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hiii. my name's eri. i'm 27, and i use they/them pronouns. i write from the perspective of a fem. bodied person.
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Pairing: Soft Dom Armin x Reader (fem. bodied)
Summary: Unbeknownst to you, the walls in your apartment are paper thin. Your friend and roommate, Armin, became well aware of this fact just a few days after you moved in. How couldn’t he when you make a show out of touching yourself every night?
Word Count: 3.1K
Warnings: smut, masturbation, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), choking, dacryphilia, creampie
A/N: this is the first fic I’ve written, please be nice :’)
always thinking about riding armin. <3
tw: penetrative sex, creampie, exhabitionism.
it was only supposed to be a nice date, wholesome even. a bike ride into a more secluded part of the forest to have a picnic together for some much needed quality time. and it was just that, for a little while anyway.
but now your blouse is pulled up to expose your tits to the warm, spring breeze. and your skirt's bunched up at your waist, giving armin the perfect view of his weeping cock sliding in and out of your sopping wet cunt.
he's laying on the red plaid blanket you brought with you. his shirt unbuttoned, giving you a perfect view of the pink and purple love bites you left behind earlier that start at his collarbones and end just above the base of his cock. he was so shy at first, half-heartedly resisting you as your made your decent down his body.
"c'mon baby, someone might see us."
its almost funny how only minutes ago he was worried about voyeuristic eyes, and now he's writhing underneath you. an abundance of moans and whines erupting from his parted lips. hes so far gone now, so totally and completely fucked out of his mind that he couldn't care less.
Gosh, you were running late. You were supposed to meet with Levi at noon but the surprise you’ve been working so hard to get for him didn’t arrive until just now. You tap your pocket for reassurance, making sure the pouch is still there. You had a pretty good excuse for your tardiness but none of that would matter to Levi. He’s always on time. Always. You feel slightly out of breath as you maneuver around pedestrians on the sidewalk, apologizing to people you bump shoulders with.
You finally make it to the tea shop and you see him sitting by the window, looking at his wrist with disdain written all over his face. You hurriedly approach the window and tap the glass to get his attention. Levi looks up at you and shakes his head. He gets up from the table and meets you outside.
“It’s an hour past noon. I have things to do now.”
“I know.” You pant. “I really didn’t mean to be late—”
Levi cuts you off with a scoff. “This always happens. I just can’t do this anymore.”
“Okay? We can just reschedule-”
“No.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I mean this” He gestured between you and him.
It’s as if everything around you comes to a standstill. “What?”
“I can’t be with someone who is always chronically late for everything.” He adjusts his collar and looks off to the side. “I’ve spent too much of my time waiting.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask, mind still reeling with the words that were leaving his mouth.
“It means I’ll see you around.” Without a single glance at you he walks away, taking your entire heart with him.
You’re not sure how long you stand on that sidewalk but it feels like ages. You pull the pouch of tea from your pocket. This is why you were late. He’s been trying to collect this particular leaf blend but he’s been too busy to do so. Your plan was to take one thing off the mountain that is currently over his shoulders but for what? At the cost of your relationship? You walk to the bench on the sidewalk and leave the pouch of tea on there.
hi lue, i hope youre having a good day <3
for the smut prompt list, 9 and 21 with jean pretty please 👀
Hi my love I hope you’re doing well too 💞
Content warnings: masturbation, pet names
“Don’t give me that look,” Jean breathed lowly, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
You were pouting, still mad at him for embarrassing you at your friends’ dinner earlier that night, your own arms crossed over your ribs as you slouched against the headboard. “You told everyone about our sex life.”
“I only commented about how loud you are,” he chuckled softly, tilting his head a bit. “Everyone was talking about their sex life tonight.”
“Yeah, but they don’t have to know I have no volume control.” You looked away from him, a small blush on your cheeks.
He mulled over your words for a moment before clicking his tongue and asking, “What can I do to make it up to you, my love?”
You didn’t answer him, only deepened your pout as you furrowed your brows and huffed quietly.
“Babe?” He asked in a chirp, watching you intently. “Can I… make it up to you?”
You understood the inflection in his voice; he was offering to stuff you with his cock, to fuck you into forgetting his blunder. You know he wanted make you forget that you were embarrassed for being loud by making you scream, and you thought that maybe you should teach him a lesson. So, you decided that he just simply wasn’t going to get any.
You heard him click his tongue, then the sound of his belt being undone before he said, “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then.”
Glancing at him quickly, you watched as he pushed his pants and briefs down around his thighs—his thick, gorgeous, succulent, strong thighs—and his apparently fully erected cock sprung out right into his palm.
Your breath hitched and face flushed with a heavy pink, but you made up your mind not to entertain your boyfriend and glanced away, sticking your nose in the air as if you didn’t care… though, perhaps you did.
Jean groaned as he wrapped his long fingers around himself, and he leaned his head down to let a glob of spit fall onto his shaft as he began to pump it slowly.
“You don’t even wanna watch, baby?” He cooed, leaning his head to the side as his other hand rested on his hip, which slowly began to rock forward into his fist. “You don’t wanna watch me touch myself? You usually like that.”
You only replied with a harsh, “Hmph,” desperately trying not peel your eyes away from the dresser against the wall to watch Jean’s swollen cockhead pop in and out of the space between his forefinger and thumb; you didn’t want to see the beautiful pearl of precum that was oozing from his slit, and you weren’t trying to pay attention to the way his breathing was starting to grow heavier.
When he moaned your name, you swallowed heavily and glanced his way, grateful to see that his eyes had fluttered shut and he was rolling his hips forward into his hand, his thick cock twitching from the way he was touching himself.
His lips parted as he spoke quietly, “Wish this was you, baby,” he groaned around, “wish this was your tight hole around me.”
Your hand pressed into your chest as you watched him, your full attention now on Jean, and your heart race picked up as you watched his free hand slide from his hip to his balls, carefully squeezing and massaging them as he masturbated.
“Fuck, baby, can you say my name?” He asked, opening his eyes and smiling blissfully as he saw you watching him. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
“J-Jean,” you whispered, glancing up to his eyes briefly before gazing back to his cock again.
“Moan it for me,” he sighed, staring you down.
And so you did, letting out a slow, low, “Jean,” then gasping as you watched him throw his head back.
Your boyfriend came at this, shooting hot ropes of sticky white onto the bed. The sound of your sweet voice—no matter if he was touching you, you were touching him, or he was touching himself—was always the thing to get him off.
He panted, slowing the ministrations on his cock as he leaned his face to look at you again, cheeks ablaze with pink and one eye squinted as his head was fuzzy from his orgasm.
“Still don’t want me to make it up to?” He asked, a cocky smile taking over your lips as he watched you reach down between your own legs, now extremely turned on from the sight before you.
basically you guys need to stop acting so weird about having sex with men. fucking a man is not a political statement it’s not an act of emasculating a man if you peg him or fuck him with your dick. it’s literally just sex. consensual sex is just sex. like i know it’s an online insult to say you people aren’t having sex but genuinely you people either do not have sex or have a seriously unhealthy relationship with sex. i’m so tired of hearing these absolutely shit takes about sex with men. you guys are seriously tweaked.
This is literally how misogynistic men often see sex with women. They see being penetrated as inherently shameful/humiliation and submission, and they think less of women who allow men to “do that to them”. They use sex as an act of using someone, violence, domination. Also ties into homophobia. I get the rage and the resentment, and it can feel good to “give it back”. But let’s not do the same gross bs that men do to us.
Yes god please. This is such a good post. Also like… This is so common in straight kink spaces where people assume “top”=dom and “bottom”=sub to the point that they’re used *interchangeably*. There’s nothing inherently submissive about being penetrated and nothing inherently dominant about penetrating.
babies 🥺
rich boy gojo is the clingiest boyfriend of existence his hips are super glued to yours when you brush your teeth, he just casually joins your showers without warning, and he sees you on the couch and sprawls himself over your lap. there is no shaking him.
some rich boy! gojo crumbs besties
rich boy! gojo has no sense of personal space, your space is his space, and his space is your space, and why should you two ever be apart if you can help it?
he’s so whiny too, every morning you spend over at his place, you brush your teeth and he hums as he casually tries to press against your side and brush his teeth too until you move. and then he pouts like “babyyy, stop moving,” and his hands grab your waist and keep you in place while his hips are right up against yours. you look like a mess after you wake up in the mornings, and you’re a little mean and crabby with him until you’ve had your coffee, but he just stares at you through the mirror with absolute heart eyes while you look at him with a scowl. he definitely tries to kiss you while you’re washing your face at least once but he eventually learns his lesson when he gets a few harsh shove to his shoulder.
and he doesn’t understand the point in showering separately when you can shower together because hello? that’s what couples are supposed to do? and last time he checked, you are a couple, so he should be granted couple privileges. plus, just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he should be wasteful, and water is an important resource to use sparingly so showers are better together in more ways than one.
you glare at him as he draws the curtain like “satoru, wait until i’m out,” and he just grins at you as he undresses.
“baby, i miss you, let me join—”
“satoru, the bathroom is the one place i get an ounce of peace and privacy from you, so get out before i—” and then you’re being cut off by a wet kiss to your cheek and two bright blue eyes in your face as he grins at you.
“baby, there’s no peace and privacy in a relationship, there’s just you and me.” he grabs your hips and brings you against his chest as he hugs you, and his hair clings to his forehead as it gets wet, and maybe it’s not so bad to share your shower with him—especially when he hums and starts lathering soap and washing your body for you.
and there’s not one moment he’s not taking his chance to sprawl himself over you—he sees you lounging on the couch and he takes it as an opportunity to make your lap his pillow. grins up at you innocently when you sigh and purse your lips down at him.
“satoru, we just spent the whole morning cuddling—”
“and now we can spend the afternoon too! doesn’t that sound great?” he grins, burying his face into your stomach. you try to push him away, but his arms just tighten around your torso because he’s comfortable and if you love him, you’ll let him stay that way.
“toru, you are the clingiest guy i’ve ever met,” you mutter, and he smiles into your shirt because yeah, he’s clingy—but can you blame him? who could keep themselves away from someone like you?
“i’m the cutest too, right?” he hums, and then he looks up at you, and his eyes are soft and just a tad bit crinkled at the edges and his smile is wide and toothy and he just looks so giddy. you can’t help but lean down and press a delicate kiss to his nose as you chuckle.
“well, i don’t know about that one,” you tease, laughing when he pouts, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you cup his face. “kidding. i guess you are pretty cute.”
his face is dusted with a soft blush and he avoids meeting your eye even if he’s mumbling “knew you were obsessed with me,” and he is the cutest guy you’ve ever met so you decide to reward him with another kiss—but to his lips this time, and it’s a lot deeper.
this au has us all by a chokehold huh. tbh this is just canon gojo too he’s definitely rly clingy in a cutely annoying way
Do you have any thoughts on Armin who cries when he takes your strap?
(If you do, and write anything on it, could the reader have he/him or they/them pronouns?)
anon, i have many thoughts on this. (since i write reader insert i didn't have a chance to use actual pronouns for the reader, but i tried to make sure they're gender neutral. i hope that's okay and you enjoy <3)
tw: anal sex, pegging, dacryphilia, subby!armin, dom!reader
armin is such a pretty crier.
the way his eyebrows furrow and his lower lip trembles, paired with the way he sniffles inbetween the sweetest little moans and whimpers. he looks so helpless like this, it almost makes you feel sorry for him. almost. and maybe you would pity him if he hadn't begged you for it.
Do you have any thoughts on Armin who cries when he takes your strap?
(If you do, and write anything on it, could the reader have he/him or they/them pronouns?)
anon, i have many thoughts on this. (since i write reader insert i didn't have a chance to use actual pronouns for the reader, but i tried to make sure they're gender neutral. i hope that's okay and you enjoy <3)
tw: anal sex, pegging, dacryphilia, subby!armin, dom!reader
armin is such a pretty crier.
the way his eyebrows furrow and his lower lip trembles, paired with the way he sniffles inbetween the sweetest little moans and whimpers. he looks so helpless like this, it almost makes you feel sorry for him. almost. and maybe you would pity him if he hadn't begged you for it.
prompt ; linking hands together during sex
character ; gojo satoru
you can choose another character if you want though, i just wanna read your writing huhu😽😽
AND CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K !! 😽💞
13. linking hands together during sex (S. GOJO)
NSFW 18+ (afab!reader) - part of L’s 1K event!
Satoru, regardless of the things you’ve heard, is a terribly lonely man.
He’d become accustomed to eating alone at his far too large dining table, buying enough sweets for two and eating the entirety of them on his own, falling asleep in the center of his king-sized bed rather than on a side to share his space. There were plenty of choice words to describe Satoru Gojo, but lonely seemed to be the most consistent, the most permanent.
While he finds himself able to be desired and praised and followed, he is always alone. A forever returning equilibrium.
He often wonders if that’s the appeal of him—the knowing you can’t quite keep him, but still pursuing anyway. The act of breaking your own heart. The free trial before returning the product. He was all squeaky wheels and rusted gears and money-back-guaranteed.
While he may be lonely, Satoru is no stranger to sex. He’s had his fair share of experience with all kinds of people—messing around with strangers, acquaintances, even friends at times. Thriving off of the brief high the physical touch ignited within him: the fingers caressing his forearm, the scratches painting his upper back, the feet pressed flat against his calves.
It allowed him to feel temporarily held, even if it wasn’t (at all) true—it felt true to him in the moment. In the midst of fucking some stranger he’d met at a bar, he felt normal. Confusing adoration for admiration, mistaking lust for love. He found himself stuck in a repeating cycle of meaningless hookups resulting in muffled tears and waking up alone—and while he’d rather die than admit it, it stung.
Sex with you was different, though. He didn’t have to pretend or convince himself that these feeling were real—they were. He can feel it flowing through his veins as his cock teases your folds, slick gathering on the tip as he continues to rub himself through your lips. He can feel it in his saliva as he slides his tongue into your mouth, your pleasure-induced cries tasting sweeter than any dessert he’s had the privilege of consuming. Sex with you wasn’t just physical. And when he was with you, he wasn’t just Gojo. He was Satoru. How could he not be, when you’re panting it like a prayer underneath him?
White Feminism
I wish more white people - and white women especially - would get over their white fragility and truly understand how words and actions like these do more harm than good to women of color. They need to stop making everything about themselves and catering to other whites women like women of color don’t exist.
always thinking about riding armin. <3
tw: penetrative sex, creampie, exhabitionism.
it was only supposed to be a nice date, wholesome even. a bike ride into a more secluded part of the forest to have a picnic together for some much needed quality time. and it was just that, for a little while anyway.
but now your blouse is pulled up to expose your tits to the warm, spring breeze. and your skirt's bunched up at your waist, giving armin the perfect view of his weeping cock sliding in and out of your sopping wet cunt.
he's laying on the red plaid blanket you brought with you. his shirt unbuttoned, giving you a perfect view of the pink and purple love bites you left behind earlier that start at his collarbones and end just above the base of his cock. he was so shy at first, half-heartedly resisting you as your made your decent down his body.
"c'mon baby, someone might see us."
its almost funny how only minutes ago he was worried about voyeuristic eyes, and now he's writhing underneath you. an abundance of moans and whines erupting from his parted lips. hes so far gone now, so totally and completely fucked out of his mind that he couldn't care less.
writing smut is rlly just "google show me this guys cock and balls" for paragraphs at a time
wait people sleep with their doors closed????
okay now im curious. reblog this with where youre from and if you sleep with your door open or closed
EXCUSE ME WHAT
you are trans enough. your transness doesn’t depend on how well you pass, or how far through your transition you are, or how much dysphoria you have. Your transness is defined by you and only you. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
happy trans day of visibility! x
