~Xiao Headcannons~

she’s a 10 but she’s a little too into wanting to see your organs

Oc x cannon!!!

I wanted to do this trend so bad with my mha oc, I’ve been thinking of posting more stuff for her here

(Her name is Yamiko Maboroshi)

:3

THIS HAS ME GOING FERAL

(ii) things about SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI

pairing : sugar daddy ! toji x fem / afab ! reader

warnings : pt. 1 is HERE, like i said toji is a pervert, degradation, "pricing" activities (you'll get what i mean when you read), upside-down blowjob (like. head hanging off the bed), thigh riding, manhandling, bondage, semi-protected sex through birth control, implications of (very minimal) pet play, basically just filth. and a bit of humor ! and maybe a tiny bit wholesome in the end

smut under the cut, minors dni

reblogs and comments are appreciated ୨♡୧

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI frankly sees you as more than his sugar baby at this point, but once in a while he likes to joke about it in ways that don't seem like he is. as in, while he's inched fully down your throat, his much larger hand grips around your head and forces you to look up at him with your teary eyes as he says, "that's right, doll. giving daddy a $500 blowjob. work a little harder and that might become $1000."

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI, while we're on the topic of blowjobs, loves fucking your face while you're laid on your back on the bed, and your head is hung upside down at the edge. it's practically a 69, but toji's got the upper hand. he takes it as the perfect position to completely loom over you, choke you with his cock, while he has full access to the rest of your body. of course, who else does your pussy belong to if not him?

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI kind of has an obsession with you thigh riding him while he just leans back and watches you. there was one time suguru called in the middle of you absolutely making a mess on toji's trousers, and he just answered as if you weren't just pressing yourself on his leg. you tried to be good, since toji gave you that piercing look, mouthing "don't stop". however, a few moans escaped as you whined and gripped his shoulders, toji simply apologizing to geto saying that it was his dog. geto knows he doesn't have a dog.

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI uses belts almost all of the time if you two are practicing bondage. like, of course you don't expect him to give you silk ribbons and be gentle right? the man doesn't even bother to buy rope. he especially likes making a leash out of one and holding the long end as you ride him, since you clench around him every time he gives it a little tug.

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI carries a lot of pride, but that doesn't mean he's one of those guys who don't want to admit that you feel like absolute heaven. whenever he slides himself into your slick and wanton cunt, it feels like he never has before. profanities leave his lips, he's more vocal than ever, as he claims you with his cock; "my fucking god, nothing makes me feel so—holy fuck—so fucking drunk like this pussy does."

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI doesn't really process how strong he is sometimes. again, because he's absolutely bottoming out into you because you feel like velvet around him. but when your wooden headboard breaks for the third time within a few months, all because toji fucks you a little too hard for your furniture, he only shrugs and says "what? princess, i pay for things more expensive than a stupid headboard. i'll just buy you a new one again." then again, you're a tad surprised he hasn't drilled holes into the floor (though there is a crack forming in your wall that you haven't noticed. of course—toji's fault).

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI likes to just casually play with you, especially when you're busy reading or on your phone, or when you're busy reading on your phone. you protest at first, saying that you're just trying to concentrate. but when he whispers a "it'll feel good, darling. just read and i won't distract you so much", you melt into it and eventually squirm as he keeps playing with your clit. of course, whatever you were doing is forgotten and you press more against toji as your lips are ajar. he's got you wrapped around his finger, but he's around yours too.

Dottore Headcanons

im back from the dead with head cannons for dottore even though i havent played genshin in months,, he is my current special interest so this might be a bit indulgent

note: these will be with and without an s/o ,, mostly sfw (brief mention of sex)

he has his own little wing of the fatui base (so his experiments don’t affect the other fatui or the surrounding ground

he has a few operating rooms but one big main one (he mostly uses the other ones to hold stuff like body parts or plants/ bacteria) the main room has a small office attached to it where he hold all his files and documents on his experiments, he uses the bigger one as his main base of operations) 

He is one of the most respected and feared harbingers (mostly cuz he’s more well known to the public than some of other members)

He can basically never die cuz he can create infinite clones ( but he’s still working on memory transfer) 

Original dottore is older than his clones (he’s around mid 40’s) 

He prefers to experiment on people rather than animals 

he, like the other harbingers, has a living quarters in the Tsaritsa base but he prefers to just sleep in his office 

Chronically sleep deprived (that’s how he stays so erratic) 

Has tried all the drugs 

Has even tested some harmful experiments on himself( mostly before he made clones,, has caused permanent damage to his body and blood) 

had a pet bunny when he was a child but accidentally killed it

With an s/o

his giving love language is acts of service and his receiving language is physical touch 

he is secretly very clingy

you were most likely one of his subjects but he liked you so much he decide to give you special treatment and manipulated you into staying with him

his concept of love is a bit messed up, he leans more toward obsession

he likes pet names like pet, love, dear, my sweet, and little one

he tends to have a short temper but instead of getting angry he makes threats to harm others (people you care about) or lock you in a room

he's toxic

but its okay cuz hes hot (/hj)

he likes to get you involved in his experiments and to have your input on things

he trusts you a lot (because he's convinced you that you need him to live)

the other fatui kind of know about you but don't rly care or give you any special treatment

pretty much every time ya'll have sex its in his lab or office

he likes when you wear collars or chokers

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thx for reading <3

🥀 here is the full character sheet for my MHA oc! I plan to post more art of her and her ship

Mine and @silkysoftie’s oc are in the same universe - it’s a college AU

(The explanation of her quirk isn’t very accurate, she creates illusions of people’s greatest fear.)

𖤐.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Muse ˖ ݁𖥔.𖤐

shinsou x gn reader blurb -

ArtStudentShinsou! Who you met thanks to Izuku.

Who you'd been introduced to at a small get-together for Izuku's birthday. Your building was right next to the art studio, meaning that you'd unknowingly seen him in passing several times.

ArtStudentShinsou! Who asks for your number, claiming that Denki--another mutual friend--had been forcing him out of his shell. You agreed of course.

Who invites you to Denki's parties, knowing that the extroverted blond would leave him to his own introverted misery, and he wanted someone to hang out with.

ArtStudentShinsou! Who you don't really talk to after the party, but can't seem to stop thinking of. His piercings and tattoos and black leather jackets, his "fuck you" aura. Who surprised you with how calm and observant he was.

ArtStudentShinsou! Who texts you randomly one day asking to meet up. Who asks if you can be a model in his upcoming midterm prodject.

You agree, flattered--if not a little embarrassed-- that he thought you'd be a good fit. He mentions the possibility of having you as a live model and your heart does summersaults.

"You don't have to, of course, but because of the piece I'm doing would require me to have at least some idea of your physic. The muscles and and your bone structure--" He stopped himself, noticing your wide-eyes.

You said yes. Obviously.

ArtStudentShinsou! Who, by the second or third session, somehow, someway, gets you draped over his work table, your hands in his hair, his lips on your neck. Pencil and ink long forgotten, grateful that the studio stays open so late, and no one else is around.

ArtStudentShinsou! Who claims you're his perfect muse, memorizing every dip and arch. The color of flushed skin and bruised lips.

Needless to say, he gets an A on the project, and a new live reference.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭

hitoshi shinsou x female reader

summary: in which hitoshi unexpectedly finds himself getting off to a photo of his classmate.

↳ warnings: 18+, nsfw, college au, established friendship, masturbation, light exhibitionism/voyeurism (aged up characters)

a/n: hope you like this lil’ drabble! don’t worry toshi stans, i plan to write more full-length content for him in the future :)

Hitoshi was no stranger to 3am, as is natural for an insomniac. Not only did he find himself to be more productive after 9pm, but he’d also grown to enjoy the stillness that settled over the dorms and the darkness that creeped down the hallway outside his door. He often spent this time catching up on homework, or winding down from the long day of training without worry of being disturbed.

It was an uncommonly quiet night. Usually, he could hear Tokoyami, a fellow night owl, up and clattering about in the common area. Occasionally, the pipes in his walls would creak and groan as someone, likely Midoriya coming back from a late night run, showered, but not tonight. Hitoshi couldn’t even hear Y/N, his classmate and friend whom he shared a wall with, shuffling about. Tonight the dorms were noiseless, leading him to believe that all of his classmates were asleep.

Unfazed by the silence, Histoshi busied himself with little tasks just like he would any other night. He spent an hour or two finishing an essay, mended a tear in his capture scarf, and packed up his book bag before deciding to take a well deserved break.

After carefully placing his favorite vinyl on his record player, he stripped off his shirt, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and settled into bed. As the soft music filled the room, he unplugged his phone, intending to browse instagram for a while.

Humming along to the song, Hitoshi scrolled through countless photos and videos of his friends and classmates. Ashido had posted a dance cover that he liked and left a comment under. A little further down Todoroki had uploaded a family photo with his father’s head cropped out. Hitoshi couldn’t help but cackle at that. And then he came upon a very different photo. It was posted a few hours ago the very girl that was asleep just on the other side of his wall, Y/N.

The picture was of her, laughing and smiling as she was being smooshed between the girls from Class 1A. But what made this photo unique was that it was taken during the girls trip to the beach last weekend, and Y/N was in a bikini.

Hitoshi’s eyes widened as he drew in an unusually shaky breath. He’d never seen his classmate in anything less than her school uniform or hero costume which, much to his dismay, was not very revealing. He glanced nervously at the wall they shared, as if she’d somehow phase through it at any moment and bear witness to his wandering eyes.

Clearing his throat, Hitoshi scrolled away from the post, but as he half heartedly watched a work out video Midoriya had uploaded, his mind kept wandering back to the photo.

Though he was alone, Hitoshi tilted the screen a bit closer to his chest, a light blush staining his cheeks. One more peak couldn’t hurt…With a quick search, he’d pulled up her account, bikini pic proudly pinned at the top.

Feeling a bit like a pervert, Hitoshi’s eyes wandered over his friend’s half-naked body. She was much… softer than he expected. The serious mask she put on during combat training had somehow led him to believe she was all sharp edges and strength, but the gentle curves of her torso said otherwise.

Not only was he transfixed by the light sheen of sweat shimmering on her smooth skin, but also by the swimsuit she dawned. It seemed to hug her in all the right places, just barely teasing what might be underneath. And though she was surrounded by plenty of scantily clothed women, he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from her.

A low groan escaped his throat as he threw his hand over his eyes, telltale signs of arousal earning a reaction from his body.

Good lord, he was pathetic. As though he’d never seen a woman before, a simple bikini photo had him pitching a tent.

Sighing, Hitoshi peaked through his fingers at his erection. He’d have to take care of that before he could move on with his night.

Maybe he could use the photo?

No… Y/N was his friend and a rather good one at that. She trusted him. They respected one another.

But the thought of getting off to someone else made his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t, not when she had been the source of his excitement. Hitoshi huffed in frustration. This was no good.

Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she intended for him to see this photo when she’d posted it!

It was with these feeble justifications that Hitoshi’s resolve easily crumbled. Without another thought, he hurriedly yanked down his pajama pants, red, aching cock springing free.

Just this once.

Humming with relief, he gripped his throbbing member. Setting a slow pace, Hitoshi’s gaze wandered back down to his phone, the screen illuminating his fucked out expression in the dim room.

Hitoshi stroked his cock lazily as he began committing the shape of her to memory. The subtle slope of her hips, the curve of her breasts... even the way her hair, wind-blown and salty, fell over her shoulders.

Had she always been this beautiful?

A whimper caught in Hitoshi’s throat as his thumb caught on the tip. Without the presence of mind to feel guilty, he imagined it was Y/N’s hands running over him instead. In his mind’s eye he could see her, big, round eyes staring longingly up at him, practically begging for him to take her. Hitoshi moaned at the mere thought.

Would she want to blow him? His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he envisioned her waiting patiently on her knees for him, mouth open and ready to receive.

Groaning, he thought of all the ways in which he might pleasure her. He’d tie her up, eat her out, and leave her gasping for more. Oh, and he just knew she would sound absolutely exquisite. What he wouldn’t give to hear little whines and whimpers rolling off her tongue as she pleaded for release.

By now, grunts and moans fell freely from Hitoshi’s lips as he panted without care of who might hear. His hand began to move quicker, his movements growing sloppier as he approached his high. Throwing down his phone, Hitoshi gripped the base of his cock tightly. With a desperate whine of his friend’s name, sticky, hot ropes of cum shot out, covering his bare, heaving chest.

Hitoshi raked a shaky hand through his mussed, purple hair as he came down from his high. He hadn’t finished that hard in quite some time and boy, had he missed it. Just as he was beginning to catch his breath, a ‘ding’ from his phone caught his attention.

Not even bothering to clean himself up, he picked up his phone, curious to see who might have texted him this late at night.

A jolt of surprise zapped through him as his screen lit up with the notification.

Y/N

‘Whatcha doin over there? Sure sounds like fun ;)’

Caught off guard, Hitoshi‘s eyes flicked between his phone and his wall. She’d heard him? He’d thought she was asleep…

Maybe he could play this off somehow? Licking his lips nervously, he typed out a quick response.

Toshi

‘Wouldn’t you like to know ;)’

Copying her little winky face, he pressed send, hopeful it implied his volume had been intentional even if it hadn’t.

Y/N

‘Why don’t you come over here and show me?’

Hitoshi had never moved so fast in his life.

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Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be But what if it's you, and it wasn't me?

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whoops this thing is gonna be a couple thousand more words than predicted

How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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