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I brought Michaiah over the Austin Butler side. Mission: Accomplished.
My work here is done. @fictional-at-heart
#first Bobby - now Austinđ#Iâm feeling like a proper recruiter over here!!#queue up Michael Bubleâs âAnd Iâm feelin⊠GOOD.â#but girl Iâve been a fan of him since I watched the Elvis movie while home sick last year#BUT ANYWAY BETTER LATE THAN NEVER#All it took was seeing him in WWII getup and BAMđ„ Sheâs now hooked#Austin Butler#masters of the air#Buck Cleven
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*catboys ur shounen protag*
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#itadori yuuji#yuji itadori#yuuji#fanart#jjk fanart#boss shes drawing shirtless catboys.............#listen i just bought the mewji plush ive been in a Mood ok#u all can forgive me im sure#i rly liked the original mewji sketch that i did last night but fr some reason when i went to clean it i could not get th expression??#it just looked so off and kind of uncanny and not like yuuji at all#so i scapped it :) hes less scrunchy faced now#also. gomenyasai i am still guilty of doubling up on human/cat ears....#espECIALLY with a haircut like yuujis it is beyond me how to omit them#if anyone can make it work u r a better artist than i#anyway im so happy the trend of like. putting ur ref pic next to the finished piece exists#adds a lil layer of visual interest i think !!!#plus i for one think its neat seeing what other ppl use fr ref#i realized while drawing this tht its been a minute since my last boy without a shirt on#every time i get to draw torso muscles i am like i shld do this more often !!! and then i never do#bc the only thing i like more than rendering muscles is a cute fit GHJFJHFGSHg#anyway itadori mewji ladies and gays enjoy <3#i have ! places 2 b !#'why were u late' . uh .
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2/2
#âbetter late than never!â ahh post#this quote reminded me of ren's thought process during 2/2. its not supposed to reflect the canon dialogue. rather his internal monologue#had to adjust it a little to fit the context tho#anyway yea im clocking out happy shuake divorce day everyone#the fact that any reality where ren and akechi meet is always destined to end with akechi dying is so fucked up#persona 5 royal#persona 5#shuake#akeshu#lotus draws
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@lotrweek day 4: gifts, burdens and choices
"Mr. Frodo, he knows heâs got to find the Cracks of Doom, if he can. But heâs afraid. Now itâs come to the point, heâs just plain terrified. Thatâs what his trouble is. Of course heâs had a bit of schooling, so to speak â we all have â since we left home, or heâd be so terrified heâd just fling the Ring in the River and bolt. But heâs still too frightened to start. And he isnât worrying about us either: whether weâll go along with him or no. He knows we mean to. Thatâs another thing thatâs bothering him. If he screws himself up to go, heâll want to go alone. Mark my words! Weâre going to have trouble when he comes back. For heâll screw himself up all right, as sure as his nameâs Baggins."
#BIG. BLUE. !!!!!!!! anyway better late than never i suppose đ©đ«Ą#lotrweek#lotredit#lotr#lord of the rings#tolkienedit#tolkien#frodo baggins#usersansa#thcrin#userhaleths#userfrodosam#elenalook#usereme#filmedit#mine#my gif#*lotr#lotr: gif
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Yes, I'm late.
But I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas/Holiday!đ
Shin and Minus One were just excited and happy to see Santa. They a little confused but they got the spirit!
And no, Santa is not dead... Just... frightened :)
#godzilla#godzilla x kong: the new empire#godzilla minus one#shin godzilla#godzilla ultima#godzilla earth#christmas#christmas 2024#shin and -1 were staying up all night waiting for santa#they were so excited!#they meant no harm (to santa at least)#yes their way of showing excitement is very questionable...#they a little confused but they got the spirit!#good for them!#also Ultima wearing facial masks is gonna be part of my lore#why not#he's the type that cares about appearances#also Earth just out there being earth#anyway i was busy so I couldn't post or draw anything on Christmas#better late than never ya know?#hope you guys had a wonderful holiday tho :)#do not repost#my art
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The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.
Dean tells himself itâs nothing, that heâs gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that heâs just turned his phone off and everythingâs fine, that he wouldnât do something stupid, that he wouldnât break his promise.
He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Samâs broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brotherâs life.
Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, thereâs only so far he can get.
He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever heâs trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before heâs dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after heâs dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he canât find a trace of him. Heâs so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.
1:03
Thatâs not possible.
Thatâs not â
His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobbyâs name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.
âDean?â Bobby says tentatively. âAre you â I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, didââ
âWhat did it say, Bobby?â he asks, even though heâs sure he knows.
Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. âTo take care of you.â
Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what heâd been afraid of. This is why he hadnât wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing heâd begged Sam not to do.
It's easy to find a crossroad.
The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. âThat didnât take you long, boy.â
Itâs a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. âThis wasnât the deal. My brother lives and I die.â
âYou traded your soul for your brotherâs life,â she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. âJust like your father traded his for yours. Thereâs no reason Sammy canât make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if youâd just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldnât all be bargaining for each otherâs lives like haggling at a flea market.â
âUntrade it,â he snaps. âMy soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.â
She laughs in his face. âYou donât have anything to bargain with, boy.â
âMy soul,â he repeats, âThatâs what this is about, isnât?â
âOh, itâs what itâs all about,â she says. âBut Sammyâs a clever boy. You know that, donât you? He didnât trade his soul for your life, he didnât have to. You didnât die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.â
At first he doesnât understand. Sam traded his soul for Deanâs, exactly, so thereâs no reason he canât trade it right back. Then he gets it.
She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. âThatâs right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didnât think youâd take proper care of it. You have it because thatâs where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You canât sell a soul you donât own.â
âYou canât,â he has to clear his throat, âyou canât just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-â
âEleventh hour?â she interrupts. âSammy made his deal eleven months ago.â
His mouth is so dry he canât speak.
âIsnât it funny?â she asks, head cocked to the side. âAll this time, the deal heâs been trying to get out of wasnât yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldnât help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldnât tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.â
Deanâs going to be sick. âDonât â please, please, Iâll give you anything-â
âYou donât have anything,â she says, gleeful. âYou want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammyâs down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. Itâs his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.â She sighs happily. âItâs almost as good as anything weâre doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldnât have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.â
Thereâs vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. âI canât â Iâll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.â
She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. âThe only thing you can do is what youâve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isnât in vain.â
God. How can she â how can Sammy expect him to â
Heâs doubling over, finally upchucking what little heâs ate today, and heâs dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.
This canât be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.
#supernatural#sam spends like a couple weeks at most on the rack before pro azazel and therefore pro boy king sam demons steal him away#going wow we're so glad you're in hell and here to take the throne#and sam is like. well. i guess it's better than being tortured for eternity#he rescues his dad and gets such a disappointed look for being in hell that he sort of almost regrets it#anyway 40 hell years later things are mostly in order#so he shows up at bobby's 4 earth months late with starbucks and i don't fucking know an ascot#going hi dean :) you'll never guess what i did on my summer vacation :)#dean is like i am going to fucking kill you with my bare hands (i love you so much)#fandom ficcery
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I made a new OC, say hi to Cassia :)
And some other doodles (and self portrait)
#ff#ffxiv#sesame#Kaiien#saffron#Cassia#Iâm going crazy rn#Literally made Cassia today#and Sesame Kaiien Saffron if they went on vacation heh#not that they will anytime soonâŠ..#anyways#Cass has joined out merry little band of weirdosâŠ#not a great time tho because shit about to go down but hey! better late than never!#âŠâŠmaybe
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Happy late birthday Rindou! âđ»đ a short whatever extracted from: Deer in headlights | Short stories: Rindouâs time to shine
Rindou Haitani never considered himself lucky. Given the situations he and his brother had to go through. That changed drastically when he met you. Now he felt like he was the luckiest man alive, especially in this precise moment, where he laid on his bed with you on top.
âRin, I canât- âs too big,â not even after giving you multiple orgasms, not even after having you splitting on his and every other Bonten executiveâs cock countless times, you still struggled to fit him in.
Rindou had to give you some credit; this was the first time you rode him, and you were doing greatâfuck, amazing. His purple orbs watched your plush thighs trembling as you tried to lower yourself on his stiff cockâboth of his hands on your sides, holding you as his thumbs played with your erected nipples. Your hands were placed on his half tattooed chest, nails leaving half-moons on his skin. He marveled at your efforts, the shaking of your lip every time his cockhead pushed at the rim of your entrance, the little puffs of air and almost inaudible mewls.
âKeep going; youâre doing so good, baby.â
Rindou wanted to sink you on his members so bad; his palms itched just to push you down and pierce through your gaping hole, reaching so deep. The youngest Haitani was struggling just as much as you. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. At least not today.
âLook at me, little lamp,â the internal fight forgotten for a moment as he searched for your teary eyes. âyeah, that's it, open those big doe eyes and look at whoâs filling that pretty pussy,â
#omificstags#omi.dih#rindou haitani x reader#tokyo rev smut#bonten x reader#i felt like sharing#better late than never#the rest of that chapter is so messy HAHAHAHAHA#Anyway this is all for today folks#rindou x reader smut
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Saw some old vines and got inspired:
So here y'all go, Spiderverse as Vines!
#am I late? maybe#but better late than never#getting used to use a new video editor so this was a good exercise for that#some of these might be a reach but I had fun making them so I included them anyways#okay now who to tag...#hobie brown#spider punk#miles morales#spider man#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#gwen stacy#spider gwen#peter b parker#pavitr prabhakar#spider man india#LYLA#hope this post shows up in the tags cause usually tumblr won't let my video posts show up there for some reason#across the spider verse#atsv#spiderverse#vine#my video#my post
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Gojo should've been Mojo Jojo bc they sound kinda similar but I couldn't separate him from others.....he would've gotten upset....
#happy halloween#2 days late but like#better late than never#anyway sashisu powerpuff girls#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru#gojo satoru#shoko ieiri#sashisu#satosugu#sugusato#stsg#suguru geto#ieri shoko#my art#artists on tumblr
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SO HEED THE STARS, THEIR LIGHT WILL LEAVE US IN THE DARK
#ace attorney#aa5#ace attorney dual destinies#athena cykes#simon blackquill#aa the phantom#metis cykes#eye strain#ask to tag#indys art#had to crunch this one to get it under the file limit :(#whATEVER it still looks fine im not mad <- lying#N e ways Ive been wanting to do something like this for a WHILE now#like#ever since I finished watching dd length of time#not sure why Im just now getting around to it but! better late than never#anyways enjoy! <3#lots of athena lately huh
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TV Appreciation Week '24 Day 5 : favourite season of a tv show | THE KILLING SEASON 3
You had to take that case this morning. That changed everything. Now, why couldn't you walk away? Things would be so different right now. For both of us.
#the killing#thekillingedit#sarah linden#stephen holder#mireille enos#joel kinnaman#tvweek24#tvarchive#crimeshowsource#tvedit#i made dis#i just finished this show last week#and this dowload literally just finished a couple of hours ago#not when I would typically post but hey#better late than never lolol#but anyway watch this show it was great#it's been a while since I was actually so invested in a show that wasn't a rewatch#it felt good for a change#ok bye
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terms of service [m.reader]
what do you mean itâs been a whole week since i said iâd post this? pretty sure today is still tonight. anyway, this is based on this godly ask! this is⊠extra long. iâm sorry i got carried away đ itâs honestly going to be a lot longer if i didnât cut out some scenarios. jadiksodc.
đŠč nsfw, top reader, virgin haitham i literally have no idea what else to say.
âHave you ever even gotten laid?â
Alhaithamâs eyes stopped at the last sentence of another book heâs buried his nose into. The night was quiet â save for the sounds of the burning embers from the campfire as well as the snores of one tiny fairy that laid beside you. The nights are cold in the desert, but it sure was enough to keep him awake. Heâs been searching for ways to solve the problem with the suspicious Grand Sage, and you were kind enough to help.
You were revered across all lands apparently â even reaching the isolated Inazuma before the vast Sumeru in the first place. And while Alhaitham has every confidence in his own knowledge and meticulously calculated strategies in solving problems, he wasnât one to take away credit from you, who protected him and fended off any other Eremites that tried to cut off his plan.
He found you reserved, keeping to yourself while the tiny floating chatterbox spoke for you like she was your advisor. You did find yourself talking to him at times, but most of it was either your agreements in his plans, your little snide remarks when he did something that both you and your flying companion considered as remotely pretentious. And quite frankly, he did not want to expend any form of effort to defend himself. If thatâs how he came across to you, then so be it.
However, even with the limited time that heâs known you, he never pegged you for someone this⊠sheer.
In fact, he never expected it so much that he even did his own version of a double take, looking up at you with eyes that brimmed with curiosity and slight surprise. And yet, there you were, casually polishing your sword so diligently, tongue sticking out in determination with your brows furrowed in concentration.
Like you never asked him such a⊠question.
The scribe had half a mind to ignore your sudden query â chalk it up into a auditory hallucination and continue on with his reading. But his mind knew better; that if he left it at that, he would be perturbed until the end of his days, and Alhaitham is a practical man, meaning heâd rather get the trouble you suddenly placed on him out of the way than go through such feelings.
âPardon?â
âHm?â
Alhaitham narrowed his eyes, were you now planning to pretend like you never asked the question in the first place? He cleared his throat, âYou said something. And I think I misheard. Care to repeat?â
Your gaze met his before blinking, âOh. I was just asking if youâve even ever gotten laid in the first place,â you laughed while you turned back to your well-groomed sword, continuing to polish it with refined movements. âSorry, itâs an out of the line question, isnât it?â
âYes,â he curtly replied, but even he could not extinguish the sudden curiosity that rose from him. âThough why even ask me that question seeing that youâre fully aware the invasive nature of it in the first place? What spurred this on?â
âHm? Oh, nothing much, really. Itâs just that youâre good looking but you seem to be the type to not⊠invest your time in those activities.â Alhaitham wonders where all that cutthroat honesty goes every time you go radio silent within the last few days, barely letting out a peep to talk to anyone while Paimon did the talking for you.
Alhaitham scoffed nonetheless. It was such a shallow reason for you to ask that. Surely pure aesthetics is not a prerequisite to have sex. âIs it a requirement to engage in such activities if I am pleasing to look at?â
Your lips turned up in a cheeky smile as you tore your eyes away from your blade, looking up at the stoic scribe with a mischievous mirth glinting through your eyes, âWell. You eat with your eyes too, right?â
A laugh escapes from your system when Alhaitham instantly made a face. Heâs not stupid (far from it really, and the entire Akademiya knows) â he knows the preconceived notions to these play of words. He reeled back at the innuendo, partly taken aback. Just what on earth have you been thinking despite your persistent silence to come up with something as crude as that?
He composed himself, eyes averting from yours and looking back down to resume his reading; but his mind was far from the focus he always maintained when occupied with books.
Alhaitham chewed on his bottom lip discreetly before giving an answer he deemed relatively satisfactory, ââŠI have no interest for such things. And donât things like these need to have prior connection in the first place? Iâd rather not have attachments to someone. Itâs far too bothersome.â
âOh so thatâs why,â you hummed, this time your attention fixated in refining your sword handle. âWell, it wouldnât hurt to experience new things. And I can even help you. No strings attached.â You offered in a light jest, followed by a chuckle after.
It was a joke offer, of course. You of all people knew that when Alhaitham didnât want something, he will steer clear from it. However, you only found him remotely interesting because he was so bloody shady in the first place. He was supposed to be an honorable scribe, being held at such a high position, and yet he was dubious enough to even make you buy forbidden cans of knowledges, and even with the partnership youâve got going on now, youâd find yourself unable to sleep so freely without so much as expecting him to suddenly jump on you.
You simply found him interesting. And true to your love language (that your little traveling companion is often the recipient of), you couldnât help but tease him, a little prying at something as intimate and private as his sex life (which you now knew to be nonexistent). Just a little jest to mess with him for your entertainment. Thatâs all.
However Alhaitham had much different perception to your lighthearted teasing. You⊠were offering him something so intimate as sex with no strings attached. While anyone with a right mind could quickly brush it off as a mere joke with no promises â Alhaitham was quick to entertain the thought of doing it with you without having to suffer the consequences of being in a relationship with someone.
No strings attached, huh. He pursed his lips, eyebrows knitting a little as he mulled over what seems to be an option (though there never was as it was only a joke from your end).
The thought enticed him. Of course, he was doing this for academic purposes and to satisfy the now insatiable curiosity that you placed upon him like an irreversible curse with one specific cure.
He stole a glance from where you sat as he recalled the many times youâve managed to smooth talk your way into certain situations back in Port Ormos. Exuding confidence and sharp wit, along with a charming face that no one can say no to â also with your⊠beliefs earlier, Alhaitham was quick to deduce that you are a man whose had plenty of experience in sex. You were most definitely the kind to frolic around with anyone that suits your fancy, especially with how easily you offered to help him like itâs a simple favor from a colleague and nothing more.
The silence that engulfed your group (again, subtracting the snores from Paimon) soon broke when Alhaitham decided to go head in for the kill.
âOkay.â
âWhat?â
There was a sense of satisfaction that flooded his system when you looked up with a confused look on your pretty face.
Alhaitham cooly brushed off the flustering feeling that slowly nestled into the pits of his stomach, his stomach knotting in anticipation at the thought of taking you up on your generous little offer, âI agree to what youâre offering,â he refused to look at you, continuing to read the words that were barely coherent in his mind now, trying to look as composed as possible. âJust to satisfy certain questions from this sort of activity of course.â
You tilted your head at him, cocking an eyebrow, âRight⊠so you want to have sex?â
He coughed, âFor research purposes.â
âIf I had a mora for every time I heard that excuse, I wouldnât worry about Paimonâs endless appetite by now,â you laughed. âBut knowing you, youâre probably telling the truth.â
You were met with a silence from the scribe. Make no mistake however, he was stewing in absolute embarrassment â only glad that his headphones were able to cover up his ears that are sure to be burning up a bright red hue.
ââŠAre we doing it now?â
He sucked in a sharp breath, âAbsolutely not. We have a mission, traveler. And doing such a thing outside⊠is sure to provide a less than stellar experience.â
You huffed out a laugh before stabbing your blade on the ground, âMan, you really are a virgin. And you have no idea how many freaks are out there that can do it outside even in the midst of a thunderstorm.â It was an exaggeration, but the look of mortification that was plastered on Alhaithamâs usually unfazed face was all the more entertaining. âAnyway, if youâre really serious, then who am I to back out? Weâll finish up this mission quick and then you can ring me up any time.â
Alhaitham could only give a strained nod before finally finding the words on his pocketbook a little more understandable as his mind cleared.
The last grueling days was nothing short of eventful, to say the least. You were somehow able to pull off in fighting an all too big of a godâs body with the vengeful puppet inside. You freed Nahida too, kicked Azar off of his position and destroyed the beloved Akasha that the people of Sumeru found themselves completely dependent on. It was like a blur, with you constantly on the run to ensure that every plan works in your favor, though you werenât one to take away from Cyno and the rest â with their dutiful cooperation.
And now, you were hailed as a hero in Sumeru much like your past adventures in the last three nations, awarded as Buerâs first Sage added in the roster of your many, many titles. You were celebrated around and all youâve ever wanted was to go inside your beloved teapot and sleep.
And that you did.
The next days were spent in leisure around Sumeru, getting along with anyone in the vicinity, often offered goods for gratitude. Paimon accepted every single food and you soon found yourself in need to build another display bedside table to decorate with trinkets youâve received. It was relatively normal for you at least.
And the same could be said for Alhaitham. He can finally do his job with little to no inconvenience now that Azar and his corrupted lackeys arenât around, banished off to the forests to do whatever is needed to compensate for their misgivings. The boring but doable work on a high pay returned and Alhaitham was at peace.
Up until Lesser Lord Kusanali came to his office, and with the tiny pitter patter of her feet against the cold floors of Akademiya, she walked to his desk with an expectant smile plastered on her adorable face.
Suddenly, Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage.
Great. More work for a considerably smaller increase in pay. How⊠productive and worth it.
And perhaps, thatâs how you landed yourself in the confines of Alhaithamâs home in the dead of the night â at his request. His roommate was off and a few days prior after suddenly getting dragged into assisting him in catching another unhinged research with far too much talent yet little intent in seeing the bigger picture, he had asked you to come meet him at night. And he made it very clear to you that you come alone.
You were already aware of the Acting Grand Sageâs insinuation at this point. Youâve been through enough worlds and mingled with enough people to know the universal sign that is âcome here alone tonightâ.
Well, either you get laid, or⊠you will be laid in a coffin the next day.
Now here you sat, smiling a little as you sipped some water, watching Alhaitham dry off the droplets of water from his hair after a late night shower. You opted to look over some files strewn across the table to entertain yourself, trying to make sense of any of his work. Judging from the complicated nature of said paperwork, you figured he was already raring for some release. Or at the very least, a change of pace in learning something new other than the onslaught of mad researchers from Akademiya causing trouble for him to fix.
âI have some terms,â Alhaitham suddenly voiced out, pulling you out of your trance as you looked at him inquisitively. You nodded, letting him go on. âNobody gets to hear a word of what will transpire tonight.â
ââŠI donât think I even want anyone to know in the first place.â
He nodded before walking back to some shelves, âAlso,â he grabbed a book and tossed it on the table, perfectly sliding towards you with the cover face up. âIâve done some reading just to know what to expect.â
You huffed out a breath, disguising a genuinely amused laughter. Couldnât your one night stand get any cuter? He wasnât even trying too. He was so earnest and so serious, it was hard not to devour him right then and there. You placed your glass of water down the table sauntering up to him, grabbing the lecherous book that he apparently used to come into the battle prepared.
Alhaithamâs eyes widened as you wasted no time in closing the gap. His ears effectively reddening in a split second when he could feel your crotch rub up against his from the sheer proximity that you and the scribe had. There was even barely any room to breathe in the first place. His lips quivered a little as he looked to the side, avoiding your piercing gaze.
You tapped the corner of the bookâs spine on his lips, while yours turned up in a sly grin, âCast aside any expectation that this book have taught you, smart guy. I believe there is merit in learning from experience.â You tossed the book back as your lips latched onto the skin of his neck. You took a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant scent of his body wash. You could feel and hear him shiver from just that action alone, spurring you on to be bolder.
Of course Alhaitham knows that experience is a far better teacher than anything else. But how could he learn anything when the experience itself is detrimental to his sanity as he tried to comprehend your ministrations, from the way your hands were quick to attach themselves onto his narrow waist, your lips slowly mapping and conquering every inch of the skin of his neck, abused with bites that left bruises darker than the decorative rugs in his home.
You pulled away and he was left completely red, you leaned back to admire the work youâve done on his neck and his collarbone, adorned with splotches of red from the abuse of your mouth.
But before Alhaitham could even recover, you went back in, but this time with your lips on his, âTry to keep up, smart guy. Hereâs a crash course on how to kiss someone.â
Alhaitham could barely breathe, but even in the sweet suffocation, he tried to keep up with your lips. You made a mess out of him, your mischievous tongue dragging from the inside of his mouth to his lips to wet them. His jaw hurt and he was out of sorts, with drool dripping down to his chin while you sucked on his tongue, your hands under around his chin to keep him in place. He could only grab onto your shoulders, fingers squeezing against your flesh so tight while he closed his eyes shut, his chest heaving from the breathlessness when you refused to let up on him.
It was already dizzying â he knew you were aggressive on the battlefield, but had he known that you would be like this too, a little warning wouldâve been nice.
And before he knew it, still with your lips latched onto his, he started to respond to your advances. Miraculously even with his clouded mind with that lusty haze, he was able to learn from your little techniques, kissing back with need and urgency, and you gladly welcomed him, letting him bite your lip as a test, return the favor as he sloppily sucked your tongue off with the charm of an inexperienced kisser.
It was a mess as you and him stumbled over to the his bedroom, with poor Alhaitham barely noticing until his back landed on the soft mattress of his bed. His eyes were glossed over, clearly in a daze as you pulled away, chuckling at the sight of the infamous stoic scribe who normally looks so put together come undone and become a complete mess with just a simple make out session.
You swiped a thumb over his wet lips, dragging it across his cheek and watched in delight when he slowly gained a bit of clarity.
âWe havenât even gotten to the best part yet, âHaitham.â
Alhaitham only scoffed, âYou kiss so aggressively. A warning wouldâve sufficed.â
âAw câmon. Itâs just a little warmup,â you tugged into the hem of his shirt and he quickly got the hint, helping you take them off. You only watched in fascination as his body came into view. That tight shirt that he always wore doesnât do his body justice. He was sculpted so perfectly that even you had to pause for a second to take in his beauty.
The scribe wasnât fond of your ogling however, ââŠWhat?â
âNothing⊠itâs justâŠâ you couldnât even resist the way your hands immediately gravitated towards his chest, palms flat against his pecs before steadily moving them to yours, comparing your sizes. ââŠWow. Youâre bigger than I am.â
âDo I get a trophy for that then?â Alhaitham quipped without missing a beat.
Unfortunately for him, you were quick-witted, cruel, and knew how to show someone a good time. And you gladly indulged his little jest as you bent down, cupping a hand around one chest, thumbing at his hardening nipple while you gave soft kitten licks on his other swollen bud. An electric feeling jolts through Alhaithamâs system and he could feel himself twitch against the restricting fabric of his pants.
You smirked against his skin, teeth grazing his sensitive nipple, making him jolt and grab onto the back of your head. You raised yourself, watching unabashed while Alhaitham tried to cover up his reddening face. Either this situation was embarrassing enough on itâs own or perhaps he was embarrassed that he liked what you did.
âD-Donât⊠look at me like that,â came Alhaithamâs weak protest, voice shaking as he tried to avert his gaze.
âGetting all shy now?â You tilted your head, looking at him with so much amusement. You did not have an ounce of regret for offering jokingly in the first place. To see the hardheaded scribe fold like a shy maiden was something you never knew you needed. âCome now, Alhaitham, itâs not something to be ashamed about. Focus up, buddy. You said this is for research.â
âQuit⊠iâ ah~! Quit itâ!â He moaned in between hisses as you shifted your position, with one knee pressing up against his erection with much pressure. It was as if the soft spoken yet courageous hero revered across the lands suddenly disappeared â replaced by this mischievous teasing deviant that toyed with him so shamelessly.
âYou make it so easy to tease you,â your hands slowly dragged themselves to the waistband of his pants, tugging at the band and snapping it against his skin. âIs this why our scribeâ oh, sorry, our Grand Sage has to keep that no nonsense facade? So they wonât know that youâre just an adorable little boy?â
He clutched onto your wrists that threatened to free his cock from its constraint, âItâs Acting Grand Sage⊠and itâs not a facadeâ are you always this chatty when having sex with someone?â
âIâm just trying to get to know you,â you flashed him a grin and his grip on you slowly loosened, a wordless green light to finally see all of him. You obliged his little permission, tugging down his pants and stripping them off of him with little effort. Alhaitham made a subconscious effort of trying to shield himself from your prying eyes â never had he felt this vulnerable before, he could feel his entire body heat up just from the way you looked at him.
Meanwhile you were admiring every groove and curve that sculpted itself into this manâs body. You would most definitely be the envy of the entire Sumeru City had they known that you were the first man to have ever seen Alhaitham this way. Suddenly, the Acting Grand Sageâs term of not wanting anyone else to know about this engagement seemed so tempting to break.
You positioned yourself in between his legs, keeping them apart when Alhaitham so much as tried to close his legs on instinct, you cupped a hand around the base of his cock and relished in the tiny little yelp that left Alhaithamâs mouth, his back arching up in surprise.
âAlready so hard, you truly are enjoying this,â you taunt, as if you werenât feeling the same uncomfortable feeling in your tightening pants. With one hand, you dug into the pocket of your trousers, bringing out a packet of slime condensate and tearing it open, squeezing a handful on your fingers. âI think you know what this is for.â
Alhaitham only nodded, suddenly meek as the insinuation made its presence known. He read a lot for the sake of satiating the gnawing anticipation within him the moment he agreed with your little offer. Alhaitham, after all, never did nurture the bad habit of coming into a situation completely clueless and in the dark. But there was something far more dizzying at the feeling of your touches that could make him feverish, overtaking his senses like a fever dream that he could feel the whole way.
He shivered as your fingers pressed against his rim, drenched in cold lubrication. He lifted his hips out of instinct, his body slowly being compliant to your actions, readily following your bold lead. You took note of his actions, watching the way his chest heaved up in a frantic pace, clearly overwhelmed in anticipation.
âTry to relax,â you ought to soothe his anxieties. Sex isnât something to be afraid of, after all. Itâs meant to be enjoyed by the parties involved. He only nodded, a little strained but it was enough.
An uncharacteristic wail leaves Alhaithamâs mouth as you plunged two fingers inside him. He was warm, his walls already clenching around your digits that were barely even halfway inside. He shifted, hips wriggling at the discomfort. You distracted him from the sensation and slowly worked your other hand around his erection, pumping at a gentle pace.
Alhaitham felt breathless, the haze in his mind continuing to muddle any form of coherent thought that he tried to make. He whimpered quietly as the embarrassment slowly flooded in. He could barely gather himself as youâre jerking him off while fucking him with your fingers, any sense of awareness leaving him bit by bit, replaced with the unencumbered lust that you were holding over him with your ministrations.
âFeels good?â Your words barely registered in his usually sharp mind. He nodded frantically, hands clutching the sheets underneath him. It felt all too good, with your precise hands, from the way you prod around his gummy walls to how you teasingly thumb at the slit of his cockhead, it was an overwhelming pleasure that Alhaitham was suddenly being exposed to.
You werenât any better. Who knew Alhaitham could look so erotic, his body almost close into going in an autopilot as he responded to your touch with little to no shame. The whimpers and cries that echoed in the room were music to your ears, a blessing to indulge yourself in.
It was hard to hold yourself back from just fucking him into oblivion, and your sentiments wee shared as another cry left Alhaitham.
âM-More~â he whined, completely insatiable as he yearned for something bigger. Your fingers werenât enough. He needs to feel full, something that could stretch him out until he could barely think. He opened his eyes, bleary with lust and carnal need in comparison to yours that were gleaming with concentration and hunger. âM-More please~â he parroted, unable to find any more words to beg you.
You could feel any form of restraint leaving you as his pleading reached you, already shooting straight down to your dick that twitched in anticipation and raw excitement. You immediately pulled your fingers away, shivering at the moan that you drew out of the man underneath you. Your hands quickly worked to free your own cock, hard and throbbing as it slapped against your stomach. There was a sense of satisfaction that washed over you at the way Alhaithamâs eyes grew wide when he saw you, like a cold water drenching him and pulling him back down to reality.
âIs⊠that even going to fit?â Alhaithamâs sudden reluctance was all the more endearing, making you laugh.
âI prepared you, didnât I? But hey, the confidence solely lies on you. If you think you canât handle it, best we quit ahead.â
He swallowed a lump down his throat before looking at you with a much more determined gaze, âIâ N-No⊠I need to see it through.â
âYou can hold my hand if you want,â you offered, lending out your own hand. Normally, Alhaitham would swat it away but did otherwise as he held yours, feeling feverish all of a sudden at the intimacy.
He could feel himself shrink as you positioned yourself in between his legs, towering over him with a reassuring smile. His thighs quivered around you while you lined yourself up in his entrance. He shuddered as your cockhead slowly rubbed up against his entrance, making him writhe in anticipation. Alhaitham met your gaze, suddenly considerate in contrast to your teasing self earlier.
âDonât think too much of it,â you reassured him one last time. âJust ride out everything that youâre feeling.â You said and he nodded, soaking up every word of yours as he took a deep breath.
Alhaitham jolts at the sudden intrusive feeling once you ease yourself inside him inch by inch. He was quick to clench around your cock and you stopped, heaving a shaky sigh as the feeling of his warm walls around you bring you complete and utter bliss.
âFuck⊠so tight, âHaitham,â you breathed out, a pleased hiss from your lips with every pulsating clench his walls made around your cock.
The scribe could barely process the feeling as he slowly took you in, his hole squeezing your length while you continued to push inside until youâre buried to the hilt. His hand squeezed around yours tightly as he tried to take in your words earlier and ride out any form of sensation that racked through his body. He could already feel the numbing pleasure rake in his system as the overwhelming sensation continued to eat away at his sensibilities.
You stilled yourself as you watched every expression Alhaithamâs pretty face contorted into. You only swept away his fringe away from his forehead thatâs already dotted with beads of sweat and continued to observe him. Youâve never been this considerate when it comes to fucking someone, but given the fact that Alhaitham was just far too adorable, you made a conscious effort to be more gentle in his first time.
It didnât take long before Alhaitham slowly rolled his hips, in terrible need for some more friction, âY-You can moveâŠâ he stammered, still with his hand clutching onto yours so tightly.
You grinned a little before drawing your hips back and giving a testing thrust, pushing out a choked moan from the scribe, to which you greedily indulged in. Leaning in, you only gave a quick kiss on the shell of his ear before whispering;
âDonât fall in love now.â
Alhaitham merely scoffed at your little taunt.
As if he would.
Miscalculations are rare in Alhaithamâs lifetime. Often times heâs mapped out every single action to consider to ensure a smooth sailing plan that he has to execute. Failure was a rare occurrence in the scribeâ sorry, the Acting Grand Sageâs roster. He has yet to achieve a failure so spectacular that it puts his roommate to shame.
However, the way his eyes lingered on your form while you went about your day while you extended your stay in Sumeru was quick to tell him that the very idea of a miscalculation may not be so far-fetched in the first place.
And he absolutely loathed it.
It had been days since his⊠little research that you aided him in. Days since he felt the wonderful bliss of the mind numbing pleasure that only left his mind completely broken and incoherent. Days since he could feel the way your hands roamed around with such preciseness that every touch you left on him left him completely breathless. It had been days.
So then why? Why does he feel the same exhilaration whenever you were in the vicinity?
Why could he not push the thoughts of that night in the back of his mind? It was a skill he mastered that procured his unbothered persona. But the memories persisted like a parasite, latching onto his poor mind as it replayed the same night over and over again;
âH-Hah~! T-Too much alreadyâ!â Poor Alhaitham slurred, words barely able to convey while he held onto your hand for dear life, his eyes rolling at the back of his head while you pounded into him without an ounce of mercy. The bed creaked so violently under your movements, and his body shook in overstimulation.
âJust a little more, baby boy, one more, yeah?â You licked your lips hungrily, a predatory gaze flashing through your eyes as you devoured your prey.
Alhaitham winced as he slowly arched his back, suddenly feeling restless in his usual seat outside of Puspa cafĂ©. Of all places, why couldnât you have decided to chat with the nearby vendors. Where he can hear you and bury his mind into a delusion of bliss after hearing those sinful sounds from you when you bedded him that night. It was torture.
It was like a sirenâs call, beckoning for him to give into his temptation. Except it was an excruciating thing to experience, drowning in that voice of yours that he could no longer hear normally.
âOh! Isnât that Alhaitham there?â He had to hide another grimace as the familiar shrill voice of your traveling companion echoed.
âSo it is, letâs go say hi,â you smiled while you walked over to him, inviting yourself in without an ounce of embarrassment, like you didnât make a mess out of him that particular night. âBeen awhile.â
He could only stiffly nod before turning back to his book, âMhm.â
âYeesh! Youâre just as cold as always! Hmph! Well, whatever. Paimon is going to get some food for herself.â
And just like that, there was silence in both of your company.
âHey, you look really tense,â you frowned in concern and Alhaitham only continued to read into his book with an absent concentration that only served him to read the first lines of the paragraph over and over again. âI didnât scare you now, did I?â
Alhaitham shuddered as the feeling of your touch slowly took over when your hands grazed by his shoulder in an attempt to console him. And the hauntingly addicting touches of yours continued to resurface in his mind.
A wanton squeal escapes Alhaitham as your fingers dug deep into the skin of his waist. He had little to no escape with the way you held him, hands completely sinking into his supple flesh to keep him in place. There was a rush of excitement that flooded Alhaithamâs system when you took hold of him in such a manner â possessive and almost desperate.
His already spent dick twitched at the notion, the very idea of you being all over him and wanting no one else but him. He wanted you to feel the same feeling that slowly poisoned his thoughts â that you would enjoy him just as much as he was enjoying you being so deep inside him.
He panted, short huffs leaving his wet lips that you vigorously licked, kissed, and bit until the both of you could taste his blood. He was a mess, from the marks on his collar down to the way even your fingertips made their bruising mark when you manhandled him.
Suddenly those touches burned through his skin, like you left them there just seconds ago. He was slowly feeling feverish. He could still remember which parts of him you touched, the way the uncomfortable feeling of your grip pressing against his soft skin was enough to get him on a state of frenzy.
You were far too intoxicating.
And without even an ounce of warning, he was suddenly met with your skeptic expression, clear as a day as you drew yourself nearer to his side, with your face a mere inch away from his. He could feel your even breathing, and could see those heavenly eyes of yours that peered through your thick lashes as you continued to put him on the spot with your own form of scrutiny.
âTell me the truth, I didnât scare you away from what happened nights ago, did I?â
He resisted the urge to swallow thickly â you may not be as smart as he is, but you were perceptive, already proven by the mere fact that you were quick to guess that his strange actions towards you did indeed stem from that amorous engagement you and him explored. Unable to focus on your minuscule concern, his gaze drifted down to your lips that formed into a frown, with your bottom lip jutting out a little in a very subtle pout.
Those lips. That mouth that often spoke of every proclamation and promise to aid whoever was in need of help, no matter how annoyingly minuscule the requests are.
His ears burned under his noise-cancelling headphones, finding himself completely unable to shut out the loud thrumming of his heart against his chest.
Who wouldâve thought that mouth of yours were just as capable of delving into something incredibly lewd â that mouth that spoke valor suddenly speaking in the most flustering taunts that drove him over the edge.
Sobs spilled out from Alhaithamâs quivering lips, tears already flooding his ducts while you rutted into him like a dog in heat. The desperation in your thrusts were pushing up against his nearing release as your cock continued to abuse his prostate.
The overwhelming pleasure didnât help as you busied yourself on his chest. You couldnât leave it alone, your mouth already latching onto one of his sensitive and perky buds. Your tongue swirled against his swollen nipple and tore out another loud moan from the scribe. He was helpless against your ministrations. He could feel his stomach stir despite the fact that he was so sure he couldnât cum anymore.
His hand shakily raked through the back of your head, biting his lip to keep himself composed.
You swiped your tongue against his nipple, looking up at him with a devious smirk, âAre you sure nothingâs coming out of these?â
ââM⊠not a womanââ he protests in a weak voice, raspy from all the screams you drew out of him from coaxing orgasm after orgasm from him. âS-Stop saying thatâŠâ
âGetting embarrassed again?â You grinned, drawing your hips before snapping back into him, making him whine from the raw pleasure. âArenât you just the cutest~â
He isnât. Heâs far from such a description. Alhaitham knows that well. He was the intimidating figure of Akademiya, with his unbothered stoicism that could leave anyone scampering without the intention of screwing him over in the first place. But he hates how youâve rendered him completely useless with just your words and subtle touches that quickly disarmed his guard that he put up several times already.
He loathes the mere fact that he couldnât get you out of his head. Surely not all people that go through one night stands invoke such feelings of warm fondness towards someone they arenât meant to be attached to. Heâs not supposed to feel flustered just at the mere sight of you. Heâs not supposed to feel vulnerable with your smiles. And heâs not supposed to feel the tempting submission with every touch you left on his body.
Alhaitham was quick to push your face away before running a hand through his own with a begrudging sigh, ââŠI am currently undergoing through a crisis. Please let me acquire some space for a good few minutes.â
He hates your dichotomy â from your ridiculously odious attitude when you fucked him, to your sudden gentleness when you were done and even the subsequent days after that.
You nodded in understanding (something heâd grown to fondly hate as well) with a patient smile, âOf course. How âbout I go get us some baklava? My treat.â
Your offer was oddly reminiscent of your aftercare too.
âHope you can forgive the roughness. Itâs your first time too,â he paid no heed to your apology. In fact, youâve nothing to apologize for when youâve granted him such a good fuck for his first time. He only relished in the feeling of your ghostly kisses against the bruises you made on him. âIâll go get you some water. Need anything else?â
He was already dozing off by then.
He waved you off, more than eager to get you out of the way as the realizations slowly linked themselves in his constantly running mind.
Alhaitham dragged a hand over his face, repressing the urge to groan when he remembered your little taunt before this all happened.
âDonât fall in love now.â
And damn it did he fall hard.
#i am an idiot#but a simp#anyway#i am very late#but heeeeyyyy better late than never đ#genshin impact x male reader#alhaitham x male reader#sub genshin impact#sub alhaitham#jhuzenâs stupid one shots#jhuzenâs shameless filth#thereâs an hsr post iâm posting minutes after this#tall 2d husbands go brrrr in my gay little head
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FINALLY introducing my keysonas! Ruby and Rust, the dynamic duo archetype(s)
They embody the roles of the dynamic duo, typically siblings (especially twins) or best friends. Generally used at the same time by two holders, each key is assigned to one half of a duo in the book (typically whichever character best aligns with their own personalities), no matter their prevelance in the story. The two are attached at the hip and Rust is especially attached to his sister, feeling insecure when they're separated. Their designs are inspired by raggedy Ann and Andy dolls
Ruby is the older twin, she is carefree and clever, always pulling practical jokes and making light of serious situations. Her symbol is a heart and her favorite food is sour candy (she loves sour punch straws)
Rust is the younger twin. He also has a mischievous streak, joining his twin on random pranks and such. He's a little more serious, however, and enjoys a deep conversation from time to time. His symbol is a spade and his favorite food is peppermints
#sketched them FOREVER ago and just. forgot lmao#anyway they're my children and i love them#i know the keysona trend is a bit over but better late than never i guess#i just had a ton of fun making them. i got new markers for christmas so i was excited to use them for this#rendering and making them look shiny was def my favorite part#cinderella boy#cinderellaboy#cinderella boy webtoon#cinderella boy punko#punko#fun with punko#keysona#keysonas#cinderella boy oc#cinderella boy keys#art#my art#sunflowerpastels art#original character
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ateez texting their crush when they get ghosted!! (pt. 2) (âŻâ§âœâ§)âŻ
pairing: œ ateez x gn!reader
warnings: mild cursing, teasing each other, ateez hating men on your behalf
other disclaimers/notes:Â for jongho's...just pretend the timestamps are at reasonable times of day and not 2am (which is when i finally finished this),,,,,....i was so confused about how to change the date/time and i gave up lmao
a/n:Â thank you for the notes on part 1!! and thank you for waiting for part 2 :) next post will be more ateez texts from a request i received!! please let me know if you enjoy :^)
â©â§âËsan
â©â§âËmingi
â©â§âËwooyoung
â©â§âËjongho
#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#ateez texts#ateez fluff#ateez imagines#choi san x reader#song mingi x reader#jung wooyoung x reader#choi jongho x reader#society if i could focus i would've posted this sooner TT#but better late than never ig#anyway ive been listenign to jongho;s ost from lovely runner on repeat while writing these and phew...i have a crush on tha t guy#rabbit writings
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Bagginshield-tober / Day 11: Sickness
#bilbo baggins#bagginshield#bagginshieldtober#thorin oakenshield#the hobbit#my art#a lil late but better late than never!#holy moly HOW do i still have energy to draw after a full day of site visit trip#anyways....angst :'3
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