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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 004. — 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 | 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut, hints of angst

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: siren!hyunjin x fem!reader

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: initially, he played with you. manipulated you into his trance because it was his calling, hypnotizing you to fall under his mercy — he never expected you to do the same to him, to be intoxicating, to be utterly addicting.

𝖜𝖈: 2.9k

𝖈𝖜: oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, piv, unprotected sex, cumming inside, slight dacryphilia, hints of unrequited love, hints of manipulation (since hyunjin's a siren-)

— series masterlist

His fingers on your skin cold, wet, enticing. His pale lips made their journey against your body, kissing and leaving moist patches on moister skin, giving a bite or two, simply to hear you whine, to feel you squirm beneath his touch. You never wanted to miss it, his touch, always urged for more when he was on the brink to pull away.

You met Hyunjin by the lake, as always from the very moment you had first encountered him – a picknick by yourself, a book on your legs and the sun in your face, and he had stood before you. Had sung a melody so pretty you’d been under his mercy momentarily; and ever since you’d been addicted. Hyunjin needn’t to sing to lure you in anymore, needn’t to use his voice on you to make you want him; you started coming to the lake voluntarily, always waiting for him to show up again, always eager. Maybe his voice had put on a permanent effect on you, a long-term spell. Maybe your longing for the man was illusionary, created by him simply to toy with you – to have his fun before he vanished again, because he never stayed. The very moment he left you and him satisfied he was gone in the blink of an eye, before you’ve had the chance to come to your senses. He slipped away from under your touch as quickly as he emerged, as though not real at all, as though a produce of your imagination.

Hyunjin’s teeth grazed your skin, not leaving a spot of yours untouched, not tended to. You were laying on wettened grass, green and fresh beneath you, paying little mind to the way it soaked you, the way it made you shiver in your place. You’d started to care far less about your clothes or hair soaking whenever with him, started to be reminded of him when in contact with water, in its simplest form – drinking a glass you imagined his wet lips on your own, taking a shower you felt his body all over yours, his hands on your hips and his chest atop yours. It was pathetic almost, reeked of hopeless desperation; and then you kept coming to the lake, kept coming and looking for him, kept stilling desperation only for it to flame within you again, not seconds after your ways parted.

The sky above you made Hyunjin’s figure hovering over your own seem vibrant, glistening almost against grey heavens and fog, beaming in shining droplets of water against cold autumn which lay everything in gloom darkness. His body was everywhere, indulging into you, fully submerging you into the spell of his, into the illusion of his love. You lay under his mercy, hopeless with every touch he granted you, needy for ever more when he as much as shifted in his place. His lips continued their journey on your body – giving a kiss to your temple, to your forehead, far too tender, far too loving; moving on to lips and jaw, more urgent now, more vigorous, mouth having missed yours, inhaling your every sound, making your breath his own, bitten lips caressing chin, biting at sharpened jaw; kissing down delicate neck, teeth breaking softness of thin skin, painting dark flowers onto body, nearly drawing blood; moving down to nibble at shoulders, at collarbones and chest, to soothe with kisses momentarily; doting on waist and hips, leaving matching bruises, painting images of love. You doubted it was any more than that, an image simply – yet you let yourself get lost in it, letting yourself lull into prettiest colours and promises, if only for the moment, if only for the few hours spent with him.

Hyunjin looked up at you from beneath his lashes, long and dripping water, seducing you with not more than a gaze. His eyes dark, deep, bearing oceans. He had the powers to drown you, and you were foolish enough in trying to swim.

His hands accompanied his lips on their path across your body, though it was a far messier one. His palms everywhere at once, halting on cheeks or breasts or hips for only mere moments before they were gone again, eager to touch more of you, to explore your every inch, your every hill and vale, the very flaws upon your skin. He was everywhere and nowhere, leaving you hungry for his hold, his grip on you yet granting you more than you were capable of taking. He marked you entirely as his, going as far as marking your soul, carving his name into its’ pages for you to never forget, to always remember. He was intoxicating, manipulating, impossible to refuse.

His kisses tickled your thighs. You lay exposed before him and he latched onto your inner plush, softly, giving kitten licks to pubic bone, only to kiss, just to see you squirm. He was taking his time with you, testing his own patience – you were long hot and bothered, and Hyunjin – seemingly composed – wasn’t any better. Every of your whimper, your every spasm and plea drove him further to senselessness, to overbearing thirst. He didn’t know quite when his touches on your body started to linger, when his heart started aching whenever he submerged into the lake again, whenever he left you laying on the grass only to come back the next day to find you in the same spot, waiting for him. He didn’t know when looking at you started to pang at his heart, because suddenly aware of the impossibility of it – such feelings weren’t in his nature. You shouldn’t be the one luring him in, you shouldn’t be the one taking up every last bit of his mind, you the only thought playing on a loop. You shouldn’t have the same effect he had on you; it was his power to have, a mere human like you wasn’t supposed to confuse everything he’s thought to know about himself.

He kept teasing, didn’t let your whines of desperation get the better of him. He liked taking his time with you – it allowed him to stay with you longer under the pretence of simply looking for pleasure. He watched you, your every move – your body was covered in purple and blue, in blemishes and marks he’d created, his love blossoming on your skin. Your face was contorted, seemingly struggling, longing simply for relief, for more than Hyunjin was giving you now. His lips grazing your skin, moving closer and some more to your core only to pull away, to let his hands wander upon your body and lay his kisses onto tummy or thighs. You chased after every touch, body moving wherever his hands met, arching and pleading. Your hands helpless – you didn’t dare touch him, because you deemed it too intimate. He would turn real if your hands caressed him the same way his ones did, and you felt far too weak to contain yourself from falling under his spell fully, if he only felt attainable. You let a conscious distance, to save yourself, to save your heart – you wondered if it was all too late entirely.

It felt like salvation. You had almost lost hope, had almost started begging and pleading for relief when suddenly you felt it, Hyunjin’s lips on your core, testing waters. Giving kitten licks only to sensitive clit, soft tongue against wetness. It was far too little to what you needed, what you had begged off him for the past half hour you had lay before him, yet the little pleasure he granted, teasing and edging and mean, was enough already after all to send you through insanity. It made you want more while fighting oversensitivity, it had you pleading for his body while the tip of his tongue alone was far too much to bear. You wanted him entirely while having him excessively.

And Hyunjin wanted you to have him, wanted to be yours. Near impossible to resist your wishes he gave in, after all, despite wanting to drag this affair out, to lay with you until late morning hours, side by side throughout hours of dark. He dove in, mouth now lapping onto you, barely capable to contain his own urges – your smell was enticing, your taste more so, the way you felt beneath his touch made Hyunjin forget all about his very being, the bare purpose he walked this planet for; to lure in helpless humans, to sing prettiest melodies and eat them alive. He forgot all about it when his tongue licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, his groan vibrating through you, the tune of his voice intoxicating you. He forgot all about it when his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, drawing blue bruises, when his mouth sucked onto your sensitivity, when he kissed around your core, when he returned to your entrance, tip of his tongue prodding against. When your fingers found his wettened hair, entangling into it, fiddling with strands, pulling at his scalp and his head closer, drawing pain he moaned at. He forgot all about himself in you, and it scared him. Hopelessness like this, not less about a human like you was foreign to his kind, his species, and he wondered if he was twisted. If maybe not true to his nature at all, too weak and foolish to be a creature of seduction, the very embodiment of lust.

Though he couldn’t mind, not with you beneath him, not now. You were writhing underneath his touch, muttering his name in whines and whimpers. His mouth’s ministrations never halted, never stopped on your cunt – he made you soak in arousal, his tongue back on your clit and two of his digits teasing at your hole. Your hips rutted against him, careless of the way you shoved him deeper into you. He enjoyed it, you were aware – Hyunjin was neither scared nor incapable of holding down your hips to keep you still, to have his way with you, yet you learned he enjoyed feeling you fuck yourself against him on occasion, rutting and grinding your pussy against him to your liking, using him as nothing more than a tool for your pleasure. He enjoyed your desperation, your visible frustration – it was teasing malice under pretence of permitted control.

His fingers entered you with no resistance, wetness gushing out of you, your back arching into him, feeling a portion of possible pleasure with the curve of his hand, the pressure of his palm against your pubis. He kept a steady pace while rising to your chest, lips kissing wherever they lay, nibbling on skin, teeth grazing hardened nipples. The pads of his fingers caressing the cushion within you, prodding against it, eliciting sounds of you he dreamed of in his sleeps. Your voice whiny, breathy, hushed.

“Please… Hyunjin.”

He wasn’t one to deny you – had once been though learned the pleasures of giving into you. He understood without much more, with two of your words, not more but a plea, a hopeless attempt at asking for more, asking for something, anything; asking for him. You would never say the words – I want you; I need more of you; I want this to last forever; Stay – and yet Hyunjin liked to pretend it was the meaning behind your begging, the very core of your longing, your craving for him. Liked to pretend for feeling naïve himself to wish upon you, upon a life with you. If he pretended you wanted him as much as he wanted you it eased his aching heart, his yearning soul. If he pretended, he could bear himself a little more, the pain that final reality brought upon.

You were close, Hyunjin could feel it. Your walls were clenching around him in spasms, your voice a higher pitch, your legs on verge of giving out – you pleaded, further and further, his thrusting continued, increased in speed, his palm coming in contact with your clit with every movement – and he pulled away. Watched and watched you intently, and denying you the bliss of orgasm right when you’d swear to be tasting it on your tongue, right when it was within fingers reach. You whined out, long and drawn out, frustrated. Hyunjin has taken what you needed most when you needed it most – an irony within itself, seemingly his entire persona; disappearing when you most wished for him, after giving you a mere taste of it.

His fingers left you, frantic suddenly, remaining patience of his vanished. One would not blame him – the way you stared him down, desperation laced beneath your eyes, your lips caught between your teeth, your hands clinging onto him, pulling him closer, legs caging him in; anyone in love would have fallen far deeper, and he was no exception. His heart swelling at a sheer look at you, your touch igniting fires within him, so very untypical, so very strange. Though he didn’t have enough time to overthink it – you pulled him in for a kiss, deep and passionate, breathless. He melted into you, your mouth a shore his waters collided with, pulling him deeper into you, turning him to an addict.

His erection – painful and abandoned – lay hard between your bodies, cold against your thigh, tip against your core when Hyunjin shifted. He grew impatient, his very own tedious ministrations on you having weakened him just as much, more so, you’d argue. He was leaking, pearly white cum dripping down the length of his shaft, painting his blue veins in white, making you salivate at the sight alone. You arched into him, back lifting from the grass beneath you slightly, enough for Hyunjin to hook his hand beneath it, to draw you closer. The other hand guiding his tip against your entrance, spreading his precum against your slit before nudging in, finally, entering you slowly, inch by inch. You were sensitive, spent after simply teasing, Hyunjin pent up, denied – both of you would last laughable seconds if you only lost an ounce of control, of carefully tended composure. Overwhelming pleasure flooding your bodies, two whimpers of desperation merging into one at sheer contact – none of you moved yet and both of you reduced to a hopeless mess, embarrassing if the circumstances were different. Right this moment, with Hyunjin’s body atop yours, with his tip teasing at your cervix and his hands holding a tight grip on your flesh neither of you was clear minded enough to care. Lost in the other, indulging in the sight, in the scent and feel of skin against skin, wettened, laced in water and sweat, dripping pearls grazing shoulders and tummies and plush thighs, cold water everywhere.

And Hyunjin started moving. Fluid motions against you typical for him, body moving in soft waves always, whether he was walking or fucking into you. His hips gave you no chance of catching your breath – you felt losing control of your body as his own swam against you, pulling out of you until the tip to enter you entirely again, deeply, deeper with every thrust. Dignity, control, coherence left you bit by bit, with every kiss Hyunjin granted against your temple, onto your neck, littering you with wettened paths of his lips on your skin. With every further second you drowned into him, deeper and with no return, sinking meters of depth he presented you. Your hips desperate, chasing his own, your hands homeless, searching for a leverage, for a steady place to stabilize.

And tears rolled down your cheeks, wet and thick, droplets of water against your skin. More tears with every of Hyunjin’s thrusts, with every additional kiss, with every time his palm pressed onto your body harsher, as though scared you’d slip away from underneath his touch. His hips stuttered at the sight of you – entirely water, him having made you, wetness on your body; behind your lids, on your lips, wetness on your cunt. He had lay you in waters entirely, having lulled you into his world, having made you his, and his mind reeled off any sense. He was obsessed with you, addicted hopelessly. His body spasming, two of his digits toying at your clit desperately – he wouldn’t be able to hold his orgasm out much longer so hoping you would reach yours.

Your legs tightening against his torso, your nails clawing into him, daring to draw blood, painting desperation onto his body, your face contorting into pleasure, brows furrowed and mouth agape, head fallen into your neck – and you came in gushing wetness around him, coating him in your release, fluttering around his length enough to pull release out of him in spurts of white, coating your walls, wetting you further. You were messes, both of you, panting, chests heaving up and down – and he stayed. Calming down from your orgasm and Hyunjin hadn’t disappeared. His lingering touch on your body, his lips remaining on your skin, your jaw and neck and shoulders, licking over the bruises he'd drawn onto you. He stayed to lick your mixed release off you, lapping up your essence, basking in your scent, the taste of you. And his heart clenched when it was time to leave, after all – though not with a last longing kiss against your lips, slow and drawn out; maybe you should keep hoping, maybe you shouldn’t quit seeing him by the lake day by day, after all.

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hyunjin smut

Kiss your Genshin best friend to see his reaction

Summary: You’ve been best friends for a whilenow, and you definitely have those little feelings of maybe wanting to be more but you just don’t know how to convey it. So you take a leap of faith, put a hand on his cheek, and give him a peck on the lips. Something you’ve never done before. Hey, actions speak louder than words, right…?

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: inspired by an old tiktok trend even though I don’t have tiktok cause it’s banned in my country, lol but it was also a request by an anon, not proofread

Aether

Stunned does not even describe the entirety of it

He’s speechless and staring at you for a good five seconds before his brain starts to work again

“Wait, what was–” touches his lips to try and recall if that really happened or if he was trippin’

“Wait, hold on,” starts laughing at you and grabs at your wrist.

Proceeds to stare at you for another 5 seconds to process the information overload.

“Would you…wanna try that again?” with a loopy yet unsure grin

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ara-ara-bitch

3 years ago

AHAHSGSHSH OH HOW THE TURNFTABLES

i ate this up liekdksjejdj

𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

word count: 2.2k

tags: fem! reader, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, unprotected sex, friends with benefits to lovers

a/n: happy birthday to my favorite insufferable nuisance. he’s probably ooc sobs leave me alone

gojo satoru doesn’t get ghosted. he does the ghosting.

he’s used to heartbroken girls that expect a call back, he’s used to bitter whispers about him after a one-night stand stays at just a one-night stand, and he’s used to getting up and leaving.

but he’s not used to this. he’s not used to being the one left, and he can’t fathom that someone wouldn’t want to text him back—let alone collect their things and leave him in the morning without a word. and truth be told, he’s a little wounded. he tells himself it’s strictly because his pride and ego and dignity are all tainted by your inability to comprehend just what you had scored and not anything else. because that’s exactly what it is, no doubt about it.

he’s embarrassed, not hurt. and it’s most certainly not because he finds you attractive—more so than he’s found anyone else in a really long time, and there is no chance that it’s because he enjoys seeing you interact with his students—he refuses to acknowledge that the warmth that spreads through his chest is actually warmth, and it’s a cold day in hell before he admits if it’s because he has feelings for you.

gojo satoru doesn’t do feelings. he simply doesn’t. that’s why he doesn’t care that you’re right here, in front of him—because there are definitely no feelings involved.

“funny running into you here,” you tilt your head, setting your bag down on the table. the cafe is quiet at this hour, and you’re on your lunch break. he knows you are, he knows a lot of things about you, and he wants to learn more. he can’t really understand why he cares.

“i don’t remember saying you could sit at my table,” he grins lazily at you. “i don’t remember you asking to join me either, but i wouldn’t wanna break your heart. you can stay,” he says smugly, and a small part of his chest blooms at the amusement that twinkles in your eyes. they’re a lot brighter in this lighting, and even if he gets to see them up close when he’s hovering over you in bed, he never gets to stare at them in this manner.

“you’re sitting at my table, actually,” you squint at him. “i always come here during my lunch break.” he thinks it’s funny that you lift your chin in defiance, it’s a quirk he’s caught onto quickly, and it’s endearing.

“i thought i’d make your break a bit more interesting today,” he winks, and even if you can’t see it through the blindfold, he has a feeling you know. and maybe that’s not really a good thing—he shouldn’t let you know him that well, but it’s too late to draw back now and he couldn’t even if he tried.

“i see enough of you in a day,” you groan playfully. “i deserve a break. from work and you.”

“you see me around often?” he raises a brow. “are you following me?” he smirks at you, making you scoff with a roll of your eyes. there’s a soft chuckle that bubbles all the way from your chest, and gojo almost gulps at the sound. your laugh is a sweet melody, and he could listen to it for an eternity before he gets tired, he could listen to it every night before he sleeps. and even if he denies it to himself, he sleeps way better when your warmth encompasses him instead of just the sheets.

it’s too bad you never stay the whole time.

“if i am, then maybe you’re not as good as they say,” you tease. “i’ve gotten past your radar all this time then.” he grins at the soft little snort that leaves you as you speak, and he also finds that endearing too.

he can’t remember the last time something outside of a sultry voice and skimpy clothes made him want someone this badly, but even just the sound of your laugh has him drawn to you like a moth to a flame. and what draws him to you even more is that he knows that if he gets too close, you won’t burn him. you’re not blazing heat, you’re a subtle warmth, and it’s what he needs deep down.

“i let my fans keep up with me,” he shrugs with a smirk. “i’d hate to let them all down.”

“ah,” you nod, looking down at your lap. instantly, there’s something that shifts, and he’s not sure what it is, but it doesn’t seem good. “don’t you have a mission today,” you raise a brow, and a small part of his chest aches at the way you almost seem to be dismissing him. and even though this is technically his table—he did get here first, after all—suddenly, he feels like an intruder as you stare at him.

“it’s tomorrow,” he corrects casually. “excited you get some more time with me?” he asks, but the cocky demeanor is never enough to phase you, and he can’t understand why.

he’s so unused to this imbalance, so confused why it is that his smug grin doesn’t get you flustered, but it never seems to.

“that’s a shame. i don’t think time is in my favor then,” you sigh dramatically. “i was counting on getting some alone time.” he wants to laugh at the subtle pout on your lips as you speak, and he wants to reach over and poke it with his finger, maybe even run his thumb over the bottom lip, but he quickly stops his thoughts from wandering elsewhere. suddenly, he remembers why he’s here in the first place.

“you do seem to never have enough time,” he hums. “is that why you have such busy mornings?” there’s a small hint of alarm in your expression, and in a moment, you’re scrambling to get up as you bite your lip.

“i…just realized i never ordered my dri—”

“i ordered it for you,” he interrupts. “it should be here in a bit.”

“i have a really specific order,” you avoid looking at his face. “i should go double check you got it right.”

“i know your order,” he says simply. and despite his tendency to never seem to pay attention, you don’t doubt that he did in fact get your order on the mark. sighing, you sit back down slowly, wringing your fingers as you refuse to meet his gaze, even if you can’t exactly meet it through a blindfold anyway.

“i uh…have a lot to do in the mornings,” you mumble.

“too busy for me, huh?” he chuckles dryly, and this time, as you look up, it really does feel like you’ve met his gaze through the cloth, and neither of you can seem to look away.

“satoru,” you whine, and the way your nails used to dig into his skin when he first used to bottom out contrasts greatly to how you cling to him now, arms wrapped around his figure as he inches into your cunt slowly. he starts to breathe more heavily, head finding your neck instantly as you seem to squeeze even tighter around him than the last time he’s fucked you.

“didn’t even do much yet,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, and he can feel your pulse as his nose presses against the skin of your neck. he wonders if you’re aware of his, aware of how your heartbeat is so in sync with his. “already that fucked out?” and if you weren’t too busy moaning at the way he pulls out only to slam back into you, hips angling to thrust right into the spot he knows by heart will get you going, you’d have bit back with something of your own. and gojo thinks it’s one of his favorite things about you, the way you never seem to go down without a fight, even if it’s him you’re up against.

“why are you hiding then?” you huff, and he digs his face deeper into the crook of your neck at your words, almost like he’s scared you’ll rip him out. he lets out a soft groan, breathy and drawn out as his thrusts continue, your walls squeezing around him with each snap of his hips. and even with the way you challenged him just moments ago, your fingers comb through his hair soothingly.

you whimper when he hits a certain spot once more, and he gasps at the way you spasm around him, sucking him in tighter, almost like you don’t want to let him go. the throb of his cock is too much. too good and too painful all at once, the climb to his orgasm muddling his mind as he fucks into you slowly, sensually, each angling of his pelvis perfectly precise.

“the view will make you finish too quick,” he rasps, and even as he chokes on a soft whine, he doesn’t miss a beat to be insufferable. you scoff, but still, your hips raise to meet his, and your upper body closes the gap as your skin touches his. your chests meet, and a wanton moan escapes both of you as your nipples graze the heated skin of the other’s. you can feel the drag of every ridge and every vein of his stiff cock, can almost feel the pulse as it throbs in your wet heat.

“or maybe it’s the—fuck, right there, toru,” you cut yourself off, and he’s breathing much more erratic now, panting harshly into your neck as he tries to stave off his high so he can meet his with yours. “m-maybe it’s the other way around,” you finish your earlier statement with a shaky voice.

he’s close, he’s so close, and it feels so good it almost hurts. you feel so good it almost hurts. it hurts deep in his chest, in corners and crevices he didn’t even know were there as he cradles you closer to his body, and he almost wants to hope the way you’re holding him is you cradling him too. and now, as you choke on cries of his name, as he finally pulls away from your neck to see the way you glow so ethereally with tears pricking your waterline, he thinks maybe he does do feelings—because all he ever wants to do is feel you. he wants to feel you deep within his skin, in his bones, and in his muscles as he becomes one with you.

and he never wants to wake up alone. not without you there.

“fuck, ‘m so close,” he breathes, groaning when you tug him by his hair and pull him into a kiss. he kisses you hungrily, like he’s been starved, a mess of lips and teeth and hot breaths. and he has been starved, he thinks, he’s been starved of you for so long, he doesn’t know how long he can hold out. “f-fuck, cum with me,” he pleads, and how can you not give him what he wants when he asks so nicely?

your walls spasm around him as you let go with a high-pitched whine, back arching off the sheets as your legs wrap around his torso. with a loud grunt, he follows, choking on moans as he cums. thick ropes of cum paint your walls, and he slams his hips desperately into your heat as he fucks you both through your orgasms.

he slumps on top of you when you both finish, catching his breath into the crook of your neck once more. and if he has to cage you with his body to keep you in place, he thinks he will this time around.

“you should be getting ready for your mission,” you whisper after some time, and he nuzzles into you further, and almost as though you understand, you rub his back slowly.

“can’t help but worry about me even after i’ve fucked your brains out,” he teases, and the soft slap to his shoulder makes him let out a quiet, giddy little laugh.

“gonna walk out again,” you warn. “won’t even wait for you to sleep this time.” but gently, you pull the covers over your bodies, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead, pushing back the damp strands that stick to the skin.

“i’ll be walking out this time,” he smiles into your skin. “mission’s in the morning. don’t miss me too much.”

“won’t miss you,” you roll your eyes. it’s silent for a moment before you hesitantly speak up. “you fuck all your little fans like this?” you mumble softly, and his heart aches a little, throbbing in his chest.

“no,” gojo hums. “just you. trying to make everyone jealous.” there’s a small shift in the air again, a good one this time, when you let out a soft breath. and he catches your hand when you go to smack him playfully again, and ever so softly, he presses a tiny kiss to your inner wrist before he falls asleep, body curving against yours perfectly.

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ara-ara-bitch

2 years ago

alhaitham used to think that one of the most fascinating aspects of human life was how one chooses a mate.

you’re making it weird. just say lover, the voice at the back of his mind scolds– a voice that sounds eerily similar to kaveh.

but it’s not weird, it’s biology. it’s a selective, compensatory process in which individuals combine scores on several key attributes. such attributes include - but are not limited to - supply and demand, individual circumstance, biology, psychology, religion. it’s an exchange theory of sorts, in which humans pick mates based on who best benefits them. he’d always thought that, should he find ‘a lover,’ it’d be someone like himself.

alhaitham will always be a scholar first and foremost, but every academic thought, fact, and hypothesis disappeared from his mind when he met you. all it took once one glance in your direction and you challenged his every preconceived notion.

you studied under the amurta darshan. he studied under haravatat. you smile and greet every passerby who spares you a glance. he really couldn’t be bothered to lift his nose out of his book. your career in emergency medicine is loud and fast-paced. his job as the scribe (and temporarily the acting grand sage) is largely quiet aside from the occasional research outing or squabble amongst the sages. you voluntarily take extra shifts at the bimarstan all the time, whereas he walks out the akademiya doors at five and never looks back. you like dogs, he prefers cats.

there’s no denying that the two of you are different, and that’s why the outcome rejects his hypothesis. you’re nothing like him and he chose you anyway.

he chose you (even ‘put a ring on it’ as kaveh says) despite the fact that you arrange your books in alphabetical order rather than the dewey decimal system he’s followed since childhood.

which is why he doesn’t understand why you’re suddenly acting like this. if he could swiftly classify your behaviour, it’d be much easier for him to make adjustments to whatever it is he’s doing, but he still hasn’t figured it out.

you’re on the night shift today, which means you’re still asleep as he gets ready for the day. he presses a kiss to your temple, pulling the covers back up around your chin before heading into the kitchen.

kaveh’s already awake too, nursing a mug of coffee as he mulls over the blueprints spread over the dinner table. alhaitham pours himself some coffee, settling into a chair and ignoring his roommate’s protests as he pushes blueprints aside to make room for his mug.

“i was looking at those,” the architect grumbles. “can’t you sit somewhere else?”

alhaitham opens his book, flipping to the page he’d left off on. “it’s my table.”

“that i picked!”

“and i paid for.”

he knows that kaveh can’t argue with that. he smirks, crossing his leg over his knee as kaveh mutters curses, gathering up his blueprints and stomping over to the living room.

when he’s got a good book open, ignoring kaveh’s grumblings is an easy task. his eyes shift toward the clock, and when he sees it’s almost time to head to the akademiya, it’s his turn to grumble.

but then you saunter out of the bedroom, stretching languidly before shuffling over to sit in his lap, pressing various, sleepy kisses to his face. “good morning.”

“ugh,” kaveh scoffs from the couch. “so unbecoming.”

“move out then,” alhaitham suggests, gripping your chin and pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“i can bring you lunch today,” you suggest, hugging him tightly. “or we can go to puspa café and finally have our fortunes read in the coffee grounds!”

“no need,” he tells you. “i’ll just have amani bring me something.”

your face immediately falls, and he doesn’t need to be a scholar to know he’s made some sort of mistake. especially when you slide off his lap, picking up his unfinished cup of coffee and placing it in the sink.

“oh, it’s so awkward,” he hears kaveh say from the living room.

“i wasn’t…” he swallows his protests when you turn around, hands on your hips.

“well, you can just have amani bring you a new one when you get to work.” you turn on your heel, heading off to the bedroom and slamming the shut behind you.

“you handled that terribly,” kaveh informs him. “clearly you’ve never had a woman scream at you with her eyes.”

alhaitham closes his book letting out a breath. “noted.”

after a beat silence, his roommate is the one who sighs, claiming the seat across from him. “alright, i’m going to help you now. because i know that your life has been one grand exercise in romantic self-destruction.”

“romantic self—”

“let me finish. between the job that you have and the one that you somehow got, how often are you home?”

“same hours as always,” he answers easily. just because he had two jobs now did not mean he had to work longer than his standard nine to five.

kaveh shakes his head. “yes, but you always come home too exhausted to do anything, and then she goes to work for the night.”

“that is typically what employed adults who pay rent do.”

he can’t help but chuckle when kaveh rolls his eyes. “okay, smartass. but do yourself a favour and don’t talk about the assistant that obviously has a crush on you. it’s always ‘amani’s this,’ and ‘amani that.’ next time your fiancee offers to bring you lunch, just say yes and absolutely don’t mention that your assistant can bring it to you instead. she’s jealous. you simply have to assure her that she has no reason to be.”

you’re not like that, alhaitham thinks. because he knows you. knows that you’d never be prone to something as cliché as jealousy. and of almani? whose face he couldn’t pick out of a crowd if he tried?

also, kaveh absolutely could not be right. he refused it.

_____

alhaitham’s already at the bimarstan when you arrive, holding two to-go cups of coffee from puspa café. you roll your eyes as your coworkers and patients are whisper amongst themselves, in awe of the akademiya scribe/acting grand sage in their midst.

“you still have approximately ten minutes before your shift,” he tells you. “have coffee with me.”

“i need to get ready,” you huff, speed-walking toward the staff room. “why don’t you drink it with almani instead?”

it’s a low blow, and it’s punctuated by the flash of hurt that flickers across his face. he follows you, though, ignoring the ‘staff only’ sign and shutting the door tightly behind you both.

he opts to stay silent as you put your things away, letting you take the drinks from his hand, “you don’t have to drink it. caffeine intake can affect a person’s fine motor skills. such circumstances are unideal if you’re stitching together a wound or—”

“don’t tell me what to do,” you take the lid off one of the drinks, still glaring at him as you take a sip. “i’m not your assistant.”

if looks could kill, he’d be dead. usually, this is the kind of look you reserve for kaveh when he’s banging around building knick-knacks in the middle of the night.

“i don’t like amani.” alhaitham takes the cup from your hands, placing it on the bench. “i love you, and i don’t say it enough.”

you deflate a little, shaking your head. “no— i— i know. i guess it’s just been a little crazy with everything that’s been going on. you’re the acting grand sage now and you’re busier than ever. i should be more supportive instead of being crazy jealous of—”

“so you were jealous?” damn kaveh.

“well, if i started spending all my time with someone other than you, wouldn’t you be?”

“no,” he answers confidently, reaching out and pulling you in by the waist. “i’m kind of a big deal around here. you certainly can’t do better than me.

“doctor,” one of your medical students interrupts, poking her head into the room. “the general mahamatra is in need of medical attention. he’s asked for you, specifically.”

wait, cyno? asking for you?

this information doesn’t seem to puzzle you the way it does him, and you press a quick kiss to alhaitham’s lips, smiling. “i’ll be right there.”

and if alhaitham hovers a little too closely, shooting daggers over the top of his book while you clean up and stitch the wound on cyno’s unfortunately well-sculpted abdomen, laughing at his every awful joke— you simply smirk, choosing not to say anything.

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3 years ago

Hello? I- yes i'd like to die like this please

can i request some fluff for mammon smelling a really nice perfume on mc and cuddling them all day

This is how you die.

On the bed, phone in hand, a fatal weight crushing your torso. It’s a slow, agonizing death for sure, but it’s not the worst way to go.

“Mammon, I need to charge my phone.”

The demon hums, but doesn’t move a single muscle.

Maybe it isn't such a good idea, stealing his perfume. The very moment he recognized the fragrance, he made it his mission to follow you everywhere you went. He was there in your classes, was clinging onto you as you made your way down the hallways, had his head resting on your shoulder during lunchtime.

And now, just as you’re about to take a nap, he flings himself onto you and tucks his arms comfortably under your back. His hair is a mess from all the tossing, and it's tickling your face. All this cuddling has made you quite hot, and you are quite sure your bones will never be arranged in the same way again.

But to say that you hate it would be a lie. It's far from the truth, actually. You are getting a kick out of the circumstance. It's not everyday Mammon puts his affection on display like this, especially physically. This side of him is almost endearing.

You push his bangs back, and notice that his eyes are closed. "Are you taking the nap for me?"

"Can't help it," his words are slurred with drowsiness. "You smell so good."

"It's the tenth time you tell me that. And mind you, it's your perfume."

"Yea, I have good taste."

The both of you chuckle.

Sleep crawls up on you at last, owing to his steady breathing and peaceful countenance. Throwing your phone to the far side of the bed, you shift so that you are lying flat on your back and wrap your arms around him. He buries his face even further into your shirt, so much that you aren't sure if he can breathe.

You shake the thought off. Death by cuddling doesn't sound too bad anyways.

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2 years ago

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2 years ago

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1 year ago

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+

Reducing The Strongest Sorcerer Into A Whiny Needy Mess Underneath You. Riding Him As He Looks At You

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.

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1 year ago

Nimona (2023) + text posts

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3 years ago

deadass need this cause I cant write dialogue to save my life

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

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