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twinksrepository · 3 months

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Dante NSFW Alphabet

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

CW: Smut, clothing kink, sexual objectification, restraints, toys, periods, heck a lot of things that come with this sort of post. All I can promise for certain is there isn't any physical abuse.

A/N: Alrighty, the other half of me trying to pin down Dante. I wish I could really pin him down. But enjoy the NSFW version of my Dante headcanon Alphabet.

You can find the SFW one here.

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

After fucking you senseless Dante wants to cuddle for a few moments first, to enjoy the way your blissed out body is curled against his as your chest heaves and your body is boneless from the multiples rounds. Afterwards, he’s happy to do his best to clean you up, holding a water bottle to your lips and whispering how amazing you are with his chin in your hair while his free hand rubs along your sore muscles. Whatever you need he’s more than willing to help with.

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

Dante is a fan of his thighs and your hands. He loves to have you sitting on his thigh and rolling you back and forth as he has you come just from the thickness of his leg rubbing against you. He knows just how thick they are from years of working out. As for your hands, feeling them roam across his body with the softer skin and just how much smaller they are compared to his. So when both of your hands are wrapped around his cock it feels even bigger seeing your fingers barely able to touch as you pump him. It gets him hard just thinking about your soft hands on him.

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

Dante likes nothing more than to see you covered in his cum, to see as the streams of opaque fluid trail along your body and pool in the dips of your skin. After blowing a load across your stomach or shapely rear and taking his hand and smearing it around your skin watching it glisten and the soft whines you make while he does so. What really gets him going is after he cums deep inside your cunt and pulls out to watch as it drips out of your flushed folds and onto whatever surface he was fucking you on. It gives him another raging hard on wanting to pump another load in your core so he can watch the same sight again and again.

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

He’ll never tell you but after the first time he used his devil trigger accidentally while he was balls deep inside of you and the way you reacted? It made something in him snap seeing you pant and squirm even harder under his body as you tried to pull his length deeper inside your core. The way your hands landed on the side of his face as you kissed him like you were possessed while your cunt tried to drain his balls made him even more enamored with you. It was what prompted him to ask if the two of you could have sex like that more often since it was the best sex he’d had in years.

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

Dante has lots of experience, he’s had more than one one night stand in his life. Someone as good looking as him in his younger years had no problems picking up, even with his bad luck with women. Those magazines of his have also had more than one tip for him to use in the bedroom. Once you came along though all that experience was put to good use, and he always seems to have a new idea for something to leave you screaming his name through the act.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dante is good with any position but his all time favorite is without a doubt doggy style. Having you on your hands and knees while he plunges into your core watching your back arch as you whine. His hands wrapped around your waist and using it like a handle to thrust into you at a neckbreak pace. Slapping your ass as he fucks you senseless until you can barely keep yourself up. Your favorite position by comparison is deep missionary so your legs are up wrapped around his hips and your bodies closely intertwined, watching his face as he hits deeply inside of you. Your chests writhing against one another as the sweat drips down along your bodies with your faces close together.

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

It is Dante. His mood when he’s having sex could go in any direction and it’s not like he sticks to it as he is a more fluid guy when it comes to that. If you make a joke during sex he is running with it to the point where you regret saying anything.

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

The carpet definitely matches the drapes. While he doesn’t have much of a happy trail there is a patch of white hair around the base of his dick and dusting his balls. He doesn’t do much grooming, but he doesn’t let it grow too thick since he does find it kind of annoying. He enjoys having just enough so when you’re sucking him off he can hold you against his crotch and see your nose buried in the tangle of hairs.

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

Well when it comes down to it when it comes down to the intimacy part of it for Dante, the moment he opens his mouth it’s a flop. The man just can’t verbalize it in words as his attempts come off as cheesy or just the wrong thing. Telling someone how much you want to watch them squirm on their cock with intense eye contact comes off as horny not intimate. Now on the more physical side of things? That’s a different story. Even when he’s ramming into you as if he wants to break your hips there’s a soft brush of his lips against your skin or a tender caress of his fingers along your face. Depending on the position, leaning on his forearm to keep his weight off you but still having that close physical contact and that intense eye contact that tells you how much he cares for you. He just can’t open his mouth. Seriously.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before your relationship got going you were his favorite little daydream, envisioning the way you’d feel wrapped around his cock. Letting the image dominate his head while he jerked himself off, wondering if as his cum left if his nuts if you’d spit or swallow. If he thought once the two of you did start doing it on a regular basis would help his libido, he was wrong. Finding himself using his fist more and more as it took just the thought of your ass in front of him made him rock hard and it was damn hard to slice up demons with a raging boner.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man has a clothing kink. Having you wrapped in his red coat and nothing else while he uses his hands, his fingers, a toy or his cock while wearing his signature clothes. It has his inner demon and his human side both humming in pleasure to see you draped in something that is very much his while your eyes roll back in your skull. Almost like a mark of ownership that has him licking his lips.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As much as Dante doesn’t like people seeing him being soft, tender, or well anything in public his favorite place to fuck you is in the middle of the devil may cry office. His desk in fact. Having you wrapped in his jacket and bouncing you up and down on his cock, or tucked under the desk out of sight on your hands and knees while he’s balls deep in your cunt. He might try and deny that he doesn’t want to get caught and sure as hell doesn’t want anyone but him seeing you naked or cuming, but the idea of someone walking in on him does get him feeling that little bit of an extra adrenaline rush.

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

It does not take much to get Dante motivated. Seeing your butt is always a surefire way to get him hard as Dante is without a doubt an ass man. There are other things that get turned on as well, soft little noises you might make while walking around the office or sitting in your bedroom. When he hears those low pants or sighs of yours it sends a signal straight to his dick that it is go time. He’s not immune to any seductive tactics on your part, like leaving a trail of your clothes to the bathroom after he has a mission to make sure he has a shower and a few rounds of sex to help you both relax.

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

Dante does not like being dominated in the bedroom. He might let you ride him, but even then he’s the one in control. It has nothing to do with trust, he simply doesn’t like being at someone else's mercy. The idea of being tied up, or having to beg for something turns him off faster than being sprayed with a hose of ice cold water.

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

When it comes to oral Dante is a fan of both giving and receiving and a fan of 69, knowing that he can try to push you over the edge while you’re choking on his dick is something he enjoys. He likes giving to since it means he can have your legs wrapped around his head and having your thighs right there for him to mark up is hard for him to ignore. It’s one of his favorite forms of foreplay getting you prepped for him, he’s not an idiot either, he likes receiving too. Having you on your knees and drooling all over him? Yeah, he’s a fan. Oddly enough his skills are damn good but… it’s from eating pizza that’s been way too hot and trying to keep from burning his tongue. At least you get to take advantage of how adept he is at moving the thing around.

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

Dante likes it rough. He likes turning you into a panting screaming mess as he rams into you with enough force to leave bruises. Part of it is he doesn’t always know his own strength and the other part is he likes seeing what you can handle. His intention is never to cause you pain but damn does he love to snap his hips against your body hard enough that you jolt from it. He can be sensual if he wants but it’s hard for him, because feeling your tight walls wrapped around his cock and wanting to feel you squeeze his length when you cum isn’t something he can always hold himself back from. If it’s something you want he will try, try being the operative word.

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

Dante isn’t the biggest fan of quickies. If he has one it’s more because of a need that neither of you can put off. He’d much rather take his time with you since he knows he can go for multiple rounds and he’d prefer that when the two of you are done he can leave you in a boneless puddle.

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

Risk themselves aren’t in his forte in the sense of public or semi public sex. Not to say he’d be totally against the idea of banging you against a tree in a city park late at night, but it’s not in the forefront of his mind. Experimenting in the bedroom he is a fan of though, as long as he gets to keep his control. You wanna try temperature play? He’s down, have ice placed on both of your skin. Rutting into you from behind while the two of watch yourself in the mirror and try to get better at dirty talk? Fuck yea. Dante will try anything once and if it doesn’t work out? Move on. If it does and you both really enjoy it, it gets added to the list of likes.

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

Sorry hips, Dante can go, and go, and go. I mean all that muscle and demonic strength does dip into his stamina in every sense of the word. If he could have a marathon session of sex with you, you’d need to have your body in a cast because Dante would break you before he was out of steam. As for how long he can last? It all depends on what he’s doing. If it is the rare quickie it’s still ten minutes or so before he’s blowing load and from the start he’s trying to cum. He has to put effort into cuming quickly, which he does find annoying since seeing you covered in his cum is one of his favorite things.

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

He didn’t own toys before you. What was the point of a pocket pussy when he’d break them after using them once before of how rough he was with the plastic? After you though? He likes bullet vibrators that can be placed between the two of you, or ones he can hold after you cum to drag out your orgasm until you’re screaming for him to stop. He also didn’t realize how he could use them to help speed up his own orgasms when pressing them to the underside of his balls. Suffice to say, he becomes a fan of them real quick.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dante is the king of teasing and he is well aware of it. Dragging his mouth, his fingers anywhere but where you want him to be as he riles you up. Or times when he tells you he wants you a panting mess before he even touches you and you agree he can do whatever he wants and takes full advantage. Tying you up so you can’t move and he’s got your spread open for him, tracing one finger along your ribs and watching your chest heave trying to get more of his skin touching yours. It also isn’t beneath him to tie you to one of his devil arms and watch as you’re held there in place with something he uses to protect you also being used to keep you in place until you’re screaming for him to fuck you.

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

This man can HOWL when he wants to. He can be loud enough that any traffic down the street from the devil may cry office could hear him. His grunts and groans ring in the air of whatever space the two of you are having sex in, though he does try to keep the volume down by biting into his lip. He doesn’t need to draw more attention to the two of you or bellow your name loud enough for any of his enemies to hear as he empties himself in your tight body.

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

Dante is way more into period sex than he thought he would be. For a man that sees as much blood as he does, he never thought he’d like seeing his dick covered in it, and he doesn’t like the visual. What has him into it is the added sensation from your body trying to expel the lining, the way you react even more to him as you’re more sensitive with the extra blood flow to the area. Yea, he likes the way you arch your back as if you were snapped in half while your cunt tries to drain his balls.

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

Dante is about average in length, but he is girthy and covered in veins so he is very fun to trace with your tongue. He also knows how to make great use of his dick to make sure you have a good time regardless as to what the two of you are doing.

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

High. This man might be able to put on a face of nonchalant but he is horny all the time and ready to fuck. It sort of surprises you as your relationship with the man gets going and you realize just how high it actually is. The two of you also make a discovery that neither of you is sure how you feel about it. For a while Dante gets to a point where he starts wanting to fucking you harder and harder, bending you like a pretzel to reach as deep inside your slick walls as he can. Turns out his demonic senses can tell when you’re ovulating and it sets off the need in him to breed. Lucky you and good thing you have a damn good birth control.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex isn’t the deciding factor in how quickly he falls asleep after, its how his day has been. With his stamina, he’s never as tired as you are afterward. Which works out great for him, because after it’s all said and done if you had been planning to stay the night with him after your both cleaned up (no matter how much be grumbles about it) it means he can watch you fall asleep. He might be a bed hog but he’d rather watch you drift off into slumber before letting himself follow behind you.

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Hope you all had fun reading this.

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triplesilverstar · 26 days

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Needy

Rating: 18+ Minor DNI

Pairing: Vash X GN!Reader

CW: Injuries, drugged, Horny, sensitive, jerking off, coming on yourself, Needy, trying to be quiet

Word count: .6K roughly

A/N: Well saw some Vash art that made my brain so brrrr so have some needy Vash, in between boops that is.

“Alright Vash, all patched up.” Carefully patting his stomach after you secure the edge of the bandage, leaning to kiss his forehead. “You just relax alright, I’m gonna take a shower then I’ll see about getting us something to eat.”

“But Mayfly!” A whine in his voice as he leans against the pillows. “I want you, I need you so bad right now.” Jerking his hips and you’re quick to hold his body still.

“Whatever drug they gave you is still in your system you just need to relax while you come down from that high alright?” His fingers trail along your cheeks before you pull away and he lets out another soft whine but nods his agreement.

At least until the door to the bathroom closes. Vash arches his neck back a little as his cock throbs painfully in his pants, he’s been hard for hours. Even as you patched up the slice in his abdomen all he could think was how he wanted to be buried in your tight warmth.

His mouth feels full of cotton as he tries to lick his lips, reaching down to work his pants open the rest of the way and grabbing himself. A gasp as he almost cums on the spot with his eyes shuttering close from the pleasure that floods his system, a whine more like an animal in heat than the plant that he is echos in the room.

Closing his eyes and biting his lip as he gingerly slides his fingers along his shaft, the heat coming from him feels scorching even though the fabric of his gloved digits. Pressing his thumb to the head of his cock makes him scream, a noise that has you calling out to him. “Vash?”

“I’m ok Mayfly!” You can hear him even over the shower and in his state Vash knows you’ll stop him, his prosthetic grabbing handfuls of his turtle and shoving it into his mouth. His teeth clamping on the fabric as he begins to pump himself in earnest.

It isn’t long before he’s thrusting up into his loose fingers, pre cum from his slit pouring down his skin. He’s so needy he wouldn’t even have noticed the chaffing with the boiling in his gut demanding release. The thick fabric in his mouth is soaked from the drool now pouring from him, he isn’t thinking about his hand on his cock.

No. He’s pretending it’s yours, your fingertips pressing against the vein that sticks out above his sac where the skin attaches to his length. Your thumb rubbing circles into the curve of the ridge of the skin of his head.

Another whine from low in his throat that the black fabric does nothing to help with. Closing his fingers he imagines it’s both of your hands now, moving faster and tighter on his burning flesh as the burning in his gut grows more intense.

“Vash?!” Gasping and arching his back as he cums, spraying white ropes of his release onto his wrapped stomach and some of the fluid spattering along his chest. The sound of your voice pushing him over the edge, his fingers still working his shaft as he opens his eyes to see your blurry form.

“I need you Mayfly, please, touch me more.”

You might be pissed he painted his own chest in cum, but damn if he doesn’t make for a sight with his body flushed and covered in sweat while playing with his dick.

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photo-of-a-ghost · 6 months

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Writing an essay on mechs for a school project

I've hit the word limit already

#twink writes #the mechs #the mechanisms

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hinamie · 13 days

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ill say it viktor nikiforov walked so gojo satoru could run send post

#the orginal mappa brand white haired blue eyed twink #writing this is giving me deja vu maybe i said this alr or saw it somewhere idk but it is relevant 2 recent events so #gomen fr any unintended plagiarism #hina.txt

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chaoswarfare · 1 year

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dp x dc prompt #34

Everyone always says that having a good reaction time is a great thing in a town where ghosts attack daily. Nobody ever warned him that sometimes it’s a bad thing to punch first and ask questions later.

Danny gets startled by Bane while wandering around Gotham, and punts him four blocks into a brick wall. Danny scrambles to get gone before anyone notices, but unfortunately for him, Gotham has eyes everywhere. And one Red Robin cannot believe that a twink of a guy just sent one of their physically strongest rogues flying like it was nothing.

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genderqueerdykes · 29 days

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hating on twinks for being too effeminate, femme, "flamboyant" or "loud" or "not manly enough"/"not real men" is just reinforcing toxic masculinity in the queer community. it's not cute, it's violence.

#gay #mlm #gay pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt #nonbinary #non binary #enby #twink #gay man #gay person #gay enby #trans gay #ftm gay #gay ftm #trans twink #femme gay #femme #our writing #about us #queer

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cinnabons-treasure-trove · 5 months

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King Arthur: [cuddling Merlin who's sitting on his lap]

Consort Merlin: [reading and revising Arthur's speech for the upcoming festival]

King Arthur: [mumbling] Are you almost done?

Consort Merlin: I would be if you stopped—[pinches Arthur's wandering hand]—trying to get your hand under my robe.

King Arthur: [pouts and puts his hand back on Merlin's tummy]

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siennasmiles · 2 months

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More of me so follow my page!

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johnslittlespoon · 26 days

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Thinking about the exquisite imagery of Bucky shaving his mustache, while in contrast Buck let’s his scruff grow in. I can see it so clearly: Bucky shaves the ‘stach when they’re in the POW camp as a result of losing a bet (it’s highly probable he lost of purpose because he wants to give the men an opportunity to laugh it up). But it totally goes sideways once it becomes clear how young he looks without it. Buck on the other hand is stressing over this new change enough to forget to shave for a few weeks straight. Is this brain rot due to me thinking about Callum’s look in the Green Room combined with Austin’s look in the Bikeriders? Yes. Please send help.

in case anyone needs a lovely visual! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

okay, while i PERSONALLY am in love with bucky's stache and feel like shaving it even in fiction would be an absolute travesty, i see the vision and i agree, i could totally see something like that happening.

john does it as a joke/for a bet and figures that hey, they're all gonna be stuck in the camp for a while anyway, chances are it'll grow back by the time it really matters. no big deal, and it gets laughs in a place where those are increasingly rare, even if he has to suffer through relentless teasing about his baby face for a few weeks.

gale does not deal with it nearly as well, however; it throws off any routine he's built and it feels ridiculous because it's just facial hair but it's such a big change after the monotony of day–to–day behind the fence that it's enough to rattle his brain. and letting his own facial hair grow out probably isn't even a conscious choice, almost like a mindless way of falling back into sync with john as both of theirs grows back.

if buckbucky is an established thing in this verse, we all know damn well john would be obsessed with gale's scruff, rubbing his own cheek up against it like a cat, thirsting over it and ogling him 24/7.

and the way it feels against his thighs, stubble burn leaving the sensitive skin a pretty pink when gale's face is between his legs...

john would be devastated and pouty when it comes time for him to finally shave it, but gale would promise him "when we get out, i'll let it grow back for a bit, yeah?" and that would perk him right up. <3

#i've actually been toying with an AU with gale and john but how they look in the bikeriders and green room/the only living boy in new york #and i have many Thoughts but i need to flesh it out more #and i probably won't ever do anything with it because i have too many things i want to write but it's a nice (hot) concept <3 #also have y'all watched 'leaving' with callum turner bc good lord.#john looking like that pretty twink and crushing on intimidating bikeriders!gale??? the daddy issues vibes?? helllooooo meow LMFAOOO #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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ghostlykeyes · 6 months

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: HEADCANONS ♡ TW : Drug mentions/Usage ♡ TW: Food mentions ♡ No pairings/ not reader-insert

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KAYN

Ever since joining Heartsteel, Kayn's 'Rhaast' outbursts have lessened in frequency and severity. Of course, his alter-ego makes regular appearances, but being with a group that encourages and accepts him rather than holds him back and tries to get him under control has made it so that Kayn feels less need to express his feelings in such an explosive, reckless way. Of course, he'll never admit that his newfound friends are the reason for his recent (very, VERY slight) stability.

Kayn is extremely choosy with his jewelry. He fronts like he doesn't want to wear "cheap, lame shit"—but actually, he just reacts to most metals. If he doesn't check to make sure his earrings are hypoallergenic, he ends up with a massive rash. Why the excuse? He is NOT about to admit he has sensitive skin.

Probably not a surprise, but Kayn breaks his phone CONSTANTLY. With all his reckless antics, it's rare for a new phone to last him more than a few months. The silver lining is that he at least has his emergency contacts (the Heartsteel members, of course) memorized from entering them into his contacts list so often.

Kayn also has a burner phone he uses for Rhaast.

Maybe you'd expect Kayn to have an enormous rager for his birthday, but the truth is, he doesn't actually like that many people. Instead he invites a handful of his actual friends to the shared Heartsteel apartment for a joint Halloween/birthday party. Costumes mandatory, noise complaints expected. Kayn will tell you to your face if he thinks your costume is stupid.

Kayn's got a lucky guitar pick. Somehow, he’s never lost it.

Wherever Kayn goes, property damage often follows. For Heartsteel's sake, he's cleaned up his act a tiny bit, mostly because he's scared of respects Yone, who gets pissed whenever Kayn breaks too much shit. But come on, you can't deny a man all of life's simple pleasures—you gotta let him graffiti the side of a water tower every once in awhile, or blow up the occasional car.

Notorious for social media rampages, Kayn's been banned from using the Heartsteel twitter. (The last straw was him using the account to threaten a member of his old band. Apparently, Alune didn't think "I'LL FUKKIN DOXX U LOL" an appropriate use of the official twitter account.) He's still semi-active on his personal accounts, but only in sporadic bursts.

Kayn knows how to tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue.

Like most rockstars, Kayn dabbles in cocaine. His drug use is pretty limited, though, mostly because he doesn't really need drugs to be high-energy and unhinged. When clips of his erratic behavior surface or Kayn goes on a twitter rampage, newer fans often speculate about Kayn being on drugs. Veteran Heartbeats know that he’s just Like That, though.

Kayn says he doesn't have a favorite bandmate. (He does. It's Ezreal.)

A lot of the time, Kayn has to be reminded to eat. When he's busy writing songs or hanging out with the band, stopping for a bite never crosses his mind. Thankfully, Sett's on top of his meal schedule (gotta hit those macros!) so he'll remind Kayn that lunch is a Thing That Exists.

Kayn spends a ridiculous amount of time on his nails. Cuticles? Trimmed. Polish? Immaculate, and always black or burgundy. Topcoat? Applied and glass-smooth. Of course he'll deny that his nail routine is so precise because it doesn't fit his devil-may-care image, but come on. Chipped OPI and hangnails? Couldn't be him.

Kayn hates nothing more than the passenger seat. Let him drive! Yes, he knows that he's gotten two speeding tickets in the past three months. Yes, he's completely aware that K'sante got violently carsick the last time Kayn drove everyone to Taco Bell. He does not care. He will NEVER care. Driving is fun and driving recklessly is really fun.

You won't catch Kayn in a salon. He dyes and cuts his own hair in his bathroom. (How is it still so perfect?!)

Kayn is way too eager to help Aphelios pull pranks on people. Unfortunately, he can dish it out, but he can't take it. A prank on Kayn has a 50/50 chance of putting him in a sour, bitchy mood for the next hour.

Of all the band members, Kayn's the one that spends the most time alone. He doesn't have many friends outside Heartsteel. And, even though he knows his band has his back and he appreciates them, he needs frequent social breaks.

Kayn's the ultimate night owl. It's rare for him to go to bed before 4 AM. Despite this, he's always up before ten. Maybe it's Yone's rigorous recording schedule that gets him up. Maybe he's so high-energy, his body can't stand staying still for more than six hours. Maybe, though, it's just all the Monster energy drinks.

Consider it a sign that he likes you if Kayn spam-texts you. If he doesn't, he won't even bother responding. (But, if he suddenly stops texting you out of the blue? Don't worry. He probably broke his phone. Again.)

#Kayn #Sheida Kayn #league of legends #heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel headcanons #I am so fucking sorry that riot FUCKING games is what it took to bring my inspiration back #shadow assassin form is like finish your wips but rhaast is in my ear screaming POST LEAGUE TWINKS #sorry 4 being a gamer on main #tw drugs #tw drug use #these are general HCs but if there's interest I'm super down to write more romance/ reader insert themed ones !

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twinksrepository · 3 months

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Not quite as good as a Sundae

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: Orgasm denial, Oral, Cunnilingus, naked, AFAB reader, Dante has a long tongue

Word count: Roughly 1K

A/N: You had a hard day and Dante has a way to make you relax with an added bonus at the end when he finally lets you have your release.

You let out a low whine as your fingers brush along the white locks on the head currently between your legs, the digits tangled along the strands trying to keep the demon hunter in place. It’s difficult when most of your body is held in the air with your shoulders and the back of your head the only thing touching the bedding of the mattress you’d been laying on. “Dante!” Almost screaming his name and his tongue twisted inside your dripping slit hitting a bundle of nerves.

You’d had a long day and when you got back to the office headed for your shared bedroom with the silly pizza man. Flopping onto your back with a hand to your forehead as your feet and legs burned after a day on them. The moment the door swung open you heard a low whistle and it wasn’t long before you were stripped naked and Dante was down to just his pants.

That had been over an hour ago and you were growing desperate. Four times Dante had brought you to the edge and four times he had denied you tipping over that edge on his tongue and his lovely rough digits. “Please!” Panting as his tongue curls and his nose bumps against your clit as your toes curl.

Only to hear a pop and a groan as his head easily breaks from your grip. “Please what Doll?” Followed by a chuckle and a brush of his lips along your thigh. His wide palms squeezing the globs of your butt as he lifts you away from his mouth and keeps you held up in the air.

Smacking the blankets in frustration as the tears lined your lashes. “Dante!” This time your hissing as your hands land on your face, pressing your heels into your eyes as you breathe deeply. “I can’t take much more of your teasing!”

A snort before you let out a squeal as Dante pinches your ass and your body arches in responses and just a sliver of your shoulders remains against the mattress with your heels digging into his back thrown over his broad shoulders. “Sure you can Doll, you’re tougher than you look.” Sending you a wink before letting one of his hands slide down your back before grabbing one of your tits and giving it a squeeze. “After all you fuck me everynight and get up the next morning.” A seductive wiggle of his eyebrows as you roll your eyes at him, your orgasm that had been burning you alive cooling.

“No. You fuck me there’s a difference, and getting up is relative.” Swatting at his hand but not pushing it away from fondling your breast. “You shoved me out of bed yesterday. With your foot.”

“I’m making up for it now aren’t I?” Instead of giving you a chance to answer Dante grips your hip again and shifts you again. “Plus with how shiny and puffy this pussy is it’s as much a treat for me as it is for you.” A wink before he’s delving between your thighs again, broad strokes of his tongue over your folds as you mewl with your hands flailing before grabbing the fabric of the bedspread under you.

With both hands back on your ass and kneading the muscles of it while his mouth is busy switching from broad strokes to thinner ones twirling along the outside of your dripping cunt. The burning in your stomaching already returning like an inferno and a sheen of sweat forming on your skin and your chest heaves as your heart starts to race.

A long low groan as Dante starts to lap faster at your core and slips his tongue inside your walls once more and you catch his eyes to see a glint of mischief in those blue orbs. Gripping the sheets harder and trying to roll your hips, not trusting Dante to deny you once trying to keep him between your thighs. Letting out a long low while as he undulates the broad wet muscle along your slick walls, and starts to hum the vibrations has your back arching for a different reason.

Panting as his mouth pulls away from your soaked pussy but his lips are still close enough you can feel as he licks them, drinking down your slick. “Do you trust me Doll?” That deep voice of his has somehow become even deeper and you aren’t sure of if it’s in your head or not.

“You know I do!” You’ll always trust him.

Letting out a wordless scream as he shoves his tongue into your core with renewed enthusiasm and you’re squirming in his grasp as the fire inside of you seems to burn brighter. Slamming your eyes shut as he works your spasming core as if he’s licking up a strawberry sundae, he knows damn well how to use that dexterous tongue of his. “Look at me Doll.” Growling as he stops for a moment and you slowly open your eyes to see Dante watching you with those blue eyes that are glowing with desire. “Keep watching.” Another growl and you let out another wordless scream as Dante does something he doesn’t do often, but when he does you’re always left boneless.

He uses his devil trigger.

You’re staring into those glowing eyes as his tongue grows longer, reaching deeper places inside of your core. Curling it and flicking at nerve clusters while his hands loosen their hold, the heat from those talons seeping into your skin and you can’t do anything but whine and pant as he keeps moving his tongue. A soft moan as the hardened ridge of his wings that wrap around him like his coat spread your slopping pussy more open for him to reach even deeper. The points that form along his jaw pressing into your supple flesh and his elongated tongue reaches the deepest part of you as his nose bumps your engorged clit.

Everything hits you at once with the multitude of textures and sensations as you’re violently pushed over the edge as your orgasm rolls through you like a truck. Screaming his name before slumping bonelessly with your eyes rolling back in your head.

Dante smirks and shifts his grip on your body making sure his claws don’t slice into your skin as you relax in your haze, lapping at your juices as if it’s the rarest liquor he’s ever had. Denying you several times had been worth it as your cunt is still clenching around his tongue as if wanting to suck it in even deeper and you keep producing more and more fluid for him. With you blissed out like this he can enjoy watching you in your haze with a tender expression, not having to worry about you making comments that would have him trying to hide his affections. Drinking you down as his cock throbs painfully in his tight pants, he can deal with that himself once he’s done with you for the night.

He'll never tell you to your face, but you're almost as good as a strawberry sundae.

Almost.

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Desperation

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X afab!Reader

CW: P in V sex, fingerings, desperate, clothed sex, naked, intimate, heart felt, pining, making out, hand job, groping, angst, very heavy angst at the end.

Word count: Roughly 2K

A/N: So... the lovely Helixel drew something and shared it in a discord we're both in yesterday. And it left my hot and bothered with no other thoughts for the rest of my day. So when I was done work I needed to sit down and write those damn thoughts that the art put in my head. The link to said art is below the break and trust me, it is delicious and I hope it eats your brain like it did mine.

Here's the link and now on with the one shot/blurb

It made his heart thunder in his chest, the muscle beating hard enough he was certain he’d have scars along the inside of his ribs to match the hardened flesh outside. Turning almost in slow motion and seeing you there, unable to make out anything outside of your form with the light illuminated your form. A few short steps before his feet and hammering the ground in his desperation to reach you.

Hearing your laughter reach his ears as his arms encased you while his lips slotted over yours. The sensation of your nimble fingers trailing up his chest and slipping over his shoulders to push his jacket away, his hands pulling away from you just long enough to let the sleeves drop away. Your lips taste like heaven, a sense of peace washing over him as your lips provide a gentle resistance to his insistence.

Like a man lost in the desert for weeks coming across a lush oasis and taking that first long drink. Almost drowning in his desperation to enjoy the feeling of your clothed body leaning into his, the small little mewls you let out while his tongue slid along your lower lip.

All the while his hands glide along your sides, taking note of the curve of your waist, the heat of your skin warming the cool metal of his prosthetic as it rests against your bare hip. A soft giggle, like a feather teasing his nose as your lips part and he rushes past them, groaning at the taste of you heavy on his tongue. He could remain wrapped in your embrace for the rest of his life, swallowed whole by the fire you ignite in his soul.

Yet while he revels in the heady luxury that is your tongue against his, he doesn’t miss your fingers tugging on the fabric of his shirt. Your own desperation for him is clear as the neck of his shirt grows tighter in your insistence trying to pull it up and away from his skin. Pulled taunt between both of your bodies as neither of you moves away, the smallest gap would be too much.

At least until he needs air, a long clear line of salvia connecting your lips before his shirt is gone. His hands dropping to undo the snap of your belt, the shifting of your hips allowing the thick material of your pants dropping to the ground. Groaning at the vision of you in your leotard, his blue eyes focused on one spot, the darkening space between your thighs before the smell of your arousal hits him like a train wreck. His knees trembling, and not just because your fingers are on his belt making quick work of loosening it and your hand slipping down the waistband of his pants to grip his warm cock. The rough pads, the only ones he wants wrapped around his shaft, his hips jerking involuntarily.

Two can play at that game, his flesh hand pushing the bottom of your leotard away and tracing the outside of your dripping flesh with his metal fingers. The nodes provide sensation in the tips making him groan at the heat of your sex, the amount of liquid pouring from deep inside of you making him dizzy. Or was it the pumping of your hand around his twitching cock?

His fingers start to rub harder and harder along your slit and he can hear your breathing change, the tempo of your inhales rising to match the movement of his index and middle fingers.

As if you don’t want to be outdone, your hand is twisting around his flesh tighter and his balls throbbing in tandem. Taking a long inhale before smirking against the side of your mouth, shoving both of his fingers deep inside your walls and as you gasp at the intrusion he catches your mouth, his tongue plunging into the wet cavern in time to his hand thrusting up into your core.

Gripping your asscheek and keeping the fabric away, wishing he had taken the time to fully remove the damn thing so he could feel more of your warming skin under his palm. As his tongue sweeps inside of your mouth he can feel your orgasm growing closer adding a third finger and increasing the speed of his fingers before curling them against that spot inside of you that makes you quake in his hold.

Your grip on his dick loosening as you shake against him, letting out a whimper that sends a line of lightning tingling along his spine down to his balls. As you relax, your plush breasts still trapped in the tight fabric against his body he smirks as his eyes open. Taking in your slack jaw and barely open orbs that make his heart stutter, the adoration he sees in them almost painful.

How can someone like you see something in him to cause you to smile at him like he’s your whole world?

The throbbing of his cock pulling him from his own melancholy, pulling his fingers from your core with a wet slurp as your juices pour down his hand. Lifting it to his lips while gazing into your eyes before spreading them, your clear slick forming strands along the V they form. Sticking out his tongue and making a show of cleaning the proof of your release from his digits.

From the moment it touches his tongue he hums. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, a nectar he could slurp from your core until you're whimpering that it’s too much covered in sweat and shaking from his tender ministrations.

As you let out another mewl against him and shiver coming back to your senses his flesh hand slides along the fabric of your leotard before finding the snaps holding it in place. A few quick movements as he tosses you in the air, a symphony of squeals ringing around you before you land on the bed buck naked.

He doesn’t waste any time chasing after you as you bounce his pants and underwear gone grabbing both of your hands in his prosthetic and placing it above your head, stopping you from trying to hide from his wandering eyes.

Licking his lips as he drinks in your form committing every scar to memory, the curve of your breast and waist. Shuddering as his flesh hand cups your jaw, a quick kiss pressed to your lips before trailing his fingertips along your throat. Your heartbeat pounding in time to his, strong and steady as he enjoys the feeling of your skin under his.

Moving lower until he can cup one of your breasts. Sending you a wink and lowering his head to suck at the mound, humming as your back arches pushing more of your chest into his open mouth. He can feel your nipple pebbling, the tip of his tongue starting to circle the hardening flesh while his flesh hand kneads the other.

Taking his time as your body keeps arching and falling against him while his cock throbs against your thigh smearing pre-cum along the skin in erratic waves. Knowing you could struggle against his hold and break free if you wanted, instead caught up in the same flames of desire as he is. Both of you are prisoners to your lust for one another, and when he pulls away with a pop you sigh while the damp skin puckers as the cold air hits your skin.

Leaning upwards to catch your mouth as both of you battle for dominance in the kiss, adjust your lower body so the head of his cock is teasing along your folds. Your slick coating his length as it slides along the lips of your pussy, the pressure delectable over your clit and he can feel the throbbing of the bundle of nerves against his sensitive skin.

Releasing his grip on your wrist and pushing himself upwards so his chest is hovering over yours, a few beads of sweat falling from his body softly to yours. He shivers as your fingers follow the line of sinew making up the muscles of his forearm and the smooth metal shaped like a bone, up past his elbows and careful of the translation to ravaged flesh before gripping his shoulders.

Sharing a look of want before you give him a curt nod, one of your smaller hands reach down to pump his cock before aligning his tip with your dripping opening. Serving as a guide as he slowly sinks into you welcoming heat, the muscles of your inner walls parting for his length easily. Your core knows every vein along his shaft, as if you’ve adjusted to just his shape and he knows he’s in heaven as he pierces you until he’s as deep as he can go.

Lowering his forehead to yours but keeping the bulk of his weight off you while you adjust to his size. Your hand cupping his jaw with your thumb brushing his cheekbone, a soft laugh from you has your walls gripping him even tighter. A long exhale before you nod once more and grip his shoulders again, a sign he can move as freely as he wants.

Pulling his hips backwards until only his tip is encased in your walls taking a moment to enjoy the look of serenity on your face, suddenly snapping his hips to drive himself back to his base in one fluid motion. A tiny gasp from you, and he sets his pace well aware you can the pistoning of his body inside of you as your back arches in pleasure. Blinking the sweat from his eyes and groaning when you move your legs to wrap around his hips, allowing him to hammer deeper inside of you.

One of your hands moving to grip the back of his neck while the other slides along the meat of his upper back, your quivering core sucking him in as if you’ll never let him go. Grinning as he lowers his body down so as he thrusts part of his pelvis is brushing your clit, the sound of wet skin punctuated by breathy moans as you both chase your high.

He can feel his orgasm growing as you bury your face against his chest while your fingers press harder against the nape of his neck as your walls clamp down on his shaft. Pumping his hips faster and riding out your second release as he chases his own, panting and whining while you try to milk him for all he’s worth. Moments from spilling his hot seed in your welcoming walls.

Only to wake up just before he can tip over that precipice, sitting up suddenly with a hand over his scarred chest and a phantom pain where his missing arm should be.

The tears start to pour from his eyes as his mind wakes up and he remembers.

Remembers those final hours in JuLai, telling you to run and take Meryl with you while he fought his brother trying to keep the cube that even now he doesn’t remember how he created it.

Remembers seeing your retreating form as Wolfwood grabbed Meryl.

Remembers blowing up the city, and you with it.

His Mayfly.

The first person to not pull away from him. To hold him close as he broke down, to love him after learning he wasn’t human. And he was the reason he would never hold you like he had in his dream ever again. The tiny voice at the back of his mind saying he needed to keep believing you were alive and looking for him. Except it was easier to wallow in his own self imposed exile.

All the while you sat up in a dingy hotel room, trying to figure out why after a year you still couldn’t find him, the infamous Humanoid Typhoon. Vash the Stampede. Your missing lover.

I said it was angst heavy. Enjoy the brain rot 😘

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