Smut Prompts

smut-101:

Without peeking, send me a number 1-20 (and the gender pairing you want) for a drabble/smut starter inspired by the corresponding gif. All these gifs belong to us.

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avarlicious:

happy vday!! have a short and steamy greed x reader ❤

He has you pressed against the wall, one arm pinning you there as he looks down at you, a predator with its prey cornered. Greed drags one clawed finger from the collar of your shirt to the tip of your chin, feeling your breath hitch as you lift your head to look into his eyes. The deep blush covering your face and neck is maddeningly attractive; a constant reminder of the visceral effect his touch is having on you.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, voice low and close, like thunder rumbling through your core.

“I…” you’re finding it hard to talk, he notes with pleasure, as he watches your throat hitch with a swallow. Your attention is darting between his sharp teeth and the predatory look in his eyes. The words come out as a stuttered whisper as he feels the heat coming off your skin intensify: “I want you… to b-bite me…”

He cocks an eyebrow as his grin grows, showing off the teeth you seem so fascinated by. Oh, this is gonna be fun. He drags his claw back down to your shirt hem and tugs at it almost absentmindedly, feeling the slight shudder that you fail to repress, and leans in to nip lightly at your earlobe. His voice dips low enough to be called a growl. “Where do you want me to bite you?”

This shiver is a little more noticeable; his grin stretches wider. You’re putty in his hands.

Slowly, you lift your free hand, bringing it to rest on your neck, just below his chin. “Here,” you choke out.

Greed lets out a thoughtful hum against your jawline, feels you twitch with anticipation. His words reverberate against your throat. “That’s gonna leave a mark, baby. You sure?”

You nod fervently. “Please,” you hiss.

The pure desperation in your voice is starting to do things to him, and what starts as a growl ends in a short, low laugh. At this rate, she’s gonna start moaning before I even kiss her, he thinks. High off his own power over you, he drags his teeth lightly across the sensitive skin of your neck, noting the way you suck in a quick breath and ball your fists in preparation for his bite. He hesitates a moment more, drawing out the anticipation, savoring the rapid pace of your heartbeat beneath his touch… and bites down hard and quick.

Immediately as the telltale iron tang of your blood reaches his tongue, you let out a high pitched whine and grab onto his arm to steady yourself. He removes his teeth, running his tongue across the neat little row of puncture marks now adorning your smooth skin, smearing the droplets of blood welling up from each one. As he pulls back to admire his handiwork, he notes your eyes shut tight, the way you’re biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood there as well, and he takes your mouth against his own.

You taste your own blood on his tongue as he teases your lips apart, then takes the bottom one between his teeth and pulls back with a grin.

Opening your eyes at the loss of contact, shivering with the sting from his bite, you think his eyes seem to glow with hunger, desire, want.

You push yourself off the wall to kiss him again, deeply, and he chuckles against your mouth. “So eager,” he teases, pulling just out of your reach. “I think we should take this party somewhere a little more comfortable, don’t you?” 

yuurivoice:

This Valentine’s Day, join me for a story of a cancelled date that goes very, very right! 

Date night plans are suddenly cancelled when the listener answer’s their door dressed to kill…stockings, heels, and a smirk that says “I hope you’re ready to get pounded into the mattress!”

Contains: Fem!Listener, a steamy hallway make out session, listener revealing a rather large strap on, fingering self for listener to prep for pegging, pegging, being spanked when touching self, pillow biting, little bit of overstim, a sweet finish.

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president-of-the-imagines:

Italy NSFW Headcanons

(A/N): This is a gift for a friend, so this one’s for you Maki! Also, I’m writing this on my phone, so I apologize in advance.

-He is so Soft™

-He’s so excited, so everything is fast paced, but he will take it slower if you want.

-He likes to pay attention to you mostly.

-He likes to give oral more than receive it, but will let you if you really want to.

-He likes to be over you with a clear view of your face.

-So. Many. Kisses!!!!

-He loves to give kisses everywhere.

-Lips, temples, hips, stomach, etc.

-Give ths boy his kisses.

-He likes to hold you close as possible while you do it.

-His moans are like heaven.

-They low, compared to his normal voice, and it’s quiet, but still loud enough for you to hear.

Could I get a ohshc tamaki + male reader sex HCs? Like what’d it be like and how he’d treat you and what he’d be in to further along once you’ve had more sex and explored?

president-of-the-imagines:

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-This boy is a MASSIVE switch.

-Most days, however, he likes being taken care of and being pampered.

-Like the Prince he is.

-However, some days, he wants to completely be in control of you.

-Blow jobs are his forte.

-His gag reflex does not exist.

-During the beginning, he’s pretty vanilla.

-He likes simple things and positions, so you two can get used to each other.

-Further on, though, he wants to wear a collar.

-Like, that’s his goal. To wear a collar.

–Wtf, Tamaki?

-Anyways—

-When he’s a Dom, he’s such a Pure one.

-He’ll put your pleasure first and make sure you’re aware of the safe word.

-Another thing, no matter how tame the sex might be, Tamaki always puts a safe word, just in case.

-His moans are soft and quiet, but they sound adorable.

Kyoya x Fem!S/O [NSFW]

president-of-the-imagines:

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!!!NSFW WARNING!!!

You sat next to Kyoya at a table in the Host Club’s room. You had paid for some time so Kyoya could host you. “You know, (Name), you don’t have to pay for me to host you. You already have my time after school for free,” He reminded you. You smiled, scooting closer to him so your legs were touching.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t wait until after school,” You said, batting your eyelashes innocently. Kyoya smiled and shook his head.

“Alright.” You laughed lightly as you placed your hand on his knee. He didn’t think much of it, you did that all the time. It’s when your hand started to travel up did he give you a reaction.

You moved your hand to his crotch. You started to rub his through his pants, causing a tent to slowly grow there. You saw Kyoya bite his lip in an effort to stay quiet.

You knew Kyoya loved it when you teased him in public, he always said he did. There was a certain thrill to be able to get caught that made the whole thing more enjoyable. 

Eventually, he had had enough. He stood abruptly, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the room. This got him many weird looks, but he certainly didn’t care. He had one thing on his mind. You.

You both found yourselves in a supply closet, where Kyoya had already pushed you up against the wall. “You little tease,” He hissed in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your back, “You need to be punished.”

Before you could respond, he already had the skirt of your dress up and your lower half exposed. He wasted no time as he roughly pulled down your underwear, his tongue already paying attention to your clit and shoving two fingers inside of you, stretching you.

You let out a little whimper as your legs started to shake. It seems as though they could give out if Kyoya hadn’t stood up and wrapped your legs around his waist. While he was torturing you with his mouth, he had pulled out his dick from his pants.

He thrust it into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Kyoya put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet so people wouldn’t hear. He pounded into you roughly, though, so it was hard to keep silent. It seemed Kyoya was that way too, as he was lowly grunting in your ear. That turned you on a lot.

He started to moan your name as he got closer to his climax, making his hips work even faster. You both finished with a groan of each other’s names. “Maybe I should tease you more often,” You panted out as you both fixed yourselves.

“Maybe you should. It always ends with great results,” He agreed as you both walked out of the closet and back to the Host’s room. When you did, Tamaki was glaring knives at you, while everyone else just looked disturbed.

“I think they may have heard us,” You whispered to Kyoya.

“I think so too.”