sirencholia
sirencholia
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sirencholia · 15 hours ago
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as much as i like to think about satoru being the one who notices you first and practically demands your number for a date, i have this feeling that in another universe — or maybe a few — that you’re the one who made the first move. seriously, how could you resist him? that adorably handsome face and that charming laugh... you fall for it the moment you hear it across the room the night of his birthday — and it goes a little something like this . . .
you walk into the building and spot him almost immediately — the white haired guy in an expensive suit and a goofy party hat. he honestly stands out like a sore thumb, but in the best way possible. you don’t waste any time. you stroll right up to him and flash him a disarming smile.
“hey, cutie. looks like it’s your lucky day.”
those bright blue eyes widen as they finally catch onto you, cheeks flushing a little as he fumbles for words, startled and confused by your unexpected appearance and interruption.
“my… lucky day?”
you nod, glancing at the cake with his name on it. satoru. it suits him, you think. you also notice the age on it before your eyes dart to his ring finger and then back up to his unblemished face.
“no ring. you’re in your late twenties. i could totally change that, y’know.”
you lean in just a little into his personal space, making him flinch slightly in his seat, your voice playful and low.
“so, how about you make this birthday one to remember and… give me your number, yeah?”
satoru’s still taken aback, but that confident grin of his is slowly but surely returning. he’s always liked a challenge. so, he chuckles that same melodious laugh that had you hooked instantly just a couple moments ago.
“you’re bold, i’ll give you that.”
and suguru, from behind the scene, raises an eyebrow and smirks, clearly entertained — especially with the way his best friend seems flustered beyond words. satoru, still slightly red in the face, finally pulls out his phone — albeit not as smoothly as he had hoped — with a sheepish smile.
“alright, alright. you win.”
and just as the way your love story intended, you had gotten his attention one way or another. another lifetime, another unforgettable birthday for the birthday boy.
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sirencholia · 15 hours ago
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they found some common ground that day
(video can also be found on my tiktok!)
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sirencholia · 1 day ago
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Not one bad pic ☀️⛱️
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sirencholia · 1 day ago
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Hii, does anyone have that one yuuji x reader fic where it's a modern au and starts in a locker room after a game while yuuji's teammates tell him his gf's weird bc she doesn't cheer at his games, and he defends her and then goes home to her?
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sirencholia · 3 days ago
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you’re at your boring corporate job, sitting in your little cubicle during lunch break, innocently scrolling through your phone and reading some... questionable content (we’ve all been there don’t judge). you’re just minding your own business when your phone SLIPS out of your hands like the butterfingers you are.
enter: satoru gojo. resident office golden retriever, the guy who brings donuts for everyone on fridays, remembers your coffee order, and has probably been harboring the world’s most obvious crush on you since day one. mans is practically vibrating with excitement just to help you pick up your phone because that’s the kind of pathetic simp energy he’s operating on.
BUT THEN. oh but then. his freakishly good eyesight (because of course this man has perfect vision) catches a glimpse of your screen. and it’s not just ANY manga. no no no. it’s some hardcore bdsm doujin with the male lead being an absolute MENACE. we’re talking full toxic masculinity, calling the female lead names, being all controlling and degrading.
satoru’s brain just BREAKS. like you can literally see the windows shutdown sound happening in his head. this sweet, soft-spoken man who probably apologizes to furniture when he bumps into it just discovered that his crush might be into guys who are the complete OPPOSITE of everything he is.
so what does our academically gifted but emotionally constipated king do? does he have a rational conversation about it? NOPE. does he consider that maybe you were just curious or reading it ironically? ABSOLUTELY NOT.
this man goes HOME that night and because he has an eidetic memory (the nerd), he remembers the EXACT title. so he looks it up. and reads the ENTIRE thing. probably taking notes like he’s studying for finals. analyzing every interaction between the leads like it’s shakespeare.
“ah yes, here the male lead calls her ‘pathetic’—noted. here he’s being possessive over her lunch choices—fascinating. here he’s telling her she’s not smart enough—surely this is the key to romance.”
mans really turned toxic masculinity into a STUDY GUIDE 💀
the next day at work, satoru shows up looking like he didn’t sleep (because he didn’t, he was too busy trying to figure out how to be mean without crying). his usual sunshine disposition has been replaced by this weird attempt at being aloof and condescending.
you walk into the office like “good morning satoru!” all cheerful and he’s like “...morning.” with this FORCED mysterious voice that sounds like he’s been chain smoking (he hasn’t, he just practiced this in the mirror for 2 hours).
you ask him about the reports and instead of his usual “of course! i’d be happy to help! would you like me to explain the formatting?” it’s now “figure it out yourself. you’re smart enough, aren’t you?” said with the most AWKWARD aggressive tone because this man is FIGHTING HIS NATURE.
but here’s the thing—satoru is fundamentally too pure for this world. so his attempts at being mean are just... sad. like you ask if he wants to grab lunch together and he goes “i suppose you can TAG ALONG if you want” but then immediately offers to pay and asks if you want his jacket because the restaurant might be cold.
he tries to be possessive but it comes out like “you shouldn’t talk to toji from accounting... i mean... if you don’t want to. your choice. i just think you deserve better conversation partners. not that i care or anything.”
MEANWHILE you’re just standing there like ??? because your usually sweet coworker has apparently been body snatched by someone with the personality of a wet sock. you’re wondering if you did something wrong, if he’s having personal issues, if he needs therapy.
the PEAK comedy is when he tries to recreate specific scenes from the manga. like the male lead does that thing where he corners the female lead against the wall, so satoru attempts this and just... bonks his head on the wall because he misjudged the distance. or he tries to do the whole ‘grabbing your chin to make you look at him’ thing but his hands are shaking because he’s TERRIFIED he’s making you uncomfortable.
and don’t even get me started on when he tries to use the degrading nicknames. this man really looked you in the eyes and said “listen here... you...” and then just STOPPED because he couldn’t bring himself to call you anything other than the pet names he’s been thinking in his head for months.
meanwhile you’re texting your friends like “i think my coworker is having a mental breakdown? he’s acting super weird and kind of mean but like... bad at it? should i be concerned?”
the TWIST is that you weren’t even reading that manga seriously. maybe you clicked on it by accident, or your friend sent it as a joke, or you were hate-reading it. but satoru’s out here doing a complete personality overhaul based on ONE GLIMPSE of your screen.
this could go on for WEEKS. satoru getting increasingly frustrated that his ‘strategy’ isn’t working, you getting more confused by his bizarre behavior, and everyone else in the office just watching this train wreck happen in real time.
nanami probably pulls him aside like “gojo, what the hell is wrong with you lately” and satoru’s like “i’m being MYSTERIOUS and DOMINANT” while his tie is crooked and he has stress breakouts.
the resolution HAS to be you finally confronting him about his weird behavior and him just BREAKING DOWN and confessing everything. probably word-vomiting about how he saw your phone and thought you liked mean guys so he tried to be mean but he CAN’T because he thinks you’re perfect and he just wants to bring you coffee every morning and listen to you complain about meetings.
and you’re just standing there like “satoru... that was a hate-read. i was literally texting my friend about how much i hated the male lead.”
cue satoru having ANOTHER mental breakdown but this time it’s relief and embarrassment 🧍🏻‍♀️
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sirencholia · 3 days ago
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mhm
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sirencholia · 3 days ago
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the sillies
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sirencholia · 4 days ago
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He’s something of a male feminist himself
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sirencholia · 4 days ago
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hes so breedable WHAT who said that
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sirencholia · 4 days ago
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This is what reading smut feels like
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sirencholia · 5 days ago
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nerd gojo alert
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sirencholia · 6 days ago
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✴︎ FORGETTING YOUR PLUSHIE AT THEIR PLACE | PART 2
જ⁀➴ You slept at your boyfriends place and forgot your plushie on his bed before you went to work and he reminds you of it
ノ characters: Yuuji / Gojo / Megumi
ノ cw: suggestive at Gojo's part
ノ note: everyone's 20+ | Requests are OPEN | TAGLIST
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જ⁀➴ YUUJI
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જ⁀➴ GOJO
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જ⁀➴ MEGUMI
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sirencholia · 7 days ago
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"Satoru."
"Yeah, baby?" Gojo replies instantly, gaze flicking up with hopeful anticipation.
He’s still got that innocent glimmer in his eyes, as if he isn't the one currently cupping your breasts with both hands like they’re humanity’s last hope.
"Get your hands off my boobs."
He groans, flopping back dramatically against the pillows like a kicked puppy.
“Why are you being so distant lately?" he whines, bottom lip jutting out in the most insufferable pout as he gives your chest a pitiful little squeeze.
"You didn’t even laugh when I did the sexy voice in the shower, and frankly, I feel unloved."
"Go to sleep." you mutter, flipping a page of your book with surgical calm, still not gracing him with even an ounce of attention.
There’s a beat of silence. You know that kind of quiet—he’s either about to start weeping or set something on fire.
"Are you seeing someone else?"
Gojo props himself up on one elbow, the other hand still firmly on your chest. Still palming you like you’re a comfort object he refuses to part with.
You blink. "...What?"
"It is him!" he gasps, eyes widening in horror. "The guy with the beige sweater and receding hairline. I know a schemer when I see one."
You sigh through your nose. "That’s Megumi’s homeroom teacher. He’s a sweet man.”
"Oh so you think he's sweet now?" He snaps, sitting up straighter, finger jabbing the air in accusation. "That fossil has no business standing within five miles of you. I don't care how many degrees he has."
You finally lower your book just enough to stare at him. "It was a parent-teacher meeting, Satoru."
"Yeah, well, he was talking to you all slow and respectful and.... educational. What’s the bastard trying to prove?"
You go back to your book with a slow blink and no further comment.
"You are so—"
Before you can finish, he grabs the book clean out of your hands and flings it somewhere across the room.
"Hey—!"
You reach out for it instinctively, but he moves faster, already shifting his weight and rolling over you in one smooth motion. He straddles your hips, knees pressed to the outside of your thighs, his chest hovering just above yours.
One hand plants beside your head, the other trails down, gliding over your ribs, your waist— before settling low on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your shorts. His fingers splay there, staking his claim.
He’s looking down at you now, hair falling in his face, grin slow and easy like he has all night to make his point.
"You’re impossible," you mumble, glaring up at Gojo.
"Maybe this is why I piss you off so often," he says, lips brushing your jaw. "Just wanna see my pretty girl all worked up."
You try your best not to succumb to the temptation. You really do.
But his mouth finds the curve of your jaw, kisses warm and trailing as they move lazily toward your neck, each one a little more self-satisfied than the last. He hums against your skin, practically vibrating with contentment, thinking he's finally worn you down.
His fingers flex against your thigh, grip tightening just slightly as his lips trail lower—
"Gojo-sensei!"
You both freeze. Gojo's body goes still, lips hovering at your neck, hand frozen just beneath the hem of your shorts.
"I spilled juice on my shirt." Megumi's small voice echoes from the next room, painfully unimpressed and extremely inconvenient.
Gojo lets out the longest, loudest, most dramatic groan known to man, forehead falling onto your shoulder like he’s in mourning.
"...I swear that child has a sixth sense for cockblocking."
You laugh—wheeze, really—because he says it so seriously, like this is a national tragedy.
"I’ll be back," he grumbles, reluctantly hauling himself off you, the pettiness in his voice barely disguised. "But I’m taking the book hostage until further notice."
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sirencholia · 7 days ago
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face of a boy who chirped outside my door like a baby bird until he was let in …….
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sirencholia · 7 days ago
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sirencholia · 8 days ago
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"What?"
Gojo Satoru x reader
Fluff, crack, Azula from ATLA mentioned
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It was time for Satoru to tell you the truth.
You had been together for 5 months, 24 days, 3 hours and 16 minutes -not that he was counting - and you still don't know the most important thing about him. That he is a sorcerer, and the strongest at that. And you? You were just the normal, average person that had no idea of the world you were living in.
But that couldn't continue anymore. He takes this relationship very seriously and loves you too much to keep hiding all this, so he decided to finally have the necessary long talk with you.
"So... Y/n." He started.
"So, Satoru." You mirrored as you dried the washed dishes.
"Um.. you know, the world..."
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you glanced at him over your shoulder. "Huh?"
Shit shit shit. Despite trying his best, really, to not freak out, mess up and speak like the adult he is, he couldn't. He couldn't do this. This will bring changes he won't able to go through.
What if after you learn the truth you dump him because you feel scared by him? Or because you don't want to have a liar as a man? Or because you want a normal guy by your side? Or because-
"It's.. round, you know?"
What.
He slapped himself internally.
"What?" You let a laugh and turned around to look at him, only to find him unable to focus on staring at one thing and moving his arms awkwardly.
"Uh.. it's, I don't know how to tell you this.." Satoru played with his fingers, voice unsteady.
"And what is 'this' ?"
He took a deep breath to shake off even a little of his stress and fears -with no avail- and began talking.
"I... I am, not, who you think I am."
You gave him a questioning look, not knowing what to expect. "What do you mean? Who are you then?"
After bracing himself -not really- for what's to come, he finally made eye contact with you and revealed the truth he so wished he didn't have to reveal.
"I am a Jujutsu Sorcerer."
A small pause.
"I exorcise.. monsters, in simplyfied terms to understand, that are created by the negative feelings of normal humans, like you for example."
He stayed silent for a few seconds.
"There are not many of us who can see them and exorcise them, but we manage because we have powers to do that."
Another pause was taken before he showed you his powers in order for you to believe him and not think he is a lunatic.
Satoru then raised his hand, with you watching his every move intently, and pulled towards him the salt shaker from the kitchen counter, like a magnet would.
Your eyes widened at the sight, understandably so, and without meaning to you took a step back, not knowing that it shattered his heart in a million pieces. You were afraid of him...
Even if he tried not showing this painful feeling on his chest, the saddened expression on his face wasn't willing to obey. "I wanted to tell you sooner, but I couldn't bring myself to.." He placed the salt shaker back where it was. "because I was scared I'd lose you.." He admitted, his voice breaking a little.
"Hell I don't want to lose you now, obviously, but you deserve to know the real me."
What you gave him all this time was wide eyes, a step back and silence. You haven't said a single word, not even a shocked "what?!", and he couldn't help but take this as a bad, terrible sign.
"This is really it huh?" He thought. "This is the end."
Before he got to say something else or do anything besides standing in front of you like a scolded kid, you spoke.
"Do a handstand for me."
What?
His head literally snapped up to look at you, clearly not expecting you to say this out of everything else you could've said in this situation.
"What?" He asked in disbelief, eyebrows furrowed and confused wrinkles appearing on his forehead.
"Do a handstand." You repeated. "You must be able to do these kind of things right? Since you fight and all." You explained, like that was the most normal thing to say at the moment.
"You want me to do a handstand?"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
He eyed you, concerned, unsure, and took some steps back to do the irrelevant thing you asked for. In the meantime, all you did was watch him amazed.
After that, he approached you with a small sigh. "Done. Now could you plea-"
"Do a cartwheel!" You demanded excited and joyful.
"Huh?!"
"Do it!"
"Wh- why would I do that?" He asked, not understanding the reason of it. You still haven't said anything about his shocking revelation and you're asking for this?
You doubted he would listen to your needs if you told the truth, so you came up with a lie. "Because I'm mad at you! You hid your true self from me and if you want me to forgive you, you have to do what I ask for. It's the least you can do!!" You crossed your hands purposely, faking seriousness.
Satorus eyes widened, fully buying your bullshit and not even bother to think that you don't really make sense. "Oh! O-okay! Tell me what to do!" He said with genuine desire, wanting nothing more your forgiveness. That made you feel bad for him, but not enough to stop.
"Stand there" You pointed to the free space in the living room "and do as I say."
He quickly went there and waited for you as you walked to the couch and sat comfortably, knowing you won't be getting up for a while.
"Do a cartwheel." You repeated.
And he did it with an ease that had you fighting to not smile.
"Do a split."
And he did it effortlessly, making you giggle inside.
"Do a spinning kick."
And he did.
"Do a backflip!"
"Do a frontflip!"
"Do a knee kick!"
"A side kick!"
"A spinning back kick!"
"Roll backwards three times!"
"Do a handstand and spin with your hand!"
"Do 10 pushups very fast!"
"Do a pistol squat, jump and do it again with your other leg and repeat 5 times!"
"Use the header of the doorframe and do 10 fast pullups!"
"Now come back and do a bridge!"
"Now lift your right leg and get up by pushing the other one!"
"Do a spin in the air and land on your hand!"
"Huh?!" Gojo gawked at you. You were getting creative, and that surely wouldn't mean something good for him.
"Do it!!!"
He whined scared and continued getting ordered by you, who had sooo many ideas in your mind.
"Jump high and spin 4 times in the air!"
"Do it again and land in one leg, ice skater style!"
"Do a bridge and walk in circles!"
"Quicker!!"
"Now get up and do a high kick!"
"Do an elbow lever!"
"How do you even know this?!"
"Blame Azula. Now do a backflip and land on L-sit!"
"Do a planche, then do 7 pushups without your legs touching the ground!"
And so, after 45 minutes of doing every martial arts, acrobatics, calisthenics, gymnastics and countless combinations of moves your evil mind asked for, without stopping once, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Baby please- I can't-" Satoru said between heavy breaths, sweating like he never has in his entire life of being a sorcerer. "I can't take it anymore! Give me a break!"
You watched him struggle to hold himself up, crouched on the floor as his hands supported his exhausted body, clothes drenched, completely contradictory to your state, sitting in the couch comfortably, full of energy. "Awww you look awfully tired, but now I want you to use your powers."
"HUH?!"
"You heard me. Now walk on the ceiling."
"IM NOT POSSESSED TO DO THAT!!!"
But Satoru's just too in love with you, so not even 2 minutes later, he found himself doing whatever ridiculous request you had this time.
And so, once again, after another 45 minutes of you ordering him around, he finally collapsed in the living room. Even the strongest has his limits.
"Uuuggghhhhh. I beg you no more Y/n, please spare me." He spoke mumbled, due to him facing the cold floor. "Isn't this enough to forgive me? This is practically torture." He cried.
"Oh. About that, I've already forgiven you." You replied with the most calm, unbothered voice, legs crossed as you looked down at him.
His head snapped to you, eyes wide and offended. He looked mad. "Excuse me?" You held a laugh at the sight. An unmoving body with a full of life head. "You heard me."
"Then why did I almost faint listening to your crazy demands?!" He spat, eyebrows furrowing which you found cute.
"Because I find it hot when you move like that." You revealed your little secret.
Truth was, you didn't get mad at all for him keeping his powers and real job from hidden from you. If you were in his place, you'd probably do the same. Plus, you were sure people like him were strictly ordered to not talk to a normie about their life. Or maybe you were a bit nuts, but who cares.
Now, as for you telling him to do this and that.. the reason was actually pretty simple. It was suuper hot, as already said. Watching him do moves that others struggle with so effortlessly is just, so sexy. He looked free, strong and superior. You liked that a bit too much.
His anger washed away in an instant. "Oh. Really?" Satoru asked with round eyes, suddenly feeling his energy coming back. Yeah, he was doomed, whipped, utterly in love with you.
You laughed at this. He pouted. "Yeah. It's so.. grrawr, you know?" You explained poorly before getting up to crouch beside him and stroked his bangs.
He relaxed at your touch, never not enjoying when you gave him even the slightest physical attention. "So... are you really not mad at me?"
"I'm not. I get why you hid those things from me, don't worry." You confirmed with a slow run of your fingers to his wet, but still beautiful, hair.
"You're not afraid of me either?" He asked carefully, hoping you say no.
"No Satoru I'm not. I don't think I could be even if I wanted to, you're so good to me." You replied with a slow caress to his cheek.
He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your warm, tender hand on him.
"I love you so much sweetie."
"Me too baby, me too."
"By the way.." He started a few seconds later. "how much 'ggrawrr' you find me when I'm moving like that?" He smirked, waiting for you to admit once more how you felt, and you were sure he would start showing his athletic- no, his superhuman side from now on if it meant that you enjoyed it (just not to the point of nearly fainting).
A giggle escaped you. "Veery much."
"Hmm.. very much huh?" He teased, overly excited for someone who still can't move his body.
"Uh huh. So, forgive me for being so cruel with you earlier?" You gave a light kiss to his eyebrow.
"I'm a goodhearted man, of course I'll forgive you sweetheart. In fact, I've already done it."
You kissed his cheek with a 'muah' sound, smiling, before you stand up.
"You indeed are. Now let's get you up."
"Uuhhh... I'm not liftable at the moment, try again in 10 minutes."
"But I can't just let you on the floor."
"You can lay with me."
"But.. it's hard and it hurts my bones."
"Oh really?" He said ironically.
You just sighed and gave up on comfortability for... until he could lift his heavy body himself.
Satorus heat immediately started radiating to you. "You're impossible."
"Look whoo's talking."
"Sh."
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Suuup! Don't steal my work and sorry for any mistake.
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sirencholia · 8 days ago
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This is Pure Love
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