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くらい食べてきました

良い旅館だった

山！山！山！

ここ来るまでは海だったんだけどね～

なんてオサレなんだ・・・！

部屋から見えるのも山！

とてもいいところ

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晩御飯すごかった

おなかいっぱいになりすぎて

寝れなかったｗ

こんなに充実した朝ごはん

美味しくておいしくて～～～～～～～

温泉は撮影NGでしたので～

でもすごいよかった

時期もよかったから露天風呂も気持ちよく

リフレッシュ！ﾊｲ！

[shouyuus]

18+, mdni, vi-shaped but what else is new

car mechanic!vi who's basically been working at her dad's autoshop hounds auto since she was like seven years old, running around handing vander the fuel pressure meter and fetching water, who grows up in the garage to the point that all vander's regulars know her by name and also all her favorite sweets (bc she DOES have a sweet tooth, despite her tomboy looks).

car mechanic!vi who's closet is exclusively stained gray tanktops, leather jackets gifted to her by all her dad's patrons, and old denim from thrift shops bc she likes how they feel worn in and also why bother getting "nice" clothes if they're just gonna get greased up anyway? who hums to herself when she's working, always has a cool beer chilling in the garage fridge and is doing her best to make sure she can send powder to caltech bc she knows her sister is a genius and is gonna be like a rocket scientist one day.

car mechanic!vi who laughs when you pull up one day with your 1960's cherry red corvette, climbing out of the driver's seat with your white fishnets and your pink croptop and your plaid miniskirt, your heart-shaped sunglasses propped on top of perfectly blown out bangs, and the only thing vi can think when she lands eyes on you is how much she'd enjoy taking you apart on the hood of your car, your thighs hiked onto her shoulders, your palm-prints inked into the bright red paint of your car.

car mechanic!vi who grins slow, slings a greasy towel on her shoulder as she comes out to greet you, hitching an eyebrow as you motion towards the car, your cheeks stained the most adorable shade of pink she's ever seen, saying --

"i think there's something wrong with it --" but when you purse your perfectly glossed, cherry-tinted lips, vi has to force herself not to lose focus because sweet baby jesus on a harley, that should be illegal.

"-- think you can help...?" you shuffle your feet, glancing at her even as she takes her time looking you over, doing nothing to hide the way her eyes rake over the length of your body and back up again.

"sure thing, sweets. mind if i pop the front?"

you swallow, nodding eagerly; vi doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on her arms and perhaps flexes harder than is absolutely necessary when opening up the front hood of the car.

car mechanic!vi who bends over to take a closer look and actually does miss the way you physically have to tear your eyes away from the bend of her ass, because holy shit? it does not help that vi shifts to lean further into the hood, a slip of skin peaking out from beneath her tanktop, and suddenly, there's a spring-water rush of blood behind your ears, threatening to drown out all other sound as she pulls back with a shrug.

"looks like the cooling system's busted," she says, scratching at the back of her neck, frowning as she looks back at you, "there's a couple things we can do --"

you swallow, "just a couple?" you ask, before you can stop yourself. you squeeze your eyes shut as the words leave your mouth. woops. fuck.

car mechanic!vi who blinks, cocking her head at you before a smirk teases across her lips. she leans back against the front of your car, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.

"yeah, for the car. but... dunno, if you wanna stick around for a bit, i can think of a ton more things we can do..."

you lick your lips, scuffing your mary janes against the cool pavement of her garage.

"define a bit... and also a ton..."

vi's grin is crooked; there's a fox-bright gleam in her eyes as she pushes off the car and makes her way towards you -- and for a moment, you can't help but wonder if she's a lamb in wolf's clothing, or perhaps (the thought singes a tantalizing line up your spine) just the damned wolf itself.

car mechanic!vi who tells you that for the car, she can either order all the parts that have suffered wear and tear, and then just replace them.

"issue with that is, in these older models, even with the parts replaced, it won't last you too long before you'll need them redone again."

"so..." you teeter, looking around at the various tools hung across the walls, every inch of space utilized to maximize efficiency, the high ceilings, the slow-turning fans, the propped up cars, some missing the front two wheels, some just a skeleton of mechanical parts.

"but lucky for you, one of my old man's pals just put a brand new crossflow radiator into his 1960's corvette, and he paid me to help him rig it. and i can do the same for you."

by the way vi smiles, it's obvious that this is the option she thinks you should go for. you blink.

"cross... flow... what?"

vi stares for a few seconds before letting out a startled laugh.

"wait -- i thought you said this was your car?"

you nod, fiddling with your hands behind your back.

"and... you've got no idea how to take care of a vintage car like this, do you?"

you shake your head, feeling a now-familiar heat prickling into your cheeks.

"my -- my dad got it for me for my 21st birthday..." you say, just on the other side of petulant.

car mechanic!vi who hums low in her throat and closes the distance between you in a few quick steps, a hand drifting up to trace along the line of our cheek.

"and you're just daddy's little princess, aren't you?" she asks, noticing with a dull ache in her belly, the way your breath hitches at the word princess.

she bites back another smirk as you bob your head once, your eyes flickering down to her lips before refocusing on her again.

"well..." she draws out the word, tugging back, a satisfied warmth pooling in her chest at the way your lips push out into perfect pout at her distance, "if you wanna give you daddy a call to ask what he might want..." she lets her words trail off. but you're already shaking your head, your eyes bright, your expression over-eager.

(she thinks you just might be the end of her; if she doesn't end you first.)

"no!" you squeak, "i -- i mean -- whatever you think is best --" you amend hurriedly, blushing something furious as vi leans back up against her workbench, her gaze locked on the shape of you, the hunger in her eyes now so evident that it sparks goosepimples down the lengths of your arms.

"yeah? you trust me that much, pretty girl?"

you nearly go into anaphylactic shock; your lashes flutter.

vi thinks she might honestly blow a fuse as you look shyly back at her, your gaze somehow both molten and hard.

"y-yeah. i do. i -- i trust you."

car mechanic!vi who wastes no time drawing up a plan for your repairs, but when you glance over the receipt, you notice that the number at the bottom is way, way too long, and you're fairly certain (even in your advanced stages of crush-induced lightheadedness) dollar amounts aren't usually broken up by dashes.

"is this... where i should send the payment?" you ask, holding up the handwritten receipt.

vi grins, tossing you a look over her shoulder as she steps out from behind the wheel of your car, now parked safely in her garage.

"nope. that's just my number."

"your..." you look back down at the scribbled series of digits. oh.

"so... are you gonna text me the final cost?"

vi chuckles, "sure, sweets -- if that's what you'd like. and if you're feelin' real frisky -- we can text about other stuff too."

your breath catches in your throat like thread around a barbed wire fence. you nearly drop the receipt.

"l-like what?" you ask.

"oh... i dunno..." vi says, the tease now obvious in her voice as she makes her way around the shop, gathering this tool and that, bending down to haul a massive toolbox from beneath a set of shelves. your mouth physically waters at the flex in her biceps as she carries it all back over to her workbench.

"maybe about the kinda coffee you like," she says, leisurely, "or how you'd like your eggs in the morning."

car mechanic!vi who wastes no time in asking if you'd like to go out the next day, because as much as she really loves the thought of pinning you to the hood of your car right then and there, a part of her wants to do this properly. and, she muses, there's no better foreplay than sharing a banana split sundae with a pretty girl.

she sends you on your way with the receipt tucked into your miniature handbag ("what's that even hold anyway?" "uhm... my card wallet, the keys, and lip gloss!" "...ah. of course. all the most essential things.") and a promise to pick you up the following day, since your ride's temporarily out of commission ("don't worry, sweets, i'll take real good care of this baby right here." you immediately wonder if it's normal to feel jealous of a car).

and pick you up she does, at 6pm on the dot, in black pants so tight they might've been painted on, and a cropped leather jacket, though you hear her revving her motorbike a full 30 seconds before her text dings on your phone --

look outside, sweetness.

car mechanic!vi who is so polite to your rather bewildered parents, smiles wide and charming, easily slips into conversation with your dad about the vintage cars in his collection, calls your mom "m'aam" and compliments her pearl earrings, promises not to keep you out too late. so that by the time she tells you to swing onto the bike behind her, you're convinced that your parents might like her more than they like you.

"hold on tight, princess." is all she says before she rips off down the street of your cul de sac and you're yelping, burying your face in her back, the leather of her jacket butter-soft and warm against your skin.

car mechanic!vi who's just a bit too smug and more than a little smitten when she has to help you off her bike in the parking lot of the cute little retro-themed diner downtown, you shaking out your hair from the helmet she'd handed you, your cheeks painted sunset as she guides you into the restaurant with a palm at the small of your back.

who enjoys talking to you way too much, who wants to bottle up the sound of your laughter in one of those old fashioned coca-cola bottles, all sweet and bubbly, and save it for the summer afternoons when the air's thick enough to slick the skin, pop it open and pour it down her throat, swallow around the sound of you, giggling into the curly fries, debating with her about the perfect ketchup-to-mustard ratio for the most optimum fry-eating experience.

car mechanic!vi who tells you that the sundaes here are the best in town, and nearly melts at how bright your eyes get, how excited you look as you nod and flag down the waitress to order one.

"just one?" the waitress asks.

"trust me, one is more than enough," vi answers smoothly, shooting you a wink that might've induced heart failure in a weaker soul (and you truly do not think you're one of god's strongest soldiers bc you definitely had to take a mental breather after that).

but it turns out that she was quite right, because the banana split is huge. dauntingly-sized. and vi perhaps has too good of a time watching you gape over it (she's not at all thinking about how your cute lil mouth, so round now, would look stretched over her strap, not at all nope, nope, nope) before motioning for you to dig in.

car mechanic!vi who thinks, for the first time, that she might've bitten off more than she can chew (metaphorically, of course) when you cut off way too big of a bite, and white whipped cream smears across your lips as you struggle to get the whole thing in your mouth, your cheeks puffed out, lashes fluttering.

"careful there, sweets -- don't want you to hurt yourself," she says, in a decent stab at her usual suave tone, but her voice comes out just a bit hoarse as she reaches out to try and wipe some of the whipped cream from your lips at the exact moment your tongue flicks out to do the same --

her stomach clenches as your tongue accidently laves along the pad of her thumb and the dollop of cream drops onto the table between you.

"whoops," you say, your shoulders shrugging up as you finally swallow the bite of banana and cream, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth before dabbing at the tabletop.

when you glance up at vi, she's still staring, her expression strangely blank as you meet her eyes. but the second your gaze catches on hers, you see the way her pupils dilate, darkness eating into pre-dawn blue.

car mechanic!vi who tries her level best not to fidget too hard as the pair of you diligently make your way through as much of the sundae as possible, before you toss down your fork with a sigh, shaking your head.

"wow, i'm so full!"

"mm... could be fuller, i'm sure," vi murmurs into your ear, grinning when you shiver at the low sway of her voice, the gentle dance of her fingers on your waist.

"v-vi!" you squeak, even as she ushers you from the diner with a bright grin at the waitress, promising to come by again soon, and to send their love to her dad and younger sister.

and fuck, she really did think she wanted to take this slow, but holy shit, she can't wipe the image of you swallowing around the mouthful of cream from her mind, the feeling of your warm tongue as it'd flicked across the pad of her thumb.

"c'mon, sweet girl," she says, grazing her lips along the soft spot behind your ear and your knees almost buckle then and there, but her strong arm is looped around your waist as she helps you back onto her bike and cups your cheeks, "god, you have no idea what you do to me, huh?"

your breath hitches; what you do to her? what about what she does to you?

car mechanic!vi who can't help the way she presses in to kiss you, hesitating for a breath to ask can i? against your lips before you're nodding, just as eager as she is, and tugging her in to kiss her. you taste as sweet as she'd imagined (and lord, has she been imagining, even though it's been less than 24 hours), the lingering taste of whipped cream and chocolate syrup on your tongue as she licks hungrily into your mouth, moaning as you whimper, your thighs squeezing around her hips, your ass nearly slipping off the seat of her bike.

she hitches you back up without breaking the kiss, heat rolling up into her neck and shoulders as she feels your fingers twisting in her hair.

"f-fuck --" she pulls back breathless, her head spinning, her eyes caught on the press of your kiss-bruised lips, the way you purse them as you glance up at her, already looking so debauched she's tempted to pull you into the shadow of the diner and take you against the wall.

but, she falls half a step back and breathes, grinning crookedly as you pout at her.

"a-are you gonna take me back to your place, or not?".

car mechanic!vi who lets out a startled laugh and cocks her head, thinking that really there is a god, and that this -- just you, sitting on the black leather of her bike, your hair a bit mussed up, your cheeks flushed with color, asking her to take you to hers -- is all the proof she needs.

"you really are a spoiled little princess, aren't you?" she asks, swinging her leg over the bike seat and adjusting her grip. your arms loop around her middle and she tries not to groan at the feeling of your body pressing up against hers.

"well, daddy always told me that i shouldn't settle for anything less than the best," you say, and your voice would've been lofty, had it not been for the way you lean up to ghost your lips by the shell of vi's ear, chasing shivers down the length of her entire spine.

her stomach roils with heat. she turns to shoot you a smirk over her shoulder.

"well then. guess i'll just have to ruin you for every other girl who might come your way, huh?"

car mechanic!vi who definitely breaks the sound barrier tearing through the few streets separating the downtown strip and the auto shop, who's barely done parking the bike before she's pulling you bodily off the seat, hitching your legs around her waist and carrying you into the shop, slamming a hand on the switch to close the garage door.

she's already kissing you by the time she sets you on the hood of your car, the height of it perfect for her to pull back and pin you down by your wrists. she thinks that you have no business looking so perfect against the bright cherry of the paint, and grins as she looks you over, pressing a knee up between your legs just to hear your breath hitch and admire the way your cute little plaid skirt rides up.

car mechanic!vi who drops to her knees, pillows her cheek on your thigh and groans as she flips up the hem of your skirt to press her the flat of her tongue to the damp patch already soaking through your pink lace panties. who's mesmerized by the sight of you arching your back on the hood of your car, your fingers scrabbling at the smooth metal, reaching down till you can grip at her hair, your lips parting over your little whimpers and moans -- she thinks, faintly, that she wants to fuck you till your voice goes hoarse.

"vi -- what if -- is anyone -- ah --"

she can't help smiling at the way you can't quite get a full thought out, leaning back as she hooks her fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs till they're dangling off one of your delicate ankles.

"no one's here, sweetness -- so you can be as loud as you want," she says, reaching down to slick her fingers between your pussy, admiring the shine on her skin.

"b-but what if -- mmngh -- someone c-comes -- b-back --"

and it's cute, really, how worried you are about all of it, even as she teases a finger around your sodden hole, her thumb flicking up against your clit, making your body jerk up. she smiles, easing a finger in with a soft groan of her own, relishing the way you squeeze around her.

"mm, well -- let's see..." she says, her voice low and steady even as she tugs back her finger and pushes it in again, slow as anything, "my dad's out drinking at my uncle's bar across town, and my baby sister's at benzo's place with ekko --" she allows herself a crooked grin as you keen around her just as she presses a second finger into you, "they said they were studying but..." she shrugs, her eyes hooded as she watches you squirm beneath her, "i'm pretty sure they're hooking up so --" she runs a tight circle around your clit with her thumb, puffing out a breath as your thighs clamp shut around her wrist and she has to pry them back open with her other hand, pinning your knee to the hood of your car, keeping your other leg still with one of her's.

"the only person you gotta worry about coming... is yourself, princess."

car mechanic!vi who fucks you through two orgasms, eats you out for a third, before finally letting up and carrying you up to her bedroom above the auto shop, asking if you want to text your parents that you're staying the night.

you do, and vi only teases you a little bit about being such a good girl, but she lets you burrow in against her chest, lets you kiss her neck and tug her phone from her hands before planting one on her lips and trailing your way down her chest, tugging at her tanktop till she laughs and pulls it from her body.

car mechanic!vi who nearly loses her mind when you look up at her from between her legs, all wide eyes and parted lips, pressing your perfectly manicured nails into the corded muscles of her thighs and asking her in the sweetest voice to

"show me what you like -- please? i -- i wanna make you feel good too."

car mechanic!vi who fucks your face till both of you are breathless, her hips bucking up against your perfect mouth, her mind fizzling out at the edges at the way you're moaning into her cunt, the way you're grinding your hips down over nothing as she talks you through how to eat her out just the way she likes. who jerks you up and hauls you into her lap to kiss you sloppy, her fingers digging into the meat of your hips as she grinds you down over her still-throbbing clit, who fucking can't get over the sight of you riding her even as both of you tip into the realm of overstimulation, whining and keening and you collapsing onto her in the muted, twilight dark of her room.

"h-holy shit..."

vi laughs, "yeah. you can say that again."

you look up, a soft, pliant smile, "holy shit, violet..."

and the sound of her name on your lips convinces her, more than anything, that (contrary to all her big talk earlier), you're definitely the one who's ruined her for any other girl who might come her way.

car mechanic!vi who wakes up to your lips on hers, who groans into the taste of you, kissing you, rolling over to pin you beneath her even as the early morning sun spills lemon-bright and spring-water-sweet through her half-closed blinds.

"morning, princess," she mumbles against your lips.

"morning..." you giggle, gasping as she drops a tender kiss to your shoulder.

"sleep well?" she asks, trailing down the smooth skin of your chest till she can lave her tongue around your puffy nipple.

"mm --" you suck in a breath, "y-yeah -- had -- had good d-dreams -- a-ah!" you arch up into her, your body soft and warm as a daydream, and she just can't get enough.

"yeah? tell me... what'dyou dream of, hm?" vi asks, letting the world hum through her throat, rumbling over your skin like thunder across a distant horizon.

you twist your fingers into her hair, gently tracing the tattoo on her cheek before smiling down at her with a smile that looks like the shadow of the rest of her living days --

"i... i dreamt of you."

car mechanic!vi who comes downstairs to find vander in the kitchen, powder nowhere to be seen. but vander takes one look at her and grins, chuckling, rolling his eyes.

"alright then -- what's her name?"

she hesitates for a second before telling him.

"pretty name," vander muses, even as he tugs open the fridge to pull out a few eggs and a half-empty carton of milk. he pushes the milk towards vi with a pointed look.

"vander -- i -- i think she might be the one."

to which vander only laughs, cracking an egg with one hand into the oiled up pan. almost immediately, the egg whites begin to sizzle.

"this the girl with the cherry corvette?" he asks. wordlessly, vi nods. vander chuckles.

"good for you kiddo -- i always told you, haven't i?"

"that i'll know when it's the one? yeah... i -- i think i get it now." vi runs a hand through her bedridden hair, staring at the carton of milk and the ludicrously proportioned cartoon cow, advertising full fat contents within.

"well, as long as you're sure," vander says, cracking another egg, and another.

vi lets out a weak laugh, nodding as she opens the fridge to pull out some orange juice and a few boxes of blueberries.

"yeah. i'm sure."

vander nods, brows furrowing slightly as he flips the eggs with an expert twitch of the wrist.

"good. and -- how's she like her eggs done in the morning?" he asks, reaching over for a plate. vi stares at the over-easy eggs sliding from the old nonstick.

she lets out a tired little laugh, "probably like... poached, or something."

vander whistles, "got yourself a little diva, huh? well -- can't blame ya -- your uncle silco --"

"okay, thanks dad --" vi cuts him off with a deep groan, nudging him out of the way to place a small pot in the sink to fill with water.

vander chuckles, "you gonna introduce me when she comes down later?"

vi takes her time placing the pot on the stove and starting the heat.

"sure, yeah. i'll introduce her."

vander reaches over to ruffle vi's hair, cackling when she tries to duck out from beneath his massive hands.

"'m happy for you, violet."

vi stills, a helpless smile spreading across her lips like sun-warmed butter.

"yeah... me too." she says, "me too."

[counterblows]

📄 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐕𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wedding night, smut, minors DNI 🔞

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Whatever keeps the nation fed 🤷🏻‍♀️

Confrontations were never your strongest suit. You weren’t always good at saying what was on your mind— too afraid of facing the reactions, especially if they were bad.

But sometimes, there were moments when you couldn’t leave the words unsaid. You could only bottle up your feelings for so long before they started to burn a hole inside you.

Tonight, a sudden rush bloomed in your chest— warm and overwhelming. You knew if you didn’t say it now, while your confidence was at its peak, it would eat you alive.

You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage. The timing was perfect.

“I think I have a crush on you,” you blurted out, voice small and wavering, like you weren’t even sure you meant to say it out loud. “Please don’t freak out.”

Miguel froze.

Mid-thrust. Inside you.

You felt his whole body stiffen like a statue. His face pulled away from your neck, and he stared down at you.

The soft, dim lights caught his sweat-damped strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. His body was taut, muscles still flexing from his.… vigorous cardio session.

His expression was a perfect mix of absolute confusion and mild horror.

(ಠ_ಠ)

You bit the inside of your cheek hard, trying not to break into giggles at how comically serious he looked.

There was a long beat of silence where you could almost see the gears grinding inside his head.

“Amor…” he rasped slowly, chest heaving as he leaned down closer to you. “We’re married. It’s our wedding night.”

You blinked up at him, still very flushed under the weight of his stare. “I know,” you mumbled, lips wobbling into a sheepish smile. “But, it hit me…I really like you.”

It was only a few hours ago, you walked down the aisle toward him. A few hours ago, he had carried out of the building bridal-style, beaming like you were the only thing in the universe.

The magic from the ceremony— the giddy excitement, the dizzy happiness. It still lingered and buzzed in your veins. Your heart was still soaring.

And now the only thing buzzing was your skin under his touch. The air still crackled with intensity. The sudden, hilarious realisation that you had a giant crush on your own husband.

Miguel’s gaze stayed locked on yours for one more, long, painful second before he spoke.

“I’m inside you right now. How much more committed do you want me to be?” he grumbled, voice rough with disbelief.

To emphasise his point, he shifted his hips just slightly. Pushing himself deeper. You gasped softly, feeling the delicious stretch as your walls fluttered around him.

“Are you gonna say it back?” you mumbled meekly, looking back at him expectantly.

He let out an exhausted, wrecked laugh. Then he kissed you— messy and desperate. His lips warm and hungry against yours. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours as he said lowly:

“You ridiculous woman. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I took you out for a rooftop dinner.”

“Really?” you whispered, still a little dazed.

“Yes,” he growled, his voice low and incredulous as if the question offended him. “Really. After everything we’ve been through— the rings, the vows, signing the damn marriage certificate. Now you realise you like me?”

He dipped his head to your shoulder again, muttering something that you couldn’t quite catch. But you were pretty sure you heard Señor, dame paciencia, buried in there.

Lips hot against your neck. Breath ragged with need. His weight was slowly pressing you deeper into the mattress, his body enveloping yours.

You laughed at his grumbling— before they were swiftly cut off by a sharp gasp when he snapped his hips forward, seating himself fully inside you.

“Miguel!” you shrieked, nails digging into his broad back.

“And you—” he muttered darkly, puncturing each word with a slow, devastating thrust, “are not— allowed— to drop— adorable confessions— while I’m— trying to concentrate.”

The bed creaked beneath you, every deliberate roll from his hips making you more breathless, more delirious.

It was always entertaining winding your newly wedded husband when he’s already wrecked and desperate. And judging by the way he was losing his mind, you could already tell you were definitely going to be doing this a lot more throughout your marriage.

“Ah— sorry, sorry,” you gasped between each hip thrust. “I’ll save it for pillow talk.”

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He chuckled lowly against your skin— a rough breathless sound that made you shiver.

“Good,” he rumbled. “Because when I’m done with you, you’re not gonna have the brain cells left to form a sentence.”

[paradiseyuri]

Created by : ☆NEKO♨☆ Respective credits to the creator ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ

[gojo-mochi]

Nanami Thoughts from a Sleepy Soft at 3am (Nonproof read(

Nanami just casually reading a book in front of you. But he’s flips the pages by licking his finger first and then flipping. Each time he does this, your eyes follow his hand up to his mouth, to his tongue that darts out to lick the pad of his finger. All the way back down to the book as he carefully flip it to the next page. The veins on his hands protruding just a bit each time as he innocently flexes them, pretending not to noticed your hungry eyes on him.

He makes it a point not to address you at all or the way your thighs keep shifting together. He can smell your arousal from over here, he knows that you probably have a wet spot forming on your cute little panties too. He teases you further, by uncrossing his legs and spreading them out on the chair, adjusting his position so you could see the outline of his bulge forming in his pants.

Your mouth drooled at the sight, and Nanami had to hold back a chuckle. The corner of his lips quirking up, as he looks over at you. His glasses glinting under the light.

“Something wrong, dear?”

You shake your head, a flush of embarrassment washes over you. You didn’t want to bother him, after all, he rarely have time to himself. His work often keeping him busy for the most part.

“I-I’m fine.” You squeaked out, picking your phone back up and pretending to be preoccupied by it.

Nanami chuckles outright this time, putting his book down and patting his thigh. You glance up at him, eyebrows scrunched together in a bit of confusion. “Really, Kento, I-“

He doesn’t say anything, but pats his thigh again, a bit harder this time. Curling his finger in a “come here” motion, that made you quickly drop everything and obey. Once you were finally sitting in his lap, he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you in close.

Planting a kiss on your forehead and settling you in. His lips lowers down to your ears as he whispers. “I noticed you were paying really close attention to my hands… was there something you wanted to say to me?”

Your mouth open and close, as you think of what to answer.

His hand squeezes on your waist as a small warning. “I want the truth now, sweetheart..”

Your head lowers a bit as you spoke. “I was thinking of how good they look. And.. how I wanted them to…um..”

You squirm a bit on his lap as you try to find the right words but Nanami finishes it for you.

“To fuck you, or perhaps you wanted my fingers down your throat, or to play around with that pretty clit of yours, until you’re begging me to stop?”

He nip at your earlobe, his other arm encircling around your waist and pulling your back flushed against his chest.

“Does that sound right, little one?”

His hand was already sneaking it way down your shorts before you could give an answer.

You nod, moaning softly, feeling Nanami’s hand rub your clothed clit over your panties.

“Hmm, your panties are already so soaked, my poor girl been suffering all this time, when she could had just told me what she wanted a lot earlier.”

He sighs out mockingly, slipping his hand under your panties and directly playing with your clit now. Knowing all the right moves and ways to make you squirm and moan.

He puts in a finger and you nearly scream in pleasure, he still uses the heel of his palm to brush against your clit as his fingers curl in the right spot.

“Next time, I’ll punish you for taking so long and making me come ask you, hmm?” He press a heated kiss to the side of your neck. “I want my girl to know that she’s always welcomed to be fucked by me.”

He speeds up his hand and you start blabbering out apologizes and pleas for more.

“That’s it, cum all over my hand and I’ll help clean you up with my tongue next.”

You didn’t last long after that statement, your hips jerk up as you came on Nanami’s lap. He held you down as your body twitches and shakes. Bucking up his hips so his bulge was directly grinding on your ass as you calmed down.

He plants a trail of kisses from your neck up to your ear again, giving you your next command.

“I still want to read the rest of that book, so I want you to sit on my face and read it for me, alright love?”

“And if you stutter or forget your place, I’ll make sure to punish you accordingly <3”

[necrostar]

How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.

And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.

Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.

"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.

@kitxkatrp

[flixx-lix-co]

i have the loop of moods, "i'm so silly i love being silly", "i'm a whore i shouldn't be happy about anything and i need to isolate", "everyone hates me and they're all talking shit about me", "oh i have work to do" and i'm currently in all 4 of them

[infernalapparatus]

If we're having a cuddle sesh, know that I WILL be big spoon, and Clive WILL BE involved

[raitonsfw]

I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW (DEAL WITH IT!)

presenting ... sukuna ryōmen x bully!reader series masterlist.

I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW (DEAL WITH IT!) | coming soon

smile. laugh. repeat until you die. no one can see the scowl that covers your face after every heinous exchange you endure; until a certain curse decides to pry your heart out of you and flip it upside down.

contains: first part of the bully!reader mini series. highly suggestive, angst, verbal arguments, sorcerer!reader.

I GO RED HOT LIKE A DEMON | coming soon

ever since sukuna found your so called 'weak spot', he couldn't help but show his monstrous demeanor within your presence- amongst other things.

contains: second part of the bully!reader mini series. smut, angst, pining, physical violence (not abuse), sorcerer!reader.

I'M SO DAMN BORED OF YOU | coming soon

[redacted]

contains: third part of the bully!reader mini series. smut, angst, surprise encounters, [redacted].

BONUS CONTENT

LITTLE BOY, WHO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKIN' TO? | coming soon

the moment he raised his voice, you had no qualms on using your fists to fight; only to be overthrown by his carnal desire running rampant in his blood.

contains: toxic!sukuna x bully!reader

EYES GO BLACK WHEN SHE ORGASMS | coming soon

itadori always knew how to throw a party, the beer spoiled on your tongue and a quickie being quite the rage in your fuzzy mind. that is until your underneath his older brother, sukuna ryōmen with his- [redacted]

contains: best friend's brother!sukuna x bully!reader

FUCK A PRINCESS, I'M A KING | coming soon

you didn't care if he was king of curses or not; there was no way in hell he was going to disrespect his 'so called princess.' not when you had so much to offer him.

contains; heian era!sukuna x bully!reader

per inspiration; this anon ask & the demidevil album by ashnikko.

[0rainy0muses0]

@waveofbeans asked: "I'm really sorry about all this." Midoriya mumbled, tugging lightly on the rabbit ears of his hood as he sat across from the red and white haired boy. "They wanted to lock you to a chair, I wanted you to be able to make the choice on your own. So... a locked room was the compromise." He sighed. Izuku seemed nervous, though not about being in the same room as someone with a strong quirk. Just about the conversation that he'd agreed to lead. Tomura wasn't social at the best of times, and with he and the boy seeming to be at the same age, it fit the best. A deep breath in, and out. And he lifted his gaze to meet the other's. "You're Shoto Todoroki. The League wants to recruit you. And I'm supposed to convince you. So, we're going to talk. And if you still refuse, you'll be free to go. We'll drop you off at UA, and never ask again. But in exchange, can you genuinely hear me out?"

To say that Shoto has been thrown off kilter would be an understatement. This situation is partially his own fault, having strayed from the rest of his class during their Quirk Training Camp experience. He just wanted a moment to breathe--always from all of the loud personalities and raised voices that had become his life since being accepted to U.A. He doesn't fit in, he hasn't made and friends, he's purposefully isolated himself from the rest.

He's not there to make friends, he's there to become better than All Might.

So yes, Shoto had wandered away, and just as he began to hear worrying sounds from the rest of his classmates, he'd been engulfed in some sort of portal and deposited into a room with a solidly enforced door that didn't react to his ice in the slightest.

He's sitting on his hands, trying to keep them still. His feet as well, but having a harder time with that--they keep tapping against the floor sporadically in a harsh, nervous rhythm. He didn't expect to be confronted by a boy around his age who obviously enjoys the color green. His hoodie looks comfortable...

The boy knows his name, is connected with the League of Villains that attacked the U.S.J., and they...want to recruit him? Why him? He highly doubts that he'll just be dropped back off at the school if he says no. Villains don't seem to be the rational sort. But for now, he merely inclines his head in the direction of the boy, silently giving him the go ahead to start.

[shouyuus]

please i BEG you to do a part two of the college roommate!vi when she says “dont wake me up this early for breakfast unless you’re offering yourself” (or however it was said) but the reader decides to try and test it and stands in the most revealing pajamas (or even subtle lingerie) and is like “would you care for some breakfast?” and gestures to herself (or whatever you wanna write!!)

18+, mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe vague continuation of this drabble

"vi...? are you up?"

you push through her bedroom door, peering around it at the vaguely vi-shaped lump of pink hair and muscle splayed over messy sheets. she lets out a soft grunt, voice scratchy as she pushes up onto her elbows.

"yeah? what's up prin -- oh... shit..." her eyebrows shoot up as you link your hands behind your back, chewing on your bottom lip, eyes cutting away shyly as you rock on the balls of your feet.

and suddenly, vi is very much awake, because there you are, framed in her doorway in the most delectable pink and white lingerie set she's ever seen -- all delicate satin and tiny bows. she gulps, her mouth dry.

"what's all this, sweet girl?"

you tug at the hem of your nearly transparent babydoll as she groans, running a hand through her hair.

"uhm... i know it's early, but --" you worry at your bottom lip before glancing shyly up at her again, "remember that one time i woke you up and you said something like 'don't wake me up this early unless you're offering yourself for breakfast' or something like that?"

vi blinks at you for a solid three seconds before she slumps back into bed with a hoarse laugh, "holy shit -- oh my god -- i did say that, didn't i?"

"mhm..."

"so now..." she sits back up with a dopey grin, patting her mattress, "you're...?" she lets her voice trail off suggestively even as you shuffle forward to slip onto her narrow bed with her. she lets out a low, appreciative moan as she looks you over, her gaze dark and hungry; she doesn't bother hiding the way they linger over your semi-exposed tits or the way her throat bobs as she reaches out to pull you into her lap.

"happy... birthday?" you say, your voice breaking slightly as her palms slide up the smooth skin of your thighs, her fingers already toying with the thin straps of the tiny little thong that's little more than three silken pieces of string connected by identical pink bows.

"mm... oh yeah. that's today, isn't it?" she says, but her voice is distracted as she leans in to press a soft kiss to your collarbone. you gasp, letting your head tip back as she mouths at your skin, running reverent hands up to the bend of your waist, hoisting you up till you're straddling her hips proper.

"y-yeah... and i th-thought -- ah -- y-you --" you let out a pitched whine as she skims her teeth along your collarbones, grinning wolfishly up at you as you tangle your fingers in her hair.

"that you'd surprise me with breakfast in bed?" she asks, hissing as she rocks you down over her, rolling your hips into hers.

"s-something like that --" you breathe out, swallowing hard as she smiles and cradles you to her, touch soft even as she trails needy kisses up the length of your neck till she reaches your lips.

"fuck -- you're so hot -- jesus --" she murmurs, peppering you in open-mouthed kisses, pressing you back till you're pinned beneath her.

"mm -- ngh -- v-violet!"

"shit," vi swears, looking down at you from beneath hooded eyes, her lips parted and pink, her fingers rucking up the thin material of your babydoll so she can tug the thin string of your thong to the side to reveal your already slick folds.

you whimper as she leans down to trail her lips along your stomach, kissing down to hover her mouth over your cunt. she looks up at you and with a teasing smirk and a wink, running a finger through your wetness to tease at your throbbing clit.

"mm -- hell yeah -- happy fuckin' birthday to me," she says, before she lowers her mouth to you and parts you with her tongue.

[counterblows]

📂 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: I thank @/weltraum-vaquero fics for the inspiration (I would get so gassed if he does end up seeing this oooh)

📄 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

If you thought Jayce was attentive during sex, you barely even scratched the surface of how devoted he becomes afterwards. This man treats aftercare like it’s sacred— and in many ways, it is. It’s where the love lingers behind the lust, where everything slows down and the connection truly settles in. Just the two of you basked in the afterglow

He’s not the type to hop straight into the shower right away. The skin-to-skin is everything to him— even if both your bodies are sticky with sweat and the air is still thick with remnants of passion. He finds comfort in the closeness. You’ll often find him bury his face into your neck, chuckling softly at how good he feels after something so intimate— like he’s drunk on the memory of your touch

His voice is low and hoarse when he talks to you after, breathing unevenly. You’ll hear things like, “you were so perfect,” or “you did so well for me.” Quiet praises and you can tell he means every word.

And though he won’t say it out loud, Jayce loves to be pampered too. If you get up before him, he’ll reach for your hand with half-lidded eyes and a reluctant pout, like a puppy that doesn’t want to be left alone

He feeds off of your words of affirmation and melts under your touch. Fingers curling through his hair, a gentle rub along his chest, your soft voice telling him how good you made him feel. He would look at you like you set the stars in the sky. It's the one time he allows himself to just exist in the moment, without exceptions, without any pressure.

Aftercare is just as important as the act itself. A quiet devotion that wraps around you. If sex is the crescendo, aftercare is the echo that stays long after

📄 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Without a doubt, Jayce’s favourite part of you is your waist. Oddly specific, I know. But there’s something about wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close by the waist that just does it for him. Even when you’re kissing, he likes the feel of your waist under his palms— like it grounds him

But what really gets him going is when he pulls you flush against him— letting you feel exactly what you’re doing to him through his pants. He gets a little shy about it, sure, but there’s something thrilling about letting you know just how worked up you make him— he wants to show you the effect you have on him physically.

And when you reach down to feel him in return— that only fuels the pent up arousal he’s been trying to keep in check

As for himself, Jayce's proudest features are definitely his arms. There’s a romantic side to it— holding you close when you’re cuddling, lifting you off your feet, holding your bridal-style.

But even with his strong arms, he’s not afraid to admit that he loves being the little spoon. Being held by you is his favourite part of cuddling.

Beyond the softness, his arms are also tied to the pride of his work. Years spent in the forge. The lab. Swinging that heavy Mercury Hammer (ouff)

He’s strong, and he knows it. Whether it’s trying to fix things in the house, carrying you, or pulling you in for a kiss— he loves putting his strength to use

📄 𝐂𝐮𝐦.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Given Jayce’s high-protein, high-carb diet and stress from long hours in the lab, his semen naturally has a slightly salty taste. It’s not unbearable, but it’s certainly not sweet either— sometimes he’s a little embarrassed if you ever comment on it.

He’s aware that diet affects how you taste (especially if you have a lot of fructose like pineapple juice). While he hasn’t made that switch yet, the thought had definitely crossed his mind

As for the texture, it’s thick, warm, and noticeable viscous— heavy enough to feel it when it spills across your skin or on your tongue. If you ever gather it between your fingers, you’d find it strings and stretch slightly between your forefinger and thumb— sticking more than it runs

Oh, and there’s a lot of it. Jayce is a massive yearner to the core, and all that pent-up desire manifests when he finally climaxes. He’s a heavy finisher— more than most— and he doesn’t always have full control over how much he releases.

Even his precum is abundant, dripping from his tip when he’s especially aroused. Handjobs often gets messy fast, with his slick heat coating your hand and his skin long before he reaches his peak

He prefers to finish inside you, but that doesn’t mean he’s against making a mess if you’re up for it. Still, he tends to get flustered when he sees the sheer volume he leaves behind— especially when it’s sprayed on your chest, stomach, and your face (he’s mortified the one time it nearly got in your eye, he wouldn’t stop apologising)

And if you do give him oral, Jayce is surprisingly cautious for someone so eager. He always makes sure to double check if you’re okay with swallowing beforehand— the last thing he wants is to overwhelm you, or worse, you gagging too much. The first time you actually took all of it and swallowed without hesitation, he completely short-circuited

📄 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.𝐝𝐨𝐜

One of Jayce’s lesser known secrets is that he keeps a pin-up poster somewhere tucked away in his lab. Something tasteful, suggestive, and easy to hide behind the cabinet or equipment rack. He stumbled upon it during his Academy years and couldn’t bring himself to throw it out

Every now and then, on long, stressful nights when the pressure of inventions or politics weighed too heavily, he’ll glance at it. And sometimes, when no one’s around… he might even get off to it. It’s his private outlet— a guilty pleasure he’d never admit

But after your relationship starts, the poster doesn’t go anywhere, but now it only serves to collect dust. Because all he can think about is you. Maybe he doesn’t throw it out because a part of him likes remembering that version of himself

📄 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

If your relationship begins during his early Academy years, chances are Jayce is still a virgin. He’s not the type to sleep around or give himself to anyone— he’s reserved in that sense. When he decides to share that part of himself with you, it’s a significant step. One that he doesn’t take lightly

But even with his lack of hands-on experience, his body still knows what it wants. The frustration comes when he doesn’t quite know how to act on those desires— how to please you, or even fully satisfy himself the way he craves. Though he is a fast learner

The first time is a bit nerve-wracking for him. He probably thinks everything needs to be perfect— the lighting, the mood, the pace. He wants to impress, even overcompensate a little so it’ll be as steamy and stimulating. You have to reassure him: this isn’t a performance, he doesn’t have to be anybody himself. That alone eases his nerves more than anything else

When he finally slides inside you, everything else falls away. The only thing he could focus on was the sensation, the heat, the closeness. Feeling the friction from your walls sends him in a trance.

His body reacts before his mind could catch up, and he finishes embarrassingly fast. He gets flustered and apologies, a little ashamed that it ended so soon. But it’s not about how long it lasted— it’s about how much it meant to him. And that was what stayed with you

If you don’t meet until after his councillor era— when Jayce is more socially active— there’s a chance he’s had some experience in the bedroom. Maybe a fleeting romance he hoped to pursue but it never ended well.

But just as likely, he’s remained untouched. His time is consumed up by research, inventions, hours in the labs and political obligations— leaving little space for true intimacy. If that’s the case, he may still be a virgin, quietly insecure about being a late bloomer, yet more emotionally mature. When he finally gives himself to you, it’s with tenderness and reverence that only time and restraint could manifest

📄 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Missionary: I know this is a traditional position that’s usually a go-to, especially for newer couples. But everything about this position is just Jayce-coded. Seeing your reaction and maintaining eye contact while he thrusts into you. It also gives him easy access to your lips so he could give you a quick kiss mid-thrust

Flatiron: This usually starts like prone bone before Jayce lowers his full weight on top of you with his chest flushed against your back. This allows him to feel all of you— every inch of skin and warmth pressed tightly together. The deep thrust and intimacy drives him wild

Chair straddle: Pretty self explanatory— you straddled Jayce while he’s seated. This usually takes place in the lab rather than at home. It’s an easier position when you don’t have access to a clear flat surface. He loves having full access to your face, gripping your waist and pulling you flushed against him as you grind him his lap

Face sitting (receiving): I’ll keep reiterating that this man is a pleaser. And a massive giver too. He worships your body, and this position is his version of cloud nine. You on top of his face, your thighs trembling around his head, while he moans shamelessly into you. This is his favourite way to be used— canon behaviour

Spooning: Usually happens more often in the early mornings, when neither of you want to get out of bed. It’s slow, lazy, but still deeply intimate. He loves whispering in your ear as he desperately grinds up against you, before easing himself inside

📄 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I can’t really imagine Jayce trying to initiate humour into the bedroom— not because he’s uptight, but because he’s too focused on you.

He takes pleasure seriously, so his mind is usually set on making you feel good. That you’re cared for, satisfied, and loved. So you won’t really be getting cheesy pick-up lines or playful banter mid-thrust. That’s just not his style

That being said, there are some goofy moments— most of them unintentional, and he’s almost always the one getting flustered.

One time, you both tried prone bone for the first time. You were on your stomach, waiting patiently for him to ease in. But for whatever reason, he just couldn’t get the angle right.

He kept slipping out or sometimes missing the mark entirely, clearly frustrated with himself while trying not to break the mood. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh at how adorably determined he was— one hand braced on the bed, while the other trying to hold himself steady.

Eventually, with a little adjustment (and some help from you angling your hips right), he managed to slide in. Your laughter quickly cut off into a moan that made him forget his struggle entirely.

Moments like that don’t ruin the mood— they just remind you how comfortable you are with each other, and how raw the experience feels. It really rounds out his more human, boyish side— which balances out how deeply romantic and attentive he is during sex.

📄 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Even with his packed schedule and long lab hours, Jayce makes time to keep himself well-groomed. He trims regularly, keeping things neat without going completely bare. And yes— the carpet does match the drapes. His pubic hair is dark, coarse, and curls naturally. It grows quicker than he expects

After some time together, you confesssd how much you liked seeing the happy trail running down his lower abdomen. He didn’t quite get the appeal at first, but when he indulged in you— when you gave him oral and ran your tongue along it during oral— let’s just say he understood after that…

He also has a modest dusting of chest hair— not too dramatic, but enough to catch your eye when he’s shirtless. You’ve made it a habit of dragging your nails over it and lightly scratching the hair follicles, making his heart stutter every time

📄 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Intimacy plays a massive part when it comes to sex with Jayce. I mean, he even calls it ‘love-making’ whenever he talks about it— and he treats it with the same weight and reverence. Each touch, every kiss, every breath is charged with intention (it doesn’t get more romantic than that)

He’s incredibly present in the moment, attentive to you, your needs, your pleasure. He sets the tone with slow kisses trailing over your body. Murmuring soft praises about how good you feel. And of course, holding your hand whenever he can.

And yes, he’s definitely a talker— whispering how close he is, asking if you’re okay, checking in with tender urgency. His favourite place to bury his face is the curve of your neck, drinking in your scent as he chases his release. As if he wants to lose himself in you entirely.

No matter the position, Jayce always finds a way to keep you close. Arms wrapping around your waist. Fingers tangled in yours. Pulling you into his chest after.

Ohhh and don’t get me started on when you start touching him tenderly— stroking his stubble, hands over his broad chest, fingers running over his lips. He would melt into your touch instantly, like he had been craving for someone to handle him gently. (There’s a whole other story there and we’ll get into that under Motivation)

Closeness is everything to him— he needs to feel connected, both physically and emotionally. To Jayce, sex is another way of saying I love you— over and over again

📄 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Before you got together, Jayce was never the type that jacks off on a regular. I’ve mentioned before that he keeps a pin-up poster hidden in his lab— tucked away where only he knows. He’d only ever get off to it when the pressure built too much to ignore (and even then, it was rare)

After your relationship grew in depth and you’re comfortable with each other, you brought up the idea of JOI. The suggestion alone made him short-circuit. It wasn't just the act— which he wasn’t used to doing anyways— it was you watching, guiding, instructing. That level of vulnerability made his stomach twist in the best way

Once he's stripped bare with his hands on himself, he’s very hesitant and shy. You keep your voice soft, coaxing him through it step by step, easing him into the rhythm

And because he’s a natural giver, having you take control— telling him what to do with your gentle dominance, how to touch himself— leaves him dizzy. He clings to your word like a lifeline

It also talks to his praise kink (and amplifies it in the most intense way). Hearing you say he’s doing well, calling him your good boy while stroking himself for you pleasure— he doesn’t last long and he’ll never forget how it feels

📄 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Praise Kink: Jayce has a natural confident streak— he’s shown it during his Progress Day speech, and again when he stood up to Heimerdinger. Public recognition feels good, sure, but nothing gets him aching quite like your praise. And not just in bed, either— he thrives on your admiration. But when it is in bed— when you praise his body, his bed skills, or call him your ‘good boy’ in that breathy tone— he melts like putty in your hands. You’d have him undone, clinging to every word. That’s kind of praise fuels him— it’s enough to bring him over the edge and come in seconds

Oral Fixation: While Jayce loves the feeling of your mouth on him, he’s just as— if not more— addicting in tasting you. And that’s not just about giving oral (though he’s devoted to that, too). He craves the feel of your skin on his lip. Kissing down your stomach. Mouthing at your thighs. Running his tongue over the dip of your collarbone. It’s all about closeness, tasting you until he gets high from it

Sensory play: This is stepping into a more risky territory, something introduced only after a deep level of trust had built between you two. Naturally, Jayce was hesitant at first, especially about giving up any sense of control. But when he finally let you blindfold him, the anticipation kicked in. The suspense of your touch drove him wild and his other sense kicked in. Your hands, you mouth, your breath— he never knew what would come next, and he loved the thrill of not-knowing more than he expected

Light bondage: Just like sensory play, this was something that evolved over time. Silk ties around his wrists, a gentle restraint just right enough to keep him in place. Jayce found himself surrendering to the moment. It was always attractive the way he looked up at you with that breathless, slightly nervous look. His lips slightly parted, waiting for your next move. Despite being at your mercy, there’s still a raw heat in the way he submits— trusting you, wanting you, craving you

📄 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Jayce’s go-to location will always be the bedroom— especially if it’s a shared one. There’s something grounding and intimate about having a private space that belongs to both of you. Its quiet, safe from interruptions, and allows him to fully focus on your without any distractions

If you don’t live together yet, then it's usually whichever bedroom you’re closest to— his or yours. It might not be as symbolically intimate as sharing a space, but he still likes knowing you’re not going to spend the night alone

Now, if he’s been especially pent-up or you’ve been teasing him mercilessly all day (you know exactly what you’re doing), then he might break his usual rhythm of restraint and pull you into the lab for a quickie

That said, the lab is always the last resort. Jayce is not the type to rush things when it comes to intimacy— he likes to take his time and make sure every second counts. But if the need is intense and the moment calls for it, he’s not above bending the rules a bit for a quick release

📄 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

We’ve all seen that scene with Mel and Jayce— she was the one that initiated things, and only then did that spark ignite. The scene sequence followed: Mel pushing him down on the bed and Jayce flipping her onto her back.

This shows a telling dynamic— Jayce doesn’t dip easily, but once that door opens he steps in with full intent

Even prior to all that, the tension between the pair was already thick. Long stare. Brush of fingers. Shared silence filled with meaning. Yet, Jayce never made the first move

It shows his restraint. A sense of self-control that makes him feel like a gentleman. But the moment you reach out, the tension that has knotted inside him unravels

He’s the type who’s deeply aroused by being wanted. His partner eagerly stroking his jaw or curling into his shirt. It lights a fire under his skin

Touch is everything to him. Stroking his neck, his face, his chest— he leans into it like he would die without it. Sometimes even covers his face with his hands, trying to conceal how flustered he’s gotten and hiding how much of an effect you have on him

Speaking of touch, he’s definitely got a few weak spots. I heard rumours that his nipples are more sensitive than he cares to admit. Sometimes it’s a pain in the ass, especially under tight shirts. But in bed, it’s a weapon in your arsenal

You’ve learnt how he twitches when your fingers graze across his chest. How a soft brush or a firm squeeze makes him gasp— the way his breath catches tells you everything you need to know

Another thing that gets him going is being teased— not the cruel kind, but the subtle, flirty kind that feels like a game between two lovers. A hand on his thighs under the table during dinner, your fingers brushing just a little too close to the flyer— followed by a completely innocent look tossed his way

Jayce loves that build-up. The longer you drag it out, the more worked up he gets. It turns him into a desperate, flushed mess. The kind that’s ready to pounce the second the door shuts behind you

Foreplay doesn’t just start once your clothes are off, it starts long before that. Even before you step into the bedroom.

Lingering touches, secret glances, the spark of tension in the air. Even brushing past him in the hallway can be enough to leave him flustered. That’s kind of tension is what gets him burning with desire

📄 𝐍𝐨.𝐝𝐨𝐜

One of the few things Jayce draws a line at is inflicting pain— on you or himself. He’s definitely not a sadist, and he doesn’t have a masochist streak either. The thought of hurting you, even consensually, just doesn’t sit right with him

He wants intimacy to be rooted in mutual pleasure and trust, not discomfort. So heavier BDSM elements like spanking, whipping, or anything too physically intense are hard limits for him. Especially when it involves the erogenous zones. To him, those are meant to stimulate pleasure, not create tension or pain.

However, there are some grey areas. He doesn’t mind light choking— but only if you initiate it.

The idea of wrapping his hand around your throat makes him genuinely anxious. He knows his strength, and the last thing he wants is to misjudge pressure or lose control. The idea of accidentally hurting you, even just a little, terrifies him

Jayce also isn’t fond of the whole ‘daddy/mommy’ kink dynamic. Being called “daddy” feels weird and uncomfortable— and calling someone else “mommy” just feels too emotionally complicated, especially given how much he respects and loves his own mother

Overall, Jayce leans more toward soft, affirming intimacy. He wants to make you feel good— not powerless

📄 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Giving: I’ve said this before and I’ll say it till my tongue goes dry— Jayce Talis is a giver. And that includes going down on you. He doesn’t just do it to please you, he does it because he craves it

Every moan, twitch, and shiver you make under his tongue only spurs him on. It’s practically a devotion. He dives in with eagerness, hands firm on your hips as he guides your pelvic higher, wanting to take every inch of you with his tongue

His stubble scrapes against your inner thighs, leaving a warm sting from how deeply he pressed himself into you. The sound of him moaning against your core is something you’ll never forget

If you have a male anatomy, he starts with slow, deliberate licks— but the moment he feels your cock in his hand, he wraps your lips around it with hesitation. His hunger is evident in the way he moves— needy, precise, and absolutely relentless

He’s like a starved when he goes down on you, swiping his tongue over deliberately, taking more from you, drawing out more moans. You’d even find him whimpering against your core

Receiving: Jayce isn’t shy about receiving either, but he’s not used to it. First time you went down on him, he was speechless— his eyes on you, half-lidded, face flushed, and breathless.

Even before you touched him, you could see him twitching in anticipation. When your hand first wrapped around him, he hissed through his teeth

The moment your mouth closed around him, he jerked— his body instinctively curling forward as he tried not to lose control too soon. He’s loud, no doubt— moaning your name, gasping, occasionally cursing.

One hand tangles through your hair, the other gripping something nearby for stability. It helps when you look up at him, mid-act. It knocks the air out of his lungs real fast

📄 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

It really depends on the mood you’re trying to go for and what the occasion is. If it’s something special— like one of those nights where everything feels emotionally heightened— Jayce slows down, he wants to savour every second of it

Foreplay is just as tender, full of whispered praises, deep kisses, and soft-spoken affection. He takes his time, reading your body like a language only he understands

But when he's pent-up, the pacing shifts. He’s not aggressive or impatient by nature, but desperation brings out a rougher edge. He doesn’t tease for long— he needs you.

In these moments, he drills into you deep and hard, burying himself in a way you make him feel. You’d see the sweat glisten along his forehead, trailing down his chest as he moves with a single-minded focus

Yet even when he’s chasing his high, Jayce never stops checking on you— your comfort, your pleasure. That connection always comes first to him

Afterwards, the aftercare is immediate. He’s especially attentive then, asking if he was too rough, if there’s anything you need. The tenderness doesn’t stop with him

📄 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I have mentioned before that Jayce isn’t a massive fan of quickies. To him, intimacy is about connection— deep, passionate, and lingering. He enjoys the slow build up, the teasing, and foreplay. Rushing through it feels like skipping the best part

That said, he’s not immune to heat-of-the-moment temptations. If the desire builds up too much and the timing is right, he won't hesitate to indulge. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s just as memorable

As mentioned earlier, the lab is most likely the setting for these rushed encounters. You both have to stay quiet and alert, which only adds to the thrill to the experience— even if Jayce grumbles about how the ‘lack of control’ afterward.

On quieter mornings, when you’re both still wrapped in each other's warmth, spooning quickies are more of his style. Uncomplicated, last, and intimate. It’s a rare kind of quickie that still feels like a slow burn

📄 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Jayce isn’t the type to initiate anything risky off the bat. At his core, he leans more vanilla when it comes to intimacy— nothing too outlandish or chaotic. But that doesn't mean he’s closed off to experimenting. If it’s safe, and something you both agree on, he’s game to try

Exploring kinks becomes something of a shared discovery between you two. It’s a way of deepening your bond and building that trust. Finding out what makes the other tick becomes just as thrilling as the act itself

The riskiest thing you’ve done together would probably be that night at the theatre. I don’t want to take credit for this idea, since I originally saw this in another fanfic, but I can totally see Jayce doing this.

Jayce had secured a private mezzanine box (councillor privileges, of course) and while the performance played below, your attention has started to drift…downwards

At first, Jayce tried to talk you out of it. This wasn’t like a quickie in the lab, where at least you were alone. This was a more public space— high society, murmurs, and velvet seats. If anyone looked up, you were done for. And he knew he wasn’t good at keeping quiet.

But one light stroke up his inner thigh had him giving in too quickly for his own good. You took your time, keeping him on edge. Jayce, on the other hand, was gripping the armrest and bit his lips to keep himself from groaning out loud.

It was tense and risqué, yet, still thrilling. And while Jayce will definitely admit it was a memorable experience, it’s not one he would do again. As far as public escapades go, one was enough…probably

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Jayce is a one-round man— but don’t get discouraged, because that one round is long, intense, and full of tender foreplay. He takes his time, savouring every second with you, making sure it’s more than just about the release

Though, on special occasions— like your anniversary, or after a particularly breakthrough— he gets a little more indulgent. He saves his energy for two or even three rounds, especially if there’s something new to try. A different position. A new toy. Or the thrill of giving you more

His stamina is pretty strong, but he values aftercare just as much as the act itself. Between rounds, there’s always a pause: cuddling, water, or just whisper praises. He doesn’t rush. You always feel taken care of and you make sure he feels the same too— it’s the least he deserves

📄 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

If I had a quid every time I saw the phrase Hex-strap… Well. I won’t elaborate on that. But since we’re on the topic of Hex(tech), I feel confident saying that Jayce definitely experiments with integrating Hextech into toys (¬‿¬)

Initially, he was a little skeptical about the idea. After all, Hextech's primary purpose was to help people— save lives, solve problems. Though… that does count as a kind of ‘assistance,’ he tells himself. Over and over again.

Deep down, he knows he has the knowledge and resources to create something that not only feels good but is perfectly tailored to you. One he accepts that, he finally gives in to the temptation

One of his go-to devices is a vubrator. With Hextech advancements, it delivers a stronger, more targeted sensation. He gets off on watching you fall apart from it— moaning his name, clenching around nothing, begging for more. Secretly… he wants you to use it on him too. That’s one of his dirtiest secrets

Speaking of secrets— we’ve touched on how sensitive Jayce’s nipples are. So naturally, you use that against him. The first time you introduced a nipple clamp, he looked totally bewildered. Unsure whether to be curious or intimidated.

But after you clicked them into place and he felt the pressure, his demeanor shifted. His whole body shuddered, the sharp jolt of stimulation shooting right to his core— making him a whimpering mess.

There is one strict rule when it comes to toys: they stay in the bedroom.

First, he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing something he created— especially not Viktor. He’d never hear the end of it

Second, he doesn't mind occasional risky sex, but using toys in public is a hard no. He values intimacy, and the privacy that’s comes with keeping those moments just between you two

📄 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜

When you’re both in the moment, Jayce isn’t really the type to draw things out too long just for the sake of teasing. He prioritises your pleasure— eager, focused, borderline desperate to get you to come before he even thinks about his own release

There are some playful moments, however. If he accidentally discovers a spot that drives you wild, his stubble grazing your inner thigh, a brush of his finger, and he notices your reaction, expect a cheeky smirk and a teasing “Oh? You like that?”

Sometimes, especially before you’re even alone together, he might get a little bold. A hand ghosting over your lower back, brushing your thighs under the table— followed by an innocent look like he had no idea what he just did.

It throws you off every time… but you’re not complaining. In fact, you kind of want to see more of that smug little smirk. Even if you’re on the end of the teasing for once

Still, Jayce would never go as far as orgasm denial. He doesn’t have the heart to make you wait, especially when you’re begging. And he definitely wouldn’t want his own pleasure delayed either— it’s not in his book, and it breaks the warmth, mutual rhythm he craves

If anything, he’s the kind to beg you to come while he’s still inside you— voice shaking, panting, holding your hand like he needs it to keep his sanity

📄 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

There’s absolutely no way that this man stays quiet in bed— he simply not the type to hold back. Even the smallest moments, like a passionate kiss, draw soft moans from his throat, like it’s a lifeline that he has been searching for. His voice is rich, but when it cracks with need, it gets breathier and whiny

When you’re making love, and especially when you’re the one that’s teasing or taking control, he’s a mess. Moaning openly, gasping when your hands or mouth move to his sensitive spots. He’s very responsive to everything you do

Once he’s inside you, forget any chance of silence. Jayce is completely vocal— praising you, begging for more, moaning your name like a prayer. He talks you through it, too: telling you how good you feel, begging you to come first, and whispering sweet encouragement until you both unravel

He loves when you talk, too. Whether it’s dirty talk, praises, or soft encouragement, your voice in that moment is enough to tip him over the edge. A conversation of desire and he never wants it to end

📄 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝.𝐝𝐨𝐜

One time, Jayce insisted on keeping a blanket over the both of you while making love. You were in missionary, of course, because he wanted to see your face, wanted that full connection. The blanket was his idea of creating a little ‘cocoon’ where it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other

But then he quickly realised that, practically speaking, it wasn’t the smartest move. Between the shared body heat, the constant movement, and the sheer effort of staying coordinated under the blanket, things got hot fast— too hot under the blanket. And blindly trying to line himself up to your entrance without seeing anything wasn’t his finest hour either

But that didn’t mean he would give up trying— he is a man of science, after all. The first attempt was with a heavy duvet. Definitely a mistake on his end.

With a lighter blanket, it worked a little better… until his thrusts started pushing it off you both anyways. Though it was logically flawed, it was still romantic

📄 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

This is my favourite part of the alphabet, we’re going to get anatomical here with Jayce’s length. His height, build, and high testosterone levels absolutely influences his size and weight

Standing at around 6 ‘4 with a muscular frame built from years in the forge and lab, it’s no surprise that Jayce is well-endowed. Both in length and girth. When flaccid, he hangs heavy, roughly around 5 inches. It rests comfortably between his thighs with a little bit of weight to it. And yes— you’ve caught a glimpse of it while he gets dressed, and you’re not so subtle about it either

When he’s aroused and hard, he’s even more impressive— firm and full at around 7 inches. As well as a girth that stretches you open and leaves you gasping. There’s a weight to him when he’s hard, and the pressure alone is enough to leave a lingering ache and throbbing sensation even after he pulls out (ouff)

His tip is dark when he’s fully hard, broad and deliciously flushed with need. Precum beads at the head when he’s especially pent-up. Let’s not forget about the veins that line the shaft and throbs under your touch

📄 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Jayce ‘Yearner’ Talis should honestly be his full name. That man literally radiates want— and not just in the bedroom. Even outside of sex, he’s constantly reaching out for you: your hand, your waist, your cheek. Touch is his primary love language, he needs it like oxygen

Before you even slept together, he already craved your affection. The brush of your fingers over his face. Your hand in his hair. Your warmth curling up beside him.

But after you slept together, that yearning multiplied tenfold. Now it’s your hand on his bare chest, your lips on his cock over every inch of him, and your body beneath his that fuels that hunger

He’ll even confess how hard it is to stay composed around you— especially if you’re purposefully riling him up. There were a few moments where he was supposed to be focused on his work, but his eyes kept drifting back to you. Sometimes he’ll murmur a few words like, “you make it hard to concentrate,” or “you’re very distracting right now.”

And he doesn’t stop there. He continues yearning throughout— even when he’s balls-deep inside you, he whispers things like “I missed this… miss you.” The closeness never feels close enough and he always craves more

So yes, that does mean his sex drive will be considerably high. A man who yearns is a man who earns.

📄 𝐙𝐳𝐳.𝐝𝐨𝐜

This just makes me think about Jayce being the little spoon, while Mel has her arms wrapped around him from behind. And she was smiling against his back too, while he looked knocked out and dazed.

Jayce isn’t the type to just knock out right after sex— especially not after sharing something so intimate and emotionally charged. The act itself means a lot to him, and he wants to hold onto that closeness for as long as possible

Aftercare is always a given (duh), but once that’s done, he’s not ready to let go of you. He’s needs to feel your skin on his, bodies tangled together, sharing each others warmth until the following morning

You’d find him tracing his fingers along your sides, maybe even mumbling something sleepy into your skin. Conversations that lead nowhere just for the sake of hearing your voice— and letting you hear his. He might sound a little hoarse, breath uneven from everything that had happened, but it only adds to the intimacy

He falls asleep slowly, his favourite position will either be his face tucked into your neck or chest, or being spooned with your arms draped over him

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Created by : ☆NEKO♨☆ Respective credits to the creator ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ

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CW: Breeding kink, Creampie

Men who mean it when they say “Just the Tip…”

“Just the tip, baby, I promise…”

And he does mean it, truthfully. You were sore from last night activities and didn’t think you could handle another pounding again. Your boyfriend still found you extremely attractive as you lay there on the bed, headband pushing your hair back, wearing one of his t shirts, and shorts that were currently being pulled down. It was the morning and you haven’t gotten up to shower yet but he didn’t care.

Your pussy throbbed in anticipation and your legs start to close together once your shorts were finally out. He soothes your worries away by lifting up your foot and kissing on the inside of your ankle, parting your thighs and settling down in between them.

“Just the tip, I mean it, ok?” You murmured, as he fist out his already hardening cock. He smiles down at you, adjusting the pillows behind you so you could lay down more comfortably. “Of course, love. I really am just putting the tip in..”

He gives you small kisses on your forehand, down your nose, cheeks, and on to your lips. Then he leans back as watches as he sinks in his cock, true to his word, he only sinks in the tip, watching as your pussy swallow about an inch of it. Your poor pussy was still a bit swollen and slick so he easily pushed his way in without problem.

You sigh out, biting your lips, waiting for the painful but pleasurable stretch to come. But it never did, your boyfriend only grunted as he kept pushing his tip in and out of your pussy. Loving the lewd wet sounds it was making, getting his tip all shiny and wet. Your pussy fluttered each time he push in a bit, almost crying at the fact that he wasn’t pushing it all the way in. As your hips buck up a bit to try to get more of his cock inside you.

He laughs and smirks down at you, placing a hand on your hips to hold you down. “Now, now… I don’t wanna hurt you, love.” He cooed, still playing with your pussy. Rubbing his tip along the inside of your thigh, smearing your own arousal all over your skin.

“I still wanna fill you up though. Seems like some of my cum from last night spilled out…”

He murmured, almost talking to himself. As he align his cockhead back into your cunt. Making sure the tip was fully engulfed, then he started to fist his cock. Moans and grunts came from the back of his throat as he jerk himself off with his tip still inside of you.

His other hand still placed on your hips to make sure you wouldn’t move. You could only watch as his hands get more and more faster as he reach his limit. Soft curses fell from his lips as he climax inside of you, pushing in little bit deeper to make sure that all of his cum were spilling inside. A few more shake of his hand and you felt your poor pussy get filled up with his hot seed once more making a mess.

You glance up to see a feral look on your boyfriend’s face. As he looks down at his handiwork, admiring your fully breed pussy. He moves away from your thighs, closing them together as he settles down beside you on the bed. One arm wrapped around you to keep you close and one arm going in between your legs to cup your pussy with his hand.

“Just wanna make sure that my cum stays in there for a while this time.”

Nanami, Sanji, Gaz, Higuruma, Killer, Mihawk….

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