#he’s a sub and a bottom to me

[brainrotcharacters]

That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through

[xpupslxtx]

my hole was so fucking sloppy and wet last night while he was finger fucking me and he said “listen to you. hear that? that’s what obedience sounds like. that’s what it sounds like to be a good fucking slut.”

[plistommy]

Steve takes Eddie’s virginity by riding the older boy after a long session of smoking and drinking inside the metalheads cramped van.

He’d praise Eddie on how good he’s making him feel, how big his dick is and how he’s so pretty under him that it makes Eddie moan loudly, strong hands roaming and squeezing the fat of Steve’s ass as he begs to fuck Steve harder.

”I need to fuck you, Steve- please, sweetheart-”

Steve would kiss him, sloppy and wet as he whines into Eddie’s mouth when the dick inside him hits just right.

When he pulls back, breathless, he picks up the pace and finally lets Eddie buck up to meet his thrusts.

Eddie would just look up at Steve, brown eyes wide and realize he’s so in love with the gorgeous boy on top of him and he never wants to let go. Never.

[kabukiaku]

giving you the eyes. 😏✨💜

left this bad boy in drafts for too long. it was time I cleaned it up. I went crazy with the lighting. I wanted it to be dramatic, like Terzo!

[puppiilove-mail]

hhh mind fuzzy thinking about soft puppy all worked up, humping a plushie in heat, groping its chest, whining and moaning softly before being found by its doggie dom top, quickly babbling all embarrassed before being pinned down by their doggie

thinking about how doggie is probably all worked up as well, giving puppy some nice bites and licks before gripping puppy's cute lil hips and pushing its big throbbing doggie cock into the whiny pup's tight lil warm cunt, such a tight little fit, making puppy feel like its being broken in half

aaaa thinking about doggie having to work at fucking its precious puppy's hole, kissing and telling pup that they'll make it fit, before thrusting its knot into the poor little puppy's warm drippy cunt, fucking litter after litter into their poor lil puppy's tummy >///< <3

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I feel like, Young!Pathetic!Konig would do REALLY well with a Older!Lady-Cougar!Reader, She's maybe been divorced twice and looking ta maybe become widowed this time? May-haps her current hubby has wealth and power but is a few screws short of being a good man towards our poor reader, and there's that Pesky prenup that makes it so she won't get ANYTHING in a divorce...buuuttt if the bastard has a bit of an....*Oopsie doodle*.... Maybe she's looking for someone to take care of her problem, and maybe she likes this young soldier boy, whose all too happy to help with *whatever needs* she might have? Likes how desperate he is for just her hand on his arm, likes how he's on his need begging for just a *taste* Likes that she can teach him how to please a woman, how to make her moan like no lover before....Likes how willing he is to kill the man she's married too...

Asfdf my brain short circuited ❤️ I know I said somewhere that I don’t write cheating but if it’s cheating a bad man with an even worse man König….

CW: 18+ MDNI. Age difference, F!dom/M!sub undertones, praise kink, cheating (your husband is an old dick), mating press & other shenanigans, murder & mentions of blood, König is a lovesick yandere in the making.

It was just one night.

Just one night to satiate your needs because your husband for sure never takes care of them.

But then the young pup you picked off from the pub pops into your workplace next week... With a large bouquet of flowers in his hand and a box of chocolate in the other, your desperate little “detour” looks like a boy who just got laid for the first time in his life.

“König…” you sigh and pull him to an empty breakroom before all your colleagues see you’ve cheated on your beloved husband with a man at least ten years younger than you.

“You can’t be here,” you start, trying to ignore the happy, greedy stares this little—big—soldier gives you.

He’s all the equal to his alias, looking like a king in the making with those wide shoulders and that fierce stare. But his hands are shaking, he guides those eyes to the floor as he puts the gifts on the table littered with crumbs and coffee stains, switches his weight from one foot to the other once you start to tell him how it is.

He listens dutifully as you try to explain how it was only one night, that he was incredibly lovely and you had so much fun but that you can’t see each other anymore. It was wrong of you to do so in the first place, you’re married, and you’re so, so sorry... You were just so sad and lonely.

You tell him he’s a good man. That he’ll find someone special, some lovely girl to call his own. He will find someone who can give him what he wants, someone who will cover him with kisses for bringing her flowers and sweets.

You try to explain it to him even as you get slowly chased into a corner, you try to tell him what a catch he is even when you get pinned to the wall by a hard, lean chest.

You try to tell him that he’s the perfect man for some other girl even when he pulls your strings aside and bullies his cock inside you.

One minute is all it takes as he huffs and groans and fucks you against the wall, your moans and his grunts barely muffled by shirts and fists and lips and skin. There’s lipstick on his clean, white shirt after he’s done with you, teeth marks where his shoulder meets his neck, a spittle of cum on your skirt as he pulls it down with shaky hands.

“Sorry,” he murmurs in your ear. “I just had to see you. I missed you so much...”

Your cunt is what he missed, any woman could see that. Got a taste of it last weekend and wouldn’t let you leave his place at all; a small, miserable flat of 25 square meters, with burned rice on the stove and a thin, cum-stained mattress on the floor. He fucked you on that mattress, four times because on the fifth attempt to part your shaking thighs, you told this horny lad you need to go home.

“I know, big boy. I missed you too. But you need to go now,” you say to your pretty lover. Ugly but pretty, in his own way, his utter lack of cruelty is what makes him beautiful in your eyes.

“I don’t want to,” he dares to argue back and claims your mouth, kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

“You have to,” you moan. “König–”

“I love you.”

You’re huffing, panting into each other’s throats as you realize he’s even younger than you thought. Fell in love with your cunt so easily, this big runt, thinks it’s meant to be just because you’re wet and he’s hard.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff and look at the drowsy smile, the messy state of this lovesick man before you fight your way out of his lap.

You want to cry, wail, scream from the injustice. Where was this silly young golden retriever six months ago? Why didn’t you meet him when you were single and sweet? Now you’re trapped in an unhappy marriage with some old fool who was cunning enough to trick you into a ludicrous deal with him. The prenupt you discovered only later, after he swore that you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life and that everything that belonged to him would be yours one day. In reality, you’ve had to beg for every crumb, act the part of a trophy wife who also has to work herself to death. And he won’t even fuck you, only wants you to massage his back and his cock while you’re left all alone without love, without a single kind word.

But König never lets you go: not in a way you beg him to, no, he always shows up at your door. Sneaks into your lonely room from the window, licks you to ruin while you laugh and tell him no, fucks you three times a night, crawls under the bed when a cleaning lady almost catches you two. He shows up at cafes, restaurants, conferences, parties, everywhere where you go but your husband won’t.

He’s so reckless that you have to teach him to be more patient, more gentle. You guide his fingers and his head, even his cock, while locking your eyes with his so that he knows when he’s doing it right. You praise him for a good, unhurried fuck, cup his face and kiss him when he gives it to you nice and slow. Anyone can see he'd want to ram it in until there’s nothing left of him and you, but you kiss and kiss and kiss him until the poor boy moans and cums without permission, just from that tiny taste of intimacy and love.

He gets pets, smooches and caresses, blowjobs that leave him shaking and breathless on the bed. He looks like he has no brains left after you’re done with him, looks a little helpless when you climb on top of him and help yourself with his cock after he only just came.

He’s always up in no time, especially if you tell him he did well. Stares at you and your breasts like you’re a vision from heaven, drools on them once when you won’t let him have a lick. Mopes when you laugh at his predicament, and won’t stop brooding even when you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

But he’s never mad at you for long, not if you call him sweetie or your silly apple crumb, not if you let him fall asleep in your bed, partly on top of you. There’s always a wet spot on your back if he’s the big spoon, he begs you to sleep naked as he does, says it’s better for your health and then teases you with his fingers come morning, probably thinking he’s so very clever. Takes you to the theater and offers you expensive port wine and cake, tells you how to steal a car, how to shoot any gun. Gives you a hungry kiss in public when you tell him he has to act like he’s your cousin from abroad, vanishes for weeks to his training, sends letters instead of texts, and tells you he’s going to be a big boss someday.

It’s hard to imagine this serious but silly mess as an intimidating officer, not even when you know he has the size and looks for it. He’s too innocent and needy, doesn't know how the real world works yet. Thinks he’s immortal just because he’s young...

There’s a certain darkness in him, and you mistake it for the remnants of some turbulence of his teenage years, just some wrath of a boy who never got what he wanted. Who wouldn’t be a little pissed and impatient in their twenties? He probably doesn’t even know what he wants: hell, you don’t know what you want.

“Like this...?” He asks demurely when he lifts your knees to your ears and sinks his cock into you inch by inch, carefully as if it’s the first time you’re making love.

“Just like that,” you whisper as he spreads you so wide you can’t even breathe, fills you up deliciously, like no one else before. His eyes never leave you, not even when he uses your hole as a place to bury himself and all his bad memories, not even when he makes you squirt like you’re nothing but an oasis in a desert that never ends.

But you know he comes to you for other things than just that.

He comes to you for kind words, breathy praise, soft touches and ruffles of his hair. He comes to you for practice and to get his sense of self in order. He’s your pretty knight in shining armor when others have called him ugly, he’s your strong bull when others have ridiculed his disproportionate limbs. He’s your safe haven, your sunshine, your crazy, silly man, your soldier and your savior, and he soaks up your love and attention like a sponge: every drop gets gulped down like he’s a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t take sips, he doesn’t know how to, and you on the other hand don’t know how to quench the raging drought inside him, long after yours has been satiated.

You sleep like Romeo and Juliet just before their death, and fuck like rabbits in the spring. He takes you in the car, in the closet, in the toilet, in other people’s beds, even at the alley one night.

“I love you,” he always says after he has spilled his cum – it’s like a ritual or a prayer, and you always reach for the baby hairs of his neck in return, and give them the gentlest caress.

“I love you too,” you whisper one night – it just slips when you stroke his cheek. It never comes as a surprise that he gives you the most miserable pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

He knows about your situation, knows enough that you’re trapped and unhappy. But you never knew he saw you as a victim. If anything, you feel like he’s the victim here. Poor boy, saving what little he has for a future with some woman who knows nothing about true love... You’re not the one for him, you’re not even a silly little sex kitten any young soldier would want to play with. You’re just some bored, abandoned wife who wants to feel something, mean something to someone. But you love him enough to know that you’ll let him go when he wants to move on. As bitter as it makes you feel, you know you’ll give him to someone younger and more beautiful, someone who will love as passionately as he does. Anything to make him truly happy.

But the next evening, König doesn’t climb in through your window. He uses the door, the inside door, and you jump from the bed and hurry to him in your nightgown, the only gift your husband ever gave you.

“I killed him for you,” he says, your soldier boy from Austria, your good, good boy with a good, big cock.

You only now see that his hands are stained in blood, and nothing shakes anymore: your wannabe sniper is as calm as ever when he confesses he’s murdered someone.

“...What?”

He comes to you and cups your face, the blood on his hands both wet and cold. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, not even after he’s had a good fuck. The boy who no one ever loved has turned into a man, but what kind of man… You shiver in his clutch, unsure if you’re about to suffer a heart attack from fear or love.

“He didn’t suffer... Much,” he says, his cracked lips only a breath away from yours. “Knives can be messy…”

You gulp while staring into the deep, dark abyss of his eyes, the innocent baby blue nearly swallowed by the darkest of all loves.

This is not how you thought things would go… You were supposed to give the old man the finger and divorce during the summer. Put your finances in order so that you can escape. Maybe fuck König on the side and see if he’s still the man of your dreams once you’re happily divorced.

Now he’s telling you you’ll marry as soon as possible, or that if you want a summer wedding, he can wait a few months… He tells you you have nothing to worry about, he won’t go to jail, not this time. He’ll take care of you now; he just got promoted. You don’t ever have to be sad again.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he says when all words have finally escaped you. “Now we can be together. Forever…”

[ingravinoveritas]

Of course you will, David...

[eatingoutmen]

Since there’s ZERO Professor/Sergio Marquina x Male Reader. I’m gonna feed you, because why not??? The man is fine as hell and you guys are drooling all over him (same.)

Sergio Marquina x Top Male Reader

NSFW Headcanons!!

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— He’s both a pillow princess and a bratty bottom depending on his mood.

— Pulling or tugging his hair turns him on, the first time you did it. He let out a loud moan.

— Will keep his glasses on during sex if you ask him to. (bcuz why not? He looks so fucking hot wearing them.)

— If he’s feeling really needy for you, he’ll straight up BEG. Pleading how much he craves you with every fiber of his being.

— LOVES when you manhandle him.

— He likes it slow and sensual but if he has a lot of pent up tension, he wouldn't mind you going fast and rough.

— He gets so flustered when you leave rough kisses and bite marks on his body, it’s like your way of claiming what belongs to you. And he’d do the same thing to you as well.

— If your bodies are pressed closely together, he’d plant kisses all over your neck and shoulders as his lips trailed up to your jaw before he finally kisses your lips.

— Though you are the top in the relationship, he still likes to take charge and be the dominant one and you let him of course.

— Lets out the most LOUDEST moans and whimpers whenever you eat him out, he’s straight up crying and gripping your hair on how good your mouth and tongue feels in his hole. (he'd literally let you live between his thighs.)

— Lets out whimpers and whines whenever your hands roam around his body, each touch and caress you give him makes him shiver in excitement.

— If you manage to drive him crazy, he’ll straight up BEG for you in Spanish or can’t even form coherent words at all and just let his cries of pleasure speak for you.

— Gets so flustered and aroused seeing the bulge in his stomach when your cock is inside of him, it makes him feel so small.

— He LOVES it when you fuck him till he’s straight up a needy dumb slut who begs for your cock.

— He LOVES it when your fingers are deep inside of him, feeling them going in out of his walls and hitting his ‘sweet spot’. Fingering him completely as your free hand jerks off his cock.

— He LOVES when you praise him, it makes him feel acknowledged and knowing how much he’s doing a good job pleasing you.

— When he gave you head for the first time, it was messy and sloppy but he quickly learned and improved his skills.

— He likes it when you fuck his face, seeing you grip his hair and roll your hips and praise him on how good his mouth feels on your cock and calling him a 'good boy'. (bonus points if he's wearing his glasses!!)

— He could spend hours sucking and jerking your cock off, he’d watch you go crazy and literally cry from pleasure as your body is trembling from his oral skills.

— Gets very turned on whenever you call him “Professor” in bed.

— Very touch starved so he HAS to be touching you at all times.

— Eye contact at all times, he needs to see your every reaction.

— Loves touching your sensitive spots on your body just to drive you crazy and crave for more.

— He’s very attentive to your reactions and memorizes what you like and where you want to be touched. That way he can please you good.

— Gets very flustered when you worship him or his body, sexually or not like he stops functioning at that point.

— He ALWAYS talks you through while you fuck him. Telling you how much he craves you and how he wants it fast and rough, etc.

— He loves riding you, it’s his way torturing your cock. He teases his movements just to see you to beg for him to bounce on your cock like there’s no tomorrow.

— He enjoys edging you, it’s another way of him torturing your cock until you plead at him to let you cum.

— Has the most biggest bedroom eyes ever, even if he denies he doesn't have. Whenever you glance at him, you can't even tell if he needs you or not. (no but, srsly tell me I'm lying.)

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Anyways that’s all ˃ᴗ˂ !!

[dogd0m-charlie]

guys. guys i just got gay transgender head for the first time. WHY did no one tell me about this my life has been altered permanently I'm fucking crazy I'm crazy I'm crazy I'm crazy I'm GRRRRARARSRSGGSG RRRUFF WOOF GRRRRRRRRXBJSBSKSNDMD

[goodpvppy]

waking up to soft touches trailing my body… feeling your lips at my neck and being sleepily confused why i feel so full until you thrust and i can’t help but to whimper and you cover my mouth, “shhh… be quiet pretty boy. i couldn’t help it when you are so perfect for me like this.”

[xpupslxtx]

a moment of appreciation for when they’re so hard their t dick starts twitching

[inactiveobeymeblog]

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Just a thought, but I definitely think Levi would be into cross-dressing in the bedroom.

I mean like. Can you imagine? 😳

Levi would totally rock a pink fit with high rise stockings and a cute crop top with a collar and animal-like accessories. (i.e cat/wolf ears, cat/dog tail etc.)

He’d love it when MC pulls on the leash attached to his collar and he’d be praised my MC as he shows off his cute little outfit.

Levi would put himself in different positions to show off different parts of his body while MC gets the greats view.

He’d be putting his legs up on objects to show off the thigh highs and his legs as well as the cute little booty-shorts he wold wear that would be too tight for his liking around his genitalia.

He’d bend down, showing off how hard he is underneath the thin clothing. He’d pose his upper body to bring light to his chest and torso that seemed to get more red as Levi gets more passionate with it overtime.

MC can’t help but reward him with a dildo and a vibrator.

MC would praise him as he rides the dildo. MC would also be pressing the vibrator to Levi’s dick(s) and he’d be helpless as MC makes him cum all over himself.

MC would coo and praise him before cleaning him up and getting him into more comfortable clothing.

Levi would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being eyed like candy.

Perhaps he might even enjoy it if you have him a little lick…

[captainai-47]

Ever thought about how handy a strong gf is to carry your drunk ass to bed?

Drunk Luci is literally just so—*sobs*

[t-u-i-t-c]

"It's you..."

[cupidkyu]

power bottom kinich?

[ineedthem-carnally]

Fem aligned don’t interact

Satan(obey me) x male reader drabble (nsfw)

Imagine licking up Satans sweat:

His shirt is off your sitting in his lap licking at the sweat on his skin. You’re occasionally leave a bite mark or hickey on his neck and chest. He’s groaning above you, looking down as you make art upon his upper body. He’s giving you some of the most intense bedroom eyes you have ever bare witnessed to.

At this point you both are grinding up against each other. He tugs your hair so you are face to face and pulls you into a kiss.

His tongue is licking around your mouth while he has a harsh grip on your hair. His other hand goes down to squeeze your thigh. You can feel his cock pressing up against yours through the fabric of both your pants.

The grinding of bodies is more intense now. You can feel your release at the tip of your fingers. You start babbling ‘close,’ as Satan adjusts his grip to start grinding your hips down towards his.

He pulls back and you try to chase his lips. Ever so desperate for more; willing to take whatever he offers. You whine high in your throat.

Satan puts two fingers in front of your mouth uttering out “Suck.”

You instantly start lapping at his fingers enjoying the feeling of something occupying your mouth.

“Good boy,” he mutters “so obedient just for me, hmm?”

(This is my first time ever writing something erotic so sorry if it sucks, but I saw Satan’s newest card and mmm…)