Get Off The Floor Smh

I dare you to say anything about it too because if u even lightlyyy express that ur fed up he's gonna be like NOOOOO !!!!!!! NOOOOO 💔💔💔NO BABY PLEASE PLEASEUHHHH

clinging to ur legs with wet tears being like ok so ur manipulating me now !!! U KNOW WHAT U GOT INTO AND UR YELLING AT ME FOR IT!!!!!!! (ur not yelling)

Many many breaks ur almost fwb but heavy on the FRIENDS with benefits too cause he needs a cuddle buddy

Hawks is the biggest switch on earth but no one wants to hear it I swear.... JUST ACCEPT ITTTTUHHHH

Not to mention that that you can say the freakiest craziest thing ever to suggest to try and he'll respond with "okay baby !! Love you so much i'll call u in ten <3 !!!"

I thinkkk it may root from his stupid ass urge to please everyone and probably especially if he loves you sooo freaking much it makes his heart hurt ! Tbh I think he's the type to get pleasure cause ur getting pleasure because duhhh.

Also he has so much stamina + strength he can take whatever it is u dish out. Like perhaps we can be open to the idea that ur freaky ass has to keep up with HIM and not the other way around (not me tho, the rest of you stay veryyyy safe.)

He definitely overcompensates too cause he doesnt see u very much... He feels soooo bad about it too like actually biggg googly eyes up at you watching every shift in ur expression and twitch of your body so he can perform better. soooo maybe pat his head and say u love him when hes done eating you out so he doesnt become a super sad mush. Or dont and be mean so he becomes SADDER and UNHAPPIER. I dont really care.

Anyway, next point. I do think at a more psychological level (outside a dom and sub) Keigo is technically a 'sub' ? In a sense that even if he was railing the shit out of you and out of the blue you had something to say about his pacing, he'd fix it up sooo fast, lol. Like it really does not matter what role you guys are physically assuming, at the end of the day he's basically at the mercy of your whims.

That lowkey reminds me of the slave role in bdsm buuuut ok 🤔

Don't get too excited though because even though he's a sweetheart his work is veryyy annoying which in turn makes him veryyy annoying. He makes up for it by being overly honest though.

He doesn't beat around the bush with making plans that intervene with his work. If you wanna have a date this friday but there's a stakeout mission then? He'll say no immediately.

Might cancel Valentines, might reschedule your birthday, might not attend your cousin's baby shower. He's literally capitalism taking over your life final boss except its the hspc dragging him through the mud LMAOO. Poor him I guess?

If you've ever summoned demon!hawks by accident, I feel bad for you.

Maybe you were feeling a tiny bit vindictive and gladly gathered the offerings required to make a deal with a lower-level demon you were planning to summon. Just a small little homeless spell...and only for a certain amount of time! That's it, you swear.

Unfortunately, things went slightly awry when you decided to make a tiny error in your summoning spell. An action you quickly came to regret when an entirely different entity spawned in your summoning circle.

…

A small hiss of smoke emerges from the pentagram, till it erupts into a full blown cloud of smoke that makes you shut your eyes and cough. You wave your arms around aimlessly to help dispel it. You silently pray to God it doesn't trigger any smoke detectors.

You squint to look around at your home, but it's like it's been engulfed in a thick fog, and your eyes begin to water. Maybe this was a bad idea...

Suddenly, just as you were thinking to leave through a window, a powerful gust of wind sends the smoke flying away. You immediately hack a cough and take in a large inhale through your mouth at the bout of fresh air.

You blink your watery eyes at what the hell just happened, and you gasp.

A demon stands proud in the middle of the pentagram. Entirely bare, his body is painted with strange, intricate black markings, the most remarkable ones being on his eyes. Sharp, golden eyes.

He flaps his large, red wings lightly to clear the remaining smoke, looking rather disinterested. 

You pale.

Whatever this thing is, it is not what you intended to summon. Hell, you were half predicting nothing would show up at all. You blink and come to your senses; then, bambi-scramble towards the counter for your book.

"Hey, where are you going?" His voice sounds male. Humanly so, and you shiver.

"Shut up." You respond mindlessly as your shaky hands open the marked page on your book. After a few rather inexpert turns, you finally do, and your eyes zero in on the picture of the demon.

Fat, garish, stubby, and old looking. Truly, one of the ugliest pictures your eyes had the misfortune of gazing upon.

You look back at your demon. He's lean, tall, and perhaps... handsome. 

No, no. Anything is handsome when compared to the demon in your book, you reason.

You run your hands across your face and resist a groan. What the hell were you even thinking? You're gonna go to work tomorrow after this. It's already late, and you have the audacity to make a mess at this hour.

Perhaps you're dreaming. Oh, yes. That is the most plausible answer. What the hell is a demon anyway? A being made to scare children into believing the moral of the story. That's all. All you need to do is pinch yourself, and you'll be awake--

"Hellooo?" The demon calls out, quite poutily. "Big, scary demon in your house. Come and sell your soul to mee." He waves as if that'll catch your attention.

You ignore him, and look over the instructions that you followed to summon the entity.

You slip from behind the counter with the book to your nose to stand in front of the summoning circle. Your eyes flit from the book to the circle, appraising your work. You circle it, paying attention to every detail. You’ve followed every step correctly, so…what gives?

"Hey!"

You finally look up from your book to him. He doesn't look amused.

He huffs, "I don't appreciate how rude you're being. I'm a high-class demon, and I’m being treated like this?"

"Are you?" You pipe up, surprised, "No, no, that can't be right..." You look back to your book. You specifically intended to summon a lower-class demon.

He guffaws, "Am I?"

Your eyes finally land on the ingredient list, orange-red salt.

You look at the summoning circle. Blood-red salt.

You facepalm. God, how could you be so stupid? You messed everything up over such a tiny mistake. Just great. Whole night ruined over what? Just because you were a vindictive little thing that wanted to get back at your trash bag ex, and it totally came and bit you in the ass. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

A loud creak is heard and your train of thought is cut off. You look up and pale at the sight of one of the wooden boards holding your house up having been snapped almost halfway. What on Earth…?

"Tick-tock." Your eyes look to his own, and there’s no hint of joking to them. They’re only sharp and intimidating. "You're on borrowed time, human. Better make a deal fast before this whole house comes crashing down on us." He doesn't look relaxed anymore, tone and demeanour rather serious.

You inhale through your nose, looking at him with wary curiosity, "What...does that mean?"

He laughs, "Don’t got a clue in the world, do ya?" He crosses his arms over his chest, "Well, I'll tell you. Since I'm so nice."

You tilt your head to the side, suddenly feeling anxious. The ceiling creaks again. "Tell me what?"

"Well, well, well, let's see here..." He puts his hand on his hip, drawing your eyes to a rather unsavory part of his body, you quickly look back at his eyes, "You opened a gateway from Hell to Earth inside your cute little house here, and it's putting quite the strain on it." You hear small splinters give way from above you, "Keep it open long enough, and well..." He looks unbothered, like it’s not his problem, "It'll all come crashing down on us."

You blink slowly, jaw slightly ajar. You swallow, and muster the words, "We're gonna die?"

"You're gonna die."

"I'm gonna die?"

"Unless you make a deal with me." He says nonchalantly.

There's a lag in your brain before the complete snap of one of your overhead beams draws your attention back to reality, "Okay, um, well...what kind of deal?"

He doesn't look impressed, "What kind of deal?"

"Well– Look, I summoned you on accident–" His eyebrows shoot up, "No, like, I meant to summon a different demon. And I think what I was going to ask fit his line of expertise more..."

He grins, "Try me."

You bring your hand up to explain, averting your eyes, "Well..." Then, you realize how ridiculous you'll sound. You click your tongue as you look into nowhere in particular, a lie not coming to you fast enough.

He yawns, "Come on, do you want to be homeless?"

Your face flushes in embarrassment at the irony of it all, "I actually..." You swallow, "I wanted to do that to someone else."

He snorts. A snort that erupts into a laugh. Right in your face. Talk about rudeness.

You cross your arms and look away, "Yes, yes. How hilarious. The irony is not lost on me."

He flicks a tear from his face as he comes down from his laughter, a small giggle coming out, "Oh...Oh Lucifer. Okay, I actually can't do that. But that's, so fucking funny."

You pinch your nose bridge, less mad at him and more so yourself. "Well, what can you do?" You say as evenly as you possibly can, which is not much.

He hums, "Affecting other humans directly is not exactly my forte."

You have a hand under your chin as you think, "Then, can you make me...super rich or something?"

"Well, ah...not quite."

"Then…” you try to think, “Can you make me crazy hot?" Perhaps a revenge look is what you should be going for, make your ex miss what they lost...

He grins slyly, "Don't worry, you don't need me in that department."

You try to ignore the flush that creeps down all the way to your neck. Rather annoyed, you burst out, "Well, tell me, then. What can you do?"

He inhales through his nose, "Hmm, I have to say, not much."

You grit your teeth at his annoyingly casual response. Instinctively, you look up. Unsurprisingly, even more of the beams have splinters and...holes in them. As if a mold has eaten its way through them.

Now, you're very, very worried.

"Please, just..." You swallow, trying your best to gather your scattered thoughts, "Anything, any deal you want, i'll do it. Just make it stop."

He smirks, like he’s won a big prize at a casino, "Anything?"

You're suddenly less sure, "Yes."

"Fine." A loud creak, "You can close the border by keeping me on Earth instead of the other way around. The deal can be making me your demon companion...in exchange for your soul."

You choke, and your head grows foggy, "What?"

"It's hard in Hell for a new guy like me." He laments, though a bit fakely... "No souls to keep me warm, and more importantly, powerful." He sighs, "I get picked on."

You look at him in horror, "And you're sure...you're sure there's nothing else I can give you?"

Another beam snaps, "Oh, absolutely. Though if it doesn't float your boat you can just wait it out till you die." He sighs sadly, "Then, you'll go to Hell anyway for summoning me and land in the hands of..." He grimaces, as if it disgusts him to even be looking at the page in your book, "That guy."

At your hesitance, he rolls his eyes, "Listen, you're going to Hell no matter what you choose. So, you might as well choose to stay on Earth longer." He smiles, "I promise I'm not so bad."

You don’t have much of a choice. With an inhale, you make your decision. 

“Fine. Deal.”

Touya is about to propose you just give him a plain old handjob when you say, “I guess you could fuck me.”

He closes his eyes and inhales sharply through his nose, with your legs wrapped around him, you felt the deep shudder that passes through him, making you bite your lip, “Do you have nothing except bad ideas, woman?” He scowls.

You attempt to rock into him, but frankly speaking, he was very strong, and very stubborn as well. “Does your body think its a bad idea, too?” You get on your elbows to kiss him. He may be as headstrong as a bull, but there were cracks in the facade. He kisses you back in earnest.

You let go and lean back on your elbows, giving him your best bedroom eyes, “Fuck me, Touya.” You bat your lashes.

He looks at you hotly, his face flushing, and brushes his confined dick to your thigh, making him moan. The cogs seem to turn in his head, albeit not many. “…okay.” He breathes.

Hawks is the biggest switch on earth but no one wants to hear it I swear.... JUST ACCEPT ITTTTUHHHH

Not to mention that that you can say the freakiest craziest thing ever to suggest to try and he'll respond with "okay baby !! Love you so much i'll call u in ten <3 !!!"

I thinkkk it may root from his stupid ass urge to please everyone and probably especially if he loves you sooo freaking much it makes his heart hurt ! Tbh I think he's the type to get pleasure cause ur getting pleasure because duhhh.

Also he has so much stamina + strength he can take whatever it is u dish out. Like perhaps we can be open to the idea that ur freaky ass has to keep up with HIM and not the other way around (not me tho, the rest of you stay veryyyy safe.)

He definitely overcompensates too cause he doesnt see u very much... He feels soooo bad about it too like actually biggg googly eyes up at you watching every shift in ur expression and twitch of your body so he can perform better. soooo maybe pat his head and say u love him when hes done eating you out so he doesnt become a super sad mush. Or dont and be mean so he becomes SADDER and UNHAPPIER. I dont really care.

Anyway, next point. I do think at a more psychological level (outside a dom and sub) Keigo is technically a 'sub' ? In a sense that even if he was railing the shit out of you and out of the blue you had something to say about his pacing, he'd fix it up sooo fast, lol. Like it really does not matter what role you guys are physically assuming, at the end of the day he's basically at the mercy of your whims.

That lowkey reminds me of the slave role in bdsm buuuut ok 🤔

Don't get too excited though because even though he's a sweetheart his work is veryyy annoying which in turn makes him veryyy annoying. He makes up for it by being overly honest though.

He doesn't beat around the bush with making plans that intervene with his work. If you wanna have a date this friday but there's a stakeout mission then? He'll say no immediately.

Might cancel Valentines, might reschedule your birthday, might not attend your cousin's baby shower. He's literally capitalism taking over your life final boss except its the hspc dragging him through the mud LMAOO. Poor him I guess?

Nothing interesting to say except that I will throw Onmi-Mark's legs over my shoulder to fuck him deeper and we can have all the little viltrumite babies he wants <3 !!!

Markus Sebastian Grayson

ִֶָ࣪☾. | Sinister.

ᥫ᭡. Part 1! (Part 2 is up)

Tags (pls read): Domestic violence, themes of abuse, choking (not as a kink), almost fainting, sinister mark is his own warning. Notes: I tried to make the reader seem bad but you know, anyone can look good next to fucking lucifer over here.

There’s a crash, and your bookcase breaks into many halves when Mark throws a lamp at it. The glass shatters, sending the wood splintering across the room. You cover your face with your forearms.

“You always do this. You always fucking do this!” He huffs like an aggravated bull. The sound of his voice just makes you sigh in annoyance, your eyebrow twitching at the mess. Which apparently, is enough to set him off. 

Enough to scream so loud the walls shake slightly. “What? WHAT?” With the speed of a viltrumite, Mark slams you into the wall of the living room, his forearm against your neck, holding you high, “Got something to fucking say?” 

You feel your face instantly flush and you kick his chest and scream, clawing at his arms, he barely deters. “Mark-" You sputter, "Put me down!” 

He puts you down. Or rather, drops you so you fall on the wooden floorboards. You wheeze in a breath and cough painfully, trying your best to fill your lungs with oxygen with a sharp intake of air. You bring your hand to your neck, trying to feel at it as you cough. Your eyes are familiar with the sight of wooden floorboards, even with your vision unfocused. 

“That’s what you get… for being smart with me.” 

His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him, you instinctively hold his wrist. When you glare, he grips you with such vigor that you’re afraid your jawbone might shatter under his hold. You breathe madly, still not recovering from the choking he had decided to give you.  

He leans in closer, “Are you done?” His voice sounds like he’s speaking through a broken megaphone, and you’re starting to see double of the bastard. 

You feel your eyes droop and your head spin. Nonetheless, you spit blood on his face, “Go to hell.” 

His hold on your jaw turns crushing, but even with all the pain in the world, it won’t stop you from acting in spite of Mark. Never will. And when he sees the unadulterated hatred in your eyes, he yells, but lets go of your face harshly, your hand immediately going to your jaw. You hiss, finally feeling the burn.

He paces around the room with shaky fists. He never really could accept that you didn’t love him. Though technically, you wouldn't call whatever twisted form of affection he has for you 'love'.

He's hyper aware that with one more wrong move, you’ll die. So, he directs his punch to the wall instead. 

“Why?” He says shakily, with his fist still connected to the wall. “Why, why, why, why?” He punctuates each word with a punch, the last one breaking a hole in the wall. 

Still unsatisfied, and still brimming with anger, he turns his line of view to you. You're completely still on the floor with your forehead to your knee, panting. 

He clenches his fists, they continue to shake. “I do everything for you. I make sure you’re fucking spared, you even have a goddamn house.” He gestures to the place, the one that is now in complete ruins, “And you’re still. So. Ungrateful.” He laments. You don’t hear him.

He continues to bitch (all he’s good for, anyway). You’re starting to come down from the dizziness, feeling the bruising on your neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something painfully bright green in your monotone living room. 

You mistake it for a trick of the eye, your dizziness playing with your perception. But you see it, just out of the corner of your vision...

You double take, and it’s real. You tense. Some kind of wormhole that whirls in on itself. A portal that’s ripped the fabric of reality momentarily. Even Mark's shut up. 

It’s presence darkens the room, but it’s green makes up for it by illuminating, casting you in it’s bright glow.

You squint your eyes, leaning forward on your arms, “What the–” 

You see something, like a mini movie, but it’s blurry, and you can barely catch a sliver of it. However, you can hear it. 

It’s… Mark’s voice. If you had the strength, you’d turn to him, because it somehow sounded less irritating than it always does. 

Before you could question who was talking (because that soft voice couldn’t be Mark’s.), you see yourself walk into frame, talking to someone chirpily. You look healthier, stronger, your expression relaxed. 

“The fuck is this?” Mindlessly, you lift a hand to silence Mark as you try and pay attention. Somehow, he doesn’t comment on your ‘rudeness’, letting it slide. Or perhaps just as taken aback by the portal’s abrupt presence.

Then, there’s Mark…you’re talking…laughing with Mark. He looks so…different. Much younger, much cuter, much softer. 

You don’t know how long you’re staring for, completely astonished at what it is that you’re seeing— But without your permission, it leaves just as suddenly as it came, swirling in on itself, disappearing into a wisp. It dissolves into the tiniest of sparks, leaving you with the deafening silence of the room. You blink, sitting back down on the floor. 

You hate Mark, you really do, and you would never speak up to him first unless he had threatened to saw you in half or something. But this time, you couldn't help yourself, “You just saw what I saw, right?” 

“Of course I did, I have eyes.” He says far too quickly, you’re too tired to roll your eyes. 

Without even thinking about it, you lift your arm up. Mark takes it, lifting you up, “Was it an illusion?” 

“Because it's so hard to believe I'm actually nice somewhere.” 

You ignore his insistent grumbling. “So, it’s a different reality.” 

You shrug off him rather forcefully and walk to the bookcase, the one that now looked more like a crime scene than anything peaceful. You crouch down and filter through the fallen books. 

Mark crosses his arms, “What are you doing?” 

You move a piece of wood weakly and look under it, “You could have ruined any piece of the house, by the way.” You chastise.

“Well, I specifically wanted to upset you. So that’s that.” He says matter-of-factly. He walks over and lifts the wood piece without effort. You crawl under it to try to find what you’re looking for. 

“Not even a thank you?” He says when you ignore him. You crawl out and sit on the floor with your legs crossed, a book in your hands. He lets go of the broken wood and it snaps under its own weight. He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at you as you flip through the pages. 

“I’ll ask again, and I want an answer this time. What are you doing?” 

You land on the chapter you were looking for, splaying your hand on the page. You blink at it, and a soft smile spreads across your face, “Mark," You begin, "Do you want to expand your damned viltrumite empire, or not?” You say calmly. 

He bites his lip when you say his name like that, but a sadistic smile makes its home on his face. “Well, don’t fuckin’ keep me waiting then.” 

You feel a sense of peace amidst your headache, like the clarity after a cry, because you had just hatched an idea, a brilliant idea, to get rid of Mark, forever. Where he’ll be gone some place far, far away. And you doubt he’s bright enough to come back all on his own. Ridiculous in his perseverance at times, but not at all brilliant. 

The book in your hand shakes, you’re convinced he’ll think it’s just because you’re still in pain. 

“There is this man, his name is Angstrom Levy.” 

He laughs, “What a terrible name to have.” 

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a/n: I think this is weird on top of being non-canon compliant? But im gonna expand on it nonetheless because i have some ideas

Of course...fuck. its genius. Why didnt I think of that...

t. todoroki nsfw alphabet

💄A/n: gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.... happy bday baby <3

💄Cw: smut, dirty talk, hand kink, breeding kink, praise kink, intox kink, switch!touya

💄top dividers/lower dividers

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

kinda lazy, but not in a rude way? moreso he just wants to cuddle and be close to you and maybe smoke a cigarette. he has no interest in cleaning up immediately and often procrastinates such things until much later. doesn't mean he's strictly against aftercare, after a rough or tiring session he'll wipe you down and be sweet, but he would very much prefer to just relax. Touya's also a lot clingier and more open after sex i think, so he's definitely looking for reassurance

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

on himself, i think he'd say his hands or his hair. he likes his hands because he really enjoys how much you like them, they're larger than most peoples and very precise. i also think he has a lot of stims and fidgets that involve his hands, and he flaps them a lot when he's excited or energized. Touya also thinks his hands look very pretty in comparison to yours, especially in size, and likes seeing them splayed over your chest or throat. he likes his hair because its a very prominent tie to his mother, (and the light color gives him lots of freedom to dye it.) when it comes to you, it takes him a while to decide, but i think he's an ass guy. he likes sleeping on it, likes slapping it, loves how it jiggles when you guys have sex

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

if you can cum in him, surprise !! he's now volunteering to be your personal cum dump. likes it in his ass or in his mouth, doesn't matter where, he gets really turned on by the thought of you claiming him. in all honesty its a bit of a breeding kink, but he's the one being bred. also enjoys when you swallow his cum, whether that be through you sucking him off or you licking it off his fingers. the only thing that bothers him a bit though is when it gets in his staples or scars, because it can cause infection and he does not want that.

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

wants you to choke him. probably won't mention it until you're pretty far into the relationship, but he's a bit of a masochist and the thought of your pretty little hands around his neck makes him so horny. probably also has some sort of age gap kink (where he's the younger person) and maybe a mommy/daddy one too. overall he just wants to be pampered when he's subbing. his most sercret-y secret is that he hes a big fat intox kink and absolutely wants to fuck while you're high or under the influence. probably also has some sort of aphrodisiac kink too, and if you ever get your hands on some he's practically begging for some consensual dubcon aphrodisiac use or roleplay. idk i just think he'd be super into how mindless and horny it makes you both

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

has had 1-3 sexual partners since his time on the streets and throughout his early twenties, but he's not very experienced. incredibly inexperienced in the relationship aspect of things, so he's a little closed off during sex at first. he won't show much emotion, doesn't really know what he's into in terms of specific kinks, etc. it takes a while to bridge that gap with him, but once you do, the sex is a lot better. he is observant though, and a fast learner, so he picks up on your tells and what you like very quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i think his stamina is kind of low because of both his body strength and all the stress to his skin, so he prefers positions where he doesn't have to do much, such as when you ride him. in a longterm relationship, he really likes close positions for the intimacy, so he's a big fan of lotus and spooning as well. when he's up for it, he also likes doggy style, but always does it in front of a mirror so he can see your face.

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

very serious in the moment. i think he'd be a little bit irritated if someone was trying to make light of the moment too much, especially if it's not a long term relationship and just a hookup. however, with a partner he really trusts, i can see him being much more relaxed and scoffing a bit when you tease him or joke around. it takes him a while to get comfortable though

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

even during his dabi era, his pubes are stark white and its incredibly attractive. he has a bit of a happy trail on his lower stomach and abs, but it's only prominent on his unscarred skin. the hair itself is relatively thick and a bit curly, and he keeps it trimmed but not shaved off entirely. its the perfect friction against your clit or cock when you ride him and nghhh im moaning. also think he'd prefer to have a partner with a bit of body hair, and he'll unironically ask to trim your pubes for you when you're in a relationship. he's a bit freaky about it tbh

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

takes him a while to become comfortable enough to be intimate during sex, he'd have to really like you and trust you (which he probably already does if he's in a relationship with you,) but even then it still takes time. however, once you're in a longterm relationship, he can be very intense and intimate. your so important to him, he thinks you deserve nothing less than perfection during sex and is very ,,, worshipful to you if that makes sense? whether he's domming or subbing he just. cares a lot. ALSO talks a lot during sex so he can be very intimate in speech and babbles a lot about how much he loves you and needs you when he's close to cumming

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

does it sparingly, especially in a relationship. why would he need to masturbate when you're around? when he does jack off though, he usually watches some sort of porn or looks at photos of you. sometimes he'll masturbate where he knows you'll catch him, just for the embarrassment (and either punishment or pampering) that will follow

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oo theres a lot. hand kink, praise kink, age gap, aphrodisiac/intox, roleplay, pain/masochism, hair pulling, marking, minor mommy/daddy kink (he says it to u), choking, cum/being bred, minor voyeurism, ORAL FIXATION, WAX PLAY !!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

enjoys the bed or couch because its most comfortable for his body, but also likes having sex in medium-ish risky places such as alleyways or storage closets and even a public restroom. it honestly depends a lot on what you like as well, and if you have a big preference for a certain location than he's certainly down to try. random but i also think he'd enjoy a hot tub too

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

everything about you. hands, body hair, your ass, the smell of your perfume/cologne... anything. also big on praise, i think that's a quick and easy way to get him flustered. being manhandled as well, i think he'd find it hot if you could just. move him. whether you're physically bigger than him or not, even something as simple as play fighting gets him going. i also think that he's really into sucking your fingers or giving you hickeys, it plays into his oral fixation

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

wouldn't want to engage in anything that could seriously hurt you, especially if you're not into it. while he's a masochist at heart, he's not really sadistic (when it comes to you) and would rather overstimulate you and have you crying from pleasure than pain. this isn't to say he isn't down for bdsm or anything you'd be into, but he would never want to accidentally hurt you. also NOT a fan of noncon, especially considering how his father treated his mother. it just disgusts him. for similar reasons, he's not big on breeding you/cumming inside if you can get pregnant without protection or birth control because he doesn't want any accidental pregnancies or something of the like, and only does so after many, many lengthy conversations about kids and clear consent on your end

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

its incredibly difficult to choose, because as much as he has an oral fixation and LOVES giving, for Touya nothing beats the sight of you on your knees looking up at him through your lashes with your pretty plush lips wrapped around his cock. its sooooooo hot to him. however, he does truly enjoy giving head, and what he lacks in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm. truly depends on which you prefer honestly

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

depends heavily on the mood. while i do think he has a penchant for going slow, both due to his body and wanting to take his time with you, i also i think that he can get very worked up and want nothing more than to just fuck you senseless. overall, i think he prefers slow and sensual (but still kinky) sex, as it allows him to prolongue his stamina, but he can go fast and rough (though he won't last as long.)

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

they're okay, but quickies aren't enough to satiate him. pulling him aside and giving him head before returning to the public is sexy, sure, but now he's all hot n bothered thinking about the inevitable longer session that will occur later. all this to say, he likes quickies, but prefers longer sessions

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

absolutely. loves risks, loves receiving pain, loves trying out any twisted or perverse kink you have on your mind. there are very few things he'll say no to, especially in terms of pleasing you

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

Touya doesn't have great stamina, due to both his body/scars and past injuries, but he makes up for it by eating you out/giving you head or making you cum multiple times before he does. he often feels a bit bad about not having great stamina so please reassure him you don't mind :( the best you'll get is three rounds before he straight up collapses, but that's genuinely pushing his limits and usually results in a few busted staples and bleeding. just one round is the only way to guarantee not hurting him, but he always offers oral or fingering you or whatever else you're into if he doesn't think you're satisfied.

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

i'd say he's 50/50 on them. Touya didn't really know much about toys in the beginning outside of just a vibrator or dildo, and never used them. he likes them on occasion, and enjoys using them on you, but is a bit more hesitant about using them on himself. this changes after the first time you peg him though, and after that he's more open to exploration

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

looovessss teasing. you can't tell me he doesn't, he just adores seeing you squirm. also loves when you match his energy and fluster him in turn, it's just incredibly attractive to him. during sex itself, he tries his best to tease, but he's too impatient and down bad for you to last long

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

Touya is not vocal in the beginning of a relationship but progressively gets more and more comfortable as time progresses. it starts off with just a few grunts and low whines, but over time he's whimpering and moaning unabashedly. he also babbles and talks a lot during sex, especially when he's close to cumming, so you'll hear a lot of pleadjng and rambling when his mind goes all fuzzy with pleasure...

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

cries when he cums, and the first time he does it freaks you out- but soon you get used to it. he WILL whimper and probably lose his mind if you lick up his bloody tears, i think he'd be super into that like the freak he is. he also has a huge oral fixation and loves sucking you off/eating you out, but on the wilder side he really likes sucking on your fingers and giving you hickeys. along w this, he's always chewing or sucking on something outside of a sexual setting as well.

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

he's LONG, like i'm talking 9.5 inches at least. he's pretty lanky and built, and that transfers into his dick as well. he's longer than he is thick, with a pretty happy trail and an even prettier set of jacobs ladder piercings. his cock is also very expressive, with a twitchy, pink tip and a thicker base. his piercings are very sensitive as well, and are great stimulation for you.

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

it fluctuates a lot. sometimes he's so horny that your both sleeping together every night for two weeks straight, other times he can go like a month without even masturbating. he's always down to accommodate you though, and if you have a lower or higher sex drive than him he's down to help at any time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as quickly as possible, the second you both relax he's cuddling up beside yoh and out like a LIGHT. its one of the quickest ways to tire him out and let him get a full nights sleep, and he actually really enjoys finally getting to relax. i also think he's very cuddly and soft when he's fucked out and sleepy, so you get to see a much gentler side of him than usual <333

AUGHHHHH HES SOOOO !!! MY MAN MY MAN MY MANANNNSSNDDBDFBFJFJFNF HED SO FINE. if anyone sees any hcs on here they want me to elaborate on.... PLS LMK BC I SOO WILL

Small drabble with a very nervous Mark (aka my fave)

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“Do you want to come visit anytime soon?” [Draft]

“What are you doing this spring break?” [Draft] 

“You know, the weather this time of year here is amazing! You should come check it out, if you want.” 

He doesn't even bother keeping that one, immediately deleting it. Far too forward, it was practically embarrassing. 

Mark accepts his defeat when he sighs, pocketing his phone in his pants. He just decides to head to class early instead of loitering in the halls like an idiot. He can settle on spending his break with William again.

Having a pen pal started as an annoying project he had to do to pass his sociology class, one he unfortunately needed to graduate. When he had put his hand in the bowl with a bunch of paper slips in it, he had expected nothing but the worst: conservative old men, a middle aged cat lady, or god forbid, a twelve year old boy. He shivered just thinking about it.

However, somehow, by some miraculous stroke of luck, he had gotten you. A girl his age. 

And nevermind that reasoning. Because you happened to also be quite pleasant to talk to. Even if he did have to speak brokenly in your language– at least you were nice about it! (sometimes) Plus, you were pretty funny when he didn’t have to use google translate to understand your messages. 

And listen, so what if you were crazy hot? That’s just a side reason of why he wants to meet you in person. He admires your beautiful personality even more, alright? 

When confiding his predicament to his best friend, William had suggested to simply: ‘take the shot.’

“Either she thinks you're a complete pervert or you’ve got a hot new girlfriend! Gamble, my friend. Gamble.” 

Thanks, William. 

Mark sits in class, taking out his biology notebook and some pens, when he feels his phone buzz. 

He practically jumped. He only has notifications on for one person, (besides his mom) and that was you. 

Hesitantly, he takes out his phone to read the message.

“Hey, Mark! Hope you’re doing well.

Bummer news: all of my friends are going to visit their families this break, it really sucks, I’ll be alone for two whole weeks! So, I wanted to ask if you’d mind if I could crash at your place? I heard the weather where you are right now is amazing. :)” 

He could faint.

tw cannibalism

Sukuna would definitely eat your corpse after you die. No, he's not desecrating you. He simply does not want your body to bear his burdens any longer. You did not need to share his burdens anymore as that is what had gotten you killed.

Burying you meant someone would defile you. Disturb you. Use your corpse against him because at the end of the day, humans and sorcerers alike would do anything to break the wretched four eyed demon that brings chaos and destruction where ever he went.

He doesn't cook you. Prefers to eat you raw to savor your exquisite taste. He would take his time to savor each bite. His mind replaying each and every memory he had spend with you as he chews on your flesh slowly. From the day he had met you to the day he had lost you.

He saves your heart for the last and when he sinks his teeth into the organ, he thinks back to the time you had taken his large hand into your smaller ones and placed it against your chest, showing him just how wildly your heart beats for him.

I love you. You had admitted to him shyly.

And then nothing but a deep pool of blood remains on the futon the two of you had shared together as Sukuna looks up and gazes at the forest from the parted shoji screen of his bedroom.

The silence is deafening.