BABY

you and geto surprisingly become friends when you and gojo break up.

it had been 3 months since gojo had broken up with you after a year of whirlwind romance. 3 months of crying, breaking no-contact, and an embarrassing number of failed hinge matches. your biweekly breakdowns became routine to your friends shoko and utahime, showing up with bottles of wine and a joint.

slowly, geto found himself joining the two in comforting you. when you and gojo dated, he maintained a respectful courtesy towards you, his best friend’s girlfriend.

he watched sympathetically when gojo would shut you out for days on end and watch as your face crumbled every time. he felt his stomach twisting when gojo would confide in him, get a little high, and then start talking about you.

“don’t give me that look, suguru. i just don’t wanna be bothered by her 24/7.” gojo rambled on, his usually alert eyes now half-lidded and his whites notably red.

geto nodded in half assed agreement. he could imagine the look on your face if you had heard half of the things gojo said about you after the two of you fought.

you would bite your bottom lip, and then quickly turn your head slightly to the left to hide how fast he knew tears welled up in your eyes. your eyes would cast downward and your voice became small and you’d quietly excuse yourself.

geto learned first hand all of your little habits from the sheer amount of times he would witness a fight between you two. despite that, he never felt it his place to comfort you. his best friend’s girlfriend.

however, that has since changed.

shoko and utahime convince him you need this. that it’ll be good for her to see a friend. i barely know her, he wants to say, but keeps his mouth shut.

so when he finally arrives at your apartment, he’s fully prepared to give you some cordial advice and a pat on the shoulder. he did not expect you to be a sniffling, blabbering mess, instantly throwing your face into his shoulder and crying.

his heart nearly stopped before awkwardly side hugging you. you sniffle and look up at him, too depressed to remember the lack of relationship you always had with geto.

this was the closest geto had ever been to you. your eyes are watery and red but still seem to stare up at him like the cutest thing he had ever seen. your cheeks were pink and tear streaked but he had to fight the overwhelming urge to bite pinch them.

that night, you took geto to the couch and talked his head off for hours. the previous awkwardness had dissolved like it had never existed, like the two of you had known each other for ages.

one minute geto would be clutching his stomach from the jokes you cracked and the next minute you’d be sobbing into his arms.

overnight, you and geto became closer than anyone you’d ever met.

he gave you advice that actually went through to you. he told you the harsh truths you needed to hear and knew the right thing to say every time.

he’d tune gojo out when he’d complain about him being friends with his ex. “suguruuu you’re supposed to be on my side,” he’d whine, kicking his legs like a toddler.

he’d only shrug his shoulders.

-

it has now been 8 months since you and gojo broke up. you had stopped crying long ago and continued to hang out with geto.

he was ecstatic the day you had stopped shedding tears over his best friend. your conversations became lighthearted and you had now spent more time with him sober than inebriated.

the two of you had lunch everyday and 3/4 of each other’s schedule in sync. the two of you were inseparable. and geto liked it that way.

he enjoyed your routine together, an unspoken but undeniable fondness for being your best friend.

which is why he was so irked when you casually suggested going to the frat party that night. specifically, gojo’s frat.

he mentally cursed himself for helping you. you moved on, sure, but some part of geto felt unease at the thought of you being in the same room as gojo. what if you caught feelings for him again? what if gojo caught feelings for you again?

that last thought made geto’s stomach churn. he forced a smile onto his face and nodded, agreeing to go with you.

you only beamed that smile that turned his insides to jelly.

-

suguru geto wanted to die in a hole. if all of the worst combination of events were combined into one, it would be this very moment.

just as he had expected, you and gojo ran into each other. and just as he had expected, your conversation was amicable. too amicable.

he watched as you laughed, hard, at his joke, and the way gojo’s eyes were overflowing with happiness. for the first time in months, he saw the smile reach gojo’s eyes again. and of course, it was seeing you.

the same gojo who didn’t find nearly as much interest in your hobbies as he does. the same gojo who didn’t watch your favorite movies and caress your hair like he does. you slept in his arms, met his family, wore his t-shirts, so why did he want to throw up and dissipate into thin air at the sight of you smiling at gojo?

he wondered if you missed gojo. he wondered if gojo missed you. he wondered if he was about to watch you fall back in love with the lovable, perfect satoru gojo all over again.

your eyes meet geto’s and you instantly light up. you quickly excuse yourself from gojo and walk over to the wall where geto was brooding.

you wore the black top that geto bought for your birthday and the mini skirt he helped you pick on one of your mall runs.

truthfully, when you spun around, asking him if the skirt was cute, his eyes were nowhere near it. he was fixed on the pure joy on your face at twirling like a princess.

he just nodded, dumbstruck and whipped.

you were all dressed up for him, and nobody knew it. “suguru! why aren’t you dancing?” you playfully nudge his arm.

he stayed silent for a minute, eyes boring holes into the crowd. you stare up at him expectingly, with those big, shiny eyes, and he can feel his heart about to explode.

“don’t get back with him.”

your eyes widen in surprise at the sheer bluntness of his words. he looked at you with dead seriousness before raising his palm to cup your cheek with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

“let me treat you better than he ever could,” his voice, barely above a whisper. his heart thumped wildly in his chest, threatening to burst.

yandere toji who had been plotting on you for quite some time finally gets his happy ending

you bring the glass to your lips in an attempt to drown away your boredom. you glance at the clock, another 15 minutes had passed since you arrived 30 minutes ago. you couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly embarrassed at the thought of being stood up. you cringe at the thought of possibly being seen by your coworkers, alone at the bar. you could already hear satoru laughing his ass off, y/n the special grade sorcerer stood up by a regular human.

what a joke.

you almost consider leaving until the bartender slides over a fruity cocktail. you raise a brow, was this an act of pity from the bartender? was this a sign to get the hell out of there?

sensing your confusion, the bartender speaks up. “from the gentlemen there, miss,” as he gestures his head towards the end of the bar.

sitting there was easily one of the most muscular, even gorgeous, human beings you had ever laid eyes on. his hair was short and to the point, barely covering eyes with a dark glint. you noticed a scar over his lip, and you almost squirmed in your seat at the sheer size of his shoulders.

fuck. what was the harm? you didn’t sense any cursed energy from him so entertaining a human for the night wouldn’t hurt.

what a shame he was just a human.

smiling, you walked over to the man and took a seat next to him.

“and who can i thank for this drink?” you smile sweetly at him. up close, he was even more handsome than you thought.

“fushiguro. you can call me toji.” his voice was husky and dripped with a certain cockiness that only made you want to tear him down more. “well toji, thank you for this. can i pay you back with a dance?” you lean forward and look up at him through your lashes. this was too easy.

humans were unbelievably stupid, you thought.

you grab his hands, the same ones that nearly swallow your own, and lead him to the dance floor. you close your eyes and feel the beat drumming in your bones and let your body move against his own.

his hands find their way to your waist and the two of you find yourselves moving in synchronized rhythm together.

one hand grips the plush of your ass and the other gives your waist a rough squeeze. you feel him lean into your ear, his breath tickling you. you feel a hot shiver down your spine as his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“aren’t you dirty? grinding on some guy you’ve never met,” he whispered.

letting out a shaky laugh, you tilt your head back towards him. “then let me get to know you a little better,” you reply as you grind down on his clothed groin.

toji lets out a guttural groan, pulling you closer.

you decide right there and then to take him back to your room.

you turn around to look at him before slipping a hotel key card into the pockets of his slacks. you palm his obvious boner, eliciting the most delicious response, before tiptoeing and whispering into his ear before sauntering off, “shibuya hotel. room 482.”

toji stares at the sway of your hips as you walked away, wrapped in an obviously expensive, tight dress that hugged you in all the right places. and he thought, how fuckin’ easy was that.

y/n l/n, the special grade sorcerer. you were 26 years old, single, close friend to gojo satoru and a good girl for the most part. your family was a semi-important clan in the jujutsu world and despite having access to all the riches of your family, you still yearned for companionship.

he knows you have had suitors lined up for you your entire life from dozens of prominent clans, but deep down, you dreamed of a love connection, something very few in jujutsu society were granted.

and here he was, ready to give you everything you had ever wanted. yes, toji loved you. with every fiber of his being, toji adored you. he had loved you for years.

he had loved you since the day of your debut into jujutsu society as the only daughter of the l/n clan, nervous and frantic to make a good impression.

he watched as your confidence grew and your cursed technique became stronger. he watched as you rose through the ranks, exorcising thousands of cursed spirits. he watched as you became the very special grade sorcerer you were today.

he had waited for the perfect opportunity to ease his way into your life. of course, finding out you were out on a date, he simply couldn’t accept that. even if it meant embarrassing his darling for one night, it was all worth it.

how pretty were you, sitting alone at the bar, one leg over the other, knowing all eyes were on you.

he was sure that the memory of your small hands touching him in such an intimate manner would be etched into his mind for the rest of his life.

mine, mine, mine, mine.

he grinned to himself as he made his way towards the exit, pulling out the intricate key card.

choso x reader SMUT lowkey porn without plot.

the silence minus the 2000’s pop quietly blaring in the background was deafening. between you and your long time school crush standing behind the register was the 7.5 inch, girthy, flesh colored dildo and a modest bottle of lube on the counter. the very items you had set down.

your eyes locked and you knew instantly he had recognized you. here you were, outside of your usual sweaters and baggy pants, could choso see all of you.

he saw the goosebumps rising on your collarbone and spreading down your chest. you were in a simple tank top and shorts and god, he could see your perky tits and the delicious outline of your cunt ever so slightly.

red hot blood rushed to your face and you wanted to die instantly. no words were exchanged for several minutes before choso broke the silence with a sly smile. “i can do you one better.”

within seconds you were slammed into the break room, arms fumbling around choso’s neck as one arm firmly gripped your thighs and the other hastily locked the door.

his tongue circled around yours, panting into your mouth. you felt your head lighten from the air choso continued to steal from your body.

your hands traveled lower and lower until you grabbed the rock hard member that finally caused the man to let go of your lips. he buckled hard into your palms before letting out the most sinful, dare i say, pornographic moan.

no words were exchanged as the two of you stumbled onto the couch. the tip of his cock oozed precum at your very touch.

“f-fuck…!” he groaned as you continued to palm his dick through his briefs. his lips brushed against your bare collarbone, gently licking it before sucking harshly down your chest, leaving blossoming marks. you felt your warming core ache, soaking your panties.

choso roughly tugged down your shorts, staring in awe at your pretty little pussy. “do you want this?” he whispered, nibbling on your ear. fuck it. “yes, god yes, choso…!”

he grabbed your hips and slammed your body onto his cock, eyes rolling back with pleasure. the both of you let out loud moans. your walls fit him so perfectly. you were perfect. he continued to guide your body up and down his cock at lightning speed, wet sounds filling the air. you felt a tight coiling in your stomach, unable to think from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“you still need that dildo? tell me, pretty girl” he breathed, continuing to thrust deeper. “no- fuck..!” you grabbed a fistful of his hair as his tip relentlessly hit your cervix. tears threatened to fall from your eyes, the sensation overwhelming all of your senses.

his hands squeezed your ass firmly before giving it a loud slap. one hand rested on the fat of your ass and the other kneaded at your tit, sucking hard on your nipples.

“choso, im going to cum, fuck, please!” you cried out before blinding pleasure overwhelmed you instantly. you felt hot warmth instantly fill you and the shameful realization of your situation snapped you out of the moment. you had just hooked up with your classmate in the break room of his job. he could tell instantly just how embarrassed you were by the doe eyed look on your face.

he lifted his hand to your cheek and gently caressed it. “hey, dont worry…ill pay for the plan b. dont worry your pretty little head about it,” he kissed your jaw gently, looking at you with an indescribable kindness. you felt your nerves begin to calm and suddenly, new found confidence emerged. you had just fucked one of the hottest guys at your school.

you slowly lifted yourself off of his cock, hot seed dripping from your cunt and onto his stomach. he groaned at the loss of your warmth, but god did he look beautiful sprawled out with his cock resting against his stomach, soaked in a mix of yours and his fluids.

looking up at him, you wrap your hands around his cock, watching it begin to harden once again. his eyes widened, surprised at your sudden actions.

something calm and fluff since im moving back into my dorms tomorrow :3 a bit sick rn so this might b me projecting enjoy !!! gn! reader but can b read any way :333 sorry choso might be short whoops

GOJO SATORU

gojo is ectastic at your move in. the very first thing he does is saunter up to you and offer to help you move heavy boxes into your new apartment. he introduces himself as gojo satoru, a professor at the local university. you’re instantly captivated by his almost frighteningly blue eyes framed by long, white eyelashes.

“a pretty person such as yourself shouldn’t have to do anything by themselves,” and next thing you know it, all of the boxes were swiftly moved into the apartment. “thank you so much! i really don’t know how i can thank you gojo,” you bashfully smile at him. gojo leans in and you’re hit with the scent of expensive cologne. the man was staggeringly tall, towering over you with a charming smile. you can see in the way he moves the areas his shirt squeezes. suddenly, you feel flustered by his proximity.

“then, dinner here at 7?” he flashes a cheeky grin.

a strange feeling develops in your stomach and you almost lose the proper words. he looks expectantly at you, almost like a dog and you have to bite back a giddy smile. you finally muster up the courage and tilt your head up towards him. “yeah, sounds good.”

“great. it’s a date then.”

since then, you and gojo have developed a tradition of dinner at each other’s apartment every friday night. tonight was at gojo’s place where he’s cooked up your favorite. surprisingly, the two of you quickly became close.

he tells you stories of his rambunctious students but you can tell by the way that his eyes light up when he speaks of them that he truly loves them dearly. his slender fingers drum any surface when he feels anxious and he indulges in tons of sweets when he’s stressed. you’ve learned about his best friend he hasn’t spoken to in years and his estranged family and you’d say that he knows you rather well too.

your friends back home tease you about your bond, joking that instead of going clubbing on a friday night, you have dinner dates with your wildly attractive neighbor. while you admit that he was frustratingly handsome, you insist it’s strictly platonic. he was way out of your league.

“(y/n), check out this new wine my coworker got me,” he calls from the kitchen. the bottle is some vintage french brand that you assume was a gift from someone way out of your tax bracket. you’re sure that the bottle alone was worth more than your monthly rent. “someone has admirers,” you tease. he only shrugs as he pours two glasses. “just a coworker.”

“just a coworker? you sure about that?” you raise an eyebrow at him. “sounds more like you’ve got some romantic prospects.” you swirl the wine absentmindedly as you think to yourself., what kind of person does he like? tall or short? (e/c)? (h/c)? you stop yourself, shaking the thoughts of your head. why were you wondering if he’d like people with your hair color?

he let out a dry laugh. “nah. i don’t really care for any of them.” he sits down next to you at the counter, sipping at the glass. you notice the way the wine stains his lips and you find yourself staring, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. just the sight of you makes him feel crazy, he thinks. he quickly downs the glass before getting started on another.

you smell especially good today. you must’ve showered before the dinner, he observes. the way you always dress up a bit for your cherished dinner together and how you seem to bounce in anticipation for tonight when he reminds you of the dinner in the morning. all of these things gojo has noticed about you makes his heart beat just a little faster. next thing he knows it, he’s already finished the previous glass, onto his third. before he can stop himself, the words slip out.

“i actually like someone already.” you snap out of your thoughts, eyes locking with his. then, you notice the flushed red of his cheeks and ears. and that look in his eyes.

you realize he’s drunk, and that he had been staring at you for quite a while. you swallow hard. “satoru?” you struggle to speak. you’re overwhelmed by his glossy eyes staring at your plump lips and the smell of him that you’ve come to adore makes you feel dizzy. the wine must be getting to you.

“(y/n)…” he practically whines. suddenly, his lanky arms are around you, the whole weight of his body against you. your back is pressed to the counter and you feel your heart about to thump out of your chest.

compliments here and there, satoru always going out of his way to hang out with you when he wasn’t working, you knew what he was doing. and you were sure he was aware of the things you did for him as well. for more casual hangouts, you had a mug at his place and for him, likewise. your signature scent was picked out by him on a holiday outing, just the two of you.

with all of your strength, you pulled gojo towards the couch, where he proceeded to slump against you again. his whole body felt warm and like he was on cloud 9. he could’ve sworn it was you who was now enveloping him with warmth. what a sweet dream, he sighs into slumber.

GETO SUGURU

geto is the perfect gentleman. and unfortunately, he was also a workaholic that happened to forget to eat several days a week. the two of you become close from you one day shyly dropping off containers of leftover food, and you insisting that you made too much. from behind the door, peeped two heads. two little girls looked up to you and at the sight of food in hand, you saw their eyes light up. this becomes a regular occurrence, always ending with him giving you a soft smile and thanking you and the girls hugging you and insisting you come in and play with them.

besides you really always making too much food, you had a huge crush on your neighbor. he was a single, working dad who went above and beyond for his daughters mímiko and nanako, who you’ve come to love to smithereens. at the end of your “play dates”, you’d always leave with drawings made by the girls or some trinket they made for you at school. eventually, you become close enough with geto that you two exchange spare keys.

this comes in handy when one day, you fall ill.

you have no idea how you got sick but one day, you wake up with a throbbing headache and a hellfire level fever. your throat feels drier than a drought and you’re convinced that any words you attempt to speak might turn your vocal cords to dust. you try to make it to the kitchen but you hardly make it very far before collapsing on the couch. ah fuck. you don’t remember the cheap couch being as comfortable as it did right now. this might just be my deathbed, you think deliriously.

several hours pass as you remain slumped on the couch before the door unlocks with a click, with geto and the girls coming in and calling your name. you missed the play date.

“(y/n)!” mimiko scurries over to your side where to a little girl, you looked good as dead. geto rushes to you with nanako behind him and feels for your pulse. thank god, you’re alive. he feels your head and instantly pulls his hand back. “mimiko, nanako. they’re okay, just really sick right now.” he assures the sniffling girls. “will you be dears and get cold towels? you know where they are.”

the girls who have slept over several times by now hurriedly grab towels soaked in a bowl of icy cold water. geto acts swiftly, wringing the water and pressing a towel to your forehead. you stir from the sudden coldness on your skin. you groggily open your eyes and nearly have a heart attack at the sight of your crush leaning over your face and the girls on either side of you. “suguru?! mimiko? nanako??” you rasp out before coughing. “ohmygoshimsosorryholycrapilooksouglyinfrontofmycrushandhiskidsimsososorry” you blurt out.

he presses a finger to your lip, making your heart race even faster. “don’t worry about it. we’ll take care of you.” he gives you a closed eye smile and you’re hit again with exhaustion, falling back into feverish sleep. he smiles to himself before getting to work around the house.

he fires up your stove and cooks up your favorite porridge for when you’re ready to eat. he makes sure its chock full of nutrients and makes no effort to hide the abundance of vegetables, regardless of if you like them or not. while it cooks, he immediately tackles any possible causes for your sickness. geto closes any and all windows, dusts to the high heavens, and wipes down every surface possible.

he tsks at the heaps of laundry before throwing them in the machines and tidying up your living space. he doesn’t fail to notice all the things you’ve received from his daughters, the only things neatly kept in your room. a warm feeling settles in his chest and makes a mental note of yet another thing about you he has come to love.

mimiko and nanako play with your hair and undo any knots from your sleep and per geto’s instruction, do it as gently as possible. they’ve come to adore you just as much as their father has, which did not go unnoticed by them. their father was someone who did not allow people to come into his life easily and rarely trusted anyone beyond their uncle, who for some reason, hadn’t come by for a while.

the two girls exchange knowing looks watching their father work all over the apartment effectively and efficiently.

they were aware of how he forgot to take care of himself for a while, but after you came into their lives, he ate more and slept better. they spent less and less time home alone when geto was at work and they knew how grateful he was for that. so for his sake and yours, mimiko and nanako handled you with adoring gentleness.

after all, knowing now that you’ve come to love geto as much as he did you, they were happy to do this for you.

you slept with the sweetest dreams and your body came back back down to a comfortable warmth.

CHOSO KAMO

when you first moved in, you were warned by your landlord that you’d have quite the eccentric for a neighbor. what you didn’t expect, was to hear expletives begin at night with the occasional crash. the thin walls between you two did not help. after a few restless nights, you had it with your lousy neighbor.

mustering up courage, you knock sharply on the door next to yours. you fidget and start to regret knocking. before you could run back to your apartment, the door swings open.

your breath catches in your throat as your eyes meet a solid chest, and as your eyes trail upwards, you’re stunned by the man in front of you. dark eyes peer down at you through deep eye circles behind two messy buns. he was hot. “hi…” you barely croak out. “yes?” you’re surprised by his soft voice, a sharp contrast to his stature.

finally, you speak up. “um… i can kinda hear you at night? i’m sorry to bother you!” you feel your face growing warmer by the minute. to your surprise, your neighbor blushes instantly. “i’m so sorry! i’m a streamer and i get worked up sometimes… i’m so sorry though!” he began to ramble. oh god.

“no, no! it’s totally fine!” you shook your head as you watched the tall man become a flustered mess.

he bowed his head in shame, “i just ordered some sound proofing tech so i promise it won’t bother you soon!”

you cleared your throat, “it’s okay, really! besides,” you smile.

“you can make it up to me.”

he chokes out before coughing into his hand, hiding a creeping blush on his face. “yea… i would like that…” he mumbles behind his hands.

your friendship with choso blossoms quickly. you two realize you shared a mutual interest in cookie run: kingdom and began playing together.

“cho~, what toppings should i put on mystic flour cookie?” you whine in frustration. he peered up from his ipad before looking over at your current build. “searing raspberry? seriously? you should optimize swift chocolate, dummy.” he tsk’d before taking over your ipad. you watched as he played games with a childish glee and yet, swore like a sailor when streaming.

“(y/n), my fans wanna see us play minecraft,” he looked at you with pleading puppy eyes. “fine, but i want operator” you stick your tongue out.

you two sat in front of the camera, playing while simultaneously reading the chat.

chososgf: i love you choso !!!

kkimbap1: (y/n) vs choso 1v1 when ^_^

the_strongest: ygs r so cute lol

choso read the latest comment out loud before smiling at the camera. “thank you!”

possessive unhealthy behaviors! heavily implied yandere

SUNDAY

you were only supposed to be gone for a few hours, doing shopping around the dreamscape. of course, sunday would be damned if he didn’t assign designated oak family agents to closely accompany you all day. you are, after all, mr. sunday’s precious darling.

but he could only blame the incompetence of these agents for losing you. he will have to punish their families quite severely, he thinks to himself. this could only be an act of treason, sunday reasons.

his wings twitch in annoyance.

“i suppose any good pet returns to their master after they’ve realized what an unforgiving world we live in,” he muses

and would he be the head of the oak family if he wasn’t always correct?

there you were, shivering in his doorway, dripping like a wet puppy.

poor (y/n), he thinks. how likely of you to be entranced by street performers and wander off like a child. stars fill your eyes, struggling to take in all the gleaming lights. you are enchanted by these sights for quite some time, until you realize you are lost.

suddenly, the world wasn’t quite as beautiful.

you shakingly walk over to sunday, looking up at him through tear soaked lashes. he tsks before brushing your hair out of your face.

“my dear, how ever did you get lost?” his gloved hand caresses your hair. “i’m afraid i’ve been so careless with you,” how could he let you, a poor, stupid thing, leave his sights again?

“you worry me too much, my dear”

“i’m sorry—“

he pressed a finger to your lips

“as the head of the oak family, i must protect all of my citizens. including you.”

“you best not leave the estate at all.”

JINGYUAN

when jingyuan is informed of you never returning from your outing, he abandons the stacks of paper work at hand. he truly wonders if you just enjoy the punishment at this point.

you had fallen asleep at the base of a tree after a long day of entertaining friends and family. you just needed a break.

deep into your slumber, you felt a raindrop hit your face. groggily, you open your eyes to finally see rain puttering down upon your head. you curse silently before a loud clap of thunder surprises you. however, the thunder was quickly drowned out by the sound of hundreds of armor clanking towards you.

you rub your eyes, only to finally see yourself suddenly surrounded by cloud knights. your stomach drops. how long had you been asleep, you wonder anxiously.

oh no, jingyuan will be—

speak of the devil.

the cloud knights part to make way for the general himself.

the thunder crashing and downpour don’t feel as threatening now that he had shown up. and of course, with the lion.

he silently picks you up bridal style, and you do not dare fight it. you only just recovered your legs recently, after all.

“may i suggest that you take a nap in my sights next time?” ah, but he didn’t really mean that there would ever be a next time.

“yes, general.” you mumble

he gently, but firmly, takes your chin. “you need not maintain formalities, my love,”

“however, as your general, i do not wish to have to imprison you for high treason.”

your eyes widened. high treason?

he lowers his head until his lips are against your ears. “you are my spouse and it is your duty to be as such”

“you cannot absolve yourself of this duty for as long as the mara-struck live.”

VENTI

venti knew you were lost.

there was nowhere in mondstadt where you could ever wander off to where he wouldn’t know your every move. he admired your furrowed brow and how you chewed anxiously on your bottom lip. you were lost, indeed.

oh dear, it seemed as if you were about to walk through an area notoriously frequented by hilichurls and slimes. he thinks to himself that you’ll just have to learn your lesson.

he watches as the hilichurls take notice of you and alert the others.

he only watches as he watches one notch an arrow and lets it soar, narrowly missing, yet scraping your leg.

you yelp out in pain and he almost gets the urge to help you.

but maybe in a little while.

the anemo archon is amused by how you fumble to grasp your sword imbued with your (element) vision. he makes a face, revolted by the reminder of how one of his fellow seven had blessed you, his darling, with their power before he did.

finally grasping your sword, you swing at the hilichurls charging at you, knocking down a few. the pain in your leg makes it hard to fight but archons, you couldn’t afford to lose.

you stifle back groans as clubs bash against your unarmored back. you feel your head spinning from hours of dehydration and hunger.you swung violently at the monsters, not realizing the commotion your fight was causing.

how did that eye of the storm get there?

when you thought you had finished off the monsters, you felt a strong gust of wind knock you down. dirt and debris swirl around you, filling your lungs. you cough violently, eyes filled with fear at the storm in front of you. no way, you internally scream.

you reach for your sword but it is blown out of your weak grip several feet away. fuck, you had no option other than to crawl away.

just as you thought you were finished, an anemo imbued arrow soars past your head and right into the storm, dissipating it. you whip your head around to see venti, the drunkard bard you had befriended.

“are you alright, (y/n)?” he gazes at you worriedly. tears fill your eyes as you throw your arms around the bard, knocking him back onto the grass.

“t-thank you venti,” you hiccup, burying your head into his shoulder.

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to think you were so badly spooked by a little wind,

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very suggestive indeed, gn! reader but can b read any way :), established relationship

the way kafka kisses you is addicting. when she returns home from missions, there aren’t words exchanged when you open the door to find her peering down at you with those ever so empty irises and a smile gracing her face.

her gloved hands cup your warming cheek and her lips are crashing onto yours. despite coming back from battle, her appearance is unchanged. her jacket is lazily draped over her shoulders and collar kept neatly folded. the only slight difference was the scent of ash and bloodshed.

you sigh into the kiss contently, happily indulging in the familiar scent.

kafka ran her tongue over your slightly chapped lips before pushing deeper, exploring your mouth. a gasp left your throat but was quickly silenced by kafka pressing you against the doorframe. your heart drums against your chest and suddenly, you get the urge to dishevel your lover for a chance.

you bite down gently on kafka’s lip and suck, leaving blossoming marks. you’re overwhelmed with a possessive urge, to own her as much as she owns you. she hums in surprise before returning the favor, albeit much harsher.

you feel her nibble on your bottom lip, drawing blood. the metallic taste is swiped away by kafka’s tongue before she re-entered your mouth. you feel lightheaded from every suck and bite from kafka. her grasp on your face has moved to your waist and slowly dipping up your shirt, caressing your ribs, causing you to shiver with pleasure.

“kafka…!” you breath out

“i don’t remember you being this frail, pup,” she whispers into your ear. your lover’s lips are bruised purple and her face dusted pink. you can only imagine the mess you looked.

she continues with a rapid assault on your neck, trailing to your collarbone, biting and sucking and lapping up the blood as she went. “kafka…” you whined. the mix of pain and pleasure was becoming too much.

kafka’s hands are now gripping your thighs with an iron grip. you think that there will be dark marks the next morning. she runs her fingers up your leg while skillfully attacking your throat with dark marks.

you remind yourself to accessorize your lover’s neck at some point later. just as soon as she’s had her way, of course.

pulling back with a gentle pop of her lips, kafka admired her work. your neck was smothered with flowering hickies and your lips swollen. she felt a surge of pride seeing your submissive appearance, eyes watery and your cheeks bright red. how cute you were, she thought.

maybe you deserved a reward.

fem! reader, fluff, suggestive, pet names, implied sexy times

the doors to your room slid open and the tall burgundy haired woman strutted through, tossing her coat over the hanger. she walks toward your near asleep form and cups your face. “y/n dear? have you been waiting for me?” kafka coos into your ear.

you were too cute. your silky sheets were strewn across your body resting in a fetal position. the strap of your tank top was ever so slightly off your shoulder, revealing your lover’s fun. kafka licked her lips at the sight of your exposed skin, painted with dark hickeys littered across your chest.

she sighed fondly at the memories of last night.

you stir as your eyes blearily adjust to the figure standing above you. a smile tugs at your lips at the sight of your lover. the clock next to you read 4:03 a.m.

kafka sits on her knees by your bed “you’re too good to me,” she presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles before getting up. she quickly changes into an intricate, black slip dress with pearls positioned upon her bust. she settles her pearl earrings on the nightstand and moves into bed to face you.

without her contacts, you can see the emotions behind her eyes. normally glazed over mauve irises were now replaced with a softer glint in her eyes. she looked at you with an unspeakable fondness. “i love you kafka,” you whisper, moving a strand of hair behind her ears.

she gave you a closed eye smile. kafka never said ‘i love you’, because a stellaron hunter was not supposed to fall victim to the simple mundanities of ordinary people. a stellaron hunter was not allowed to have an exploitable weakness.

but kafka made an exception. you weren’t anything but her pet beyond these doors but it was necessary. if any harm came to you because of her, kafka would need more than sam, blade, and silver wolf to hold her back.

fem!reader, stellaronhunter!reader, ooc blade, only a bit suggestive (if u squint) ALSO first drabble in 2 years holy moly

blade stepped through the sliding doors of your room, eyes scanning for your presence. the room was void of your cheerful self but he could tell you were just there. his eyes glanced down at the discarded jacket over your chair followed by the trail of simple (f/c) underwear in front of the door that lead to the bathroom.

he silently walked towards the door, and opened it to reveal your back facing him in a sea of iridescent bubbles and a floral scent hitting his senses.

you turned around, feigning surprise at the man looking upon your naked form. “bladie, you little pervert!”

you did not fail to notice the tips of his ears flush red. he scowled at your teasing voice. wordlessly, his blood stained coat was tossed onto the marble counter, followed by his shirt.

you shifted as you made room for blade as he stepped into the warm tub with you. “are the bubbles necessary?” he grumbled. “shut up and just come here”

he settled between your legs and closed his eyes as you poured warm sudsy water over his head. quickly, his usual musk of metallic blood was replaced by the scent of plum blossoms.

you gently lathered shampoo into his hair while digging the tips of your fingers along his scalp, carefully scrubbing away the dried blood and grime. he breathed out a sigh of relief as your hands skillfully dragged down his neck and rolled your knuckles into his shoulders.

you felt blade sink into the water, deeper into your lap with your legs around his body. “does this feel good?”

“mm.” you took that as a sign of approval and continued kneading his scarred flesh. he did not deserve this treatment, blade thought to himself. he wasn’t sure how to vocally form his gratitude but to you, his lowered guard around you was enough of a thank you.

tw // swearing

there were all kinds of rumors about the balladeer, number 6 of the fatui harbingers. some of which were twisted by none other than his colleagues, tartaglia and la signora. of the ones that were true, however, was that scaramouche had a lover. and he was quite smitten. but it wasn’t like it was too obvious.

a sigh left the harbinger’s lips as he scanned the large stacks of paperwork. in his frustration, he swept a flurry of possibly important documents to the ground. another day’s work left to him after his incompetent agents failed their missions.

“how bothersome…” he muttered under his breath. begrudgingly, he stood up from his chair after hours of labor at the desk. just as he stood up, the door to his office was slammed open. his brows raised in question to this interruption.

normally, anyone who would’ve barged into his office like that would’ve been hit with a multitude of obscenities but scaramouche’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of your dripping form.

“what the fuck happened to you?” scaramouche breathed. you stood in his doorway, soaked to the bone, not only in water but in blood, still unsure whether it belonged to yours or whoever you had encountered. you opened your mouth to speak but not before you had started coughing. your chest was racked with wheezes. in no time, scaramouche rushed to your aid, wrapping his arm around your rather bruised torso. he set you on the plush sofa before rummaging through his drawers for first aid.

“once i’m done fixing this, you have a lot of explaining to do.” his tone was rough but you could tell how distressed he was by how shakily he had wrapped your wounds. occasionally, he would bite his lip in worry if you ever groaned from the pain. “where’s my hello, scara?” you smiled painfully as you held back a wince.

the balladeer could only shoot you a glare before continuing to rub ointment on the burns and scrapes. his hands were gentle when helping you change into nightwear and always asking every few moments if anything still hurt.

after a few antagonizing minutes, scaramouche finally spoke up. “are you going to tell me what happened or not? this is the only time i’m going to forget about my work for your ass.” you chuckled lightly. this wasn’t the first time the balladeer had completely dropped everything he was doing to tend to your carelessness and certainly wasn’t the last time.

“i was sent out to collect debt by her majesty but i didn’t expect the lot of them to be vision wielders. i got the job done but it would’ve been easier if i had you with me.” you smiled at your lover. his indigo eyes widened slightly at your bold choice of words. he only muttered a ‘tch’ but not before you had seen the reddening of his ears.