fav!character who loves seeing his frame devour you. the way his clothes just swallow you whole, your thighs barely visible. he thinks it's fucking adorable. you tried his pants before but wore his boxers instead. that sight alone drove him mad.

the times where you had to physically climb him in order to get something off a shelf or on the top of the cabinet, he loves it. instead of volunteering to get it for you, he knew you were too prideful to let him do all of the work. your hands grabbing onto his large biceps and toned back, his thin shirt giving you a glimpse of his nipples.

the little things where you still choose to sit on his lap other than any chair available, where he gets to wrap his big arms around you, completely engulfing you.

or when he's wearing a hoodie a little too big for him, (which was huge for you) you like to crawl underneath it, feeling his mellow skin warm you up more than any hoodie or sweater can. he loves it, trust me, he fucking loves it.

he loves helping you out. he isn't sure if his love language is acts of service, or he just loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, cause he's the first one you shout out for when you need help. he's always one call away. ''___'' ''___?'' ''___!'' and he's sprinting to where you are.

whenever he sees you doing something, if it's painting your nails, doing your hair, drawing, brushing your teeth in the morning with messy bed hair, he just loves seeing you in your element.

it might be weird, but he just feels so much better when he sees traces of you everywhere in your home. your toothbrush beside his, a plushie sat on your bed together, your small shoes beside his, your things on your side of the sink, and his things on his side of the sink, your towels being two different colors, he just loves it.

it might be corny, but he just loves you... being there. you two could be doing nothing and could still sit there for hours. one look from you and he folds immediately.

he's fucking whipped.

and other of your favorite characters !

Fire and Iron

Forced to stay the night with Nanami Kento, the town's blacksmith, after tending to his wounds, you find yourself smouldering in his irresistible flame.

Warnings: 18+, fluff and smut, loss of virginity

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Your boots cracked through the ice-topped slurry puddles scattering the mud path in the village. The shawl bundled over your shoulders was not enough, and the biting cold wind whipped your cloak back, stripping its usefulness off your shivering shoulders.

Townsfolk waved to you, nodding, smiling; greetings for a familiar face, many of them grateful for your travels to their icy town over the years, lacking even a basic healer of their own, let alone one so talented.

Passing by the blacksmith's hut on your way, you paused out the front, feeling the heat bellowing forth like dragon's breath. You tipped your head back, the smell of ash and steel filling your nose. As you paused, moments after, so did the clang of hammer on anvil.

You opened your eyes, stinging in the brutal cold and smoke. You, once more, like a hundred times before, had caught the eye of the blacksmith. He, whose name you did not know. He, who looked but never touched. He, to whom you had passed so many thousands of hours of your life, and his life to you, through gaze alone.

Stood proud at the anvil, shadowing the forge like the door to hell behind him, his broad shoulders wore only an open-chested white linen shirt, and a thick brown leather apron. With his ashy blond hair, and the lines of his face filled with soot, he was ageless and unknowable. He looked to you, his sharp face quiet and impassive; expression always somewhere between fury and tranquility.

It's another full moon tonight and the last one of 2021. Our ancestors celebrated the full moon, seeing it as a time of rest and admiring it's beauty and the connection with the spirits and diwata. ✨

Here are some beliefs and practices on the full moon. 🌕

I need more of this AU, I am just obsessed. I like to think that maybe he doesn't fuck all of them and just teases the reader and the girl just plays along.

I need more of this AU, I am just obsessed. I like to think that maybe he doesn't fuck all of them and just teases the reader and the girl just plays along.

miguel o'hara eats pussy like his life depends on it. his tongue is like magic ; always hitting the right places, making you see stars. he loves laying between your legs, arms locked around your thighs as he devours you, never letting you wiggle away. pull his hair and he let's out the most animalistic noises. "pull my fucking hair, baby. use my face." he'll growl out, encouraging you to grind your hips against his nose & waiting tongue. he doesn't stop until your brain is complete mush from cumming so much.

© 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒖𝒓 ｡

tw incest, coercion, jealousy

thinking about osamu and how much he likes leaving you a shaking little mess on his cock, definitely osamu nii who rubs it in atsumu's face that you sleep in his bed and hold his hand and will sit down on his lap at the end of a long day

big strong osamu who makes you push your thighs around his cock as he fucks into them from below, and osamu who slides his long fingers into your little pussy when he's showering with you and almost making your knees give out, and osamu who taught you how to kiss and how fun it is to slide your big brother's thick cock down your throat until you're lightheaded and crying

osamu who's wanted to be a husband and a big strong man ever since he understood what it was and makes you giggle by pecking your cheeks and pulling you behind his body when other men look at you and that same osamu who wants nothing more than to see your lips glossy and falling open with desperate whines when he fucks the raw head of his cock into you for hours until you can't even stay awake

atsumu can keep his girlfriends and flings. because he's so obviously jealous when you 'niichan, niichan' him into submission, but you can't help but return to osamu's strong arms and little coos of his love, or when you call yourself samu nii's wife just like he spent years training you to accept <333

lust

miguel o’hara x reader smut

MMmmmM MmM Dilf Bokuto

He’s big n solid in his later years, a bit of chub around his middle, but you can still tell there’s muscles underneath the lil bit of fluff on his biceps, around his tummy, on his thighs.

God his thighs would be so big and juicy, seeing them stretch out a nice pair of jeans. You can’t stop staring at them when you meet him for the first time, and Bokuto notices, can’t help but grin at the way you’re seemingly so enamored with him. It’s been a while since anyone’s looked at him like that.

Acts all sweet and boisterous as he gets to know you, swats away your hand when you introduce yourself to instead envelop you in a hug with a classic “Sorry, I’m a hugger!”. Yeah, he only does that when he meets pretty little things like you that stare up at him all doe-eyed and innocent, don’t even know that he’s already thinking of how to lure you to nearest bathroom so he can fuck you against the sink.

Sits entirely way too close, pretends he can’t hear what you’re saying so that you have to lean over and say it into his ear, let him feel your tits press up against his arm. When he laughs at a joke you make he pats your knee and watches you blush, cute.

It isn’t until later that he manages to get you alone, “coincidentally” catching you right as you’re exiting the bathroom, bumping you backwards with that hefty body of his, looking surprised when you fall on your ass. He hadn’t meant to bump you that hard. 

But it achieves his goal of getting you alone, sequestered in the bathroom where he can shut the door and grope you a little, flirt with you a lot. You’re telling him that you shouldn’t do this, there’s people outside - Bokuto doesn’t care.

I can see him pushing up your top and grinning so hard when he pushes your bra up too, big hands squishing your tits as he leans in close and starts kissing at your neck. Tells you that you look like you’d sound really pretty with a cock in your cunt, probably look real cute too.

He’d be able to manhandle you no problem, lifting you up, setting you on the counter of the sink so he can drop to his knees between your legs and eat you out through your panties, slobbering all over the fabric until it’s sopping wet with his spit and your cum.  

Able to lift you up and turn you around so you’re facing the mirror, hike one of your legs onto the counter so he can get a better angle to push into your cunt, biting his lip at how tight you are. Moan about how he hasn’t had pussy this good since his wife divorced him, how you’re gonna make him cum like a teenager, knock you up or some shit.

It’s a surprise to hear that deep voice curse, he doesn’t seem like the type to use such language. But he’s old, and doesn’t really care about things like that anymore, especially when he’s fucking a young thing like you.

Young enough to be his daughter.

Promises to take you home after, fuck you properly, as if he didn’t just make you cum twice and convince you to give him your number. You don’t even like older men, yet you’re fully ready to let him drive you over to his house for round two.

Ah, just… Dilf bokuto <3

☆ the babysitter ☆ dilf!toji f. x reader

you had just come back to visit home after you completed one semester of college. college was expensive, especially with the tuition costs, accommodation charges, groceries, etc. also you did not like to burden your parents with your expenses so you sought out for a job in the holidays.

your father recommended a babysitting job for one of his acquaintances, someone named fushiguro. you jump at the opportunity since you had a great time bonding with kids. you shyly wait outside the door after ringing the doorbell once. the one who opens the door had an irritated look on his face and seemed to be sleep deprived. you could also hear the wailing of a baby in the background. much to your embarrassment, you found yourself blushing at the tall and muscular physique of the older man. your father did not mention that he was so handsome.

"what?" he said with a voice laced with annoyance and irritation.

"oh-um, mr fushiguro, i just came to enquire about the babysitting job" you squeaked out, feeling intimidated by the scary man.

toji had welcomed you in after this and you met his son, baby megumi who had promptly stopped crying when he was placed in your gentle arms. you were relieved inside, happy to know that the baby had bonded with you so quick.

toji had felt grateful for everything you did, truly. you were a sweet girl who looked after megumi well like he was your own and had even no problems staying in when his work ran late. you had always greeted him home with that adorable smile of yours, balancing megumi on your hip.

he wished he was ashamed to say this because he really wasn't, but he wanted you. you were so sweet, pliant and caring. you were someone he wanted for himself. coming home after every gruelling day of work to see your illuminating smile and holding his son was his dream. megumi also loved you, seeing you as his mother.

toji's desires got the best of him one day when he cornered you in the living room after you put down megumi for sleep. you fidgeted shyly under his intense gaze, making him even more aroused at your blushing face.

he then crashed his lips onto your warm and plump ones, causing you to moan. he shoved his tongue in your mouth and picked you up easily. you had started to squeak in embarrassment at getting picked up and taken to his room where you were thrown on the bed, unceremoniously.

the rest was a blur when he stripped you and him until you both were naked. you blushed at his scarred chest and toned and lean body. toji looked at your gorgeous body in awe while spreading your legs, revealing your pretty pussy to him while you whimpered shyly. from then, toji lost all composure.

he had you with your legs in the air, while thrusting into your mercilessly. you cry and sob in a sinful mixture of pleasure and pain, as he pounds deep into you, hitting all your sweet spots. toji had one rough hand gripped tightly to your waist, holding you down to your bed to prevent your body from jolting from every harsh thrust.

toji had an immense sexual appetite, already built up from not having sex for so long and he was so experienced too, making you stutter and blabber like a fool. you held onto his muscular arms for dear life while he had his fill.

"d-daddy, its too much!" you hiccup out, trying to adjust to his large size and animalistic pace. toji seemed to like you calling him daddy a lot, as indicated by him going even more deeper and faster into you.

"you can take it" he hissed in your ear, squeezing your tits. he kisses your swollen lips, snuffling the cry that threatened to come. "my good girl" he whispered, making your heart skip a beat at the praise. you felt in come in you, most of it leaking out your quivering pussy.

toji didn't like to see you waste his cum like that, giving you a harsh slap on the side of your thigh, making you squeal. he fucks his cum back into your pussy, making sure it went in deep.

"i'm gonna put a baby in you" he says to you, every syllable make your belly feel warm. "you'd look so beautiful with my kid in your belly"

"daddy!" you squealed, feeling embarrassed and strangely aroused, already imagining yourself as his young, pretty wife.

your arrangement after this slightly changed. after feeding megumi and putting him to bed, toji would come home from work. you would be sitting on his large bed, sitting obediently and naked.

toji would take out all his frustrations from work out on your body and you would be lying under him, pliantly and happy to ease his worries. he would fuck you without abandon every night with would result in you leaving his house with a blissed-out smile. your parents were none the wiser, and were oblivious to the new bruises and hickeys on your body whenever you returned from the fushiguros.

“fuck. you.” the irony.

even through a slack jaw, you still couldn't let him score the believing thought he deserved this—to believe he had the right to hold your body in such a brash way; to mold your everlong ego into a wit of pitty and embarrassment through the force of his heavy cock barreling deep into your walls—and destroying that mockery you've always challenged him with through each pummeling drag he curses you with. . .

“already are, filthy too--just fuckin’ filthy.” but even so, his own everlong ego was a greater match, never more toe-to-toe, least to say, it was always a tease—a cruel one. . .a petty one, and it was purely shameful.

shameful how that mockery always got back to you, always biting you back tenfold; just like how it does now with the deep press of his tip nudging at your puffy cervix—almost bruising by the brutal skin-to-skin contact he clashes with swift thrusts.

˖༺ ♡ ༻˖

DON'T ASK IF I CAN BREATHE + BLLK MEN!

ꕤ  featuring ; sae itoshi. kenyu yukimiya. ryusei shidou. shoei barou. oliver aiku.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ Call me daddy✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

Dessy: look at me. he's daddy now.

Synopsis: Aizetsu hears you call him "Daddy" which unlocks his breeding kink.

CW: Praise kink, breeding kink, slight blood play (tiny bit), implied kontting, shy dom!Aizetsu, size kink, pet names, daddy kink

Word count: 653

Pairing: Shy dom!Aizetsu x Fem slayer!Reader

*Reader has a kitty kat but no pronouns*

Aizetsu whined as he left desperate wet kisses down the expanse of your neck as he bounced you on his thick cock. His clawed hands dig deeply into the soft plush of your hips, sharp black nails stained red with your blood as he relentlessly slams you down on his dick over and over again. The sweet scent of your blood fills the room as the scratches on your hips continue to drip crimson only fueling the desire of the demon that was stuffing your tiny pussy full of his cock. “My pretty human, you smell so sweet….it’s -its’s intoxicating.” His fangs grazed the shell of your ear, and you couldn’t tell if he was talking about the scent of your blood or the arousal that was spilling from the place you two were connected. 

The wet gooey pat-pat-pats of his hips snapping into yours and his whimpers echoed throughout the room growing louder as his movements became sloppier. You knew he was so close as he begged for assurance, seeking praise in-between sucking red bruises into the skin of your chest, one hand still locked on tight to your hip as the other kneaded your breast. “Please tell me how good I’m making you feel, I need to hear that it feels good for you too.” Despite the way your mouth was parted, pupils blown wide and the lewd moans that were leaving your lips every time he thrusted up, Aizetsu needed to hear you speak. He had to hear you say it. 

“L-look at me little slayer, am I making you feel good?” His hand left your breast, claw hooking under your chin to force you to look into his deep ocean blue kanji eyes before he closed them, stealing a kiss from your trembling lips. You whined as you rolled your hips, his dick hitting the soft spongy spot that made you see stars. Aizetsu pulled away from your kiss swollen lips to let you breath, whimpering once again, “Please…please? Should I stop since you won’t answer?” It was a genuine question. His brows knitted together with concern, face flushed as he held you in place. 

“D-don’t stop!! Love it s’much~!” You pleaded rocking your hips against his, “feels so fucking good, want you to cum inside, daddy.” You whispered into his shoulder forgetting how good the demon’s hearing was. His eyes widened, face flushing the deepest shade of red as his hand gently grabbed the back of your head guiding you into a needy kiss, his tongue sliding in for a taste of his sweet little human. 

Aizetsu laid you down, mouth still desperately pressing kisses into your bruised lips, his hands slipped under your knees to push your thighs to your chest, folding you into a mating press.“Can I really…?” 

“Yes , want you to cum inside Aizetsu.” You replied breathlessly. 

“Say it again. Call me daddy. I will cum inside as many times as you want plaything. Please say it again” he bashfully looked at you, his voice soft as he teased your folds by rubbing his hard cock through slick covered folds.

“Want you to fill me up Daddy…” you placed both hands on his strong forearms, squeezing the muscles, silently encouraging him to continue. He nodded rubbing his dick over your sensitive clit a few times before sheathing himself deep inside, setting a brutal pace.

“Daddy will breed you so good my little pet, don't worry. I won't make you regret this.” The large breeding knot near his thick swollen tip kissed your cervix begging for entrance as he pounded your body into the mattress, the bed creaking as he jackhammered his dick into your sopping wet pussy without abandon. Aizestu looked down at you with adoration swirling behind his kanji eyes watching your blissed out expression as you creamed around his cock. You would make such a pretty breeding slut for him, and only him.

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