#it says take a bath you big tit having person

[illjustpretend]

the real cause of the upheaval

[yangcherie]

bathing.

𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).

𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.

𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?

𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.

“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”

Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.

[suguru-getos]

Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me — K. Bakugou x f!Reader

Summary: You, a top model meet pro hero Dynamight on your Victoria's Secret fashion show. You didn't know how easily you both could cling like magnets. Maybe you found your soulmate, why else does it seem so easy? So loving? So ethereal? A/N: I missed writing my Jerk (Bakugou) so here I go. The character is giving off Y/N from Wattpad almost (KEKEKEK) :3 What! Sue me! Also brb gonna take a bath in holy water after this. Not beta'd take the typos like a pro ;) also this is probably my longest fic IN A WHILE and that's saying something!!! Warnings: N!pple play, F!ingering, S3x(P in V), missionary, doggy-style, squ!rting, breed!ng, dirty talk, spank!ngs. Let me know if I missed anything. :3 Oh and TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

You sucked in a breath when you heard the announcements go off, the announcer urging the models to get done with their hair & makeup fast. It wasn’t like any other show, honestly. It was the Victoria’s Secret show. The internet alone can swamp any and every other news when this ‘phenomenon’ occurs. You have been on a strict diet of salads, high pilates & cardio, and for the past two days — dehydration to show your abs more. Being a successful model is all about making it look effortless even if it’s all graft, tenacity & utterless devotion. No career is easy at the end of the day after all.

“Y/n, are you okay? The show is about to start.” Your manager, also the manager of this event comes up to you, long, poised strides in her red bottom pencil heels. She’s wearing a satin, well-tailored coat and a skirt. “Can’t wait to munch on a fucking burger and drink a gallon of cold soda.” You smirk, your eye makeup was completed, the final touches of the makeup setting spray was splayed on by the makeup artist tending to you.

“You look gorgeous, Y/n.” He commented, voice feminine & fashion sense incredible. He was gay, and one of your best friends in the industry. “Man, so many people would be here in the show.” You snorted, “who’s coming to sing?” Your curiosity is piqued. There is always a star who comes in and makes sure the runway ends up a much better experience.

“It’s Jungkook.” Your manager responds curtly.

“Fuckin’ hell they literally bagged Jungkook?” You scoffed almost, ah— shit. Jungkook has a massive following, of course they would. Even if he’s your ex boyfriend. Of course they fucking would. You pursed your lips, your relationship with him was entirely kept a secret. He’s an idol, worshipped infact— and that ended up for the best when you parted ways. The NDA was perfect. Though you often wondered if the glamour you chose for yourself would ever allow you a fair chance at getting the right partner.

“Eh, Jungkook’s not my type.” Your bestie, the makeup artist Samuel hums, his shoulders shrugging up. “I got my eyes on the heroes.” He winks, adjusting the last finished strands of your hair. The heroes…

“I don’t understand why the heroes are invited to stuff like these.” You roll your eyes. It is weird to think about. He chuffs, “oh come on— they’re just as big of celebrities & events like these are all about glamour and showing off.” He snorts, “Dynamight’s coming, Star and Stripes is coming, a lot of the heroes who are under the top three would be here. Gahh I wonder how Dynamight looks in a suit… dude’s fucking jacked. I’m drooling just thinking about it.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Okay okay, drooling dog. Leave me alone and let me calm my tits before the walk begins.”

Dynamight huh, Katsuki Bakugou. The number one hero of Japan. He is popular enough, you have seen him bag the Calvin Klein’s Times Square ad. Your fingers itched towards your phone, searching up Dynamight on Instagram. There were two accounts. One of them was the official hero account, named Dynamight. The other was— seemingly his personal account, it was named BakugouKatsuki. Both of them were public though. Ah, you will stalk him later. Now isn’t the best time.

You get up, itching in your feet into the pencil heels and stretching your body. Amidst the ruckus, you were given your Victoria’s Secret wings, and your lingerie set. It was beautiful, you’d give them that. They do end up spending and extravagant amount of money for this after all. “Phew, I’m ready.”

There were other models lined up before you, you had been the show-stopper. It’s flamingly obvious not to think much about yourself, but you’d give yourself credit for being one of the top models in the entire industry. You also have a whooping Instagram following, and your socials are always stacked with brand deals. Jungkook was singing Seven, a safe version. You don't want to be delusional and think he chose that song because he wrote it for you, nah, you and him are over for good. Besides, he was in a parasocial relationship with his fans. That's just not your vibe.

You exhaled, engaging your core and coming out finally. It was your turn to go in and leave the crowd in absolute awe. Your time to shine! Yeah, your time to shine. No matter how many shows you have participated in, the feeling before the runway is second to none. You stepped out, peppering flying kisses to the crowd as you passed by Jungkook, catwalking.

You didn't think the first person your eyes would meet would be Bakugou himself, it was eye contact that lasted a few seconds, as you turned around and walked back inside, coming out with the fashion designer and clapping.

"What was that Bakubro?" Red Riot was sitting beside his high school best friend, smirking when he noticed Katsuki caught red-handed. "Didn't you say you have no interest in watching models and this was a waste of time?" He snickers, pulling Katsuki's leg.

Katsuki.... on the other hand, was mesmerized. He had never seen someone so beautiful. Honestly, he wasn't one to keep up with the models and the glamour the industry had to offer. He had a simple routine, focus on training, go patrolling, partake in brand deals, and sleep by 9 pm. This seemed different, especially when the eye contact you both had was so magnetic. What the fuck was happening to him he wondered... why was he behaving like a high school student all over again. Dynamight was in his late twenties now. It's not to say that he hasn't dated people at all, he has, in fact, he has a fair share of girlfriends too. He just wasn't expecting you to latch onto his heart & rip it out of his chest (respectfully).

Maybe he dan divert his mind until after the show. The Victoria's Secret brand had dealings with the Bulgari Hotel in Milan. (Where the show was held), of course, your and Katsuki's suites would be on the same floor. The show was a huge success, you knew it the moment you walked back inside and got jump-hugged by the entire team. They loved your walk, and it made you grin like an appreciated child.

"Finally I can binge." You snickered, getting out after thirty minutes or so from the show. In your head, the eye-contact with the ruby-eyed man was nothing much, merely a coincidence perhaps. You don't know much about Bakugou Katsuki anyway. You do tell your gay best friend about it though, chuckling & giggling at how he loses his mind over it. "I think Dynamight will stay in the same hotel as mine, but before leaving, I can secure an autograph for you if you'd like."

"YOU'D DO THAT?" Samuel is on top of the world when he hears your offer. How nice and kind of you. "I could do that of course!" You smile, he has been great and helpful in calming your nerves before your show. You can do that for him without thinking twice. "Great, thank you so much Y/N! You are a literal gem." He whines, kicking feet in excitement. "Dynamight's known for being intimidating and a no-bullshit guy, so just be...careful." He smiled. You raised a brow at the description, chuckling. Whatever, it's just an autograph. You were sure Samuel was just fangirling.

You walked towards Bakugou and his friend Red Riot, wearing a plain white tee shirt and some shorts. A Prada handbag over your shoulder, Cartier bracelet set on your left arm, and some boots just so you look fine in case you get accidentally papped. "Uh oh, Hottie alert, Hottie alert. She's coming this way Bakugou." Kirishima warns, while Katsuki doesn't turn, smirking. "Maybe she's into you just as much huh?" "Shut up, Kiri. I'm not even into her." What a lie, what a damned lie, because when you tap his shoulder, his entire body shudders.

"Hey- Dynamight, hi!" You smile, watching him turn to face you. Geez, he's tall and big, the blonde doesn't make him look any less intimidating. He has a scar on his eye but it only accentuates his gruff and masculine look. You swallow, "Hey there." Katsuki raises a brow, smirking at you. "Y/N right? The fabulous show stopper." He praises, and you can't help but blush a little.

"Hehe, yeah, thank you so much." You gently tussle through your bag, taking out a notepad. "Can I please get an autograph?" You smile, you wouldn't be one of those cunts who would outrightly say that it's not for you. Why do you need to specify explicitly anyway? "Aww, she's a fan?" Katsuki grins, taking the notepad from you. "Haha!" You don't respond. You don't want to ruin the vibe of the interaction. Unlucky for you, Bakugou is a pest. "So should I write Y/N, or ShowStopper Y/N?" He smirked, uh oh... "You can make two?" You raised a brow, smiling softly. "One for me and one for Samuel, my makeup artist." You smile. "Sure can." He writes the autograph, smirking, "You didn't want an autograph did ya?" Ouch, how did he catch you red-handed so easily? "Hm? Why do you feel so?" You raise a brow, taking the notepad from him. "I'm the number one hero of Japan, Sweetheart. I got my own tricks up my sleeve." He smirked, oh what a charming guy. You wonder why is he infamous for being intimidating then... maybe just his personality and his looks. "I don't mind getting one, honestly, who knows I might become a fan in the future." You smiled back. "Oh yeah? That's gonna make me real fuckin' proud of yer taste, Sweetheart." He grins, and Kirishima has long excused Bakugou and you to chitchat alone.

You chuckled, oh my, he was cocky and yet charming enough to pull it off. Meanwhile, all Bakugou thought was how your eyes are so pretty, and you smile so easily it should be illegal. Your smile makes even the crankiest of people smile. Him included.

"Whatcha doin' after this?" He asks you, raising a brow. Please be free, please be free. "Ah- it's just, my own ritual of unwinding after fashion shows to go and binge on junk food. I am going to this amazing pizza place." You smile, and Bakugou notices your body, you are stunning, but it's clear you need to maintain unrealistic standards for this. "Mind if I join?" He confidently asks, Bakugou Katsuki's confidence ever since he was a child was sky high. He doesn't mind chasing what he wants, he doesn't mind latching on to what he wants. He doesn't mind putting in the work for what he wants. Whether it's the number one hero ranking, or his new ambition - You.

"You can." You perk up, of course, you don't mind that. You wonder if he's asking you on a date or just hanging out with you. "Alright then, let's go?" You ask him again, truth be told you were starving. You need a lot of water down your stomach and also, food. "Lead the way Kitten."

You blink at the nickname, Kitten? "Kitten?" You snorted, why? "Yeah, cus you walk the show like a little lion cub," he smirked, quite assertive behind his reasoning. It makes your heart flutter. "I, see... interesting. Is it something you do? Give people you like, nicknames?" "Yeah, it's a me thing," Katsuki smirked, he loved how you sneakily asked him whether he likes you or not. "I do that to people I hate too though." He teased, biting his lip and smirking at the confused pout. "Not you though, I like ya." He admits upfront. Katsuki doesn't want to play games. It's either he doesn't give a shit, or he's into it dedicatedly.

You gnaw at your lip, walking ahead of him, thank god your back is turned towards him. Else you'd be embarrassed of just how easily he can sway you off your feet. You and him get into the car after, driving to the nearest pizza place. Your knees touch during the car ride, fuck why are you thinking about the slightest of touches Jesus! Neither of you avoid the touch though. "So I'm guessing the pre-walk schedule is pretty ass, huh?" You like that he wants to know about you in a 'I want to get to know you better' sense and not in a 'I want to hook up and leave you after' sense. "Yeah, the last four days I have been dehydrated. I can enjoy in peace now though, before the next show." You nod, looking at him in the eyes, evaluating his expressions. Bakugou looks, conflicted. On one hand, he admires this, on the other hand, he's pissed that this is what gets imposed. He clicks his tongue, "If I were to organize a damn show I'd make sure none of the dehydration shit happens, tch." You chuckle at how intensely he feels about it. It makes you feel validated, makes you feel seen and heard. "Yeah? Maybe you can organize one for your merch." You winked.

"Fuckin' Brilliant aren'tcha?" Katsuki exclaims, grinning wide. He would, and you'd be the show stopper, and it would be a statement towards normalizing human bodies. It sounds so perfect in his head, he would definitely bother his Assistant about this later.

When you both reached the Pizza place, Bakugou gets your door, smirking when you are almost shocked by it. "What? The least ya can do is expect a Hero to be chivalrous, ye?" You giggle, holding his hand, noticing the sheer difference in your hands versus his. Your hands are soft, meek, delicate, having their own hand care routine. His hands are smooth, a little moist due to sweat which you think doesn't bother him. It doesn't bother you either honestly. Plus, he smells amazing... almost in a way that could make you dizzy from it all.

"Um, what should I call you? Dynamight? Bakugou? Katsuki? Japanese people prefer to be called by their last name until they explicitly give permission, no?" You have done a few shows in Japan and know a thing or two about their culture. Bakugou only smirks harder, holding your hand & caressing it with the pad of his thumb, he leans it up to show you. "If I'm holdin' yer hand, I'd prefer to be called Katsuki, Sweetheart." "Y-Yeah, right." You are flustered. The way he looks at you is so intense and yet calming. This man is almost paradoxical.

You both get inside, taking one of the cozy booths of the restaurant. The vibe of the place is luxurious, Grenadil, African Blackwood, lamps which are delicately hand-carved. The place speaks Old-Money.

Bakugou takes a seat next to you, handing you the laminated menu with exquisite handwritten Calligraphy, "There ya go." He smirks. You notice the menu he has given you has no prices on the dishes. He has his own menu. "Uh, they have no money imprinted, are you sure this menu is okay?" This is your first time seeing this. "Yeah, s' okay. S' cus y'er not supposed to be worrying about the price of the dishes." He says it rather assertively. "The man should." He shows his menu. Oh- Of course, for a place this extra, they would have some new ritual like this for all the trophy-wives. "Katsuki- no- I'd feel guilty." You pouted. "Yeah? Yer gonna feel guilty for it bein' my job to spoil ya? On a date? Our first date?" All of a sudden, every doubt in your mind is faded. Things were escalating so quickly yet, you feel like you know this man for years, how bizarre, how comforting, how amazing! The way your heart breaks into little palpitations of excitement is second to none.

You looked down, a hue of red creeping into your cheeks. ''Gah would ya look at that!" Bakugou points at your flustered expression instantly. "She's the prettiest baddest Queen in this world, and I got her feelin' cutesy and feminine, ye?" Yes, yes it has... it's always the little things after all. You chuckle, looking up at him, extending your hand over the table so he could hold it. "You smell amazing, Katsuki." You compliment him too.

Honestly, you have never felt someone smelling this amazing as Bakugou. "Yeah? Part of my charm." He croons in his gravelly voice, the tip of his tongue brushing his upper teeth in a mischievous grin. "S' a part of my quirk." He admits, leaning back and manspreading a little. Your heart feels like it would jump out of your chest at that, you swallow the thick lump of saliva. "Yeah?" "Yeah, that's right Sweetheart." Bakugou hums again, kissing your knuckle. "What about you, have any quirks?" "Unfortunately, nope." You chuckle, a little embarrassed. You know if this man is the number one hero of Japan, he must have a formidable quirk after all. "Aw, she's my little quirkless rarity gem ain't she?" "Yeah."

Katsuki's words were healing something within you that you didn't know was broken. You were feeling all sorts of things, slightly aghast at how easily your senses feel dizzy around the true embodiment of masculinity. A little merry on how you don't have to think about anything and let him take care of you. You needed this after the tough show you've had. You ordered a pizza, and some drinks with it. "So, what next?" You don't want to get too ahead of yourself either. Maybe all this could fade the moment you both sleep together.

"Next, we go on another date, then another, then another. In between those dates, I'll steal a kiss or two." He grins. Making you chuckle, how old school... "That's all you will steal?" You ask him, quite upfront on your own this time. "Mm~ I can't be too greedy or I might make a certain Kitten uncomfortable." He winks.

"Would I make a certain hero uncomfortable if I stole more than a kiss?" You smirk, watching Bakugou grin in surprise. "Nah, the hero wants what his Princess wants." He admits shamelessly.

The dinner goes by in a haze, Bakugou asks you about your family, how many people are there in your nuclear family, you ask him, a little bit of what and hows about starting a career. You get to know he's a Taurus, and his MBTI Type is ENTJ, his Enneagram is 8w7. No wonder he is so steadfast and determined. The dinner ended with you two getting back to go to the same hotel, walking and chit-chatting through your lives, how a daily routine in your lives looks like, favourite coffee order, favourite animals, favourite bands, favourite brands, favourite foods.... until Bakugou was in front of your suite.

"Uhm, goodnight Katsuki." You smile, getting on your tippy toes and kissing his lips softly. A burning sensation ripples through your nerves instantly. Oh no- now you can't stop. Now he can't stop. There is an unsaid desperation in the way you & him deepen the kiss, a relief washing over you as the suite's door gets unlocked with a beeping sound of your card against the sensor.

You jump on him immediately, cupping his face, scratching his undercut, rabid pants echoing through the room as you lean back to catch a breath. "Wildin' aren't we?" Bakugou smirked, leaning you against the wall with his hand supporting the back of your head as he kissed you more, fuck you have awakened something carnal within him. "Yeah- yeah-" You manage to choke on your breaths as he dives against your neck, nibbling at the supple skin, licking the tender ache. "Katsuki- please-" You want more. Especially now when you can feel his semi nudged against your heat. You want it so bad, you didn't even know him a few hours ago... and now here you were.

"Yeah? Are ya sure?" He asks, seriously. He doesn't need this to be hurried. "Yeah, I'm sure."

And that was all Bakugou needed, his lips smashing against you once more, tongue exploring your mouth, colliding against yours, his mouth wrapping around your tongue and suckling nastily. Katsuki leans back, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his. He supports you by your booty, hands kneading the area on your clothed shorts as he manspreads on the couch, watching how you straddle him. You take off your shirt on your own, and unhook your tee shirt bra next. Before you can switch to your shorts, Katsuki removes his own shirt. Oh my god-

He is jacked, and there are battle scars all over his body. Your hand leans in, absentmindedly tracing one of them. You could only imagine how dangerous it must be, how dangerous his line of work is. Everyday he keeps his life on the line to protect people like you - to protect those who can't fend for themselves. Your eyes softened, and Bakugou notices you lean into the duvet of your thoughts. "Hey, they're from years ago." He smirked, kissing your cheek. "Literal years, when I was Baby Dynamight." He chuckled, lightening up your mood instantly. He leans in, hands kneading and groping at your now perky breasts and tits. "She's fuckin' stunning god damn." He cusses under his breath, eagerly wrapping his tongue around one of the nipples, while his fingers pinched and played around with the other. The sensation sends waves of pleasure down your core, it aches so deliciously good. You lean your head back, gasping out at the welcomed assault on your body. This was beyond perfect. "Katsuki-" You mumbled, just chanting his name as he switches to the other nipple, his hand caressing your sides, knuckles caressing the temples of your cheek. "Mhm~ so perfect, Princess."

Every action only makes you dive deeper into a space you've never dived on before. His fingers skilfully unbutton your shorts next, peeling off your panties. "Let's check what's the situation." He smirks, though his ruby eyes are steeled on your face. Massive hands cupping your bare pussy, you can feel your essence coat his palm, but you're not shy anymore. You want him to know he does this to you. You want him to be aware of the effect he has on you. "Fuckin' soaking." He smirked, middle finger and ring finger parting your entrance while his middle finger nudged against your tight hole. The tip pierces inside your pussy almost instantly. "Oh perfect little thing." He snickers, curling it just the right way to make your eyes roll back. "Yeah baby, keep makin' that pretty face f'me." He groans, leaning in and latching onto your sensitive tits again. "Not sorry bout it in the least, need to mark ya." He groans, suckling against your skin, marking your breasts in hickeys while he drills his finger inside your cunt. The pleasure has you reeling soon, eyes rolling back. "Katsuki- please-" you buck your hips against him helplessly, pussy twitching and fluttering shamelessly. "Yeah baby? Gonna cum?" He croons, smirking at the way your body gets littered in goosebumps. "Mhm~ Yeah." You nodded like a bobble head, the pleasure reaching new heights. "Gonna make a mess on Daddy's fingers?" he asks again, almost edging you. The new nickname has you clamping tightly as a reaction, Bakugou chuckles. "Then cum."

Your entire body shivers at the assault, his thumb finding it's way to your clit, rubbing in rhythmic circles around the bundle of nerves, watching you tweak and tremble. "Atta girl! Good job little one." He smirked, quickly changing your position to laying on the couch with him hovering over you. His hand never leaves your clit, pulling out a long and tiring orgasm as his massive cock greets you. Before you could say anything before you could protest in whines that his massive, veiny cock could never fit inside you. It could break you- his cock fills you up instantly.

You see white, your senses are torn apart. The pain surges through your body like venom, filled with excruciating amounts of pleasure. You scream out, cunt almost ripped open despite being so wet and so lubed. "Kah- AH- t'suki-" You are broken, this is exactly how you expected it to feel like. Still, you want him to move, you want him to make you feel better. You want him to show you how it feels when he's pistoning this inside and out, when he's ruining your insides his shape.

Bakugou leans in, caressing your face and peppering it with soft kisses. "Yeah Princess, you did it." He praises, and you couldn't help but rut your hips against him at the praise. You need him. "Uh huh? Wan' Daddy to take care of you?" He smirked at that, relishing your shameless movements, his cock jams against your pussy, fervour akin to an animal in a rut. You feel so good he can't help but want more either, thrusts powerful enough to cause your breasts to jiggle from the impact. "Atta girl, look at you, taking me like yer made for me." he groans, watching your fucked out expressions, listening to your melodious cries that only make him push you further. "Kah- Mm!"

His hand caresses your clit, pinching at the sensitive bundle of nerves, tap-slapping it, caressing it, playing with it. Every movement sends you reeling towards the peak of pleasure. It's not too long before you feel like cumming again, a familiar knot building in your pelvis, eager to snap. "Gonna fill ya up, yeah? Need your insides to know who knocked em up' need yer pussy to know who fucked her up, who stretched her up, who ripped her up to his shape-" The way he speaks is making you spiral, your mouth falls agape as another orgasm tears through you. Helplessly wailing and letting your pussy flutter around his muscular and veiny cock. His own release comes with it, hot and thick seed painting your insides his.

You're panting like you've just run a marathon, Bakugou's sweat only making your senses hazy with its sweet, caramel scent.

"Got one more in ya?" Bakugou asks with a smirk, watching your eyes widen. You are thinking, you are contemplating. "N-never did it before." You answered honestly. "Good, then it's my princess' first time." He smirked, manhandling you to bend over the couch's arm rest, letting your legs nudge together. "Get on yer tippy toes Kitten." he kneads at your ass, spanking it once just to test the waters.

The whore-ish moan that comes out of your mouth at that only makes him more amazed. "She likes spankings huh?" He smirks, slapping on the other side and watching his hand print cover almost your whole ass cheek. "Fuck-" He hissed at the sight, watching you get on your tippy toes as he pierces your cum-dripping pussy once again. Your stomach is already pressed by the arm-rest. The position is enough to make you see stars, you can't form words. Just mewling and moaning with mouth open. His thrusts are a lot precise, a lot sharper, a lot more calculated and a lot more rough.

The force of his pelvis colliding against your ass feels like spankings in itself, your womb is crying at the feeling, your cunt squelching and making lewd noises that echo like music to his ears, just perfectly entwined with your loud moans. "Fuck- you are bloody gonna have me addicted to this shit." He groans, sounds of pap- pap- paps filling the room.

You feel weird, you feel like you could pee from the pressure alone. "Katsuki- feel like gonna squirt." You whine, embarrassed. "Aw, it's okay, do it." He hums, hand wrapping around your hair and tilting your head back for a passionate kiss.

And so you let go, you don't have any choice anyway with his thrusts ripping your pussy. "Fuck- fuck-" and so you end up squirting, the liquid dripping down your thighs as you cum your brains out. Katsuki tips off the edge at the sight too, oh what a lovely mess indeed. "Oh that's fuckin' incredible" He chuckles, slowing his thrusts to a stop.

You are floating in subspace already. You can't believe the hero you were going to stalk on Instagram has your insides bred, twice. Katsuki carries you princess-way and takes you to the bedroom, "gonna get ya some water, you were so amazin' holy shit Princess." he chuckles, peppering your face with soft, feather-like kisses. You only hum and groan in response, he literally fucked your brain into mush.

He returned with some water and added electrolytes that he found in the fridge to ensure better hydration. "Come on, champ, c'mere." He cradles you on his lap like a baby - his baby to be precise. He held the glass for you, letting you drink from the straw while his other hand is busy petting your body soothingly, your arms, your hair, your back.

"Do you want to sign an NDA? If we're gonna be a thing?" You asked him, genuinely curious, but it upsets him that this is the first thing that you say. This industry really is disgusting. "Nah, I'd like you to sign an NBA."

You raised a brow, what does that mean? "Mm?"

"Non-Breakup Agreement" He chuckled, watching you giggle too as he leaned in and kissed your lips.

[no1deepspacehater]

⸻⋅☾SYLUS - NSFW ABC's☽⋅⸻

TW: Spoilers, General TW (It's Sylus, c'mon now) and mentions of CNC (he doesn't like it, it's just mentioned)

AN: Since he's come out i've been spending so much time exploring his character and unlocking his myths!! This man has me in a chokehold. I'm so sorry Xavier.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s gonna have you in his hold for a bit, he’s not a big cuddler, but he wants you to come down nicely. So it’s a bit of him watching you relax and whipering how good you were etc for a bit.

Then, mostly for him, he’s gonna have a bit of wine (he’s such an alcoholic).

He’ll offer you a bath and shower, which he does take even if you don’t want to (remember, aftercare goes both ways, this is his way to relax.)

But don’t worry, if you want some cuddles he’s willingly, after much teasing of how much of a needy kitten you are.

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

Everything is his favourite part.

But if he has to choose, his arms and hands.

He’s put a lot of hours into training, without his evol he can still strangle the light from someone’s life on his own and punch the daylight out of them too.

For you, he is an ass and tits man. Why does he have to choose? He can and will have both.

Loves to see a curvy dress on you that shows off your physique. His hand is so quick to slide around your waist, proud to have a good looking person like you by his side to show off.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Thick, clear ropes of the stuff. He almost gets annoyed with how messy it can be.

Not that he’s opposed to covering you with the stuff, no he just prefers to fill you with it.

Loves tasting you, and having you coat his entire hand with your essence.

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

During his surveillance of you (stalking), has watched you bathed and shower at least once or twice.

Didn’t make it a habit, even he has lines, but he’s found himself enraptured with just watching you do these simple things.

It weird because he doesn’t watch you masturbate, nor masturbate himself really during the times he watched you shower.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Knows about sex. Fucks.

He’s experienced, you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s had a few workers here and there.

He also knows that just because he has experience with other women, doesn’t mean he knows all about your likings.

But trust, he’ll spend all night learning you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Reverse and regular cowgirl, surprisingly.

Bet let’s dissect, even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s of course in control.

He has no trouble holding you down on top of him, or moving you up and down on him.

And of course, the sight is beautiful to him, he’s in close reach of everything, and of course, most of the time you have no other option to be face to face with him.

Where he can really see wha’t going on in your mind.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s overly serious, but if you call his constant teasing humorous then he’s fucking hilarious.

But yes, he’s more focused on whispering the most outright naaesstttiest filth close into your ear while you come undone before him.

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

Shaved down to a minimum and neat. He has his own (very high quality) clippers for down there. Takes pride in his look.

Wouldn’t mind if you like to keep things natural, but does like to have things low for you as well.

Hell, he’ll go crazy if you have some type of design on it!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s more of a dirty romantic.

But he can be sweet, in his own way.

Telling you how much he adores you, your sounds, your body.

Soft touches, handling you delicately at times.

And he keeps you pretty close during the act, lots of skin to skin touching.

His kisses range from feather light to deep kisses, and leaving marks is definitely one of his acts of affection.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

This might be crazy, but hear me out.

I do not see this man masturbating often.

Maybe like ONCE in a literal blue moon, like if he’s deadly bored. (And let’s face it, he’s too much of a busy man to be bored.)

Also, he’s the most powerful man in the N109 zone, and basically has most of Linkon in his hands, I’m sure he will find someone (You) that will satisfy his needs.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Need I say, BLOOD KINK!?!

Yeah, he get’s down like that, and I will die on this hill.

He’d love to see your pathetic attempts at trying to make him flinch as you draw a blade against his skin, it winds him up.

Won’t go too crazy on you, but let’s just say you’re going to need a bandage for that bike mark.

Ropes, whips, cuffs, he’s into that entire scene, anything to make you submit to him.

Vibrators are common place, one of his favourite things to do is to watch you fall apart without even laying a finger on you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

One of his many secluded castles or cabins. He can get you as loud as he wants there.

Not that he really cares if anyone hears the both of you.

Prefers to be in a comfortable place really, but doesn’t mind if you want to get dirty in a semi-public place (Like a private room, clubs, office).

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

Seeing you stand your ground.

Once, you pistol whipped a high ranking gangster during an undercover mission, after he ‘joked’ about a female being in a room. Then you proceeded to berate him and his whole crew coldly and put him in his place.

He was rock hard after that. Wanted to take you then and there.

Also has a thing for you being bratty, replying smartly to his teasing. Makes him want to fuck it out of you.

Seeing you dressed up. He knows you’re not materialistic, and neither is he, but seeing you in a fitting outfit that you bought with his card (that probably cost thousands), drives him crazy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Consensual-non-consensual, or noncon stuff. Yes, he likes when you’re bratty and put up a fight a little, but not in that way. (He sees the effect of trafficking in the N109 zone, and doesn’t feel comfortable seeing anyone portray that.)

Anything that involves other types of bodily fluids, yes, that type of stuff. He finds it weird.

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

LOVES a blowjob with all his cold heart. Would never say no. He can be kind of a head pusher, because he knows it ticks you off, but if you’re not comfortable he can resists, he just likes to hear you choking on him.

Does also like to eat you out, only if you’re cool with him doing it to the point of much overstimulation (he’s going to do that anyway).

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely prefers Slow, sensual, but DEEP!!

You swear, you don’t know how he does it, but he’s gotten to places you can’t even reach with a dildo.

He’ll go wild sometimes and fuck you with sharp, sudden movements, because he’s close but he wants you to come before him (But he won’t tell you that).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Prefers to have his way with you.

He can get busy at times, so he’s not always available for that. He tends to disappear randomly in the night and show up randomly.

If you beg him enough, rile him up enough secretly, he will not hesitate to push you up against a wall in an alleyway and give you what you’re asking for, just know that he always ties up loose ends, and we will be continuing later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s very open, apart from the hard no’s.

Likes the heart pounding excitement from taking new, kind of dangerous risks.

Won’t do anything that will put you in serious danger or grievous harms way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If it’s night, he’s going to town.

But that’s mostly because he’s taking his time with you.

Short refractory period after the first 2-3 times, then after the 5th time he’s just focused on making you cum.

If it’s the day, let’s say about 2, maybe three rounds max. He’s definitely less energized because he’s normally asleep.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not really toys, since the handcuffs, muzzles and whips have actually been used for other affairs... But they’re multipurpose, anyway, or so he says.

Does invest in vibrators and the like when he sees how much he can do to you with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Do you really have to ask this, for SYLUS?

The man was practically born to tease. You think it’s his new way of trying to kill you, or drive you insane, at least.

If he’s really feeling like a prick, he’s denying your orgasm a couple times, and punishing you hard if you do, by overstimulating you until you’re shaking.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not a moaner, honestly, if he wasn’t talking you through it most of the time it’d be deadly quiet.

He’ll let out a grunt here and there, a breathy sigh that still gets you weak occasionally.

But of course, he’s talking you through it, and his vocabulary is quite expressive.

With his baritone voice, he could be talking about pineapples and it’d still get you going.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He knows the twins have been trying to eavesdrop sometimes.

Once, you asked if they could watch, and he allowed it.

He can always tell when they're there, and tells you that you spoil them too much.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Big, I don’t care, argue with the wall.

Okay okay, more length than girth if we’re being real, but he’s not skinny either.

At least 9 inches. He’s GIGANTIC, look at him! Def a shower.

VEINY!! Decorated from tip to balls.

His entire shaft turns red from stimulation, the tip being the brightest. It rivals his eyes.

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

Surprisingly not that high, honestly.

Sure, he likes to tease and rile you up, but it’s not like he’s expecting or wanting sex just because.

Can go pretty long without it honestly, there are other ways of having his fun with you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless it’s in the morning/day, he’s staying awake.

Sex is one of the few energy-inducing activities for him that will keep him awake for hours.

Will probably play with your hair, or just lay by you for a while until taking a short nap himself, maybe sipping a few wines to relax him.

[whtepony]

NSFW ALPHABET - hanta sero

ft. hanta sero x afab reader

warnings: afab reader but no pronouns used, dacryphillia, dumbification, overstimulation, i think that’s it?

notes: idk if anyone still does nsfw alphabets anymore but i think they’re fun!! this is for me and the one person that asked for this (ily) not proofread!

aftercare: what he’s like after sex

whether you’re dating or not, hanta will always clean you off with a warm, damp towel or get a shower/bath going for you. he’ll bring pajamas to the bathroom for you and have a water bottle and a snack waiting if you seemed particularly wiped out. bf hanta also loves to cuddle afterwards (prefers to be big spoon) and will kiss your neck and shoulder while he whispers how much he loves you in your ear :3

body part: his fav on both of you

on himself, i think he likes his arms and shoulders. he has a sleeper build (you can fight me on this) and will subtly flex when he sees you staring at him lmao. on you, he likes your hips - he just thinks they’re nice to look at and grab, and is definitely staring if you wear something that accentuates them. in public, he’ll usually have a hand resting there (you can’t tell me he’s not at least a little possessive) but he also love love loves to pull you towards him by your hips when he’s fucking you or eating you out

cum: anything to do with cum

i’ve said this before but hanta is just such a freak. he loves to cum inside but if he has to pull out he wants to cum on your ass, tits, stomach, face, back, you name it. he just thinks you look so pretty covered in his cum! he has several pictures of you on your knees in front of him, smiling sweetly with your face and chest painted white. oh and if he finishes in your mouth and you swallow it he’s immediately hard again.

dirty secret: a dirty secret of his

before you started dating, you were hanging out with a few others from your class in the common room when you started play fighting with mina. you leaned over him from your spot on the couch to push her, laughing as you rested a hand on his thigh to support yourself. he was hard in an instant and had to excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom so you wouldn’t see! he has no idea why that got him so worked up to this day and refuses to tell you out of embarrassment :\

experience: how experienced is he?

i think he’s probably the most experienced out of the 1a boys, which is not to say that he’s sleeping around or anything, but he’s had a few partners before you and definitely knows what he’s doing! he understands that every body is different and he’s a fast learner as well, so even your first time together will feel natural! he’s also soooo good at eating pussy guys i cannot express this enough, he is a munch through and through

favorite position: self explanatory

probably cowgirl y’all i’m gonna be so fr. he loves this for three reasons: one being that he can see your face, two being that he can both let you control the pace and take over when you get tired (or simply when he wants to), and three being that he can get deeeeeep. he knows all the right spots to hit and will tease you about it when you can’t do it yourself, but he’ll decide to help and buck his hips up into you all the same. when you get tired and he feels your thighs start to shake he’ll pull you down to lay against his chest so he can fuck you right <3

goofy: is he funny in the moment?

he’s a funny guy!! and sex is funny sometimes!! if something awkward happens he’d much rather joke about it and get to hear your pretty laugh than pretend it didn’t happen. he prides himself on being able to make you laugh. for the most part he’s pretty into it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make a joke if the situation calls for it!

hair: anything to do with grooming

i don’t think he shaves but he’d trim it if you asked him to or if he thought it was just getting too out of hand. he prefers you not to shave either (hanta is a bush fan idc. traverses the jungle without fear) but he also wouldn’t mind if you did, he’s completely obsessed with you and your body so he thinks you look gorgeous either way. he also doesn’t care if you shave your legs, armpits, etc, and he thinks it’s weird when other men are grossed out by body hair. like… why would he gaf

intimacy: the romantic aspect

if hanta sero is in love he is LOUD about it!! he absolutely worships you and the ground you walk on. yeah he fucks but he is also more than capable of making love. this usually happens on special occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, after a particularly nice date, etc. sometimes he gets kind of emotional, especially during sleepy morning sex, and he’ll tell you all the things he absolutely adores about you while he fucks you oh so slow. he also thinks hickies are romantic and if you give him one he’s wearing it with pride.

jack off: anything to do with it

he has a pretty high sex drive so if you’re particularly busy and don’t get to see each other much for a couple days, he’ll look back on old photos of you or the two of you together and jerk off. he’s absolutely gonna make it your problem though, it could literally be the middle of the day and you’ll get a text like “just busted to a pic of us from last week 😞 miss you baby” and??? he’s so unserious with the way he talks about it but now you’ve gotta carve out some time in your schedule to give him what he deserves

kink: a kink of his

he lovvvesssss when he fucks you so good that you start crying. he’ll shush you sweetly and wipe your tears away with his thumb all while keeping up the same pace and maybe even going harder. totally freaked out the first time it happened because he thought he did something wrong but has had a thing for making you cry since then. he’s a tiny tiny bit sadistic in this sense, he just loves knowing that he has that power over you ^^

location: his favorite place to do it

he’s not picky and, like i said, he’s obsessed with you, so he’ll pretty much fuck you wherever. he doesn’t really like having sex in a place where it’d be super easy to get caught but he’s fine with car sex. his overall favorite is definitely his or your bedroom, it’s the most comfortable and he doesn’t have to worry about rushing or keeping an eye out for other people!

motivation: what gets him going

i think he’s super big on physical touch, meaning he absolutely loves to cuddle. he loves being big spoon and nine times out of ten it doesn’t take him very long to get hard when you’re pressed up against him. this extends into everything though! rubbing his back? hard. kissing? hard. hugging you from behind? hard. he’s bricked up at everything you do tbh.

no: something he wouldn’t do

i often see people talking about him using his quirk in bed but i really don’t think he would! it’s super sticky and annoying and he doesn’t want to irritate your skin by trying to get it off. this absolutely does not mean he won’t restrain you if you want him to, he’s just not using his tape for it

oral: preference giving/receiving

i keep saying HE IS A MUNCH! AN EATER! he loves eating you out. he’s lowkey into dumbification and wants to make you cum on his tongue at least once before he fucks you, but prefers for it to be two or three times. he just loves how you get all fucked out before he’s even inside you. now, he’s only a man, so he’ll never ever stop you if you wanna suck him off, but he absolutely prefers giving over receiving

pace: fast, slow, stamina, etc

he’s somehow figured out the perfect pace at which to fuck you and has absolutely no problem keeping it up. he naturally speeds up when he’s getting close but even then it’s just soooooo good and ugh i’m in love with him. he’s slower when you’re both in more of a romantic mood and it allows him to focus on which spots and angles make you gasp and moan. he’s got hella stamina too (more below)

quickies: his opinion on them, how often, etc

he doesn’t mind a quickie! he knows what works to get both of you off so he’s more than capable of making it happen. since he likes to eat you out beforehand he definitely prefers to take his time instead, so they don’t happen too often. you’re much more likely to get all hot and bothered only for him to tell you to wait until later (much to your dismay)

risk: is he game to experiment? does he take risks?

hanta is a firm believer in trying anything once. he has a few hard no’s but otherwise he’s game for pretty much anything, especially if you bring it up. he thinks you’re much more likely to keep your sex life fun and interesting when you’re open to trying new things. it’s not a big deal to him when things go wrong and he makes sure you know that it’s perfectly fine! he always tells you he’s willing to try again if it’s something you’re particularly interested in, and genuinely means it

stamina: how many rounds can he go? how long does he last?

like i said i think his stamina is great! he can easily go two rounds with no issue whatsoever but a third will take him a bit longer to get ready for. he lasts pretty long (give or take 15-20 mins) and doesn’t usually require much downtime at all

toys: does he own toys? does he use them?

i don’t think he owns any toys personally, but he has no problem using them together. he thinks people who see sex toys as competition are lame and particularly loves using a vibe on you when you haven’t had much time together. he’ll be seated as deep as he can be inside you and stay perfectly still there while he holds a vibrator to your clit and makes you cum around him a few times. he already knew he was into overstim but the way you clamp down on him when he’s using the vibe is something he’ll never get enough of!! he also secretly wants you to use it on him but won’t bring it up unless you show interest in it.

unfair: how much does he like to tease?

hanta is suchhhhh an asshole sometimes. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever when you get all worked up from his teasing and is actually in love with the way you beg for him. he’ll tease you in public by whispering in your ear or texting you the things he wants to do when you’re alone. he’s got a filthy mouth and never fails to make you blush at the things he says. he’s also the type to rub his tip against your clit and press against your entrance because he thinks how frustrated you get is funny <\3

volume: how loud is he?

he doesn’t moan very much, it’s mostly heavy breathing and an occasional groan when you feel particularly good. he prefers to hear the pretty sounds you make instead. he’s a big talker though! the only time he really shuts up is when he’s eating you out and even then he’s telling you how pretty you look when he replaces his tongue with his fingers. sometimes he’ll let a few breathy moans slip out when he’s about to cum but otherwise he isn’t loud at all

wild card: random headcanon

for some reason i think he takes the best nudes. like lighting, angle, content, he’s super good at making it look good. sometimes when he misses you really bad he’ll sit in his desk chair in front of a mirror in his room and record himself jerking off, his shirt riding up his stomach and his head thrown back and he just looks gorgeous. you seriously have no idea where he learned how to do all that.

x-ray: what’s going on under those clothes?

oh man. not very thick but he’s on the longer side, probably around seven inches fully erect and he knows what to do with it. he’s cut and it’s soooo pretty, his tip isn’t necessarily any pinker than the rest of him but it can be when he’s been hard for a long time. super super slight curve upwards. he has a really prominent vein that runs along the underside and it’s super sensitive, he hisses every time you drag your tongue along it and he has to pull you away from him so he doesn’t cum fast. also he’s a leaker sorry u can literally look at him and he’s got pre everywhere bruh

yearning: how high is his sex drive?

high. this boy always wants to be fucking you. actually loses his mind a little bit if you go more than a week without at least letting him eat you out. he’s turned on by basically everything you do, and even if you’re not doing anything, he’s turned on from just looking at you. he’s more likely to be up for a quickie when you’re both super busy because he hates being apart from you for so long!

zzz: how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?

he never falls asleep before you, even if he’s exhausted! he has to make sure you’re comfortable and all cleaned up before he can peacefully go to sleep. there was one time he fell asleep right after sex because he was just having the longest day ever and he still hasn’t forgiven himself for that, even though you insist it’s okay. he’s the sweetest and just wants you to be happy and comfy, i mean, you just let him fuck you, it’s the least he could do!!

[kolsmikaelson]

— AEMOND TARGARYEN NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — i’m sure this has been done but i personally haven’t read one for aemond so here we are :) this is completely canon aemond (as in non au aem) and if not it’s specified

WARNINGS — 18+ nsfw content, fem!reader, not proofread, mentions of canon typical incest

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

doesn’t really know what aftercare is but is so in love with you he’ll do anything you ask of him. whether it be run you a bath or just hold you for a while he doesn’t mind either way.

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

idk if this counts as a body part exactly but his hair. aemond doesn’t love his appearance but his hair is something that he’s truly proud of and he loves it! but he loves your smile and your tits. he loves making sly little comments to see your smile and the feeling he gets when he sees a necklace he’d gifted you resting just above your cleavage is unexplainable

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

loves it when you cum all over his face. he’ll eat you out for hours on end just to have your cum smeared all over the lower half of his face

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

like the nasty mf he is, he’s fantasized of sharing you with someone else. whether that be aegon, jace or even daemon he just loves the idea taking you apart like that and knowing that at the end of the day you’re all his

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

not very experienced. after the, incident, with aegon when he was younger he vowed to save himself for whomever he married. he was happy to have his firsts (or most of) with you. it was worth the wait in his mind

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

whenever you’re riding him. he loves the easy access to your clit and your tits, groping and sucking on them any chance he gets

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

if we’re talking canon aemond, he’s very serious. he takes it as a way to show his love but also his dominance in a way. but if we’re talking modern!aemond, he’s mostly goofy. he just loves fucking you no matter what the circumstances are

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

not groomed well at all, he’s got a full on bush

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

it depends on the circumstances. if he were jealous, it’s all teeth clashing and hips snapping against yours but if it were your wedding night for instance, he’s slow and loving and sweet

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

never did it much, he didn’t see the appeal. he wasn’t usually attracted to any of the women he’d see around but once he met you it was like he couldn’t catch up on all those years that he’d missed before meeting you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking is one of his big ones. and size kink is another

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the shadows in the hallways, he loves the thrill he gets knowing you could get caught. and he swears that you cum harder then rather than when you’re in your shared chambers

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

the sight of you wearing any jewelry he’s gifted you, or you using any gift he’s gotten you as well. you doing the little things for him, brushing his hair, braiding it at night, gently taking his eyepatch off

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

i don’t think theres much he wouldn’t try at least one time if you wanted to, but no piss kink. it grosses him out and he wants nothing to do with it

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

prefers giving! he gets plenty of pleasure just from pleasing you and if he does get a blowjob he’ll be happy but if not it doesn’t bother him too much

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

fast and rough, usually. but if you’re alone in your chambers for the night, he’ll take his sweet time tearing you apart

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

kind of obsessed with them, he loves fucking you in the hallways so it kind of has to be quick

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

decently into taking risks, just nothing that’ll hurt you too much or leave any lasting marks on your body

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

he lasts a decent amount of time, but he’s hard and ready to go again quickly

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

canon aemond isn’t very into the idea of something else other than him giving you pleasure, that’s his job. but modern aemond? whew that’s a different story

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

aemond doesn’t really tease you too much, but he likes it when you tease him, although he’d never admit it

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

not too loud, he mostly grunts and groans. trying to keep it down so that he can hear your moans rather than his own

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

some days he prefers you taking charge and babying him, he feels such a weight taken off his shoulders knowing you’re there for him

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

he’s hung, like it’s fucking huge

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

higher than you’d expected, but just above average

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he forces himself to stay awake until he hears your soft snores, he doesn’t like going to sleep knowing you’re still awake

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[fxllfaiiry]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ୨୧  :  ꒰  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  ꒱  ♡ ˚₊‧

⌗ synopsis : some nsfw and sfw miguel headcanons.

⌗ cw : both fluff and smut. swearing, use of yn like once, some angst, thigh riding, titty fucking, size kink, mentions of crying and pain kink, breeding kink.

⌗ notes : REPOST!! someone flagged this post and I worked really hard on writing this fic so it's annoying and it makes me upset, please don't flag it again, just scroll away. please, please reblog!!!

✰ miguel o'hara makes you watch him work out because he knows how flustered you get when he's sweaty and shirtless. he'll also make you sit on his back while he's doing push-ups, exaggerating every move just to tease you.

✰ when he's not in his spiderman suit, he sometimes likes to wear the tightest shirts around you, he knows those shirts do his arms justice.

✰ the only person he's scared of is you. if you don't want him to do something, he won't do it. end of story.

✰ you occasionally like to tease him by randomly slapping his ass or saying things like:  

"how are your tits bigger than mine?"

"teach me your workout routine"

"damn, that ass looks good"

"you definitely have a big dick"

✰ you are the only person who can make miguel o'hara flustered.

✰ you love to kiss him every time he pouts, it's the cutest thing ever.

✰ when you guys are in public he shows little to no pda, but he smiles a lot more than usual.

✰ he may never admit it, but he loves cuddles :)) he loves to cage you in his arms and place kisses wherever he can reach. it's very soothing and helps him fall asleep.

✰ loves to watch you cook while hugging you from behind.

✰ playfully pretends to bite you every now and then, he looks all big and scary but he does have a soft side.

✰ remember the scene with lyla and miguel where she made him say please before calling for backup? yeah imagine that with you.

"yn, go call for backup now."

"excuse me? is this how you talk to your wife?" you huff glaring at him.

"I don't have time for this right now, just do it, okay?" he grumbles.

"not until you say it."   "no-"

"fine, no backup then." you start walking away from him ready to leave, until -

"okay, okay. baby, will you p-please call for backup?" he whispers.

"louderr"

"baby, will you please call for backup?"

"yeah I already did, but I enjoyed that"

✰ slowly learns to open up to you about his trauma, it takes some time but once he's ready you guys spend hours talking to each other.

✰ he can never stay mad at you for too long, most of the time he's the first to apologize.

✰ if you cry because of him he'll do anything to make it up to you. he'll make you your favorite meal to cheer you up and then later hold you tightly against him apologizing over and over again.  

✰ everyone teases him for being so soft around you, sometimes you join in as well.

"yeah, miggy, did I turn you into a giant soft teddy bear, hm?

"dear god, please shut up."

                  ୨୧　:　꒰ nsfw ahead  ꒱　　♡

✰ this man is the king of aftercare, cuddling with you and whispering how good you were. he'll even run you a bath afterward and shower you with affection.

✰ makes you get off on his thigh because he knows how much you love riding it, he loves how wet it gets with your arousal, making you clean it up afterwards.

✰ definitely is into fucking your tities, he has no control and starts to rut his hips like an animal. he admires how pretty your tits and face look afterwards covered in his cum.

✰ is addicted to eating you out, thrusting his tongue into your hole for hours and hours, he's addicted to your taste. miguel also conveniences you to ride his face and use him as you please, all he wants is to be suffocated between your thighs.

✰ he can usually smell when you're horny for him, if he's at work and this happens then it's an awkward situation, because he desperately wants to fucking rail you in the nearest empty room. oh, and he also has to hide his boner from everyone.

✰ uses his strength to hold you up against the wall and fuck you hard and fast.

✰ he knows how big he is and mocks you about how you won't be able to fit him in your tiny pussy.

"are you sure it'll fit, mami?"

"your pussy is so tiny, mama. I don't think you'll be able to take it"

✰ winds you up by rubbing his cock up and down your pussy without putting it in, he barely has any patience himself, seeing his cock glisten with your wetness makes him lose his mind.

✰ miguel will slap your cunt as a punishment until you're clenching around nothing and crying while begging him to fuck you.  

✰ leaves love bites everywhere as a reminder that you are his and his only.

✰ you'll wear his favorite shade of lipstick before sucking him off, leaving the lipstick's imprint on his dick.

✰ breeds you like an animal, fucking you raw for hours and filling you up in every position. nothing will leak out on his watch and if it does, then he'll shove it back in using his fingers. he will lick up everything from your overestimated cunt ignoring your soft whimpers of "papi, it hurts."

✰ ties you up with his webbing and uses you as his personal toy.

✰ loves to take you from behind, smacking your ass and leaving handprints, because he's mezmeriozed by the way it jiggles every time. while he's hitting it from behind he's so rough and messy, coating you with his seed all over your ass and back, filling you up to the brim, and making sure you don't walk the next day.

✰ talking back to him will only lead to him rubbing your clit and edging you till your clit is red and engorged to the point where the throbbing has become unbearable. he might take pity and finally fuck your weeping hole.

"finally learned your lesson, mama?"

✰ soft sex is also a yes!! he may be rough and all but he loves to dot on you, whispering praises into your ear while holding you oh so delicately against his body.

[braidlottie]

shauna shipman ABC’S! (nsfw)

,,,this has been sitting in my drafts for 84 years

A FOR AFTERCARE! what they’re like after sex

she’s always asking you if you want a bath after, but your legs are always too shaky, you can’t even get out of bed. she just cleans you up with a rag and gives you so much praise and love :(

B FOR BODY PART! their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

she loves her tits but she think you love them even more sometimes. she’s always catching you staring and she thinks it’s fucking adorable.

C FOR CUM! anything to do with cum, basically

she's so dirty with cum,,,, after she makes you cum in her mouth she kisses you just so you can taste it

D FOR DIRTY SECRET! pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

likes food play,,

E FOR EXPERIENCE! how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

shauna had so much experience, you were kinda nervous because you never really knew what you were doing when it came to sex. but, she taught you some tricks of course :3

F FOR FAVORITE POSITION! this goes without saying

shauna loves the reach-around. she loves having full control of you, holding you closer by your waist, and keeping your thighs spread with her legs. plus, she can always whisper the most dirty, embarrassing things in your ear.

G FOR GOOFY! are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

oh, she’s serious. the only time she’s laughing is usually in a mocking way at you.

H FOR HAIR! how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

shauna shipman ur never beating the bush allegations.

I FOR INTIMACY! how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect'

she'll break out of her mean dom character if she sees that you're uncomfortable and turn into the softest mommy ever :(

J FOR JACKOFF! do they masturbate?

yes, it’s canon. >_< shauna can and will masturbate whenever she wants, even if it’s in the middle of the night and you’re sleeping next to her in bed.

K FOR KINKS! one or more of their kinks

the BIGGEST humiliation kink,,, spanking heh :3 she will even threaten to spank you in public. and a mommy kink >_<

M FOR MOTIVATION! what turns them on, gets them going

she never tells you, but she wants you to be a brat on purpose sometimes. acting up in public, not doing chores around the house,,, just something about punishing you makes her go wild.

N FOR NO! something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

anything that you’re not comfortable with. if she pitches an idea to you and you look the slightest bit unsure, it’s off the table.

O FOR ORAL! preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

loves giving more than receiving. she just loves making you squirm and the feeling of your legs squeezing her head.

P FOR PACE! are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

really rough :(( but she knows you love it :p

Q FOR QUICKIE! their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

Almost every day. she loves quickies idc,,,, before taking you to school/work, before going to the grocery store,, :33

R FOR RISK! are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

she’s always down to take risks, she’s a “don’t knock it until you try it” kind of person.

S FOR STAMINA! how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

she’ll last a good 2-3 rounds before taking a quick water break 😭😭

T FOR TOYS! do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

she has a pink vibrator canonically so i think that says enough lmao

U FOR UNFAIR! how much they like to tease

she’s very big on teasing, once she teased you so much, you cried… and she loved it

V FOR VOLUME! how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

she mostly groans and lets out whispers of “fuck” in your ear. the only time she’s loud is when she cums.

W FOR WILD CARD! a random headcanon for the character

loves a good roleplay scenario. professor/student is her favorite :p

X FOR X-RAY! let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

thick thighs :3 and curves that her lingerie hugs perfectly :333

Y FOR YEARNING! how high is their sex drive?

not that high. but she will get very hot and bothered when she sees you in a certain outfit.

Z FOR ZZZ! how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

shauna rarely falls asleep immediately after. she will stay up with your for an hour or a little less, probably eating snacks and watching tv

[ohbabydollie]

i love your work SO much. what is your take on jschlatt and stripper!reader... looks at you with huge eyes

he never fails to say “lots of ones in there” when you count your money

will occasionally go in to see you when he knows it’s dead and ask for a private dance requesting you

“jokingly” got a stripper pole in a room that he said was for a video

but doesn’t mind whenever it’s in use for other activities 👀👀

is surprised you can wear the big ass heels you do without falling flat on your ass

likes watching you get ready for work

mainly it’s watching as your tits jiggle through a baggy shirt as you put on your makeup

buys you outfits and heels whenever he notices you looking at them

if he’s up by the time you get home he draws you a bath and gets you some dinner bc he knows you’re tired

he’s supportive of what you do, no matter what

even tho he mainly likes the part of free lap dances and a basically his own personal stripper

you call him whenever you have a creepy customer n he drives you home

if you ever realize you’re short on money for rent, you “magically” find a few loose hundreds in your purse even though you swore you checked it

[soyeonsbabygirl]

G!p!Minnie x housewife!reader

Minnie breeding and fucking reader whenever she wants and needs and reader is just her cumdump and cockwarmer (reader with mommy kink and need for sucking mommy's dick, and tits whenever she rides her)

Happy Pride Month!

You first met Minnie as a waitress and she was a big CEO.

The whole time you were taking care of her at the dinner your fingers would brush against each other

Minnie would also always refer to you as “pretty” or “baby”

During your shift she would stare at you with loving eyes, her eyes also roaming your body

From the moment you met her you would say it was love at first sight. When giving her the check you made sure to write both your name and number.

Minnie smirked to herself when she realized that you had written your name and number down

The moment you finished your shift you saw that you had a text from an unknown number.

“Hi pretty, it’s me Minnie from the diner. I’d love to take you out let me know when you’re free?” (Me personally I’d quit my job and be free every single day of my life.)

3 years later, she proposed to you with the most expensive, biggest, sparkliest, diamond you’d ever seen

You obviously quit your job the second you guys hit one year of dating.

And after you guys officially got married well you never had to worry about money or work again!

All you did was cook, clean, and shop. (Which wasn’t a problem since Minnie had the highest net work in the country.)

You loved it though, especially being Minnie’s housewife.

She was practically obsessed with you, her favorite part of coming home from a long day is to see you.

She’d wrap her arms around your waist from behind placing soft kisses to your neck.

She’s also always lightly groping you anywhere her hands can reach her fingers often lingering.

when she’s really stressed from work she’ll sit in her office and call you over.

This usually means two things will happen.

She’ll take her pants off and have you sit on your lap cock warming her while she works

She liked the adorable little whines and soft moans you let out when sinking down on her or when Minnie would sometimes playfully thrust up into you making you cry out

Or she’ll have you under the desk taking her deep down your throat occasionally thrusting <3 (best to just breathe through your nose during this 😭)

She LIVES for when you ride her

She thinks you’re so pretty moaning her name with tears down your face.

She loves it especially when you call her mommy 😵‍💫 call her mommy and she’ll make sure you won’t walk for hours

She also loves watching herself go in and out of you. She’s absolutely facisnayed by how well you can take her.

She will cover you in hickeys whenever you guys fuck especially because she likes to mark her territory

If you look closely tho you’ll see the hickeys make a “N” 😭

She loves how you’re always so eager to get on your knees in front of her.

It makes her smile when you beg her especially when calling her mommy :(

Her favorite thing is when she releases deep inside you, filling you up and breeding you til no ends

The best part of fucking you full is seeing how much you can take and pulling out watching it all leak out of you so she can cockwarm you

After she finishes she’ll put your clothes in the laundry washing them for you both, while you catch your breath from the deep and long fucking

When she comes back she’ll also put you in a warm bath with epson salt so then your muscles will relax

After you’ll both watch a movie while Minnie lets you fall asleep on her chest

All in all being Minnie’s house wife is amazing and the love you have for each other is infinite <3

Ngl I lost motivation for this in the middle of it so sorry if it’s lowkey shitty💔. I hope you still enjoyed it regardless though!

[b1mbodoll]

Any thoughts with Enhypen hyungline and omorashi?

pairings: en- hyungline x f! reader

warnings: omorashi + degradation + oral + praise + dacryphilia + dumbification + daddy kink + pet names + filming

💌: was gna post dis tmr but i couldnt wait also thank u for this question bcus i have many thoughts on the subject!!!! class is in session so listen up

heeseung

♡ heeseung is definitely into making you wet yourself. he lives for the sweet sounds you make when you make a mess on his cock. his eyes are glued to your pussy, loving the slick sounds of him fucking your wet cunt and the sight of your piss making a mess of his cock and pelvis. praises you nonstop while you ride him, large hands gripping your hips to push and pull you over his cock, “such a good girl f’me, pretty. my good girl, yeah?”

♡ he’s always saying the filthiest things in bed but in such a sweet way, calls you his pretty angelgirl while telling you he’s gonna stuff ur sloppy pussy with his cum til he physically can’t anymore :(

♡ he’s so in love with eating your pussy too it’s literally an addiction. quite literally makes out with your cunt, nose pressing against your clit every now and then as he tries to push you over the limit with just his mouth. heeseung thinks its the hottest thing ever when his mouth fucks you so good it causes you to pee <3 cums in his fucking pants as your release drips down his chin cus he just loves it sm. makes him proud that he’s the only one that’s able to make you do that n likes that you’re kinda claiming him in a way ??

jay

♡ jay’s into omorashi both ways. he likes to take care of you and refill your drink frequently so when you guys are making out he can tease you til ur crying n shaking, piss soaking yours and his clothes as you slump against him from the relief

♡ also enjoys pissing on and inside of you, whether it be your mouth or ur cunt <3 his favorite has to be the latter though, nothing strokes his ego more than when he’s fucking you and you’re begging for him to fill you up, doesn’t matter if it’s his cum or his piss you’re so desperate to reach your climax you just sigh and thank him over n over when he finally empties himself inside, pussy clenching ‘round him n taking everything he has to offer

♡ like heeseung, jay is also a sweet talker however, he can’t help but to degrade you every now and then. likes when you get teary eyed and try to deny the fact that ur his nasty little whore even though you both know he’s right because if you weren’t, you wouldnt be begging for his piss

jake

♡ sweet, sweet jake <3 he’s the perfect blend of sweet n rough. he personally likes to piss on you (he wouldnt mind the other way around if its something u wanted tho he’s whipped) he just thinks it’s so arousing yet romantic that you’re willing to let him do something like this. big fan of praising you as well, he has to let his girl know she’s doin’ such a good job for him

♡ “y’look so cute like this, honey. fuck, wish i could keep you at my feet forever. you’d like that wouldn’t you? wouldn’t ever hafta lift a finger, i’d take care of you, doll. would do anything for you if you’d jus’ let me do this whenever i wanted.” he’s spewing nonsense now but his brain isn’t working and you’re no better, tongue lolling out as the warm stream of his piss splashes against your cheeks ‘nd down onto your tits.

♡ afterwards he bathes with you ‘nd takes care of you as you try to get ur brain back to normal after getting fucked dumb :( dresses you n pulls you close, pressing soft kisses all over ur face while whispering how much you mean to him <3

sunghoon

♡ sunghoon’s def into pissing on you as well, however he has a meaner approach. it starts with him releasing on your chest ‘nd neck but it always ends with his wet cock in your mouth. he takes videos every time he does this ‘nd has plenty of polaroids where you’re looking up at him innocently as if you didn’t just let him fuck his piss down your throat

♡ don’t get me wrong, he’s a great bf !!! hoonie spoils you ‘nd does his best to keep you happy all the time <3 he’s usually such a sweetheart with you but the way he’s able to fuck you like he hates you makes your head spin every time

♡ “you’re such a fucking perv, you know that right? so nasty too. nice little girls wouldn’t be swallowin’ their boyfriend’s piss, fuck!” he curses through clenched teeth, fingers weaving through your hair as he shoves his cock deeper, if that were even possible. you don’t think you’ve ever felt this full in your life and you don’t want it to end, gulping down everything he gives you. too focused on sucking him dry you don’t even realize he’s started snapping photos of how fucked out you look, who knows? maybe he’ll show them to jake, jay ‘nd heeseung if they’re lucky

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: bickering, some modern family references (just names n stuff), smut, penetrative sex, f reader, riding, tit play (??) idk he just likes ur tits, etc.

a/n: this is kinda meant to be a modern family au based on haley and andy's first meeting so theres some references to the show (just fyi) except this ends as smut 🫡 can also be read as nanny!seokmin and richbrat!you tho

wc: 1370

masterlist

modern family au where you, ditzy and careless granddaughter of rich business owner, incidentally meet your family's new manny!seokmin while sneaking into your grandfather's house for some alone time by the pool. you grab a few beers, knowing your grandfather and his wife probably wont be back for a while when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. startled, you drop the glass bottles on the floor and turn around to see who the hell is in your supposedly-empty grandfather's house.

you're taken aback as soon as you meet his eyes. pretty boy your age in what's supposed to be a place only your family had access to ? you wont complain, but you're still pretty bummed about the wasted beer.

the first words out of his mouth are to scold you. great. yet another person to get in your way just when you're re trying to relax away from your overbearing family. but wait, you think, you still have no idea who this man is.

"who are you?", you question as he leans over to clean up the bottles you had broken (the bottles he broke, if anyone asked you).

"no. who are you?", he gives as rebuttal. "mr pritchet didnt say anyone would be here today. are you alex or __?" he says, cutely tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, making your heart melt role your eyes.

"im alex," you lie, knowing your sister wouldnt get in trouble for this anyways. "now my question."

"i'm your grandfather's new manny," he replies with a boyish smile, stretching his free hand towards you.

"you're not manny. i know manny and you look nothing like him," you say frowning, knowing this is totally not your uncle manny.

"oh, you're __. i'm seokmin. the new male nanny," he says in a tone that makes you think he mightve meant it as an insult .. you choose to ignore it, instead looking at his arms as he continues to wipe the broken glass. why hadnt you noticed his arms earlier ?

"i'm sorry, but im gonna have to tell your grandfather that you broke glass near the pool," he interrupts your thoughts as he finishes picking up the broken glass.

fuck. you just got out of being grounded, you cant have your mom know you snuck into your grandpa's house again, specially for day-drinking (you're over 21 now, whats the big issue?!).

you panic, so you go for the first thing that comes to mind.

"do you really have to do that, seokmin?", you flutter your lashes at him, untying the top of your bathing suit cover and pushing up your barely-covered tits for him to see.

he looks down, momentarily forgetting what he was talking about, but quickly looks back up. "thats not gonna work, your grandparents warned me about you," he says as he looks away from your chest.

he already bit the hook. there's really nothing to lose now.

you take slow steps towards him, making sure to sway your hips as you do so, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're close enough. "listen. this can stay between us, right? you've already cleaned everything up. there's no reason we need to waste our time in telling him how you caught me off guard and made me drop the glass, is there?", you rub your hands up and down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while he stands still, letting you continue your actions.

"m-me?! y-YOU broke it! you're not even supposed to be h-" he cuts himself off when you get tired of his talking and decide to just rip the rest of the buttons off.

"listen to me, seokmin. we can waste the next hour arguing about who did what while we wait for my grandpa to get here," you start pressing your mouth to his ear, almost giving him the attention he really wants, but not fully. "or we could go to the guest room and i could give you a little something in return for your silence. wouldn't that be more fun?"

with one more look from him, you find yourself moments later sitting atop him in one of the mansion's guest rooms, bouncing on top of him with your back facing his chest. his eyes were glued to your ass, with his hands groping your hips tightly as he furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure. never would he have expected that the airheaded girl his new employers warned him about would be this pretty and feel this good wrapped around him.

"fuck," he exhales, rubbing his hands up and down your back, ultimately landing on your ass, melding his hands unto the soft skin. "b-baby fuck. slow down."

"but minnie .. my grandparents could be back any second. besides, you're doing me a favour. it'd be mean of me to not make it up to you, wouldnt it?", you put on a sweet voice for him as you bounce faster, also wanting to reach your high as the pretty boy impaled you.

frustrated at not being able to see you, he uses those beefy arms you were eyeing earlier to lift you up and turn you around on top of him, now looking into your eyes as you held onto his shoulders for support. looking at his pretty eyes staring up at you with softness despite the lewdness of the act made you feel crazy. feeling addicted to the way he looked at you, you decided to give him a show.

"fuck, minnie. feel so fucking good," you moaned, dragging your hands up to your tits to play with them, rubbing your nipples in a way that had you rolling your eyes back. "dont you wanna help me, minnie? be a good boy and put your hands on me."

he whined at your words, sitting up a bit and replacing your hands with his. pinching at your nipples, he made you cry out loud and rub yourself even harder, now catching an angle that allowed your clit to rub against him. feeling drunk on your enthusiasm, he moved one of his hands to your hip in order to guide you, moving his mouth to bite and lick at your nipples, making you roll your eyes back.

both your ends approached, now with you maniacally bouncing on him while his mouth stayed stuck to your chest, alternating breasts to suck and whine into. feeling completely cock drunk, you increased the intensity of your movements, leading yourself into a mind-blowing orgasm with him following soon after, his moans muffled by your chest.

you spent the next five minutes softly cleaning each other up and getting rid of the evidence (dirty sheets, condom, etc) before anyone arrived home, all while shyly exchanging glances at each other. it was unlike you to feel shy when interacting with a guy (i mean, you did just seduce your grandparents new nanny within minutes of knowing him), but there was something about his good-boy attitude and soft demeanor towards you that just drew you to him. that, and how easy on the eyes he was.

your thoughts were promptly interrupted by him quietly speaking up "listen, i know i'm probably overstepping and just embarrassing myself by saying this but, i kind of uh. i kind of felt a connection there. i think you mightve even felt it too? would you like to maybe see where this goes? i could take you out, or if not we could start off as friends too, you know? or maybe this again? wait, no. i'm not suggesting that you should uh- but if you want to! i mean, whatever you want! it's just tha-" he continues to ramble, clearly losing track of what his original question was.

just like him, you interrupt his monologue by grabbing onto his face, making him stop mid sentence and look at you. "yes," you giggle. "we can go out seokmin. i'll know where to find you," and with that, you leave him with a peck and a wink as you exit the room, successfully leaving the house before anyone arrived, knowing you'd be coming back whenever possible to get some alone time with your grandparents' pretty manny you were now planning to make yours.

[lt-taylor7]

Oooh! NSFW Alphabet Headcanon with Noah from transformers or Javi from Twisters ??

I’m gonna do Javi just because I have a lot more HCs for him but I’ll do Noah eventually! These are all my opinions so don’t get mad if you disagree! (Also my first alphabet, I’m gonna do a fluff one)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) definitely depends, If he topped he’s gonna stay in you and on too of you for a while, obviously making sure you’re okay as he does, he will happily run you a bath and take care of you if he was rough, making sure to clean you up and help you get dressed, if you topped, he’d still make sure that you and massage your sore hips or thighs. But he’d totally be whiny and all over you until he falls asleep

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) I feel like he’s a waist/hips guy, like grasping them and kissing them always, And tits, 100% has them in his mouth as often as he can. But PERSONALLY I’d obsess over his hair if that counts, hands will NEVER be out of it, But if that doesn’t count then his fingers for sure.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) cums inside. He likes the intimacy of it, it’s salty, but not unmanageably, Not super thick or clear. (Also he will infact cum again if you swallow.)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he wants to have sex in his truck, really fucking bad. Rams are very spacious and it definitely crosses his mind very often. And he also does not give a single shit about anal.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) he’s not the MOST experienced, but he knows what he’s doing because he just goes with the flow and whatever feels good. He definitely act like a virgin when he’s inside of you though, unable to keep a steady pace.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) breeding press when he’s topping, cowgirl when you are (But he definitely enjoys 69)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) I think he’s serious, He doesn’t just have sex for pleasure, He does it for the intimacy. But there’s sometimes where he can be humorous, Something made a sound or he slips, he’d totally let out a small laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) carpet matches the drapes, he’s decently groomed but never fully shaved, he leaves his happy trail and pubes trimmed and controlled but his dick is clean, if that makes sense?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) it’s almost never not intimate, yes it can get sloppy, yes it can get rough, but his lips are never away from your body unless he’s whining and moaning or whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) he rarely does, He’d rather save himself for you, but in the rare case he does, He’s LOUD and makes a mess.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) mommy kink, can’t change my mind on that one. (Also loves ass. Wink wink nudge nudge)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) like I said before, he wants to do it in the truck. But he loves the bedroom, it’s his favourite. This doesn’t mean the counters and showers are untouched, he just prefers the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Submissive wise, playfully hitting him or punching him, and he’s hard. He can’t explain why, it just does something to him. Otherwise, it’s not hard to get him going, Feeling your skin on him is a big one, or even just seeing your skin. Or seeing you be confident, there’s so many things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) he would NEVER hit you, (but hair pulling is on the table) or do anything with bodily fluids. He’s very cautious about degrading, he will occasionally but if you degrade him he can’t handle it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) LOVES both. He could cum from just having you sit on his face, but he can’t deny the way his dick twitch’s whenever you fight against him trying to pull you off his dick. He’s really good at it to. He teases you with his tongue but nine times out of ten it’s inside of you and he’s sucking your clit. (Fight with me, he’s down for ass eating)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Depends, He will start slow and get rougher, but usually a fair pace until he gets close, then he can’t handle himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) hates them. Absolutely hates them. If you want to get off quickly? He’ll finger yiu or eat you out, but if he’s gonna fuck you he’s gonna do it right.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Down to do anything other then previously mentioned, However he isn’t super into the idea of voyeurism, he wants you to himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He doesn’t last long if he isn’t trying, I’m talking 6-8 minutes maximum. But he will edge himself for you. He will complain he can’t go again but he totally can it just takes time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) not a fan of them on himself, Not really a fan of them at all. He doesn’t mind if you use them but he’d rather have you quite literally all to himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) not a huge tease. But if he’s in the mood, He’s the worst tease to walk this green earth. Hands all over you, kissing and biting your skin and ears, whining and whimpering in your ear.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) he is LOUD. Be grateful for having no neighbours. He’s morning, groaning, screaming, whimpering, the whole nine yards. He’ll try to cover them occasionally but you know how to get it out of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) lowkey see him as a dry jumper, he will pin you down and just grind against you and could totally cum from that alone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 7.5” only slightly thicker then average, Definitely cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) it’s HIGH but he’ll match with you, if your in the mood so is he. But he can definitely wait if you aren’t.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he bottoms, he’s out like a light. If not, he will stay awake until you’re asleep, making sure you’re taken care off and comfortably asleep before he falls sleep.

[borbygorlinbbqworld]

The Resort

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For saving his life, your friend Georgie had booked you at a resort as payment.

"Just make sure you don't eat or drink before going to this place, and just go along with their process. Won't tell you why, but you'll thank me later."

'This place,' he had explained, was a resort for men. It sounded similar to a brothel, but Georgie insisted it was a ritzy, upscale place. Given you were his only non-billionaire friend, you begrudgingly accepted his word as truth.

So when you arrived and your personal guide showed you to your large penthouse suite overlooking the ocean on one side (and a very public hotspring bath), you were glad you took his advice. Even the bathroom had an oversized shower you were certain was larger than your shoddy apartment.

After letting you get settled, your guide returned to the door with a young woman.

Her long auburn hair hung in waves that curved around her chest. You couldn't help but notice she was extremely busty, if not otherwise petite. The cute brunette had attempted to go with a modest shirt, but the buttons gaped huge holes from the massive tits trying to pop them open. The outline of her bra was clearly visible through the thinner fabric. The bra itself must not have been padded or lined in any way, because her fat areolas made their presence just known enough for your dick to twitch.

Oh fuck...

"This is Estie. She will be taking care of you this week. You, and only you." With a curt bow, your guide left you standing, still staring at Estie's tits.

It took you a moment, but you finally remembered staring was rude. You shook yourself. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be creepy... I'm just... I'm really not sure what this place is about."

Estie smiled sweetly and tucked an auburn strand of hair behind her ear. "Your friend booked you here, right Master?

You were sure she was forced to call you that, but hearing her say it definitely stiffened your cock. "Yeah."

"Well, he booked you a week at our resort, where we pamper men through nourishment and sensuality." She dropped her gaze, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks as she twirled a piece of hair. "He booked you in for our VP package."

"You mean VIP?"

In shaking her head, her huge melons swayed this way and that. "No... Virgin Premium, Master."

Your mouth went dry. Georgie may have had a sense of humour, but surely he didn't think you were a virgin? Unless... could it have meant something else?

Your stomach growled, reminding you of your decision to take your friend's advice in the first place. Estie looked a little uncomfortable at the sound and pressed her and against the side of her boob; it was the same sort of motion you'd seen your sister do to check how full she was before feeding your nephew.

And, if you had to be honest, Estie's breasts looked really fucking full. And not just because they were big tits to begin with, but the buttons that had already been struggling to keep her huge mammaries contained started popping open one by one. With each release, her swelling breasts pushed her shirt open, until finally you were left looking at a pair of fleshy fat mounds. Blue veins ran along her skin, connecting to what you assumed had to be her nipples. Though the tiny bra was still in place, the thin fabric was only able to cover most of her areolas.

Better off yet, the pink fabric was damp at the spots her hard nipples poked through.

"Uh-Uhmm..."

Words. You could barely manage them. Between your ravenous stomach, hard-as-a-rock dick, and urge to squeeze those massive udders, your body was at a stand still.

As she stepped further into your room, closer to you, her tits sloshed. "You must be super hungry."

"Y-yeah..."

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Her beads of milk spattered against the hardwood. This girl was literally so full of milk, her expanding breasts were leaking. You had to tuck your rock-hard dick up into the brim of your boxers, hoping it would contain it.

"Did you know a woman's breasts can tell how hungry you are, just from your saliva, or lack thereof?"

Your own mouth felt dry, thirsty. What you wouldn't give to be below those leaking udders right now...

"I'm a virgin, but they give us fertility drugs so we can assist with your nourishment needs... among other things."

So that's what Georgie had meant by coming hungry. Still...

"O-Other things...?"

Estie nodded. "Virgin premium members are permitted to... impregnate us to keep us lactating, Master."

The brim of your boxers wasn't enough to hold back your erection it throbbed and slipped from its confine so it stood at attention. It had been a while for you, but the head dampened with precum at the thought of burying your seed deeply within her.

Her breasts swelled again. With the sound of stretching fabric, her thin bra finally snapped, letting those ginormous milky mounds free. Her rouge areola looked more than a mouthful, but her hardened, leaking nipples begged you to try anyway.

The gravity of her swelling breasts pulled her forward, and Estie squeaked.

"They can also tell when you're horny, Master," she whispered breathlessly. "Would you rather I relieve your hunger or sexual urges first?"

What a choice to have to make.

Evidently, the stricken feeling was pasted all over your face, because she gave a little giggle. Estie walked over to your bed, her swollen mammaries sloshing so much milk around, the droplets turned to tiny rivers running down her stomach.

She sat at the foot of the bed, her nipples grazing her thighs as her breasts had expanded to take up all her torso.

Food first, you decided.

You knelt down before her and reached a shaking hand out. She let out the tiniest squeak as your fingertips grazed her warm skin; her tit were soft, but so fucking full. Daring to go further, you squeezed the front most part of her breast, as much of a handful as you could manage.

She moaned as hot milk sprayed you in the face.

"I-I-I'm so sorry!"

You licked your lips. Her milk was sweet, like milk candy, and you knew you needed more. And given how much her tits were already soaked and leaking, you were willing to wager she probably needed to be emptied.

You took her swollen udders in you hands, lifting them up and down and feeling the milk slosh inside like water balloons close to popping. They weighed a ton!

Without another thought, you put your mouth to her nipple and gave a gentle suckle. Your mouth flooded with delicious milk you happily guzzled.

More.

On your knees in front of her, you nursed on her one breast while the other soaked your shoulder. She snaked a hand through your hair and gave a huge sigh of relief, which made your dick give a wild twitch.

Never before had your sweat pants felt so tight, but there you were with a massive erection needing release.

You let go of her breast, your lips making a loud pop when you unlatched. You were still so hungry, but incredibly horny.

You gyrrated your hips against her legs as you guzzled more delicious milk from her other breast. After finally getting your fill, you knew you needed to relieve yourself.

Yanking her panties down wouldn't have been in your normal repertoire of moves, but then again, you hadn't been this horny before.

As you shoved your cock in her, you both let out a pleasureful moan. You jammed it deep inside her, savoring just how fucking tight she felt around your throbbing cock. With each thrust, she made a sound that drove you mad with desire. You couldn't stop humping her, even if you wanted to at this point.

"Make... sure... you... cum... inside... me... Master..."

It was the final word that made you release your load. You thrust it deeply inside her, feeling your balls give everything they had. With another few pumps, you pulled out and stared down at her n the bed.

On her back, her massive breasts were leaky, fat mountains whose veins were slightly less prominent. She panted, her eyes hooded with pleasure. Though you knew there was far more that came out of you, only a little bit of cum had seeped out of her.

She sat up and bit her lip as she stared at you. "I... I didn't know it would feel so good..."

You smirked. "Guess you won't be giving anyone else the Virgin Premium package anymore, huh?"

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🐮❤️

[bunnylouisegrimes]

Patrick Bateman NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

(A/N: Hey all! In between my work, I cooked this up to help me decompress, so I hope you all enjoy these smutty and kinky headcanons for everyone's favorite axe-wielding yuppie! ❤️😁🪓)

(Warnings: BDSM themes, Dominance and Submission, just general kink content mixed with fluff)

(I also tried to make this as gender neutral as I could, but please keep in mind I am a woman, and it can be hard not to discuss/include specifically female oriented things :P)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): 

Patrick is hit or miss when it comes to aftercare, it is entirely based on who you are. If he doesn't see you of much value, don't expect much at all, other than just some money and (if you're lucky) a swat on the ass as he leads you out the door. But if you find yourself in a position where he actually does like you/love you/value you, consider yourself very lucky. His aftercare with you will consist of taking you with him to the bath or shower and scrubbing you both off, maybe even another round in there if he's horny enough. If you're both not up for a shower or bath, you can expect him to dominantly be cuddling with you, nipping at your neck and kissing it, maybe watching TV together, until you both fall asleep. 

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

Besides his muscles he loves to flex, Patrick’s favorite body part of his would have to be his dick. He is extremely proud of that thing. His favorite on his partner's would have to be the classic goodies: Tits, ass, and pussy. He often can't decide which is his favorite. If he had to pick one, it would be pussy because he can fuck almost any woman, no matter how small or big her tits are, no matter how flat or round her ass is. If she's pretty enough and he'll feel good enough, that's all that matters. If you're his true love, well… he'd choose your pussy because no matter what, he owns that thing once you're with him. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): 

Patrick cums a lot, and he will cum anywhere. In you, on you, on your face, in between your tits, in your mouth…He loves seeing you full of his cum. He wants you to worship his sweet nectar… 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): 

The few times Patrick is submissive, it's when he's not only with someone he trusts enough, but it has to be extremely tender and loving. This secret will come to light with time and love. You have to be careful, though:  Teasing is one thing, but being too mean will earn you an extremely harsh punishment that will put you back in your place. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): 

Patrick is full of experience. He lost his virginity probably at Phillips Exeter academy with a girl in his class that he liked. From then on, all throughout Harvard and into Manhattan, he completely lost count. If it's something sexual, chances are he's probably at least familiar with it if not already done it. He knows all of the weaknesses it takes to make a girl cry and melt under him. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): 

Pat's favorite positions include doggy style, good old fashioned missionary, 69, prone bone, cowgirl, and anything that would involve the two of you being able to face a camera recording or the mirror to look at yourselves. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): 

Patrick is not really a fan of being goofy during sex. If you try, he'll make a cocky comment out of your joke and brag. He is pretty serious and wants to see you be in a complete submissive headspace worshiping him. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): 

Like most yuppie/preppy men, Patrick takes the time to trim/shave his body hair, including his pubes. At most, you will find small dark wisps of hair above his dick. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): 

Intimacy is considered a privilege with Patrick. If you are worthy enough to him, meaning you're more than just a fake person who's destined to be dead by the end of the night, Patrick can slowly but surely become more intimate with you. It will take time and patience, but as he opens up more and more, you will notice him become more and more intimate. It starts off small, such as more frequent kisses and tighter hugs, but then it will become little brushes in your hair, little nips in your ear, gifts that were bought for you for just being more than a pretty object that will look good on you. In his darkest moments, he might even draw you in his private planner filled with all his dark drawings, depicting you as an angel contrasting against the darkness.  Eventually he will work up to a point where he will be very intimate with you. Smothering you with kisses and tight, warm muscles-filled hugs and nuzzling against you, nipping at your neck, claiming you as his, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you and you only, etc. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): 

Patrick doesn't masterbate as often as you might think. Yeah, he watches porn (especially gore and/or lesbian porn) and jacks off to it, but buy and large, if Patrick's horny, he'll find a real person to fuck. He can pay for it easily and finds chronic masterbaters “loser virgins who can't get laid.” 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): 

God, what kinks doesn't this man have? Definitely domination, bondage, knife play, choking, and biting to name the tamest. He's also open to daddy kink, somno (as in he fucks you while you're sleeping, rarely ever the other way around), piss (this is technically canon in the book since he saves girls’ panties who peed themselves in fear while he's torturing them “for later”), lactation, pregnancy/breeding kink (mostly after he's married to you and when he finally gets baby fever), public sex, voyerism, lesbians, blood…Sheesh, there's probably some I'm forgetting. This man is one horny and freaky bastard! 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do): 

His apartment is an obvious one, but he also enjoys his summer home in the Hamptons, a fancy hotel room, and possibly even his office if he can get away with it. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): 

When you tease him with your body or comments (bouncing boobs, making suggestive comments, etc.), watching or looking at porn, doing coke, and fantasizing about murder. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): 

When you're mean and disrespectful to him in any way, shape, or form, especially in those rare moments of submissiveness. Seriously. If you want a way to piss Patrick off and have him put you in your place, be an asshole/bitch to him or try to hurt him. See what will happen. It won't end well for you. He also can't stand shit anything. While he might be open to being anally fingered, getting pegged is a whole other story that he’s not very open to. While he can tolerate it, he's not big on using condoms and much prefers to go either raw or do his “half an inch from the ejaculate” trick he did with Courtney. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): 

He's fine with giving or receiving. He loves his dick being sucked by you, he'll give you tips and tricks and show you how it should be done based on experience with previous girls. He's very talented at giving. He's eaten so much pussy, he knows all of the good spots and knows how it's done. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): 

Patrick tries to be slow and sensual…for the first few minutes or so. Then it becomes fast and rough. He can try in between to be slower, but he's just too impatient. The sensuality and passion is never gone though. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): 

He doesn't mind a quickie to help him deal with stress. One before work, after work, or even during work would be pretty nice to him, especially if he has a hard on that won't go away. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): 

Patrick can be pretty risky. He gets a thrill from risking being caught or putting you in a situation where your boundaries can be pushed at least somewhat. He's down to experiment with you so long as it's not one of his turnoffs. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): 

Patrick can damn near last an entire night. He can go several rounds with only short breaks in between. His record is seven rounds in one night, and the longest he’s lasted is three hours. What can I say? This man is a horny beast. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): 

He owns a few toys he saves for the prostitutes and escorts, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use them. He owns a dildo or two he likes you to use while you moan his name and think about him. He also has a vibrator or two he saves for when he wants you to pleasure yourself while thinking of him (using it on the go is entirely your choice). He doesn’t really use any sex toys himself; as mentioned before, if he’s going to do something, he’s going for the real thing. If you also count handcuffs and rope as toys, Patrick has you covered there. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): 

Patrick likes to tease you a lot. He will still reward you for good behavior, but he gets off on watching you cry and beg for him to grant you some form of release. He also likes teasing you about how desperate you are for him (ex, “Awww, look how desperate you are for me, baby…so horny for me and my big cock? Do you need me to fill your womb with my seed? Are you so needy for me? Who’s a good girl who worships me? You are!”). 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): 

He mostly makes grunts groans with an occasional moan. He’s shockingly quiet and soft. Other than that, it’s a whole lot of wet slapping sounds and spanking. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): 

One of his absolute favorite fantasies is chasing you down like a serial killer/kidnapper and playing hide-and-seek with you, toying with you, making you think he doesn’t know where you are when he knows damn well where you are. When he finally catches you, he holds you down and does whatever he wants with you before taking you back home like you’re his little spoil or prize. Honestly, the fun with him might not stop even there… 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): 

He’s pretty girthy and long; he’s not only thick, but he’s a little over six inches when erect. Be careful. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): 

His sex drive is pretty high. When this man doesn’t have money or murder on his brain, he’s got a whole lot of sex. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): 

He doesn’t fall asleep first because he wants to watch you fall asleep, but after you’re out and he’s done staring at you, watching you succumb to your body’s exhaustion, he’ll let his own take over and he’ll join you in pure bliss… 

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Chapter Three: Pathetic Attempts

A frown graced on the handsome face of your ex Professor Hannibal Lecter. The thermometer said you still had a burning fever.

Lecter made you drink ice lemonade and cold soda.

He had no choice. Picking you up, bridal style, he walked up the stairs and to the fancy bathtub which was connected to his room.

Lecter already prepared the bath with cold water and scented oils. Gulping in nervousness, he set you down slowly on the surface of the water.

Your eyes opened and you squirmed at the low temperature of the water.

Firmly holding and looking at you. "Don't resist."

You were too scared to disobey the older man so you nervously sat down on the chilly tub and took a long breath.

That is where you realized. You were naked! You covered your breasts and blushed. Out of the corner of his eye, Lecter wanted to laugh but held a straight face. You were so cute when embarrassed.

Before he kidnapped you, he set up cameras in your bathroom and saw you bathe and change before many times. 

So, he wasn't new to you.

But, that didn't mean he was bored of you. He loved seeing you exposed. It was even better now since it was in love in person and he could see you up close. Your natural perky tits made him hot and horny.

Lecter felt his boner rise. He knew it was wrong and not appropriate now to take you. But, he was willing to wait. He could easily rape you and force you. But, he doesn't want you. He loves you. Lecter wanted you to submit yourself.

"We need to get your temperature down."

You didn't say a word and let your ex teacher get a bar of soap and rub you. 

After your bath, Lecter dressed you up himself. He dressed you in a weird attire. A long skirt made of cotton with ruffled edges. A green olive short sleeve t-shirt with striped socks.

You looked like a Mori Kei.

He had an odd taste in women you thought.

Luckily, you didn't return to the basement. He carried you to the dining table and sat you on the chair. The table spread looked professional. You saw Caviar, smoked salmon, a big bowl of salad, and wine.

But sadly, Lecter sat next to you instead of across in the head chair. "I decided to give you alcohol to ease your headache. Don't make me regret it. Behave." Lecter gave you a warning look.

Gulping, you said yes. 

Smiling in approval, Lecter loaded your plate. 

"Here you go, Darling." He stabbed a piece of salmon and held it to your plump red lips.

Fearfully, you took a bite. You loved it. You tasted lemon, paprika and other spices you never knew.

It was better than Red Lobster.

"Wow. This is delicious. You cooked this?" You peeked at him in curiosity.

Lecter was surprised at how well mannered you were. But, he didn't show it. He expected you to act bratty and give him attitude and cause another fight.

The look you gave him was so sweet and innocent. He wanted to coo and stroke your face.

Smiling, he nodded. "I am talented at cooking. Mostly meat. I don't cook desserts or bake much."

The whole dinner, you felt better after each bite. The meal was hearty. The medicine, bath, fresh and natural food healed you.

Now, you were good as new again. Hannibal noticed too. He felt relaxed knowing you will not die of illness. 

Once again, he carried you to the basement. This time, he tucked you in without the chain. You looked up at him. 

"Don't try anything stupid." He seemed to have read your mind. He leaned over to you and kissed you on your forehead. "Good night, sweet heart."

You blinked. "Good night." You whispered.

Lecter hid his glee. You were slowly accepting him. Soon, you will be all over him and be an official couple.

He knew the police were after you. But, since you are an adult, he can persuade you to say you ran away and the charges by your father will be dropped.

Life is finally going back to normal for Lecter. Normal as in going his way.