You can call me Rose. My pronouns are she/her, and I am a 20 year old who writes fan fiction and post my ocs' sometimes. This is a side blog for my interests. Sometimes itās fanart sometimes fanfics. There is NSFW on this blog, whether I created it or reblogged it.
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I write NSFW. I try my best to tag it but if you press read more, that is on you.
Do not criticize my writing, I will block you.
I will keep SFWand spicy as gender neutral as possible, smut will be written as either as close to GN or specifically AFAB female.
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logically you know that aizawa is strong. logically you know he'd have to be in order to pull off half the stunts he commits to on a daily basis. but itās still impossible for your brain to process what it sees right now, aizawa doing a three-finger push-up with one arm behind his back, grunting and gasping as he lowers and raises himself from the floor. "one," he counts, voice rasping, curling up your spine until you feel it in your gut. "twooo." sweat falls, plap-plap on the ground beneath him. the sudden, insane desire to lay underneath him and collect his sweat with your tongue invades your mind. he could do fucking anything to you, you salivate, manipulate your body into all kinds of positions -- you shift in the doorway, trying to get a glimpse of his tummy, of his happy trail, see whether or not you can make out the heavy swing of his dick as he goes up and down - - "i'll develop a complex if you keep staring." his voice snaps your gaze up, body flushing hot. he slicks his hair back, wearing the closest thing to a smirk you've ever seen. "like what you see?"
logically you know that aizawa is strong. logically you know he'd have to be in order to pull off half the stunts he commits to on a daily basis. but itās still impossible for your brain to process what it sees right now, aizawa doing a three-finger push-up with one arm behind his back, grunting and gasping as he lowers and raises himself from the floor. "one," he counts, voice rasping, curling up your spine until you feel it in your gut. "twooo." sweat falls, plap-plap on the ground beneath him. the sudden, insane desire to lay underneath him and collect his sweat with your tongue invades your mind. he could do fucking anything to you, you salivate, manipulate your body into all kinds of positions -- you shift in the doorway, trying to get a glimpse of his tummy, of his happy trail, see whether or not you can make out the heavy swing of his dick as he goes up and down - - "i'll develop a complex if you keep staring." his voice snaps your gaze up, body flushing hot. he slicks his hair back, wearing the closest thing to a smirk you've ever seen. "like what you see?"
Aizawa Shouta is genuinely scared of his wife. He doesnāt know when it started, or why, but somehow you manage to get hot and bothered over the strangest things.
Mdni / suggestive!
1. Reading glasses ā Heāll never forget that evening. You had recently moved in, and he was slouched at the dining table, red pen in hand, correcting exams. His hair was loose, dark circles pronounced, patience already thin. When the numbers started blurring together, he reached into his pocket and slid on his reading glasses without thinking.
āSho, do you want some teaā?ā
Your voice cut off mid-sentence.
He looked up, confused at first. Then he saw you; completely frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, lips parted like youād just walked in on something forbidden.
That was when fear set in.
Slowly, your expression shifted. Your eyes darkened, and that devilish grin curled across your faceā¦ one that always meant trouble.
āI didnāt know you wore glasses,ā you said softly, your tone changing in a way that made his shoulders tense.
You crossed the room, each step measured, predatory. Aizawa swallowed.
āYeah,ā he replied, already nervous. āFor close stuff. Reading. Grading.ā
He gestured vaguely to the papers. He really needed to finish these by morning.
You leaned over him, close enough that he could feel your presence, warm and distracting. āThey suit you,ā you murmured.
Before he could respond, you bent closer, your breath hot against his neck.
āIām going to need you in the bedroom,ā you whispered. āRight now.ā
His hand tightened around the pen. āIāā
āKeep the glasses on,ā you added, fingers curling around his wrist as you pulled him up from the chair.
That was it. That sealed his fate.
The exams were abandoned on the table, red pen uncapped and forgotten.
No exam was corrected that night.
2. Morning voice ā Aizawa groaned softly as he felt you carefully remove his arm from around your waist, the sudden absence of your warmth making him grumble in protest. He cracked one eye open just long enough to see you slip out of bed, sunlight catching on your skin before you disappeared down the hall. Moments later, the bathroom door clicked shut, followed by the familiar sound of the shower turning on.
He loved sleeping in on the weekends; basking in the quiet, in the rare absence of responsibility.
But you always seemed to have other plans.
With a tired sigh, he rolled onto your side, burying his face in the pillow that still smelled like you. The steady rhythm of the water lulled him, and, he drifted back to sleep.
He wasnāt out for long.
The mattress dipped beneath your weight as you returned, and then your nails. Slow, delicate, patterns scratched along his bare back. He exhaled deeply, tension melting away almost instantly.
God, that feels good.
His eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and he tilted his head to look up at you. Your hair was still damp, clinging to your neck, your expression soft and fond.
āGood morning, sleepyhead,ā you whispered, brushing his messy hair out of his face, fingers lingering.
He hummed, voice rough and low as he tugged you closer with minimal effort. āCome back to bed.ā
You stilled, watching him closely. Something sparked in your eyes, bright and unmistakable.
āMm,ā you murmured, smile curling. āYou have such a sexy morning voice, Sho.ā
A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips. āYou think everything I do is sexy,ā he said, chuckling quietly, eyes already sliding shut again.
āBecause itās true,ā you replied easily.
You shifted from the edge of the bed, moving until you were straddling his hips. The weight of you pulled him fully awake. He opened his eyes again just in time to hear you add, āTalk to me some more, baby.ā
He looked up at you, taking you ināthe way the morning light traced your silhouette, the warmth of you settling against him. His hands gravitated instinctively to your hips, thumbs brushing slow, familiar circles.
āI like this view,ā he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.
That was all it took.
Your mood shifted instantly, undone by something so simple, so him. And Aizawa, for once, had no complaints. If anything, he tightened his hold on you, fully prepared to abandon any lingering plans of getting up.
After all, heād managed to get you back into bedā¦
For a few more hours, at least.
3. Happy trail ā Youād been gone for a week-long work trip. He hated it. You hated it. Being apart never got easier, no matter how busy life became. He still had school to manage, students to look after, and endless paperwork to drown inābut every night, without fail, he called you. Hearing your voice before bed was the only thing that made the distance bearable.
By the time he realized it, youād be home in an hour.
That was all the motivation he needed.
Aizawa jumped in and out of the shower, towel-dried his hair halfway, and pulled on a pair of sweats. He moved around the kitchen with quiet focus, cooking one of your favourite meals from scratch. He knew youād be exhausted, that travel-weariness clinging to you, and he wanted to give you something warm. Something familiar. Something that felt like home.
āāā
āAww, youāre so sweet,ā you said softly when you arrived, voice still tired but full of affection. āYou didnāt have to do all this.ā
But your smileāthat smile was the entire reason he had.
You disappeared to clean up, and when you returned to the kitchen, you stopped short.
There was your husband, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed loosely, shirtless. His sweats sat dangerously low on his hips, and to your surpriseā
A happy trail. It lead right to hisā
Something inside you stirred instantly.
He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow before opening his arms, wordlessly inviting you closer.
You stepped into his space, fingers brushing his lower stomach. āWhatās this?ā you teased, lightly tugging on the newly grown hair.
He let out a quiet laugh. āDidnāt have time to trim before you got home. Dinner felt more important.ā
āNever shave it again,ā you said, suddenly serious.
He chuckled, amused but pleased. āReally? You like it that much?ā
He already knew the answer. Your fingers had drifted to the hem of his sweats, toying with the fabric absentmindedly. The way you looked at him made him yearn for you even moreāmade him want you close.
You cleared your throat, suddenly very purposeful. āLetās put the food in the oven for a bit,ā you said quickly. āSo it doesnāt get cold.ā
And just like that, the exhaustion from travel faded, replaced by something eager and electric.
After a long week apart, you had every intention of making up for lost timeā¦starting in the bedroom.
shouta "fuck it, i'll wing fatherhood" aizawa is the type of man who will shamelessly tear off the condom mid fuck.
he's got you right where he wants you - helplessly pinned down in the meanest prone bone, his body an intimidating cage above and cock plowing into your cunt from behind. but that damn thing is in the way, the latex barrier that eliminates the most vulnerable level of intimacy. "alright," he withdraws momentarily. "this fucking thing has got to go."
it's admittedly hot - the frustration in his tone and lack of restraint when it comes to pounding your pussy spikes your arousal. he rips the condom off, tossing it aside and not caring where it lands. and once that thick cock sinks back into indescribable warmth, all is right in his universe. "that's, fuck. much better."
his hips falter on their own, struggling to find a rhythm that isn't outwardly rough and carnal. "feels so much better, yeah? fuck, can't slow down when your pussy feels this good." your raw pussy has him tumbling towards his orgasm, muscles contracting to prepare himself for the force of his release - a mind bending climax that could only be achieved inside his pretty girl's irresistible bare pussy.
shouta doesn't know why he bothers to purchase condoms anymore when they've put a damper on his sex life. "your pull out game isn't the greatest," you remind him. "yeah, you're right." he runs his hand through his hair, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment only for you to prove your point. "well, maybe if you actually tried to pull out on time."
Deflowering a fresh-faced, platinum-blonde buzzcut sporting recruitĀ Simon RileyĀ on your last day of bootcamp.
Remembering how he blushed and whimpered, his large hands shaking as he held your hair out of your face while you greedily inhaled his twitching manhood. He sat awkwardly on the bottom bunk in his barracks room, hunched over to allow his large frame to fit.
Rubbing his shoulders while he clumsily thrust into your throbbing core, going red from the neck down when his release came far too early in strong spurts into the condom wrapped around him.
The last thing you remember aboutĀ Simon RileyĀ is the look in his watery blue eyes as he lowered his mouth to your slick heat.
How they rolled back in his head as he tasted you, how he didnāt let up until the entire dorm heard you screaming his last name, how that wasĀ still the best orgasm youād ever had.
vs.
Crossing paths with the infamously fearedĀ GhostĀ nearly two decades later on a joint task force.
Being taken aback by his authoritative demeanor and downright scary new look. If it werenāt for the shine in his baby blues hidden under an ounce of eye black and a thick white skull mask, youād have hardly taken him for your bootcamp crush.
When you getĀ GhostĀ in your bed after the mission was a success and the liquor flowed freely, you notice every difference with sparkling clarity.
SimonĀ was trembling;Ā GhostĀ is steady.
SimonĀ was nervous;Ā GhostĀ is cocky.
SimonĀ barely lasted two minutes;Ā GhostĀ coaxes an orgasm out of you with his mouth before making you arch your back through another one on his thick cock.
He fucks like he walks now, his sexual prowess finally matching his impressive stature and deadly skillset.
But when you end the tryst back in missionary, he thrusts slow and shaky again just like he did at 18 years old.
You reach up nervously to pull his mask off his face. You donāt want to have a staring contest withĀ GhostĀ while he ravages you; you want to seeĀ Simon.
Simon RileyĀ isnāt there anymore, not the way you remember him at least. His cheeks, once smooth and pink, are now littered with puckered scars and grown-out stubble.
His hair has faded from platinum to dirty blonde, his eyes have an edge that wasnāt there two decades ago and heās grown into his features in a way that makes him look sharper. Meaner. Tougher.
When he tucks his head into your shoulder and fills the condom buried inside you, you breath a sigh of relief.
Because your name still sounds the same when he moans.
summary: simon takes some precautions when he learns mantises have cannibalistic tendencies
cw: mdni, smut, piv, many liberties taken and likely inaccuracies about the female praying mantis (1.7k)
Simon first saw you at a handover briefing, half the base packed into a room that smelled like instant coffee and damp boots, and you were three seats down with your chin propped on one hand, listening. That was all. But heās spent his entire adult life reading rooms for the thing that's wrong, and his eye snagged on you and would not come loose, and he couldn't for the life of him say why. Big eyes. Too big, maybe, though he didn't let himself ruminate on it. Arms a touch too long where they folded on the table, the line of them not adding up quite right against the rest of you.Ā
He did not look away like he shouldāve. A normal man sees a pretty stranger and has the decency to glance off; Simonās known for quite some time he was not a normal man ā and he fixed on you through the whole briefingā¦ and out into the corridorā¦ and across the next nine days, with the forbearing, unblinking attention of a lion in tall grass. He learned your shift pattern before he learned your name. He could have told you, by the end of that first week, the exact rhythm of your walk from sound alone. He knew which mug was yours, and what the base note of your perfume was: myrrh.
He didnāt find any of this strange ā Simon's baseline is strange. The wanting came in effortless and stupid, the way it does for everyone else in the world ā he simply routed it through the only instincts he's got, which are a predator's.
It was Soap who ruined him.
Soap caught him at it in the mess ā Simon parked against the far wall with a coffee going cold in his fist, focused on watching you eat. Soap followed the line of his stare, found you at the end of it, and grinned like the cheshire cat. "Oh, her," he said, delighted. "Aye, she's one of the hybrids. Mantis." He said it the way you'd mention someone supported the wrong football team. Then, because Soap cannot leave fuck-all alone, he leaned in and cheerfully added, "You'll want to be careful there, big man. Mantis females, ehhā they eat the fella after. During, sometimes. Bite the head clean off and finish the job. Read it somewhere once." He clapped Simon on the shoulder. "Best of luck."
And then he left. Wandered off to find some grub, whistling.
Simon stood very still against the wall, then. Felt the information go into him like a splinter you can't find to pull.
Bite the head clean off?
He looked back at you across the room ā you'd tilted your head to listen to the person beside you, smooth and too far round, big dark eyes catching the strip-lights ā and the want did not go anywhere, that was the horror of it, the want stayed exactly where it was and the new knowledge simply moved in alongside it and started rearranging some things.
He wanted you.
And being Simon, he did not do the sensible thing and walk away. He did the research.
The thing about dating Simon, you would learn, is that you have never in your life been so well fed.
You understood it maybe six weeks in, when you opened his fridge expecting the usual bachelor wasteland and found it stocked like he was provisioning for a siege. Yogurt. Three kinds of cheese. A bowl of cut fruit under cling film. A tin labeled āFROG LEGSā.
It was risk management dressed up as romance, which in fairness is mostly what romance isā¦ Isnāt it?
He'd taken Soap's splinter and built a guideline out of it. He knows ā he has read, in studies he will deny owning ā that the trouble starts when you're hungry. Or stressed. Or both, which is the cocktail that turns a nice evening into something a coroner writes up.
He has constructed an entire relationship on the single principle of never ever letting you get to that point.
You'll be reaching for him on the sofa, hand sliding up under his shirt, mouth at the hot pulse in his throat, and he'll go rigid and say, in that flatĀ rumble of his, "When dāyou last eat?"
"Simon," you sigh,
"Thaā sānot an answer, love."
"I'm not hungryā,"
"I saw you skipped lunch."
He watches a lot. He watches you eat with open, naked satisfaction, and the first time you caught him at it you'd put your fork down and said ādid you want some?ā and he'd said āno, you have it,ā and meant it with his whole strange heart.
The man can produce a plate of food out of thin air, and there's no point arguing, because he'll simply outlast you, planted there immovable as a boulder until you've eaten enough that his shoulders come down from around his ears.
He's never once said the word out loud. Cannibalism. He skirts it like a tripwire. Early on you'd tilted your head at him a degree too sharp while he was shaving ā honestly just affection ā and caught his eye in the mirror, and he'd nicked his own jaw and not flinched at the blood at all, only at you. Razor frozen halfway up his neck. The muscle in his cheek jumped and his pupils shrank to pinpricks and you'd thought: Oh. He's frightened. Big, terrible Ghost, who garrotes men in their sleep, scared witless by the tilt of your head.Ā
You felt bad for almost a full minute.
You have, in fairness, never confirmed or denied a thing. When he goes still and careful you let him. It's the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for you, this grim devout terror, and you're not about to spoil it with reassurance.
Soap, for the record, has really no idea what he started. He'll see the two of you in the canteen, Simon angling the better-fed plate toward you and think, good lad, taking my advice.
Simon had you down ā the eyes that hold on him no matter where he moves, that dark point in each one that stays, tracking, while the rest of your face goes soft and human; the too-far head-turn; the way your hands fold up against your chest when you go truly still, wrists tucked, prayer-shaped.
He did not account for the wings.
You hadn't told him because you genuinely forget they're there ā folded flat along your spine, a faint seam under the skin, a sheen across your shoulder blades he'd assumed was an old scar. You can't really fly. You never thought to mention them. Plus, it seemed like he knew plenty.
But now he's got you under him with your shirt long gone and his mouth working at the junction of your neck and collar, and there's none of the careful bracing tonight ā he fed you an hour ago, he made sure, he watched you finish ā and now there's just his weight and his hands and the husky sounds he makes against your skin. One big palm splays flat on your stomach and slides lower, fingers finding you already slick, stroking slow over your clit until your hips chase it on their own. "So soft, love," he murmurs, like he's not shaking. He gets two fingers inside you, curls them, and your whole spine bows off the mattress.
That's when they snap open.
In the dark it's monstrous; a sudden unfolding of something unknown and far too wide for the room, fanning from your back in a wash of color he can't quite name in the half-light. A deep iridescent purple shot through with flares of red, eyespots blooming towards the tips. One instant flat girl, the next a thing twice your size.
Simon goes to stone, shuts down, every system offline. This is it, he thinks ā this is the bit where she takes the head. His fingers still inside you. He holds his breath, bracing.
You make a small strangled noise and pull them back down.
They fold away almost as fast as they came, gone into brackets around your spine, and you throw an arm over your face and refuse to look at him. Your ears are hot. He can feel it where his jaw rests on your cheek.
"Sorry," you whisper. "That justā happens sometimes. Itā it doesn't mean anything bad, I swearā¦ justā¦ youā¦ just feels good, is all.ā
The single most dangerous woman he's ever shared a bed with has flashed her startle display because he got two fingers knuckle deep inside of her, and now she's mortified, hiding her face like a kid. Four months of Soap's splinter works its way loose, pushing out of his muscle, and falls out somewhere in the dark, and Simon ā who has never in his life felt safe and certainly never expected to find it here, of all the deranged places ā starts to come softly apart with relief. He pulls himself back to look at you.
"Leāme see you," he says, and peels your arm off your face, and when you do his eyes are doing something you've never seen on him: wet at the edges, wide open, not afraid of you at all.Ā
Worse than not afraid. Pleased with himself.
He leans back down and kisses you hard, pushing his fingers deeper and says it against your mouth because heās got nothing left to lose: "Do it again. Want to watch."
So you do.Ā
And Simon fucks you slow and then not slow at all, and every time he tips you over they snap wide behind you and fill the room with color, and by the third time he's stopped flinching and started hunting it, smug, learning the exact angle that does it. When he finally comes it's with his forehead pressed to yours and your wings open around the both of you like something out of a church window, and he's saying something into your jaw, rough and ruined, that takes you a second to parse as all mine, there she is, there's my good girl.
Afterward you bite him. Just a little on the shoulder, just to be a menace, licking the taste of iron from your canine.Ā
He doesn't even twitch. "Knew it," he says into your hair, wrecked and grinning where you can't see. "Tellinā Soap he was right."
helloooo!! this might be an odd ask but i remember at some point that you had either made or reposted a how-to/gathered references on how to write smut? pls could you share it again pls pls pls
hello lovely! <3
not an odd ask at all! here are a few of my favorite articles / posts that i read when i was getting started (in no particular order):
how to write a smut (probably my favorite on this list)
lewd vocabulary in erotic fiction (this was something i saw after i started writing smut but i found it an interesting read)
10 tips for writing (good) smut
a virgin's guide to writing smut
how to write smut (specifically for the word list)
how to write a smut scene (some more words / phrases)
overcoming smut shame
6 tips for writing better sex scenes
6 more tips for writing better sex scenes
a few other miscellaneous tips from me:
Re-read your favorite smutfics and specifically focus on the parts that worked for you. Try to figure out why and emulate that in your writing. (It can also be helpful to figure out what didn't work for you, or what you felt was lacking, either in your favorite smutfics or ones you didn't like.)
This one kind of echoes a tip in the first article, but: try to pay attention to what you focus on when you're fantasizing. What details draw the inner eye? What sensations do you find yourself dwelling on? And then add more as needed.
When researching how things feel, Reddit is your friend. While you'll get articles from sex positive/sex education websites---which can also be helpful, don't get me wrong, but I prefer them for more technical things---you can get a lot of good info by adding "reddit" or filtering by "site:reddit.com."
I keep a numbered list of my favorite smut dialogue prompts. When I first started writing---and even now when I feel like writing smut but none of my established ideas are calling to me---I would roll 2-3 numbers & then brainstorm how I would link them together. I found this helpful not just for generating ideas but also stringing together / picturing a scene. (a vision in black lace & drape me in your warmth both spawned from this exercise.)
As with most writing / creative endeavors, the best thing you can do is just start. You'll learn what the gaps in your knowledge are as you write (and thus can research more targeted questions), and you can always fix what you don't like on a second pass---but sometimes you won't know what's lacking (or what's too much!) until you've written more.
if you have any questions these articles / tips don't answer, feel free to ask and i'll do my best to help <3 i hope these are helpful, nonny!
Person A is not a kiss and tell kind of person, so their friends start to think that they have been alone for way too long now and set them up with Person B. What the friends donāt know is that they both already know each other ā intimately.
It was supposed to be a one night stand. Then it became a second night. A third - and suddenly they realized that they had never left.
Person A normally does not go out to clubs. They normally don't accept drinks from strangers or dance with them. And they normally do not go home with them.
Remembering every last inch on Person B's body is not a weird thing, just because they only hooked up that one time. They had just been very thorough. And now the memories are haunting them. In the best way.
Person A's last one night stand ended with a misunderstanding and a lot of awkwardness. To cheer them up again, their friends set them up with a blind date. They meant well, itās not their fault that itās the person they had previously slept with.
Person A's friends are obsessed with setting them up with blind dates, and A knows they mean well, but they are just not interested in dating, so they just ask their last blind date and one night stand, Person B, to fake date them, so A's friends stop setting them up.
Can you still call it a one night stand if they actually already had one years ago?
Person A had never had a one night stand before, so they don't know what the correct etiquette is. They are currently bringing breakfast to Person B, who is still in bed, because that's the polite thing to do, right?
What is the worst thing that can happen when you have someone in your bed that you just had an amazing night with? Your parents deciding to pay you a visit, who are just so excited to meet your new partner.
Person A and Person B are in a committed relationship and very happy. So happy that they decide adding a third person for just one night won't change anything.
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Leona Kingscholar
leona going down on you always goes one of two ways: slow and lazy, like heās savoring his meal, or heās gonna be doing everything he can to make your thighs clamp around his head
more often than not, heāll be laying in your lap or arms, and heāll suddenly decide that he wants to see you shaking in front of him
he can smell your slick, and the very thought of it makes his ears twitch and cock throb
sometimes, heāll just bury his head in the space between your plush thighs, pressing his nose to your damp panties
heāll kitten lick them if he wants more, or just push them aside
(as long as you say he can, leona is a consent KING)
bc heās a lion beastman, his tongue has this texture that feels so incredible against your tiny, puffy clit
itās hard not to cum right then and there
it feels even better inside you, when heās fucking his tongue into your sensitive pussy
heās feasting on you like youāre some kind of precious delicacy
at other times, though, heās desperate to satisfy you
more specificallyā¦ to make you squirt
itās usually when youāre mad at him, honestly
youāre his woman, and his mate, so itās his responsibility to bring you pleasure, especially when youāre mad at him
and heās damn good at it, too
itās hard to stay mad at him when heās doing everything in this power to make you cum >-<
Ruggie Bucchi
if thereās one thing ruggie knows how to do, itās EAT
he savors every last meal, you included
that sweet nectar between your thighs practically has him drooling
heās definitely asked to glaze donuts with itā WHO SAID THAT
so, once heāl down there, ruggie is taking everything you have to give
heāll lap at your slick for hours on end, watching tears well up in your eyes as he overstimulated you and your poor, puffy pussy
he canāt help it, his pretty girl just tastes so good!!
if heās feeling extra needy, heāll have two fingers stretching you open as he desperately tries to make you squirt again
his other hand is kneading your thighs and ass to stop you from even trying to squirm away from him
dont worry, heās always so sweet to your after he (admittedly sometimes accidentally) overstimulates you
heāll shower the skin all over your thighs with little kisses and hickies, pressing the occasional soft kisses to your twitching, leaky pussy
he canāt leave his sweet girl all messy and sensitive, can he? thatād be too cruel :(
Jack Howl
sit on his face and grab his ears
do it.
just do it.
jackās face is just so perfect to sit on
more specifically, to ride
heās got the beautiful, big nose that you can ride, bumping against your clit while you grind your hips onto his willing tongue
he loves when you grab his ear while you ride as well
he moans up into you, the vibrations stimulating you clit until youāre spilling into another orgasm
honestly, jack doesnāt even have to try
for him, our instincts take over once he can smell your pussy inches from his face
his tongue moves on his own as he groans into your wet cunt
heās trying to get you to smell as much like his as possible right now
he doesnāt care what he has to do
heāll just be satisfied once youāve painted his face in cum
and made your clit swell from grinding on his nose
heāll be so rough on your little clit, loving how just it can make you spasm so desperately
he drinks up your reactions and your cum
just let him work his magic as you just grind down onto him
heās a good boy, heāll make you feel good, promise!
like, reblogs, + comments are much appreciated <333
Hi, this is the first time I've asked anyone to write a smut fic or a smut headcanon with Keith and a very shy reader, I don't know if you do smut but if not you don't have to write. Or you can do about how Keith started the relationship with a very shy reader
Note: english is not my first language, so sorry if i wrote something wrong
i do write smut!! plus your english is very good dw about it!
i have two other fics on the way right now, but i'm gonna finish this one first because they're hcs and a lot more faster for me to write š this is kinda hard cause i'm personally not very shy but i'll try my best! (think this turned out to be JUST nsfw hcs i swear)
this is afab reader!
idc if minors interact - nsfw under the cut
not proofread
SUPER brief hcs of how you got together (I WANT SMUT RN!!)
keith has always loved how shy you were, although he never said it out loud
you were almost always silent, behind everyone twiddling your thumbs or always finding something else in the room other than the people interesting
he found it endearing, although sometimes he knows he has to hold back his anger from you
every time he talked to you before you got together, you would blush uncontrollably and hesitate responding to him
so that's why it surprised him when you cornered him in a hallway, looking especially nervous
he saw a crumpled up note in your hands, and for the first time, you were holding eye contact with him
"i-uh, i like you a lot," you blurted out. you might be shy, but you were brave
immediately after that you shut your eyes, believing that he would reject you, or even worse, simply walk away
. . . but the kiss he gave you after was unmistakable.
nsfw hcs
you would always cover your face whenever it got too good, and keith would always pull you hands away, sometimes even pinning you wrists above your head with one hand
"i want to see you."
GRRABABARBKARBARK
definitely has the strength to overpower you, and if you love that you know what i mean
an example is if he's eating you out and you try closing your thighs around his face
he'd quickly wrap his hands around you legs, and spread them back open, no matter how hard you try to close them
or using his strength from training constantly to fuck you against a wall, if he's feeling particularly rough that day
definitely fucks you if he's stressed about a day in the training room (or stressed in general)
i don't make the rules
has THE best ways to ask for consent
"you want this?/tell me how you want it."
"you want me to make you feel good?"
OR HE'D JUST DESCRIBE WHAT HE'D DO TO YOU
fave position is probably the mating press cause he loves being able to go down and kiss you and see your face
or you riding him because he loves the way you lean onto him and eventually tire out
and when you do, his grip on your waist is harsh enough to cause bruises as he harshly thrusts into you
probably has a thing for restraining you
loves how shy you are when you come to him asking for sex
he'd usually drag it out to tease you even more before finally giving you some relief
fingering god i love to say it
you see the way he works his hands!!!
definitely whimpers here and there, especially when you're giving him a blow job
if you have enough hair, he'll personally make a makeshift ponytail for you
if not, he'll simply run his hand through your hair
praisepraisepraise all day
probably goes feral once he's close to cumming
would start babbling literally any dirty talk that comes to his mind
"you're doing so good for me."
"gonna cum for me, yeah?"
extra: DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIM IN HEAT.
idc what anyone says he goes through it since he's half galra
the first time, he'd lock himself in his room and hope that it would eventually pass
but of course, as clueless as you were, you walked in and questionably gazed at all the stranded tissues on the floor
he'd try ushering you out, but after a moment to decide, you wanted to help him
definitely WAY more rough than usual
you'd come out with bruises everywhere and hickeys as far as the eye can see
a lot more vocal during this
he would love the way you would try to speak up but couldn't because it felt too good
you might be shy yourself, but whenever you got into the mood. . . you definitely weren't thinking straight
during heat he wouldn't even have the time to make you beg or tease you, he'd go all in immediately
definitely praises and degrades you a lot more
"being such a perfect little slut for me, hm?"
just know that after you guys finish, you're both too out of it to even speak or move, until eventually keith snaps out of it and helps you get cleaned up
sometimes you would get up first, wanting to return the favor
and he'd repay you with a lot of tired kisses until the two of you fall asleep
slightly hate this cause im so rusty at writing smut lol
So, for a few years, I have been asking people to send me question about their OTPs and OT3s with topics from an alphabeticalĀ list made by @fairy-tail-babes. However, after said years, some of the questions got a bit repetitive, so me and lovely @noblesnook sat one evening across the internets and came up with a new alphabet challenge, trying to, if possible, invent some new questions.Ā Ā
The rules are the same as before: send me a character or a couple (or more) and letters, and I will try to answer them!Ā
A - Acrobatics - How bendy can they get in bed? What is their favourite position?
B - Bliss -Ā How big is the ābig oā for them? How easy it is to bring them to it?Ā
C - Control -Ā How dominant they are? Who is more dominant?
D - Dedication - To what extent are they willing to go to make the night perfect?
E - Experiment - Are they eager to try new things in bed, or do they prefer more traditional love-making?
F - Film - Have they ever documented their bedroom activities?
G - Gooey - Anything related to messier aspect of sex, including cum
H - Horny - How easily aroused that person is, and what drives them crazy?
I - Innuendo - How good is their dirty talk game?
J - Jungle - How well groomed is their carpet, etc.?Ā
K - Kiss - How are they skilled with their mouths? Tongue, or not? And how often do they kiss anything but lips?
L - Libido - How long can they go?
M - Moan - How vocal are they in the bedroom (or elsewhere)? Do they turn to mush, or keep up the talk?
N - Nature - Have they ever thought about having sex outside, or doing other inappropriate things there?Ā
O - Oscar - Do they enjoy role-playing?Ā
P - Protection/Procreation - How careful are they? Have they had any accidents? How eager are they to start a family?
Q - Quirk - Does their love-making have any unique elements?
R - Random - Any random fact about them.Ā
S - Strip - What goes underneath their clothes?
T - Tempo - Whatās their pacing like? Are they casual or more intimate?
U - Urge - How often does the desire to have sex strike them? What happens then?
V - Virginity - How was that person/these peopleās first time?
W - Wish - Whatās one of their wildest fantasies?
X - eXtra - Are they willing to bring extra people into the bedroom? And who that would be?
Y - Yoyo - What does their toy collection look like?
Z - Zoinks - Have they ever been caught/compromised? How did they react?
Who would teach the freshies (virgins) how to please a (or their) woman? Almost anything goes with the young lady with her consent. Lol love these bunch of young fools. They're such fresh meat.... Oh.. um..... I mean fun freshmen to cook.... I mean Roast!...... TEASE!
I'm hungry, but what for? (Ā Ķ”Ā°ā Ā Ķā Źā Ā Ķ”ā Ā°ā )
ā WikiHow: How to Have Sex?ā
Synopsis: Freshies learn to fuck and please a woman.
Warning! Porn no plot, corruption, mentions of porn, cunnilingus, choking, mentions of knotting, facesitting, fingering, biting kink
A/N: ngl i had to think about this one! This was really interesting #gottalovecorruption
Ace Trappola
Let's be honest, he has SOME sort of experience. He had a girlfriend; of course, he knows the ways to please a woman's body
Not to mention all the porn he had consumedā¦
Unfortunately for our lovely ginger, you can't use the same technique for everyone
Ace would probably be confident in his skills; however, he can't help but notice you don't react the way some pornstars do
And this starts his journey to learning the ways of how to make you tick
He's a very fast learner and very willing! Tell him what you need, and he'll immediately do it for you<3
Though be prepared for some teasing just bc he's a piece of shit
āOkay! I think I got what you mean.ā Ace has been trying to figure out what you meant by stimulate the clit. He has been trying to find it for god knows how long, and finally, hearing that small gasp from you meant he had found it.
He was quick to spread your legs wider, lowering his head until he was face to face with your pussy. His tongue sliding over your wet folds as his thumb pressed down on that bundle of nerves. Seeing you writhe from such a small action had him grinning. Ace moved his tongue to brush over your clit before sucking on it, earning him a whimper of his name.
āThat's it, pretty girl. Teach me everything you know so I can have you screaming by the end of the night.ā
Deuce Spade
Oh, my darling Deuce, ever the sweet baby boy
Yeah, he has no experience
The thing is, with Deuce, the closest thing he can learn about sex is through porn, and it's not the most reliable
He tried to research with it, but he ended up even more confused as to how he would be able to pull that off
In the end, Deuce came crawling to you, sheepishly asking if you could guide him through it
Though he gets confused at times, he's very eager to learn, especially if you demonstrate it for him first!
Despite being two fingers deep into you, Deuce was still a bit hesitant as to how he should treat you. He had been receiving orders ever since you started, and now, you were barely coherent. The poor boy was at a loss as to whether or not he should stop or go faster!
You, on the other hand, were losing your mind. Deuce has been the sweetest during all of this, but he has failed to realize you had already come multiple times. Every time you tried telling him to give you a moment to breathe, his fingers would press on that sweet spot, effectively shutting you up as he wrung out another orgasm from you.
āA-am I doing good? Please, I want to make you feel goodā¦ā
Jack Howl
He's a virgin; we all knew that!
And as we know, wolves choose mates for life, so it's no wonder why he's inexperienced
Jack has an idea as to what happens during these intimate moments; he just doesn't know how to initiate them
Lmao ends up asking the worst person ever (Leona) because he did not get anything useful other than getting laughed at (although he did get some pretty neat advice behind all the teasing
Ultimately, he observes what turns you on the most and what makes you squirm
He won't outright ask for your help, but he will find ways to find out how he can bring you the most pleasure
You had always noticed how deep in thought Jack was whenever he initiated sex with you. Every time he ate you out, his eyes remained focused on your expressions. Even when he's drilling inside you, Jack is always taking note of how you would react.
Finally, you understood what he was trying to do. It took a while, but it finally dawned on you that he was mentally taking notes on what you liked. When he noticed you took a liking to being bitten, you would be covered in them the next time you had sex. While it was all so sweet of him, it was also funny to see him adjust to the things that arouse you just so he can please you.
āJackā¦ You probably won't ever know this because you won't ask me, but I want you to knot me~ā
Yeah, he probably should start asking you about things he can't observe.
Epel Felmier
A country boy isn't stupid; he's prideful
Knows everything that happens during sex, but he gets shy and backs out
No experience whatsoever; all those adult movies should suffice
Would also ask Leona and would also get the same response
You once noticed him hyperfocused on your pussy and asked what's wrong, only to get a frustrated sigh as he suddenly and very aggressively started eating you out
Has a principle to always make you come first before he can<3
Epel will try to observe you, but sometimes, he just can't understand! And because of it, you slowly learned to subtly tell him what you need
It took time to condition Epel to do the things you want. He's a prideful little thingānot one to outright ask you because he can "figure it out". Good thing you knew how to control such situations in your favor.
It started as an innocent fashion statement. A simple choker to elevate your everyday look. By bringing more attention to your neck, Epel started becoming curious. He started slowly experimenting, wrapping his fingers around your neck, nothing too suffocating, just there. And when he learned you reacted positively to it, Epel would press just a bit harder.
He looked so proud of himself for finding out more about your kinks. Little did he know, you have planned it all along.
Sebek Zigvolt
Lilia
Yeah, gramps wanted to make sure the young'uns knew how to please their woman
Sebek thought he wouldn't need it, so he didn't listen to it most of the time
Surprise, surprise, here he comes, apologising to Lilia for not listening and needing some advice
The most embarrassing moment in his life. He couldn't even look Lilia straight in the eyes while he asked how he can make love to you
Poor boy gets teased for months because of it
Though all of it paid off with how your legs quiver every time his tongue is on you<3
According to Lilia's guide to pleasing a woman, a man must make sure to pleasure her first before himself! It has become a ritual for the two of you to start with his head buried in between your thighs. And just because Lilia doesn't know when to shut up, Sebek has gained some rather interesting knowledge he wanted to try with you.
This is how you ended up holding onto the headboard for dear life as he kept you firmly seated on his face. You had thought it was just another day of your routine, but no, he just had to suddenly pull you to situate yourself on his face.
āSebā! Enough, fucāplease! So sensitiiiiive!ā
You didn't want him to stop, actually. He didn't either.
I have a question. What do you think each twst characters favorite way to shut us up when we fuck when were way too loud
Shut Up!
Keep quiet, please!
This is more what happens when you get too loud rather than their favorite thing to do, sorry! I canāt really imagine like some megadom kinky āš¼š²šµš®š·š¬š® š“š²š½š½š®š·ā with most of them anyways. Has most characters other than the event characters bc ngl?? Didn't feel like writing for them. GN reader.
Starring... 1,169 words! (All varied!)
Riddle! - Threatens his signature spell!
Itās already hard enough for him to keep quiet; having to bite his lip as he thrusts into you, but youāre just making it worse!
Youāre nearly lost in the pleasure, if not for hands slamming beside your head and caging you in. Riddle delivers a particularly hard thrust before pausing, panting out a warning:
āK-Keep quietā¦ or itāll be off with your head! Do you hear meā¦!?ā
Depending on what youāre into though, the collar might make it better.Ā
Trey! - Gets handsyā¦
As a Trey fan I gotta say he just restrains you. Slaps his hand against your mouth. Pushing you against the pillows. Wraps his arm around your mouth and pulls you close. Maybe he even slips his fingers in your mouth to press them against your tongue, choking is also a rare moment.
He laughs low, as if you arenāt choking. Your eyes focused on how heās got you wrapped around his finger, figuratively and literally.Ā
Cater! - Clones.
Yes, clones. Youāre snapped out of the whole experience when thereās suddenly a pair of hands against your mouth, before realizing heās got a few other clones eagerly watching the two of you get it on. Unfair, right? Cater doesnāt seem to think so as his clones get in there!
Ace! - Shushes you?? But like literally and like wtf??
Corny ass guy literally does the whole āshhhh!ā if he thinks you get too loud. To be fair, if youāre fucking on campus you donāt have much privacy, but still! Itās ridiculous, seeing Ace press a finger against his lips as he lightly glared at you, while heās balls deep in you.
Deuce! - Gets all worried!Ā
He attempts to shush you, but he isnāt nearly as ridiculous as Ace. Or maybe he is, considering how bad heās fumbling around as his hands awkwardly grope all across your body. Itās like heās trying to find an off switch with youā¦
Leona! - Tells you to shut up.
Exactly like that. No sugarcoating. Just āshut up.ā If heās feeling nice, heāll say ābe quiet.ā
Ruggie! - Tells you to shut up. (Nicely)
In contrast to his cruel housewarden, Ruggie will nicely tell you to stfu otherwise the two of you will get caught. Thatās not gonna be fun for the both of you, y'know? So just be good and keep quiet for him!
Jack! - Wraps an arm around you!
Mmmhp Jackās bicepsā¦ Heāll grunt, reaching an arm around you and letting you sink your teeth into his skin! Isnāt that so romantic?
Azul! - Frantically shushing you.
āShhhh, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shā¦!!ā
Thatās how itāll play out, Azul shaking his head like heās being held at gunpoint as he tries to silence your moans. Itās kind of pathetic, honestly.
Jade! - Asks you to quiet down. (Threat)
Heās so scary about itā¦ Maybe heās not bluntly stating it, but you can just tell when his sharp teeth are nearing your neck and his smile widensā¦ Eek!
Floyd! - Tells you to quiet down.
Something something, āNee~ Yaā better keep it downā¦ā or something. Either that or he just straight up covers your mouth any way he can.
Kalim! - He dgaf!!
BE LOUD! Kalim likes it! Kalimās already rather loud himself, so this was to be expected. Besides, he thinks it's nice knowing you like it so much!
If he has to quiet you down though, heāll try to hush you, even if his groans are louder than youā¦
Jamil! - SNAKE WHISPER!!!
Itāll be with consent idgaf Iām not about to have Jamil do that to you WITHOUT it.
Anyways!! He could easily place his hand on your mouth, gently shush you as he fucks you from behind, but why miss the chance to do something you seem to like so much?
A hypnotic flow makes you feel dizzy, yet the words āstay quietā make you weakly nod your head. Thatās what Jamil wants, making a small huff of approval as he allows those rare smirks to show.
Vil! - Spanks!
I won't lie, you yelped the first time Vil slapped your ass with a reprimanding tone. Like?? Heās telling you to fix up your act, his cock still deep in you as he goes on about how it's uncouth to be so shameless. LIKE???
Rook! - Handsy!
Hands on your neck, AND heās giving you a deep kiss. It's for himself too, as Rookās a rather loud lover. He can restrain himself, but yowling out like some feral beast as he takes you reminds him of his days as a first year! Still, heāll be quiet for your sake.
Epel! - Freaks out!! (Majorly)
Epel is most likely already sneaking around with you, so when you're getting loud? Freaks out! Heās all startled, his accent slipping out as he attempts to shush you, but his hands remain planted at your hips rather than do anything!
Idia! - Please try to keep quiet, for his sake.
Panics and shoves his fingers in your mouth, or shoves you against the surface to try and get you to quiet down. Eeugh.
Malleus! - Also dgaf.
Be loud, do you think he cares?
Lilia! - Hands covering up!
You're still not used to how soft Liliaās skin is, but youāre getting adjusted to it as he presses his delicately pale hands over your lips. He scolds you a bit too, calling you naughty for being so loud...
Silver! - Gentle shushes.
So soft and tender, how he kisses your cheek and shushes you. Heāll hold onto you tighter, not to restrain, but to reassure you. Eek. Romantic.
Sebek! - āSILENCE!ā
Heās louder than you when heās yelling that! It throws you off guard that you whip around to focus on his disgruntled expression like damn!! Calm down!!
Most likely, you two were fucking in his office. He canāt have anyone hear you! This fumbler is acting like a mother bird trying to calm its kids. Nearly hit you too.
Crewel! - āBad Dog!ā
Thatās your first warning, before thereās a collar around your neck. Be louder, and heāll have to hit you to be quiet! Loud mutts donāt give him rest, therefore you wonāt be getting any treatsā¦
Vargas! - MUSCLE POWER!
Big arms wrapped around you and promptly gagging youā¦ ehuehugheughesjdgā¦. Also remember that boob shot we got of Ashton?? Lowkey might suffocate you with those things
Sam! - Whatās the point?
Youāve already got something shoved in your mouth to shut you up. Maybe a gag, or his gloves.
Che'nya! - Scolds you!
He tuts at you, shouldnāt you know he likes to stay private? All the while, his ridges are scraping against your insides in a way that makes you go crazy! Of course, no ones gonna actually find you two getting it on, but he likes to tease you nonetheless.
Neige! - Kisses you quiet!
Heās so gentle about it too! His lips crash against yours, but they never hurt. He swallows up your moans, but it's not overwhelming! How cute!
