harry wouldn't stop the moment he found out about draco's sensitive zones...get ready to be hexed in 3, 2, 1...

Those cute little pictures or videos of couples sitting on their partners lap while they do their makeup but now im thinking about it with having your fave do your makeup for you while you cockwarm them…

Like, Katsuki is either mean and intentionally tries to make you squirm with the twitch of his cock or ‘adjusting’ and giving you some friction but if you move and react he jerks away or tries not to mess up your makeup while he’s doing it because he IS a perfectionist and he can’t have his pretty thing (gn) look disheveled by his hand when he’s supposed to be doing you up yeah?

But alternatively with someone like Tenko I just cant stop thinking about how precise Tenko is with it. He takes it so seriously, treats it like one of those accuracy or precision skills in a game. Absolutely has perfect reaction skills to stay still or move his hand away if you squirm on his lap. He knows you're doin it on purpose but you asked him so sweetly to do it for you before crawling into his lap, pullin his attention away from his game. But it steadily becomes a new game to him, one to see just how long it'll take you to break and near plead for him to "move. Just a little, please? Just a little bit."

Only to reward him with a cute whine and a trembling stillness when his thumb holds your chin and his breathes out a smooth, "not until I'm finished with this."

But then there’s a man like Touya that always fold when he's buried to the hilt in you but can you blame him? Just eating up your attention and your desire to be close to him. He acts like he's not good at the application, or like he really doesn't want to in his typical aloof façade. Ending up accidentally smearing your lipstick so they just make a bigger mess by pressing his fingers into your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. Tongue swiping along the seam of your lips, begging for entry before sighing with relief when you grant it. Letting the sound bleed into a soft groan as he envelops you in his arms and leans back in his seat or on the bed. Palming the curve of your skull while the other hand presses into the small of your back and forces a pretty little arch. Your chest near crushed against his before you pull back, parting for air but also not really wanting to get too far into whatever he wants to do because you really do have somewhere to be. But he's so insistent but so are you and he knows when to acquiesce. Falling back into a slump with a lopsided smirk and hooded gaze and a cool, "why would I wanna be anywhere else than right here?"

dating katsuki pt. 3 .ᐟ𐚁

Pansy: All you need is for a Gryffindor to like you, Draco. If they like you, the rest will trust you, and then you can date Potter!

Draco: Fine. How do I get these wankers to like me?

Pansy: …

Draco: Don’t call them wankers

Pansy: Good instinct!

tw ! dubcon + free use.

there is just something so crazy about kirishima and free use…

…him being able to lift you up and down on his cock whenever he wants because he’s impatient. going from coaxing you into riding him in the middle of his agency after a shift to grabbing your hips and controlling their pace cause he thinks you’re going too slow, you’re too shy, you’re not taking enough of him at once. he doesn’t take over because you’re tired.

its because eijirou kirishima is used to getting everything he wants with just a sweet smile or a lazy grin. he always, always has his wishes come true.

he doesn’t care that you’re fucked out and slumped, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders while he pumps you full of another load. the third load. you can take it. he’ll make you take it. the base of kirishima’s girthy, meaty cock is coated in a thick layer of cream — the result of your stringy release foaming around him with each thrust. it slings between your bodies, smears over your clit every time your bodies connect and you cry out because you’re so overstimulated and kirishima won’t stop using you.

his pretty baby, his perfect fuckdoll. if you needed him to stop, you’d tell him. but your brain fizzles with such an intense level of desire that all you can do is wail and whine as the man uses all of his strength to plunge deep into your pulsating walls — making sure whatever he has to give you, sticks.

kirishima wants you messy wherever possible, whenever possible. even if he has to do all of the hard work himself, even if it makes you cry from those angel eyes as they blink up at him weakly, even if he has to coo a little praise into your ear “that’s it sweet thing, just a little more f’me. let it all out, cover me in it. s’pretty,” just to get you to cum and clench around him, milk his heavy cock until there’s nothing left.

and you’ll let him do it all, because eijirou’s got you trained to adore being used by him — it’s written all over your dopey face and in the hearts that sparkle in your teary eyes <3

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I decided Steve's family has a big old leather couch that his dad loves to keep clean. Eddie has other ideas *cackles evilly*

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

Deadpool. Isn’t. A. Hetero.

Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.

"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request. 

"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.

"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion. 

"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page. 

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly. 

"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"

"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?" 

"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you. 

"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."

"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."

You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.

"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips. 

He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"

Good fight💥

dynamight is clearly trying to go unnoticed in the grocery store, but you recognize him, anyway, despite the mask and low-pulled hat. knowing makes you feel even worse about approaching him—because you'd be too afraid to, otherwise—but you're not sure what else to do at this point.

you lean in close to him as he's standing in front of the produce, poking through the same bin.

"ooh, we need to get an onion, too, remember?"

he startles enough away from you that you can feel the foundation of your last ditch efforts crumbling. even beneath his hat, his light eyebrows pull down hard, gaze narrowing, and on the other end of such a fiery glare, you're reminded exactly why you've never wanted to meet him before: he's terrifying, handsome as he is.

"hah—"

you smile at him and hope it looks real, squishing into the space he's created even though your hands are shaking. "the guy by the juice followed me all around the store from the parking lot and i don't know what else to do." you widen your eyes, and you want to look, you do, but your facade is hanging on by a thread. "please help me."

dynamight swallows, and you hope his expression only seems so guarded because you're so close; enough to smell his subtle yet sharp cologne, to see the dark blonde wisps of his eyelashes. when he blinks, they brush against his mask, feather-light.

"okay," he nods once, and the gravel of his voice makes your stomach turn in some teenage way, that has your cheeks flaring.

(this is really not the time to be getting shy.)

he doesn't look towards the juice either, thankfully, and instead adjusts his stance, leaning into you in return, large and wide and formidable enough to nearly shield you from view. "an onion, huh? think we got one at home."

you can feel the warm press of his body against your own and it has you releasing a breath that had been trapped deep in your chest, has tears stinging behind your eyes. the sharp pain in your sternum lessens, and when you feel his hand come up to sit, carefully, against your lower back, dynamight murmurs,

"y'r alright,"

and you are.

heres a bakugo playlist for my bakugo lovers 💥

drew this helpful diagram for mha fans who don't understand what a character arc is

Stepbrother Kirishima who is mentally in hell because you insisted he sit on the floor, head in between your tighs while you brush his hair.

He has a pillow over his lap and prays you don't figure out why and tries his hardest to ignore the mental image of how he wishes to be in between your thighs in a very different way

going out with your alpha boyfriend over the weekend to run errands. after a few hours, you stop by a local coffee shop to reward yourselves with a treat. when you walk inside, though, you’re oblivious to your partner’s fraying nerves. he’s keenly aware of how good you smell, how everyone’s gazes seem to follow you like you’re some piece of meat up for grabs; it disgusts him. he should feel guilty (horrible, even) for pulling you into the shitty public restroom, bending you over the sink and yanking your pants down to rest at your soft thighs. but he needs to shove his tongue into your cunt and get your cloying scent all over his face and hands right now. everyone needs to know that you’re loved and cared for—that you’re his and his alone.