#virginity headcanons

[cathnospam]

Thinking about how canon!Katsuki would definitely be the kind of guy to stare at you.

We all know he has a habit of just looking and being nosey, so I believe he’d be way worse with his crush.

The way he stares is almost like you can feel his deep blood red eyes touch your cheek while you scribble your notes away in your notebook. You’ve notice he has done it a lot, but you were never the type to outwardly call him out on anything, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention and awkwardness.

But he would always stare, his mouth and chin covered by the palm of his hand, right leg jumping in tandem with his pencil he keeps moving back and fourth with his fingers.

You’re just so damn pretty.

It’s not what he thinks, but it’s what he’s showing, his eyelids are narrowed, slight scowl, but not entirely an annoyed look he usually does.

Eyes traveling to your crossed smooth legs, noticing the little small indents of your cellulite on your thighs.

You look so soft.

The little cute expressions you make when you’re focused on solving the problem in front of you.

You look so cuddly.

The different hairstyles you wear almost every other week. This week you decided on boho braids and they flowed off your shoulder almost like a curtain covering your pretty side profile, that’s until you throw the strands in the back of your head again.

You’re ethereal.

Bakugo loves to just look at you. He would rather choke than admit it, but he will be focused on finishing his work early just for some extra time to look back at you again.

If anybody were to point out the fact his pupils are dilated right now he’d blow them across the class.

He just keeps staring at you.

Eventually he will get caught. You will look back with your warm smile and Ironically enough when he does see you he will avoid your eye contact back like the plague.

Damn hypocrite.

But also damn you for being such a beautiful girl to Katsuki.

[machveil]

Loser!Ghost that’s confident in his work. he’s a well-respected Lieutenant, a big, strong soldier that strikes fear into others. as soon as you walk into a room his dark brown eyes are glued to you. suddenly his lack of speaking isn’t from being reserved, it’s because he’s nervous

Loser!Ghost that’s silently eyeing you, making sure no one is bothering you from across the room. in his mind he’s just standing guard from afar, monitoring your environment. from everyone else’s perspective? their Lieutenant is staring straight at you - hasn’t moved or twitched for a couple minutes, just breathing steadily as he watches you

Loser!Ghost that sweats hard when he’s next to you. his breathing gets heavier, side-eyeing you while trying not to make any sudden movements. he feels like a wolf standing next to fawn - not that you’re frail or weak, not that you’re necessarily small, but because he doesn’t want to startle you. his heart beating wildly against his chest, sucking in a breath when you glance up at him

Loser!Ghost that’s stiff around you. even after he’s known you for a while he’s still on edge. he doesn’t want to sound too harsh, doesn’t want to seem too intimidating, doesn’t want to wig you out. he knows you tolerate him at least - he’s not great at reading you, too caught up in his head. when you talk to him, smiling up at him and friendly, all he can muster is a gruff hum, acknowledging your words with grumbled noises

CW: erm Virgin!Ghost because I said so?

Loser!Ghost that finds himself invited into your room - tense and heart beating rapidly. he isn’t too sure what to do, he isn’t sure what this is. he can’t find the words he needs, simply watching as you move about. when you ask him if he wants to stay over for the night his brain is doing backflips, it isn’t until you bluntly mumble that you want him that it clicks in his mind

Loser!Ghost who’s a virgin, never really having the time for hookups… or the charisma to land one. he can be a little off-putting, not the greatest quality for getting with someone. but you? you’ve noticed the way he behaves, oddly enamored by him. he doesn’t think to tell you he’s a virgin though, he’s too busy tugging his balaclava up to sloppily kiss you, hands moving to grab your hips - unpracticed movements, a silent excitement bubbling in his gut

Loser!Ghost whose balaclava is askew, half tugged up and awkwardly shifted to the left slightly. he can’t bring himself to care though, broken, deep groans rumbling from him as he tries to push into you. it takes a few tries before he’s nudging into you, eyes screwed shut as his hips stutter. he’s got you caged under him, forearms on either side of you as his forehead rests against your shoulder. he’s breathing heavily, panting against your skin

Loser!Ghost that doesn’t know what he’s doing, just moving on instinct. you feel so good, squeezing him just right as he sinks into you. garbled moans leaving him, his mouth pressed to yours as he bucks against you. you rarely hear Ghost speak, on and off duty, always quiet and looming. maybe that’s why he catches you off guard, hips moving erratically as he mumbles against your lips, “Love you—”

[nana-au]

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐱 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | making a mess of your panties MDNI

warnings: panty fucking? idk what to call this

(this is a drabble inspired a request i got... if it was you dw i am making a full fic)

yuji and you both decided at the start of your relationship to take things slow. sex was a serious commitment - with the possibility of becoming pregnant and not to mention both of you were utterly clueless... you both thought it was for the best to wait things out and take things slow.

and while at first you both waited... and waited... and waited; choosing to only kiss and maybe grind against each other (with your clothes on, of course) every once in a while... it wasn't long until you both started to lose the plot a little.

that was why what was supposed to be a simple makeout session ended up with yuji's wet dick tucked away into the gusset of your panties - his length rubbing against your folds. your pleasure - all sticky and wet clung to your panties and his cock - all thanks to the tantalizing feeling of his twitching dick poking your clit with every stutter of his hips.

you cried underneath him - wriggling while his tip kissed against your sensitive bundle of nerves and yuji - even with his years of playing sports was struggling to hold himself above you on his bed - his arms shaky while lost in the pleasure of his cock sandwiched between your panties and your labia.

his head spun while you mewled under him. it was naughty what you were both doing. yuji - condomless - dripping precum all down your folds while your entranced clenched and unclenched - pushing out more of your pleasure and coating his cock completely. your cunt basically begging for him to enter you - all warm and wet and ready for him to effortlessly slide in.

he kissed you tenderly, capturing your lips and putting a pause to your whines while he tried desperately not to cum just from the feeling of your warmth. he wanted so badly to beg and plead with you just to stick the tip in - wanting nothing more than to just feel the head of his cock push past the initial ring of your plush cunt - promising you it would go no further. but he knew he couldn't promise that. he completely broke your original agreement of over-the-clothes touching. he tried his luck first by getting you to agree to grinding in your underwear; something you were wary about but so cloudy with lust you couldn't help but nod and let him pull your sweatpants down. then he got you to agree to him taking his cock out - swearing to you he just wanted to feel over your panties.

he really thought he could stop there but the moment your panties started to darken from your pleasure he all but shook when begging to just slide between your folds. you had agreed - apprehensive but so turned on he probably could've gotten you to agree to anything.

so while his dick slid back and forth in between your lips and his tongue tangled with yours you could only lay there and let him make the both of you feel good.

yuji continued to leak precum - the cool fluid mixing with yours and causing his cock to slip around in your panties - dragging across your skin and missing where he intended to rut against. he broke your kiss, eyebrows furrowing in frustration and sitting up. with his cock still tucked away in your panties and with yuji now on his knees between your legs, he held the fabric down with his hands - trapping his dick back between the puddle he made of your folds. he begun grinding again and was unable to fight back a groan. with your panties and labia tight against his cock he stood no chance - roughly slipping back and forth and stimulating himself to his peak.

he came .... a lot. your panties were already soaked with the evidence of your need and now they were stained with his sperm - along with your dripping folds.

"y-yuji! you came," you cry out anxiously, sitting up to desperately get your underwear off of you - worried that some could possibly slip into your center and god forbid impregnate you.

yuji was all apologies for hours afterwards, even after helping you get his thick cum that slipped between your folds out. he used his index and middle finger to desperately scoop his sperm out of the path to your entrance - causing your hips to buck violently with each desperate flick of his fingers. he was panicked hearing you cry out and not thinking straight, he just went right in with his hands trying to remove traces of his ejaculation from you while accidentally stimulating your clit in the process. "yujiiiiiii!! a towel!!" you cried out again and he sprung to action - rushing to your dorm bathroom and grabbing your giant bath towel.

once you both got over the initial panic of the situation you couldn't stop laughing at your boyfriend and his silly solutions - and he spent the rest of the night blushing wildly - not from his embarrassingly stupid actions - but from the image of your legs wide open and your bare cunt clenching underneath him - his thick cum dripping down into your center where he secretly wanted it most; now stuck in the perverted depths of his mind for the rest of his life.

[freakrenaissance]

Each of these boys is written so perfectly! Din "treats your first time with the reverence he treats everything"...I just melted. I loved this!

Little thoughts on how these men would feel about taking your virginity.

Smut below the cut. MDNI

Din 

Din treats your first time with the reverence he treats everything. After making sure the room was pitch black he removed his armour before feeling his way over your body to remove your clothes. The feel of your bare skin under his palms made him shiver with anticipation. It wasn't his first time but it was his first time without his armour on. It left him as bare and vulnerable as you. Knowing how difficult it was for him, the level of trust you showed him makes his heart ache.

Max Lord

Max wiped his palms on his expensive suit. They'd been sweating since you perched on his desk with your skirt hitched up high and asked him to mentor you in more than just business. Taking his now dry hand you ran it up your thighs and it wasn't long before his fingers were wet again. Convinced that you'd regret it, he wouldn't penetrate you. He did let you ride the large bulge in his tailored trousers until his ringer fingers dug into your ass and your fingers tangled in his hair as your moans tumbled into each other's mouths.

Jack Daniels

Jack wants to make sure you are completely ready for him. Ever the gentleman, he offers you a ride…on his face. Between his plush lips, his neat moustache and that strong nose, you're spoilt for choice where to drag your clit across as you hold his head in place. Jack added his tongue to the mix and you were ready for him in no time. The act itself was done on a fur rug by a roaring fire. In missionary, so he could watch the flames dance in your eyes as he fanned the flames of your desire.

Frankie Morales 

Frankie still can't believe that you want to give him your virginity. Even with you sat on his lap, legs spread either side of him as the sun dips low in the yard. Even when you move your panties to the side to take him in your warm embrace. He's happy to let you take what you want. With every roll of your hips he's content to let you give him your virginity rather than take it from you.

Javier Peña 

Javier tries to ignore how your confession makes his cock swell. The thought of being the first man inside you, the first to share that pleasure with you, it has his face heating with shame when his hips chase his fist later that night. When he's sure it, he, is what you want, he tries to tidy his room up and make it nice for you. When he lays you down on his bed later that night it's on new sheets covering a new mattress. Candlelight dances on his brows knitted in concentration. He thinks about all the things he's learned about women over the years. All the things he's done with them. Mostly, he thinks about how none of it mattered like it does with you. He'll be your first and you'll be his last.

Dave York

Dave couldn't give a fuck if you were a virgin or not. Not in that dress. The one that is begging to be shoved up around your hips. He knows you'll be wet for him so he doesn't bother with much more than kissing you, deep and bruising. Much like how he plans to give you his cock.

Joel Miller

Joel was a practical man. The first thing you discussed about sex was protection. Even though you were on the pill, you both agreed that you'd use condoms as well. Joel loved his daughter but he wasn't ready for another kid. Once the formalities were out of the way, Joel left the ball in your court. It was completely up to you how far you went and when. One night, he found you waiting up for him on the couch wearing only one of his old shirts. It was the sexiest thing Joel had ever seen, you in his shirt. As soon as gave him the nod, the shirt was stripped away. Joel got so carried away in his excitement that you had to be the practical one and remind him about the condom. He made sure to make you come, twice, before filling it.

Pero Tovar

Pero is nervous about being your first. So nervous that he parts with some of his hard won coin to pay a woman of the night to show him how to make it perfect for you. He watched with rapt attention as she worked her fingers against something at the apex of her flower. The way her body quivered and she cried out had him running home to you. That was nothing compared to how you quivered and screamed. When he sunk into you, he'd never felt anyone so wet around him. The next day he made sure to swing by the brothel with an extra coin and your thanks.

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Warnings: changes tenses like, two times, cause Jason is obvi still in love with you, so it would be weird if some things were in the past tense and such. Just go along with it

Virgin!Jason Todd who never had sex before he died and when he comes back in a different body, looking like he fucked half of Gotham, is still just a scared little kid underneath it all.

And then came you.

You met Jason at a Wayne Gala, coming as a friend of Duke’s. You didn’t know about any superhero personas, and it showed. Happy and carefree, you weren’t what Jason assumed of the average citizen of Gotham. The parallels didn’t escape him: you, dancing with Duke and slightly buzzed, and him, the epitome of a wallflower. Clothed in a stunning red dress that just so happened to be the exact same colour Jason had practically trademarked, Jason’s eyes followed you over the rim of his glass. He was nursing a cup of non-alcoholic cider because he would never touch a drop of alcohol after his parents.

“Who is that?” Jason murmured to Cass when she came over to hide from the party. Cass was the only one he felt remotely comfortable with. She didn’t know him before Red Hood, like Bruce, so she didn’t compare him to an energetic little boy that was just a memory in the mirror. She didn’t joke around and pretend everything was okay and dandy, like Dick. She didn’t constantly ask whether he was okay, like Steph, or dote on him like he was a broken birdie. She wasn’t holding past resentment, like Tim, who still hadn’t totally forgotten Jason’s rage at his replacement. And she wasn’t a reminder of the al Guhl’s, like Damian. Cass and Alfred were his safe space, even though both had their flaws.

“Y/n L/n,” Cass supplied, not asking any questions. “Duke met her at school and they clicked. She’s been coming over to the Manor more frequently. She’s actually pretty fun. Even Damian introduced her to his zoo.”

Jason couldn’t hold back a snort, wondering how that must’ve gone over. Damian was extremely protective of his pets, so only a select few could interact with them. Jason missed the cocked eyebrow Cass gave him, surprised at his reaction. He was too busy watching you pull Steph onto the dance floor.

“Um, when does she usually come around?” Jason asked, trying to be subtle and failing miserably. “Just so I can, you know, avoid her.

It was Cass’s turn to snort in amusement, before saying dryly, “Fridays or Saturdays.”

Did it surprise Cass at all when Jason just so happens to show up to the Manor on Saturday, claiming he forgot something from the party? No. No, it does not.

Dick was utterly shocked at Jason’s appearance. It was well known that Jason was just dipping his toe into the Batfam again. He usually stayed at his lonely apartment and only came over during a major holiday. Dick tried not to look anything into it, but he couldn’t help a surge of hope that his little brother may be coming back to them.

Alfred, on the other hand, was not surprised at all. In the recent mornings, Jason had been sneaking into the kitchen, just to talk to Alfred. The two shared a bond that few could achieve. When Bruce wasn’t acting as a father, Alfred was there. So when Jason appeared on Saturday morning, having carefully thought out that Friday was much too soon to officially meet you, Alfred had already set out another plate for breakfast.

“Did you acquire any sleep last night, Master Jason?” The butler asked as he flipped pancakes.

Jason chewed at his lip and shook his head. “I tried, but I was thinking too much, you know?”

“Your nightmares again?” Alfred prosed smoothly.

“No,” Jason replied smoothly. Y/n L/n.

Virgin!Jason Todd who knew you were coming over. What he didn’t know was that you were coming over under the pretence that you and Stephanie had a video game to finish, when truthfully, you wished to see the boy from the party that had caught your eye. You weren’t disappointed. Jason had taken up residence in the living room, foot propped on his knee as he oh-so-casually held a book in his hand.

Steph threw Jason a curious glance before throwing herself down on the couch and picking up a controller. “Y/n, this is Jason,” she introduced. “He’s… a brother,” she decided was the best way to describe him.

Jason, determined to look nonchalant, glanced up from his book (he had been staring at the same page for six minutes) and said, “hey.” Excellent conversation starter, Jason, he thought to himself sarcastically.

“Hi!” You gave him a small wave before sitting down next to Stephanie and taking a controller from her. Jason soon found it very difficult to keep pretending to read, not because of the shouts and yells you and his sister were making at the TV, but because of the groans coming from your mouth whenever something didn’t go the way you wanted. He couldn’t help but dream, wondering what other situations you would groan in.

He excused himself soon after, head ducked and neck flushed as he hurried out of the room. He didn’t notice you staring after him, wondering what was wrong. It wasn’t until Steph shouted out that you were about to die that you were snapped out of your trance.

Unfortunately, you did die in the video game, but you found an excuse to talk to Jason via the book he had left behind.

Cass easily supplied his address and so that’s how you found yourself at his door one Saturday evening.

It’s just a book, you reasoned. I could’ve left it at the Manor. This is stupid.

And yet, almost as if he sensed you, Jason opened the door right when you’re about to leave. “Y/n?” His voice was hoarse from disuse and even though he’s bigger and stronger and more dangerous than you, you couldn’t help but compare him to a child coming to their parents after a nightmare.

“Hey, Jason,” you said, holding the book close to your chest. “Um. I just came to return your book. You left it at the Manor.” You hesitated for a moment before asking, “you okay?”

Jason nodded and it was then you noticed his hair was wet from a shower and his grey shirt had sprinkles of little water droplets on the shoulders. “Did I disturb you?” you asked.

Jason immediately shook his head. “No. You could never disturb me.” He glanced at the book in your hands, eyes flicking back up to you before muttering, “thanks,” and grabbing the book from you.

Ripped out of your hands, leaving you without your lifeline, embarrassment bloomed on your face. You didn’t know whether to leave or to continue the conversation — if you could call this one.

Jason hated himself when he awkwardly closed the door in your face.

He tried not to cry himself to sleep that night, images of his scarred body in the bathroom mirror haunting him

Virgin!Jason Todd didn’t see you until next month’s gala. You made your way up to him, this time in a green dress that suited your complexion perfectly. Jason didn’t like seeing you in Damian’s colour. He much preferred his own.

During a slow dance, you asked with hands behind your back, “how was the book?” You leaned against the wall, smiling up at him. Jason really liked that smile, even if he didn’t deserve it. As much as he would hate to see it – jealousy swirled in him even at the thought – it was Dick who deserved that smile. He had always been the suave, smooth-talking one. Hell, right now, there were three girls talking to Dick.

Jason realised he hadn’t answered you. You deserved someone to pay attention to you. But if you could give him another chance to pay attention, he’d happily stare at you forever.

“Um. It was good. Is, I mean. I haven’t finished it yet.” He hadn’t been able to look at the book since you dropped it off. It only reminded him of how poorly he had treated you. And how dangerous you were to his feelings.

After a moment of awkwardness, you asked with a teasing and curious lilt in your voice, “do you not have anyone to dance with?”

Jason’s head whipped towards you. All semblance of coolness left him when you spoke to him. “I’m not really a dancer, princess.” The nickname slipped out and he wanted to bang his head against the wall. He didn’t notice your blush and small smile because he was too busy blushing himself and looking anywhere but you.

He wanted to tell you that he’s never danced before, but he would gladly dance a thousand dances with you. But he couldn’t say that because that would be too obvious. You’re not stupid, he rationalised. You’re perceptive and his poker face is ruined when it comes to you. You’d probably figured out he has a crush on you.

Which he does. A stupid, impossible, and terribly inconvenient crush.

As a kid, he didn’t have time for crushes. Between living in Crime Alley and being Robin, the closest thing he got to a crush was seeing pretty girls on the street. And then the Joker killed him before he was able to be a teenager.

But these feelings were bigger than he had ever felt for a girl on the street. Was this how a teenager was supposed to feel?

So why was he feeling this now when he was a full grown adult?

Virgin!Jason Todd who’s ears flush pink when you cheekily ask him if he has a significant other to dance with. No, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. How could he have a girlfriend when you’re standing next to him looking so pretty? A girlfriend? No, it’s laughable. He might feel attracted to you, but the idea that he could love someone and someone could love him back, even through all the brokenness… was simply absurd.

He wished he could find a better word than pretty. You’re much more than pretty. With all the romance novels he’s read, he should be able to turn his heart beats into words.

It was comical how he can walk into the most dangerous parts of Gotham and emerge without a scratch, but with you, his heart is carved up and shredded. Here he is, flustered over a pretty girl. How pathetic.

And then at the end of the night, when Dick clapped him on the chest and berated him for not using that opportunity to ask you out, Jason thought it was extra pathetic

Virgin!Jason Todd who didn’t know how to go about talking to you. He never learned how. He never had the growing pains of awkward middle school crushes. He was having them now. Should he be flirty like Dick and all those men he read about in books? Should he pass out in your arms from coffee overdose like Tim? Bruce was no help whatsoever and Jason didn’t fully trust him yet to go to him for help.

And bless Alfred, but he was too old for this kind of thing. The butler, depending on his age (for Jason dared not ask), would either subject him on how to marry Y/n L/n before Jason went off to war to fight the Rebels, or how to court Y/n L/n in an intricate dance of politeness and rules where they all wore ball gowns and three piece suits

Virgin!Jason Todd was definitely overthinking it all

Virgin!Jason Todd who knew it was impossible not to overthink when it comes to you. Everything needed to be perfect, because you are perfect. How could he ever ask you out, let alone love you when he had scars both inside and out? It was a good thing he wasn’t a hero, because heroes weren’t supposed to have scars. They weren’t supposed to have trauma. And Jason was the farthest thing from a hero. But that’s all you deserved: a hero

Virgin!Jason Todd who promised to worship you. He promised it to any deity who might be listening just in case they had the graciousness to lead you into his arms. He cursed Bruce the next time he goes to a gala and you’re not there

Virgin!Jason Todd who showed up on your doorstep that night, worried something was wrong. He was still in his suit and tie and shuffling nervously on your doorstep when you opened your home up to him. It turned out you had some work you had to catch up on, which is why you weren’t at the gala.

Hot chocolate and careful talking led to you reaching your hand out to tuck a piece of his hair back. He’s too busy dreaming about laying in bed and having you do that again and again to register your apologies, worried you overstepped. You were apologising. For touching him. He couldn’t stand the thought of that. That you thought you were rude or disrespectful. He needs you to touch him and to think you would apologise for the lovely, new feeling dancing in his stomach and slowly making its way to his heart

Virgin!Jason Todd who then gave you his first kiss, hesitant and slow. His lips pressed against yours, soft and hesitant and a bit off-centred. He tried his best not to let his teeth clash against yours, and he worried he did something wrong when you froze for a moment. But then you brought your hand up to touch his face and oh…

Virgin!Jason Todd who finally understood all those cheesy monologues when you tried to stutter out your emotions. He managed to calm both you and him by kissing you again. Jason found that his anxiety melted away when he kissed you, replaced by a feeling that felt a bit like anxiety, but mostly like home.

His hands laid in his lap, terrified to touch you, the art he was gifted to see. You reached down and gently guided his hands to your waist where he held you tenderly. Holy shit, what if he hurt you? His hands were made to hurt, not to love. How was he supposed to love?

He guessed that you would help him figure it out

Virgin!Jason Todd didn’t mind if the two of you didn’t make it to the bedroom for the next couple of dates. Hell, he would’ve been happy to keep your relationship to watching movies together, you tucked under his arm. He was able to touch you that way. He was able to slowly break down his walls and explore what you liked. A little brush across the side? The small massage of the calf? A kiss to the temple?

It wasn’t about four months into your relationship (which Jason was all too proud to boast and praise you about. He really liked hearing you call him your boyfriend, especially when another guy was hitting on you and they would turn around to see all 6 foot 3 inches and 200 pounds of him ready to throw hands.) that Jason felt himself want more. He wanted all of you. Guilt always gnawed away at him whenever his mind slipped into dangerous territory. Should he be feeling this way? He didn’t want it to seem that he was in this relationship for your body. And how would he ever approach the subject with you? Was he supposed to sit you down and talk about it or just go like all those people in the books and movies.

“Sweetheart?” Jason found you sitting on the floor, reading, because sometimes the floor was just better. He wiggled his way behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand automatically came to comb through his locks of hair.

He found himself explaining the situation to you

Virgin!Jason Todd who was shocked when you guessed he was a virgin. This was supposed to be some big revelation, but you said you’d deduced it a while ago. Not to mention the relief he felt when you said you’d walk him through it

Virgin!Jason Todd who didn’t know what to do. Now the both of you were in his bed, lips red from making out, a hickey proudly on his collarbone, and you were lifting your shirt up. And when you asked if you could take your bra off, he was pretty sure he had never nodded so quickly. You found it amusing that he was so nervous and excited, but also gratifying that you were the one he trusted enough. You were going to take Jason Todd’s virginity

Virgin!Jason Todd who had his hands guided to your breasts by you. His hands were still for a long moment, unsure of what to do. At his helpless stare, you said, “squeeze them, pinch them, just feel them, Jason.” Slowly kneading your breasts in his hands, Jason felt himself relax. He experimented by lightly pinching your nipple and apparently, that hitch in your breath meant he did something well

Virgin!Jason Todd who then carefully laid you down on his pillow, wanting to take a picture and forever hold onto this memory. But pictures could come later in your relationship. Not even a picture could capture this feeling that was blooming in his chest. You asked if he was ready for the next step and when he confirmed, you wiggled out of your pants

Virgin!Jason Todd who was a bit— oh my god, your thighs

Virgin!Jason Todd who was embarrassed to see your underwear and the wet spot that was slowly getting bigger all because of him. You reassured him that the two of you didn’t need to go any further, but Jason felt the unmistakable and mortifying tightening of his pants. You quickly sat up and tried to calm him down.

“Jay, baby, it’s okay. It’s normal to feel nervous. I just need you to communicate and tell me what you want. If you want to continue, great! If not, great! Let’s go put on a movie and have some popcorn. I will take this at your pace, angel.”

Virgin!Jason Todd didn’t know how you could see him as an angel when the Y-shaped scar on his chest told the story of a devil. A zombie. He wasn’t an angel. He was judge, jury, and executioner. He was a broken man and yet here you were, picking up every shard and piece and creating a fucking mosaic that spanned the cosmos

Virgin!Jason Todd who counted himself thankful a thousand times over when he was able to find the courage to lift his shirt and only see love in your eyes when you saw all his scars and cuts, etched into his skin, each a story that he would wish to forget.

He let you explore and press a kiss to each place he was insecure about. But then he laid you down and slowly slipped your underwear off. Jason swallowed back all the praises and prayers that would’ve fallen from his mouth and made him seem weird. Granted, you two had been dating long enough for you to know Jason revered you, but still

Virgin!Jason Todd who looked at you, wide eyed and heart swelling with love, when you told him that nothing had to happen that he wasn’t comfortable with. There didn’t need to be any oral or anything the first time around

Virgin!Jason Todd who wanted to do more things, but his cock was straining against his boxers so tightly that he might’ve come in his underwear if he didn’t get inside you

Virgin!Jason Todd who had read that he needed to stretch you out first, but you assured him he needn’t do that. Jason didn’t dare think of another man having you and so he did the only thing he could think of — slowly push into you.

Turns out the groans you made with you lost a video game where nothing like the moans you made when he bottomed out

Virgin!Jason Todd who tried so hard not to shoot his load into you when your walls clenched around him the first time.

“You’re making this very, very hard, princess,” he gasped out

Virgin!Jason Todd who managed a few short thrusts before you grinded on his hips and he felt himself losing control. “Y/n-“ he tried to warn you, when your whispered encouragement drove him over the edge. Instinctively, his hips pressed into yours, bucking and trying to obtain friction

Virgin!Jason Todd apologised profusely about the fact that you didn’t come. He felt so bad about it that he was about to get on his knees, determined to try oral for the first time, when you giggled and asked him if he wanted to go another round. Your fingers scratched through his hair and his resolve broke

Virgin!Jason Todd who stared up at you like seeing a goddess when you threw your leg over his waist, straddling him and taking charge

Virgin!Jason Todd who, eventually, after more rounds and more weeks, became more comfortable with pleasuring you and quickly became addicted to your body just as much as he was addicted to your heart and mind

Virgin!Jason Todd who became so much more confident in his body. He began to tease you in public, pinching your sides or hotly whispering into your ear all the things he’d like to do to you. He read some of your smutty books, mentally taking notes, and he studied female anatomy

Virgin!Jason Todd who blossomed into the sex god he looked like, but forever promised that he would only use those powers to pleasure you

Virgin!Jason Todd who wasn’t a virgin anymore

Got this idea from @ivysangel and so I wanted to tag them (thank you! 💕) and also wanted to tag some other people who commented/reblogged cause I was hoping they liked this too 😁🥰

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[rainylana]

Eddie Munson x female virgin!reader headcanons

warnings: smut, oral sex both male and female receiving, reader is a virgin, so much fluff. enjoy! let me know if i missed anything! :)

• he knows you’re a virgin, but he doesn’t say anything about it. he can tell by the way you struggle to keep up with his mouth, how you’re not sure where to put your tongue when he puts his between your teeth. your body is hot and awkward, never knowing where to put your hands.

• he doesn’t tease you about it. he kisses you slow so you can try and keep up, he keeps his hands above your waist so he doesn’t overwhelm you too quickly.

• virgins weren’t exactly eddie’s type. he wanted to be with a woman who knew what she was doing, who knew how to have a good time, be reckless and rough. his priorities changed when he started dating you. he had the urge to protect your innocence. he didn’t want to ravish you like he did other woman. he wanted to take his sweet time with you, wanted to take care of you.

• he eats you out first, your legs spread and tossed over his shoulder, arms stretched behind you to keep you upright. you’re in the back of his van, hair falling out of your braid as you cried, the new, overstimulating feeling of his tongue against your pussy making you blubber emotionally.

• you keep putting your hands between your legs, not sure if you’re able to handle to sensation. he’ll look up at you, pussy drunk and hazy eyed. “you taste so good, baby. you want me to slow down?” you do, so he does. he slows down and makes out with your cunt passionately, squeezing your thighs with his ringed hands, sucking on your clit like he was fighting for air.

• when you cum, you sob, your legs twitching on his shoulders. his hands hold you up so you don’t fall. he holds you close to his chest as you come down from your high, kissing your head and telling you how good you did.

• you get up the nerve to ask him to teach you how to suck his dick and he was extremely eager to teach you, happy to help you learn. it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. you enjoyed watching his face morph into different emotions. pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure.

• “careful of the teeth, honey.” he said, wincing just slightly as he lets his head lay back in relaxation, letting you play with him all you wanted. “now suck on the tip. that’s where we’re most sensitive, right down underneath it.”

• you apologize a lot for how messy you are. you’re eyes are watering and you’re drooling. you keep letting go of his cock on accident. he’s exceptionally bigger than what you had expected, the dark patch of hair slightly trimmed and kept up.

• he doesn’t want you to swallow his cum on the first try, so he quickly grips your jaw and pulls you off of him, squirting himself onto his bare stomach. your throat hurt a few days after, a few bruises in that back that you’d found humorous.

• when he finally fucks you. it’s sweet and slow. he’s got you flat on your back, completely naked and he’s making love to every part of your body, kissing and caressing your arms, your legs, neck and stomach, all the way down to your feet.

• “Ah, that’s it’s, baby.” He says with the tip of his cock pushing into your entrance. “Nice and slow, okay? You’re taking it so well for me.”

• he’s gripping the headboard, willing himself to not move any faster than what he’s already doing. you’re biting his shoulder, whimpering at the burning stretch while his cock is buried inside of you. his mouth is on you, taking in your whines as he bucks into you with his hips, moving a little quicker when he feels you tense up. “cum, baby. it’ll feel so good. cum with me.”

[plistommy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jmliebert]

☆ astarion x shy!virgin ☆

oh, this one I adore...

think of Astarion at the beginning of your journey. he's restless, looking for someone he could effortlessly manipulate—someone who could be of use to him

some silly little creature like yourself, delightfully naive, shy, with cheeks that turn crimson every time he says something even slightly wicked

one of the first nights, Astarion was feeling so weak and sooo thirsty...he simply had to taste you. he needed to sink his fangs into your lovely skin, but you caught him and his body froze for a second shit

yet, instead of killing him (or at least trying to), you gave him a hesitant permission to drink from you. as he knelt before you, sinking his fangs into your delicious neck, he realised for a sweet, little moment that you were perfect—so good for him, your body beneath his, at his utter mercy

it did things to him, things he didn't yet understand

from that moment, Astarion's gaze was firmly fixed on you. he began to test the waters, offering playful flirtations, and your responses were utterly endearing...you were shy, deliciously shy, but it was clear you wanted him. everyone desired him, naturally, and you were no exception

or maybe you were?

as the two of you conversed more and more, he found himself increasingly drawn to you, though he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself. he took pleasure in how effortlessly he could provoke you, especially when your eyes darted away under the intensity of his lustful gaze

it was clear you hadn't had much experience, so he took his time with you, careful not to scare you, as he needed to keep you close

or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself—an excuse, really. the truth was he truly enjoyed the slowness of it all

he gave you small but very deliberate touches, soft smiles, sweet words. oh god, he was really good with his words

Astarion felt a thrill when you were dancing around each other like this, clearly desiring one another, yet hesitating to act on those desires

it felt incredibly liberating to take his time with you, moving slowly. it felt so different from the hellish existence he once knew, of fucking senselessly

one night, when you were particularly lovely, nestled in his arms and slightly tipsy from wine, you told him you were a virgin

"a virgin, you say?"

well, as it was said before, it wasn't hard to tell you lacked experience, but Astarion surely didn't expect you to have none at all

if he didn’t already have such a strong feelings for you, he might have laughed. instead, he found your innocence endearing and oddly hot?

questions filled his mind: how did you manage it, why had you remained untouched, what was it like? and pondering these questions like that made him unexpectedly melancholic

mindfull even

so his touches were gentle, his kisses soft and reassuring. you were holding your hands a lot—an experience as new for you as it was for him

truthfully, it seemed that you both were discovering your sexuality together for the first time

Astarion would find his feelings for you deepening, and though it was complicated, and fucking scary, he couldn’t imagine being without you, although it might seem somewhat pathetic it was the truth

and he wanted to keep you safe, as you kept him

when the moment felt right—ideally after Cazador—his longing for you would be undeniable, and his neediness would be more apparent than ever

he would press his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss...then moving to your neck...then down to your collarbone, exploring every inch of your lovely skin

Astarion would took his time, making sure you felt every sensation, every touch, every kiss, every hooded look

he genuinely wanted to make this feel just... right, for both of you

his fingers would work wonders, his voice husky with desire

"so perfect. do you feel good, darling? tell me, does this feel good?"

he was very attentive to communication, eager to hear that you were enjoying every moment

his fingers would found your core, sliding in and out with a rhythm that made you go completely feral

after, what felt like a lifetime, he would slowly push the tip of his cock into your wet insides, stretching you gently

"Gods, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice thick with lust

and then more of the same questions would occur; "do you like this? does it feel good?"

and then; "you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?

oh my

his hips would move with a skilful rhythm, each thrust precise and perfectly timed. and as you reached the peak of your pleasure, he would bite your neck so beautifully displayed by you, his fangs sinking into your willing body

Astarion had fantasised about this moment for so long you see—being inside you while drinking your warm, delicious blood. it was undeniably erotic and felt indescribably amazing

after a few more of his tender thrusts, accompanied by sweet words and eager hands, your climax would overwhelm you, making you see star

as you clenched so deliciously around him, he felt an overwhelming urge to quicken his movements. he yearned to thrust harder, but he held back, mindful of it being your first time

yet! as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and encouraging him to move harder, he found it impossible to resist. your touch spurred him on, making him lose himself a little in the overwhelming pleasure and that's exactly what you wanted

his rapid thrusts, the feel of your warm blood flowing in his body and your tight wetness around him made his own release inevitable

he came with a deep groan, his eyes shut tight, his cock throbbing inside you

it felt so good he was literally trembling

despite his attempts to hide it, he was clearly touched by its intensity of it all. he held you tightly, wrapping you in an affectionate and soothing hug and for once he didn't utter a single word, there were no need to

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you can find more of my works about astarion ♡here♡

also! my halsin x shy!virgin headcanons are right here...

[olderman-enthusiast]

A unforgettable night pt.1

Logan Howlett x f!Reader

Summery: You lose your virginity to Logan and its the most amazing, passionate night you both have ever experienced, but what does it all mean?? Warnings: Smut, losing of virginity, age gap (reader is mid 20s Logan is late 40s) Word count: 1,073 A/N: This is just something iv been thinking about lately and had to put it into words. I like to think Logan can be a passionate, gentle lover if he chooses to😏

The rain pounded against the cabin’s windows, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the tension simmering between you and Logan. He stood by the fireplace, his muscular frame illuminated by the flickering flames, a bottle of whiskey in one hand. His eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours as you entered the room, your heart pounding in your chest. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice gravelly, carrying a hint of something unspoken. You nodded, swallowing hard "Yes."

He set the bottle down on the mantelpiece and walked towards you, each step deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. But there was nothing predatory in his eyes when he finally stood inches from you. Instead, they softened, filled with a tenderness that took you aback. "You're not just another notch, you know," he said, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. The rough pads of his fingers sent shivers down your spine "I won't rush this."

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making you dizzy. "I trust you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Logan's thumb brushed tenderly over your lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Good," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Because I want you to remember this for the rest of your life."

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, his fingers hesitating for just a moment before lifting it over your head. The cool air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, but Logan's touch was warm and comforting as he traced the curve of your waist.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked at you. "So fucking beautiful."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but his words were like balm to your nerves. You reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling slightly in your eagerness. Logan chuckled softly, taking your hands in his.

"Easy," he said, guiding your fingers back to the buttons. "Take your time."

With his encouragement, you managed to undo each button, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, covered in a fine layer of hair. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and you couldn't resist running your fingers over his pecs, feeling the strength underneath.

Logan let out a low rumble, his hands moving to your jeans, unbuttoning them with quick, practiced ease. He slid them down your legs, leaving you standing in nothing but your underwear. His eyes raked over you once more, and you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with vulnerability.

"Perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Absolutely perfect."

He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, and you could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against your stomach. It was intoxicating, the way he made you feel so wanted, so desired. His lips found yours, and the kiss was everything you had imagined and more—fierce, yet gentle, full of passion and care. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch, while his hands roamed your body, tracing patterns on your skin. You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support as his touch ignited a fire within you.

The moment was electric; every touch was filled with a passion that had been building for far too long. Logan broke the kiss, trailing soft kisses along your neck, moaning and whispering sweet nothings as you leaned back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over you. You could feel Logans warm breath against your skin, igniting a desire that coursed through your veins. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” You confessed you voice barely above a whisper. Logan smiled, looking deep into your eyes “Then let’s take our time. I want to explore every inch of you.” With a gentle touch, Logan guided you down onto the bed, your bodies intertwined as they lost themselves in each other.

The outside world had just faded away as the two of you lost yourselves in the warmth of the moment, forgetting everything but the rhythm of your hearts beating in sync. After what seemed like forever of Logan worshiping your body, caressing every inch of you he pulls back slightly, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked onto yours. "Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, unable to form words, your heart racing in anticipation.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it on, his movements efficient yet careful. Then he positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. You could feel the pressure building, the tension stretching you open as he slowly pushed inside.

Pain and pleasure mingled, and you gasped as he entered you, filling you completely. Logan paused, his eyes searching yours, waiting for your signal to continue.

"It's okay," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Keep going."

He did, ever so slowly, kissing you deeply absorbing your moans in his mouth. You could feel the weight of him, the thickness of his cock buried deep within you, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Fuck," Logan muttered, his forehead resting against yours. "You feel so damn good."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more of him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of sensation through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Logan," you gasped, feeling the orgasm building within you. "I... I can't hold on."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Let go," he urged, his hips picking up speed. "I've got you sweetheart".

And you did, letting go of all control, riding the wave of pleasure as it crashed over you. Your body convulsing, a feeling you've never felt before but what felt like heaven. Your orgasm hitting you hard, your scream echoing through the cabin. Logan followed soon after, his own release washing over him as he continued to thrust into you, his body shuddering with the force of it.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, but you didn't mind. His heart pounded against your chest, a steady rhythm that matched your own.

Logan rolls over exhausted, side by side you both lie there together out of breath but giggling and full of smiles. He pulls the blanket over you both and wraps is arms around you to hold you close.

"Logan," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder. "That was..."

"Unforgettable," he finished for you, his lips brushing against yours "Just like you."

[cathnospam]

Posttimeskip/Canon!Bakugo Katsuki NSFW Alphabet

Thanks for 100 follows :-P

(((Black girlfriend reader mentioned a few times, if you are not black or a girl you can obviously ignore it.)))

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

You were his first everything so with that you wanted to teach him just a few things like aftercare. However, Bakugo already had to down to a science. He didn’t like sleeping in sweat and cum so he’d offer you to take a shower while he puts new sheets on the bed and he joins you a little later. He noticed how thirsty you get after so he’d bring a water bottle and some juice/tea, maybe even a sweet snack if you don’t fall asleep too soon. A lot of this stuff was common sense except the cuddle part. It’s not like he didn’t want to hold you after it was just awkward for him. He just had you cross eye’d and crying on his dick now you him to be held and babied? But after some reassurance that you definitely do and you also wanted to make sure if you did good. “Of course you did dumbass you always do.” Is what he could huff out hearing such nonsense.

Post nut clarity Bakugo is softer, more touchier somehow and quiet. He’d much rather hear your yapping and he just responds with “Yeah.” “Of course” “No. dumbass” with a lot of kissing in between of course

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

Yeah we all know he loves ass. He does, shamelessly so, smacking it while eating you out, smacking it when your back is faced him, patting it while you lay on his lap . But he loves your lips just as much. They’re like pillows, bouncy, and incredibly soft. It’s like a sweet flavor as well knowing you always have different types of lipgloss to wear.

I don’t think he is very particular of any part of his body, but since dating you, you love to talk about his back and arms, the way you hug him from behind or grab onto his arm walking through a crowd. More importantly how you scratch his back when he’s inside you and claw his shoulders when he keeps overstimulating you. It’s become partial motivation to his workout now.

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

Bakugo actually practices safe sex 90% of the time. He isn’t prepared to have any children yet and he doesn’t want any scares so he does at least buy the ULTRA thin condoms. However. The day you finally let him w/o a condom for his birthday he almost came faster than usual which actually made him upset LMAOO.

“What the—F-FFUCK!”

“Y-Y’ok—“

“I AM!…just…fuck this feel good.”

So he will cum in you or on your ass, and smack it with his dick because he seems clean but he’s such a dirty bastard at heart.

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

He doesn’t keep many secrets from you but the few are really only justified. The first one was that when you both were making out for the first time you grinded against his semi hard dick and he let out a soft moan in your mouth. You never pointed it out but it sounded so hot and it almost threw him off because he never made that noise before. After that, for the next few months before you both finally had sex he thought of that feeling alone to get off when masturbating. Not his finest moment but he couldn’t help it.

He likes when you pull his hair but you only did it once and he’ll be damned if he asks you to do it again. Do it again

Another one would be when you and him were just talking and not having sex yet he used to only watch porn where the people looked similar to you. So he’d sometimes type up Asian guy x black girl or some shit. He was actually using it to mentally prepare himself for when he does fuck you and it’s something he isn’t ready to ever tell you because he knows getting sex advice from porn is absolutely terrible.

Speaking of getting prepared he also asked Kiri for some advice on how to eat you out. Bakugo used to watch a lot of oral sex videos and honestly he really was most nervous about that part, he’s aware he wasn’t the best kisser at first and the last thing he wanted to do was bite you or something so he simply asked his best friend that loss his virginity before him the question: “Where is the clit?”

He swore Kiri to secrecy to never speak of that conversation again after that.

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

A virgin up until he dated you. Like I said you’re his first everything so teaching him was actually something you were expected to do, however his pride always got the best of him so when you corrected him he’d always get pissy.

“My clit is here—“

“I fucking know that.”

So instead of verbally telling him what to do you you showed him with your body, moaning louder when he hits or licks the right spot, praising him when he uses the right move. He caught onto this quick and by the time it was the 2nd round he was damn near perfect

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A lot of people say backshots but I personally think Lotus and honorable mention is missionary Hear me out: Bakugo gives vanilla. He just does he doesn’t need all the special positions and areas to fuck he just wants you, him, and a comfortable surface preferably a bed or couch. He doesn’t want to be perceived as some sex freak or anything he is very simple when it comes to sex. Mostly because he’s so shy but won’t admit it.

The Lotus Position is something that actually overwhelms him in the best way possible. Your foreheads touching, your breast pushed up against his as he assist your push to keep grinding and bouncing against him, FUCK does he love the noises you make in his ear when you’re close too, biting him as you cum. He kisses you a lot too to swallow some of your sounds. How your hands creep onto his neck moaning his name. Plus he is squeezing your ass as you both move in sync. He loves it.

Missionary is almost a ties in because he feels he has the most control. Yeah he can be soft but he still loves to be in charge. He likes the intimacy that comes with these positions so best believe it’s a go to.

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

Unintentionally. He has always been so funny to you, but he likes it believe he is serious during sex. Yet you can’t help but giggle when he makes a comment about blaming you for making him get so close to cumming.

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

He has a visible happy trail. Doesn’t grow much so he never needs to trim it, he was going to cut it off the day after you had sex with him the first time and you were able to stop him. Bakugo wanted to make his pelvic area smooth for you because he was worried his hair was itchy to you, once you explained it felt good to feel it on your pussy when he fucked you he haven’t touched it since.

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

Well….he can try. You can tell when he tries but bless his heart he is so damn aggressive on accident. He once tried to give you a massage but his own sweat mixed with the oil cause his hand to slip so much to the point he got mad and pop a small explosion on your lower back.

You still have the small burn mark and laugh at it from time to time. He doesn’t laugh though he regrets it a lot.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates…often. He has for years and even after graduating high school he only did it every other day or week when he was really tense or couldn’t sleep. But ever since he got with you it stopped.

Because you do it for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’d tell you he doesn’t have any. Which is half true.

He is pretty vanilla, BUT from the last few times you tried something new you noticed he enjoyed a couple things:

Overstimulation is always fun, he used to do it on accident. Now, it’s almost expected to happen after oral or penetrative sex. Something about that second orgasm really puts him in a whole ‘ other cloud 9 he can’t even explain. It’s the rarest times he’s ever selfish with you sexually.

Praise Kink 100000%. It’s so funny to see the frustrated look on his face of focusing to not cum when you’re in his ear telling him how amazing he is and how nobody else could make you feel this way. Gets him hard every time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He does enjoy the bed, but he has a huge couch in his dorm, he ate you out a few times during a movie and it led to you on top riding him. It felt so cozy falling asleep after that now 90% of the movie nights y’all have in his dorm leads to something not so wholesome.

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

You.

Your reactions, your twitches, your moans, the way you say his name it all drives him more to keep going and practicing to get better for you. He absolutely loses his MIND the way you cry out for him too.

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

He will not ever do anything like humiliation or too much violence like slapping your face. He knows he can be abrasive as it is on accident and even the thought of going to far and harming you would possibly cause him to take a pause on sex no matter how much he loves it

I am 50/50 on somno. I believe he wants you alert to what he’s doing to you for his own peace of mind. But he wouldn’t be opposed to him waking up to YOU touching him.

He’s not a big fan of “daddy”, he won’t stop what he’s doing but he’d rather hear his name or “baby” or even a nickname you made out of his name.

You will not peg him. He is very sensitive about his ass.

No threesomes or anybody watching. Call him selfish, but your body is his in his mind so he’d prefer if nobody sees what you have only blessed him with.

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

LOVES giving. Way more than he will admit, there has been days where he’d finish sparring with someone and to release the stress he had from Deku almost beating his ass again he came to your dorm and offered to lay between your thighs as you studied.

You didn’t get much studying done.

He’s improved on his skill too. However he’s constantly messy, it’s not just kitten licks with this man he sucks and fingers and even nibbles on you like he’ll never eat you again. It’s almost selfish.

He loves the feel of your pussy against his tongue, he doesn’t taste much. If you were to ask him what you taste like he would say nothing, really but the warm, slimy slick just does something to him. If he could he’d eat you for hours

Now that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love seeing you gag and swallow his dick absolutely not. When you both started getting more physical you actually sucked his dick quite often (since he was afraid to eat you out at the time) he would actually anticipate on it whenever you both were alone so he’d keep his sweats incredibly low to his waist on purpose

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

Bakugo an intense guy so he starts off slow and his touches gradually turn more focused towards your reactions. He’s consistently looking into your eyes with every noise you make, each thrust is deep and nearly knocks the wind out of you. It’s not until he’s close he begins to chase that high, breathing into your mouth, circling your clit w his fingers, and going faster with slightly shallow thrusts.

He’s a big kisser btw so be prepared for little to no air because if he’s not kissing your low lips he’s kissing your upper lips with each thrust swallowing your cries

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

Hates em.

The idea is always fun to him but when he realizes he has to stop right when he’s getting started he hates it. He wants to take his time. He probably enjoys foreplay the most which is why he can’t stand having to make it short.

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

Bakugo is pretty stubborn and doesn’t like too much change but if you’re willing to reassure him about what you want he may consider. It can’t be any of the no though.

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

Man can last a while. He can even if he’s sensitive, but he can last EVEN LONGER in between breaks. Just as long as you cock warm him. An average night of sex with him is usually 30-35 minutes, but including foreplay is actually an all day thing. Foreplay can start from the moment you wake up and he’s kissing you good morning all the way to that evening when you both are showering together and his fingers are creeping between your thighs

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

Doesn’t understand toys but if you’re willing pick like a vibrator he wouldn’t mind it. You just can’t use it too much, he has read those things can fuck up your sensitivity and he’ll be DAMNED if he loses to a TOY

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bakugo actually wasn’t that much of a teaser until you brought it out of him. When he went down on your once he kept kissing and biting your thighs for WAY too long that you began to whine his name. Once he heard that pretty little “please” slip through your tongue something just snapped. He loves to hear you beg now so occasionally he’ll edge you or tease you a bit before giving you what you want.

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

He’s not that loud. A few mumbles of your name and a couple groans is the most you’ll get because he wants to hear you more. When he’s close he’ll begin to say a few “cum with me” “cum for me’s” which is so hot to hear since his voice breaks when he’s cumming

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

He learned sign language through out the years after finding out his hearing was becoming worse and he taught you as well. Now you both communicate in public through SL, and a few times he said the nastiest shit to you across the room during a lecture.

Bonus: He’s a big Pokémon nerd. Loves Gengar, Charizard, and Growlithe.

Bonus two: He has a secret tattoo he got when he turned 21

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

Bakugo is a more length than girth guy. He’s a shower and cut. About 7.8ish inches and it curves to the left. He also had a beauty mark on the left side of his shaft and pelvic area.

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

Y’all have sex about 4-5 times a week. If yall miss a week spike it up to 6 because he needs to release some stress

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You fall asleep before him so after taking care of you and cleaning you up he usually waits until you’re sleep and follows suit. Sometimes when you’re still yapping and he’s ready to go to bed he’ll gently fan your eyelids to close with his fingers. Somehow it works everytime and you slowly stop talking a dm cuddle in his chest.

[shonen-brainrot]

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who, despite his typically rough and dominating demeanor, reveals an unexpectedly tender side after you express your readiness to take a significant step in your relationship.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who meticulously plans every detail: whisking you away to the serene mountains, where he's secured a cozy cabin for a few blissful days. He goes the extra mile to craft the perfect ambiance – soft furs sprawled in front of a crackling fireplace, casting a warm glow, and a delectable dinner thoughtfully prepared by his own hands.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who delights in shared laughter and smiles with you as you both enjoy the dinner together.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who tenderly lays you down on the soft furs, gently undressing you, and planting kisses on every inch of your exposed skin as the discarded clothes find their place on the floor.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who grins with a cocky comment, saying, "Mmmm, my cute little virgin girlfriend flaunting such provocative lingerie, well, well," as he appreciates the perfectly fitted red, lacy underwear you're wearing.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who eats your pussy slowly, lapping on your slit and sucking on tour clit, occasionally fingering you to get you ready for his cock. With every little moan escaping your lips Katsuki grunts, feeling how his cock twitches within his pants, begging to be stuffed in your tight cunt.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who handles the moment with incredible gentleness when he takes your virginity.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who gradually pushes his cock into you with a resonant moan escaping his lips at the feeling of your tightness. "Fuck, princess, you're so fucking tight for me."

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who pushes relentlessly past the resistance until there's no room left, until his balls gently press against the curve of your ass.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who moves more smoothly now, encountering less resistance in his path. Glancing down, he notices it's due to you bleeding.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who tenderly kisses away those tiny tears streaming down your cheeks, a result of the overwhelming sensation of being filled and stretched beyond comprehension.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who showers you with constant praise, saying, "That's it, princess, you're taking me so well. Relax, just relax for me, and it'll feel perfect. Just like that. You're doing so well."

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who engages in fucking you missionary, passionately making out with you throughout.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who senses his cock twitching as the walls around him start spasming, seemingly eager to coax out his release.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who curses himself for not lasting longer but he's overwhelmed by how good you feel to him.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who pleads, "Princess, let me cum inside, please?"

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who cums with a guttural grunt, rolling his head backward as your pussy clenches around him. He withdraws gradually, observing the mixture of his cum, your release, and traces of blood oozing out of your entrance.

Boyfriend!Bakugo, who whispers, "I love you. I'll protect you for as long as I have on this damn earth."

[nana-au]

𝐁𝐅𝐅 & 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 | random drabble MDNI

thinking about bestfriend! and virgin! yuji showing you his cock for the first time so that you'll show him what you look like underneath your clothes....

you had never seen a dick before and it somehow came out in conversation and your ever so eager best friend yuji quickly came up with a solution for your problem.

he wagered with you beforehand of course - telling you he had never seen a pussy (does porn count??) and well look at that! he had a dick.. you had a pussy... if only you both showed each other what it looked like.

and somehow the heavens granted him his wish and you were nodding, eagerly awaiting for his cock that sprung against his stomach - already hard from the idea of his best friend and long time crush seeing his pulsing dick - his tip pushing out a small bead of pre cum as your eyes shot open from the view.

"w-wow!" you said, studying his length a little too intensely. his stomach heaved and his cock bobbed along with it, coughing and spluttering as your face came closer to get a better look. his tip was red and his dick had one thick vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. you had nothing to base it off of but from your knowledge of your girl friend's gossip it had to be a pretty good looking dick. (not that you would say that to him. that's awkward... right?) it was long and decently thick....

"s-so..." yuji spoke, tucking his dick back into his pants; his cheeks a little red from your unexpected thorough inspection before sitting back onto the couch.

"oh.. right," you said, getting up yourself and sliding your pants and underwear down upon remembering your deal.

his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at what greeted him. your pussy was definitely the cutest he had ever seen (again, does porn count???) all soft and inviting...

"can i touch it?" he murmured and you slapped away his approaching finger.

"i thought we were looking and not touching... i didn't get to touch yours!" you whined at the unfairness.

"well... yours is hiding," he responded in a matter of fact way and you couldn't exactly argue.

"fine.." you grumbled, "but i'll do it," taking two fingers you spread your lips apart, allowing yuji to see the velvety skin of your labia. now it was your turn to become insecure upon watching your friend study your anatomy - his hands reaching to pull you closer by your hips; causing you to trip over your feet while he desperately tried to get a better look. you let him examine in silence, your heart beating wildly from the lack of words your usually chatty friend had. you took your fingers away before clearing your throat, "i think you have a good idea now..."

he nodded and you both sat in silence on the couch - unsure of what to say.

"well that was..." he began and you cut into his sentence.

"awkward."

"-nice," yuji coughed to cover up his answer. "y-yeah.. awkward." his hand reached to scratch the back of his head.

[konigsblog]

TW: RAPE/NON-CON — MDNI 18+ 🩸

Virgin!König wouldn't stop during sex if you asked him to. He's been waiting for far too long, to finally get his grimey, filthy hands on your sweet body. He can't control his urges and the dark, wicked thoughts rushing through his corrupted and sick mind.

Seeing you plead with him and sob out gives him a sense of control. He can't control how turned on he is, despite how his stomach churns and twists with guilt at the sight of his beloved. Each thrust hits deeper than before and sends shivers down your spine, while your body jerks and jolts through the sharp and bruising sensation. The agonising and splitting feeling causing tears to roll down your tear-stained cheeks, a pitiful sight for König's eyes to land on.

König is far too desperate to lose his virginity to a woman like you, he wouldn't dare miss out on the opportunity in front of him, even if it labeled him as a rapist. Perhaps you deserved it, after months of constant teasing and fucking with his head. He's been in your position countless times – crying, begging to lose his virginity after being overstimulated and taunted. He was desperate and you didn't listen. Now, this is a taste of your own medicine.

He'd convince you that he just didn't hear you, or that you didn't say anything.

[donttellunclesam]

flagging and other such shenanigans

(close ups under the cut)

[jmliebert]

halsin x shy!virgin headcanons

hmmm...

you and Halsin are drawn to each other (obviously), especially after major dealings in the shadow-cursed land you realise you really really like him a lot

and the feeling is mutual of course, the druid gaze lingers on you with a mix of admiration and...desire

which makes you feel wanted but also scared shitless ! ! !

one day, during one of your many conversations Halsin mentions his past lovers and notices a flicker of something on your face. discomfort, perhaps? but he lets it slide for the moment

the truth is you've never been with a man, or a woman (for that matter) and you feel lacking (you shouldn't be, really!!)

especially in front of someone like Halsin of all people

someone incredibly experienced, someone with a certain...reputation, someone as self-confident as him

and someone straightforward it would appear, as one night he bares his soul to you, confessing his feelings and expressing how deeply he craves you, all of you

his words make your heart skip a beat, but also fill you with a pang of fear. this little secret you were carrying feels heavier tonight than ever

you wanted to tell him so many times, hells, you wanted to tell him now, but his tales of past lover and his undeniable experience have left you feeling shy and painfully unexperienced

however, despite your apprehension, you agree to meet him later that night. as you walk through the forest just outside the Baldur’s Gate, your steps feel weighted, your stomach in knots

yet, when you see Halsin in the distance, leaning gracefully against a tree... it melts some of your anxiety away

he smiles at you with such warmth and sincerity that your heart aches. but his gaze quickly sharpens when he sees the look on your face

he'd seen that face before...

Halsin steps forward, his hand gently taking yours, lifting it to his lips. “what troubles you, my love?” he asks, his eyes searching yours

at that you are unable to hide your secret any longer, you look down at the grass and quietly admit of you being a virgin, your cheeks red-hot

you can't see it, looking at your feet right now, but Halsin’s eyes widen slightly. he's not angry, there’s only understanding and a hint of disappointment in him, but not for you, but for himself. he sighs softly, lifting your chin with gentle fingers, guiding your lips to meet his in a tender kiss. "how foolish of me to assume,” he whispers against your delicious lips

truth be told, a rush of excitement surges through him as you confess your virginity. now, his desire to impress you with his skills in bed is stronger than ever, he wants to leave a mark on you and the thought of being your first does something to him

but also, he doesn't rush, he decides not to. instead he takes a role of a patient teacher? giving you all he has, taking all his time to make you feel cherished and comfortable

that is why, he would refuse to have vaginal sex with you that night, instead he'd focus solemnly on you. his kisses would become more insistent, trailing from your lips to your neck, to your breasts, and down to your stomach. he’s exploring, seeking your comfort and consent with every touch

he kneels before you as you lean against the tree, his hands firmly gripping your hips. his mouth finds its way between your thighs, tasting you with fervent passion. he starts with long, slow strokes, his tongue gliding over your most sensitive areas, causing shivers to run through your body. his fingers join in, gently parting your folds, allowing his tongue to delve deeper, licking and teasing you with a mix of tenderness and intensity

Halsin makes soft, appreciative noises as he pleasures you, his deep hums of satisfaction vibrating against your skin. he loves the way you taste, the way your body responds to his touch, and he wants you to know it. he occasionally looks up, his eyes meeting yours, filled with desire and affection

“tell me how it feels,” he murmurs between strokes, his breath hot against your skin. “I want to hear your pleasure, my love”

you can’t help but moan in response, at first a shyly but quickly getting louder (which pleases halsin senselessly)

your hands are tangling in his hair, guiding him closer, deeper, it feels so good. soon your breaths come faster, your moans even louder and more wicked

as your climax approaches, he intensifies his efforts, his tongue and fingers moving with a skilled, relentless rhythm that leaves you no choice but to surrender. your body tenses, and then you’re crying out, your release crashing over you, your mind blank for a moment

Halsin holds you through it, his movements gentle yet firm, his hands steadying your hips as your legs start to tremble. with boldness (you didn't know you had in you), you begin to ride his face, your hips moving of their own accord, pressing against his nose, milking your orgasm (it drives halsin completely wild, he loves it so much his dick is leaking in his trousers)

as the waves of pleasure subside, Halsin gently pulls back, his lips, cheeks, nose and chin glistening with your arousal. he rises to his feet, pulling you into his arms, kissing you deeply so you can taste yourself on his lips...

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the break is over; time to unleash the beast in me once more

that said, would you like some continuation to these headcanons?

also!

you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡

[theshinazugawaslut]

Sanemi is definitely very emotional during intimacy, it overwhelms him that someone would touch him and love him and know him. Especially since that person is you.

You who touched his body with tenderness, kissing away his inexperience and awkwardness, lip against his jugular then his abdomen, sometimes against his hip.

It scares him, makes him shiver and sob into your mouth as he rocks his hips into yours.

Are you not afraid?

He could crush you with these hands and yet you hold onto them, interlace your fingers with his and squeeze as your eyes roll back into your head.

God, he loves you, he loves you so damn much that it fucking hurts, and he'd be addicted to pain all his life if this is what it felt like.