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[co-psycho]

Face Sitting with Eren

a/n: hey guys….sorry for not posting in so long, I’ve been having reader block for so long. Like seriously I’ve been just putting of writing for like 3 whole months now. After the voting I did start writing the FaceTime call smut story with Eren but I literally just don’t know what to add so I’ll try to get it out before the end of November.

Since I’ve been keeping you all waiting for so long I’ll just post this to make up for the long wait.

I was also asked to post an Armin twitter link so that will be out soon too.

Cw: Oral sex f! Receiving

“Are you sure about this?”

He could hear the doubt that was lingering in your voice. Nervousness and shock was spread throughout your face as you look below him.

His lips brush against your softly as you grind on his lap. You feel his warm his gliding up the sides of your body slowly, holding onto you tightly as if you might slip away.

The kiss was passionate and slow. A smile slowly creeped onto his lips. He was going to ask for something. You just know it.

“Baby”. Can we try something new?”

And now you’re here hovering your slick over his face. The embarrassment rushes over your face as you imagine what you probably look like.

“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have asked you and don’t feel pressured into doing this, we can stop if you want”.

“No…I want to try it”.

His face now had a big smile planted on his face. “Ok so sit”.

He was laid flat on his back on the bed you both shared. “What if you can’t breathe?”

“I’ll tell you if I can’t breathe”.

“What if I’m too heavy of what if you get hurt?”

He found it cute how flustered and worried you were getting. You were asking so many questions, to many in his opinion.

“Baby, I promise if anything doesn’t seem right I’ll stop you right away. Ok, don’t stress over it so much”.

You take a deep breath before nodding your head yes.

You slowly lower yourself onto his face. When you finally lay fully on his you feel his arms wrap around your thighs.

The air from his nose was slow and steady.

You gasped when you felt warmness lap at your clit. He tongue licked at your clit slowly, teasing you for his pleasure.

The thought of sitting on your boyfriend’s face and there being a possibility of killing him or injuring him somehow frightened you.

You remember ‘if I need to breathe I’ll tap you’ Erens words.

You fully let your weight sit on him. The feeling was weird. You could feel every time he shifted his head. His nose bumping your clit every now and then.

He licked and sucked at your clit sooo slow, it was driving you already into a frenzy. His nails pierced your skin once he got a good grip and pace.

You slowly start to ruck your hips forwards and backwards riding his face. The friction of rubbing against his tongue was started to become a little overwhelming.

Your hips started to become steady as you moved faster on his face gripping his dark brown locks.

The feeling of your most sensitive part of your body on top of his face made you and eren have feelings you’ve never felt before.

It was a sense of connection that was yet so intimate at the same time.

That warm heat was building up so quick, you’ve never experienced almost coming un done so fast. Leaning yourself more back you rubbed at Eren’s strained cock in his pants.

He shooed your hand away when you fingers started to trace the hardened outline of his cock in his pants.

His cock was straining and begging to be touched or get any source of release. Pants that were once loose become tight from his hard cock. Pre cum was starting to stain his pants from being so turned on by your beautiful and soft moans slipping from your lips.

Your hips move faster as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, grabbing onto your tit you twist your harden nip that makes you moan louder.

He held onto your legs tightly as you started to squirm from the warmth in your slit that was starting to grow more and more.

Your legs began to shake from overstimulation. The firing surge of your orgasm whelmed through your body, feeling hot and heavy as a breath you didn’t even know you were holding was let out.

You rolled onto the other side of the bed panting heavily. Catching a glimpse at Eren his cheeks were flushed red, his nose down to his chin was covered in your arousal. You watched as he licked his lips and looked over at you.

“Did you like it?” He asked between each breath.

You nodded your head as a smile creeped onto your lips. “We should do that again sometimes”. You said shyly.

“Let’s do it again…right now”.

It’s pretty short but I’m surprised I even finished it

Anyways I hoped you enjoyed

[artdcnaldson]

Went 2 the bar last night and then spiraled……… thinking about how i’m a college aged kissless virgin who doesn’t talk to boys…….

Which led me to thinking about. Best friends artrick trying to make you feel better about being a virgin!! about never having a boyfriend!!! you get drunk and mayb confess this to them (or just pat. when u guys r getting drunk out on the courts at the academy). (they already know.) and talk about how u feel so lame and lonely and like you’ll be alone forever………. and ofc your boys are sooo sweet…. what kind of best friends would they be if they didn’t offer to be your first kiss??? to teach you how to touch a boy??? they don’t want you to be embarrassedddd when it does happen!!! (also they’re in love with U)

SIGH

-🩰

Babe this information gagged me… I literally would have SWORNNNN u had bitches left and right… just by vibes…. This is crazy…. But also so relatable and real like same

but yeah… it would be so on brand to have your first experiences with them on a tennis court </3 crying about how you’re just the same as you were when you met them at your first school tournament in middle school and you’ve had to watch them get all this experience and do stuff the right way and you’re on the sidelines feeling left out </3

And Art is so sweet, giving you your first real kiss. He’s a gentleman— he doesn’t push things further bc it’s all new and you’ve never done this before! Coaches you so gently and reassuringly, just silently corrects the way your tongue brushes against his until it feels natural.

But Patrick isn’t as sweet <3 he lets you show him how Art kisses you and moves your hand down so you can feel how hard your kisses made him. Any other guy would make it seem slimy and wrong but from Patrick it feels like the world’s best compliment. Lets you rub him over his boxers (bc you’re nervous to go farther. For now) while you go back and forth making out with him and Art.

SIGHHHH

[sillygoose067]

A Masked Promise

Ch. 3

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader

Somehow, the universe always seemed to be watching your every move and throwing you curveballs. So when you had told Dick Grayson that you’d be doing your part in trying to find Rachel, of course, you just had to run into her in a dark alleyway.

 You were only keeping a watchful eye for her on the news and the shady districts you passed through on your way home. But then, one dark night, as you walked through the damp alley a couple of blocks away from your place, you heard a rustle. At first you’d thought it was just a couple of dumpster cats scavenging for food—but as you’d peeked around to catch a glimpse and perhaps feed the cats the cafe’s leftovers you were carrying, you’d found a young girl instead. She was huddled under a couple cardboard boxes, trying to generate heat in the cold, wet night. 

Carefully, you inched closer to her. She had yet to notice you. 

 “Hi.” 

The girl whirls around in panic, her hands splayed out in front of her in an odd display of defense. 

 “Get away from me!” 

Your eyes adjust in the dimness. Squinting, "Rachel?" you whisper. 

The girl seems to tense up even more. “How do you know my name?” 

“I saw you on the news," you tell her. Her eyes widen as she tries to plan an escape, but you beat her to it. “I don’t want to hurt you, I promise. I won’t turn you in. I swear.”

This makes Rachel freeze. “Why should I believe you? You could lead me right to the police right now if you wanted to.” 

“I swear, I won’t do that. Actually, a friend of mine wants to help you. He sympathizes and—”

 “Fuck his sympathy," spits the purple-haired girl. “Your friend can go to hell with his pity.” 

"No, Rachel, he doesn’t pity you. I— I think he understands how you feel. He also knows what it feels like to be alone and to not have anyone to trust. Please, come with me. You can stay with me at my apartment, have a nice warm shower, clean clothes, and food. I promise I won’t let you get hurt.”

 She huffs in frustration but seems to finally concede to the thought of a warm place to stay this frigid night. "Okay, but—but remember that I killed my mom, and I can kill you too if you betray me.” 

Your heart breaks a little as you hear her say those words. She didn’t kill her mother, yet she carried the guilt of the action. “Rachel, I know you didn’t kill your mom, okay? You don’t have to pretend in front of me," you whisper softly. Her breath shakes as she soaks in your words. 

 You reach out a hand and help her up. “Why are you helping me?" she asks out of the blue. 

 “I guess… I also know what it’s like to be all alone and not have anyone to fall back on. And I would never wish that kind of loneliness on anyone,” you shrug.

 “Well… You know my name, but I don’t know yours. What do I call you?”

 “Y/n.”

…

 Unfortunately, you had no way to contact Dick Grayson, so you decided to wait it out and take Rachel with you to work the next day.

"Okay, Rachel, I’m going to need you to stay in the backroom. My coworkers can’t know you’re here, but I’ll come back to you once Mr. Gr-My friend is here. Deal?” 

She nods reluctantly. You give her your phone. “Here, use this to keep yourself busy. Play some games or read something. Stay safe, I’ll be back.”

… 

Not long after, Mr. Grayson walks in around his usual time.  

“Welcome to The Chariot! Would you like an order of your usual?”

He nods curtly, swiping his credit card for payment. As he turns to leave, you remember Rachel. 

Reaching out quickly, you grab his elbow. “Wait!”

He gives you a funny look, eyes glancing down to where you held him. Hastily, you release your grip and brush your hands down your apron nervously. “Sorry. Um, wait. Can you meet me behind the counter? I have something to tell you.” 

Dick squints at you in confusion.  

“Please? It’s important.”

He looks around the sparsely populated cafe and follows you around the front. You drag him unceremoniously to the backroom. 

“What is this about?" his deep voice resounds behind you as you peek through the door to the backroom. 

“Um, yeah. So, uh, remember that girl you were telling me about? The one you wanted to help?”

A perfect, thick eyebrow rises. “Rachel?”

“Yeah, Rachel. So, funny story, I actually found her last night, and she’s been with me since then. I told her that I have a friend that wants to help her, and she’s still apprehensive, but she’s willing to meet you.”

Dick’s eyes widen at this. “Are you telling me Rachel’s in there right now?”

You nod quietly, biting your lip. He makes a move toward the door, but you grab his arm again. 

“Wait! I need to know that you won’t hurt her. And that you won’t turn her in to the authorities. She’s been through a lot, and I think she could use some honesty.”

Dick sighs as he looks to the ground for support. God, he could kiss you right now—not only for making his job easier and finding Rachel—but for having such a big heart. He hopes that the action of looking down masks his smile. Once he’s collected himself, he faces you once again. 

“Y/n”, He breathes. “I won’t hurt her or put her in harm’s way. You don’t know how much you’ve helped. Both of us.” This time you’re the one searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. “I promise," he says. You finally loosen your grip and gesture for him to walk through the door, following after him. 

Rachel seems to notice the commotion and stands up. “Y/n?”

“Hey Rachel. This is the friend I was telling you about.”

Dick reaches his hand to shake. “I’m Detective Grayson.”

"Detective!" Rachel turns to you furiously. “You promised you wouldn’t turn me in! You bitch! I should’ve killed you last night!”

“Hey, hey, hey," Dick intervenes. “I’m off duty, and I’m not taking you to the station. Just let me explain.” He’s trying to damage control, but you’ve already taken the blow. You stand silently on the side. 

 “I think I’ll leave you two to it. My break ends in two minutes anyway.” Dick watches your retreating form and sighs.

 “Look, Rachel. You shouldn’t have said those things to her. She only did what she thought was right, and I’m not going to turn you in. I’m working on a personal case, trying to find kids like us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah. Misunderstood, weird abilities, orphans, all of the sort.”

Rachel scoffs. “You have abilities?” 

“Not like you do, but yes. And before you ask how I know about your abilities, I did my research.”

Rachel’s skeptical as she allows him to continue. “There’s something big coming; I can feel it. And I need all the help I can get to protect the citizens of this country.”

"And how do you know I can help, not just cause more damage?”

“I’m going to train you.”

“...Okay… and assuming I believe you, how many people do you have on your so-called ‘team’ as of right now?”

“You’re the first. I have more, but they’re a little further from the coast, and I was in the area.”

“...”

 …

“I should apologize to her, shouldn’t I?" Rachel asks Dick as he leads her out of the room. 

“Yes, you should. She did her best to help, not knowing what else to do and putting herself in potential danger. I don’t think she deserved that outburst.”

"Fine, I'll apologize," huffs Rachel. “You know, you’re such a dad. You got any kids?”

“Just you," he quips back. 

Someday I might have some of my own with Y/N. Wishful thinking, but one can hope.

[daisymbin]

Hello!! Can I request suggestive prompts 7+14 with soonyoung where he’s the one staring pls?

of course!! <3

request your own: full prompt list!

check out my masterlist! // soonyoung's m.list

suggestive prompt #7: "come closer, I won't bite—unless you want me to." +

suggestive prompt #14: "you've been staring at my lips for the past five minutes."

you could feel soonyoung’s gaze on you, lingering and intense, but every time you glanced at him, he quickly turned away, his eyes darting to anything but you. he was being overly obvious about it, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. the way his lips tugged into a teasing smile, the way his fingers tapped nervously against his knee, like he was trying to hold himself back.

you couldn’t help it. you just had to call him out on it.

“you’ve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes,” you said, your voice light, but there was a challenge behind your words. you leaned back on the couch, eyes narrowed in amusement as you caught him in the act. “trying to figure something out?”

soonyoung froze, his eyes widening in surprise, and he opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. instead, he cleared his throat awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i—uh—i wasn’t—i mean... maybe i was,” he admitted, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

“mhm,” you hummed, raising an eyebrow as you shifted your position, suddenly feeling bold. you leaned forward slightly, not too far, but enough that he had no choice but to look at you. “come closer, soonyoung, i won’t bite—unless you want me to.”

your voice dropped into something more suggestive, a playful edge curling around your words. the second they left your lips, soonyoung’s eyes flickered to your mouth, the intensity growing as he hesitated, taking a small step forward.

you could see it in his eyes—he was just as nervous as you were, but he couldn’t deny the chemistry between you two. there was something magnetic in the air, something that had been building for weeks, and now it was too much for either of you to ignore.

“you sure about that?” soonyoung finally whispered, his voice low but filled with the playful teasing you were used to. but even in his words, you could hear the tension. the nervousness hidden behind his usual cockiness.

you bit your lip, still leaning toward him, watching as his breath hitched. “i don’t know, maybe,” you said, barely above a whisper, “but i guess you’ll never know unless you try.”

his lips parted, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to slow. the distance between you and him seemed to close with each passing second, until he was finally close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body. he hovered there, just inches away, his breath mingling with yours, his gaze flickering back to your lips.

“are you always this bold?” he asked, voice barely audible, like he was almost afraid to hear the answer. his hand slowly reached for yours, his fingertips brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“only with you,” you replied softly, your eyes locked on his lips, the temptation almost too much to resist.

the next thing you knew, soonyoung’s lips were on yours, his kiss gentle at first, like he was testing the waters, making sure you were okay with it. the moment your lips met, a spark ignited, the fire between you two flaring up as you both deepened the kiss, urgency flooding your bodies. his hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, his other hand threading into your hair, tugging you in with a new sense of need.

your heart raced, the feeling of his lips moving against yours like a drug, addictive and consuming. the way he kissed you was different—tender but with an underlying hunger. every touch, every movement, seemed to amplify the electricity between you both. it was almost as if he was afraid to be too forward but also couldn’t help himself.

you shifted slightly, your hand sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulder as you kissed him back with equal fervor, your lips parting as his tongue gently brushed against yours. he groaned softly, the sound making your pulse quicken, and you could feel the tension between you both grow.

you pulled away for just a moment, breathless, your lips swollen from his kiss, and you couldn’t help the teasing smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “do you always kiss this well?” you whispered, your voice low and sultry, filled with the playful challenge you were now used to giving him.

soonyoung chuckled softly, his hand still resting on your waist, his thumb stroking your skin gently. “only with yoh” he echoed your words, his voice rough and full of desire. his eyes searched yours, and for a moment, there was silence, a quiet understanding passing between you two.

then, without another word, he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more urgency, as if everything around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled together. his lips were everywhere—on your mouth, your jaw, trailing down your neck, making you gasp softly as his hands roamed, pulling you even closer.

the kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together, and all you could feel was him—his hands, his lips, the heat radiating from him. you couldn’t deny the pull anymore, the need, the hunger you both shared. and as the kiss became more heated, you knew there was no turning back.

[cyandreamzaceattorney]

❁ Shih-na and Calisto Yew❁

Rest of post will contain spoilers to aai1 as I can't talk about this drawing without going into spoilers sorry

Yesterday I finished drawing on the first page of my new sketchbook and I had to draw Shih-na/Calisto. why? Because unfortunately I really like this character XD. Originally I went into why I love this character so much, but that was a whole essay and idk who wants to read that lol, but I will say this, it was fun and frustrating at times trying to figure out how to draw both Calisto and Shih-na in my art style, but I think I've mostly figured it out :-).

I also found myself liking Shih-na's dress a lot less after drawing the top part of it. I assume it's meant to be a halter top dress that's vaguely qipao dress inspired??? but idk, it's super strange dress design and after drawing it I low-key hate it (sorry). Still love the irony of her having a heart on her gloves (in the place where a sleeve typically is!)! I was also surprised with how hard I found it to draw Shih-na's hair and both her and Calisto's eyes, but as I said, I think I figured out a way I like to draw these characters and had a lot of fun doing so! Especially since half way doing lineart I bought a new brush liner (the other one is still lost (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)) and had even more fun doing the lineart.

I'm sure you noticed for drawing 4 and 6 I did different outfits for them, for Calisto I felt like drawing her in a casual outfit, I like to think for her Calisto persona she wore clothes that look simple and casual but, are tacky designer brands, also gave her sunglasses cuz I think it suits the look and, as a reference to some of Shih-na's sprites :3. As for Shih-na, I drew her in a vintage qipao dress I found online but changed the colours to match her canon outfit colours, hopefully I did a good job drawing it, definitely need to study more historical clothing, especially from non-white cultures though.

With all that said, hope you all enjoyed these silly little drawings (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[h0nkshroom]

silly doodles i did for AU things....

[puppyeared]

is this your card? ♦️♣️♥️♠️ it isnt but you dont wanna hurt his feelings

[s1llydr3amscape]

My headcanons of the Reluctant Follower unmasked back in the day vs now :3 Valerie (2019) and Vanessa (2021) + Rare human art

Imma be real I was a bit disappointed at the Vanny is Vanessa twist because off how it got spoiled already by SteelWool and stuff but I'm fine with it now!!! But oughhh rip my old Vanny design you will be my oc now!! I think I was just bummed because they kept hinting at it and like the first human character revealed and the enemy being a furry is like huh istg if she ends up being the security guard... I think I wouldn't have mind if Ness had more screentime tbh!!

So back then I hoped Vanny was separate from Vanessa and they both had similar names so Glitchtrap wanted to frame Nessie for the murders due to it. Same with Glam Freddy and Greggy think it was Vanessa who was the bad guy at first like gasps Vanessa + Bunny = Vanny!! Also they're both fake blondes and dye their hair often!! (There's more to it but I'd end up rambling)

First time drawing textured hair digitally I hope to improve more on it in the future because oughh Vanny deserves it!!!

[ask-the-sexyman-squad]

DT, Alastor, hear me out...

Your babies in one of these bad boys

"O-oh."

Alastor is completely gone. He's laughing his ass off over something so small---yet admittedly clever and funny. To be fair, he hasn't slept in...two days. However, DT seems to genuinely enjoy this.

"It's...a lovely thought, thank you for sharing."

They were struggling not to laugh, but they were damn close to failing.

"..."

"..."

"What-"

"-the-"

"-fuck-"

"-language."

"Sorry."

"...though your swearing is somewhat understandable. Are they both unwell?"

"Hell if I know. But I do know that dad hasn't slept in two days."

"Isn't he normally able to go on for weeks without sleeping?"

"He can, but there is something off about him. Like he's internally freaking out."

"Perhaps it's the weight of being a father settling in?"

"Maybe."

"...guess we got an audience now."

"What are you-oh."

Immediately, Mordecai's pupils dilated much more upon noticing that Bella was watching him. It was a sweet sentiment, and Sam just smiled down when Castiel looked up at her.

"Mhm. These lil guys...buncha cuties."

"Hm...Alastor and Double Trouble should get some rest, though. Specifically Alastor. I haven't seen Double Trouble fatigued as of late, which is good I suppose. Alastor..."

"He really should get rest: but first I wanna know what's going on with him."

"Be my guest: you are his eldest daughter after all."

"...yeah..."

[st4rstudent]

Btw sorry for not getting to asks and drawing lately, I've been busy for almost the whole past week. hangs my head low

[castelled-away]

I am rewatching bridgerton s3 again before part 2 drops and am hoping beyond hoping that Hyacinth will turn out to be bit of a tomboy when she gets her story

[arolesbianism]

Another quick drawing from last night

[zincbot]

digital art is so fun until i look up a tutorial and they're like: "multiply" "lock your layer" "blend brush" "fill layer" "clip" "set to normal"

[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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[goxjo]

♥︎ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ♥︎

⟢ ┈ ﹒꒰ the morning after your first time with him, he’s not quite finished with you FT. gojo, nanami, geto, naoya, toji x fem! reader ꒱

AUTHOR’S NOTE. yeah, this could end up being very sweet or very horny. either way, please mind the warnings uwu. also, gojo’s is longer than the rest just bc <3

CONTENT. explicit smut, some sprinkles of fluff, eepy jjk men. ♡ gojo ♡ pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, frottage, v! fingering. ♡ nanami ♡ food cw, he wears a cute lil apron and you show up wearing only his shirt, v! fingering. ♡ geto ♡ pet name: angel, morning wood, early morning stretch, daddy kink. ♡ naoya ♡ pet name: kitten, consensual somnophilia, cunnilingus, kinda rough, squirting in his mouth sorry not sorry <3 ♡ toji ♡ pet name: sweetheart, consensual somnophilia, waking him up by giving head, 69.

LINKS. GEN. MASTERLIST ┆ JJK MASTERLIST

♥︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ♥︎

ੈ♡‧₊˚ GOJO SATORU

“Satoru, can I tell you something?” You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, you’ve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.

“Hm?” For the first time, you’re hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Just- I’m insanely attracted to you, that’s all,” you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You haven’t been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.

“This feels nice,” he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.

Flick. “Hey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.” You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasn’t enough to fully wake him.

“Can’t. You’re so warm. So soft,” he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. “Could stay like this all day long.”

You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. He’s an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.

“Sooo soft,” he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.”

“Wrong!” He jolts awake. “That’s not something someone ‘insanely attracted’ to me would say.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m insanely attracted to you as well, and I say ‘5 more minutes’. Actually, make that an hour.”

You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didn’t just rush to your cheeks at what you’d call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course he’s an expert. “Come on you big baby. Wake up.”

“45 minutes, baby.” A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.

“Think you’re being slick, huh?”

“Mmm, shut up and come closer.”

“15 minutes?” you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.

“Hmm, 30.” He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.

“You’re a bad negotiator- mmf.” You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.

“The worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.”

“Deal—”

“On second thought…” his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an ‘o’ and you know for sure you’re done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. “How ‘bout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?”

You’re definitely going to have to stay in all morning.

ੈ♡‧₊˚ NANAMI KENTO

A wave of confusion hits you when you’re awoken by the sound of something that dropped in a pan, aroma of something frying filling the room. Your eyes dart to the door slightly left open and you’re suddenly aware of the empty space beside you.

You try to look for the clothes you discarded last night but they’re nowhere to be found. So of course, you go for the next best thing.

Coming into the kitchen, you’re met with your partner’s broad and bare back, and your eyes immediately dart to the white lace-trimmed ribbon tied around his waist.

Clad only in pajama pants and that frilly little apron you gifted him as a joke, one that has a pretty pink ‘kiss the chef’ embroidered text at the front, Nanami is way too preoccupied with preparing breakfast for two.

You whistle in a way that’s too flirty for his comfort. Nanami looks over his shoulder, eyes trailing your form up and down, staring way too long at where his signature blue button-down ends just slightly above your upper thighs.

“Careful, your hashes are about to burn.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, completely turning off the heat as he makes his way towards you.

“You’re not gonna finish that? Aren’t you going to—” he doesn’t let you finish when he captures your mouth, pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands reach underneath the hems of your (his) shirt, finding your slick folds before pumping you silly with two of his fingers.

“Nope, I’m suddenly craving something else. Sit on the counter, now.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ GETO SUGURU

You’re woken up by the sound of an alarm. Looking at the clock, it reads ‘7:00 am’ and you’re surprised to find a heavy arm around your waist and something hard pressed up against your ass.

You shift to turn off his alarm, to which Geto’s eyebrows furrow, protesting over your sudden escape from his hold. “Come back here,” he groans, voice a tad deeper than his usual key, swiftly pulling you close to his bare chest.

“You sound so sexy,” you whisper, planting lazy kisses on his nose and on his lips, his erection leaking something warm on your stomach.

“Really? You sounded sexier last night. Need to hear you screaming my name again, angel.” He reaches down, knuckles sliding across your slit as you feel his fist pumping his cock at the same time. For the first time, you’re oriented with what mornings with Geto are like.

The head of his cock runs through your slick folds before finding your hole. You purr at the friction as he enters you, giving a whole new meaning to ‘early morning stretches.’

“Ohh, ohh~” you hum. Your core grows heavy with need, forcing you to try to bounce on his cock, clit grinding against his abdomen as you hold onto his bicep.

“So impatient.” Geto chuckles at your eagerness. “Want daddy to pay attention to your clit?”

“Daddy, daddy, n-need you to move pleasepleaseplease,” you whine. He hooks your leg around his waist, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he bottoms out.

“Good morning to you too.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ NAOYA ZEN’IN

You think maybe you’re having one of those dreams. The best kind- one where a warm, wet muscle runs across your puffy slit before sliding in and out of your hole. It feels so hot, so good. Too hot, too good, you feel an orgasm coming-

“Fuuuck,” you cuss breathily, whines choking back a wake up yawn, and your body arches to the sensation in your pussy in place of an early morning stretch. Your eyes blink away the sleep in your eyes. Looking down, you find that black and white head of hair you love so much in between your thighs. And he doesn’t stop devouring your pretty cunt even as you mewl through your high. “Fuck, baby, fuck me!”

It’s real and it’s definitely his tongue sucking on your throbbing clit, definitely his thick fingers relentlessly fucking your wet velvet walls, definitely your pussy squelching from how good his tongue and fingers play with you at this ungodly hour.

“Grrood, mm-you’re-mm-awake,” he talks as if he’s speaking to your pussy, unwilling to part from your sweet little cunt even for a second. He was also like this last night. He told you the taste of your pussy is so damn fucking intoxicating, he could eat you up like a three-course-meal.

“Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!” Your fingers rake through his locks, making him use his teeth on your pussy just because he knows how much you like it when he gets rough. He feels so good going down on you like this, you just can’t help but squeeze his head between your thighs.

“Babybabybaby, fuuuuck- shit!” You feel your pussy twitch two or three times before he gulps, and with his lips still glued to your pussy, you could feel him release a deep chuckle at how much you came undone. Worry washes all over you, heat rising to your face when you realize what you’d done.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You taste heavenly kitten, do it again.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ FUSHIGURO TOJI

Toji wakes up to an all-familiar feeling around his cock, something that wasn’t uncommon before he had you but now that it is you and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, one arm propped on his thigh for dear life-

“God, I fucking love you.”

He absolutely adores the sight of your head in the morning bobbing up and down his hard length, ass perked, other hand struggling to play with your cunt.

“C’mere and turn around sweetheart. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

Ass still perked, only now it’s dangerously close to his face. He spreads your folds with his thumbs, stretching your juicy, clenching entrance and huffing out hot air before he drags out his tongue to lick stripes on your cunt.

“Rrmfh~” Your mewls are muffled as you’re gagged with the head of his cock. The feeling of his tongue on your pussy tickles something in you that makes you suck on his cock, releasing a pop when your mouth leaves his length.

“Ohh~ T-toji baby-fuck-let’s cum together.”

“So fucking needy.” Toji kisses your clit a couple times before making out with your lips. He alternates between nipping the sensitive bud with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, driving you insane while your own mouth is stuffed full of his cock.

“I rarely have breakfast, but this is a nice little treat.”

[misswynters]

The Noble Daughter

Viktor x fem! reader / wc. 1.5k

synopsis: You are the daughter of a influential noble house. And Viktor is your little secret.

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, getting caught, him whimpering, soft sex 🫶🏼, reader getting eaten out, switch lean sub! vik, fingering

there might be some mistakes… -.-

[note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned <3

Every shadow and flicker seemed to embrace the secrecy of your meeting, cocooning you in a world that was just yours and his. Viktor turned at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, his amber eyes widening in surprise before they softened, filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, laced with both worry and desire. But his hand found its way to your waist, as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go.

"I had to see you," you whispered back, lifting a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, and before either of you could say another word, his lips met yours.

The kiss started soft, hesitant, but soon grew with a fierce urgency. Viktor's hands moved to your waist, pulling you close, as if he needed to make up for every second you'd been apart. He broke the kiss only to breathe, his lips brushing over your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You leaned back against his worktable, the cool metal pressing into your back.

With a glance up at you, Viktor lifted the edge of your blue dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh. The contact of his hands sent a shiver up your spine. His gaze flickered up, silently asking permission, and at your nod, he continued, his hands guiding you, exploring every curve with a careful reverence.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours, filled with both longing and concern. "I don't want you to feel..."

"Viktor," you murmured, sliding a hand along his jaw, tilting his face so he could see the determination in your eyes. "I’m in desperate need of your touch."

He bit his lip and with a shaky breath, Viktor nodded. His eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your waist. He entered you slowly as he filled you inch by inch. This is what you were yearning for. His eyes were shut close trying to suppress his sounds, however here and there a whimper would slip through.

Each thrust was met with the wet, quiet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, amplifying every sensation in the silence of the lab. All you could hear was the wet squelching sounds you’re pussy made as he continued to fill you.

As he moved, Viktor's hands slid under your thigh, lifting one leg to rest against his hip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out, your nails pressing into his shoulders.

Viktor's breath grew heavier, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to hold back his own sounds. His gaze dropped down between you, watching where you were joined, the sight sending a shiver through him that made him let out a quiet whimper, his grip tightening on your thigh.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, each movement creating soft, wet squelching sound that continued to grow rapidly. The intimacy of it, the restraint you both held, only made the tension coil tighter. Viktor's gaze was intense, filled with both wonder and awe as he watched the way your bodies moved together. "I never thought..." he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're... everything I dreamed of."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss, muffling both your gasps as he quickened his pace. The sounds between you grew louder, the wet, rhythmic noises blending with the quiet hum of the lab, filling the space with a symphony meant only for the two of you. Every motion, every shift, was precise, Viktor's movements guided by both his passion and his care for you.

The tension built, coiling tight as Viktor's restraint began to slip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his eyes met yours with a look so full of longing, of devotion, that it nearly undid you. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, your body moving in time with his, caught up in the quiet, forbidden passion.

With a quiet, trembling sigh, Viktor buried himself fully, his own quiet whimpers echoing softly in your ear as he felt you shudder around him. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure washed over you both.

In the stillness that followed, Viktor pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, his hands still resting at your waist, as though he couldn't bear to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of awe and tenderness. "For loving me... for being here."

Moments have passed since you have reached your first organism and you were still on the table. As the quiet settled over the lab, Viktor held you close for a few lingering breaths, his forehead pressed gently against yours. But soon, the intensity in his gaze softened, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless.

With a quiet reverence, he carefully knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. He was weary to not hurt himself which would cause him more pain on his limp leg. Viktor’s golden eyes met yours as he slowly lowered himself, his expression filled with something almost worshipful. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, then to your thigh, each touch lingering as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His lips moved higher, grazing over your skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left a warm, tingling trail in their wake.

Your breath hitched as his mouth moved closer towards your pussy, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

Viktor's metal fingers traced along your thigh, the coolness of his touch a delicious contrast to the heat he was leaving with his lips. His long, slender fingers followed the curve of your leg, slipping inside your walls with a grace that was gentle. You felt his thumb press softly against your skin, steadying you, while his other hand reached up to rest at your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The coldness of his metal hand sent a shiver through you, heightening every sensation, and he seemed to notice, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Still alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, but his tone held a knowing warmth.

You managed a nod, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair, tugging him slightly closer. His lips quirked into a soft smirk before he returned his focus to you, pressing another kiss to your folds. His mouth moved with a slow, deliberate patience. His kisses growing bolder and deeper, as his tongue darted inside you.

Viktor's metal fingers traced light patterns along your skin, each touch careful, his control a testament to his dedication. As he moved higher, his thumb pressed gently along the inside of your thigh, guiding you open for him with a mixture of care and desire. The coolness of his touch, combined with the warmth of his lips, sent tremors through you that you could barely contain.

His mouth hovered near your folds, his breath warm against you, but he paused, looking up with a gaze full of tenderness. "You're... beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, as though he was confessing a secret.

Before you could respond, his lips finally met your pussy, a quiet, reverent kiss that left you dizzy. His metal fingers continued their journey, a gentle, precise touch that sent waves of sensation through you, heightening every nerve. He took his time, savoring each reaction, each shiver, his mouth and hands working in tandem as he explored, worshipping every part of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

As his cool fingers reached deeper, finding your sensitive spots. His mouth followed, leaving soft, lingering kisses that melted any remaining restraint. The contrast of his cold touch and the warmth of his mouth created a rhythm that had you gripping the edge of the table, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

Viktor's pace quickened, his cool fingers moving with a newfound intensity. Each motion was calculated yet filled with passion, his gaze flickering between his hand and your face, drinking in every reaction, every quiet sound you made. His metal fingers, precise and deft, moved inside you at a pace that left you breathless, teetering on the edge as he guided you closer with each stroke.

He murmured soft, breathy reassurances between the kisses that he laid on your thighs. His voice filled with warmth."You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he whispered, his free hand caressing the curve of your thigh.

Viktor's replaced his slender fngers with his tongue again, alternating between teasing flicks and deep strokes, savoring every taste. His metal fingers splayed across your thigh, holding you firmly, while his other hand trailed down to his own body. He shivered as he began to touch himself in time with his mouth on you, his quiet moans and hitched breaths vibrating against you, only intensifying your pleasure.

He glanced up now and then, his amber eyes darkened with desire, watching the way you responded, drinking in every soft gasp and tremble. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more hungry as he lost himself in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip tightening as he grew more desperate, his own moans blending with yours, low and needy.

The lab was filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies. A mix of his restrained groans, the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth, and your own stifled whimpers. You felt like you could cum any second as your stomach turned tighter. Viktor seemed to sense it, as his tongue pressing deeper, his pace quickening. His free hand gripped your thigh harder, pulling you even closer to him, as though he wanted to consume every last bit of you.

Just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, Viktor lifted his head slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths, his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression showing just how much he'd enjoyed himself. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your thighs, grounding you as you came back down, while he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration.

He brought his metal thumb up to wipe away a stray drop from his chin, a slight, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You taste... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a mix of pride and lingering hunger shining in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste the passion you had just shared.

Viktor then reached towards your soaked pussy to finger you again. The quiet wet sounds filled the air, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, creating a world that felt entirely your own. But then, a faint creak echoed through the room, and both of you froze. The unmistakable sound of the lab door opening snapped Viktor back to reality, and he stilled, his eyes widening as his gaze shot up to yours. You both turned, just in time to see Jayce entering, a stack of papers in hand.

Jayce's eyes met yours first, and then drifted towards Viktor, his fingers still inside you. For a brief, painful moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of hextech machinery. Jayce's expression shifted from surprise to awkward shock as the realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, as though he wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," he finally managed, his tone caught between embarrassment and disbelief. Jayce quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing as he backed out of the room, practically stumbling over his own feet.

"I'll... come back later," he stammered, disappearing from sight. The door clicked shut, leaving the lab filled with silence once more. Viktor's face had gone red, his eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified. But as he glanced down at you, the edges of his mouth twitched, and a quiet laugh escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Well," Viktor murmured softly, a hint of humor in his voice, "that... was unexpected." He lifted his soaked fingers towards his mouth as his other hand still lingering on your waist, sucking all of your juices as he maintained eye contact. His mouth made a popping sound as he let his fingers go from in between his lips. He then led his once soaked fingers towards the back of your neck, caressing your hair.

"Perhaps we'll continue... later?" he suggested, his voice low, a promise glinting in his eyes as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding as you pulled him into an hug. You hoped that jayce didn’t go out and tell anyone what happened. Because if he did and your parents knew, you would sure be in for a scolding.

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