Smiling Like Im The One Getting Smooched

this writer has made me a literal hoe for this man i- I cant

tags: fem! reader, breeding, unprotected sex, semi public sex (no one is around), creampie

notes: pls tags work :,)

“wha—satoru, why’d you just warp us in the middle of—” you’re cut off by the cold press of the wall against your back as gojo’s lips firmly push against yours, messy and desperate and so damn needy—and if your eyes hadn’t fluttered shut in response to his lips on yours, they might’ve widened in shock. 

it’s just a little astonishing, just a tad bit unexpected that the man who’s quite literally the strongest is as riled up as he is. and it’s all for you, the way his hands quiver as they trail down your sides and settle on your hips, the way he kisses so sloppy and doesn’t seem to care it’s a clash of tongue and teeth—it’s all because of you. he squeezes your hips, hard, just to ground himself as his breath turns ragged while his lips all but devour yours.

“it’s fine,” he mumbles, “it’s fine, they’ll be fine—fuck, i’ll be quick i promise baby. it’ll be so, so quick,” he groans, and you can feel the strain of his erection through his pants, poking at you as his hands wander past your waist to your ass, squeezing while his tongue glides over your lips before exploring your mouth. his cock is pulsing, hot against you even as the fabric of your clothes separates you from him. 

and as your hands instantly make their way to his hair—like second nature, because really, you could never resist gojo—you have to wonder what could’ve possibly made him so impatiently needy? one second you’re laughing with yuji, ruffling his hair, and the next you’re pressed against a brick wall in the middle of god knows where. and gojo’s big—incredibly so—and he cages you with those broad shoulders of his, towering over you with that annoyingly tall figure, feeling you up and groping your tits with those large hands.

honestly, gojo doesn’t even know where it came from, or why it hit him so suddenly. maybe it’s because you’re so good to yuji, because you guide him so gently with a smile that’s warm. or maybe, it’s because gojo’s still been secretly replaying that image of you waving to that toddler on the streets the other day. perhaps it’s because you’re just so nurturing and so fucking sweet—or maybe…maybe it’s because he thinks he finally has a shot at a perfect little family for once. one to come home to and let a genuine smile take on his face, one that awaits his arrival and wishes him to come back safe, one that’s his and only his. 

and maybe, the idea of you cooing at an infant as you bounce them gently isn’t too bad of an image either—that coupled with the idea of your breasts swelling isn’t too bad, he supposes. 

“but satoru, we’re in the middle of teaching, w-we can’t—”

“won’t take long,” he promises, voice breathless with borderline begging laced in his tone, and gojo satoru has never begged you before. it makes your head spin, makes your knees buckle and your core ache—even if he’s not even verbally said the words. but then he does, and you just don’t know how you’re supposed to say no. “please, please, please. won’t take long. just need to fuck you, just once…just need to fill you up,” he’s rambling, and there’s not a trace of that usual smugness in his words. 

no, this time, all that’s left is a gojo that whines into your mouth, ruts his hips into your fist when you cave and reach and palm his stiff length, reaching past his waistband so your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around his fat tip. he moans, and it’s so pretty and loud and drawn out—and you just can’t fight the rational part of you any longer. 

“j-just once—you gotta be quick, kay toru? can’t take long,” you warn, and it’s all he needs, all that has to be said for him to push his pants down his legs and pull yours down too—and he fumbles. his hands shake and he’s clumsy as he guides his thick length to slide up and down your folds and collect your slick before he pushes past your entrance.

he chokes, lets out a guttural groan that melts into the skin of your neck as his face buries into the crook of it, skin slapping against yours as he thrusts in and out at a sloppy pace. 

“‘m gonna be q-quick, so quick. fuck—need you so bad, sweetheart. need to see you round with my baby so bad,” he babbles into your neck, cock hammering into you and making your head spin that you almost miss the words. you whimper as his thumb toys with your clit, let out noises so sweet, he craves their taste on his tongue as his mouth is back on yours, drinking in your high-pitched moans. “you look so pretty, yeah? gonna give my p-pretty girl a pretty little baby,” he grunts. 

you clamp down on him at those words, and it hurdles him further into losing all composure, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist so he can sink in deeper, go further, fuck you just that much fuller. he hears you plead, hears your voice break as it begs him to go faster, and then it’s all a blur as he bullies into your weeping pussy as his swollen tip kisses your spot over and over and over again in perfect precision, making you both choke on moans. 

“t-toru,” you gasp, “toru, fuck.”

“‘m close, baby. so close, ‘m g-gonna cum. gonna give you all my cum, gonna fill you up. you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby,” he rasps, and as if his own words hit him like a ton of bricks, he shudders as he groans deeper than you’ve ever heard him. “my baby,” he growls, “f-fuck, you’re gonna have my fuckin’ baby.” 

“wan’ your baby,” you plead, “wan’ it so bad, toru, please,” you cry, tears prickling at your lash line as his thumb rubs circles into your clit while he ruts into your warm walls desperately. your hips push to meet his thrusts, and gojo watches as your jaw slacks with moans that rip from your pretty little lips with each slam of his hips. “c-close, ‘m gonna cum, toru,” you whimper. 

“go ahead, baby,” he encourages, pressing a sweet kiss to your jaw as his hips don’t stutter from their brutal pace, “cum as many times as you need to. gonna carry my baby for me, ‘s the least i can do.” 

you cum with a whine at his words, eyes screwing shut as you grasp at his shirt with a clawed grip, and gojo follows not long after. thick, hot spurts of cum paint your walls white, and his hips cant to fuck his load into you as deep as it’ll go, a choked string of curses falling from his swollen lips as you milk him of every drop. 

“toru!”

“th-that’s it, angel,” he groans, “shit—squeezin’ me so tight, pretty pussy jus’ can’t wait, huh?”

he rides you both through your highs, lets you slump against his chest as you both pant harshly, cum dripping down your thighs as he pulls out. his stares at the sight, at the mess between your legs, at the mess he made—and then he frowns. it’s downright wasteful to let his cum leak, and his cock is still stiff, still just as hard and aching to fill you to the brim as before, so he sinks back in even as you whine, even as your legs quiver and your eyes widen. 

“one more, baby, please. jus’ one more—just to be sure, kay? won’t take long, i promise. one more ‘s all i need,” he slurs, and he doesn’t even give you a chance to fully wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts your legs to latch onto his hips and hoist you up, lips back on yours in another heated kiss. 

“jus’ one more, toru,” you agree when you pull away—and how could you not give in when he asked so sweetly? and truth be told, you’re not entirely sure if you’ll be able to say no if he asks one more time after this, or another time after that, or just one more time after that. 

based on this:

SOMETHING BORROWED

things of yours they keep with them when you’re away.

kaedehara kazuha, xiao, venti, scaramouche, albedo, childe, shikanoin heizou, hu tao, nagonohara yoimiya, kamisato ayaka x gender neutral reader.

wc: almost 1.4k total.

content: fluff, mild (very very mild) angst, they miss you.

reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

KAZUHA who keeps your scrunchie on his wrist at all times. you had to temporarily go your separate ways, because of a mission you had to complete. he wanted to accompany you, and at his puppy-like eyes and worried pout, you almost caved. but alas, he had business in inazuma for the time being. seeing the poet’s crestfallen expression, your own heart already aching at the temporary distance between you, you slipped your favorite silk hair-tie on your lover’s wrist. your tender lips sealed a wind-swept promise of hearts tied: “i’ll be back soon, my love.” your reassuring smile seems to sing; “my heart is always by your side, my dove.” kazuha’s scarlet glassy gaze whispers to you in the wind. the wandering samurai smiles. he can still feel the warmth of your kiss soft against his skin.

XIAO who gently holds the petals of the now dry qingxin you once placed in his hair. the vigilant yaksha hates the idea of you having to embark alone on this journey. but it’s not like he can leave liyue unattended, that’s not what you wanted, anyway. so now the adeptus wonders, and waits. waits hoping to not hear your name calling his voice in the wind. that would mean you are in danger. no, xiao chides himself, he can’t think like that; he has to believe you will be alright. you reassured him, after all, your smile the bright crystalflies that shine upon his darkest nights. he will wait until you return, just as you always do, with only the stars for company on the nights bloodshed is all xiao knows before your arms envelop him.

VENTI who longingly eyes the (now empty) bottle of dandelion wine you gifted to him on your guys anniversary. the usual cheerful sunshine in him is dimmed by the semi-opaque stained glass of the bottle in his hands, memories of your kiss and the wind through your hair swirling like a lethal and addictive liquor. venti knows you will be safe, you are the anemo archon’s beloved; yet still, a pout draws on his sweet lips when he thinks of how you left before sunrise, only a note and a cecilia flower to keep him company in the meantime. so the windborne bard reminisces. if he closes his eyes, he can almost feel the tickle of your lips on the back of his neck. soon enough, he tells himself, teal sky eyes reflecting the rainbows the midday sun casts through the crystal bottle.

SCARAMOUCHE who doesn’t separate of your favorite plushie. you entrusted it to him before your departure, as an oath of sorts, to come back, safe, sound and soon. the wanderer’s gaze of iridic constellated hyacinths regards your plushie with fondness once more, before slipping it under his hat. it won’t be alone there, he thinks, for the doll that accompanies him everywhere is there too. and both will keep company to his once hollowed heart, now full, the previous black hole, filled with galaxies of you, your smiles and tender touches, an expanding nebula of rose-colored waking dreams. you and your affection, a universe inside of him, warm and happy; a place where birds always sing, somewhere you took him to stay. together. somewhere he can keep smiling, the tug on his lips too intense to be concealed by the midnight of half-hearted scowls. he looks up. it’s a starry night. scaramouche wonders if you are looking up at the sky too.

ALBEDO whose love for you runs so deep, he doesn’t even need a material object. the vivid image of your features is engraved in that brilliant mind of his. and to the world, he will show the gilded petals of your beauty; a new blank canvas, his realm to command, every colorful brushstroke rendering you in everlasting bloom. as flickering icy diamonds flutter to the ground, sundry hues blanket his canvas. a masterpiece in the making, the frigid howling winds upon the dragonspine mountains, the orchestra for the climax of this play. you, his muse. him, the starring role, destined to make you shine, shine, shine. because even in his memories, you will forever be bright as golden morning dew upon the most glorious sunrise. the alchemist paints. minutes tick by. your return is nearer with every new patch of ground covered in the color of chalk.

CHILDE who holds the pillow where you dream on close to his heart after sundown. ginger hair all tousled, ocean eyes devoid of the light you bring to them, his arms tighten around the pillow. oh, how you reduce the war-honed harbinger to the likes of a lovesick boy. inhaling the lingering scent of your perfume on the bed covers, ajax resigns himself to your temporary absence. he always hated when you had to go on missions by yourself. but harbinger orders are absolute, not much he can do there. turning around, childe lays on his side, his fingers tracing your cold pillow, in the same motions you always do when connecting the freckles dotting the bridge of his nose. “they are my favorite stars.” you always told him, bopping his nose. a smile lights up the warrior’s face at the thought of you. ajax hopes you can see your favorite stars again shortly.

HEIZOU who stays up late into the night, re-reading the entries penned by you in the journal where you record cases solved together. before you came around, the young detective was used to working solo, but, as if in a flash, you changed that. since you two partnered up, it is rare to see one of you without the other. that’s why, to him, it’s so hard to bear being without you, even for a short while. sighing, heizou’s emerald eyes close momentarily, his fingertips still resting over your handwriting. he closes the leather-bound book, the warmth emanating from his bedside candle, orange behind his eyelids. he wishes to feel your warmth again very soon.

HU TAO who fiddles with her new silver ring. you got it together at a stall during lantern rite, the funeral parlor director’s vivacious eyes rivaling the xiao lanterns floating in the sky. yet now, her soul lingers in the dream-like ghost of instants together. she misses you. it’s not unusual for you to be out on commissions for a while, but this time your travel will take longer. what if… no, hu tao shakes her head, she can’t think like that. she’s been keeping track of the souls entering the other world and you seem to be okay but… the director closes her igneous eyes. the coldness of the ring you got for her grounds her, rowing her spirit to sunnier shores. the sky is so blue… it seems like a good omen.

YOIMIYA whose ambarine gaze studies a particular firework note. yours. the one she produced for you the first time you set foot in her shop; the one you lit up together the night your feelings for each other were spelled out in the sky. to you, yoimiya was the sun. but even clouds can shadow the brightest of stars when its moon is not there to catch it. with a sigh, the queen of the summer festival stands up. this won’t do, yoimiya tells herself. carefully putting away the note, she steps out. the night’s air moonlit sparks grace her skin. she smiles. the moon is full, high in the sky.

AYAKA who clutches the omamori you gifted her before your trip. her gentle icy eyes focus on it. “so you don’t miss me too much.” you told her, as you put the amulet in her hands, your lips resting against her cheeks that turned the color of cherry blossoms in bloom. the shirasagi himegimi chuckles, a note caught between wistfulness and fondness. years before, ayaka would have never imagined she’d get to know someone so deeply, to call them her beloved. yet here she is, dreaming of sailing the horizon, to new lands with you. a sweet scented breeze blows by, a slight rain of satin rosy petals surrounding her. her silvery gaze casts upwards. the horizon is pink too. ayaka wishes to see a ship gliding across it very soon.

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Little tips and tricks for improving descriptions

Full disclaimer that my advice is never gospel. These are just things that have helped me improve my descriptions and so I thought I'd share if other people want to as well. I also think these can be employed regardless of writing style.

Be intentional with your word choice. Know when you want to use red or scarlet or carmine and don't be afraid to use unconventional words if you think they fit. Sometimes saying "the blood is red" is all that's needed and perfectly acceptable. But carmine might provoke a clearer image. You can also use word choice to show off character and setting. One character might pay particular attention to the family crest on someone's cufflinks while another might gloss over such details.

Expand on your premise. If we're meant to be in an opulent manor then referencing the intricate iron balustrade on the grand staircase gives the house much more character than simply saying "the manor was opulent." You can do the latter but the former gives us something a little extra to chew on and, in my opinion, brings us much more into the scene.

If you don't know how to describe something, look it up. I do this often with clothes, objects, and architecture. For example, I search up "vases" on websites like 1stdibs and study the descriptions and word choices used and employ them in my own words to make sure I'm using the correct terminology. Also searching "anatomy of the...." is another good way to bridge the terminology gap. Obviously not everyone is going to know what ribbed vs embossed vs chased means but they can always look it up themselves and they might learn something new!

Study art and images for inspiration. If you're someone who has a lot of trouble visualising things yourself then using aids is perfectly fine. Try a trick of finding an image you like and placing it by your word doc or simply pasting it inside while you're typing so you have something to refer to. I like to call this "word tracing". If I want to conjure the image of a pretty garden then studying the image of a garden and seeing what makes it pretty helps. Perhaps there's an elegant copse of willow trees or tumbling garlands of wisteria, etc.

To avoid static descriptions, be dynamic. General rule of thumb is don't just write paragraphs and paragraphs of descriptions as it'll cause the eyes to gloss over. But try to make descriptions come alive as much as possible to bring people into a scene. If someone is taking a seat on the chair then how does the chair feel? Is it upholstered in silk or velvet or leather? Does it creak from age? Does it smell of varnish? Is there a notable pattern of the fabric or engraving on the wood?

Employ the five senses. I touch on this a little in the previous point but try not to just focus on what the characters are seeing but also what they're tasting, smelling, hearing and touching. If there's fire crackling in a hearth then they'll be able to feel the heat, they might be able to smell fragrant smoke. Do they like the smell or is it too pungent? Can they hear the embers spitting? These are things you can also weave through conversations between characters to keep these scenes from being too bare bones.

STAOPP THIS IS SO CUTE

Another "The plushie I gave her" trend photo of Sylus & Xavier 😭 (Art: @ng_ai0 on x)

zh-zhongli and gorou i- 😏

Genshin Impact Men + Awkward Boners

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Xiao, Gorou, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, embarrassment, teasing, awkward boners, masturbation mention

A/N: This is just something I find really funny to think about.

Kaeya would try to play it off as intentional. How could he not get horny when you're laying your head in his lap, your lips so close to where he needs them most right now. So what if the two of you were just going over reports? He couldn't help but stare at your lips, imagining them closing in on his cock. Fuck, fuck the reports, he wants you. Now.

Oh Diluc would be as read as his hair. Getting horny behind the counter as he watches you cleaning up tables, when some of the patrons are still there. If he were to move away from it he knows that his bulge would be visible. You hear him groan and see him looking a little uncomfortable. When you walk around to him and see the predicament he's in you can barely stop your chuckle as his face gets even redder. You lean in close to his ear, whispering to help him take care of it as soon as the last customer is out.

Itto would only be slightly embarrassed. He got hot and horny just from sparring with you. That might not be a problem right now but if the two of you were in a middle of a fight and he got a boner it would be really difficult for him to fight. Luckily if he learned anything in his life it was that practice makes perfect. So if he can make this go away, with perhaps a little help from you, then you can spar again and he can try not to get a raging hard on. But if he does, well it's nice knowing that your lips, hands, tits and cunt are always his to help himself to.

Thoma would be feeling guilty about it more than anything. He was supposed to be the one helping everyone with their problems and here he was getting horny just because you sat on his lap and whispered into his ear. Fuck, he can't help but buck his hips into yours, and saying sorry right after, hiding his face in your shoulder. You don't really care, in fact you tell him that if anything it's flattering that you can make him feel this way. If there's anything, anything you can do to help, you'd be happy to. After all he's the one always helping others, its only fair that you help him avoid any more embarrassment.

Xiao finds it odd that it happened when the two of you were just cuddling. He hasn't slept in the same bed with many people any it's even more rare that this kind of thing happens to him. He wants to scurry away before you wake up and take notice but his wiggling only makes you press yourself harder against his bulge. He can't help but groan, the sound waking you up and realizing his not so little problem. It's even more rare for him to blush in front of someone, so this is a real treat for you indeed. As you roll your hips again to tease him he has to put his hands on hips to stop you before he creams into his pants. But you want him to, you tell him to let go, and enjoy. And indeed he does.

Gorou was so fucking embarrassed about getting a hard on in the middle of a meeting with the rest of the generals. He quickly excuses himself and leaves to his bedroom, that he shares with you. When the meeting ends you enter the bedroom and find him pumping his cock while sniffing your pillow. His face goes crimson when he sees you in the room. As you approach he uses the pillow to hide his hard on, but the pressure only makes him grind his hips into the pillow. He apologizes for you seeing him like this. The last thing he expected though was for you to move the pillow and wrap your mouth around his cock instead, inviting him to finish what he started. Your mouth is much better then a pillow after all.

Zhongli can't believe that he let himself lose control over himself like this. You were just sitting in his lap, helping him go over his latest contracts when you felt his hardening dick poking against your ass. You back up into him further, not sure if you're dreaming or not, but the growl that comes into your ear sends such a bolt of pleasure through your body that you can feel the wetness already gathering between your thighs, better than any dream. Zhongli takes a deep breath and bucks his hips into yours, his hands now firm on your hips to keep you still as he continues to roll his hips into yours. Never in his life did he think he would be desperately humping his lover in his own office, but he can't help his instincts. You're beautiful, you smell good, and horny, and absolutely ravishing. And he will have you, Right here, right now.

After finishing song of achilles within 2 days.. I can say I don't feel sad..

I feel empty.

Instead of the ache within that we feel after reading some good angst, I feel as though a part of my soul just died.

I don't feel sad at the tragedy..

but the tears that threaten to escape say otherwise.

Imagine being Heaven's Therapist. The person would probably quit after the first day.

Pei Ming would show up there just to flirt, regardless of gender, he will try his luck.

Xie Lian would be the only one showing up daily except that he doesn't like to acknowledge that he has trauma so he'd be laughing about it and feel awkward when the therapist isn't laughing too. Meanwhile the therapist might have second-hand trauma from Xie Lian's jokes.

Mu Qing won't even show up.

Hua Cheng sneaks into heaven just because there's someone getting paid to listen to rants so he can talk about how much he loves Xie Lian all day long.

Jun Wu would also never show up. 2000 years of baggage, one therapist will never be enough.

Feng Xin might show up and actually get shit done. He needs a therapist and not their go-to sarcastic one (I mean you Mu-Qing).

Shi Wudu also wouldn't show up but he'd make Shi Qingxuan go.

Shi Qingxuan would drag Ming Yi with him and it would be so awkward for so many reasons. Cause Shi Qingxuan isn't even aware....that he has trauma...... (Yes, this is pre canon). Ming Yi would go for the snacks though.

Ling Wen would go. It's an important part of her schedule but she's only going because it's the only time she can sip tea in peace and be left alone. She's not speaking a word to the therapist. Except maybe bonding from their stressed out jobs.

Quan Yizhen would go because everyone told him to go. He's not sure why he's there. If someone asks about his feelings he'll talk about Shixiong before he curls on the couch and fall asleep.

Lang Qianqiu...... actually has a lot to get off his chest. Even pre-cannon. It gets worse post-cannon. I'm sure, like Qi Ying, he just wants to ask "Did I do something wrong?"