This Au Has Got Me On A CHOKEHOLD 😩😩😩

i def already reblogged this... WHO CARES ITS AMAZING really punches u where it hurts yk

#are you leaving? are you leaving me?

—how would they react if you stormed off after an argument (for the first time) and they thought you were leaving them for good? 

CHARACTERS. Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Raader

THEMES. Angst; Hurt (no or with) comfort; can be reversed comfort too; has varying intensities so there are others that has fluff/crack (im looking at you heizou and kazu)

WARNINGS. may emphasize venti’s drinking on his part 

NOTES. I was supposed to post another one but I really can’t stand not answering this request so good luck with two consecutive angst everyone~ I’ll post the other one next week! 

ZHONGLI would look rather calm, no matter how big the argument was. He normally would not let the argument go further, but today was rather stressful, even for someone like him. With all the arguments at work and also to those who would ask for his help even when he was just on his way home, and now, everything piled up and he… maybe he needed a bit of rest. 

“Let us discuss this tomorrow, beloved, I-”

However, all he heard was the sound of the doors closing, and there was no sight of you in the room.  

He sighs heavily, thinking that you probably had only gone out of the room to calm down. Of course, he only realized he was the only one in the house when he woke up and there’s still not a sight of you beside him. Startled, he stood up and found himself scavenging the entire house—could you have left him?—this thought was all in his mind but as soon as he turned to the living room, there you were, sleeping so peacefully on the couch. He heaves out a sigh immediately, kneeling in front of you, taking your hands to his and bringing them to his lips. He had never in this life felt so anxious—it had been awhile, he thinks, but maybe this was more…-

“Zhongli?” He heard you call for his name by then, but before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he was hushing at you, whispering so slowly to not awaken you any further. 

“There’s no need to wake, my love.” It’s going to be alright. 

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XIAO and you had been arguing for the whole week. Actually, he only showed up today after being gone for three straight days. Three! And now he expects you to pretend that everything is okay? 

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the strongest (gojo x wife! reader)

gojo can't help but feel annoyed that he feels concern for the wife he swears he doesn't care for.

warnings: arranged marriage au, gojo refers to you as his wife, enemies to lovers (?), gojo tells you to lift up your top, slight angst, he's really bad at feelings okay, image from loving yamada-kun at lv999

The lines of intrigue and fear are often blurred. It explains why we admire fire from afar, careful not to get too close in hopes of not getting burned. It explains why we find peace in parts of the ocean and tense up in deeper parts. It also explains why Gojo Satoru seeks your presence yet pushes you away the moment he finds himself feeling something other than indifference or vexation–it’s never hatred though. The strongest can’t envision himself ever hating his wife and it scares him. 

He’s not sure that can be said about you. Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you grew to hate him after the treatment you put up with. 

Your marriage is what you call a “marriage of convenience” and Gojo made sure you remembered that. He wasn’t always so distant with you. Back then, you might’ve considered him a friend but time did its bidding and you two drifted apart, your time together merely a memory. Now fast forward a few years and you were wedded to him, taking up his surname and sleeping in the same house as him–in separate rooms of course. 

Your steps on the wooden floors were silent as you intended not to make a single noise at such a late hour. You sighed, feeling the weight of your heavy shoulders drag you down. 

Gojo might be considered cruel to you but the elders were on a different level. They knew this mission would be too much for you yet they sent you on it as punishment for speaking your mind the last time everyone gathered. 

At that time, your husband had an unfamiliar gleam in your eyes as you voiced your thoughts on the matter of Itadori. He’s a nice kid, you thought when you first saw the pink-haired boy. 

Taking away his youth wouldn’t be fair. After all, he didn’t choose to have the Ryomen Sukuna use him as a vessel. Yet, sentiment doesn’t do well with the higher ups and they made sure you knew your place with the mission they sent you on. 

You inhaled sharply, wincing as you felt the bruise on your rib with your palm. There was blood soaking your tights, little cuts littering your legs. You’re so tired you can’t find it in yourself to even eat. Then again, you needed to be in your best condition tomorrow since another mission was sent out of you and specifically you. Those in power always make sure it’s clear that they are in power. Your voice of opinion meant nothing to their beliefs in tradition or what you liked to call, “backward thinking.” That’s one thing you and your husband could agree on. 

“Ow,” you wince for the nth time as you open the fridge, scanning the items. Mochi. Ice-cream. Leftover cake. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser to go grocery shopping a day prior so you could have a proper meal. This was the kind of stuff Gojo could live on but you couldn’t. Closing the fridge, you opt for instant ramen instead. Not the best choice in regards to healthiness but cracking an egg in there meant more protein and it also minimized the spice levels. 

You’re halfway in between preparing the noodles when you feel a presence right beside you and soft breathing besides your ears. “You’re home,” your ‘husband’ mumbles, his eyes half-lidded from just having woken up. 

“God! Satoru!” You gasp, flinching away from and only realizing how close he was. For someone who claimed he wasn’t interested in you, he didn’t know what personal space was. “How did you know I was home?”

“Your cursed energy leaked in,” he shrugs his shoulders, peering down at you without the constraints of his blindfold or shades. You gulp as his eyes flit up and down your appearance, causing your insides to tense up in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Being scrutinized by the six-eyes himself wasn’t much fun and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that your hair is disheveled and your face is sweaty from just having come home from a grueling mission. 

You don’t even notice the glint of rage that crosses his hues before he masks it. “Who did this to you?”

“Huh?” You blink, coming to your senses that your body was bloodied up and battered from having fought a curse. “Oh it was just a mission. It’s normal to be hurt on missions.” 

Gojo’s been living with you for nearly half a year now and he knows you’re more than competent when it comes to shaman duties (not that he’d ever tell you). He knows you return home by 7 p.m.., and never at hours well past midnight. He knows that you usually only get injuries on your back because you get careless at times. But now, he sees cuts everywhere and he’s not sure if you’re running on adrenaline or if you’re too tired to notice. 

His eyes glance at the way you press a palm on your rib, subconsciously squeezing the area as if hiding it from him. “Let me see.”

Your surprise is immediate and he would’ve felt a strange fluttering in his stomach if not for this concern he was experiencing for you. You smile. “See what?”

“Your injury. Let me see it,” he says again, pressing on the hand you hold close to your ribs, narrowing his eyes as you hiss in pain. “Don’t be stubborn (Name).” 

His voice is different from the cheery one he often uses and you’re left leaning further into the kitchen counter, acutely aware of the fact that his taller frame wasn’t allowing you to escape. His eyes widen the slightest once he gets a glimpse of your flustered expression as you peer up at him and he only realizes what he was asking from you. Part of him tells him to ignore this and pretend his concern for you was brief. Yet, part of him screams at him that he was your husband, so he should feel the right to be worried–even if he was months late. 

He sighs, tilting his head. “I’m just going to look. I promise I won’t do anything else,” his voice is oddly tender as he speaks to you, a contrast to the usual nonchalance you’re used to. 

You gulp and let out a shaky sigh, giving in when your fingers reach to pull your top up for him to see the bare skin that you can’t even say is spotless or void of marks. Multiple wounds litter your skin–some faded, some new. You’re scared his gaze would show some signs of judgment or disgust but you’re left bemused when you see how his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. For a second, you allow yourself to be deluded by the fact that he might be worried but you quickly abandon that thought, averting your eyes from him.

You can see how he pieces everything together. From the way you rebelled against the elders and how they saw it as a means to punish you. He does it so quickly that you can only blink when his blank expression morphs into something different. You almost feel relieved from the fact that his expression of pure anger wasn’t directed at you and rather those who sent you on the mission.

It’s almost natural how he slides the top further up, mapping the extent of the bruise with his eyes. His hands are warm and calloused. They’re also gentle, tracing the bruise carefully to not hurt you. “I’ll kill those old bastards,” he chuckles with a sneer. “They have some nerve letting my wife take this mission without me.”

You frown as you see his anger first-hand. “Satoru–”

“Why didn’t you go to Shoko?” He interrupts, gently holding on your waist to prop you on the counter while he stands in between your legs. He watches you intently, in search of answers.

You feel somewhat embarrassed as his hand still lifts your top up to see the bare skin but don’t comment on it. “I didn’t want to bother her so late at night…”

For the first time since today, you see him flash a genuine smile, as if exasperated by your reasoning. “But you’re fine with bothering me?” 

“That’s different!” You say, a pout slowly forming on your lips and he can’t help but feel drawn to you even if he doesn’t want to. 

He laughs as you pull your top down with a huff, finding it cute that you were so bashful. “Because I’m your husband?” 

You go silent and for a second, Gojo thinks he’s messed up for mentioning that. Despite being your husband, he’s not the greatest at doing his job. He’s not callous or spiteful towards you, instead taking on more of a cold and aloof attitude towards you. Even so, he thinks that hurts just as much as a few insults. 

He’s about to pull back but your voice draws him back to you. “Yeah. It’s because you’re my husband.”

Gojo can’t stop himself from glancing at your lips at that single statement. He was today years old when he realized he was a man of simple tastes. All you had to do was tell him that he was your husband and he’d want to kiss you until your lips turned red. He considers himself lucky that you didn’t see that slip-up of his–though he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

He breathes out a sigh, propping his chin atop your head while his fingers draw circles around your hips. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

It’s a vow he swears to keep. 

“I know,” you whisper quietly enough for him to hear. “You’re the strongest after all.”

He thinks it’s funny that even as the strongest, he feels weak when he feels your fingers play with his sleeves. No words are said after that and a comfortable silence drifts between you two. It’s like the barrier between the two of you is cracking once you feel his lips press gently against your forehead and you think it's his way of sealing the promise. 

Gojo Satoru thinks–or rather he knows that he wouldn’t mind living the rest of his life with you. And he knows that he should fix his behavior around you and stop running away. That way, instead of a kiss to the forehead, he can finally give you one on your lips. 

giggles. . . tighnari likes being close to u when he fucks you and he subconsciously wraps his tail around u to keep u close. he's also 100% down with outdoors sex in the middle of the rainforest. generally a v soft man

*twirls around* he's adorable ty for indulging me de <3

warnings: f! reader, outdoor sex, soft tiggy, creampie; 0.5k wc.

He reeks of desperation in the way he tugs you closer to himself, “you're so warm.” he breathes, lips chasing yours as you try to sneak in a lungful of oxygen.

It's true, your skin feels like it's on fire and it only spreads like gasoline with each touch of his. The added thrill of being out in the rainforest like this just sets all your nerves alight, “so are you.”

smiling at your giggle, he wraps his tail around your waist, the soft green fur of it a welcoming gesture against your bare skin, “what if someone catches us like this?”

Tighnari slants his hips into yours and your mouth falls open in a breathless moan, “hm, then they'll know that you're mine.”

he says it so casually that you're hitting his shoulder playfully, “kidding!” a laugh falls from his lips, “who would ever come to the middle of a rainforest?”

He doesn't allow you a moment to ponder though, cock pushing past your tight walls and rendering your brain numb, “s'tight— ah, you're...”

he's stumbling upon his words as his cock throbs inside your clenching pussy, “you're gonna make me cum too soon if you keep squeezing me like that,”

his hand weaves into yours, fingers intertwined as he whispers against your lips, “relax baby.” and he hears you gasp for air as you try to follow his suggestion.

But as soon as he thrusts into you, your cunt is clamping down on his throbbing cock with both your groans filling the air around,

“you close?” you're nodding at his question, perhaps too eagerly, “yeah,”

“good,” and his voice is shaky now, his ears twitching as he heaves above you, hips rutting into yours in a frenzy— like he couldn't get enough of you, “gonna cum for me, darling?”

“yes, tighnari— fuck,” your voice breaks off into a loud moan as you gush around his cock. Tighnari follows close, teeth sinking in your neck as he fills you up with his cum seeping down your trembling thighs,

“for research purposes,” he chuckles, out of breath from the intensity of the orgasm, “we should do this more often.”

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Tymps

kinda badboy!tsukishima kei x reader

summary: He is strawberries and oranges and cigarettes. A man you will never understand, a man who is forever yours.

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So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans?

— Fiona Apple, “Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)”

The first time you meet Tsukishima Kei, he’s carrying a large speaker in his hands. He struggles to ludge the piece of equipment into his small apartment door, and you can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Are you going to be making a lot of noise?” Are the first words you say to him.

He supposes it’s justified, since he’s your new neighbor that moved in two weeks prior. You hadn’t interacted with him at all, and the idea of a new, crazy-loud neighbor didn’t make you all that happy.

“Depends.” Is what he chooses to respond with, and you roll your eyes.

“On?”

“The genre of music I chose to listen to that night.”

He sounds pretentious. He is pretentious, and it looks like he knows it as well.

“I have a kitten next door. Don’t make too much noise or I’ll call the landlord.”

You realize that you’re being a bit harsher than you need to be, considering that he just moved in and has no knowledge of your animal adoption habits. You can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“You have a cat?” You nod your head and he seems to ignore your snarkiness, “what’s its name?”

“Kitty.”

He stares at you for a minute.

“Cute name,” he almost scoffs, the sound a lot raspier than his normal tone.

“I don’t need your sarcasm,” you deadpan, and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not being sarcastic at all, sweetheart,” he smirks. “I’ll try to be quiet,” he begins to walk back into his apartment, the loudspeaker still struggling against the door frame. “For Kitty’s sake, not yours,” he adds, tilting his head and giving you a smile.

It’s practically an insult, but you let it fly over your head.

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reducing the strongest sorcerer into a whiny needy mess underneath you. riding him as he looks at you with a dazed expression + praising you

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cw: f! reader, cowgirl, cocky gojo -> whiney gojo, overstim, unprotected, spanking, praise, 18+

gojo, your boyfriend who‘s insanely cocky— he literally doesn‘t know when to shut up sometimes, he just talks and talks, incredibly cocky, his drastic irksome ego was practically as just as big as his little friend between his legs.

the only way to really shut him up— is to just ride him. his words would only then turn into soft babbles and whimpers, leaning back against the bed as he watches your hips move and jerk and jostle against him—

his eyes were half-lidded, tiny pants leaving his lips before he mumbles a needy. “b-baby, you‘re so evil— you know i can‘t . . think straight with you ridin' me like that—fuckkkk.”

“i told you to stop talkin', satoru,” you spoke with a slight smug grin forming on your face— he‘s buried balls deep— his head slightly goes back, sweetened little whimpers slipping past his pink glossed lips, a hand covering his face— he was so so flustered, his ears burned— he was embarrassed. gojo satoru, the world‘s strongest sorcerer was here underneath you, whining and babbling all like a little bitch.

just because of those “evil” hips of yours he‘s no match for, despite all the people he’s fought. those hips of yours were definitely his biggest enemy. no doubt.

“. . . fuckkkkmefuckmefuck—y/nfuckkkk,” he gasps, white eyebrows furrowing, he brings a hand towards your ass—

he can‘t help but smack it again and again, encouraging you to keep up the pace— he was so dizzy, mouth starting to salivate, taking a few seconds to swallow before whining for you again. “making me f-feel so good, baby— don‘t stop, don’t stoppp— don’t . . ”

“i’m gonna stop making you feel good if you keep talking,” you mumbled, slowly grinding your hips against him. you giggled, watching him instantly shut up once you put a hand over his mouth— a tiny muffled whine vibrates against the palm of your hand.

a little . . . m—mpfh? leaving his lips.

gojo was a blabbermouth, so talkative in bed. he couldn’t help it, so it wasn’t exactly his fault— yet you always knew how to change that with the very movement of your hips against him. he laid back, manspread with both sides of his face growing hot.

you made him feel so good— so so good, his grunts that were low usually were whiney whimpers of cute babbles, his voice bouncing and shaking, matching with you going up and down against him.

“. . . oh— s—shit,” he moans, nervously laughing, his cock just thrusting in and out of you, the smile on his face fading once he‘s coming close, tip of his ears practically fuming with heat— hottttt. “gonna make me c—cum early, baby . . ? baby—”

“don’t be dramatic,” you softly smile, your voice a bit seductive—

just your teasing was enough to make him shoot inside you, so alluring it was unfair. you leaned in to kiss gojo— and he moans, the kiss was fairly sloppy, he moaned and whined into your mouth, breath hitching and getting caught in his throat, both big rough hands of his gripping your ass—

spanking it over and over and over as his right leg bounced— it was driving him crazy, almost as if your hips was on cruise control with the way your cunt moved against him— so sensually.

gojo‘s head leans back as you made out with him, your tongue softly grazing against his, he moaned at the sweet taste of your candied lip gloss, coating his lips with prints of it now.

“. . . mpfh—cummingbaby—cum—” he pants, pulling away, strands of spit departing, he whines, giving your ass a rough squeeze, hearing your pussy just squelch and make noise against him, his head is filled up with so much fog— and that’s when he came inside— shooting complete blanks, his mouth slightly opening, lips quivering and he whines a loud “ohmygodohmygodbaby,”

gojo‘s shaking— his orgasm was so violent he had to take a breath, his hands gripping your waist as you slowed down he‘s panting, heavy heavy pants,

his white lashes were half-lidded, completely fucked dumb— you rode him to such a state, he was practically speechless.

gojo wasn’t such a blabbermouth now.

no back talk.

ISN’T WHISPERING AND STROKING SOMEONE’S CHEEK BOTH ACTIONS..?

ok im aorry for wording it as actions!! it seems easier for me to explain that way but:

“You are beautiful,” he said. — a dialogue tag is composed of quotations so there should be a comma unlike when it shows action or action beats. quotation > dialogue > period > quotation > action verb if such was the case.

remember:

dialogue tag — specifies who is speaking

action beat — specifies the action that is being done

I quite visibly choked on air- its..ITS BEAUTIFUL

Art by  HiragiiTsukasa

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villain attack part 1

scammers to lovers <3 part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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rush job [18+]

chainsaw man | aki hayakawa x f!reader | 1.8k

warnings | explicit smut. quickie. no condom. 18+. minors dni. reader features | smaller than aki, hair at least shoulder length a/n | wrote this in one go, because aki is occupying every space of my mind right now. not sorry about it. more detailed tags on ao3. not beta read or edited sorry! hope you enjoy! read on ao3

With time ticking away, a strict countdown till Aki needs to head back, it doesn’t deter him from taking the time to tease you.

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