Thinking Bout Casual Dominance W Teyam

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Bakugou was obsessed with you from the first time he saw you, how did he prove it? very simple, when you talked to Deku it made him furious, no one could calm him down, but only you, he wanted all your attention on him, and every time he succeeded he enjoyed it like crazy and he's still proud of it… that's it.

Bakugou when he had to confess his feelings for you, for him it was the most difficult battle of his life, more than anything he wanted to be virile in front of your eyes, so don't think that he was too verbal but quite direct, in the sense that he literally cupped your cheeks and kissed you and then came out with the sentence; “I love you idiot, tch” and then he walked away like nothing happened, he is just… like this… but don’t worry, the next day he asks you out!

sweetthing

you are so shy and awkward, sometimes you even stuttered! how adorable could you be? but this makes him even more in love with you but above all obsessed… 16+ spicy content

{ghost face} Ethan Landry

you smell so good, so delicious… like a biscuit! but also,

you were so pretty in that little skirt of yours… he could easily see your underwear, your ovely light pink lace panties, he could also smell your essence and this made him harder than usual…

“E-ethan…”

when he hears his name called, he wakes up from his trance and when he realizes that it was you calling him, he smiles and says sweetly and so happy to talk with you;

“yes? you need something?” I will gave you everything you need sweetheart, talk to me, with your pretty voice… and please, don’t stop look at me with your doe eyes… he said in his head…

“I'm having a bit of trouble with the economy, I wonder if you could give me a hand... if you want…”

Up until that moment, Ethan just couldn't stop smiling, he was happy, not only to be able to study with you because he was good at economics, but above all he wanted with all his heart to have an intimate moment with you, all alone, just you and him...

“Of course… I will love to help you” Ethan said smiling gently and try to hold back the smirk, biting his cheek to hold his excitement…

~so after that chat, you and Ethan had agreed on the time and especially the place, which would be at your apartment, you know how it is, he didn't want to have any trouble and especially he hated Chad, he wanted you alone without any idiots around, so everything was perfect… the plan would work.

“E-ethan… so this answer is right?” you say hesitantly looking at Ethan, to see if you had written it correctly, and he says in response;

“Oh my sweet thing, it’s wrong… don’t worry! I explain to you again!” actually you did well, but he did it on purpose just to spend more time with you, it didn't matter if he had to explain the same things again, he would have done it endlessly! just for you, for you this and more!

~after a while, you yawn and turn to look at the clock, and you realize that it was 8:45 pm! it was quite late and above all you were hungry… so you decide to invite Ethan to eat together, as if to repay him for helping you with your studies and he was even happier about this…

even if Ethan wanted something else…

together you decided to go out to eat something, so you could also take a walk enjoying the colored lights! a romantic moment… he was so close to kissing you that he receives a message on his phone…

📞 from Quinn; ethan, you son of a bitch, where the fuck are you? you little shit! I swear!

after seeing the message, he started to panic and you noticed, in fact you said worried;

“E-ethan? E-everything it’s fine?”

he seeing your concern, smiles sweetly at you and says, standing up and caressing your face;

“yes sweetheart, I'm fine, but I have to go, it's very late and I don't want to leave you alone, so I want to take you home!”

he was totally a gentleman to his princess! but at the same time a murderer if anyone would dare to touch her or take her away from him… because you know, you are his!

you belong to him…

Him fucking you on your period. Your blood webbing over his cock each time he pulled out. Mesmerized by your pretty blood coating his cock, abdomen, your ass and thighs. He can’t get enough…it may be your least favorite time of the month but it’s definitely his favorite. He’s a sick fuck, he can’t get over the smell and the feeling. Your pretty red blood turning him on so much he could cum almost insanity. He WILL eat you out on your period. You might ask him to stop but he NEEDS to taste you, he NEEDS it. He’ll literally beg for you to let him eat you out..but you can’t deny he looks hot with the lower half of his face covered in your blood and cum. And yes, he will swallow your cum and blood mixture, in fact craves it. He’s a sick fuck who loves being covered in your blood.

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Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Bloody Painter, any of your favs

exchanging forehead kisses w bakugou is literally all i can think about for the past forty days and forty nights . im so h*rny for that man AHHHHH!!!!

bakugou would kiss your forehead after cumming in your cunny and making you all sloppy inside 🥺

headcanons~

|| sorry for grammatical errors, but english it’s not my first language! ||

🥥 ~shadow the hedgehog;

• the first time he sees you, don't expect him to treat you delicately, on the contrary he will be quite crude exactly like the rest with the others he knows.

• maybe as time goes by, starting to get to know you, maybe he'll be a little nicer to you, but you still shouldn't expect anything, after all after all he's been through he has a lot of difficulty being close to someone.

• but as time goes by, his feelings get worse, becoming strong, passionate, to the point that sometimes he even had to avoid you for days and then talk to you as if nothing had happened.

• obviously when you noticed his behavior, you had to talk about it or at least understand what was wrong, it wasn't easy for him to talk about it especially with you, he was scared shitless of losing you even in a friendship sense, he didn't want to ruin everything for his shitty feelings.

• after a nice chat, he felt relieved, even more so when you felt the same things for him, what can I say, he was a very cheerful hedgehog, to the point of mocking Sonic who had found the girl first.

• Shadow as a boyfriend at that point, was simply the man you were looking for, attached to you like a bodyguard but sweet and understanding with you, in short, you couldn't ask for anything better!

|| do you want more? let me know my angels ||

dark!ethan taking his anger out on you after the apartment killings?

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content: dubcon/noncon, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader

¡ scream masterlist !

“they don’t trust me,” ethan says, jaw clenched and eyes closed. his hold on your wrist is painful, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillow beneath your head.

“e,” you whimper, tears skipping down your face, “slow down.”

his pace is brutal, fueled by the anger of being doubted. he was on edge, straight faced and tense as he pushed his way into your bedroom. you tried to be understanding, sliding into bed with him to calm and comfort him and yourself after such a traumatic night but he seemed to have other plans, none of which involved your comfort or pleasure.

he treated you like a doll, painfully shoving your thighs apart with his, pushing himself into you without the usual caring preparation. the first pumps were dry and agonizing, leaving you trembling as he persisted anyway, leaning up to dribble spit where your bodies met. you lifted your arms, trying to scoot upwards and create some sort of distance but he hadn’t let you, instead he wrapped his hands around your wrists and held them in the position they are in now.

“I’ve done nothing to deserve this,” he lightly shook his head, “nothing. fuck, you’re so tight.” he connected your lips, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, “you trust me, don’t you? you know I’d never hurt anyone, right baby?”

your glassy eyes stared up at him and you couldn’t bring yourself to agree. he pursed his lips, an extra harsh thrust taking the air from your lungs, “right?”

imagine that Bakugou Katsuki, the famous hero, had a motorbike, while he goes through the huge streets of his city, all the citizens scream and applaud in front of him, when at some point in the evening while driving at high speed, he couldn't help less than looking away, and finally he saw you, while you were standing waiting for the train, probably after a day of work... at a certain point he suddenly stops and looks at you, you rightly notice it… and he was literally obsessed for you… just for a damn look at your eyes.

you were the most beautiful woman that he ever saw…

OH MY GOD

ben drowned nsfw headcanons warnings : 18+ mdni, virgin!reader, smut, teasing, mean dom energy, manipulation via praise/taunting, overstimulation, slow build, possessive touches

You're a virgin, and he knows it. Not because you told him—please, you think Ben needs you to say it? He reads it on you. The way you squirm when he leans too close. The way you flinch when his hand brushes your thigh, like you’re short-circuiting from just that. The way your lips part, ready to sass him—then fall silent when he catches your gaze a second too long.

“Hah. You’ve never done this before, have you?” You freeze. “Thought so. You’re already falling apart and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

He grins, sharp and wicked. And he does not let up.

Ben is cruel about it—playful, smug, and so patient it’s maddening. He draws it out like it’s a game. Like the longer he can make you blush and stammer, the sweeter the win will be. He’ll ghost his fingers over your waistband, watching your whole body twitch. Press kisses to your throat without ever letting them drift lower.

“This is fun,” he murmurs against your neck. “Torture,” you breathe. “Aw. Don’t worry. You’ll beg for it soon.”

And you will. Because Ben doesn’t just tease—he studies. Watches every shift in your expression like he’s memorizing it. He learns exactly where to touch. When to pause. When to not give in.

“God, the way you look at me… I bet you’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” “N-no—” “Liar. You’re already soaked.”

He loves how shy you are. And he’s mean about it. The more flustered you get, the meaner he becomes. Not in a malicious way—but in that cocky more experienced guy who knows he’s got you way. He’ll say things that make your soul leave your body and act like it’s nothing.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice smug against your skin. “That scared… or just that desperate?” You suck in a shaky breath, too flustered to answer. He chuckles. Low. Close. Too close. “Yeah,” he hums, dragging his lips along your neck, “I thought so. You’re kind of adorable when you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

Smirks when you cover your face. Moves your hands away. Forces you to look at him.

“Nah. I wanna see you when I make you fall apart.”

He doesn’t rush. Not once. Ben takes his time. Every kiss is slow and purposeful. His fingers don’t explore—they map. And when he finally touches you—really touches you—it’s like he’s been waiting forever.

“Shit… you’re so wet. Just from a kiss?” “I—I can’t help it—” “Didn’t say stop. Just wanna hear you admit it.”

He makes you feel everything. Makes sure you notice his hands. His mouth. The way he grinds against you just right until your hips jerk like instinct.

And he laughs, low and breathless.

“You’re so sensitive. Can’t wait to see what you look like when I actually fuck you.”

The first time is intense—and all about you. As much as he teases, Ben doesn’t half-ass this. He wants you to remember it. Wants to absolutely ruin any expectations you’ve ever had.

He whispers in your ear the whole time. Groans when he pushes in slowly. Still teases, but there’s heat in it now—less mocking, more possessive.

“Tight as hell. No one’s touched you like this before, huh?” “Ben—” “Say it. I wanna hear it.”

He grips your waist. Pushes deeper. Watches your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure and smiles like he won.

“You're mine .”

And you wouldnt have it any other way.