#poc gender neutral reader

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Hello hope all is well! I was wondering if you could write something for blood of Zeus. I’m not sure if you do platonic for it but if you do and want to, could you right some fluff where reader is like a son/daughter figure to a lot of the gods? Like Hermes, Apollo, Aries, and others as well? Like I think it would be funny if everyone is warned to not to bother Aries but he has a clear soft spot for reader. and maybe could you include a scenario where reader is maybe hit on/flirted with in front of everyone and some of the gods get all protective. If you are able I would love to see how you would write this! If it could be gender neutral that would be grand but if not female pronouns are fine!

A/n hi I'm so sorry this took a while this was requested like a month ago I'm so sorry

Family

Platonic Olympians x sibling reader

Blood of Zeus Fandom

Trigger warnings Zeus cheating on Hera, Ares being violent at first (not towards the reader)

Ares might be OOC

You were enjoying your time on Earth away from Olympus while it had only been a few hours it was amazing. You love your family you really do sometimes you just needed time away from them and their drama especially when you're father was constantly cheating on your mother. Fun times. Well you were enjoying it until you felt a gust of wind.

Wooosh!

Hermes! Y/n yelled as Hermes once again stopped right in front of them reaching his hand up to ruffle their hair.

"Awwe come on man what is this pick on your younger sibling day?" Y/n asked in a sarcastic tone as Hermes chuckled Hermes ruffles your hair again as he smirk “It’s always pick on your younger sibling day, you should know this now” Hermes replied

How'd you even find me so quickly? I only left a few hours ago .... Y/n asked

Hermes shrugs “It’s not hard to find you, just look for the person who’s being a pain in everyone’s ass”

I mean it's not that hard when he's standing right in front of me. Y/n replied

Hermes laughs as he ruffles my hair again “Damn you’ve gotten snarky”

Honestly sometimes it felt like you're siblings and half siblings were your parents instead of Hera and Zeus

" Ok ok I get it dad." You said teasingly

Hermes was about to say something but there was a loud crash in distance then a whining noise

Wait here. Hermes said

Wait Her!!!! And he's gone. You muttered to yourself

"Of course he is because why would he even listen to me?" You asked yourself. No you didn't in fact wait there instead you wandered around until you came across a cute little village . However as you were exploring the small little village a particular creepy looking elderly couple kept following you around. Your dumb ass thought hey maybe I can loose them in an alley way. Nope that didn't work at all they followed you.

Although you were already 90% sure that wouldn't work you did it anyway but you still decided screw it. Now you were screwed. The lady opened her mouth you saw something big and metal. You smirked and took a few steps back the old couple looked confused wondering why you stepped back. "We're not going to hurt you." The elderly lady said. "Oh I know you won't." You replied as a spike hammer hit the elderly couple in the back of the heads.

" Come on Y/ n you're smarter then going into an alley way. " Ares said.

" Yeah I know I know I wasn't thinking clearly. " You replied. You swear his eyes softened for a moment.

"Are you alright?" Ares asked

"Awwwe are you worried about me big brother?" You asked in a teasing tone big mistake .

You and Ares had a sparring match and you are now incredibly sore.

When you arrived back to Olympus with Ares you were tackled into a hug by Hermes.

"Where were you?! I told you to stay put but you didn't!" Hermes exclaimed.

You were extremely grounded by litterly everyone in the room.

" Ready for round two Y/n?" Ares asked.

"Fuck yeah!" You replied

"None better disturb our sparring or you might just find yourself on the wrong side of my fist ." Ares said

After the second sparring match you two sat down and told stories well Ares told stories about war and blood shed you fell asleep exhausted from the days events.

[iisasxia]

“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.

You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.

You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.

“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.

You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.

You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.

“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.

“Night doll.”

(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)

[lxvvie]

I‘m a huge fan of the there’s only one bed trope but let me change it up a bit. The 141 are on deployment and the reader loses her sleeping bag and tent in a firefight. So now she has to share with Simon. Somehow Simon’s fingers end up between her legs👀

Ghost, in all his gritty fuck-nastiness, saw you losing your things as the perfect opportunity to claim what's his.

You don't even get to ask before he tells you you're with him.

Good thing, too, 'cause it's a little chilly at night, so when you finally settle down for the night, you're... mighty close to Ghost. Close enough to feel his heat, yeah, but you ain't touching.

Not yet. Until you finally do and he says, "Fuck it."

And now he has his fingers knuckle deep inside you.

"Gotta keep 'em warm," Ghost says gruffly as he pumps 'em in and out. FuckfuckfuckyouwannamoanohfuckGhost—

"Keep it in. Can't attract attention." Not a suggestion, an order, and you're left whimpering and trying your damndest not to get too loud as he finger bangs the fuck out of you.

[nanamis-princess]

Waking up next to them headcanons: jjk edition

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Includes: nanami kento, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, geto suguru, Shoko Ieiri & nobara kugisaki

Nanami kento ♡

His body is close to yours and at least one of your fingers is intertwined with his.

e needs a little space to fall asleep but he cuddles you until you’re fully asleep if that’s what you prefer. Sometimes he’s so tired he just ends up falling asleep like that.

he’s also the type to need at least 20 minutes of silence before talking when he wakes up. he just prefers to listen to every little thing. The sounds of outside, your soft breathing if you’re still asleep and the sound of his old alarm clock ticking quietly.

when you wake up and he notices you looking at him he gives a soft smile and leans to kiss your temple.

he lightly brushed his fingers over your skin, he listens to you talk about the weird dream you just had.

if you guys have time in the morning he makes your drink of choice and his coffee. As you both relax in bed taking slow sips before its time to start the day.

Yuji itadori ♡

he loves falling asleep listening to your heartbeat, he knows it sounds creepy so he’s less likely to tell you. But it soothes him.

He also loves holding you as you listen to his heartbeat.

has one limp off the bed most of the time, his arm dangling off or one of his legs.

gives happy hums when you talk to him and he’s still half asleep.

Thinks about what you two can make for breakfast together but doesn’t mind going somewhere to eat.

drools slightly in his sleep and kind snores but not really loud.

Aways kind of rushing in the morning because he spends too much time being lazy in bed with you. A lot of “just five more minutes of cuddles please” he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

-definitely a deep sleeper

Megumi fushiguro ♡

when he finally wakes up, he rolls over to lay on you. He buries his face into your neck as you give him a soft “good morning sleepyhead”. He lets out a hum before mumbling “morning”, he places a soft kiss on your neck.

he enjoys cuddling you and spending time with you in the morning.

he’s a kinda a deep sleeper unless you get up to go to the bathroom then he’s up and looking at you like “what’s going on?”.

I also believe he needs silence in the morning like nanami.

he gets coffee/breakfast delivered so you guys don’t have to lift a finger unless necessary. But also enjoys cooking with you too, he’s not completely against it.

Gojo Satoru ♡

he is either all up on you or all the way on the edge.

he’s a blanket hog, he told me himself.

when he wakes up and notices your next to him he becomes touchy. His hand on your waist lazily pulling you closer into him. His head laying slightly above yours and kisses the top of your head.

he’s a morning person. he likes having mornings with the widow/curtains open letting the sunshine in and cool air.

if he knows you need to be up he will wake you up by gently rubbing your back and calling you softly.

but if you get to sleep in he admires you while you sleep. During battle he does briefly think of these moments and what he truly is willing to protect.

Geto suguru ♡

he’s most likely always awake before you. last one asleep and first one awake.

he also likes watching you sleep lol, but not in the creepy way

he admires your features and looks for any signs of discomfort in your sleep from a nightmare.

slowly and gently moves a piece of hair out of your face if it’s not done up.

wakes you up with gentle kisses on your cheek, he lets out a hum of happiness when he hears you start to wake up.

as you are waking up he has his little routine of brushing his hair while listening to you talk about your dream. He puts his hair into a messy bun before kissing your cheek then he’s off to get you water along with his second cup of coffee.

Shoko Ieiri ♡

9 times out of 10 you wake up to her cuddled up against your back or her laying her head on your chest.

she’s not much of a morning person but once she’s gotten over the fact she has to wake up and start the day, she’s happy to be next to you.

If by some chance she’s up before you she places soft kisses on your shoulder or your cheek. She doesn’t want to bother you, she’d rather let you sleep.

her sheets smell like eucalyptus with a hint of mint and nicotine. She loves the sleep sprays.

love love loves lazy mornings with you when she doesn’t have to work. Drinking coffee or tea in bed and not leaving till noon probably.

Nobara Kugisaki ♡

not. a. morning. person.

hits snooze at least three times before waking up. She huffs into your arm as she rolls over to face you.

prefers falling asleep being little spoon, she loves if you have a arm draped around her or your leg

she stares at you as she begins to wake up, in general just processing being awake and the other half admiring you.

she then rolls on top of you and has a staring contest. Whoever loses goes to pick up coffee.

snuggles into you before getting up and gives you a peck on the lips.

only answers you in hums of yes or no for the first thirty minutes of being awake.

[lady-phasma]

Unreserved

Feyd x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI; penetration, oral sex (reader receiving), not really soft but maybe - maybe soft!dom Feyd?, spit as lube, kinda rough sex

Summary: Feyd can be himself with you and vents his frustration, no plot, just smut. no beta, appx. 1.8k words.

a/n: no physical description of reader; reader is not shocked by violence, very similar to Feyd himself was my goal anyway.

Feyd swept everything off the table with one stroke. His yell almost vibrated the walls. He was cool, calculated, stoic even, when he was in public. Here, however, just the two of you, he could let the emotions out. The only other place this was possible for him was in the arena. He stood, fists holding his weight on the tabletop, breathing heavily. His brow was furrowed, but began to soften.

You rose from your chair, barely rattled by his outburst. It wasn’t directed at you. As you walked toward him you assessed his state. He was angrier than you had seen in a while. The move from Giedi Prime had been a difficult one. He was honored to be named governor, but there was more here. Something new, perhaps.

You stood next to him, trailed your fingers up his forearm. The muscles and tendons were straining with his anger, like a bow string pulled taught. But at your touch he let his head droop forward just a little. It was enough encouragement that you continued to stroke up his bicep. You let your hand rest on his shoulder for a moment, watching, reading his body. His breathing had slowed but his fists still pressed hard against the table.

“My darling,” you smiled at him. You tilted your head to try to read his face. “What has happened?” He didn’t look up at you, but closed his eyes and growled. He straightened so swiftly that you snatched your hand away.

“My brother,” he finally turned to look at you. “Rabban is useless and has wasted so much time on these… Fremen.” He spat the final word.

You took a step closer to him. You held his gaze as you reached to stroke his perfectly smooth neck, your thumb caressing the back of his jaw, just below his ear. His brow began to relax but his jaw was still clenched tight with rage and frustration.

“You can make up for lost time,” you spoke low and soft. “You can correct his mistakes.”

“I have already taken steps to do so. We have begun preparations to burn them out of their rat holes.” His jaw relaxed slightly. You moved your hand further up his neck, fingers stroking the back of his head. He nearly closed his eyes as he pressed his head lightly into your palm.

Feyd exhaled and looked at you. His black teeth glinted as his lips parted, not in a smile, in something more like a sneer. You knew that look. He narrowed his eyes. Suddenly his hand was on your throat, his thumb pushing your chin up slightly. You smiled at him. He held you this way, not squeezing, for a moment before he leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t a passionate kiss. Feyd was hungry, needy, searching for control.

You gave it to him. You slid your other hand up his chest to his neck and pressed your body against his. You let his tongue rove in your mouth as you moaned quietly. Feyd’s hand slid from your throat to your neck. His other hand gripped your waist firmly. When he pulled away you were more than a little breathless and lightheaded. He grinned at you. He moved your hands off his body and surprised you when he knelt.

He began to slide your pants off your hips and chills spread over your body. He guided you to step out of them. Then he slid his hands up the back of your thighs and cupped your ass in his hands. He flicked his eyes up to you briefly. You licked your lips.

Feyd placed his lips against you, his tongue flicking out lightly to taste you. You grasped the edge of the table as you felt a shiver run up your spine. You tried to watch him, watch his perfect lips on you, but your eyelids were heavy. He licked again. His breath was hot on your skin. When he took you into his mouth you did close your eyes. Your legs shook as he sucked and licked every part of you. He made the most lewd sounds, moaning and growling between your thighs.

You instinctively placed your free hand on his head as the tension in your core tightened. You felt his silent laugh vibrate through you. You were nearly panting with pleasure. Feyd’s hands roamed across your backside, fingers dipping under, between, anywhere he wanted. The sloppy, obscene sounds he made combined with the deft movements of his tongue fueled the heat in your belly. You felt muscles start to clench and relax, clench and relax. He held you steady with one hand on your ass and moved the other to explore where his lips and tongue could not reach. He stroked rhythmically against the exact spot he knew would unravel you.

“Oh Feyd,” you groaned. You stroked his head, trying not to press him hard against you. “I’m so close. Shit. I’m close.” He hummed in response. The feeling of that sound was almost enough to finish you. Then he stopped, leaned back, and looked up at you. You opened your eyes as you dropped your hand from his head. The sudden loss of his mouth from your skin was agony. But the look on his self-satisfied face, those glistening wet lips, his tongue languidly licking them… you had never seen anything as beautiful in your life. He raked his hand across his lips, wiping off the mess. You grinned.

He stood without speaking. His eyes glinted with something almost mischievous and you could see his erection straining against his pants. You swallowed dryly. Then he grabbed you by the hips and turned you to face the table. The force of the movement made you slap your palms on the table’s surface.

“Good,” Feyd growled from behind you. You grinned and shuddered. You could feel his eyes appreciating your exposed position. Then you heard him unfasten his pants. You leaned forward and placed your forearms on the table, giving him a better view. He groaned quietly as he watched. Then he spit on his hand and you could hear him stroking his cock.

Feyd took one step toward you and grabbed your hip. He stroked a few more times then positioned himself at your entrance. He moved his hand to your other hip as he slid in. So very slowly. He exhaled a sound that wasn’t quite a sigh. It was a sound of immense pleasure and familiarity. He pulled out slightly and then slid in just a bit deeper, once, twice more, until he was balls deep inside you. He stayed there for a moment. Your eyes were closed, forehead almost resting on the tabletop. You had been murmuring his name and obscenities until he paused.

He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back into you fully with one stroke. You moaned, open-mouthed. He slid one hand up your back as he repeated the motion. Then he leaned forward just enough to grasp your shoulder for leverage. His cock went further than you thought possible as he pulled you back into his hips. You breathed his name.

At the sound of his name, Feyd began to pound into you. You gasped with almost every stroke. They were deep and long. He began to quicken the pace and you managed to glance over your shoulder. His eyes were focused intently on his cock disappearing inside you. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He liked what he saw immensely. You groaned and clenched around his cock. He fucked you harder for that and you let your head drop between your shoulders. The movement of your bodies and the sound of skin against skin were overwhelming. Your panting moans and Feyd’s quick breaths made the heat in your core build and twist. Like the tightening of a spring, you felt your climax building.

He slid his hand from your hip, up your side, and around to your chest. He all but slumped against your back, leaving no space between your bodies, as he pumped harder, faster into you. He tapped a booted foot at the inside of your ankle, signaling you to spread your legs wider. You did. He adjusted his hips and you made an unintelligible sound with his next stroke. It may have been his name, it didn’t matter, his cock hit a spot that made you feel as if you might lose your mind if you didn’t come soon.

Feyd growled with approval at the sounds he brought from you. He made his own delicious noises as he sped up. His grunts pushed you closer to the edge. You felt the coiling, tugging beginnings of your climax. Feyd also felt it, from deep inside you.

“Come for me,” just above a whisper, his voice full of gravel. “Come on my cock for me.” His words broke the dam holding you back. You gasped and cursed. He thrust his cock through the tightening of your muscles as you came. He was relentless. Your mind went blank and you squeezed your eyes closed.

“Fuck!” you yelled as your climax shook you. You leaned heavily against the table for support. Feyd didn’t hesitate or slow. He chased his climax as fiercely as he had brought about yours. The force of his thrusts pushed you closer to the table. You tried to brace yourself but could barely muster the strength.

Feyd barely pulled out at all; short, quick, deep thrusts were what he needed. His fingers dug into your flesh for purchase, leverage, in order to achieve the release he was so close to. You were nearly delirious listening to his muttering and groaning. Then you felt the rhythm falter. His strokes were barely strokes at all, his cocked stayed buried almost completely inside you. On one last thrust he stayed deep in you, his cum spilling out, warm between you.

You gasped as he said your name and ground his hips against you. You were panting, slightly dizzy from overstimulation. His breathing was loud from behind you, but slowing. You dreaded the inevitable: he would pull away from you and the empty feeling would seem, momentarily, stronger than the aftershocks of your climax. You didn’t whimper as he pulled out of you. You bit down on your lip and let your head drop back to the table.

Feyd chuckled. You looked at him as you slowly straightened up. He was tucking his cock back in his pants. You shot him a playfully suspicious glance.

“Thoroughly ruining you always improves my mood.” He grinned as he watched you stand shakily. He took your chin in his hand, between thumb and forefinger, and kissed you quickly and deeply. He pulled back and looked in your eyes. You smiled at him. His face was relaxed, all of his frustrations spent inside you.

Masterlist (with more Feyd)

[sobasicallyimpoppee]

Imagine them wearing this shirt 🫶🏾

[hoshigray]

i’m not sure if you’re currently writing for ushijima but if you are/will, could u write something smutty about reader telling him that they have an oral fixation 🤞 (i haven’t really seen any of your works for ushijima so i’m quite curious about how you write him. love your toji works, btw! <3)

Mouth on Body Experience

Oml you're my first HQ!! request, noonie! :00 Tbh with you, I never posted any of my HQ!! works because it was during a time when I was on and off with writing (not to mention it was chara x chara stuff bc I wasn't into x reader stuff back then), so this surprised me when I saw it in my inbox, lol. But I love Ushijima sm, like he's so cool and is definitely one of my top characters in the entire series!! Hope I did him justice in my writing since it's been so long, ty for this prompt! o(≧▽≦)o

Also, s/o to my wonderful mootie, @cu7ie, for helping me out with this!! I hope your day is going swell and wish nothing but good vibes your way~~ ☆ mwah-mwah!!

Cw: Ushijima x reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving)/blowjob + handjob; implied first time giving him a bj - teasing; biting/sucking on the body (reader exploring Ushi's body with their mouth) - humping + grinding - tiny overstimulation for Ushi - pet names (baby, love) - kissing/makeout session - minor ball worship - Ushi is a bit confused but supportive - will proofread later :P. Wc: 2.6k

You peek through the door to the bedroom, taking the silence into account despite knowing someone is occupying the space. He prefers silence anyway, so it's no surprise that the television isn't even on. The only things that bring life into the room are the warm colors of the sunset painting the walls and your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed.

Having Wakatoshi Ushijima as your boyfriend is one of the many mysteries to the world and you. As many outside observers would think, being in a relationship with the guy has been quite a journey. Not to say that is a bad thing, though. If anything, it's been going rather well.

Going into the relationship knowing you'd be dating one of the world's Olympic powerhouse volleyball players was intimidating enough. Yet, it's a different story actually meeting and talking with him in person, his fierce aura adequate to suffocate you then and there. But as the days go by and things calm down, you two slowly but surely feel comfortable in each other's presence. You start acting like a couple and expressing your love naturally.

You knock on the door, waiting for his permission before proceeding inside. When you hear his voice call to you, you move past the entrance and enter his room.

On the edge of the bed sat Ushijima in his usual comfortable house wear comprising of a plain white tee and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the item in his hands, a book that his eyes diligently skimmed from page to page. His concentration doesn't hinder until he notices you walking up to him, his face lifted slightly to look at your figure entirely.

"Hey," you greet him, to which he returns with an incline of his head. "What're you reading?"

"It's the book you left here last night," his deep voice still has you hard to believe, but it's become a welcoming timbre in your everyday life and is now something you love to hear. "I saw the reviews on the back and it had me interested."

You lift a brow. "You read the reviews on the cover?"

He lifts a brow in return. "Are they meant to be ignored?"

The giggle is stifled, trying to exit your lips. So thorough. "No, no, you can read them. Most people will read because of a cover or if the writer is their favorite." Your boyfriend watches you sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder as he returns to his reading. I bet he's gonna read the author's notes at the end when he's done.

You chuckle at your own joke, but Ushijima doesn't pay any mind, just putting an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. The two of you relish in each other's company; the warm hues peeking through the window blinds cover your backs with an imperceptible blanket of warmth.

With the rise and fall of his shoulder, you bask in the sun's dying glow while your breathing syncs with the man next to you. This moment almost fills you with peace, embracing the domestic feel within this space between you and your boyfriend.

But, again, it almost does the job. Because you remember why you even came into his space in the first place and the butterflies in your stomach party to your dreadful dismay.

You peer up to look at Ushijima, who keeps reading until you call for his attention. "Hey, Toshi?" His olive eyes flicker to you when you use his nickname, and your heart skips a bit when he immediately shifts his engagement to you. "C-Can I kiss you?" You don't know why you stammered around your words; it was a simple request, nothing too extreme. It's not like you two have never kissed before, but the idea in your head makes it nerve-wracking.

The tall man displays no reaction outside of a slight lift of a brow, but no words are needed when he places the book down by his side and his hand rest on your soft cheek. Your eyes instinctively close when his face decreases the gap between you, and firm, smooth lips land on your plump own. Just when you would sink into his touch, he withdraws himself from you, leaving a tiny whimper to exit your mouth.

"Can..." Your hand finds its way to the big one on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek's surface. "Can I have another?"

Again, he doesn't use his words, just inclining his head towards you to kiss you. It's a few seconds longer than the last before he removes himself again, only for you to grip his shirt to restrict him. "Another, please..." your voice dials to a whisper, and a soft moan is shared when his lips return to yours. He retires again. "Anoth—"

Before long, Ushijima shushes your pleas with kisses without further approval. His hands bring you closer to him, and — before you know it — he's now on his back to the bed with you straddling him. Large palms roam around your waist and hips while you kiss him back, slowly venturing further down with each hump of the hips to gently grasp your ass.

There's no point in restraining the moans that naturally flee out of your mouth. This is what you wanted; this is what you came to the room for.

Well, to be specific, it's leading to what you came here for.

Throughout this relationship, you have yet to disclose your oral fixation. Perhaps it's because being with a man like Ushijima still intimidates you to share your sexual interests with the man. Nonetheless, it's something you've been longing to share with him. There have been instances where it would sneak in through your intimate moments, yet you choose to stop yourself and not ruin the atmosphere with your boyfriend.

So you've resorted to relinquishing this craving with activities to keep you busy: the usually chewing gum, biting or sucking on your tongue, or chewing on your nails.

Regardless, today is the day you try to initiate this part of your being with Ushijima. You've been dying to have your mouth on his body for the longest time — especially with how attractive and well-built the man is has been driving you crazy.

It all excites you, enthralls you. However, you snap back to reality when you hear a hot groan from the man you're straddling, realizing you're still kissing him. To your horror, finding yourself sucking on his tongue, you quickly exit off the bed. Heavy pants from the two of you fill the bedroom, and your wide eyes look into his hooded dirty gold ones.

"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi!" You're quick to throw apologies his way. "I got a little ahead of myself!"

"Mmm. It's fine." He nonchalantly reassures you, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand.

Yet, you continue to ramble on. "No, really, sorry about that! I got a little carried away. I was thinking too much..."

"Thinking about what?"

Oh shit.

Now why the hell would you put yourself out like that? "Huh?" You try to play dumb despite understanding it won't work on him.

Ushijima exhales through his nose before hoisting himself up from the bed. "It's pointless to back out of something when you're the one who's done it." His blunt words hit like knives to your figure, internally groaning as he stands up in front of you. "What's on your mind, Y/n?"

Oh fuck, I've done it now. There is no way out of this; you'll have to tell him what's been troubling you recently.

"I...I wanna—Okay. So, I have this thing with my mouth, right?" You can tell the expression on Ushijima's face doesn't coincide with the supportive nod. "It's like...It's a habit of mine where I use my mouth on stuff to stimulate myself?" At this point, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just get this over with, me! I can't take it!!

"So, I've been thinking of...you know," your mind and gut are doing gymnastics, toying with your uncomfortableness to this entire situation. "I want to use my mouth...on your body...."

Olive brown brows furrow and you quickly sprout more nonsense. "Th-That's unless you're okay with it! If you don't think you're okay with it or you feel discomfort, then I won't be hurt in any way! It's totally up to you because I can just—"

"Y/n." Your rambles are muted by the use of your name, his brows still scrunched with an indistinct expression. "I'm not following: why would you want to use your mouth on my body?"

"Well, because," your face gets hot by the second: not just from you revealing your secret, but also your boyfriend asking questions. "I like your body, Toshi. Especially with how nice your physique is, I just kinda want to...play with it a little? Make you feel good..."

Ushijima's facial expression molds to a softer tone when you confess to him, and his eyes drift to the side as if he's searching for the right words to say. It makes you anxious with how in-depth he's taking this into heart, so you squeak when his goldish orbs return to you. "Is it something that I can help with?"

"Umm, yes, yeah!" Confirmation stammers out your lips. "I mean, as long as you're up for it."

He places his hands on your waist to bring you close to him. "I am."

He looks at you with hooded eyes, and the romantic tension from before fills the room. "Yeah?" Your voice winds down to a murmur.

"Yeah." His voice lowers as his head comes down to you, and your lips once again welcome the feel of his.

And with that, Ushijima finds himself back on the bed with you on top of him. You carry more confidence than previously as your kisses become more passionate and hot, teeth bumping into each other and you nibbling on his lip, resulting in abrupt groans.

Your hands venture down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly raising it inch by inch. And Ushijima notices your desire for access, and a big hand engulfs yours and lifts the shirt to reveal his abdomen and pectorals.

Kisses from the mouth trail down to his neck and clavicle, and he tries to stop himself from moaning to your sweet touches. Your lips pepper all that's exposed to you, quick licks onto his pecs, and gentle bites on his nipples. It's evident now that the man is enjoying your actions, limiting the pleasure in his voice while his hands stick to your waist as his hips rock with yours.

Your hand sneaks down from his well-defined abs to his pelvis, fingers intruding under the band of his sweatpants and brushing against the soft material of his briefs that shield his now erect cock from your mere fingertips. Ushijima hums with his baritone voice, large palms dare calm down to your butt and knead the flesh, and you purr to his firm grasp.

"May I use my mouth?" It was a tiny suggestion, yet there was a distinct connotation. You haven't ever given your boyfriend a blowjob before, so this was new waters you were treading cautiously with. Nevertheless, he surprises you with a nod, egging you on to resume. A feeling of giddiness corrupts your senses, placing chaste kisses on his nipple down to his abs, and Ushijima has his hand on your head the further you go to his lower region.

You're now on your knees on the floor as you pull his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs, and the image of his erection springing out in front of your eyes has you practically drooling in anticipation. Every crevice, every dent, and every vein of his dick is mesmerizing to the eyes, and your curiosity gets the best of you when his body jerks at your hands grazing his balls. How vulgar.

"Hmmm, Y/n, love," he calls to you with whimpers — a rarity to hear but beautiful to the ears. "Go easy on me..."

And you just give him a lovely smile before you move a hand on his cock, stroking the length in a slow but firm motion. He jolts to your grasp, throwing his head back and sinking into the mattress as your palm slides up and down his limb. It gets worse for him when he feels your tongue flicks on his balls, sucking on his sack prompts moans of bliss to substitute the silence of the room.

The summer sun continues to descend, the waning heat losing its touch in the room. But the warm sensation of your mouth on his shaft has Ushijima's skin hot to the touch, his hands gripping the comforter beneath him. And he hisses when he senses the work of your tongue on the tip of his couch, lapping on the sensitive glands while simultaneously stroking him and massaging his sack.

Your cheeks go hollow when you take the head to your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you gradually suck all of him at your own pace. Your boyfriend has to bite on his lip and try to not buck his hips toward you. But it feels so fucking good when the velvety walls of your throat accommodate his girth and size; your wet muscle on the underside of his dick sends electric waves every time it brushes up and down from your bobbing gesture.

As for you, it feels like you're under an ecstatic spell as you work your way to the base of his cock with every suck. The cockhead hits the back of your throat at a delicious angle that you mewl on the member, eyes shut to fully enjoy the experience and commotion between your lips. Tears start to prickle, spit and drool coat his shaft, and your brain goes foggy when his musk blocks your nostrils. The throbbing sensation between your legs gets unbearable by the second, and you grind your thighs together to ease your lust.

Ushijima has done well trying to maintain his steel composure; however, no matter how he tries, he soon succumbs to the warm and pleasurable feeling of your throat when he thrusts into your oral cavity at a reasonable tempo, going faster and faster when the notion of his release crawls up within him.

"Haaaah, ahhhh—Mmmph!" Moans fly out from his mouth, no longer attempting to keep this from escaping. "Dove, I'm about to cum in your—Hnnngh!! Ahhh, shit, shit," and he grabs your head to keep you steady as he ruts into your throat. The orgasm hits the both of you, and a few deep strokes result in him shooting his load inside you, forcing you to drink all he gives you.

And you happily do so, waiting for his thighs to stop jerking as you take in every bit of his essence. Once he's done ejaculating, you slowly remove yourself from his sock, a soft pop evidence of you two no longer connected. You swallow and gulp any remainder of his load before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside Ushijima, who turns to his side to survey you thoroughly with half-lidded eyes.

You sigh with a smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"

While his hand caresses your cheek, he hums as his response. "Did you?"

"Yes, very much so. Thank you, Toshi." You start to feel drowsy as the room becomes dark, the warm colors of the sunset dulling as the moon sheds light.

"Of course, dove."

[writingwhileblvck]

All I’ve been thinking about is Kirishima. Dressed up as Konig for Halloween, getting the sloppiest, most toes curling head in the bathroom of the party your at cause you couldn’t wait to get home.

And I’m talking, double fisted, tongue swirling, deep throating head. With a mixture of drool and cum dripping down your face. This man is holding on for dear life. But he’s already cum twice. And even though he’s sensitive as hell, your pretty lips feel sooo good. And your pretty little face looks even better covered in his nut.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Stop looking at me with those eyes!! Jjk Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Yuuta, Nanami, Shoko, Toji, Naoya.

Warnings: Spicy times are alluded to/insinuated. Naoya gets his own warning, lol.

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{Satoru} never wears his blindfold when he's around you. He's stopped wearing it early into your relationship, let's his hair down and his shoulders untense.

And you cherish these moments together, the comfortable silence, the air around you two quiet and languid. You're kinda creeped out though by the way Satoru stares at you.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"What eyes?" He grins, his face in his hands. If he had a tail, you think it would be wagging.

"You know what you're doing."

"I'm sure I have no idea."

Ever heard of the blue eyed gaze? People with blue eyes tend to keep their eyes wide open, which you thought was weird and fake, but Satoru eyes are practically tennis balls.

"Stop staring at me like that. I can't concentrate with you giving me those puppy eyes."

"Oh? Get over here then and give me some attention." You scoff, but it's cut short by your laughter.

"You're not even trying to hide your motives, are you?"

"Nope!" He pops the 'p' and grins at you with those sparkling eyes, his pupils two twin dark spots of gravity, pulling you into his orbit. You don't even notice how absorbed you are, till he grins and his pupils dilate, big and round like marbles. You blush, and shake yourself out of your reverie.

You must resist.

"...No. After I'm done with the chores. You won't let me go once I'm in your clutches."

"Oh kitten," Satoru shakes his head in faux pity. "I'm not letting you go ever."

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{Suguru} doesn't try to hide how often he stares, but he's so sly with it you hardly notice. When you do notice though he smiles, slow and wide, eyes dark and almost sultry.

You know his work is dangerous, and you know he will die doing it. You savor the way he looks at you, even if you're too shy to say it out loud. But he knows how he makes you feel.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." Suguru's smile is lax and mischievous, like a cat that just got the cream. He tilts his head and his hair falls over his shoulder, dark silk you want to feel between your fingers.

"Do you really want me to stop, honey?" See? He knows what he's doing. Your face flushes red and his smile turns sharp and teasing.

"..."

He snickers, and your gut flutters.

"Yeah, I know."

"You think you're so slick, don't you?" You try to cover up your embarrassment with irritation, but Suguru sits up so suddenly, and quick as lightning snatches you from the far side you were standing beside. You're in his arms, squeaking and struggling and laughing, squirming to get free but there's no escape.

Suguru watches you, soft and fond till you're out of breath, huffing against his chest with a pretty red face. He leans down and smacks a wet kiss to your forehead, laughing at the way your face scrunches.

"Yes. Yes I do."

"I hate you."

"I love you too hun bun."

"....Love you too Suguru."

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{Yuuta} is the definition of lovesick. He's got those shoujo heart pupil eyes whenever you so much as breathe in his direction. And that's how it always is. Whoever he's talking to, whatever he's looking at– even if he is in the midst of battle, face angry and eyes pinprick focused, he turns soft when he looks at you.

And you're such a sucker for that face that it makes you crumble everytime you see it. And he doesn't even use it to exploit you, he just uses it to get you to take care of yourself, or let him take care of you!

"..."

"Please?"

"Not now."

"Just a small break. Please, you've been working so hard."

"Not now, Yuuta. And stop looking at me with those eyes."

Yuuta doesnt reply and you try to be strong, you try, but you crack and take a peek. Immediately those eyes attack your heart, and you sigh through your nose, already defeated.

"..."

"..."

You just stare down at him and you both know it, you can see the hope in his face, but you also see the patience. He's kneeling next to you, willing to wait this out, (because you always fold) no matter how long it takes, and you sigh all over again.

"You know I fold like wet cardboard with that face Yuuta."

"But it works?" Sweet bastard. "So may you…? Please?"

"Ugh, fine. A quick break." His face breaks out into a smile like the sky dawning.

"Thank you, sweetie."

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{Nanami} shakes his head, gentle but adamant. "No."

"..."

"I said no."

"..."

"We'll have to run if we want to make it to that cafe in time. You're wearing heels and I can't carry you with all these bags." He had to do some juggling just to be sure he could hold your hand, no way both you and the bags can fit in his arms.

"Love." You don't answer.

Nanami says your name and sighs hard in the same breath, pinching his nose.

"We have enough already, and we've already gone well above our budget today."

"That's never been a problem before. You don't have to get everything for me, y'know. I have my own money. We can run, and i'll pay."

Nanami's head turns so he can look at you like you're crazy; he takes you out, he pays. He understands the issue of feeling indebted, or feeling bought (of course you're not) but you're his (willingly) and what is his is yours. But as soon as he turns and opens his mouth to speak he knows he's made a mistake.

He was only holding out because he was only holding your hand, and not your gaze. But you perk as soon as he faces you and turn onto him all the charm and endearment you can put into your eyes.

Doe eyes. It's annoying whenever the eccentric Gojo, who acts like one of his students tries to do this, and he's not swayed (too much) when his students do the same.

You though? God damn it. Your eyes are wide and sparkle and plead with him and he sighs, crumbling like a sandcastle in a storm.

"Fine. We can make it in time. I'm paying."

"Thank you honey! But you don't have to pay."

"And you don't have to wear that lingerie you bought but you want to," Nanami starts pulling you along, gently, and smiles back at you as you follow along. You smile back, fluttering your lashes prettily.

"And I don't have to pay, but I want to. So I will. End of deal." You grin at him, practically skipping, happy.

The big doe eyes always work. Hopefully they'll work later tonight too.

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Siren eyes. Even as a youth {Shoko} never had a doe eyed gaze, and she never had the dark levity for sultry. Her dark eyes are like pools that you drown yourself in, and it's often you caught staring at her. She'd flick your forehead and tell you to let her get back to work, because no good deed goes unpunished. You grin and ask the doctor for a quick check up.

"This is your fourth check up of the day."

"It's for my health, doctor. You can't just leave me like this." Shoko rolls those pretty eyes of hers, and it takes your all to not sigh like some besotted schoolgirl. You can't hide your affection in your eyes though, and she raises an eyebrow.

"Hey, no. Stop staring at me with those eyes. I have work to do."

"Is there something in my eyes? Come closer so you can check it out." She shakes her head at you.

"Yeah, no, you're not slick."

"It could be a serious case!"

"Yeah, it is." She steps closer, the click clack of her heels matching the staccato of your heart.

She presses a quick kiss to your mouth, and another, and moves back before you could press for more.

"Yep, I knew it. A very serious case of I-need-attention-so-I'm-gonna-keep-bothering-my-lover-from-her-very-important-work."

"...itis." She mushes your forehead and walks off so you can't see the grin spreading on her face.

"Oh shut up."

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{Toji's} got a staring problem. You have chores to do and you know you can't make eye contact because then he'll come over and he won't let you leave.

It's a game of pretending you don't see his eyes, and the longer you go the wider his grin becomes because he knows you're cracking, he knows and it's so damn cute to him. You know you never last long.

And oh my God, (and he does this on purpose) when his eyes finally leave your face, and trail slowly over the rest of your form, sliding over your curves and angles and lingering on the places he best likes to touch….. If you make it past this Toji whistles, and leans back in his seat, arms and legs spread. He looks so big and inviting.

"You're holding on strong."

"Chores, Toji. I held them off long enough, they should have been done yesterday." God damn his eyes. Dark and alluring, he is every temptation and vice crooning your name.

You think if Sirens could exist out of the ocean, Toji would be volcanic, his eyes are ash and his hands are fire on your skin, melting you, all soft and pliant in his hold.

You're like chocolate around him. Melting and sweet and dripping in his hands.

"Yeah, yeah we were busy." Okay, stop thinking about that. Don't think about how long he kept you in that room, in that bed, lounging and kissing and touching and tasting–

He laughs, loud, head tilting back and his scar stretching with his mouth. When you finally turn to glare at him he laughs harder, at the red flush that's spread past your face.

"Yeah, get the hell over here baby," he wipes a tear away and opens up his arms, beckoning you over.

"You held on long enough."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

You don't know whether sometimes {Naoya} is giving you the bedroom eyes or just glaring at you. Sometimes it's both. You think it's both.

"..."

"...?"

"..." He's still glaring, but he definitely looks more angry now. Too bad. Its late and you have a skincare routine to finish. And you can't read minds, even though you can tell what he wants from the heat in his eyes, the stiff way he's holding himself.

He sighs hard, and your mouth twitches. He sees this, and frowns deeper.

"Are you done with your ridiculous routine? Get yourself over here."

"No love, I'm not. You're going to have to wait a few moments more." You hear a sharp intake of breath, because how dare you leave your husband waiting, and you can help it! You giggle.

"....How audacious you are."

"And how so dear?" You see his face turn pouty, before he smooths it back down to irritation. It's funny how angry he gets. He could just ask.

"You know what I want."

"Well you're going to have to wait. I'm busy."

"Exactly. Audacious. You are supposed to serve your husband. Not to leave me bereft."

"I also have to make sure I look my best, because that reflects on the both of us. I'm sorry baby, I know you want my attention." You grin, and you think if you were anyone else you would be dead already. You think Naoya would have killed them.

But you're you and you're amazing and your husband only puts his hands on you if you want him to. He knows he'd be damned to the lowest level of hell if he really spoke to you with and expected all that misogynistic bullcrap, so it's fun to play like this sometimes.

You sigh and set down one of your bottles. He perks, even if he tries to hide it, and you turn to him.

"It's Friday, so I'm doing a mask. I can't rush this routine." He opens his mouth to protest, but you hold a hand up. The power you hold.

"Lay down. Untie your hakama." The power you hold. Naoya looks at you like you're crazy, but he does just that, leans back and lets you see how the low lamplight tints his skin gold.

You gesture with your chin and his eyes widen as he catches on.

"Go on. You're so eager, right? Maybe if you put on a good enough show I'll join you." You smile. "Go on."

A/N: I sincerely think if Naoya had a poc partner, sorcerer or not, they fr could've set him straight. HES SO HANDSOME AND FOR WHAT???

[thatdeadaquarius]

SAGAU / Isekai Genshin:

You can still use your characters! ... as in possessing them 👻

(all art by me down below, hope its decent lol - did it for u guys and myself i mean what )

Edit 9/7/23: 1,500+ NOTES??? BRO WHAT!! THABK YOU <3

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My dumbass forgot to put this here .-.

Anywya this is a full length fanfic now ;)

PART 1 (you're here!) / Part 2

So.

You got sucked into a video game. 

Crazy, but it happens ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

yknow how it issss

...you very quickly discover that unfortunately video game rules still apply...

which wouldn't normally be an issue! like, needing to use the bathroom in the middle of a fight? Nope! minor cuts and bruises like papercuts, only actual enemies or fall damage counting? hell yeah that'd be great (theoretically no chronic pains if you got that?? hmmmm unsure)

see the issue comes when you realize, you as a player, don't have a "character" that's all your own

there's aether/lumine yeah.. but bc the game's real now, they're their own people, and you didn't wake up to find yourself as a blonde twin...

the closest you can describe your form as is .. like a seelie?

or like the way ghosts look in game?

but a lot more "starry"

like your specterlike, but you look like you got filled up with stars and the milky way, maybe a reference of you being from another universe/world? (aether/lumine/dainsleif/khaenriah star symbol reference secret thEORY-)

but yah.

you also got just, white eyes.

like, not iris, not pupil. like your pupil and iris got erased

you gotta admit, at least you look really aesthetic now.

(u also got a little cape and hood on at all times, and you cant take it off to see your starrified hair >:/ ,very Blue Diamond-esque, look up Steven Universe, Blue Diamond if you dont know who im talking about)

so needless to say, as soon as you sort of glitched your way into existence you were HYPE

i mean ur ACTUALLY IN TEYVAT WITH THE BOYSSSS

...then you realize your a spooky-no-character-to-pilot-around-thus-no-character-model-body-for-you thingy

and that you cant touch stuff!! >:(

like wth!!!

thats just downright unfair.

so, you figure if you got no body to be.... you gotta find a new "character" to pilot >:)

...

I choose you, yellow fungi!

...

....

you're in the fucking woods (Sumeru somewhere obv, u knew that the moment you opened ur eyes),

what'd you expect?? an archon??

..wait a minute. can you possess an archon-

these kinda thoughts plague your first few days of irl genshin impact playing

a rishabold tiger? yep.

a sumpter beast? kinda slow and heavy feeling but yeah.

...you also try a ruin machine LOL

by far, the fungi and ruin machines are the best to possess, mostly because you can remain upright with those

(tho u did find some type of flying monkey that wasnt in game, but its like,, a real world and jungle now so that makes sense there'd be more complexity + stuff)

you do eventually think you should try and possess a person at this point... but ur kinda nervous 👉👈

its ur first time doin this okay nobody explained the basics to you youve been winging for a week now!

will your mind be replaced with theirs? it hasn't been so far with the creatures/bots

and as far as you can tell, they kinda just-

forget what happened or "wake up" after you possess them

(the tiger you were for a day looked confused as hell when it realized that there was a new pile of fruit next to it when it "woke up", it was your way of saying thank you to the animals of the jungle, u left them little piles of food you collected running around as them)

so THEORHETICALLY-

you should be good to go and possess a random poor eremite

... you figure you want to possess something human-like eventually even if you get a puppet body like wanderer/raiden so...

here goes nothing...

♤

so it's been 2 weeks since you've been forcefully yanked into teyvat, and by the second week, you were trying to possess eremites

which! worked out!

mostly..!

you kinda convinced the entirety of two eremite camps that a certain part one of sumeru's forests is hella haunted bc ppl keep "blacking out" and doing things they don't remember doing, yknow... like possesssion LMAO

they kinda ran off to escape you but, hey!

experiment #2: people possession, success!!

now you were kinda convinced of this when you realized no matter the angle the animals and machines of sumeru didnt react to you getting super close to them (you dont have to touch something to posses it, just look at it really, but you wanted to test limits, so you walked up to sumpter beasts and fungi and ruin machines)

but no one can see you.

you don't have a "character" most of the time, you can float and glide around the ground like scaramouche lol

you cant touch stuff bc of this, you cant smell stuff (u saw the eremites campfires & couldnt smell the smoke until you were them)

you cant eat stuff w/o a body, so.. it makes sense that the eremites and passing merchants, cant see you when you float around, trying to reorient yourself after 2 weeks of experimenting

:( ur only a lil sad about it... but mostly not bc lol u got possession powers so trade off u guess

the first time you see a vision-bearer you literally scream

LMAO

ur so lucky u cant be seen or heard

bc Collei would have def screamed back lol

needless to say u stalk the forest ranger- ALL DAY.

Collei goes on patrol around the woods? you go on a patrol.

collei goes to visit other forest rangers? you "visit" other forest rangers at base (lol u def possess a guy who was asleep on a bench nearby & wake up to go talk to Collei "in-person", poor guy was so worried he sleep walked/talked so hard he went to see Tighnari an hour later lmao)

welp, you decide this is your life now, follow Collei everywhere, talk one-sided to Collei until you can possess a forest ranger w/o it being suspicious (dont wanna turn the poor rangers into the terrified eremites from a week or two ago...)

then, after you get the courage and erase the paranoia that tighnari can just... somehow hear your ghostly bullshit-

u do the same to Tighnari (then Cyno when he visits! no u didnt squeal, so what, nobody can hear you- )

♧

Tighnari begins to get suspicious about 3 weeks into this routine.

he's been starting to collect and start a file on all the rangers or nearby villagers that've started randomly "blacking out/sleep walking" in the evenings usually

(u possess as close to nighttime as u can so it seems like sleepwalking)

So when Cyno comes back from a mission gone wrong,

having nearly been decapitated by a rogue flying ruin machine, only to black out and come to standing calmly 10 feet further than he remembered being 1 minute ago...

Tighnari's suspicions are confirmed, and he launches into researching this phenomenon.

his first thought is something like the aranara, but that doesn't account for the effect this thing is having on people

after all, what little forest spirit is strong enough to-

-control humans??

Tighnari begins to get the sense he's in over his head after he finds himself pushed into going into Sumeru City in order to collect more library books or ask around if the blackouts have spread to the city people

he answer is negative, on both accounts.

and he spends about one half of the day walking around, and the other reading up all he can on mythical creatures or ailments

Tighnari gives up for the day, and as he makes his way back to Ghandarvaville, he almost gets ambushed by some particularly nasty muggers

...and then he wakes up 20 feet away, his denro vision thrumming with power, full of worry and fondness for himself??, (just like Cyno said he felt happen to him..)

...Tighnari decides he needs reinforcements.

YOU GUYS-

UR LOCAL ZODIAC SIGN OBSESSED W/GENSHIN HIT A CHARACTER LIMIT ON A POST FINALLY. 😦

??? THIS WOULDVE BEEN LONGER BUT I BARELY GOT SPACE FOR THIS- I- EVEN THE QIQI POST DIDNT HIT LIMIT-

uh cya ig!!

Safe travels lmao,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist @revonie / @hat-on-a-cat / @takottai / @sickly-falling (?) / @iruiji

(Sorry about the late tag! I forgot to update my taglist before i posted this 💀 my bad guys)

Also if the people who got put there who i couldnt find a blog for see this, idk what went wrong ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - maybe check and see if ur setting for "being able to be searched/looked up" is turned on?? Idk man

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Y/n running as fast as they can

5 out of the 7 Weasley siblings chasing after them

[iisasxia]

“Bakugou Katsuki !”

You can’t help but giggle when you hear heavy footsteps making their way to your bed.

“Fuck what is it ?!”

His hair is a mess, his sweatpants were untied and fell a little loose showing off his Calvin Klein boxers (that he models for), and his shirt was also lifted a little with slight wrinkles, but nothing beat the expression on his face.

“You’re so cute.”

His body relaxes once he realizes you were just teasing him, he walks over to you before pressing his entire body weight against you.

“Kats’ !!” You can’t help but laugh as you try pushing him off. “You know you’re heavy !”

He ignores you, yawning into the bed so you decided to tug on his hair earning a soft groan from him.

He looks up at you in silence.

“You don’t like it hm?”

You watch him with curious eyes as he presses his face into your thighs causing you to flinch at the sudden contact of his teeth.

—

“Yeah but you do.”

[lxvvie]

I need a Simon Riley where he is fucking her and then reader is all upset, so she starts crying her eyes out and he stops. But instead of talking with her, he slowly eats her out and takes such good care of her

…they talk later and he eats her out again 🥰🥰🫶

Simon fucking you good but it's not enough. You're close, so damn close but you can't fall off the edge.

You can't cum.

And the frustration builds up alongside the pleasure and soon, your moans and sobs have become intertwined. Simon stops, stops, and pulls out and you're even frustrated at that—Why the fuck did you stop, Simon?

Simon who realizes what you need as you gasp, sob, and whine out your aggravation; he understands that irritation all too well, wanting to jump but can't, fucking for the thrill and pleasure but there's... something there, stopping you from veering close to the edge.

Your frustration becomes pleasure again, sobs turning to moans as you grip your soldier's buzzed head, pushing him further between your legs, and his lips and tongue finally make you fall.

Simon who keeps going and you fall into bliss all over his face.

[neomujinjja]

Surprise!

Pairing: S.Coups x reader

Length: 633 words Genre: Fluff

Warning: Not edited, bonus scene

Synopsis: Your boyfriend lies to you, saying that he can't make it to your showcase. Little do you know, he plans to surprise you

Note: y'all do not want to know how long i was sitting on this one 😬

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"Are you sure you won't be able to make it?" you ask with a pout to your boyfriend on the other end.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you" he says causing your pout to deepen further. You were looking forward to this event and it would be even better if Seungcheol could attend.

"Okay..don't work too hard" you tell him, trying to hide any sadness in your tone. You understood that he couldn't exactly peel away from work like others, but that didn't mean you weren't somewhat disappointed. "Can you stay on the phone with me a little more?" you asked Seungcheol, your finger absentmindedly drawing patterns onto the bench.

"O-"

Before he could start responding, a voice interrupted him in the background. "Hyung! We got to get back!" one of the boys shouted. Your boyfriend apologized as he informed you that he had to go, and you barely had time for Love you's and goodbye as he hung up. You sighed as you set your phone down to your lap.

"What's wrong?" Prang, a fellow artist, asked as they looked over at you.

"Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing. Just spill, it might help you feel better."

"It's not that bad. It's just that my boyfriend won't be able to show up and I barely got to talk with him just now."

"That's tough.." Prang trailed off and you could see that they were trying to think of something to say.

"It's alright. I know he'd show up if he could, it's just work is keeping him. You don't need to try and comfort me" you told the clay artist as you patted their arm. Prang jokingly let out a sigh, wiping their forehead and putting their hand to their chest in a dramatic manner. The two of you laughed, Seungcheol not coming temporarily leaving your mind.

"Ready to do this you guys?" Cara asked as she came from the corner; she was the other artist on display for this event. You and Prang nodded simultaneously, still a little out of breath from the laughter. "Good cause Cubi is asking we head over to get started" Cara said as she clapped her hands together and pointed back in the direction she came.

-

"Excuse me, how much are you selling this painting for?" You turned at the familiar voice, your jaw dropping as you saw Seungcheol's smiling face.

"What are you doing here? You said you wouldn't make it!" you exclaimed to the male as you hit him on the bicep. Seungcheol laughed, feigning pain as he did. Your boyfriend grab your hand, lacing his fingers in with yours.

"I lied. Wanted to surprise you" he said as he handed you the flowers that he brought. You jokingly glared at him, to which your boyfriend only laughed some more.

"That's not funny" you said as you pulled your hand away to playfully pinch at the male's sides.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby" Seungcheol teased you despite the pout on his lips. He wrapped you up in his arms, giving your cheek a kiss and swaying the two of you lightly.

"You have to make it up. I want a hundred kisses in compensation" you tell your boyfriend, staring up at him with your own pout. Seungcheol nodded, giving you a kiss on your other cheek before pulling away from you.

Bonus

"Go, look at my other works or check out Prang's and Cara's stuff" you urged your boyfriend. He had been following after you as if he was a puppy dog. "I'll find you at the end, okay baby". You gave Seungcheol a kiss before moving to greet someone. And if the both of you had to give the other 100 kisses in compensation later that night, neither of you complained.

[vipvesper]

the thrill of the hunt

pairing: fumikage tokoyami x cat quirk!reader

warnings: none!! :3

“sorry i pounced on you, just the thrill of the hunt!”

Children chatter in the courtyard, the sounds of dozens of conversations moving in sync with cheerful laughter. Ah, kindergarten. Those are the days.

Rather than playing with your friends or digging in the mud, your sharp eyes lock on a small, black figure—wait, no, two. The familiar caw of a raven comes from the one that floats, and you know you simply have to catch it. Staying low to the ground, you stalk.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

The kid-sized bird comes into view as you round the large oak tree it leans against. In one large leap, you tackle the book right out of a pair of remarkably human hands. Wait.

“Gotcha!” You exclaim, grabbing the oversized bird by the shoulders. This definitely isn’t right… Your eyes drift up to meet another pair.

“I would appreciate if you would unhand me,” requests Tokoyami. Whoops.

“Sorry!” Sharp claws retract back into normal nails as you back away, sitting on the plush green grass. “Thought you were a bird!”

The avian child stands up, brushing the glass clippings off his clothes. “It’s quite alright.” The shadow trailing from his stomach cowers behind him, big yellow eyes filled with fear. “Dark Shadow, it’s okay. It’s just [name].” Tokoyami’s gaze shifts back to you. “I’d prefer if you didn’t hunt me again in the future.”

But, things don’t go his way very often.

Tokoyami sits in his dorm staring at his phone. The gentle glow is a stark contrast to the foreboding aura of his room. He doesn’t notice the strip of yellow light push through the room, or the way his door opens without the hinges creaking. He doesn’t notice how you creep across the floor, the boards never squeaking. He certainly doesn’t notice the way your eyes gleam as they lock on his face. By the time he does, it’s too late. Your freshly-sharpened claws barely pierce his shirt, trapping him to his bed. Tokoyami’s feathers puff out in all directions like a porcupine.

“Gotcha, Fumi!” You gloat, giggling from your feat. The boy groans, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

“You really need to stop doing this, my love.” You shake your head, tail swishinng mischievously behind you

“Sorry I pounced on you, just the thrill of the hunt!” Tokoyami wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in.

He sighs, “I’m starting to believe you will never grow out of this habit of yours.”

“I don’t think I will either, birdbrain.”

[atinycafe]

yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

with: seunghan (riize), wooyoung (ateez), juyeon (the boyz), soobin (txt). warnings: mdni!! yandere (non-con but u have a crush on them so oh well!!), slight dacryphilia (seunghan), split play (seunghan), nipple play (wooyoung), degradation (wooyoung), sub x sub (juyeon), dry humping (juyeon), drugs (soobin), masturbation (soobin), cum eating (soobin) note: THESE MEN ARE WRECKING MEEEEE, like ateez were my ults, but omg bro. riize especially like omg omg omg. sm free my man seunghan.

bully seunghan!! soooo mean, just loves to fuck with you. pinching your cheeks a bit too hard when your eyes meet. playfully poking at your sides, making you squirm in your seat. grabbing at the skin of your thighs, watching how the flesh squeezes in between his fingers. you try your best to brush it off, aware that he's doing it all for a reaction. but despite your efforts, tears threaten at your eyeline. you refuse to let them fall, so you sniffle into your loose sleeves, your lower lip trembling. you're attempting to hide your face, but seunghan won't let you. he firmly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palm, making the tears escape. he grins widely as he pulls you closer, licking away your tears before forcing your pout open, to spit in it. he doesn't give you time to react before he delves into your mouth with his tongue. a low groan leaves his lips against your own as he pushes for more, playing with his own spit on your tongue, his fingers leaving crescent marks on your skin. he keeps toying with your swollen lips until you're breathless, shaking against him. when he finally withdraws, your eyes are wide, sparkling as you wait for his next move. and all he can do is laugh at your anticipation.

athlete wooyoung!! soooo nice to you, he's nice to anyone really. but especially you. his little cheerleader. shoots you these little smiles after his runs, eyes dipping to your shorts when you glance away, like he's low-lidded eyes savoring the sight. his gaze shifts to a teammate, and when he catches them eyeing the same thing, he tightens his jaw. with a half-smile, he beckons you over, mentioning something about grabbing hurdles from the shed reserved for sports gear. flashing your biggest grin, you skip his way, all set to lend a hand. as the door clicks shut, you're ready to lift the first hurdle you see, but wooyoung gently stops you, his hand on your wrist. confused, you lock eyes with him, only to realize he's way closer than you thought. you try to step back, but he's not having it. his grip on your wrist tightens as his other hand opens up your jacket, unzipping it. words get stuck in your throat as he bites your neck, sucking a bit hard, fingers now toying with your left nipple over your shirt. he twists and pinches hard, alternating between the two, mumbling things about you being an attention whore and how he needs to teach you to calm down. by the time he's finished with you, your neck is full of red marks and your nipples are so sensitive, it almost hurts to have your shirt brushing against them.

nerd juyeon!! soooo shy, can hardly meet your gaze during tutoring sessions. it's gotten to the point where you rest your head on your hands, palms down, attempting to catch his eyes. a slight pout graces your lips, your thighs gently brushing against his jean-covered legs. he moistens his dry lips as his gaze falls on your lovely lips, nervously twirling his mechanical pencil around his knuckles. for a brief moment, both of you lock eyes, taking a break from the calculus exercises. that is until a text notification interrupts the silence. glancing at your phone, screen visible to anyone, you only catch soobin's name before you're unexpectedly lifted, settling onto juyeon's lap, nestled between his chest and the table, a subtle pressure in the small of your back. your eyes widen in surprise, locking onto his. his brows shoot up, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of annoyance dancing behind them. a deep blush stains his face, so intense it's almost as if he didn't just plop you onto his lap. you attempt to shift away, but he pulls you back down, causing an unintentional, awkward grind against his bulge, making the both of you mewl out. juyeon can't help but guide your hips to match the rhythm he just set, harder and harder, until you're both drooling on each other's shoulder, pants just as soaked.

dealer soobin!! sooo laid back, you smoke with him for free. every friday winds down with you chilling in his car, him rolling a backwood as you sit pretty in his passenger seat. this time, though, he doesn't have his usual grinder on him, nor his papers, nor his lighter, which is.. out of character for him. but no worries, he whips out these sativa-infused gummies. he urges you to take one, fingers pushing it to your mouth before pinching your bottom lip teasingly. then three, than eight, and the world gradually eases its pace. soobin's gaze remains fixed upon you, as you recline against the headrest, emitting soft laughter at the hello kitty charm suspended from his rearview mirror. you look so pretty like that, soobin can't control himself, he just slides his hands in his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it softly to feel it come to life in his hand. he wraps his hand at the base, gazing at the apples of your cheeks that pop out from your blissful smile. his long fingers tighten around his dick, his movements growing more intense and messy as he nears his release. he finally lets himself cum, some of it shooting to your low rise jeans. you don't even react, too high out of your mind, your attention now on the mess he has in the backseat. he takes some time to catch his breath, head falling against the window, his clean hand sliding through his hair. he finally stares down at his hand, the translucent liquid sticking uncomfortably in between his fingers. he calls for you name once, watching how you slowly turn your head to look at him before he pushes two of his fingers past your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean.

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