to try and pull away from him.

“Why would you go dry off when I like you just like this hmm? Wet. And Naked.” And then he presses his firm lips against yours before sliding his hands down to cup both of your ass cheeks.

“Tell me you missed me brat. I’ve been here 5minutes and you haven’t said it.” He says with his lips pressed up against you ear and then he moves down and start placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Of, fuck, of course I missed you Katsuki. I sent you voice messages e-everyday telling you how much I missed you.” You whine.

“I don’t believe you.” And you jump before letting out a moan when this asshole slaps the hell out of one of your asscheeks. Then he slides his hand down and in between your puffy pussy lips.

When he pulls back to look at you there is a smirk playing on his lips. “Maybe you did miss me.”

“I told you.” You say as a pout forms on your lips.

“I can’t be sure though. I need you to prove it.”

“Prove it how Kat? I’m wet for you already. Is that not enough??”

Then his smirk turns into the most devilish smile you’ve ever see. “ i told you im exhausted from fighting villains, and you know making the world a safer place.”

“Get to the point you terrible man”

He chuckles at that. “Well that means I need you to be a big girl and do all the work this time. Need you to get my cock all wet with that filthy mouth of yours and then need you to ride me til I fill up my pretty little cunt ok?? Can you do that for me?”

All you can do is nod your head and drop to your knees.

This definitely not how he pictured his arrival home. It was so much better.

Katsuki Bakugo Masterlist

*id just like to say that this fic started with a whole different idea in mind and evolved into this and i never even got around to the original because it was getting too long😭

*also this isn’t proofread in the slightest so sorry🤭

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[moxfirefly]

This has been in the back of my mind for a while now. So I figured I’d try getting it out. While this doesn’t mean I’m “back” back, it doesn’t mean the few good folk on here shouldn’t (hopefully) enjoy this. For the foreseeable future I don’t feel like I’ll be taking request but you can maybe catch my own doings here and there.

But on with the show.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

You feel you’ll go out of your mind at this rate.

All the staring.

The quiet little gestures.

His passive resistance.

You’ve remained glued to your spot for so long. Hoping that maybe somewhere between weeks in the months of the years you’ve known him, that he’d crack.

Leonardo doesn’t crack easily you’ve gathered.

He hardly moves. He doesn’t allow his eyes to betray him. His hands remain within eyesight, but it’s in the subtle clench of his knuckles. The way his hands ball up and quickly stretch exposing the veins.

While he smiles sweetly, almost submissively at the sound of your voice. You know he doesn’t show this to just anybody. He doesn’t allow himself the luxury but god dammit, you can see that he wants to drink you in.

You’re liquor to him, addicting and burning.

You’re oil to him, never quite mixed with the water he floats upon.

You’re pornography to him, a hidden treasure for when he’s too far gone.

So why does it ache so much to open your mouth? To make a move. To peel back that layer of protection he’s been so steadfast in building.

Because he could still reject.

He could push away your pulling aura.

So when you stand next to him during the group picture April insisted on taking. Feeling the cold of his skin so close to your arm. Your little hairs sticking out to somehow feel something of his. You don’t think, don’t linger on the possibility of rejection. Because when your pinky reaches for his palm, gently caressing his hand, begging for permission you somehow only whisper in your mind…

You hold back the gasp as his own finger wraps around yours.

It’s tentative and charged with electricity.

He’s a knife.

You chance a look at him from the corner of your eye and watch his throat bob. The tension in his broad shoulders, the shakiness of his irises. The fight to turn and stare right back at you, to cut you with his blue eyes and inquire if his fantasies have become fact for once.

When you feel an arm around your shoulders as everyone screams cheese, it takes your entire will to muster your designer smile. Leo seems to do the same, a defeated retreat from the prize.

You still feel him weeks later. The way the top of his hand rubbed against your own.

What you’d give to have that palm right now between your legs, trying to rush the blood to your brain and drowning you in the ecstasy he could give. You wonder if he’s done the same? Have you driven him insane all these months? Made him question every waking moment of his life?

Are his pretty beaten hands wrapped around himself right now?

Is he begin for you?

Is he dying for you?

Somehow this all comes to fruition one evening. Another night with your friends. Celebrating another big win.

You get sent to the supply closet to get something (because at this point you forgot what) and as you rummage through a box, that tiny bulb swinging around you like a halo. You feel that rush when the door opens.

A hand reaching and gripping the back of your neck and pulling.

Lips.

At the shell of your ear.

You gasp.

Leo feels mortification sink deep.

But before he allows the logical side to quick in, you grip the fabric of his pant leg.

“Don’t-“ you hold him there, silently begging him.

Leo let’s out a breath he’s been holding since his feet took him to you.

Several heartbeats pass, tension building and swirling around both your souls. Somewhere between bravery and madness you grab those hands press those palms around you.

And hold on for dear life.

Presses you against himself like a security blanket. Greedily inhales and exhales you. You’re shaking but god Leo is shaking worse.

He slides down you, comes to his knees and watches you turn around his embrace and watch him as he lets his vices win this time.

It’s the way those eyes look up at you, apologetically, fascinated, tormented.

His stomach drops when you cup his face, fear overwritten his features.

He looks weak, he knows it.

But to you? To you he’s the most beautiful creature. Gentle features, eyes as blue as the sky. Lips surprisingly warm, hesitant and yet needy. He’s kissing back just as your hands run across his cheeks and neck. Lips molding, desperation kicking in because now he’s had a taste. Now he knows what paradise tastes like.

His hands fall to your hips, gripping as he leans up more, still tall enough on his knees for your comfort. When he feels your moan, captures it inside his throat; he knows he’s done for.

Weakened by you.

Overwhelmed by you.

He can hear himself panting, the blood inside his veins pumping. How your sounds pick up the more he kisses you back.

You smile against the corner of his mouth as he grabs your waist and stands up with you in his arms. The contents inside the supply closet rattle to the ground but his hold is bruising and the prospect of his hand marked on your flesh make you euphoric.

Leo’s tongue and yours.

His nails digging into your rear, yours at his neck.

His teeth meet your bottom lip.

He’s hard and rubbing against the spot of your underwear.

You should stop, lead him into something more understandable.

But the greedy little creature inside of you chants ‘more!’ Just as he moans into your mouth for the twentieth time. A sound hitches in the back of your throat when you feel something warm gush and connect with your wetness.

You’re doing this to him.

You’re causing this.

He’s cumming for YOU.

That desperate point of no return is there, the two of your skating down it. His kissing is erratic and out of sync because his eyes are going wide.

His locked to your own blown out pupils.

He wants to apologize, to stop but your hips just rubbed up against him just as you start to cum. His name seeping out of your wet parten lips.

The haze will clear.

The mess will remain.

But what will you say?

What will he say?

[arc-misadventures]

The Rusted Order

Weiss: Godsdamn fanatical, White Fang bastard!

Yang: Okay this time they've really pushed it!

Ruby: I think people are going to really turn on the, White Fang. Sorry, Blake.

Blake: None taken. But, I don't think we'll have to worry too much. The, White Fang made a huge mistake attacking this place.

Yang: Why? Because a team of four badass, Huntresses are here!

Ruby: Yeah!

Blake: No. This place has a citadel for the, Rusted Order.

Weiss: T-The Rusted Order?!

Blake: Who do you think that castle belongs to?

Yang: Oh shit…

Ruby: Whelp… They're fucked…

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Ruby: Holy fuck?!

Yang: That was a massacre…

Blake: I heard rumors about the lethality of the, Rusted Order… Those rumors don't do the truth justice…

Weiss: Gods… I heard my grandfather was a member, but he never told us anything about his time in the, Order… If it was always like this… I can see why he never talked about it…

Ruby: You think they're taking new members?

Yang: You want to join the, Rusted Order?!

Ruby: What, my dream was to be a, Huntress, or join the, Rusted Order. Can't I do both?

Yang: Okay, we're going to have words about this little lady.

Blake: You're going to have to wait for that. We've got company.

Weiss: Who is… Ohh…?!

: Hello there. I am Jaune Arc. Master Paladin of the, Rusted Order. Sorry you girls got caught up in all of this.

Ruby: Think nothing of it. We're just doing our duty as, Huntresses!

Jaune: Nonetheless, this... attack wasn't something most children can't handle seeing. Much less should be seeing...

Ruby: We're not children!

Jaune: Not from my perspective. Haa… Well regardless, you all handled yourselves perfectly out there. What are your names kids?

Ruby: My name is, Ruby Rose, and these are my teammates, Team RWBY!

Jaune: Ruby… of Team RWBY…?

Ruby: Y-Yeah… It confuses me at times too…

Jaune: Alright. And, who are you?

Yang: I'm this little twerps older sister. My name is, Yang Xiao Long!

Jaune: Xiao Long…? Ahh your that little black birds child aren't you.

Yang: B-Black bird? What does that mean…?!

Jaune: And, who are you? A faunas I presume since I saw you trying to get the, White Fang to settle down.

Blake: Y-Yes sir… My name is, Black Belladonna. And, I was once a member of the, White Fang.

Jaune: I know your father, good man. And, lastly we have?

Weiss: My name is, Weiss Schnee, Daddy~!

Jaune: Oh gods…

Ruby: D-Did she just…?

Yang: What did you just say?!

Blake: Kinky…

Jaune: Oh gods… Ms. Schnee I knew your grandfather, and I'm old enough to be yours. Don't do this to me.

Weiss: Only if you ask me nicely, Daddy~!

Jaune: Gods dammit… Okay, I'm going! Draven! I'm leaving the kids to you. Keep the pervert away from me.

Draven: Yes, Sir…Okay kids… let's get going kids.

Yang: Gods, Weiss did you seriously just do that?!

Blake: So, that's your type? Not bad…

Ruby: Okay, that's… okay…

Weiss: What? I've always like mature silver foxes~!

RBY: …

Ruby: I always wanted to know more about you guys… I regret that now…

Yang: Yep…

Blake: Pretty much…

[peoniesandflowers]

Commodus' ABC headcanons

Me loves an evil man, but dammit it if it has been difficult to decide how he would act in a relationship. I just feel like everything felt possible. Here's my try tho, hope y'all like it.

NSFW under the cut!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex).

This is the time where you see his most gentle side. He softly caresses your cheeks with his index, kissing your forehead as he admires you, unable to do anythibg else but look at you with that little shine in his eyes that you never really know if it comes from desire, possessiveness or joy to be on your side.

He might just stay in silence and wait for any of you two to fall sleep or maybe make some chit chat about the day, just wanting to hear you talk.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his eyes a lot. He is pretty aware of the effect that they can cause on other people, from frightening them to seducing.

When it comes to his partners, he can't help but being a boobs guy. Doesn't matter if they are big or small, he loves to touch them, seeing them, kissing them...

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anywhere you let him (or wherever is more convenient for him). Your chest, your abdomen, inside you, your ass cheeks, your mouth. He won't wipe it right away, taking a good look at it proud about it, asking you gently if you liked it, needing to hear that you like it. But why wouldn't you?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to get his fingers suck, and sometimes he doesn't even ask you to do it, he just puts his thumb gently on your lips and waits for you to lick it. At the same time, he loves to taste you, so if he fingers you he will lick himself clean, tasting you there. He also will get deep with his tongue kisses and, of course, spend as much time as he feels like between your legs.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Doesn't seem like that he might have any lovers. Maybe he has tried a few things with concubines, but it didn't satisfy him. Once he gets your hands on you tho, he finally understands so much better why sex is such a big deal for some people.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

My man is a romantic, missionary does not get old for him. He likes to put your heels on his shoulders and see your reactions to his thrusts. He will only suggest to do doggy style or any other position where he can only see your back unless there's a mirror.

If you get on top of him and ride him, he won't be able to stop pampering with compliments of how pretty you are.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's too passionate to do anything else than enjoy you and adore you once it gets heated.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean and shaved everywhere, like the good Cesar's son he is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He may start flirtatious and even tease you but he quickly gets passionate, going from a slow and sensual pace to however both of you need that day.

He holds you tight with his grip, so much that you'll find bruises from his fingers on your inner thighs or forearms. He does not always mean to do it, but he can't help to love seeing the marks show up after a steamy night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you two finally were a thing, he started masturbating more frequently since he couldn't stop thinking about you, whispering your name over and over as he pleasured himself. He would even edge himself a little, wondering if you would do it to, his thumb caressing the slit of his head, teasing himself until he couldn't keep it up.

Once you are together, he may do it if he is far away from you for a long time, but that does not usually happens since he will make you travel with him if it's safe to do so.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you are not careful, he will slowly introduce an obvious power play dynamic that will go both ways. He will start asking you to wear something that day, styling your hair in different way just because he wants to see you like that, gifting you jewelry that he wants you to put on...

He will enjoy it of you take a submissive role, but if show him that you can also toy with him a little, he will oblige as much as his responsibility allow him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed is his favorite place in the world. It's big enough for both of you and he knows that no one will interrumpt.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Knowing that you want him as much as he wants you is one of the best feelings for him. It can be in a romantic, friendly or intimate way, but just be clear and vocal that you want him and he will only be able to satisfy your wishes.

He gets extremely needy if you just sit on his lap anywhere, specially if you do so as he is seated on his throne.

But if you want to make him drool, wait for him on your shared bed wearing only the jewels that he has gifted you. He will love the sight so much he might fear he is having visions.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't even think about the idea of threesomes or anything that means sharing you. He might put you in a situation where people can obviously see how you are only his, like making you sit on his lap in public (like a small party at the palace) and massage your thighs with his hand under your dress, looking at you satisfied to show you off, but never as an invitation so someone else could get into bed with you two.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving, specially when it takes you to the point of you pleading for more, or even for you to ask him to stop because of how overstimulated you are. Then, it's about how merciful he is feeling that day, making you repeat yourself over and over until he feels you did well enough.

When he is the one receiving he gets so flustered and exited that if you gag a little on him he will moan, bucking his hips into your mouth so you do it again. He will hold your hair with his hand and look at you eager.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts slow and sensual, focusing on how everything feels and once he finds the perfect angle he starts hammering you down into the mattress.

When he comes he likes to muffle his moan in your skin, maybe kissing your neck or hiding his face between your breasts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan. He wants to feel you and take his sweet time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is the one that usually introduces stuff: tying your hands, blindfolds...

And even though he usually takes the lead, he will gladly let you be the one in charge if you show interest into do so. That's how you find out how much of a pleaser he actually is, showing you how good he can be at everything you demand.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for a good two long rounds. After that he needs some time if you still want to keep going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Commodus, you would have loved long distance vibrators. He would make you put one and tease you all day long, sometimes making it clear if he didn't want you to come or encouraging to come as many times as you needed thought the day.

And about toys that there could have been at that time, he also would enjoy using them on you, but I don't think he would let you use some stuff on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I feel like he changes drastically depending on the role he positions himself.

If his feeling dominant he may tease you a little, draging his fingers over your skin, letting you know, without a word, that he can just do that and more if he feel like it.

But if he comes to you submissive, he will get so needy and straight to the point, pleading to know what you want, and almost whimpering when you flatter him with compliments.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is loud. He groans and pants and comes either repeating your name over and over or with a loud moan that sometimes he muffles as he kisses your neck.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Praise kink. 100% it's just so obvious.

Caress his hair as you make him lay his head on your lap, call him 'pretty boy', 'my sweetest' or something like that, and he will plea to let him suck on your nipples or eat you out fast and eager, to the point that it's animalistic. He will ask you over and over if its good, if he is doing good, if he is a good boy.

Once you come from his tongue, he will look up at you, his mouth covered in your pleasure, kissing your thighs as he whispers over and over how much he loves you and needs you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big but proportionated, neither think or slim. 9'5 cm.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He yearns for you continuously. Not necessarily for sex only, but just to be with you. He just gets a little to obsessed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to pamper you with kisses first and watch how you fall asleep, but if he is tired he will let you know and hug you as he drifts into his dreams.

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Again, thank you so much for the love in the other hc. If you have any suggestion or want me to write anything, please!! do so!! i have my ask box open!!

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