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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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gojo satoru jjk x reader jjk smut gojo smut

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.

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1 year ago

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ara-ara-bitch

2 years ago

Talking in the sheets ~

I simply watched a reel on Instagram of male hands firmly grabbing some sheets and here I am, a horny mess.

CW: sexual intercourse, size mentions, dirty talk, knotting, releasing inside

How Genshin men would sound in bed

Feat.: Itto, Cyno, Tighnari, Kazuha, Heizou and Al'Haitham

Itto

Very loud, sometimes too loud for your likings. Everyone nearby would know what you two are doing after only MINUTES - so his companions would always greet you with a mischievous smirk

It's difficult to get in the right mood with him when Itto is overly excited, you have to frequently tell him to slow down a little and lower his voice for you. He doesn't intentionally act this way, he's just so excited to be this close to you that he simply cannot hold back

Tells you repeatedly how difficult it is to fit inside you, after all as an Oni he is HUGE. Panting and moaning near your ear he either grabs the sheets or squeezes your hands firmly while slowly sinking into your tight hole

Growls and moans loudly when he finishes, similar to a tiger roaring, while burying himself deep inside you. When he is too exhausted from railing you - he not only possesses great strenght but also a lot of stamina - his voice may also crack a little ~

Heizou

Would talk dirty to you all the time. Sweet whispers in your ear while slowly working you two towards your release, pushing the right buttons and doing you in a steady pace.

Quiet by default. As a detective Heizou always has to lurk in the shadows and wait for his time to come, therefore he is no different in bed. His words are meant only for you to hear so he always makes sure to keep his voice down. His whispering is quite arousing though ~

Stamina is NEVER a problem with Heizou; although he looks gaunt, due to his work and being up on his feet all day he built up a very decent stamina. Also he completely fits inside you, his tip only slightly touching your cervix and giving you some extra pleasure

His voice changes in tone when he's close to his release, sounding a bit higher, sometimes he even whimpers softly

Kazuha

Barely talks during your love making and rather enjoys it quietly. Kazuha only talks when he wants to compliment you during your intercourse and prefers to enjoy your time together in silence

Holds back his voice when releasing himself inside you except he feels VERY safe and knows that nobody else is within hearing range. Otherwise you will only hear him moan and pant with IMMENSE self-control, even if you encourage him to just let himself go

Kazuha smiles at you most whole-heartedly after you two reached your climax, you clearly see and feel the unconditional love he holds for you as he gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his embrace

He fits inside you perfectly and his long time wandering has gained him a lasting stamina although he prefers to be the bottom part

Tighnari

Similar to Heizou and Kazuha, Tighnari is not too loud during love making by nature. He keeps his lips close to your ear or neck, his puffing and panting sending shivers down your spine as his hot breath crawls over your skin. Moaning is kind of rare for him but once he reaches his climax some unholy noises may finally escape his throat

This is followed by embarrassment soon afterwards. His ears turned sidewards and his cheeks slightly red he can't look at you for more than a split second for a while. Instead he buries his face in your neck and enjoys the warmth of your skin on his while cuddling

Tighnari is big - his people possess some animal attributes after all. Especially during his heat he doesn't completely fit inside you even though he wants to so badly, knotting and creating new life inside you is all he can think about. You will receive looots of apologies later for his lack of self-control and all those naughty things he wanted to do to you - and the things he actually did ~

When aroused his voice can become unusually deep - not that you dislike it though. Actually you enjoy those rare opportunities to hear him growl in pleasure

Al'Haitham

Looots of growling and mumbling in a deep husky voice. His lips are right beside your ear while he's taking you slowly, sliding himself deep inside you with every thrust and gradually working you both to your climax. "You're so tight around me... I want you to come hard for me..."

Loves it when you dig your nails into his shoulders, doing so is always followed by a satisfied, deep moan. Al'Haitham somehow has a faible for complimenting you in bed - but in bed only. Daily conversations are filled with his sharp, sometimes even mean comments

For a mere Scribe his body is built insanely well, and so are his stamina and size. Al'Haitham has trouble fitting inside you and strangely enough it boosts his confidence. Still he tries to get you as comfortable as possible and you will definitely get a reward for accomodating so well to him

He can hold up a very long time without getting exhausted, longer than you would have ever expected

Cyno

Similar to Kazuha he will barely make loud noises during your love making. Still, his voice becomes raspy, almost smokey when he moans and growls in pleasure right next to your ear, steadily thrusting into you. His fingers are always entangled with yours, squeezing your hands tightly with every thrust

The reason of him keeping his voice down: his profession. He haunts the villains down to bring them to court so Cyno often has to remain in the shadows. As he is accustomed to suppress any possible noise for there can always be an enemy nearby he can hardly let himself lose control unless you two reside in a safe place. But you sure know ways to make him utter some unfaithful noises ~

He is slightly too big to fit inside you completely or at last comfortably but Cyno still finds his ways around this problem. At first he doesn't last as long as he would like to as you are simply too tight for him to hold back. But the more he gets used to be inside you the better he becomes at controlling his climax

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ara-ara-bitch

2 years ago

❝YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU PRAYED❞ — ZHONGLI

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

PAIRING: ZHONGLI x AFAB!READER

SUMMARY: one little graze is all it takes for morax to come out to play

WARNINGS: biting, spitting, monsterfucking, two dick zhongli, feral zhongli, dvp, rough sex, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, mating press, implied breeding, implied multiple rounds

WC: 0.8k

a big thank you to @sanzucide for beta'ing and @tojiholic for editing <3

“open up,” zhongli’s deep voice demanded as his fingers roughly pressed into your cheeks, claws digging into your skin.

if you had known that something as simple as grazing your teeth along his shoulder would awaken primal instinct in him, you probably could've prepared better for this moment. because as soon as you pulled away and his eyes flash a bright gold, you didn't have time to register that the man in front of you quickly went from your loving and caring significant other to an archon in his primal form with animalistic urges and instincts.

you opened your mouth, watching as his adams apple bobbed up and down while he gathered saliva in his mouth. you wanted to squirm, but couldn't move as his free hand kept your hips pinned against his, his two cocks stretching out your soaked cunt and splitting you open as you tried to adjust to the size of them. you whimpered as he pursed his lips, a long trail of spit falling from them and onto your awaiting tongue. it was hot, damn near scalding as he let his hand go, lightly pushing your jaw closed.

“swallow.”

you did, trying not to let it catch as it felt like fire slithering down the back of your throat. it warmed your belly, making you groan as you already felt immense pressure from the tips of his cocks pushing against your cervix. he wasn't sure at first if you could handle him, but you were doing extremely well and the thought of properly marking you up made him twitch inside you with excitement. the way you gave easily gave in without a fight had him licking his lips in anticipation.

he gave you no warning as he pulled his hips back before roughly burying himself into you again. you yelped, bracing your hands against his strong shoulders — like that would do you any good. he'd gotten a taste, and he wanted more. morax quickly became insatiable, driving into you with a force that mixed pain into pleasure.

he dipped his head down, nipping at your neck a few times. when a moan left your mouth, his sharp canines pierced your flesh and you cried out at how badly it hurt. but, the way your walls clamped down around him was the only thing he needed to keep going. even though it stung, you couldn't deny how great it felt when his teeth pierced your flesh.

your eyes rolled back as you wrapped your arms around him, his name falling breathlessly off your lips as he dragged his cocks in and out of your cunt. you were so tight, growls escaping him as he littered your chest and shoulders with nips and bites. each thrust left him throbbing, twitching inside you as he rutted as deep as he could go. one of his hands grabbed your thigh, pushing it back before doing the same to the other. you whimpered, toes curling as his momentum picked up and he hit that sweet spot that was aching for release.

“s’close,” you cried out, chest heaving while his thighs rammed against the back of yours. “i– m’gonna cum.”

you didn't even have to tell him. he could feel the way your walls constricted around him, making the already tight fit that much more excruciating. he'd long tossed care out the window, quickly pushing you over the edge as he aggressively fucked the fat tips of his cocks against your cervix. the grip your cunt had on him wavered as it spasmed and your body shuddered underneath him. you were calling out his name– morax– and even though you were twitching under him and completely coming undone, he kept railing into you to chase his own high.

you squeezed your eyes shut, clinging to him as incoherent noises came from his mouth. he couldn't even speak, his mind overrode with the carnal instinct to fill your pussy full of his cum until you could no longer keep it in. just the thought of twice the load leaking from your abused cunt had a growl rippling through his chest.

his rhythm soon became unsteady, losing all control of his hips. you could feel how raw he was riding you, his balls smacking your skin so hard you wouldn't be shocked if welts formed. with a sharp twitch, he was cumming deep inside you and driving it in even after the euphoric feeling flowing through him had dispersed. he kept going despite the tears slowly starting to trail down your cheeks. he was still hard and you, even though you felt like you were being split open, you were once again shaking and clenching tightly around him.

while zhongli was a gentle lover, morax was the opposite, and as long as you made no move to stop him, he would run you until you broke.

TAGS: @dxlucs @mxnjiros @albedophoria @suyacho @stygianoir

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genshin smut zhongli smut zhongli x reader

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ara-ara-bitch

1 year ago

🍂🍁🦦🍂🍁

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genshin impact neuvillette

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ara-ara-bitch

1 year ago

play wrestling, yan genshin edition.

lets you win, offers no resistance because they think you're cute: zhongli, shenhe, diluc, albedo, alhaitham, kazuha

lets you win because they don't even realize what you're doing: alhaitham, xiao, cyno, ei

would've let you won, if you hadn't provoked them with insults: kaeya, eula, kaveh

wins to establish dominance: CHILDE, scaramouche, raiden shogun

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ara-ara-bitch

2 years ago

— A Short And Casual Genshin Impact Otome Game.

— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.

⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢

┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.

◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇

The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior

◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇

Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇

This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.

◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.

Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.

There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).

◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.

◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇

This is a super casual project.

Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.

Novel format without narration (full dialogs).

There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.

There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.

Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.

Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.

Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.

I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇

No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.

I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!

◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇

hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace