bbyaster

[bbyaster]

infect me with your love

pairing ⸺ spiderman!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you have always existed in gojo satoru’s shadow. he is a physics prodigy, a person that everyone endlessly admires for his intelligence and charisma, and you hate him for taking the spotlight that you deserve to share with him. but it all changes one day at 5:07AM at your starbucks job when gojo barges in, ordering ridiculously sweet drinks and posing existential questions. is there more to gojo that meets the eye, and is it linked to the vigilante swinging around New York City?

warnings ⸺ college au, academic rivals to lovers, SMUT, tooth rotting fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, basically the holy trinity, reader works at Starbucks (BOYCOTT tho), set in NYC, both reader and gojo are physics majors, mentions of SA, attempt at SA on reader but nothing too graphic, some violence, gojo swings reader across NYC so might trigger fear of heights?. SPIDER-MAN KISS SPIDERMAN KISS, injury and mentions of blood, mentions of gun, inappropriate use of webs LOL, fingering, oral, p in v sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied

playlist ⸺ quantum rizzics

a/n thank you for @avaults my POOKIE for beta reading this. this has been a journey and my first longfic and i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it it's my baby:')

if u don’t wanna read the smut just skip the part after they make up, it’s not necessary to the story and is the ending scene. but just to be clear, minors dni.

kinktober masterlist | general masterlist

fun fact: starbucks opens at 5am.

of course, that depends on your local hours and where you live, but in the campus starbucks you worked at, your manager fortunately didn’t really care if you showed up to your opening shift a bit late. after all, no professor or undergrad is waking up at the ass crack of dawn to get a fuckin coffee; if they really needed a pick me up, they’d go to get the free alcohol at one of the frats that was still partying. 

matter of fact, your manager didn’t really give a fuck what you did as long as you didn’t get the shop blown up or the matcha spilled (it was expensive). this meant you could leisurely wake up at 4:45am and set up the display muffins and cake pops when you arrived in the shop at 5:20am. really, the manager ought to reduce the hours because all you do is finish your readings for your gen ed history classes on the canvas app on your phone. so, really you get paid for doing your homework on your shifts—not that you’re complaining or anything.

that is, until gojo satoru.

first, let’s get the record straight about who gojo is. gojo is a physics second-year—same as you–who is the bane of your existence. up until a few months ago, you never saw gojo satoru outside of classes (where he was dozing off) unless you happened to show up at a frat party, which was only a few occurrences when you got peer pressured by your friends. clearly, he was a “work hard, party hard” type person because he frequents the frats more than the library while having the grades to make up for it because he’s a prodigy. he’s charismatic and smart as fuck; right out of middle school he was studying manifolds and abstract algebra while the rest of the high school freshmen were learning the quadratic equation and the concept of variables. he probably learned what gravity was at age of two and was doing research in quantum field theory by the time he got into college. 

take the last time you saw him outside of class, at office hours with professor yaga.

the air in professor yaga’s office is thick with the scent of old textbooks, the hum of the overhead lights adding to the familiar quiet. you’ve been waiting all week for this chance, and you’re armed with a question that’s supposed to signal i’ve done my homework. you lean forward, trying to project confidence as you ask, “i read in your last paper that you’re working on optimizing error correction in quantum computing systems. is there a reason you prioritized stabilizer codes over surface codes?”

professor yaga’s brow lifts, impressed, and you can feel the warmth of his approval starting to settle around you. “ah,” he says, sounding pleasantly surprised, “you’ve actually read it. that’s... a complicated question.” he leans back, launching into an explanation, and for a second, you think this might actually be it—the moment he notices you for your dedication, your depth of knowledge.

but then, the door creaks open behind you.

you tense, a sinking feeling pooling in your stomach even before you turn around. of course, it’s gojo satoru, strolling in like he owns the place. his bag is slung over one shoulder, and he’s flashing that easy grin that never seems to falter. he spares you the briefest glance before zeroing in on professor yaga.

professor yaga’s face shifts instantly, a mixture of annoyance and resignation flashing in his eyes as he sighs, “gojo. nice of you to join us.”

“hey, i was just passing by,” gojo says casually, though he’s clearly anything but. he doesn’t pass by anywhere without making an entrance. “thought i’d check in on how everyone’s doing.”

the glint in yaga’s eyes sharpens, and he fixes gojo with a look. “when’s that last problem set coming in, satoru? i’ve had enough late assignments from you for one semester.”

at this, another professor at a nearby desk chuckles, casting an amused glance at gojo. “don’t push him too hard, yaga,” he says as if gojo’s delinquency is something charming, a shared inside joke. “kid’s already got the department’s highest scores without trying.”

oh, for god’s fucking sake. you force yourself not to roll your eyes, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag as you sink back in your chair. of course, all it takes is for him to show up and somehow you’re rendered invisible. just minutes ago, professor yaga was engaging with you, treating you as if you might actually belong in this room with your carefully constructed question. now, he’s utterly distracted, entirely absorbed by whatever pseudo-flattering insults he’s throwing at gojo. and, for the record, that stupid, balding professor is wrong. you have the same fucking scores as gojo, so you’re equals.

you’re not even sure gojo realizes he’s doing it—that he has this magnetic, obnoxious effect on everyone in a room. but that’s exactly what grates on you the most. he pulls all eyes to him, like he’s some cosmic force everyone’s compelled to admire. and you? you’re just… there. not that it’s any different than the usual experiences you’ve had as a woman in stem, always feeling like you have to prove yourself five times over. but somehow, gojo makes it worse.

and he does it all effortlessly, like physics is some sort of playground where he can breeze through research and exams, sprinkling charisma wherever he goes. he’s probably off writing his own theories on manifolds while everyone else is struggling to keep up with quantum mechanics. meanwhile, here you are, clawing for every shred of recognition, only to watch it fizzle as soon as he steps into the room.

he flashes a grin at professor yaga. “i’ll get it in,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “i’m just, you know, prioritizing. some of us have… extracurriculars.” he doesn’t wink, but he might as well.

you resist the urge to scoff, sinking deeper into your seat as the frustration bubbles up, sharp and hot. it’s not like you’re jealous. you’d rather endure anything than admit that. but watching gojo waltz in and immediately siphon off any attention you’d managed to earn feels like a slap. if he could just stop showing up, or better yet, stop pretending to be so casually brilliant, maybe—just maybe—you’d have a chance at something other than this routine invisibility.

you let out a huff, pretending to check the time, imagining you had somewhere better to be. you have brilliant, observant blue eyes following you out the door, but you’re too busy trying to keep yourself together until you reach your dorm, where you ugly cry it out.

which, of course, brings you to mornings like this one, where you actually do have to be somewhere. namely, behind the counter at the campus starbucks, opening up shop while most of the world is still asleep. you catch sight of the green mermaid logo ahead, just visible through the dim haze of a 5:07 a.m. chill.

and right beneath it, there’s a familiar head of silver hair.

your eyes have to double take on the man who seems to be looking a bit slouched, tired and leaning against the light pole while tapping his foot. the muscular yet tall stature and white hair are unmistakable; it’s the same ones you’ve dreamed about throttling. but you’re so confused as to why he’s there that you just decide to wordlessly walk towards the store and open up, ignoring his presence until his voice cuts through the morning silence.

“doesn’t this store open up at 5?” his voice sounds tired and groggy, you notice. 

“uh, yea,” you answer tentatively, shrugging. “but, um, no one comes until 7 so i show up late.”

his eyes narrow and somewhat playfully (well, as playful as he can sound at the ass crack of dawn anyways), he asks, “don’t you know time is of the essence? seems pretty irresponsible to me that you’re not showing up on time.”

you just stare at him for a bit because, after all, this is the guy you’ve been having the murderous equivalent of wet dreams about for the past year talking to you in a friendly, joking, familiar way. needless to say, you’re at a loss of words in your slightly flustered state, so all that comes out is a short “sorry” before you’re walking in, getting ready to put on your apron and setting the oven on to heat up the croissants. 

gojo follows in after you, choosing to sit at the table closest to the counter. he sets the backpack he had on his back down, rummaging through and whipping out his laptop and plugging it in. it’s a heavy old thing, and gojo’s biceps strain as he pulls it out and you almost snort when looking at it in its entirety. a gaming laptop.

 but you don’t do that, because laughing at someone who’s a stranger to you would be mean, no matter how much you hate him, so you resort to setting up the counter and getting some powders out. bending over, you get the newly shipped box of cake pops, deigning to put them out on display until you’re interrupted with a cough.

you turn, looking inquisitively at gojo until he points down to the counter, indicating that he wants to order. you mumble, “just a second!” before you continue hauling the box to put it on the top counter where you can easily unpack it and brush your hands, walking up to gojo and getting the system ready to take his order. 

and your fingers are poised on the buttons until you realize that no order is coming out of his mouth. you blink, and he blinks, keeping a stoic face that nevertheless poorly conceals an amused expression.

“…what can i get you?” 

at that, he pouts. “no good morning? no chirpy hello?”

you just stare at him for a good second. what the fuck?

“what?” gojo frowns. “shouldn’t you do that to every customer?” you realize belatedly you’ve said it out loud in your shock, but shake it off nonetheless. 

the silence lingers after gojo’s teasing comment, making you acutely aware of the odd situation: you’re standing there in your work apron, face-to-face with the man you’ve imagined taking down in your head a thousand times, and yet here he is, tired but playfully trying to chat you up. you should hate this—he’s getting under your skin, but for some reason, you just feel unsettled, disturbed that he’s so human.

you don’t trust your voice to not crack while making eye contact with him, so, instead, you focus on your screen. you settle on a simple, flat, “morning,” without a hint of cheerfulness, staring down at the register like it’s your lifeline.

gojo’s eyebrow quirks at your half-hearted greeting, but he says nothing, opting instead to study you with an amused glint. you can feel his gaze, like a weight on your skin, and it almost makes you shiver. he leans forward a little, propping his elbows on the counter, his posture loose but expectant. his playful energy is barely masking something beneath it, something harder.

gojo's grin is wide, almost boyish, and it makes your stomach churn more than it should.

“see? was that so hard?” he says, leaning forward on his elbows like he’s settling in for a chat. his tone is too friendly for someone who’s never exchanged more than a glance with you in class—someone you’ve been actively avoiding whenever possible.

you scowl, moving to the register to finally punch in his order. “what would you like?”

“hmm...” he taps his chin, dragging out the silence. he’s enjoying this, that much is obvious. “surprise me.”

you blink, fingers still poised over the buttons. “surprise you?”

“yeah,” he says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “you work here. you know what’s good.”

you want to throttle him. really, truly throttle him. there’s no way this is real—no way the gojo satoru is sitting in front of you at 5:07 in the morning, asking you to surprise him with a starbucks order like he’s some quirky regular.

and yet, here you are.

“fine,” you mutter, punching in the order for the sweetest, most ridiculous concoction you can think of. caramel drizzle, extra whipped cream, a pump of every syrup in the back room—you’re not going easy on him. “that’ll be eight dollars.”

he doesn’t blink at the ridiculous price. of course, he doesn’t.

pulling out his phone, he taps it against the card reader and flashes you another grin. “thanks, i’m sure it’ll be great.”

you barely resist the urge to roll your eyes. “uh-huh.”

as you move to make the drink, the silence between you stretches uncomfortably. you’ve spent so much time thinking about gojo, despising him, that now that he’s here, right in front of you, you don’t know how to act. and the worst part? he seems perfectly at ease, completely unfazed by the fact that you’ve spent the better part of a year dreaming of his downfall. he’s back to looking at his stupid heavy ahh gaming laptop, and as you move over to put in copious amounts of caramel pumps, you notice that he’s on cool math games playing fireboy and watergirl and almost snort out loud. he’s locked in on his game, his legs moving up and down anxiously, reminiscent of an ipad kid.

after a few minutes of assembling his monstrosity of a drink, you slide it across the counter. “here,” you say, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice.

gojo raises an eyebrow at the drink, the sheer volume of whipped cream threatening to spill over the lid. “wow,” he says, sounding genuinely impressed. “you really went all out.”

“you said to surprise you.”

“i did,” he admits, grabbing the cup and taking a slow, deliberate sip. his eyes widen slightly at the overly sweet taste, and for a brief moment, you think you’ve won.

but then he smiles again, that same irritatingly carefree smile, and you know you haven’t. 

“so,” gojo begins, leaning back in his chair like he’s settling in for a long conversation. “what’s a genius like you doing working the early shift at starbucks?”

your hands freeze mid-clean, and you glance at him sharply. genius?

you can’t tell if he’s being sincere or mocking you—probably the latter, considering who he is—but the word still lingers in the air between you, unsettling.

you scoff, trying to brush it off. “gotta pay the bills somehow,” you mutter, going back to wiping down the counter. but gojo’s gaze is heavy on you, and you can tell he’s not letting it go.

you glance up at him. “look, i like having time to think in the mornings. it’s quiet. besides, no one’s lining up for coffee before 7, so it’s not like i’m missing anything.”

gojo chuckles softly, but there’s something off about it. “thinking time, huh?” he repeats your words, but there’s a strange edge to them, like he’s mulling them over. in fact, you think you just realize that he’s been acting oddly this entire morning, restlessness evident in his figure. he taps his fingers on the table, his eyes flickering to the window, watching the gray morning light spill into the shop.

“doesn’t it ever feel like…” he trails off, brow furrowing slightly. “i don’t know… like you should be doing something else? like… something more?”

his question hangs in the air, heavy and unspoken, but you get the feeling he’s not talking about you. there’s something in his voice, something that sounds like he’s grappling with his own thoughts, with his own place in the world.

for a moment, you’re tempted to brush him off. to tell him he’s overthinking things, that he’s gojo satoru and he already has everything laid out for him. but something stops you. maybe it’s the way he looks—his usual confidence slightly cracked at the edges, his playful tone masking something else. something deeper.

you shrug, turning back to the counter. “i mean… it doesn’t have to be ‘more’ all the time. sometimes just showing up is enough.”

there’s a pause, and you can feel the weight of your words sinking in. gojo goes quiet, really quiet, and when you glance back at him, his usual smirk is gone. he’s just… staring at you, eyes narrowed slightly like he’s trying to figure you out.

“just… showing up, huh?” he repeats softly, almost like he’s testing the words. his fingers stop tapping, and he leans back in his chair, his gaze unfocused, like he’s somewhere else entirely. somewhere in his own head.

you don’t say anything else. you’ve said your piece, and somehow, you know it hit deeper than either of you expected. there’s a strange silence between you now, not uncomfortable, but heavy with understanding.

gojo stands up after a long pause, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. he looks at you, his usual grin slipping back into place, but it’s softer now. less cocky. more real.

“maybe you’re right,” he says, and this time there’s no teasing in his voice. “sometimes it’s enough just to show up.”

and with that, he gives you a small nod, turning and heading out into the cold morning. the door swings shut behind him, and for a second, you just stand there, staring after him.

something’s shifted. you don’t know what it is, but it feels like the start of something. something bigger than just a rivalry.

you shake your head, turning back to the counter. it’s too early for this shit.

…

“you know, i didn’t get your name.”

gojo’s voice cuts through the low hum of the espresso machine as he leans against the counter, that same insufferable grin plastered across his face. he’s here again, of course, only this time it’s during your closing shift. the place is quiet, almost deserted except for the occasional customer who swings by for a quick coffee before heading back out into the cold.

you look up from the equipment you were cleaning, already annoyed. “i’m pretty sure we’ve shared at least one class every semester.”

you weren’t trying to hide the pettiness. gojo, for all his academic genius, clearly couldn’t be bothered to remember you—a recurring face in his orbit. it’s not like you were expecting him to remember you, especially among the sea of faces in lecture halls, but something about the way he strolled in, acting like this was just some cute, quirky meet-cute, got under your skin.

gojo quirks an eyebrow in confusion, his gaze drifting up toward the ceiling as if searching the recesses of his mind for your name—only to come up empty. “are you a grad student?”

you flash him an exasperated look. “just for that, i’m not telling you.”

grabbing a towel to wipe your hands, you step out from behind the barista counter, heading towards the trash can just behind him to restock the straws. as you make your way to the supply room, you can feel his eyes following your every move. to your surprise, gojo starts walking toward you, his presence looming as you dump the straws into the container.

it isn’t until you turn around that you realize he’s standing right next to you, bent comically at the waist and squinting at something on your chest. heat creeps up your neck and into your cheeks as you realize his proximity and move to take a step back. 

he wasn’t ogling you (thank god), but instead, squinting at the nametag pinned to your apron.

"ah," he says, straightening up with a triumphant grin. “there it is. y/n, huh?” the way his mouth rolls over your name slowly makes you feel a bit weird, because after all, this is the guy you’ve shit talked about in your diary finally acknowledging you existed, but before you can reflect on the feeling, you bristle again in annoyance. 

“really? you had to get that close just to read my name?”

gojo doesn’t seem fazed by your annoyance, in fact, it only seems to amuse him further. “hey, i was just trying to be thorough. gotta make sure i get it right, you know?” his grin widens, and you swear he’s enjoying this way too much.

“thorough. sure.” you turn away, trying to busy yourself with the straws again, but the heat still lingers on your face. his proximity had been… unexpected. and a little too close for comfort.

when you’re done with the straws, you steel the courage to turn your body so you’re facing him, making an indication with your hands for him to move out of your way. instead of him giving you space to leave the cramped corner, he leans against the counter now like he practically owns the place. in doing so, he effectively pins you against the corner of the coffee shop, leaving you no option but to fiddle with the straws while pointedly avoiding his gaze, but not before you see the pout on his face. “you’re not going to ask me for my name?”

“i know it. it’s gojo.” you immediately curse yourself for letting your lips loose.

fuck. he squints his eyes in what you perceive as suspicion. “how do you know my name?”

“i saw it on your credit card information.” you couldn’t exactly tell him how you’ve stalked him (as well as how inefficient you found a function in his 6th grade robotics code), so that would be a plausible enough reason. 

but gojo, of course, doesn’t let up. “so, y/n,” he starts. “you going to the party next week? you know, for halloweekend?”

ah, halloweekend. the ultimate weekend for getting excuses to dress slutilly, excessively drink, and get laid. at your college, it was an even bigger deal, with people partying for all three days of the week’s end as well as the weekend before and after halloween. you shook your head. “i don’t think so.” that phys 321 assignment was not going to finish itself, nor were parties really your scene.

“what?” he immediately crosses his arms across his chest, frowning and leaning closer to you to squint at you. “why?”

you sigh inwardly, awkward at the prospect of him bugging you further about your life. “i’m bu—”

you’re interrupted by the sound of the door opening and instinctively move to get behind the counter to take the new customer’s order; at first, you thank the heavens that you got a distraction from gojo, that you’re not alone anymore, but seeing who the customer was, the hope extinguishes like a candle face with wind.

you both see a man swagger in, the same guy you’ve noticed hanging around far too often lately. his eyes immediately lock onto you, and a slow, sleazy grin spreads across his face.

“hey, look who’s still here,” the man says, sauntering over to the counter like he owns the place. “my favorite barista.”

you tense, forcing a smile. “what can i get you?”

he doesn’t answer right away, his gaze sliding down your body in a way that makes your skin crawl. “i was thinking…” he drawls, leaning in closer than necessary, “you and i should hang out. you’re always here, and i’m always here, so it’s like fate or something, right?”

your stomach churns, and you take a small step back, maintaining your composure. “i’m good, thanks.”

but he doesn’t let up, leaning further across the counter. “come on, don’t be like that. just one drink. you deserve it after a long day.”

“i really can’t—”

“don’t be shy,” he interrupts, a grin spreading wider. “i’m a nice guy, i promise.”

before you can think of another polite rejection, gojo steps forward, his body language shifting entirely. the playful air around him evaporates, replaced by something colder, more dangerous. he positions himself squarely between you and the guy, effectively cutting off the man’s view of you.

“she said no,” gojo says, his voice firm, low. “so why don’t you fuck off?”

the sleazy guy blinks, clearly not expecting the sudden shift. his smile fades, and he glares at gojo, sizing him up like he’s considering pushing back. but one glance at gojo’s unwavering stare, and the guy decides it’s not worth it. with a muttered curse, he turns and leaves, the door swinging shut behind him.

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. the guy’s been bothering you routinely; part of you thinks that he’s still not going to leave you alone, but the rest of you visibly relaxes, the weight of this guy’s harassment lifting off your shoulders under gojo’s protection.

gojo turns back to you, the usual teasing smirk creeping back onto his face, though his eyes are still sharp. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you manage, though your voice is quieter than you’d like. “thanks for that.”

“don’t mention it.” he shrugs it off like it was nothing, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you now—something protective. “i know you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself, but i figured i’d speed things up a bit.”

you roll your eyes, trying to shake off the tension. “you’re such a hero, gojo.”

“always,” he replies with a wink. and just like that, the moment’s lightened again, the balance between you restored, though there’s a subtle shift in the air. something unspoken between the two of you—an understanding, maybe.

you don’t acknowledge it out loud, but as you go back to restocking, you find yourself glancing at him more than before. and for the first time in… well, ever, you don’t completely mind his presence.

…

fast forward a few hours, and after a bit of conversation, gojo finally leaves the fine institution that is your campus starbucks. right now, you’re alone and finishing cleaning up. you lock up, the starbucks finally closed, finishing your last task for the night. it’s quiet—too quiet, actually, with the usual streetlights casting strange shadows across the empty sidewalk. the air feels heavy, like something unseen is lingering just out of reach, watching from the dark. you shake it off, telling yourself you’re just tired and letting your nerves get to you.

as you start your walk back to your dorm, the feeling only grows. the street’s nearly empty, and with each step, the silence presses in closer. it’s fine, you tell yourself, picking up your pace. but then you hear it: the echo of footsteps, faint but unmistakable. heart pounding, you speed up, every instinct telling you to just get back. almost there. you just have to cross the alley—

“hey there,” a voice drawls, and your stomach sinks. a hand moves to grab at your shoulder, making you turn quickly. what meets your vision is the same guy from earlier, his grin widening in a way that makes your skin crawl.

you try to move out of his grip, but he grabs you harder, cutting off any escape. “aw, don’t be like that. i just wanted some company.”

your throat’s dry, but you manage, “i said no.”

he doesn’t even pretend to listen, his gaze trailing over you with that same leering interest. “no need to be so uptight. i could make this fun for you.”

your back hits the wall of the alley. trapped. he leans in, his breath warm and sour against your face, one hand reaching out as he says something sleazy that you can barely hear over the pounding in your ears—

and then a voice cuts in from above, all easy humor. “y’know, i always thought this city’s trash problem was bad, but this is something else.”

your heart leaps in your chest at the small flicker of hope, that someone has the balls to try to rescue you. but as you—and this creep—turn, you find no evidence of another party present, only his mysterious presence. 

“who’s there?” the guy snarls, his grip tightening so much that you wince. “why don’t you get lost if you know what’s good for you—”

“dude, don’t you have any rizz?” the mysterious boy retorts.the stranger has a youthful voice, someone of your age.  “the way you have to resort to sexual harassment is just sad. you guys are always sooo predictable, you’re so gonna tell me to scram or something.”

the man scowls, hand leaving your arm in an effort to search for the stranger in the dark. “why don’t you mind your own business, punk—”

and he’s interrupted, because a shiny, silver something flings out in the darkness and lands on his face, sending his arms in a frenzy to uncover what it is. the man rips the sticky, silver webbing off his face with a growl, looking around wildly, his expression shifting from confusion to anger. his eyes dart through the dark alley, searching for the source of that cocky voice, but there’s nothing—just shadows and the faint flicker of a streetlamp somewhere down the block.

“who the hell are you?” he snaps, twisting his neck as if he could scare whoever’s hiding out there into the open. “show yourself, you bastard!”

a chuckle echoes from the darkness, bouncing off the brick walls. “wow, real tough guy, huh? but you should work on those anger issues. they’re, uh…a bit unbecoming.”

the man spins around, and another burst of webbing flies out from somewhere unseen, sticking to his shoulder this time. he yanks it off with a frustrated grunt, his head whipping from side to side as he tries to locate the stranger.

“you think this is funny?” he spits, voice raised in a mix of fear and fury.

“depends. do you?” the voice is closer now, almost like the stranger is right above you, yet no one’s there. “or is this just a big overreaction? all i did was suggest you rethink your approach. go to therapy or sum’.”

the man snarls, fists clenched, starting to look downright unhinged. “get down here and say that to my face, punk!”

“as you wish.”

with a soft thump, a figure drops from above, landing directly in front of the guy in a low crouch. in the dim light, all you see at first are the blue and black accents on the otherwise white suit, his head tilting up, illuminated just enough that his white, wide eyes glow with a certain playful menace. and then, your eyes widen as you gasp to yourself. 

you’ve seen him before.

okay, pause.

you’re a busy college student, one who stays entrenched in the bubble of upcoming exams, assignments, and problem sets that you don’t check the news often. in the off chance you do turn from your usual consumption of social media during your breaks to the news, you only have time to read the big headlines.

so you did read somewhere that in your university’s city of new york city, there was a masked menan—vigilante that had beat up a few guys near a shawarma joint or prevented some shootings at a nightclub. new york city was full of incompetent cops that were on the lookout for him (a/n acabbbbbb) since this guy was a vigilante, some kind of superhero slinging around on webs. some name—spiderman.

but before you could read more into the article, your soul almost left your body when you got a canvas notification saying your midterm was graded, so that was the end of that.

alright, pause over. back to now.

“hi!” spiderman chirps, giving him a friendly wave before ducking just as the man throws a punch. the swing goes wide, and spiderman straightens up with a disappointed sigh. “see, this is why i’m the one with the web powers. you’d hurt yourself with these moves.”

without warning, the man charges again, swinging in rapid succession, but each one misses as spiderman easily sidesteps, practically dancing around him. “oof, dude, how did you make it this far in life with reflexes like that?” he ducks another blow, slipping behind the guy to give him a light tap on the shoulder as he passes.

the man stumbles, eyes flashing with frustration, and lets out a roar, reaching down to pick up a loose brick from the alley floor. he raises it above his head, face twisted in a snarl.

“oh, so we’re improvising now?” spiderman quips, and before the man can bring the brick down, a strand of webbing shoots out, sticking to the brick and yanking it from his grasp. it flies off somewhere into the alley, landing with a dull clatter.

the guy stumbles forward, off balance, and spiderman takes the opportunity to web his feet to the ground, immobilizing him in place. the man struggles, pulling his legs, but he’s stuck fast.

“ever heard of boundaries?” spiderman asks, tilting his head with mock innocence. “or, like, self-restraint? you should look into it.”

the man glares, seething, still struggling against the webs. “you think you’re some kinda hero?” he sneers.

spiderman shrugs, glancing over at you, catching your gaze in a way that makes you feel both strangely comforted and seen. “nah, hero’s a big word. i’m just your friendly neighborhood guy with slightly above-average reflexes.”

with a frustrated yell, the man finally wrenches one arm free and makes a desperate lunge, his fist connecting with spiderman’s side. spiderman lets out a small grunt but only wobbles slightly before grinning. “okay, buddy, playtime’s over.”

before the man can even react, spiderman sends out another web, this time at his wrist, effectively pinning him to the alley wall. he struggles, face twisted in anger, but spiderman just raises a gloved hand to his lips as if hushing a child. then, in the lull that follows, you remember the thick quantum mechanics textbook in your bag. without thinking, you yank it out and, in a burst of adrenaline, swing it at the man’s head. the book lands with a solid thud, and he slumps, finally, into silence.

spiderman looks at the unconscious man, then at the textbook in your hand. he lets out a low whistle. “you know, i’ve always thought textbooks were a weapon of choice, but that’s next-level dedication.” that’s when you realize just how tall he is compared to you, and you can’t help your excitement when you realize that he’s here in the flesh.

“nice hit, by the wa—”

“it’s you!” you exclaim. 

“what?” he sputters, white eyes widening almost comically. “me? oh,” then he straightens up, “yea, yea. just your friendly neighborhood spiderman. rescuing pretty girls from creeps, kinda my thing. ” he shrugs.

you continue, excitedly, “right, you’re the one on the news—” you move your hand to point at him but quickly wince, the pain of the man’s grip catching up to you. 

he doesn’t miss the movement, eyes squinting at you. “hey, we’ll have to get you home. do you trust me?”

you look at him, clutching your arm in pain, and really take a moment to check him out. he’s saved you, he’s probably six feet tall, and his ass looks fantastic in his suit. at this point, you’re looking at him with heart eyes. but you can’t exactly tell him you want him to propose, so all you utter out is a “y-yeah. my dorm’s randall.”

he doesn't waste any time. with a quick nod, he hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he aims a webline up toward the buildings. “hold on tight, randall’s just a swing away,” he murmurs, his voice light but steady. his hand settles on your hip, and you can't stop the way your stomach flips at the contact.

before you can even process what’s happening, he launches the two of you into the air, the city blurring beneath your feet as you cling to him, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit for dear life. his arm stays solid around you, his grip somehow both gentle and strong. he lands lightly on the roof of your dorm, setting you down carefully like you’re something fragile. and he steps back, dusting his hands off in the most nonchalant way possible, like he didn’t just take you on the most exhilarating ride of your life.

“this is your stop,” he says, that signature, almost cocky smile playing in his voice.

“uh… yeah. thanks. for the rescue,” you manage, your voice a little shakier than you’d like. you don’t know if “thank you” is enough—it doesn’t even come close to covering what you feel.

but he just shrugs, taking a step back. “all in a day’s work,” he says. “or night’s work, i guess.” he pauses, giving you a quick once-over. “get some sleep, yeah?”

and just like that, he gives you a small, almost playful salute and vanishes, swinging off into the night as easily as he’d appeared, leaving you standing on the rooftop with your heart still racing.

back in your dorm room, you drop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling as tonight’s events replay in your head: the alley, his voice cutting through the dark, that cocky smirk, the way he felt holding onto you as you soared over the city lights. a tiny part of you wonders if you imagined the whole thing—if maybe you’re just the victim of some wild, sleep-deprived hallucination.

but no, your arm still aches from where the creep grabbed you, and you can still feel the ghost of his hand on your waist, steady and reassuring. you bite your lip, a smile creeping onto your face despite yourself.

just before sleep finally claims you, you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. “the city’s vigilante, huh?” you murmur, as if he’s somehow still listening.

the thought is wild, a bit surreal—and strangely comforting.

…

“one caffe americano!” you call out, reading the label on the cup before handing it over with a small nod. the customer takes it with a quick thanks, and you return to the counter, barely holding back a yawn. the events of last night flicker through your mind—a web-slinging hero, an alley, the lingering ache in your arm—and you shake it off. there’s no room for distractions. life as a college student means the grind never stops, especially on a morning shift right before class.

when your coworker finally arrives, you let out a quiet sigh of relief, grab your bag, and step out into the brisk morning air. the chill helps wake you up as you make your way across campus, hoping to catch up with your friends before the lecture starts. just outside the building, you spot utahime, sitting on a bench, waiting with her usual tired smile.

“hey, finally off the clock?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, barely,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “i’m still running on fumes from last night. you guys save me a seat?”

“of course. nanami’s already inside,” she says, gesturing toward the building.

you sigh. “you won’t believe the things that happened last night.”

she gives you a look, in the traditional utahime protective-mother-hen type way. “what happened?”

you give her the rundown of what happened, the guy (who she bristles at, gives you a slap at your hand to tell you that you should’ve told her earlier, kento would’ve been able to beat his ass if she hadn’t gotten to it first) and how spiderman saved you. “i would give him what he’s missing,” you sigh, dreamily. 

utahime looks at you in a judgmental way. “and that’s all you got from this? for fucks sake, he’s a vigilante, you don’t know if he’s started to tail you or not. pooks, he could literally be dangerous. try to convince your boss to let someone else get your night shift.” as soon as you open your mouth to protest, she cuts you off immediately. “and no, i don’t give a fuck about your people pleaser tendenci—”

“we’ll revisit this conversation later.” you give her a sweet smile as you start to speed walk, door of the lecture hall of the 9am section of phys401: intro to quantum algorithms, falling in with the usual stream of students after you hear an irritated “yea, cause i’m gonna kill you otherwise.” the familiar chatter and echo of footsteps make the day feel almost normal, grounding you as you weave through the hall.

inside, you quickly spot kento’s shining, disney prince-like blonde hair, who has saved seats for the three of you near the middle of the hall, away from the ugly, smelly grad students who always crowd the front. he gives you a quick nod as you settle down beside him, flipping open your notebook. the reliable calm on his face helps ease the lingering jitters you hadn’t realized you were carrying.

“long night?” he asks, glancing at the dark circles under your eyes.

“you could say that,” you mumble, not quite ready to get into details. instead, you wave it off. “just work assignments, and getting jumped, the usual.”

nanami breaks into a series of shocked coughs, and you hurry to pat his back as he undeniably burns his tongue on the coffee he was taking a sip of. “what?”

his rather loud exclamation sets off stares from people sitting closer to you both, so you give utahime, who lets out a quiet groan as she’s settling into her seat beside you, a knowing look. “it’s a long story, i’ll tell it to you later.”

he reluctantly settles in after that, not because he has a choice but because yaga is starting to address the class by asking about the weekend and getting his usual blank stares in return until a voice you recognize as suguru geto’s is saying something to undeniably piss him off, but you don’t register quite what it is exactly because the door opens and any attention on geto is directed to the boy with white hair and blue eyes tiredly walking into class. 

he’s about ten minutes late to the lecture, which is already weird because he’s usually about 27 seconds late, not that you keep count. but also, normally gojo is the picture of confidence and cockyness, making some of the female grad students whisper things about him that you don’t think they should be for the five year gap between them and gojo. 

but today, he looks different—messy, unkempt, with shadows under his eyes and a weird angle to his torso, the way he walks, and the way his opposite hand is subconsciously hovering around his side.

your brows knit together as he heads to an empty seat rows behind you next to geto, ignoring the stares of half the room. it’s so out of character for him that you can’t help but wonder what’s going on. you shoot utahime a knowing look, and she stifles a laugh, barely managing to keep a straight face as she watches gojo slink to his seat. nanami’s usually impassive face exchanges a look with you as well before he turns his attention back to professor yaga’s opening remarks. gojo slides into the row behind you without a word, avoiding everyone’s gaze—or so you think, until you feel it.

as you attempt to listen to professor yaga, you can’t shake the sensation of eyes boring into the back of your head. you resist the urge to turn, telling yourself it’s probably nothing… except the feeling lingers, so strong that your pulse ticks up a notch.

“okay, now that we’re all here,” yaga says in a dry tone, barely able to hide his irritation as he glances pointedly in gojo’s direction, “let’s begin with today’s lecture on grover’s.”

professor yaga taps the board, and the projector switches to a set of slides titled quantum speed-up and the grover search algorithm. he launches into his explanation, voice clipped. “grover’s algorithm provides a quadratic speed-up for unstructured search problems, a notable advantage in quantum computing. but can anyone tell me why this isn’t considered an exponential improvement?”

you raise your hand, as does nanami. a subtle shift of movement in your peripheral vision draws your eye to gojo, who’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. yaga’s attention lands on nanami first, and he gives a succinct answer about how grover’s algorithm yields only a quadratic speed-up in terms of computational complexity. as he answers, you swear you catch gojo watching you, again, through the corner of your eye.

determined not to let him get under your skin, you lean over to whisper to nanami. “what’s with him today?”

nanami, still watching yaga, raises a brow. “maybe he finally realized that he can’t get by without skipping class today.”

utahime snickers quietly. “doubtful. more like he thinks it’s funny to waltz in whenever he likes and still ace every test.”

“exactly.” you sigh, drumming your pen against your notebook. gojo’s rare absences don’t even seem to faze most professors. and despite his unpredictable attendance, he’s always managed to stay miles ahead. today, though, something’s… different about him. like he’s made a life changing decision in the past 48 hours.

“moving on,” yaga says, pointing to the board where the next slide materializes. “the heart of grover’s algorithm lies in its use of an amplitude amplification technique, where we iterate a search oracle along with an inversion process. pay attention—this concept of iterative improvement will become key when we start covering variational quantum algorithms.”

as yaga delves deeper into amplitude amplification, you manage to focus, jotting down notes on the necessary steps in grover’s search. yet each time you settle into the lecture, you feel gojo’s gaze pricking at you. the first time you turn around, there’s nothing there—just him slouched, seemingly absorbed in whatever he’s staring at on the ceiling. but then, you sense it again and, on your second glance, you catch his blue eyes meeting yours, and he quickly looks away.

what’s his problem? you give him a questioning look, but he’s adamantly not looking at you, trying to look nonchalant as he’s pulling out his laptop. he might look like a student taking latexing notes of what yaga’s yapping about, but the way he’s using his mouse more than he is his keyboard tells you that he’s probably on papa’s freezeria instead.

you decide that you’re going to waste your time wondering how gojo’s brain functioned, so you instead focus back on the lecture. after all, you didn’t understand any of the lecture notes you took notes on before and what it said about the diffuser in the circuit. 

“now,” yaga’s voice sharpens, pulling you back into the room, “these iterations act as amplitude amplification steps, so pay close attention—especially those of you who have a habit of being late.” his eyes slide back to gojo, who remains oblivious, leaning back with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as the sound of his name brings him back to the lecture.

gojo doesn’t even look phased. instead, he raises a hand casually, like he’s about to ask a simple question. you can feel the anticipation ripple through the room—half the students are waiting to see if he’ll fumble, and the other half already know better.

“professor yaga,” he drawls, “don’t you think amplitude amplification is a bit of an oversimplification? the way it’s typically presented, you’d think grover’s algorithm was just… guessing with style.” he flashes an infuriatingly smug smile, drawing out the pause before continuing. “but we both know it’s more about quantum phase inversion, right? the oracle reflects about the mean state, iterating with a precision that isn’t just luck. or maybe that’s all too technical?” he leans back, feigning innocence.

the smugness in his tone makes something flare up in you, and before you can stop yourself, your hand shoots up.

“actually, gojo,” you interject, your voice louder than you intended, “calling it “guessing with style” is a very gross oversimplification. grover’s algorithm isn’t about intuition or luck. it’s about optimization. it’s not just about spotlighting a target like a rando guess, it’s more like rotating the probability in a controlled manner—with iterations—to amplify the correct solution. not just some quantum trick or guess.” you cross your arms, leaning back in your chair as you stare him down. “it’s not even that bad, compared to what we have classically.”

as soon as you spoke, it seems that the fight and mischievous look in gojo’s eyes fades, replacing it with something that shockingly looks like him being flustered as he averts your gaze, looks to the ceiling, and murmurs something like “yea, that’s basically most of quantum computing, desperately trying to prove we’re not just wasting our time” but yaga interrupts him, clearly a bit annoyed at the two know-it-alls that you and gojo were acting like. 

“now,” yaga says, shifting back to the lecture as if nothing happened (probably because he wasn’t paid enough to deal with this shit), “these iterations act as amplitude amplification steps, so pay close attention—especially those of you who have a habit of missing lectures.”

you’re just left confused as to why the conversation didn’t escalate like the typical academic rivals in movies, because you’ve definitely seen gojo bully some people who didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about instead of just blushing like some schoolgirl. regardless, you can’t help but notice the thrill that you felt, having finally argued with him, having been seen as someone worth arguing. you try to temper it as yaga continues onto the rest of the lecture.

…

“i can’t believe you’re making me go.” you tug at the hem of your white corset, paired with a matching skirt, still incredulous at how utahime managed to talk you into attending one of the infamous halloween frat parties. the night air is crisp against your exposed shoulders, and despite your complaints, you shiver more at the thought of wasting the next few hours among sweaty strangers than the actual cold.

utahime, walking beside you in a devil-red version of your outfit—complete with horns perched precariously on her head—looks far too satisfied with herself. she adjusts the horns with one hand, giving you a sidelong glance that practically drips with smugness.

“stop pouting,” she chides. “i’m not going to let you waste another night holed up in your room, buried in manhwa or quantum physics. i’m pretty sure there are cobwebs growing in your—”

“utahime,” you hiss, cutting her off with a mortified glance around.

“pussy,” she finishes, completely unbothered. “i’m going to find you a guy to hook up with. i’m not saying you have to go all the way, but flirting? kissing? maybe something more? very healthy. highly encouraged.”

your mouth falls open in protest, but before you can get a word in, she fixes you with a sharp glare, her dark eyes flashing with all the authority of a disappointed parent. “don’t even think about arguing with me. i swear, if you don’t at least try to enjoy this, i’ll make it my personal mission to find someone for you.”

“i can’t believe this,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “you’re supposed to be my friend, not my pimp.”

“oh, i’m your friend. that’s why i’m doing this. you’ll thank me when you’re sixty and not crying about how boring your college life was.”

“i’m not boring,” you counter. “i’m selective.”

“sure,” utahime drawls, clearly unconvinced. “and whatever weird sexual tension you’ve got going on with gojo doesn’t count.”

you scoff, stopping in your tracks to stare at her. “what tension? we’ve literally talked once this week. and that was the first time we had a conversation.”

she doesn’t respond, already scanning the scene ahead. the street of frat houses looms just ahead, glowing with gaudy orange lights strung up across balconies. the bass from the nearest party reverberates through the pavement underfoot. it’s already crowded, hordes of people shuffling in and out, laughing, shouting, and showcasing their half-baked halloween costumes.

you follow utahime’s gaze to the nearest house, packed with enough people to make the windows fog up. just the thought of squeezing into that humidity makes your stomach churn.

“looks crowded,” you mumble. “maybe we should—”

before you can suggest retreating, utahime grabs your wrist and practically drags you toward the house. “nope. you’re coming in. no backing out now.”

the moment you step inside, the smell hits you. sweat, stale beer, and an undercurrent of what you can only describe as frat-house musk. your nose wrinkles, and you instinctively recoil, pulling your arm free from utahime’s grasp.

“god, it smells like a gym locker in here,” you say, covering your nose.

utahime doesn’t seem fazed. she’s already scanning the room, her eyes landing on a beer pong table set up in the corner, surrounded by cheering students. “this is perfect!” she says, beaming.

“for what? contracting a fungal infection?” you mutter.

but she’s no longer listening, her focus shifting as a tall, broad-shouldered guy in a makeshift cowboy hat approaches her and then stops in front of both of you, his stare fully enthralled by utahime. “hey,” he says, a bit suavely, in the way that makes you inwardly roll your eyes because you know she’s going to eat it up. she likes it when they’re a little ugly, and this guy fits the bill. 

“hey,” and she giggles, making you have to physically fight the urge to puke, “what’s up?”

 they exchange a few words, and before you know it, she’s smiling in that way that tells you she’s found her entertainment for the night.

“go ahead,” you say dryly, waving her off. “i’ll just fend for myself.”

utahime starts to protest, but you’re already beelining for the kitchen, trying to get a drink that’s not too crazy to survive the night. it’s surprisingly less chaotic in the kitchen, though the counters are cluttered with half-empty bottles, red solo cups, and some questionable punch that looks radioactive. you scan the room, your eyes landing on a cupboard that might hold something simple—like water. a series of ding! ding! ding!’s go off in your mind as you find the pack of plastic water bottles. 

standing on your toes, you reach for the handle, but it’s just out of your grasp. you huff in frustration, shifting to get better leverage when a hand way bigger than yours suddenly appears above yours, effortlessly grabbing the item you were reaching for.

“let me get that for you.”

you turn to thank the person, the words dying on your lips when you see who it is.

gojo.

he’s standing impossibly close, his signature smirk firmly in place, but there’s something almost casual in the way he looks at you, as if this is the most normal interaction in the world. you swear you’re so close that you can see like the two open pores on his otherwise flawless skin, as his eyes inevitably drag themselves downwards to scan your outfit for the night—a shitty angel without wings and halo (you couldn’t be paid two shits to put in the effort; both of the top and skirt were utahime’s, anyways.) then, his eyes meet yours again, a bit of playfulness in them. 

“well, well,” he drawls, handing you the water bottle. “never thought i’d see you here.”

you take the bottle, trying to ignore the brush of his fingers against yours. “didn’t have much of a choice. utahime dragged me.”

his grin widens. “classic. let me guess—she’s off trying to find her soulmate at the beer pong table?”

“something like that,” you mumble, not wanting to give him the entire story. twisting the cap off the bottle,  you take a sip, hoping he’ll just leave you alone, but instead, he leans against the counter, looking entirely too comfortable.

“so,” he says, tilting his head, “i heard through the grapevine that you had a run-in with that spider-man guy this week.”

that makes you pause mid-gulp of water, instead coughing a bit as you try to swallow it down without basically drowning in kirkland signature natural spring water. you’ve only told like, three people outside of kento and iori, so you’re confused why he knows this information, but you continue on regardless. the memory of spider-man swinging in to save you flashes through your mind, and you can’t help but smile softly to yourself. “it was amazing. he’s—he’s incredible, honestly. the way he just swooped in and handled everything? so fast, so precise. he’s like a real-life superhero.”

you’re basically gushing to him, and you realize that a bit too late as you look at his face to gauge his reaction. he’s looking at you with a newfound interest, albeit a bit too conflicted to fully tease you about it when he says, “sounds like you’re smitten.”

“maybe i am,” you admit, laughing. “i mean, who wouldn’t be? he’s brave, he’s kind, and he doesn’t even stick around for the credit. it’s like he’s this selfless, untouchable figure.” you also kind of want to give him a sloppy toppy for saving you like that, but you spare gojo the details. 

“untouchable, huh?” gojo echoes, his tone turning a bit wry and…jealous? “sounds like someone’s got a crush.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s half-hearted, and you think gojo can tell with the way you’re heating up and bashfully looking at the ground. “don’t be ridiculous.”

“i’m just saying,” he continues, leaning closer, “if that’s your type, you might want to raise your standards. superheroes are overrated.”

you raise an eyebrow. “and what, you’re not?”

he grins, that infuriatingly charming grin that makes you want to simultaneously punch him and laugh. “i’m better. i’m real.” he then puts his hands on the counter behind you, caging you between them until your knees are lightly brushing, and suddenly his face is so close that small little breaths from his nose are fanning across your face. “i can prove that to you.”

and you hate your body for being so…reactive and enthusiastic to his smooth-talking, face flushing. despite that, you try to put on an air of nonchalance. “god, you’re insufferable.”

“really?” he teases. his hand leaves the marble counter to hover at your hip, his hand subconsciously tracing your curves an inch above your skin. the motion, firm but tentative as if he’s waiting for you to give him the green light, makes you shiver as you subconsciously move your hips to finally have the skin-to-skin contact. and your skin sings in happiness as he draws circles into the area right below your skirt, even momentarily dipping just below, to which you realize that he’s treading very close to your panties, since your skirt’s really short.

"yea," you basically sigh, hating yourself for how breathy your voice sounds. 

it seems to have an effect on gojo because his eyes darken as he murmurs, "wastin' your time on that spiderman guy."

maybe it's the fact that it's late (you've been getting sub four hours of sleep this past week) or the lights in this humid frat bring a heady air, but all academic-rivalry-overshadowed-woman-in-stem history between you and gojo disappears in your brain as you rake your eyes up and down his torso and then look at him through your lashes. "who should i spend my time on instead?"

he gives you a little smile as he stares down at you, eyes raking over your face, catching at your lips and then going back up again to meet yours. “i don’t know, someone who’s as smart as you,” he murmurs.

“yea?” you laugh out breathlessly. your faces are so close that in normal circumstances, you would worry about how you both looked so close together, one hand on your thigh and the other splayed on your waist. “and how would you know how smart i am?”

satoru starts, lips coming closer and closer. “because i—”

but he’s interrupted, because you both hear a “satoru” and pull apart, breathing heavily as you both turn to look at the offender standing in the entrance of the kitchen: suguru geto, gojo’s best friend, looking more tired than anything as his eyes catch on you, then going to gojo with a pointed look. it’s not hard to figure out what was going on based on how disheveled you both look, your skirt crooked and his shirt crumbled, and your cheeks heat. before you can say anything, however, suguru sighs and says to gojo, “there’s a burglary happening nearby.” then, he turns but not before giving you a nod. “make sure to stay safe.”

he promptly leaves, leaving you confused standing there. was this such an emergency worth noting that he interrupted his best friend?

you try to seek the answer in gojo’s face, but he has this conflicted, annoyed countenance and you suddenly feel kinda of insecure because he’s raking his hand through his hair, staring painfully at the ceiling then at you. at the same time you utter out a “uh–” he says “i have to go.”

“oh.” you blink. a why brews on top of your tongue, but you temper it, reminding yourself that you’re not close to gojo like that. needless to say, you feel a little embarrassed as you watch him jog out of the kitchen with a little wave to you. you want to overanalyze gojo’s last look to you, the one that looked a bit like disappointment and yearning, but you shake it off, staring at the 16.9 oz plastic water bottle in your hand that you forgot about.

taking a sip, you cringe as you become more aware of your surroundings and the state you’re left in because of gojo. that your panties are a bit more sticky—you reach under your skirt to adjust them so they don’t stick to your crotch so much—and you’re hot all over. 

then reality comes crashing back. what the hell did you and gojo just do right now?

you groan out loud, banging your head against the fridge, but as you reel back, in your peripheral you see  someone there. your head shoots to see the guy who’s now looking at you with a weird expression as he undeniably waits for whatever freaking out you were doing to gain access to the fridge. 

“sorry,” you blurt out, and gather yourself to beeline for the exit. god, you needed to find utahime.

…

the soft hum of a tv in the corner of satoru’s apartment provided the only sound, save for the faint rustle of suguru flipping through a textbook. the remnants of takeout—boxes of half-eaten pad thai and a pile of discarded chopsticks—littered the coffee table between them. satoru leaned back on the couch, legs stretched out, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he hadn’t thought to ask yet. he held a small foam ball, tossing it up and catching it over and over. his mind, however, wasn’t focused on the ball but on you.

it was starting to feel like an obsession. he’d always been able to compartmentalize things—his studies, his friends, his other responsibilities. but you? you’d broken through the usual barriers in his head, wedging yourself firmly into every free thought he had.

“do you think she likes me?” he asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

suguru glanced up from his book, his expression unreadable. “who, starbucks girl?”

satoru scoffed. “she’s not starbucks girl. she’s…” he trailed off, tapping his fingers against his knee. your name lingered on his tongue, oddly weighty in a way that felt almost unfamiliar.

suguru smirked. “oh, she’s got a name now? progress.”

“shut up.”

but he couldn’t shut his mind off, not when you kept taking up space in it. it wasn’t just that he’d noticed you now—really noticed you, for the first time. it was more than that.

satoru had always known who you were. you weren’t exactly easy to miss. in a program full of ugly guys who didn’t shower and loud personalities, you had carved out your niche by being the cold, unreachable one. the one who didn’t bother with group projects unless she had to, who barely engaged in conversations beyond what was strictly necessary. other guys in the program talked about you, of course. they always did.

“frigid,” they called you. “too serious. probably thinks she’s better than us.”

they weren’t entirely wrong. you were better than most of them, but not for the reasons they assumed. satoru had read your work—papers that brimmed with insights that most of their half-baked theories could only dream of. he could tell you put in the effort in your classes and research, while all the guys left shit-talking had to rely on their grad student mentors to be able to write a legible paper. for fucks sake, he doesn’t even thing anyone could code in qiskit or cirq like you could; he had skimmed your notes once, left them behind after a lecture, and found them meticulous and sharp before he turned them into the professor to return to you.

and yet, despite the brilliance you carried with you, you had never given him a second glance.

that day at starbucks, though.

satoru rolled his head to the side, gaze drifting toward the window. he hadn’t expected to see anyone at five in the morning, let alone you. he’d been desperate for answers then—he had spent his night staring at his hands, which had seemed to keep ejecting spider-like webs after he’d been horribly sick. he knew he shouldn’t have gone fooling around in new york’s subway tunnels at 3am with suguru and shoko, but after a seemingly-harmless spider had bit him, he had been reeling from the discovery of his newfound powers and grappling with the weight of what they meant ever since. 

and there you were, unlocking the starbucks, bleary-eyed but no less composed.

you’d handed him his coffee, not interested in him the entire time, and he remembered blurting something out—something ridiculous about fate or responsibility, his usual bravado faltering in the quiet of the moment. he had been spiraling, unsure of who he was anymore, and you’d said something.

what was it again?

“it doesn’t have to be ‘more’ all the time. sometimes just showing up is enough.”

the words had stayed with him, carved deep into the corners of his mind. you didn’t know it, but they had pulled him back from the edge that day. since then, he’d started noticing you in ways he hadn’t before.

the way you brushed your hair behind your ear when you were deep in thought. the furrow of your brow when you argued as respectfully as you could with a professor (gojo knew you were holding back, though, and the thought always made him smile to himself because if he wasn’t an idgafer he would be incensed like you at the idiotic teacher). the smile—rare, fleeting, but utterly disarming—that occasionally lit up your face when you talked to utahime or that guy you were too friendly around, nanami.

“you’re doing that thing again,” suguru said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“what thing?” satoru asked, sitting up straighter.

“brooding. you’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

“no.”

suguru arched an eyebrow. “you’re a terrible liar.”

satoru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “fine. maybe i am. but it’s complicated.”

“how is it complicated?”

“she doesn’t like me,” satoru said, shrugging. “at least, not as me. she likes spider-man.”

suguru blinked, clearly unimpressed. “you’re being stupid bro.”

“i’m not being stupid,” satoru argued. “she thinks spider-man’s this amazing, selfless hero. she doesn’t know i’m just some guy who can’t even figure out how to flirt with her without making an ass of himself.”

suguru leaned back in his chair, regarding satoru with an almost pitying look. “so let me get this straight. you’re worried that she only likes spider-man, even though spider-man is you. like it’s some kind of split personality thing?”

“well, when you put it like that—”

“it sounds dumb,” suguru finished. “because it is dumb.”

satoru glared at him, but suguru only shrugged.  but how could he not think about you? even now, the memory of your voice—calm, steady, and unexpectedly warm—echoed in his head. you had this way of looking at him, like you were peeling back layers he didn’t even know he had. and that smile... he groaned inwardly. he wasn’t supposed to be so drawn to you, wasn’t supposed to imagine what it’d feel like to have you smile at him like that all the time.

“look,” suguru continued, “if you like her, shoot your shot. you’re already overthinking this, and you haven’t even done anything yet. what’s the worst that could happen? she says no?”

“or she laughs in my face,” satoru muttered.

“which would be deserved, honestly,” suguru said, smirking. “but seriously, you’ve got nothing to lose. and everything to gain.”

satoru didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the takeout boxes on the table. he wanted to believe suguru was right, but there was a small, stubborn part of him that wasn’t so sure.

because it wasn’t just about rejection, or even whether you liked him as satoru or spider-man. it was about what came after. if he let you in and something happened to you—if his double life brought danger to your doorstep—he wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself.

but then there was suguru’s voice in his head, steady and persistent: you’ve got nothing to lose. and everything to gain.

…

amidst a week of endless projects upon projects and other miscellaneous assignments from your research group partners (since the grad students loved to pile their work on top of you, the helpless undergrad), you find yourself nursing a hot chocolate while on top of your dormitory building’s roof. 

you find sanctuary, coming on here for time to yourself whenever you find yourself stuck in a busy week. quiet, solitary, with a view of the city lights flickering like scattered fireflies. you hugged your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as you stepped onto the roof, your laptop tucked under one arm, a mug of tea precariously balanced in the other hand. the air was crisp, biting just enough to sting your cheeks.

setting your mug down on the ledge, you perched beside it, pulling up your knees and balancing the laptop precariously as you typed. the words on the screen blurred after a while, blending into the chaos in your mind. frustrated, you closed it with a snap and leaned your head back to gaze at the stars.

“rough night?”

you startled, spinning your head around so fast your tea nearly toppled. but you can’t find anyone, just the sound of soft footsteps landing somewhere not visible to you. 

“you scared the hell out of me,” you sighed, clutching your chest.

“sorry,” he said, though his tone didn’t sound all that apologetic. “didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“then maybe don’t sneak up on people like that,” you muttered, still trying to calm your racing heart.

he chuckled, and the sound was warmer than you’d expected. “noted. so, what’s got you out here at three in the morning? don’t tell me you’re pulling an all-nighter.”

you sighed, the initial shock fading into a dull thrum of shyness. “it’s not an all-nighter if the night isn’t over yet.” then, you squint at a random spot, pretending it’s him. “besides, why are you here? shouldn’t you be out stopping robberies or saving cats from trees?”

“done and done,” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the ledge. “now i’m just enjoying the view.”

you turned your gaze back to the skyline, hoping the darkness hid the faint heat creeping up your neck. “so, what’s a guy like you doing on a random rooftop at three in the morning?”

“could ask you the same thing,” he countered.

you hesitated. for some reason, admitting the truth to him felt easier than admitting it to anyone else. “just…needed a break.”

“from?”

“everything,” you said, exhaling slowly. “classes. expectations. people.” you paused, then added with a faint smile, “not you, though. you’re an exception.”

“oh?” his voice lightened, carrying a hint of playful intrigue. “should i feel honored?”

“maybe,” you said. “it’s not every day you get to meet a real hero.” then, “okay, but why do you always hide in the dark?”

his voice is smug, meant to be playful. “it adds to the mystique?”

you pout. “what if i call the police?”

“it’s not like the cops can catch me anyways, baby. their shitty coffee and donut filled asses aren’t enough to keep up with me.”

you really try not to flush when he calls you that pet name. “is success getting to you?”

“what success? most i hear is everyone debating whether or not i should be experimented on.”

“really?” you teased. “that’s not what i saw on my for you page last time. there are girls out there who want you to sign their tits after you rescued that baby.”

then, you hear the soft thud of nimble feet dropping onto the ceiling and turn your head to see him in all his glory. he has a muscular figure highlighted in his white suit, blue and black lines traveling their way across his body. casually, he stretches and then drops down to the floor, sitting cross legged from across from you as if joining you in a regular gossip sesh. he puts his elbow on his knee and rests his head on his hand. “are you one of those girls?”

you laugh sheepishly, turning away as heat creeps up your face again and your heart hammers, because you can’t exactly tell him that, yes you’re absolutely enamored with him after he saved you that day and yes, you do indeed want him to sign your tits.

“you should do that more,” he said.

“what?” you look back at him, wide eyed in confusion. 

“laugh.”

the way he said it, low and almost reverent, made your cheeks heat. you busy yourself with toying with your cardigan, scooting yourself away from the edge and closer to him. “and you should stop being such a flirt,” you said, though there was no bite in your voice.

“can’t help it,” he said, leaning closer. “it’s kind of my thing.”

“is that right?”

“mm-hmm.” he paused, then added, “you know, there’s something i’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“what?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

“take my mask off.”

the words hit you like a gut punch, dissolving the playfulness that had filled the air seconds ago. you blinked up at him, searching his face—or at least what you could see of it—for any sign that this was some elaborate joke. but there was no hint of humor, no smirk tugging at his lips. he meant it.

your fingers hovered at your sides, hesitant. “are you sure?” the question came out soft, barely audible, but it felt like it echoed in the quiet night.

“never been more sure of anything,” he murmured, voice low and steady.

you swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. slowly, almost against your better judgment, you reached up, fingertips brushing the edge of his mask. the fabric felt smooth, warm under your touch, but your nerves were anything but.

with a deep breath, you peeled it back. bit by bit, his face came into view—a shock of white hair, impossibly sharp features, and finally, those eyes. those unmistakable, infuriatingly familiar blue eyes. your breath caught, and for a moment, the world tilted sideways.

“gojo?”

the name fell from your lips before you could stop it, unsteady and disbelieving. your mind raced, trying to piece together the impossible puzzle that had just landed in front of you.

he grinned—that grin, the one that always made you want to slap it off his face and yet somehow managed to disarm you every single time. “hey.”

“hey?” your voice cracked as you took a step back. “that’s all you have to say? hey?”

“would you prefer, ‘surprise’?” he quipped, his grin widening as though this was the most normal thing in the world.

you laughed, the sound a little hysterical but real, like you couldn’t contain the storm of emotions rushing through you. “surprised? you’ve been… you’ve been spider-man this whole time?” the words felt foreign on your tongue, like they didn’t belong in the same sentence as gojo satoru—the one you’d argued with in class, the one who had no problem making you want to tear your hair out. and yet here he was, standing in front of you, the last person you ever would have suspected to be the city’s most infamous masked hero.

gojo gave you that crooked grin, the same one he wore when he thought he had won—when he thought he had it all figured out. “i know. it’s a lot to take in.”

you stared at him, trying to make sense of it, but no amount of logic could bridge the gap between the gojo you knew—the guy who drove you up the wall in class and always had a cocky comeback—and the masked hero who had saved you and the one you had a crush on.

you didn’t know whether to scream, laugh, or cry. 

you take a shaky breath in, still trying to process everything. “you... you saved me, gojo. you’ve been right there, all these times, and i had no idea it was you.”

“guess i’m just that good at keeping secrets,” he said, his tone playful, but there was something more there, something softer, that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. his eyes held a flicker of something—maybe vulnerability, maybe uncertainty.

the weight of the moment hung thick in the air between you, and for a long second, you didn’t know what to say. this revelation was like the ground beneath you had cracked wide open, and you were left staring into an abyss that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

finally, you shook your head, letting out a short breath. “this is insane.”

he didn’t seem bothered by your reaction, though his eyes darkened just slightly, the smirk still there, but with something a little more honest creeping into his expression. “yeah. but you’re handling it better than i thought. kinda thought you would faint, or something.”

the world had shifted, but somehow, with gojo now sitting in front of you like this, with the mask off and the man behind the myth revealed, it felt like the pieces were finally starting to fall into place. even if they didn’t make perfect sense yet.

and yet, something about his presence—his undeniable realness—felt oddly grounding. he wasn’t the invincible spider-man anymore. he was just gojo. the gojo who had somehow become more than just your academic rival, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit more than that.

something in gojo’s facial expression shifted to something a bit more hesitant, a little nervous as he stands and extend his arm out to you. softly, he asks, “do you trust me?”

“yes.” you took his hand, standing up as he flashes you a charming, yet mischievous grin, one so shit eating that you regret saying that. “why?”

“i’m taking you for a ride. consider it an apology for freaking you out earlier.”

you hesitated, looking between his outstretched hand and the city skyline just beyond your college campus. “i don’t think this is a good idea—”

“you trust me, don’t you?”

and somehow, against all logic, you realized that you did.

“fine,” you said, stepping closer to him to cling onto him. 

he pulls you closer, and as he does so, he cranes his neck down to meet your eyes, smiling giddy. “anywhere you wanna go?”

you think for a moment, but know immediately the place where you’d like to visit that’s open at this ungodly hour. “do you know that one shawarma joint—-”

before you can even finish, the wind whips around you as gojo slips his mask back on, pulls you closer to him, and uses his free hand—that is, the one that’s not clinging onto your firmly—to shoot a glistening web, one that you saw when he used it on the man who harassed you in the ally. it clings onto a nearby building, and then you’re off the ground, soaring through the air.

you let out a scream of terror against gojo’s chest, tightening your arms around him. you can feel a laugh rumble in his chest, a boyish chuckle as he peers down at you and shouts, “are you having fun?” 

“gojo,” you whine, burying your head into his chest further. despite your initial fear, exhilaration creeps its way into you as you the city blur, skyline jumping and dipping as gojo effortlessly swung you both around. 

when he finally stopped, landing gracefully on a secluded rooftop, you were breathless—not just from the ride but from the way he was looking at you.

“you good?” he laughed, panting from the exertion and tenderly using his hand to rake his hand through your  hair, which, you note out of embarrassment, must’ve been messed up from the wind passing through it.

“i hate that you made me dizzy, but yea, i’m good,” you mumble, pulling out your phone to open your camera, fixing your hair.

when you’re done, gojo looks at you with the manic buzz you can only have at 3am. “ready to get some shawarma?”

…

the streets were eerily quiet, the kind of silence only a city at 3am could have. just the two of you, your footsteps echoing against the pavement, the occasional glow of a streetlamp painting your path.

“okay, that shawarma was like, mid at best,” gojo walks alongside you. he’s thrown on a sweatshirt and gray sweatpants over his suit, walking alongside you on the street. your stomachs are full, and you suggested a walk to be able to digest the bigass bowl you both ate.

“nothing tastes better than something you’re eating when you’re supposed to be studying, instead,” you shot back, hiding your little smile as you cross your arms while strolling. the shift between you and gojo was so jarring that you’re still reeling at it, but what is 3am if not for big life changes?

“yea, that’s fair,” he sighs, crossing his hands behind his head as he continues strolling beside you.  “so,” he continues, “now that i’ve officially blown your mind with my secret identity and fed you some incredibly mid shawarma, what’s next? should i fly you to paris, or is that too cliché?”

you roll your eyes, but deep inside, you’re really biting back a grin. “relax, bugboy. maybe first let me recover from being swung like a human pendulum.”

gojo stopped walking, turning to face you with a playful glint in his eye. “you’re still thinking about that, huh? admit it—you loved it.”

you raised an eyebrow. “i screamed into your chest for a solid ten seconds. does that sound like love to you?”

he tilted his head, feigning deep thought. “i dunno. there’s a fine line between terror and thrill. and judging by how tightly you were holding onto me…”

“you’re insufferable,” you muttered, but your voice lacked bite.

“and yet, you’re still here.”

his words hung in the air, the playful edge softening into something quieter, more sincere. your steps faltered, and you looked up at him, the absurdity of the night fading into the background as your gaze held his.

“guess i’m curious,” you admitted.

“curious, huh?” he said, taking a step closer. “careful. curiosity killed the cat.”

without thinking, you blurted, “at least i’ve got a fifty-fifty shot, right?” the words barely left your mouth before the regret hit, your inner voice screaming at you for making a lame quantum mechanics joke at a time like this. schrödinger would be proud, you thought bitterly.

but then gojo laughed—not the teasing, obnoxious kind of laugh or the weird look you’d expect, but a genuine, boyish chuckle that reached his eyes. he smiled at you, soft and unguarded, and suddenly, the space between you seemed to shrink.

the flickering streetlamp cast a warm, uneven glow over the two of you. in that moment, the sprawling city felt impossibly small, narrowed down to just him and the pounding of your heart in your ears.

gojo reached up, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. “you know,” he murmured, his voice low, “i’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”

your breath hitched, heart thundering in your chest. “do what?”

“this.”

before you could respond, he closed the space between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was somehow both soft, yet electrifying. for a moment, time seemed to stop, the city around you fading into nothing as the warmth of his touch anchored you in the moment.

when he finally pulled back, his grin was back in full force. “so, was that better or worse than shawarma?”

you blinked at him, still trying to find your footing in the aftermath of what just happened. an immediate feeling of bashfulness crept over you because not only did you just kiss spiderman, you just kissed gojo. there are girls who would kill to be in your position, and that makes you flustered as you turn your head away from him so you don’t have to make eye contact. “i hate you,” you mumble half heartedly, cheeks burning.

gojo doesn’t let you off so easily. his thumb brushes gently along your chin, coaxing your face back toward his. his touch is warm, deliberate, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“oh my god,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. “are you embarrassed? you’re so cute.”

when the warmth of his hand leaves your chin, you open your eyes, shocked as you find out that he’s nowhere to be seen. you call out a tentative, “gojo?” 

somewhere behind you, to the left, comes out a muffled shout. “i’m here!” you whip around, your brows furrowing as you follow the direction of his voice. it’s coming from an alley just off the street, dark and bathed in shadows.

“seriously?” you mutter under your breath, your annoyance half-hearted, making your way toward the sound. you find yourself at the mouth of the alley, the dim glow of a distant lamp barely illuminating his silhouette.

gojo’s perched on the side of the wall like it’s the most natural thing in the world, one leg propped up, his mask pulled halfway up to reveal that damn smirk. “you’re slow,” he teases, his tone light and infuriatingly smug.

“what are you doing?” you ask, crossing your arms.

he gestures toward himself. “you came looking for me, didn’t you?”

you roll your eyes, stepping closer despite yourself. “what, did you think i’d just leave you lurking in some alley like a creepy insect?”

“well,” he says, shooting a web to stick on the bottom of some stairs of one of the buildings to hang upside down, “you could’ve left, but i had a feeling you wouldn’t.”

before you could retort, he shoots his web closer to something on top of you, now dangling upside down yet again but his proximity even closer, stealing the air from your lungs. his fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, lingering just long enough to make your knees feel unsteady.

“so,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “are we doing this again, or are you gonna keep pretending you hate me?”

your heart stutters, but before you can overthink it, you pull his mask down even further to uncover more of his lips, and you join them together—this time, softer, slower, as if savoring the moment. you grab at his chin to pull him closer to you, you both sighing into the kiss, and then smiling giddily each time you pull back, only to come back in.

and just like that, you start to fall into…something with not only the vigilante that’s swinging around new york, but also gojo satoru, your long-time rival.

…

when satoru swings by your dorm next, he doesn’t expect his heart to lurch so much at the view of you so cozy.

it’s undeniable; you and satoru have been dancing around each other. you’re not exactly a hook-up to each other—you two haven’t had sex—but you’re not exactly girlfriend and boyfriend. and it’s not something casual, either. he doesn’t reveal that he’s spiderman just to get into girls’ pants. 

you’ve both developed a sort of rapport, he supposes. it’s been stolen glances during phys401 and late nights spent talking or, occasionally, making out. you’ve even started to nurse his wounds, if he ever shows up with bruises and blood matting his suit. one of the perks of you having a single. 

he’s even fallen asleep overnight, especially on friday nights when he doesn’t have lecture in the morning. some of his things, like some spare equipment and suits, have even found their way into your closet. 

you’re both on a dangerous roller coaster, and satoru is closing his eyes on the fall down. 

but right now, he’s perched outside your window like a creep. you’re sitting on your bed, cross-legged and squinting at something on your laptop, and satoru smiles to himself as he sees your tank top and shorts and just how homey you look. you probably know satoru is coming, but you’re so comfortable around him that it makes his heart ache. he shouldn’t be doing this, but he can’t stop.

satoru lightly taps on your window, his knuckle brushing against the glass softly, not wanting to startle you. you glance up, catching sight of him, and there’s no hiding the smile tugging at your lips.

you get up, and satoru follows the movement of your bare legs with his eyes as you slide the window open. “you know, most people knock on doors like normal humans,” you say.

“i like to keep things interesting,” he shoots back, climbing in effortlessly. the faint chill from the night clings to him, and his hair is slightly disheveled from the wind.

he glances around your room, catching sight of your scattered notes and the distinct look of frustration etched across your face. “what’s got you looking so miserable?”

“phys401,” you reply with a resigned sigh, flopping back onto your bed. “this problem set is impossible.”

satoru smirks, peeling off his gloves and mask and plopping down beside you. “let me see.”

acquiescing, you hand over your notebook, watching as he scans your work with intent, eyebrows scrunching as he tries to understand the statement to prove. he makes a few thoughtful noises, before grabbing a pen and scribbling something down. “here,” he says after a moment, “you’re overcomplicating this step. instead of doing the tensor product you did, you could just make this zero by taking an inner product, since they’re orthogonal states. the rest will fall into place.”

you squint at his messy, rushed handwriting, and sure enough, the proof seems to come together. “how are you so good at this?” 

“physics prodigy, remember?” he teases, leaning back on his hands as he lays down on your bed.

“thanks for the help,” you say softly, your eyes lingering on him a beat too long. he’s kind of dreamy, you think. the moonlight filters across your window, giving his platinum hair a sheen as his cerulean eyes look into yours with kindness. 

his smirk fades, replaced by something softer, something unspoken. “anytime.” he then makes a show of stretching out his limbs, purposely bumping into you with one eye open smugly to observe your reaction, to which you glare at him. he spots your notebook, picks it up, and flips through it. “you know, for someone who complains so much about phys401, you’re not half bad at it,” he teases, scribbling something in the margin of your notes by grabbing a stray pen next to him.  

you roll your eyes, shifting so you’re cross-legged on the bed, facing him. “not all of us are physics prodigies, satoru. some of us actually have to work hard.”  

he chuckles, handing the notebook back to you. “hard work is overrated when you can just charm your way through everything.”  

you snort and joke, “if charm was all it took, i’d have aced the midterm.”  

there’s a beat of silence as you glance down at his notes. he’s corrected a mistake you hadn’t even noticed, and his scrawled proof flows so effortlessly it makes you a little envious. “how do you do that?” you ask, more to yourself than him.  

“do what?”  

“make it look so… easy,” you say, frowning slightly. “everything. physics, life, swinging through the city.”  

satoru leans back on his palms, his smirk softening. “trust me, it’s not as easy as it looks.”  

you glance up at him, surprised by the honesty in his tone. “what do you mean?”  

he shrugs, but there’s something vulnerable in the way his gaze flickers away from yours. “i mean, everyone sees the guy with the jokes and the perfect test scores, but no one sees the late nights or the bruises.” he gestures vaguely to his chest, where you know the bruises from his spider-man escapades hide. “guess i’m just good at pretending.”  

you sit with his words, the weight of them settling between you. “you don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” you say softly.  

his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the mask—the real one—drops. “i know,” he says, just as softly.  

the air between you feels heavier, like the world has shrunk to just the two of you. you’re hyper-aware of how close he is, the faint smell of the night clinging to him, the way his knee brushes against yours.  

“thanks,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “for letting me be here. for…” he trails off, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up.  

your breath catches. “satoru…”  

“yeah?” he says, leaning in slightly, his voice lower now.  

“i…” you trail off, not even sure what you were going to say.  

he leans closer, and it feels like everything around you stills. his hand finds its way to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “can i?” he asks, his voice barely audible.  

you nod, and then his lips are on yours.  

the kiss starts tentative, almost shy, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. it deepens, his hand sliding to your waist as you pull him closer. the tension that had been building for weeks—months, maybe—finally snaps, leaving nothing but heat and want in its wake.  

his weight presses you back into the bed, and you can feel his heart racing against yours as he pins you to the bed, now on top of you. his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin, and as his thumb traces shapes into your circle and closer to more sensitive areas, a sigh escapes you.  

that’s when he freezes.  

he pulls back, his breathing uneven, his eyes wide and filled with something like fear. “we can’t,” he says, his voice hoarse.  

your heart drops into your chest.

“why not?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.  

“because,” he says, sitting up and running a hand through his hair and he’s heaving. “because i’m spider-man, and you—” he breaks off, looking anywhere but at you. “you deserve better than this. better than me.”  

you sit up, pulling your shirt back into place and looking at him, hurt. “that’s not your call to make, satoru.”  

“i’m trying to protect you!” he says, his voice rising in agitation. he sits back onto his heels, raking a hand through his hair as he looks at the ceiling, as if in pain.

you can’t believe him. his self-righteousness irritates you to no end, especially after you’ve bared your soul, and now your body to him, something you considered intimate. you feel conflicted—whatever you had, it didn’t have a label. but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want that to be true. badly.

“and who asked you to?” you snap back. “i’m not some damsel in distress who needs saving.”  

“i know that,” he says, his tone softening. “but if something happened to you because of me…” he shakes his head. “i couldn’t live with that.”  

the anger bubbling in your chest boils over, and you snap. “so what? you’re just going to walk away? after everything?”  

he stands, his expression pained. “i’m sorry,” he says, heading for the window.  

“don’t you dare apologize,” you say, your voice trembling as you stand by the foot of your bed, hating how your eyes brim with tears. “if you leave, don’t bother coming back.”  

he pauses, his hand on the window frame, before glancing back at you. “i’m sorry,” he says again, softer this time, before slipping out into the night.  

the window clicks shut behind him, and you’re left alone in the silence, the ache in your chest threatening to swallow you whole. 

…

the whir of the espresso machine and the gentle hum of background music fill the mostly empty starbucks, the occasional customer wandering in like clockwork. it’s a quiet shift, the kind you’d usually relish—except today, the quiet only makes the knot in your chest tighten.

you’re stationed behind the counter, staring blankly at the milk steamer as it hisses, lost in your thoughts. that is, until utahime’s voice breaks through.

“alright, spill,” she says, leaning her elbows on the counter beside you.

you glance at her, eyebrows raised. “spill what?”

utahime rolls her eyes, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “oh, please. you look like someone stole your favorite pen and broke it in half. what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you lie, turning back to the steamer. “i’m fine.”

utahime’s skeptical gaze bores into you. “you’re a terrible liar. nanami, back me up.”

from his spot at a nearby table, nanami looks up from his book, his sharp eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. “it’s boy trouble,” he says flatly, like he’s solving an equation.

your head snaps toward him, a glare already forming. “excuse me?”

“it’s obvious,” he says, setting his book down and regarding you with his usual piercing gaze. “you’re distracted, you look upset—it’s boy trouble.”

utahime perks up, leaning closer. “wait, is he right? is this about a guy?”

you let out a groan, leaning your elbows on the counter. “can you two not gang up on me right now?”

“so it is a guy,” utahime says, her tone turning smug.

“i didn’t say that,” you retort, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you.

nanami raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your deflection. “you might as well just tell us. it’s not like we’re going to let it go.”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “fine. it’s… someone i liked. someone i thought liked me too. but he freaked out and said it was too…dangerous to keep going.”

utahime frowns, her curiosity replaced by concern while kento snorts. “dangerous? what does that even mean?”

“that’s what i’d like to know,” you say bitterly, the frustration bubbling up as you speak. “he acts like he cares, but the second things get serious, he bolts. like i’m some fragile thing that can’t handle it.”

nanami leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “he might not be scared of you. he could be scared of what it means for him. of responsibility and commitment. some people run when they feel too much.”

utahime nods, her hand resting gently on your arm. “whatever his problem is, it’s not fair to you. if he can’t get it together, that’s on him, not you.”

you glance between them, the weight of their words settling in your chest. “i know that,” you say quietly. “it just… sucks.”

“of course it does,” utahime says, her voice soft but firm. “but you’re not the problem here. don’t let him make you think you are.”

nanami picks up his book again but pauses before opening it. “and don’t let him live rent-free in your head. if he can’t see what he’s giving up, that’s his loss.”

their support feels grounding, like a steady hand in the middle of a storm. you manage a small smile, nodding. “thanks, guys.”

“anytime,” utahime says, flashing you a reassuring grin. nanami simply nods, returning to his book but keeping an eye on you like always. for the first time all week since gojo left your room, the heaviness in your chest feels a little lighter.

…

the knock at your window is faint, almost timid, but it jolts you out of your daze. you sit up in bed, your heart pounding as your eyes dart toward the window. it’s late—so late it’s early—and for a moment, you think you imagined it. you hate to admit it, but because of your boy troubles you haven’t been able to sleep all week. you’re also no stranger to imagining ants crawling up your body or phantom noises, so you adjust in your bed, trying to go back to sleep.

then it comes again, a little louder this time.

you throw off the blanket and pad over, the chill of the floor biting at your bare feet. when you pull the curtain aside, your breath catches.

satoru.

he’s crouched outside, his suit torn in places and soaked with blood. his head lolls slightly, like he’s barely holding himself up, and when he lifts his gaze to meet yours, it’s tired and pleading.

you don’t think—there’s no time for that. you unlatch the window and shove it open, reaching out to help him inside. “satoru, oh my god,” you breathe, your voice shaking.

“hey,” he mutters, his grin weak but still so unmistakably him. “sorry for the mess.”

“shut up,” you snap, guiding him onto your bed and setting him down with gentle hands, ones that contrast your tone with him. “what the hell happened?”

“nothing i couldn’t handle,” he says, wincing as he tries to sit up straighter and flashes you a sheepish smile. “you should see the other guy.”

“you’re bleeding everywhere, satoru. you clearly didn’t handle it.” you grab your first aid kit from under the bed and yank it open, your hands trembling.

“i’ve had worse,” he murmurs, but his bravado is thin, cracking at the edges.

“stop talking,” you say, your voice trembling and cracking. “just—just stop.”

for once, you thank the gods that he listens.

you work quickly, cutting away the shredded fabric of his suit and cleaning the worst of the wounds. it’s not pretty—his torso is littered with bruises and gashes, the kind that make your stomach turn—but you keep your focus.

when you press a disinfectant-soaked pad to a particularly deep cut, he hisses, his hand flying to grab your wrist.

“sorry,” you whisper, glancing up at him with a tender look in your eyes. his expression matches yours, and your faces are so close to each other that you can’t bear it anymore, going back to your work.

his fingers loosen but don’t let go, his grip warm and grounding. “you’re good at this,” he says softly, his voice rough.

“yeah, well,” you mutter, ducking your head to avoid his gaze. “you’ve given me plenty of practice.”

the silence stretches as you finish bandaging him up. when you’re done, you sit back, your hands still trembling as you place them in your lap. “you’re an idiot,” you say, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

he laughs, soft and hoarse. “yeah. i get that a lot from this girl i know.”

you look up at him, and the weight of everything—his injuries, his secret, the distance he tried to put between you—crashes over you. “you can’t keep doing this, satoru. you can’t keep pushing me away just to show up like this.”

his smile fades, replaced by something raw and unguarded. “i know,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “i know, but…”

“but what?” you demand, your voice cracking. “you’re spider-man? you think that’s an excuse to keep shutting me out?”

“it’s not an excuse,” he says, running a hand through his messy hair, matted with even more blood. his or someone else’s, you’re not sure. “it’s a reason. i don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“you think i’m not already hurting?” you snap, the anger bubbling to the surface yet again. “you think it doesn’t kill me to see you like this and know i can’t do anything to stop it?”

his eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like a little boy, lost and unsure. it is then that it hits you that he’s just twenty. a college student, not someone who’s wanted by the cia or someone who’s battled terrorists. for fucks sake, he can’t even legally drink. 

and your heart can’t help but melt as he says, “i just… i don’t want to lose you.”

“then stop trying to,” you say, your voice softer now. “stop pretending like you’re protecting me by keeping me at arm’s length. let me in, satoru.”

he stares at you, his breath hitching like he’s holding back a thousand words. then, in a rush, he closes the distance between you, his hands cradling your face as he presses his forehead to yours.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “i’m so sorry.”

you exhale shakily, your hands finding their way to his wrists. “just stop being an idiot, okay? stop trying to do this alone.”

he nods, his grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “i promise,” he says, and for the first time, you believe him.

…

a cramp gripping satoru’s entire leg is what wakes him up. 

he winces in memory of the injury; one of those stupid terrorists had too good of an aim, grazing his leg while he was mid-air. it hurts like a bitch now, and he moves to lay on his back, until something stops him. roses.

he looks, bleary eyed, to you. the floral scent coming from you, making him dizzy. his body cocooning yours. 

you both unconsciously moved in your sleep so that you were spooning, your fragrant hair, soft from shampooing, tickling his throat with your ass in his crotch.

nestled right against his morning wood.

good fucking lord, he groans to himself, then starts to panic because if you wake up and realize he had a raging hard-on while you were sleeping, you would definitely think he was a creep. he’s already on thin fucking ice. so naturally, he starts to recite the star spangled banner while trying to will his boner away.

oh, say can you see—

to no avail, because you huff softly in your sleep, soft and warm body unconsciously leaning back to grind your ass against his lap, turning his dick to steel.

“oh, fuck,” he curses out loud, using his hand to cover the lower half of his face and clench his eyes shut. you feel so sweet, innocently adjusting while he can’t even control his lust for you.

but once the grind seems to continue for a bit too long, more than what can be chalked up as adjusting in your sleep, he peers down at you. you’re awake. 

and because satoru’s selfish, his hands creep up your tank top, settling on your bare stomach, where he knew you were ticklish. as a result, you wiggle, and he uses this opportunity to pull you even closer to him, right up against him. 

“baby,” he says, making his voice all deep and sighs on purpose, just to be unfair to you. “is this okay?”

you whine, and he settles his face in your hair, the strands of it tickling his skin as he inhales in the scent of you. “i thought it was a dream.”

he smiles into your hair. you make him feel like sunshine incarnate, and the rush he’s getting right now is akin to the one he gets jumping off the empire state building. “no, this is very real.”

“hm,” and you continue to drag your ass into him, murmuring in a soft voice that makes him want to take you right there and then, “it still feels like a dream. like you’re not real, right now.”

oh, what he would do to make you say his name in that same voice; he wants to whisper all the things he wants to do to you right now. “i know, baby. you feel like a dream.” his hands continue to slide up and up your torso, groaning at your sharp intake as he gently fondles the softness of your breasts. 

you overwhelm his senses, teasing him, and when you let out a whine of his name, satoru snaps.

“i’m going to make you feel good right now. tell me if it’s a fucking dream,” he grits out, ignoring whatever cramps that were screaming at him to get on top of you. 

you gasp out a “satoru,” wriggling in his grasp, and he can’t take it anymore. he brings up one of his hands. shoots a web that lands right on your left hand. then your right hand.

satoru just tied you up using his webs.

you look at him in whatever version of shock you can muster in your tired state. “satoru, what the—” but you’re muffled, because he’s kissing you, hard, roving his hands up and down your body and grabbing whatever he can as if he’s devouring you while making out with you.

“do you know,” and his eyes flash dangerously while looking down at yours, “how you’ve teased me with these shorts?” his hands trails down to the waistband of the offending piece of clothing, pulling it to make it snap against your skin. you jump, looking at satoru desperately, who’s left you bare at his mercy, subject to his super human strength as he grabs your shorts with both his hands again. “every fucking time i’ve sneaked up in to your room, it’s been so hard to not fuck you senseless in these flimsy things. it’s only fair you pay the price, right baby?”

it’s not like you have anything to answer him with, having lost all brain cells being fucked out like this. he pulls them down, and if he had laser vision, he would have stared through your panties long ago, eyes fixated on the crotch that was nearly translucent with the amount of slick going through it. burying his face right in between your thighs, he noses at your cunt before groaning. then, he uses his teeth to grab onto the middle and pull. until your pussy is bare to him.

“oh, fuck you’re so pretty,” he curses, lapping at your sweetness. his tongue roves up and down your folds, and if your hands could, they would be pulling at his hair solely because you were so sensitive. but you were trapped, thighs gripped in his strong hands and your arms trapped by his ultra-strong webs. “my good girl.”

then, you feel pressure at your opening. “sato—” you squeal but are immediately interrupted by your own moan as he curls his long, thick fingers, eyes observing your every movement as you squirm, electric shocks running up and down your body as he hits your spot dead-on.

and he notices, because the motherfucker chuckles. “oh, so that’s the spot, huh?” he purrs, visibly pleased as he memorizes it and abuses it, hitting it with every stroke. you barely notice him add one finger, add two fingers as he starts to suck on your clit. overwhelmed with pleasure, you’re only brought back to reality when he rips all contact away from you.

“what—” you mumble mindlessly, until you see what he’s doing. he pulls his sweatpants down. and he’s not wearing boxers, so you drool when his cock springs out, leaking copiously and hard. without taking his eyes off you, he pumps it to its fullest length, and you’re just staring in awe at its sheer length.

“what’re you looking at, baby?” he teases, using his hand to wiggle his cock in front of your face to mock you. “want it so bad, isn’t that right?”

you glare at him half-heartedly, but whine regardless. “just put it in, gojo.”

“oh,” and he flashes you a smile that makes a big danger sign in red flash across your mind. “it’s gojo, now is it?”

 “satoru,” there are tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, the ones that make satoru even more aroused at your want, “please. i need it.”

a boyish grin and a forehead kiss that has you reeling at his duality. “anything for my woman in stem.” with that, he pushes in, both of your eyes rolling back as his cock is engulfed by your gummy walls. soon after, he starts thrusting, desperation fueling both of you as you cross your legs behind gojo’s back, the deeper angle making his thighs shake while fucking into you. 

he grabs your face, gives you a tender kiss. “fuck, i love this pussy. so sweet for me.” 

you give him a wanton moan in return as he continues to thrust deep, tender strokes into you. “satoru, ‘m not gonna last long.” with the amount of foreplay he’s done alongside how sensitive you are, you’re steadily reaching your orgasm already, and with the way satoru’s now tightly gripping the sheets beside you while thrusting inside you, he is too.

wet squelching noises echoes across the room, and you know the neighbors can hear the obscene plap! plap! plap! coming from skin meeting skin, your hips against his. he buries his face into your neck, panting at your ear until he uses his hand to wrench your face towards his.

“i love you,” he groans, forcing your eyes to meet his. “i love you forever and will do so. so you can’t break my heart,” and he’s desperately thrusting again, “and you can’t leave me. please.”

at his confession, you break, back arching as you also squeal out a iloveyou while gasping loudly, hips rolling to rise against his as he fucks you through your orgasm. quickly, his thrusts veer into overstimulation and you whine. “toru.” he takes one look at your state—face impossibly flushed, hands tied, and pussy absolutely engulfing his cock, and his orgasm hits him like a truck, making him gasp and bend and break as he goes to heaven and back with the aftershocks of your orgasm making your pussy clench around him so beautifully. his cum enters you in hot spurts, making you exhale sharply at the feeling as he comes down from his orgasm, collapsing next to you.

for a few minutes, heavy breathing fills the room, both of you catching your breaths. until satoru breaks the silence. “so, what’s it like to fuck a superhero?”

you take one look at him—all smug and propped up on his elbow—and spidey sense be damned as you try grab a pillow. key word is try because you’re then wrenched back with a reminder that you’re still bound. “satoru,” and you give him a sickly sweet smile, the one that he knows means he’s in trouble, “when are these going to dissolve?”

and satoru pretends to be deep in thought, but you can see him trying to inch off the bed slowly, as if to escape your wrath after his answer. “uhm…maybe five hours?”

if it weren’t for the damn spidey sense that he had, he wouldn’t have been able to escape the swing of your legs as you looked at him murderously. “satoru gojo you will unhand me from these webs this instant—-“

“i don’t know,” he shrugs, shit eating grin in his face. “you look kinda sexy in bed like this. mad at me.” but when your eyes flash with anger, he hiccups nervously, telltale of the fact he won’t mess with you.

“i hate you,” you groan out, pouting like a petulant child while you glare at the ceiling.

 satoru comes close to you to bend at his waist and give you a forehead kiss. “no, you don’t.” 

you give him a pointed glare, telling him not to be testy. “clean me up. now.”

at your expression, his eyes widen in fear and he salutes. “anything for you, ma’am.”

at his retreating form, you giggle and sigh to yourself. you never would’ve known that spider-man would be the one fetching a clean up rag for you after fucking the shit out of you, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

when satoru comes back, he cleans you up, tenderly, as if he is afraid that you will break. you’re a little drowsy when he returns to you, but he doesn’t dare try to wake you up when he hears little breaths from your nose indicating you’ve fallen asleep. after he finishes his job, he admires your features.

satoru lingers for a moment, his gaze softening as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest. the weight of his responsibilities presses on him, as it always does, but tonight, it feels heavier—like a tether pulling him between the life he’s chosen and the life he craves.

you, so peaceful in sleep, represent something fragile, something precious. and that terrifies him. because what if he fails? what if the cost of being spider-man is losing the one thing that feels real?

still, he knows he can’t walk away—not from this city, not from you. with a deep breath, he leans down and presses a featherlight kiss to your forehead, a silent promise lingering in his chest.

“i’ll keep you safe,” he murmurs, barely audible. “no matter what.”

instead of leaving, satoru settles down beside you, careful not to disturb your rest. the city can wait, just for a little while. for now, he wraps an arm around you, grounding himself in the warmth of your presence. as your breathing evens out against him, he lets his own eyes drift shut, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifting. today, he chooses to stay.

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the color blue: vibrant | yandere xiao x reader [part 1]

WARNINGS: dark content + yandere, reader is implied to be obsessed but it's not as bad as xiao is with reader, phone "sex," (and by that I mean xiao jerks off to your voice on a discord call), implied cyber stalking, degenerate xiao stuff. gn reader. bad writing because I hate this fic with every essence of my body

summary: you have a crush on your online friend, alatus. you want more than anything to truly bond with him, but perhaps you're closer to him than you think.

notes: a special thank you to @99-nct and @venteas, for being my two wonderful beta readers in this mess of a story. and thank you to a thirst sent by dearest aria @albedosangel, who inspired one of the parts here <3

this is my version of modern au xiao, based off my degeneracy au. all you need to know about this story is that xiao is a degenerate, in your college history class, and your roommate is venti. you can find more about him in my masterlist.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏” ♡♡♡ hentai enthusiast xiao for context!!

infatuated. you're infatuated.

you never found yourself the type to grow an obsession over someone that you know as purely just a black screen, but here you are, eagerly awaiting his next message as you sit infront of your computer setup, absentmindedly getting some assignments though you're sure that every question you're answering right now has to be wrong with the way you're so distracted. you've had online friends before, many in fact, but alatus is... different. you don't know why, but he's different. you met on discord (it's typical, you're aware, but you lost your semblence of dignity long ago), clicked instantly after finding out you liked the same games, and now he lives in your mind constantly, the low, soft and soothing voice you've heard almost everyday for the past few months driving you insane.

you know the basics about him; around your age (give or take a year), lives in your area, computer science major at a college that he refuses to specify on which one it is (little do you know it's yours. being so under the radar makes his life so easy), and spends his free time, when he's not tutoring or working, indulging in video games.

you revel in the small tidbits of information you gain about him. it's not really obsession (atleast, not like how he's obsessed with you, though you're not aware of that, atleast not entirely), but you really, really like him. and you want more than anything to meet him.

"...I still don't know if I'm going to wish on her banner or not."

---

you like talking to alatus, even when the sun is threatening to rise as morning slowly comes. your eyes burn and the glaring red of your alarm clock signaling that it's almost five in the morning, nor the absolute brightness of the gatcha game you've been idley playing for the past few hours, certainly doesn't help.

alatus often asks you to ramble for him during your daily calls, asks you about things like your day or a game you're both playing, chiming in every once and awhile as though to let you know he really is listening to you.

he's been purely quiet for the past few minutes now, and you're starting to get worried. he's so, so glad you can't see him right now, can't see the way he drags his hand up and down his cock at the sound of your voice, closing his eyes and leaning back as he tries not to pant at the pleasure of imagining it's your hand pumping his sensitive dick.

"'latus? you there?"

it's not the name he'd prefer you to call him with, especially in this moment, but he knows that he can't tell you his real one, atleast not yet, so he takes what he can get, and fuck does the way you say his 'name' so prettily get him going. he doesn't respond, instead quicking up his pace, dragging his thumb over the senstive, red tip of his cock. fuck. he's close.

besides, he's convinced you'll be moaning and screaming his real name soon enough.

you hear a small whimper from the other side of the screen, causing your eyebrows to furrow in disarray. is he hurt? did he lose at a game or something? he sounds kinda funny, did he catch a cold? it's hard to tell when the only sounds his been making for the past few minutes are a low pant.

"hey, are you okay?"

from the other end of the line 'alatus' is clasping a hand around his mouth to stop himself from letting out a crude grunt from the pleasure of hearing his name come out of your precious mouth, especially in such a concerned way, deluding the sweet sound to make himself think that you're asking such a question out of genuine love. fuck, he needs you, and fuck does he want to muffle your questions by his own weak confessions of "I love you"s. it's the driving force to push him over the edge. he's scrambling to grab tissues to wipe away the 3 thick ropes of warm cum that spurted out of him, voice thick and heavy with embarrassment as he tries to respond to your question.

"y-yeah, just spilt something, I'll um, I'll be right back." the only other sound you hear from the other side of the mic is the sound of tissues hurriedly being pulled from a box as alatus rushes to clean up whatever mess he made.

you chew on your bottom lip in thought, ultimately shrugging your shoulders at his excuse. this isn't the first time this has happened (and certainly won't be the last), but you never took alatus as such a clumsy person. you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought, spacing out at thinking of just the kind of person alatus would be like in person. even small details like these you thrive with, piecing together the puzzle that is alatus.

"hey, I have to... I have to go clean myself off

"yourself off? did it spill onto you?"

"y-yeah, you can say that.

"wait! before you go, I... I noticed that you've been staying up late recently more and more. I'm not sure if it's due to anything pereonal, and I know we're just online friends, but I really care about you. if you... if you ever need anything, I'm here, okay?"

you're too naive for your own good, 'alatus' thinks.

---

you talked to him today.

the moment was brief, quick, barely capable of classifying as a conversation, let alone a mutual one. but you took your fleeting chance and grabbed onto it, refusing with all your might to let go, and in return, you were met with the delightful gift of talking to the man who's spent the better half of a few years glaring at you with no trouble.

for the first time ever in all of the years you've 'known' him and been in his classes, xiao was late to class. you watched him stumble into class, letting out a soft mumble of an apology to professor zhongli as he curtly questions him on the unusual lack of punctuality before returning to his lecture. you note that the man looks unusually frazzled and tired. his ombre black-to-blue hair is tied up messily in a way that still manages to look cute, as though the small little ponytail was put together haphazardly in a rush. gorgeous golden eyes scan the room for an empty seat to take and widens as he makes eye contact with you and the fact that there's a warm, inviting seat right next to you.

zhongli's classroom is relatively small. it's split into two rows of several two-person desks for a total of 22 people, zhongli preferring to have a more personal, intimate class where he feels as though people can actually learn (especially with his harsher to understand teaching methods) than students would otherwise not be able to in a giant lecture hall.

xiao moves to skip over your perked up eyes, hoping dearly that someone else was also absent today so he could take their seat instead of the one next to you, but his gaze lingers just enough for you to take your chance and nudge your head nonchalantly (or atleast, as nonchalantly as you can when your nerves are flaring up so much) to the empty seat. xiaos not ready, not ready to actually sit next to you, let alone risk the chance of him either saying the wrong things in the off chance you want to start a conversation with him, or worse, you recognize who he truly is. he swallows, taking one last glance around the classroom as though to calm him self before moving to sit next to you.

"rough morning?" you hold back a cringe at your own words, silently cursing yourself out for such an awkward choice of first words words to say to xiao, of all people. he glances at you, eyes blown out and wide with an almost startled look before moving his eyes back to the unopened notebook that he sat down on the desk infront of him, cheeks dusting with pink as though he's a fine painting.

"uh," he stutters, and if you looked hard enough, you'd notice the way his hand shakes as he picked up his pen, opening his notebook to begin jotting down the copious amounts of notes on the whiteboard. "y-yeah. I overslept."

his voice is smooth, familiar, but most of all, it's his, and it's the first time in awhile that you've heard his voice be directed towards you. you struggle to bite down the heat that rises from you being flustered and embarrased, but somehow manage to handle yourself well. you nod, looking down at your hands. he does look tired, moreso than usual.

you move to copy xiao's actions of writing down some notes, but instead pause and quirk up in rememberance of something. coffee, you have coffee, a glass bottle sitting next to your bag to the left of you, one that your roommate gave you, well aware of the fact that you stood up talking to alatus the night before. it's left sitting undrunken, you simply not having wanted to drink it yet. never seen xiao come to class without a warm cup from the local cafe until today, and he looks like he surely needs it.

"do you want some coffee?" you ask, but you don't wait for him to respond, hearing his little, 'uh,' as you reach down for the glass.

for a second his heart races and speeds up at the thought that it make be a cup of coffee that you've drunken from but left unfinished, imagining himself pressing his lips against the same spot you've put your own on. he shifts in his seat, riling up at the thought, a thought he's imagined way more than is normal for a single person. his hopes and dreams are shattered, though, as he looks at the glass bottle you show to him, glancing down at the seal indicating that it had yet to be open. xiao assumes that today wasn't his lucky day.

"it's pumpkin spice, y'know, it being fall and all, I don't know if you'd like it. but you're more than welcome to have it, if you'd like."

xiao doesn't care what flavor it is. it could be complete vile filth and xiao would still drink it. he mumbles a soft but genuine thank you as he moves to take the glass bottle from you, fingertips brushing against your hand as he does so and he almost drops the poor thing from his nerves rising up at the feeling of your skin against his.

you give a little 'mhm,' as he unseals it, taking a slow and languished sip from the bottle, though he almost chokes on the pumpkiny liquid as he hears you repeat the same precious words you said to him just this morning while on call with him, the same ones dripping with so much care that he couldn't help but imagine pinning you down and rutting into you as you look up at him and speak to him with that same genuine love and care.

"oh and, xiao? I know we don't talk much, but... if you ever need anything, I'm here, okay?"

all he can do is quietly nod as you return back to your work, not talking for the rest of the lecture. too many thoughts run through his head (and unbeknownst to him, yours)  but the main one is a silent prayer in hopes you don't notice his newfound boner.

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you want to see him, so, so bad, and fuck are you riding off a manic high.

alatus fills your everyday mind. it's hard not to when he's one of your closests friends despite not having any clue who he really is underneath the guise of a one-word username. can anyone blame you? it's so, so easy to fall for him. he's the only person who really gets you, the only person you can talk to freely without feeling judged or like they have some sort of ulterior motive. his presence is like a breath of fresh air after years of living in smog, and you take as many deep inhales as you possibly can. you want to bask in his warmth, so sure of yourself that he's a blazing sun in your dark world, unaware of how he'll make everything darker.

you want to see him, you do. and so you aak him if you can while on call, the experience of talking to xiao earlier today making you feel extra uncharacteristically bold.

"hey, bubs?" you hear him hum from the other side of the mic.

"do you think that, since, y'know, we live near by eachother and all... do you think one day we can maybe meet up?"

he's silent, frowning to himself.

"I-I mean, if you don't want to, it's fine! I understand if you wouldn't want to and all. we can also wait a while longer to meet up if you want to! it's just that..." you inhale. "I really, really want to see you. like, a lot." you just pray you don't sound as desperate as you think you sound.

you hear him hum. "and what if we already met?"

the questions bold, spoken in a clear cut way that you've never heard before. "met before...?"

"like you said, we live close, don't we? what if we've already met?"

it's your time to hum. "would you have told me if you did?"

"...maybe. maybe not."

"so you're saying we've already met before... interesting." maybe it's kazuha, you think. he has a soothing voice, but he doesn't sound like alatus. you scrap that idea immediately, truly stumped as to who it is.

"I never said that. I just said we could've and you wouldn't have known."

"... okay, so we've definitely met before, got it. and you've known this entire time that we've met as well, also got it. interesting." he doesn't say anything, but he's smiling softly to himself, fidgeting with his hands, the expression pitiful, a smile not filled with joy but out of hidden guilt. you think again for a bit, before asking him another question.

"can I atleast get a hint as to who you are, then?"

you hear him laugh, a solemn, shy thing, a rare thing you don't get to hear often. it sounds melancholic as he thinks of just what tadbit of information he can give to you about himself before coming up with the perfect answer.

"I like the color blue."

you quirk your eyebrow up. what kind of hint... ? it doesn't do you any justice, even as you take a few seconds to ponder over his words. you've never met anyone obsessed with blue in a way that it stands out (hell, if anything, everyone around you likes blue. your roommate and his bestfriend's hair are blue, for gods sake). venti likes blue, kaeya likes blue, hell, even xiao, the man who've you've miraculously shared classes with throughout the entirety of your course of college and been glared at by (and the person you have a shameless crush on), likes blue. and you know for a fact its not any of them. kazuha likes blue (you think he told you that once, said he likes the blue of the skies more than anything else in the world), maybe it really is kazuha.

you wish silently that he gave atleast a hint of his appearance, or atleast something to actually go off of. "a lot of people like the color blue. give me another hint."

"figure out which one of the people I am, then. you're not getting another," he says, letting out a soft sigh. "it shouldn't be too hard... either way, I have to head out." you hear him yawn and stretch, voice heavy with sleep before he mumbles a curt little, 'it's almost 5am.'

shit, it is, you think, looking at the clock on the bottom of your computer screen. you have a morning class tomorrow, so it's best if you leave. you prepare to say your goodbyes before you're reminded of something.

"wait!" you say, hoping to stall him from leaving.

"yeah?"

"so, can we meet or not?"

he takes a moment to respond before sighing. you can't see him, but he's frowning, lips downwards and eyes closed as he let's something out; a confession. "I'm scared you won't like who I am."

it takes you back a bit. why would you not like him? you shake it off, though. "of course I'll like who you are. I pinkie promise. you can't see it, but I'm holding out my pinkie for you to hook onto." you giggle, curling up the digit infront of you monitor, wiggling it around for him to see.

oh, he can see it, alright. you can't see it, but he's pretending he's linking pinkies with you.

"I... okay. do you know that cafe around teyvat university? the small one?" you hum. your old work place, of course you know it. "they do a... they do a thing where if you dress up during october, even subtly, you get ten percent off your order. let's go there."

"and dress up?" you ask, thinking about costumes you could wear without having to go too out of your way. you hear him hum in response.

you giggle. "okay, deal. when?"

"saturday at 12."

you nod at his words, grinning goofly to yourself, repeating them softly to yourself once as thought it was a small chant to make sure it'll come true. saturday, just before halloween. next saturday. when you posed the question, for some reason, you'd never even imagined the thought of meeting eachother so soon to today. you were expecting it to be a thing where you two planned a date for months in the future from now, not just in a few days, but you certainly don't mind. and perhaps it was dangerous to do such a thing, to meet up without knowing anything about him, to do just about anything you do with alatus but that's a thing you'll mull over later.

finally finished. I haven't been this mentally exhausted trying to finish a fic since the albedo fic. if this flops I'll like, idk, cry or something but whatever. here's to part one <3

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[bbyaster]

Xiao: nighttime 7 eleven/ gas station cashier lol

nonnie, I hope you know how much of a grip this singular ask has had on me this entire day. I physically could not get this singular thought out of my head.

I don't understand why I can imagine it so perfectly. like, I'm just thinking of reader going to the local gas station/ 7 eleven for snacks, grabbing all the munchies they need plus a few cans off coffee or energy drinks that they'll be needing to pull an all nighter, only to regret everything they picked out to buy when they get to the counter and see probably the most attractive (and disinterested) cashier they've ever met. queue reader trying to make small talk and hide the embarrassment of having someone so attractive see them in their gnarly pajamas and you have yourself a perfect cliche.

I want to write something about this so bad. I'm gonna cry. I can genuinely go on qnd on about this but for the sake of not being a degenerate on main I won't.

[bbyaster]

Kaeya and Zhongli together in bed would be quite the experience, especially if their objective is to breed you. Your legs would be forcefully spread, clit and nipples overstimulated by small vibrating geo fragments created by the Geo Archon, while Kaeya sadisticaly enjoyed pulling and pinching your abused body parts with a bit of cryo on his hands, eyes dark with lust as you cried in pleasure.

The truth is, they were competing to see which one would actually knock you up. You were absolutely dripping with a mixture of their cum, completely limp and om the verge of passing out, but it wasn't enough for them. Every time they got tired, they would sit back and drink some wine and tea as you struggled against Zhongli's vibrator, which was enough to make them get hard again.

IM NEVER GOING TO FINANCIALLY RECOVER FROM THIS ANON PLS

I’M LITERALLY ON MY KNEES POUNDING MY FIST TO THE FLOOR IABAISNOSNS

[bbyaster]

GENSHIN MEN HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME

contains : afab!reader x genshin men [thoma, childe, kaeya, diluc & itto, seperate hcs], mentions of pregnancy, mating press, breeding, sex without a condom (please wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, oral, handjobs, mentions of edging, pussy drunk men / cock drunk reader!

as hot as this is, please please please practise safe sex fjdhfj omg. i'm an absolute whore for these men and i haven't met half of them yet, very funny of me 🤪 i lost my mind over itto hitting it raw the other day so this happened– ANYWAYS. likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

THOMA

thoma, the angel boy. where do i even start? little ray of sunshine would be so hesitant, neither of you were ready for kids so what if he got you pregnant? so so so worried :( probably thinks about it a lot and after a couple of weeks asks if you'd still be down for it 🥺 takes his time before doing the deed though! he could honestly spend hours between your legs just licking and flicking, letting your slick drip out before cleaning you up. moans every time he gets a taste of you. lets his pretty fingers help stretch you out too and has you cumming at least twice before he even thinks about getting his dick out, he's all about your pleasure. but here's the catch, he seems so composed about it, it can't be that different, can it? but the second his tip presses past your entrance, he's in a trance. his mouth literally hangs open as he inches further and further and as soon as he's bottomed out, he's letting out the most broken whimper you've ever heard from him. thoma's face is so red, he's biting down on his bottom lip so hard it's changing colour. "f-feels 's'good..." he mutters, cock twitching inside you every time your walls clench around him as he waits for you to get accustomed to his size, but he knows he will barely last two minutes because you feel that good <3

CHILDE

this little bitch. SUCH a tease. SUCH A TEASE. will not let it go ever since you asked him to fuck you without a condom. "yeah? you're just that desperate, hm?" stupid little smug bitch. he remains so calm with the idea. makes sure to keep your legs spread while he finger fucks you open though, his cock is a little too big for your pussy and even though he loves seeing you whimper for him to slow down, he does have a soft spot for you and doesn't want to hurt you (not too much anyway). his thumb remains on your clit as his fingers prod around in you, keeps curling them up in different places until they brush over that one spot, making you shiver in his hold, back arching as you try chase his fingers. "seems like i found something, is that right baby?" stupid man! why ask when you know the answer already! ugh, anyways. doesn't let you cum though :( wants to tease! gets on his stomach, eye level with your pussy as he spreads it apart to get a good view of your clenching hole. spits on it and spreads it around to make it messy and teases you for it :( "you're so dirty, you need a bit of a clean don't you?" proceeds to eat you out, and edge you (again). you know his weak spot though <3 he has such sensitive balls. pull him up, make puppy dog eyes at him. say "please, wanna feel your cock, wanna feel you breed me." as you cup his balls. he'll shiver, almost mewl as his eyes flutter closed, he's shivering because they're soooo sensitive! doesn't waste any time after that though, holds your legs apart and lets his cock rub against your clit a couple times before finally sliding in. "fuck, baby..." is really all he can muster out while he slides in raw, it feels better than he would have ever imagined but doesn't let it show because he wants to keep the "cool" image 🙄 he'd still go pussydrunk though, the more he fucks you, the dumber he gets, and so do you because he just keeps making you cum over and over on his cock <3

KAEYA

kaeya oh my god... he's honestly been waiting for this. listen– LISTEN. kaeya has fat breeder balls, okay. they're literally begging to be emptied every single time you fuck, always swollen and heavy, and though he really doesn't mind cumming into the condom, his biggest kink would be breeding. it's a way to mark you as his, even though you are his already, it's different if he fills you up because it means no one else can do the same. only him. only he can hold you down and fuck a baby into you 🥺 he's possessive like that. god, honestly, kaeya's going to be so gentle at first even though his cock is throbbing to be inside you. leaves kisses and hickies all over your body, smiles as your body shakes while he fingers you. guides your hand to his cock because he's impatient and needs your touch while he fingers you open and makes you as wet as he possibly can. whispers "that's it baby, cum for me, jus' like that." into your ear as you reach your high for the nth time that night. he's edged himself too, refusing to let you jerk him off too much, he wants to cum inside you after all. kaeya is a sucker for you, and while he's got your legs spread, he can't help but tap his cockhead against your clit, spreading his pre over the nub and making you tremble underneath him. "so pretty, you know? my pretty baby." the grip on your waist is borderline painful as he fills you up, like thoma, his mouth stays open but he can't make any noises. he's too overwhelmed by the feel of your raw cunt. it's already swollen and sore since he's made you cum so many times and you keep clenching around him 🥺 "better than i could have imagined... so good. you're so good to me baby." while he waits for you to tell him to move, thumb rubbing your tears away. and with a gentle peck to your forehead, he starts moving, shallow thrusts at first, letting the both of you get used to the feeling. but a couple minutes later, he's already came inside you, hips stilling as he empties his cum deep into you. "a-again... need to feel you cum 'round me. need to fucking breed ya–" and he keeps fucking you while putting you in a mating press. his cock hurts, he's not usually on the receiving side of overstimulation but he'd much rather keep fucking you than concentrate on the pain, wanting to feel you tremble and cum on his cock raw for the first time. besides, his balls are heavy, filled with his seed and it all needs to be emptied somewhere, right? and that somewhere is gonna be your pussy <3

DILUC

diluc...fjdhgldgj he's !!! he's so sensitive. he's so fucking touch starved. it's no shocker he gets pussy drunk, and it happens so quick and so easily too. literally goes dumb at the mere thought of being able to touch your pretty little cunt. i just know the gears in his brain would be turning and he'd stare at you like O.O when you grab his hand and ask him if he'd be willing to fuck you without the layer of protection this time. his cock would honestly just twitch against your stomach as he tries to wrap his brain around what you just asked him, copious amount of pre gathering at the slit and pooling on your stomach. "don't you wanna cum inside me? fill me up? please, diluc? want your cock so bad." he wouldn't even be able to say anything, brain too far gone already as he moves closer and groans, tossing the condom to the side and spitting on his cock to lube it up. "d-don't say stuff like that..." he mutters. he's shyyy, all red in the face and tries to avoid eye contact with you. "going to– um... put it in now... okay?" and waits for you to give him permission before he slides the tip in and immediately, his thighs are shaking. "oh- fu–" poor baby can't even finish his sentence while he pushes in futher and futher 🥺 and as he bottoms out, he hides his face in your neck. "'s too good..." is all you can make out while he babbles on and on, a little too dumb and a little too sensitive at the feeling. wouldn't last long at all! but it's okay, you can just beg him to fuck you again and he'd get hard in no time, getting addicted to the feel of your cunt without a barrier <3

ITTO

itto hitting it raw for the first time? he almost, almost, loses his remaining 1/2 braincell. himbo energy is real strong <3 he's sooo big, packing such a veiny and sensitive cock, he can barely hold himself back when he's got protection on, but hitting it raw? he swears he's been blessed by the gods themselves. makes sure you're extra wet and needy for him. teasing you endlessly, edging you over and over again until you beg for him. "please... itto, please. need you, need your cock, please, just fuck me." and honestly, why would he say no to you now? you're so pretty under him, all small, supporting a flushed face while you look up at him with tears in your eyes. his fat tip barely pushes into your entrance easily despite how wet you are, cock practically bullying its way into your cunt, and itto can't say quiet, noises of satisfaction coming out strained. he grits his teeth, you feel so tight around him– tighter than usual without the condom. his arms almost give out as he tries holding himself above you :( poor boy, he goes so so so much dumber. dumber than usual to be honest since he's a himbo after all <3 probably gives up trying to lay above you and just forcefully pushes your legs up, handling you into a mating press as his cock finally bottoms out. "fuu-uck..." he breathes out into your ear, and it's so deep too. just as you're going dumb from his cock, he's going dumb from your pussy. "need'ta move. okay?" but he doesn't even wait for a reply, only able to pull out an inch or two because your cunt is sucking him in so much, thrusting back in with so much force it knocks the air out of your lungs. he groans and groans and groans, so so sooo fucking loud. prays that you let him fuck you without a condom from now on because he could honestly replay the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as he forces his cock into you every second of the day <3

[bbyaster]

have they ever met? no but the potential is there

[bbyaster]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ᘛ DRABBLE — FLUORESCENT LIGHTS

featuring kaeya x reader ( college au )

warnings afab!reader ( no set pronouns ), fingering, public sex, kaeya sending mixed signals because he’s never processed a single emotion ever ( he works it out though ), is consent kink a thing because if it is then that, kaeya is a tease but also i am pushing the sweetheart kaeya agenda, praise and pet names ( pretty, sweet thing, what have you )

w.c 4.5k

a.n inspired by the fact my own washing machine broke and i had to go to the laundry mat, where i spent way too many quarters on two loads because i don’t know how to read

you close the door of the machine and it clicks as it locks into place. water fills the washer and sudsy clothes spin round and round; a timer of 25 minutes displays on the digital screen.

“what a pain,” you mutter.

the washer at your flat had broken, and management had yet to fix it. it usually took them a month to do much of anything, so you knew you’d just have to get used to this for the time being as no amount of grumbling would fix the machine at home nor make the sheets and clothes wash themselves.

still, though, it is a pain. a minor inconvenience doesn’t feel so minor when you have homework backlogged and due dates piling up.

you take a seat at one of the counters, checking the time on your phone screen it reads 9:32 PM. you’re not typically one to be out this late, but you’ve found yourself a real catch 22. it being only monday, your classes during the day don’t leave you much time in the daylight, and the laundry desperately needed washing and couldn’t wait to friday. tonight the laundry mat is vacant, aside from you of course, and if you’re being honest the hum of machines and clothes tumbling within them is rather calming.

it’s a perfect contrast to the lecture notes and workload you’ve brought along with you. the work needs to get done and you’ll be waiting for awhile, so may as well spend the time being productive.

out of the washer by 9:55 and out of the dryer by 10:40, and back home before you know it. perhaps the work will make the time pass by quicker.

and indeed it does. 25 minutes pass in a flash and you hear the jingle of the spin cycle finishing, as well as a click signifying the washer door unlocking.

you stand and trudge your way over to the two washers you had occupied, emptying their contents into one of the rolling laundry carts and reloading them into dryers. once again the door clicks shut, and now you’re left with 45 minutes to get as much work done as possible.

except, you’re incredibly exhausted and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open as you looked over your notes. perhaps you could put your head down for just a moment. . .

“y/n?” a voice beckons you from sleep. “ah, so it is you.”

you raise your head from the counter and once your eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights, you’re greeted by deep blue hair and a charming smile. shit. it was one of your flatmate’s friends, but what was his name? you sit there blinking with a clueless look on your face for a moment before he speaks again.

“kaeya,” he chuckles, ah yes that was it.

“sorry,” you laugh it off, “bad enough with names and faces as it is, let alone just waking— shit, what time is it?”

you’re scrambling to illuminate your laptop screen, but his answer is quicker, “ about 10:15. what are you doing sleeping out this late, did rosaria kick you out onto the streets? tsk, that woman.”

“no, no,” you giggle. “our washer is broken, and i was working but. . . suppose i was a bit more exhausted than i thought.”

“ah, i see, i see,” he hums.

in your groggy stupor you hadn’t realized just how close he was until now. he’s standing, elbows resting on the counter, which you have one of yours propped on whilst you support your head with your hand. your knee just barely misses brushing up against his leg. there’s a sudden warmth in your cheeks and leap in your chest. goodness, does he need to be that close?

for the second time tonight, it almost seems as if he reads your mind. he pulls up one of the counter stools and sits a little further away than where he previously stood.

you glance over at the washing machines, noticing one spinning round and round once more. wait. . .

“when did you get here,” you ask, turning your eyes back towards him.

“hmm,” he muses, eyes flickering upwards a moment before back to you, “not too sure, not too long ago. why?”

and there’s the shit eating grin on his face. you didn’t know much about kaeya truthfully, he’d been over to the flat a handful of times to either watch something in the lounge with rosaria, or pick her up before they both headed out. in both of these scenarios, you two shared nothing more than polite greetings in passing, but you’d heard somethings. both from rosaria and other classmates and friends.

rosaria didn’t have anything bad to say, but she didn’t have anything good either.

“he’s. . . a smooth talker, but me being me, i see right through that veil. i will say, he’s quite interesting to have around, but aside from that?” she shrugged, like he was nothing spectacular.

and a sweet talker he was. you could always count on the faint buzzing and murmurs of his name in various conversations on campus. he is a sweetheart, professors and students alike do adore him. now, you began to understand, and you find yourself rolling your eyes. great, another pain.

“whatever,” you mutter and rotate your body to face your laptop and notes, deciding to get back to work instead of entertaining his antics.

“wow, y/n, so cold,” he feigns dejection and clutches a hand to his chest.

you hum in response, and, much to your surprise, he leaves you be. he takes out his phone and the two of you sit in silence until it’s time for you to collect your things and leave. you offer a polite wave and a simple goodnight before heading home for the night, and that’s that.

but, of course, just as you predicted, management as still not fixed the machine a week and a half later.

this time when you enter the laundry mat, there’s a machine already in use, and you glance around to see— oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding. now you’re wishing you hadn’t let rosaria talk you into leaving your work at home, insisting a break was in order.

“good evening,” kaeya lilts, smirk painted on his face. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d been expecting this.

with a huff and half-hearted, mumbled hello, you make quick work of loading up the washers and, this time, taking a seat on one of the folding tables and lean back on your hands, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. archons be with me, you think to yourself.

“5 minutes ago,” kaeya’s voice is suddenly right beside you, and your body jolts.

“what?” you question breathlessly, heart beating out of your chest from the fright.

“last time you asked me when i got here,” he hoists himself up onto the folding table beside you, his knee brushing yours, “the answer was 5 minutes before i woke you.”

“and before you ask, i didn’t wait to wake you, that’s just how long it took me to load everything into the washer. though, i did wonder if i should just let you sleep, it seems you had quite the heavy workload.”

you groan just thinking about all the work waiting for you at home, and his laughter fills the air. he’s sitting so close that you catch the faint scent of his cologne beyond the typical smell of detergent in the laundry mat. subconsciously your eyes graze over to him. the fluorescent lights and close proximity allow you to see things the typically dim lighting in the dead of night usually wouldn’t. he has a streak of hair in his fringe lighter than the rest, an icy blue you’re not sure is natural or not. perhaps it’s a trick of the lighting, or his hair getting in the way, but his right eye also seems rather lighter than the other.

“my, my, hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not polite to stare?” he teases.

“i-i wasn’t staring,” yeah, nice save. “okay, i was. i just. . . haven’t ever seen you before?”

“you’ve seen me a few times actually.”

“you know what i mean,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and fixing them on one of the still dryers in front of you.

“so,” he starts, you think you see him lean closer to you out of the corner of your eye, “like what you see?”

“you’re unbelievable,” as you turn to face him, your suspicions are confirmed as his face is mere inches from yours.

“oh? is that so? that fond of me already?”

“in your dreams,” you say, just barely audible.

in truth, and you hate to admit it, kaeya is rather alluring in his own right; there’s something about him that makes your heart beat a bit faster and, at this very moment, something that has you flickering your eyes down to his lips.

the jingle of the washer finishing its spin cycle cuts through the moment, and kaeya hops onto his feet, making you question what the hell just happened. you feel heat flush to your cheeks and a tinge of embarrassment wash over you. kaeya loads up one of the dryers, and you utter a hushed thanks to the archons for that as it gives you time to compose yourself.

but that time and composure is fleeting.

once the door clicks shut and he presses start on the machine, kaeya walks back over to you. instead of hoisting himself back up on the counter, however, he stands between your legs and places his hands on the counter on either side of you.

“now, where were we?” he leans in again, stopping and ghosting his lips over yours. your eyes had already fluttered shut, but when you don’t feel anything you open them and are faced with his periwinkle eyes.

“are you going to kiss me or not, asshole?”

“would you like for me to?” his tone is saccharine.

for archons’ sake.

deciding you’re fed up and your patience growing thinner by the second, you take his face between your hands and crash your lips on his. you can feel him smirk, but you’re beyond caring at this point, because the feeling of his lips on yours is intoxicating. he moves his hands to your hips, and pulls you closer towards him to the edge of the table. your arms are wrapped around his neck as one of your hands tangle in his hair at the base of his neck. he tastes faintly sweet, and you can’t get enough of it. so much so that when he pulls away so you can both catch your breath, you let out a whimper.

“well,” he chuckles, “aren’t you a cute little thing?”

you pull him back in for another kiss, this one much shorter as he pulls away again. just as you’re about to complain, you hear the jingle of your own washers.

you shove his chest lightly and he steps away from you, allowing you to hop off of the tabletop and retrieve your laundry. it takes every ounce of restraint you possess to not frantically load your things into the dryer, but you manage.

once that’s said and done, you stride back over to the table which kaeya is now leaning against and he slips his phone back into his pocket when he sees you approaching.

“so, no homework today?” he asks nonchalantly.

“i— uh, no?” you stammer, not expecting the casual question. “rosaria told me to leave it at home, said a break would be good for me or something.”

he nods, but says nothing. you almost forgot, your heart may have been leaping out of your chest, but things like that must be common practice for him. now you’re fiddling awkwardly with your hands in silence, staring down at the linoleum ground.

after a few minutes of silence aside from a shuffling sound which you assumed was kaeya pulling out his phone again, you turn on your heels and go to sit at the counter you had last time. oh how terribly you just wanted to go home and go to sleep. your homework could wait until tomorrow (no, it couldn’t, but it would have to) because the amount of embarrassment you currently feel is suffocating. you sit there staring blankly at the countertop as countless thoughts rush through your mind. you don’t even regret kissing him, you just wish he wasn’t acting so goddamn callous about it.

you remain like that for awhile before finally pulling out your phone to text rosaria. before you even open your messages, there’s a tapping on the counter beside you. kaeya stands there with a laundry basket of freshly dried clothes on his hip.

“goodnight, y/n,” he lilts once more, just as he did when you walked in.

and then, he walks out. once you believe he’s definitely ought to be out of earshot, you let out the most frustrated mix between a yell and a groan. he’s a smooth talker, a flirt, a tease; you know all this, and yet above all else. . .

he is such a pain.

you abandon the plan to text rosaria and vent, opting to sit and listen to the hum of the two dryers for the remainder of the time before collecting your things and heading home, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and forget this night ever happened.

a week and a half later, and the washer still isn’t fixed. good news, it’ll be fixed by next week, but that means another trip to the laundry mat.

perhaps it’s the archons watching over you, but a moment too late, as kaeya appears to be leaving just as you arrive. you’d rather not see him at all, but this would do. you don’t even waste time with polite greetings at this point; a bitter taste in your mouth still lingering from last time. you make your way to the washers and mindlessly go through the motions.

when you had told rosaria about the happenstances, she keeled over in laughter.

“oh, haha, sure laugh it up,” you whined. “he’s such an asshole, but i’m also such an idiot for falling for it.”

she took a moment to catch her breath before replying rather winded, “oh, you’re an idiot alright. . .”

with a glance over your shoulder you confirm kaeya is, in fact, gone. with the press of the start button you are free to do as you please for the next 25 minutes. aside from everything else, leaving your work behind last time was rather nice, so you opted for it again. you never spend terribly long here anyway, it hardly makes a difference.

you meander about the space, examining the quarter gacha machines containing stickers and cheap plastic jewelry. you figure why not, inserting a quarter into the latter and turn the handle, and out pops a plastic container with a silver plastic ring with an artificial gemstone which is light blue in hue. you slip it on your finger, and hoist yourself on one of the tables closest to the washers with your belongings. as you’re staring at the plastic ring, you experience a sense of deja vu.

“hm, cute,” a voice sounds from right beside you.

“archons!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. kaeya’s laughter fills your ears, and you grow antsy which makes you annoyed.

“didn’t you leave?” you snap.

“i was going to but,” he drags out the last word, “i thought i’d keep you company.”

“oh, how chivalrous of you, sir kaeya,” you say sarcastically, “and how should i repay this utmost honour of being in your company?”

he inches closer to you, and you try and shimmy away, but that’s a bit difficult whilst sitting on a table versus him on his own two feet.

“now, now, no need to be so cross with me,” he says with the same flirty cadence as always. “i apologize for leaving you unsatisfied last time, there was quite the urgent matter with my roommate, but. . .”

he positions himself between your legs before continuing, “i could most definitely make up for my poor manners.”

goddammit with that silver tongue of his, but you’re not falling for it again, “kaeya, i’m stressed, i’m tired, i don’t need another pain in my ass.”

it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. you’ve been working yourself to the bone for weeks now, the final stretch before the semester’s end and winter break, finals just around the corner; you’d pulled multiple all-nighters and, despite rosaria’s not-so-gentle suggestions to give it a rest, you’d been worn down.

kaeya’s hands are on your hips, tracing light circles over the fabric of your clothing as he leans in close to your ear, “i know, love. so why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?”

“what are you on about?” you try to sound firm, but the shake in your voice ultimately betrays you. once again your heart is in your throat.

he presses a kiss to your neck, then your jaw, then your cheek before his eyes connect with yours, “let me make you feel good, yeah?”

fuck. the look in his eyes seems so tender and genuine, and you feel yourself melt beneath his touch.

“please,” you whisper.

“please what?” a cheeky bastard and a tease ‘til the very end.

you try to look away but he takes your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“please make me feel good,” you say meekly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

a smile is plastered on his face as he places his lips on yours, and you desperately attempt to pull him impossibly close, no amount of touch could be enough. more, more, more.

you gasp as your crotch brushes against his, and you repeat the motion grinding your hips again and again causing him to moan against your mouth.

“fuck, if you keep doing that i’m not going to be able to hold myself back,” he chuckles as he pulls away from you slightly. “do you want to do this here?”

the two of you are at the far end of the laundry mat, your back to the doors and window walls. no one else ever seemed to come into the laundry mat this late, and it was only every once and awhile a car would drive by outside. you should be in the clear. . .

“hey,” he holds your face in his hands. “we can wait and—”

“touch me, please,” you mewl.

the usual sly smirk kaeya has on his face wavers for a moment at your words, his eyes going wide. if you were to blink you’d have missed it altogether, because all remnants of him being taken aback quickly vanish without a trace.

“alright then, your wish is my command.”

he attaches his lips to your neck once more, placing gentle kisses as his hands travel up your thighs, and up further still beneath the fabric of your hoodie. his fingertips are cold as ice, a stark contrast to the warmth of his breath as he begins to leave love bites down your neck to your collarbone. gasps and tiny whimpers escape you, and you try to grind up against his crotch again because it’s still not enough, you need more.

“hm? what is it?” he pulls back, periwinkle eyes meeting yours and feigning innocence.

“stop being a tease,” you glare at him.

“you asked me to touch you, right? perhaps you need to be a bit more specific,” he leans in just beside your ear. “tell me exactly what you want me to do, hm?”

for the nth time. . . he is such a pain. something possesses you, perhaps it’s the frustration caused by his antics and your dwindling patience, or maybe it’s the growing desperation, or maybe even still it’s a bit of both; but no matter what it is, something possess you to grab one of his hands and place it against your clothed cunt. a shaky breath falls from your lips at the contact and you grind against his hand.

“here,” you plea, “want you to touch me here.”

there you go again, catching him off guard, but he’s not complaining. you take your hand off his, grinding against his hand and you feel a wetness beginning to pool in your panties. as hot as it is to watch you use his hand to get yourself off, kaeya thinks he’s teased you enough—for now at least, so he takes his hand and slips it beneath your waistband of your pants and underwear.

you moan and your back arches, pressing your chest against his, as his cold fingers rub slow circles on your clit. strings of moans and whispered pants of his name leave your lips, yet still. . .

“more, kaeya. please more, wan’ your fingers— ah! inside me, please.”

“well aren’t you needy,” he tsks. “look at you, begging me to finger you in a place where anyone could walk in at any moment. what would you do, hm? if someone walked in, would you continue to fuck my hand as they watched?”

though he reprimands you, he heeds your wish and gathers the slick from between your folds before sliding a single finger in, pumping it a few times before inserting another.

“so wet already, and i’ve barely even touched you,” he laughs. “don’t tell me the thought of being caught turns you on?”

you shake your head defiantly, but you both know he’s right and he feels your walls clamp around his fingers as he mentions it. he curls his fingers and quickens the pace at which he pumps them in and out of your soaking cunt, the squelching sounds and the sounds which leave your lips being utterly filthy. you feel yourself teeter closer and closer to the edge, and your nails dig into his back as he finds your g-spot. you’re moaning into his ear and it’s taking every ounce of restraint for him to not bend you over the table and ram his cock into you until you’re a fucked out mess.

“tell me, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” he nips at the lobe of your ear with his teeth. “after kissing me, did you bury your fingers inside your cunt like this and imagine it was me fucking you? i know i did. i fucked my fist and wished it was you clamping down around me, thought you’d look so pretty coming on my cock.”

you cling to him tighter, moans becoming higher pitched as you approach your high, and you try to muffle the sounds by burying your face in the crook of his neck. the truth is, you did. you fucked yourself with hushed pleas of his name falling from your lips, but it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now.

“ah! kaeya, m’close! m’gonna—” just as you’re about to come undone, kaeya abruptly stops, earning a desperate whine from you.

“what’s wrong, pretty?” he coos. you roll your hips against his hand, but it’s no use. “is there something you want!”

you huff and lean your forehead against his shoulder, not saying a word.

“alright, well if that’s the case. . .” he slowly begins retracting his fingers from your hole, but you immediately grip his forearm.

“wanna come! please, please let me come!” your face is burning hot and you pray he doesn’t ask you to look at him. and your prayers are answered as he begins pumping his fingers once more in addition to placing his thumb against your clit.

your orgasm approaches quickly again, and you keep a tight grip on his forearm as his name tumbles from your lips like a mantra.

“go on, love, be good and come for me.”

with one final thrust, you come undone, your body tensing up and walls fluttering as you cream on his fingers. he continues to pump and massage your clit through your high until you whimper from being so sensitive and push his hand away. your chest heaves as you catch your breath, and you completely collapse against him.

kaeya removes his hand from your underwear whilst the other traces small circles on the small of your back. you find the signature smirk on his face when you lean back, still bracing yourself with your hands to his chest, as he licks his fingers clean of your essence. immediately your eyes dart away and he laughs at your cute reaction.

“i think i’ll have to use my tongue next time so i can taste more of you,” he muses and pulls you in for a kiss, and you faintly taste yourself on his lips.

“next time?” you murmur as you pull away. you honestly thought this was going to be a one time thing, and you—albeit begrudgingly—accepted that.

“mhm,” he nuzzles against your neck as he pulls your body closer to his. “you know, i’ve been interested you in quite some time now.”

rosaria’s words echo in your head, “oh, you’re an idiot alright. an oblivious one at that.”

you’re frozen in place, and at your silence kaeya pulls back to look into your eyes. periwinkle eyes shimmer with tenderness and genuine fondness.

“too forward?” the usual lilt in his voice remains, but there’s a tinge of vulnerability with it.

“archons,” you exclaim under your breath before pulling him into yet another kiss.

when your guys’ lips finally part, kaeya shrugs off the jacket he was wearing and drapes it over your lap before planting a chaste kiss to your temple.

“i’ll put your things in the dryer, and then i’ll walk you home when everything’s done, okay?”

you nod, your flat is only across the street and you could honestly make it just fine on your own, but you don’t fancy the thought of kaeya leaving your side just yet. the two of you spend the remainder of the time sitting on the laundry folding table, you leaning against his shoulder as he fiddles with your fingers in a comforting silence. every one and awhile there are little whispers of answers to questions asked, or jokes told that result in spits of laughter. he ended up confessing that, after the first time you two met here, rosaria would tell him whenever you planned to visit the laundry mat telling him to make a move already as she was getting fed up with his constant pining. she was honestly close to just telling you herself and letting you two sort it from there.

as you walk through the door of your flat, kaeya following close behind, rosaria looks up from her phone which she had been scrolling through on the couch.

“oh, thank archons, finally!” she groans, earning a grimace from kaeya but a fit of joyful laughter from you.

kaeya is a bit of a pain, but you think it’s definitely something you can get used to.

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[bbyaster]

Omfg okay so. Lately I've been extremely in a dom kind of mood/mindset and I just can't ‼️ stop ‼️ thinking ⁉️

(I decided to add a content warning thingy because I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable <3)

content warning!! random characters that I just thought of in the moment, face sitting (Shenhe), overstimulation (Shenhe, Xiao), cockwarming (Xiao), edging (Zhongli)

Shenhe

arf arf arf bark bark I'm so gay

DUDE I just want to reward her for being such a good girl with letting her sit on my face it's not fair :(

I wanna hold her down by her thighs and make her cum on my tongue over and over and over again until she's such a cute little mess for me

God I just want to kiss, lick and most importantly suck on her clit and overstimulate her into tomorrow

For good measure, I'd also like to give her cute tits some squeezes and pinch her nipples till she whimpers 😋

Xiao

No cause. Xiao is a switch, change my mind, you can't.

And when he's submissive? UGH

I want to cockwarm him for hours so he can't help himself but just try to thrust or move his hips in any way

What a bad disobedient little whore :(

I'd love to get off of him and him whining in protest just to shut up when I grip his dick harshly and jerk him off until he's crying, trying to pull away with tears from overstimulation running down his cheeks

IMAGINE HIM QUIETLY HICCUPING AND WHINING

Zhongli

You thought he was from my sub genshin characters brain rot? hell no 😍

I literally just want to edge him for hours to see him crack. That's it.

No cause. That man has patience. He's been alive for so many years, what do you expect?

BUT NOW IMAGINE

Having him tied up, him thrusting into your hand that you allowed him to use as you lazily hold it above him, moving away every once in a while just to see him grunt, trying to hold back tears

GRRRH SUB ZHONGLI BRAINROT BIG RN

"C'mon, baby, you can be patient for me. Wasn't there this tea you've wanted to talk to me about?"

And every time he stutters, you hand moves away one centimeter from his painfully aching dick until he can't even reach it and you scoff at how pathetic he's trashing and turning in the ropes, trying to get them off so he can just finally fuck you nice and good but no he has to be patient because otherwise he'll be there for just a feeew hours more than originally planned 🙏

-🍃

🍃 anon have i ever told you how much i fucking love you ?!

holy shit my hands are shaking as im typing this. oh my god????? fuck. this is amazing

shenhe would look so pretty shaking under me !!!

and xiao :(( my beloved :((( fuck he's such a cutie :(( wanna make him cry and sob :(( then kiss away his tears :(( my baby

AND ZHONGLII !!! omg the powertrip i would get from domming an archon fuckkk.. just imagine :(( forcing him to recite those stories that he just loves so much while he's hiccuping and sobbing and desperate for your touch !!! forcing him to give up his pride and beg for you to properly plesse him !!

thank you for feeding us 😩😩😩

[bbyaster]

• Smut prompts: A NSFW Event about Genshin Impact •

Those are the results from my last event. Thank you all for the love and asks! Reblogs are very much appreciated.

Part I: Diluc, Thoma, Zhongli

Part II: Dainsleif, Gorou, Kaeya

Part III: Childe, Albedo

Part IV: Kazuha, Scaramouche

Part V: Venti, Xiao

[bbyaster]

genshin art dump haha i’m still alive ahahaha

[bbyaster]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 — zhongli.

💌: “professor!zhongli getting angry that you chose his best student:albedo instead of him to tutor you??”

a/n: all u zhongli fuckers come get ur juice. albedo stans are welcome with open arms, too.

tags: afab reader, love triangle: albedo!reader!zhongli, prof!zhongli (obviously), use of ‘sir’, spanking, unprotected sex, pet names ‘love, darling, dear’, sub/dom, possessive zhongli, semi-public sex / voyeurism, zhongli’s kinda lowkey mean, dacryphilia, size kinks, degradation: ‘whore’, thigh riding

c.w: student/professor relationship

w.c: 3.5k

There seems to be some sort of nondescript tension whenever you’re around professor Zhongli. Usually you’d simply shrug the ordeal off, claiming it’s just a jittery university experience. Touches that, although feathery and lightweight, had an underlying message towards them. Zhongli’s strong hand would lean the back of your chair if you ever heeded his aid. He’d lean in beside you, glancing at your laptop screen as his brunette locks fell to ornate the slim space between you two. His shoulders would hover against yours, fuelling that kindling desire in your very being. He’d make the effort to give you small shoulder pats or ‘accidentally’ ghost his fingertips against your spine— revering in the way you would lean into his touch, constantly battling the urge for more and more.

It isn’t particularly unheard of to hear about students dating professors, more or less them hooking up with one. And yet? Zhongli finds it extremely commendable. The way you try to act as though the thought hasn’t crossed your mind, like your thighs don’t ache and squeeze whenever he gives you as much as a simple, small smile from across the lecture hall. He holds you in high regard because it’s so fascinating to him the way your mind works, and why you won’t just give into your animalistic desires.

If Zhongli were to really think about it, though, he’s uncertain as to why he hasn’t told you about how pretty you’d look bent over his desk.

And, of course, your academic prowess. Right. That’s another reason he holds you in high regard.

Though you might not be his best student, it’s convenient to note that your ‘high dedication’ translates over into your works.

So therefore, cold sweat will never fail to be your personal reminder towards an untimely doom every time you think about disappointing professor Zhongli. He may do his absolute best in maintaining his monotone, stony exterior whenever he passes you back a paper that wasn’t up to par. But you can always, always hear it in his voice. The gentle, sugar coated reassurance and yet there’s that twinge of venom in his tone. It’s because Zhongli knows what you’re capable of. And why wouldn’t he? You are one of his students, and he knows exactly what your writing styles like. It’s not like you to get such a.. mediocre grade.

“Professor Zhongli I—“ You clear your throat after mustering your courage to speak about this affair with him in the first place. He glances up from his stack of papers that cake his desk in a disarray, pools of warm honey orbs watching you intently.

“Are you alright?” He inquires, noting the lack of confidence in your posture and overall demeanour.

You swallow the lump in your throat, mentally psyching yourself until ultimately you decide to back down.

“Nothing. I—Um. Thanks for teaching us today. I’ll see you tomorrow, sir?” You sputter, tearing your gaze away from him almost immediately.

Zhongli can only sit there, astounded. He blinks once, twice. Then thrice. He still does not get it.

Thanks for teaching us today? Well, it’s not like he’s forced to be here. This is his job, after all.

“Are you having difficulties understanding the current assignment?” Zhongli quips, and a prolonged groan draws out of you. You’ve successfully managed to draw out his investigative zone, something that he particularly excels at as a teacher.

“No, sir. I understand the current assignment very well, thank you.” You squeak, causing Zhongli to perk a brow at your idiosyncrasies. He clears his throat, ignoring the pathetic way your breath just deflated like helium hissing out of a balloon.

“Would you like me to tutor you?” He inquires, briefly glancing up at you as his wrist continues to scrawl against paper. You’re almost certain that he can hear your heart pound when he instigates the proposal. His amber gaze flickers to your lips, even if very briefly, before meeting your gaze again.

You would love absolutely nothing more than for Zhongli to bend you over his desk, but you don’t think you could withstand being privately tutored by him. He tends to.. drone on. A lot.

“Huh. Well. A—“ You begin thoughtlessly, mindless garbage spilling out of you before you can even think twice.

“A?” Zhongli reiterates, drawing out the syllable in hopes of getting you to speak up.

“Albedo! Yeah. Albedo’s tutoring me today.” You gasp, playing off your demeanour suavely by acting as though you just recollected your plans to meet up with him. It’s crafty and intelligent, Zhongli thinks. Might have worked on the average human, but it'll never work on him. Besides, he was nothing short of the CEO of menaces during his younger years.

“Albedo’s tutoring you?” Zhongli repeats, slowly. This is the first time he’s actively set his pen down against his desk, slightly turning in his chair to fully face you and by Lord does he look intimidating.

“Yes? Is uh, something the matter?”

Zhongli’s expression remains impartial for the most part, but you can see it in his eyes. Like he’s about to make a remark, except he doesn’t.

“Not at all. A fine decision, may I add. He does consistently excel in his work, unlike others.” Zhongli states blankly, an underlying leer evident in his tone. You know he just took a stab at your inconsistent grades, and you can’t do much but gawk at him with astonishment.

“I wish you the best of luck in your studies. Hopefully I’ll be able to see the fruits of Albedo’s labour in your next essay.”

You take this as your cue to leave, mentally cursing yourself and profanities threaten to spill out from between your lips.

You may have just exceptionally outdone yourself today, butchering any and all chances of finally getting to sleep with Zhongli.

It’s obvious that this fact comes to torment you mentally from the way Albedo can discern your sour attitude from half a mile away when you approach him at the library. It’s the only place he’d ever be, since it’s too cold outside for Albedo to prop his canvas up on the quad.

“You look..terrible.” Albedo muses, a small grin perking his lips. You roll your eyes, huffing and puffing at him like a benevolent child before dragging out a seat to sit beside him. Albedo makes quick work of his surroundings, bunching up his thick textbooks and stacks of organised paper to accommodate you beside him.

“You and Professor Zhongli are both god awful at managing your workspaces. Looks like a crime scene, minus the blood.”

“It’s an organised mess. To you, it may look ‘godawful’.” Albedo borrows your phrasing, knitting his brows in slight distaste at your demeanour.

“Though to me? I can find what I need. I know that for a fact”— Albedo slurs in thought, slender hand reaching out as he combs through the stacks of white sheets.

—“‘Source Analysis: Economic Downfalls of Teyvat is right here. Page six, to be precise.” Albedo pulls out the singular sheet of paper, casting the page at an angle so that you can see the bold ‘6’ that adorns the bottom right corner. His features are at an impasse, but the small smirk that threatens to don him as well as the slight falter in his tone leads you to think otherwise.

Usually, you’d offer him a witty remark or something of the sorts. Albedo’s very perceptive.

Especially when it comes to you.

So when you murmur a meek ‘whatever’ whilst slouching back in your seat, you instantly become the crux of his concerns.

“I figured as much by your expression that you wouldn’t want to talk about whatever happened just now. So…” Albedo begins, albeit meekly.

“So?” You glare up at him, snapping back an answer that was a little bit too harsh. If Albedo were to take it personally, he hid any telltales with extreme ease.

“So.. Ahem. I can hold you, if you want. Physical touch is reassuring, or so I’ve been told. I might not be able to solve your problems, though I guess I could aid in helping you forget.”

Albedo doesn’t tend to open up to people very often, much less offer them help in such a comforting way. He can be.. awkward, at the best of times. You can feel the tingle of guilt pang in your gut because for a split second, it crosses your mind.

You wish that Zhongli were the one giving you support. You wish it were his hard, sturdy thighs that would cage you in and protect you all the same.

You ground your thoughts immediately before Albedo can discern your hesitation, deciding to climb on top of him and settle yourself onto his lap instead of dragging the male elsewhere just to cuddle with him. Albedo, in the process, lifts his hands in the air— somehow protecting your privacy but invading it simultaneously when his hands wrap to settle on your waist.

“Is this okay?” Albedo inquires, glancing up to watch for your features. You nod quietly, opting to wrap your limbs around him; resting your jaw onto his left shoulder.

Albedo’s surprisingly.. warm. You can feel the warmth radiate off of him, as though he may be competing with Teyvat’s largest star and source of energy. When you inhale deeply, there’s a discernible scent that makes Albedo.. well. Albedo. It’s the faint hints of chalk, assumedly from the amount of hours and dedication he’s put into the art department.

You feel Albedo gently tap his dominant hand on your waist, signalling that he’s going to move it. He’s not sure where to put it and he hesitates for a hot second, internal panic slowly freezing his veins. One thing that he does know, though? Is that you probably shouldn’t be so close to him, limbs wrapped around his mid and with the way you press your tits against his torso.

It’s ironic, with the way Albedo’s labelled a genius but he can’t discern if you’re doing this on purpose or not. He instead lets his hand fall to his lap, forgetting that you’re sitting on him completely.

Before Albedo can snatch his palm away from your thigh, you halt him there.

“Don’t worry. You said physical touch is reassuring, right? So by all means.” You hum, voice dulled by the structure of Albedo’s shoulder.

Albedo murmurs something else, but you don't hear it. Zhongli continues to plague your thoughts.

You wonder how his agile hands work, if they can bend and dip excellently. You’ve caught yourself staring at how Zhongli’s pretty and long fingertips curl around the pen he’s always nursing, wondering one too many times if he could prod and curl them into the spongy crevice inside your pussy that you always struggle to reach. You wonder if his moans are low, almost animalistic with a growl, or if they’re more pitchy— whiny, desperate even. You wonder how his cock feels, the sheer size and—

“What are you doing?” Albedo panics, eyelids blown and his pupils dilate. His voice comes out as a murmur, if even. The question sounds like it was reserved for himself.

It takes you a few moments to realise your predicament, for you to notice that you’d started subconsciously rutting your clothed clit against Albedo’s thigh. His face is flushed, lips slightly agape and he can only gift you an expression of perplexion.

“Sitting.” You lie straight through your teeth and Albedo can only scoff.

“Seriously? That’s the first thing you can say in response?”

You wouldn’t have the courage to confess that you were fantasising about Zhongli, either way.

Albedo’s slender digits slowly stalk the way up your thigh. He grabs the soft muscle there, kneading into it to memorise your composition by touch.

Zhongli is an addicting daydream, a man who often occupies your thoughts, but Albedo may really just be the answer to some of your problems. Like a gush of cold wind on a scorching hot day.

“Why’d you stop?” Albedo inquires, genuinely intrigued. If the library wasn’t stuffy enough, you can physically feel the temperature kick up a few notches when his torso fully clicks against yours. His heartbeat, uncharacteristically jackhammering, gives way to how he’s really feeling despite the monotonous exterior. That, and the twitch of his cock underneath you respectively.

There’s something so intoxicating about Albedo that persists you to chase him.

You don’t give Albedo the answer he was anticipating. Instead, you silence the blond with a hot, wet kiss to the side of his neck. A small whimper oozes out of Albedo’s throat as he rolls his hips, grinding his clothed dick against your clit. Another gasp and a stutter rip from him when your teeth come into contact with his soft skin.

“We should—uh. I mean. Find somewhere a little more private.” Albedo gasps, breath hitching in his throat as he bites down another moan.

As though to challenge that idea, there’s an audible knock from a nearby bookshelf that sends cold fear coursing through both your veins.

“Did I interrupt something, perhaps?” Zhongli inquires, eyebrows cocked and you can feel the amusal oozing off of him.

You part your lips to say something, except nothing comes out.

You do not know where to begin.

“A moment of your time. Whenever you’re finished, of course.” Zhongli glances at you head-on, innuendo thickly lacing the air and Albedo can feel his secondhand embarrassment kicking into overdrive.

“Let’s start by addressing the elephant in the room, shall we? On the basis that you’re not going to waste my time, of course.” Zhongli hums pleasantly, closing the door to his office behind him.

The door doesn’t lock.

“I’m sorry— Professor Zhongli, I—“

“—Not now, darling. You may save your baseless apologies for later when I’m through with you.”

“So? Please. Do explain to me. What on Earth were you doing back there?” Zhongli presses you, crossing his arms over as he leans himself back against his desk. You swallow thickly, jaw locking and you refuse to meet his gaze.

Zhongli sighs out of pure vexation. His slender digits clasp your chin, tilting your head upwards. You roll your eyes forward, matching his pools of honey.

“Speak up. I’m waiting.”

“Isn’t that obvious?” You murmur dejectedly, tip of your ears blazing hot.

“Was that your idea of tutoring? Nevermind the fact that you were foolish enough to deny my help.”

“If I didn’t know any better, it’s almost as though you wanted to get caught. The university library? My. You really are something.” Zhongli muses, warm exhale panning the expanse of your features. You could feel the room gasp if you tried to, inanimate objects withdrawing their breath and you could run a knife through the atmosphere.

Your case isn’t justified when your gaze subconsciously flickers to Zhongli’s soft lips, to which his brows cock in amusement in return.

Zhongli abruptly pulls away from you with a mean scoff, hand recoiling as though he’d just touched a sizzling hot pan. The brunette stalks around to his chair, strides long and dauntingly elegant.

He pats his lap with his left hand, signaling for you to come over.

It is downright pitiful how fast you clamber over to Zhongli, so much so that the notion earns a small chuckle from the male.

“Eager, aren’t you? Though I’m not sure what you’re doing— trying to settle yourself onto my lap like that.” Zhongli murmurs, manhandling you with ease until you’re laid over his thighs, ass slightly perking in the air. You attempt to scramble to free yourself from the demeaning situation, except the brunette only pins you into place with a strong hold to your smaller back.

“Zhongli! I— What are you—“ You squeal, rubbing your thighs together nonetheless. Zhongli hushes you with a small coo.

“Isn’t that obvious? I believe it’s crystal clear that students who misbehave should.. bear the consequences of their actions.” He borrows your earlier phrasing, twisting the sentence to once again embarrass you for the poor attempt of an excuse you tried to gift the man.

Zhongli’s padded fingertips draw over the surface of your warm, soft thighs. He loops his digits into the band of your thigh high socks, knuckles drawing into your warm skin. The touch makes you shiver, even more so when he pulls back the fabric before allowing it to snap against your skin. You yelp with a small jolt at the unexpected pain, stifling a moan.

“By the looks of it, however—“

Zhongli’s warm palm connects with the plush curve of your ass. The echo of a resounding smack! vibrates off the walls, leaving your eyebrows knitting as tears threaten to paint your vision.

“—You wanted exactly this, did you not?”

“N-no! I swear— I-smack!— Ow!” ‘Liar’. You can feel the implication waving off of Zhongli, feel the way a small smile creeps onto his lips. You’re horrific at lying, he thinks. The bittersweet concoction of pain and pleasure rolls through your body from head to toe, the earlier remnants of where Zhongli previously smacked your ass continue to leave you breathless.

“Zhongli!” You mewl, clawing at his arm rest with fervour.

“I believe that—smack!— it should be ‘Sir’ to you, should it not?” Zhongli hums, a dark and somewhat sinister chuckle resounds from deep within Zhongli’s chest.

You attempt to whine out a meek apology in response, pitchy tone instead interrupted when Zhongli’s palm connects with the soft plush of your ass again. Your teeth grit, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your thighs twitch in anticipation. There’s no way he can’t not feel how you’re writhing under his touch, right?

A fat tear globs out of your duct, streaming down the side of your face. At the sight, Zhongli knits his brows and a small groan escapes from him. You can feel his cock pulse underneath you.

“Crying already, my dear? We’re just getting started.” He murmurs with false reassurance, slender digits smooth over your sore and burning hot ass as though to comfort the skin there; like Zhongli’s nursing your skin back to proper condition.

Your mind is far too hazy to register or even begin to partially remember at what moment in time Zhongli flipped you onto your stomach, making you lay flat against his ice cold Cuihua desk.

The thing that comes first nature to you are your begs, the way you keen and absolutely plead for Zhongli to just fuck you. You want to feel an ounce of decency, try to cover yourself up or even try to resist, but it’s futile.

Zhongli humours himself for a few moments, watching the way you arch and attempt to grind your ass against his clothed cock, the cute mewls that escape from you when a string of half-assed pleas roll from your plush lips effortlessly.

You’re so broken for Zhongli, ruined and delirious and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

The brunette’s digits ghost underneath your flimsy little skirt, hiking up the fabric but never taking it off.

You hear his belt unbuckle, cool metal clashing against metal and the way the leather peels. You can feel the way your throat constricts, heart running hundreds or even thousands a minute because you need him. Need Zhongli’s fat cock inside you.

Zhongli only kneels down behind you, spreading your ass apart with his thumbs before diving in to lick a long, wet stripe with his hot tongue.

“Wasn’t aware that you’d be such a whore.” Zhongli murmurs between your thighs, obscure squelches ring throughout the air with how he’s fucking slurping and teasing your clit as though he’s starved. Like you’re his last meal.

“Wh— Ah!— Why?” You sob, gritting your teeth and mounds of frustration bubble up from within you. Your veins light ablaze, blood singeing hot as a wave of utter desperation clashes over you.

“I’m sure I made myself quite clear when I stated that you deserve to bear the consequences of your actions.”

“And besides—“ Zhongli detaches himself from your puffy lips with a loud smack, drool and your slick ornating his chin. He straightens himself, grabbing you by the locks of your hair to bring you backwards until your spine just about clicks against his torso.

“—This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t a fucking fool, denying my help of all people.” He snaps, tone dripping with venom in your ear.

“Albedo can’t help you.”

From the other side of the door, Albedo can most definitely attest to his heart rate skipping multiple beats. There’s no doubt about it.

His free hand flies to his mouth as he attempts to calm his erratic breathing, dominant palm curled around his angry, leaking cock.

A broken moan stutters out of you, jaw falling slack and you keen when Zhongli finally, finally decides to ease the tip of his cock into your cunt. You can’t stop yourself from crying out Zhongli’s name in pitchy symphonies, sobbing and gripping the edges of his desk at how his thick cock stretches you out to the hilt.

Zhongli’s well aware that Albedo’s memorising every little noise you make, how he’s gonna stroke himself to the thought of this day for probably the rest of his life.

And so, Zhongli abruptly pulls out of you.

He pins your back up against the door, holding you up like you weigh nothing as you sink back down onto his cock with a loud slam.

Might as well put on a show, right?

CHIL2DE 2021.

reblog or i WILL punch you.

[bbyaster]

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒... 🍨

order for: diluc, scaramouche, zhongli (separate)

flavor: smut

warnings: (not in order) you quite literally drool over them 💀 (me too fr !), dumbification, degrading, BED BREAKING LMAOO, pet play, overstimulation, cervix kissing, cock warming, impact play, master kink, and pet names (sweetheart, kitty, dog, whore, slut, puppy)

[repost cause i posted it privately before and it messed up the reach, anyways someone tell @dilucsweetheart to stop spreading his spit kink agenda i actually need to stop myself before this gets out of hand]

diluc:

“mm-master! ahhh please!”

both of your arms wrapping tightly around his as you sat on his lap, one arm holding you by the waist and the other busy thrusting into you at a nascar level speed.

“come on kitty i know you can take more.”

you let out a high pitched moan that was practically a scream when felt him add another finger as deep into you as he could go, no longer able to handle it you started begging and pleading for him to stop.

“master please!! n-nnng no more-no more please please master ahhhaa!!”

you heard him let out a short laugh before he spoke to you again.

“no? have i fucked you so dumb that you don’t even know what you want? look at you kitty you’re drooling all over me, the maids are gonna wonder why my shirt is so wet”

unable to respond you just kept holding onto him and shaking at the feeling he was giving you, you didn’t even notice the saliva pooling from your mouth and all over him but you just couldn’t help yourself.

your eyes widened at the sudden feeling of digits down your throat, your hands flew up from his arm that was between your legs to the one now at your face where his fingers invaded your mouth. his strong grip help you down with the arm that was pleasing you and your moans were muffled and silenced by the 2 fingers pressing against your tongue.

his fingers were so deep in your all your holes that you were leaking from both of them, your slick coated his fingers where he thrusted into you and your saliva was all over the fingers hitting the back of your throat.

“look at my stupid kitty, all wet and messy leaking all over just my fingers. you’ll get what you want soon enough, just be patient.”

scaramouche:

“quit fucking squirming goddamn”

a harsh sting comes across your face as he slaps you swiftly, a whimper coming out of your mouth at the contact.

“sorry master”

“did i say you could speak dog?”

you quickly shook your head and he tugged at your leash to pull you away from his shoulder which you had leaned on after he slapped you like a bitch, your head swung back at the force and his hand that was previously on the leash pulled at your scalp like a mad man.

“that’s right so start moving and quit whining whore”

you tried to steady your breathing as you swiveled your hips up and down on him though it was hard when your muscles were so sore from the hands tied behind your back and from sitting on his lap cockwarming him for god knows how long. you kept up your pace for a little while but you could tell he was getting bored, deciding he was sick of your pathetic attempt at pleasing him he took ahold of your hips himself and pistoned into you.

your head fell onto his shoulder once more at the overstimulation, having had him inside you for so long made you too sensitive to how easily he hit your sweet spots. you honestly couldn’t even recall what was happening until he suddenly stopped, you thought he was done so you were finally able to breath until he pulled at your leash again causing you to let out a loud moan.

“you’re such a dumb slut aren’t you? can’t do what you’re told and can’t even take dick without drooling on me like a little puppy.”

he scoffed as you mewled in response to his words and brought up the hand that was resting on your hips to bitch slap you again, only thing time on the opposite cheeck.

“again, but this time don’t stop got it?”

you nodded as best you could and started to try and ride him again, the familiar burn coming back to your insides and the sore feeling in your body ran through you once more. you knew this would take a while, though luckily for you scaramouche had plenty of time.

zhongli:

as per usual zhongli was drilling into you without pause at an animalistic pace, one hand on the headboard and the other wrapped snuggly around your neck. you dug your nails into his arm but he didn’t even notice being too focused on not breaking the bed.

it seemed that no matter how much noise you made or how hard you dug your nails into him he just didn’t react, that was until he felt something wet on his hand. looking down he saw the saliva that spilled out of your mouth and onto his skin, the lovesick look in your eyes and drool dripping down your chin made him intake a sharp breath and before you knew it he was somehow going even harder.

picking up the pace his grip around your throat tightened and he was hitting your cervix like it was something he got paid for. groans and screams filled the room and you felt suffocated by not only his hand but the ever intense atmosphere, lost in the moment you couldn’t think straight until you snapped out of it hearing the loud crack of wood. but of course that didn’t stop zhongli, he kept going even after the bed broke though you guessed he didn’t hear it. unbeknownst to you he actually did he just didn’t care!

“later sweetheart” he let out a low growl and quick breaths “focus on me”

looking back up at him you noticed a stark change in his appearance, his hair and eyes now a bright gold color and his teeth resembling a dragon with his newly found fangs. his arm muscles showed even better with the now black and gold pattern engraved into them and the smirk on his face made you melt into euphoria. upon seeing him this way you realized that when he said later, what he really meant was tomorrow.

tags: @dilucsweetheart @z3nitsusgf

[bbyaster]

THOMA + FIRST TIME

pairings: best friend ! thoma & virgin ! f ! reader

notes: modern au, college au, ayaka is also there, slight kujou sara & itto, implied mutual pining.

warnings: first time, thoma is literally perfect, making out, shy ! reader, little bit of tiddy sucking, slight consent / virginity kink, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, fingering, squirting.

word count: 3.1k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! THIS IS PART OF THE OPENING UP EVENT

this is so fucking cute. i think i fell in love with him again while writing his. proofread, but very poorly. as usual, let me know if there's any mistakes/ missing warnings!

thoma was always trying to get you to go out and meet new people, so tonight he had invited you to come and hang out with him and some of his own friends. you had known him since before either of you could read, his charming and extroverted nature contrasting your own shy, timid stature. although he never really minded that you usually preferred to keep to yourself, you were now in college and he wanted you to finally break out of your shell, respectfully of course. you trusted him enough to never push you further than you could handle, that's why you agreed to go out tonight.

"but, thoma," your voice weak as you stopped in your tracks as you approached the door of his friend's apartment. "what if they don't like me? what if-"

"how could anyone not like you ?!" thoma cut you off from your negative thoughts, his signature sunshine smile marginally easing your nerves. "you're kind, caring, funny, cute, smart. besides, there's only a few people here, okay? and if you really feel like you want to go home, no one will judge you. i'll walk you back, no questions asked." he stretched out his hand for you to take and led you towards the door. your face heated up slightly, silently processing how he had called you cute. of course, the two of you were nothing more than best friends, yet you still harbored some unwavering feelings for him. feelings you didn't think were reciprocated. little did you know...

"thoma !" the door burst open and a set of arms flung themselves around thoma's neck. faint jealousy panged in your chest, though was soothed by your best friend's hand never leaving your own. he hugged the girl back with his other arm before they broke apart. "you must be y/n! thoma talks a lot about you. i'm ayaka," she greets you with the same friendly grin, giving you a comforting squeeze before inviting the two of you inside.

ayaka introduced you to everyone else inside, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you got to know his friends as the night drew on, them treating you as though they had known you for eons rather than as the girl they had just met. while darkness fell outside, you found yourself sat on thoma's lap, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as the other nursed his beer. you yawned and leaned into him subconsciously. your tiredness didn't go unnoticed by ayaka, who had suggested you all play a game or something to keep everyone going. a couple of ideas were thrown around, each getting shut down by somebody else. "what about seven minutes in heaven?" the blue haired girl asked. everyone seemed to be in agreement, curious of how the game would fare.

you, however, were reluctant. you hadn't really had much experience with boys or even with parties, something you were regretting right now. still, you joined the others sitting in a circle on the shag rug on the floor. a large and muscular man, itto, was the first to spin, not giving anyone a moment to challenge him. the bottle neck faced a stern looking sara, who did not seem overly impressed with this situation. she complied nonetheless, the pair heading into a bathroom down the hallway. itto entered with a greedy smirk plastered on his face, but somehow sara had managed to turn the tables and have him looking like a lost puppy by the time they returned to the group. thoma was next to spin. secretly he hoped it would land on you, not that he'd admit it. your own internal panic was reaching its peak. either you would be left alone without your best friend by your side, or you would have to watch the man that you had a childish crush on spend time getting closer to another.

if there was a god, they listened. you sat in shock for a moment, staring at the bottle facing you. the two of you were ushered into the room, ayaka glad that her poorly thought out plan to get you to spend time alone had worked. the door locked from the outside and you found yourselves sat on the cool tile floor, just taking each other in for a moment. you were glad that if you had to be shut in here, it was with thoma and not someone who you had just met. the light was harsh, thoma admiring how you shone underneath it. the way it fell onto your head made it seem like a little halo. it made his heart jump, liquid courage making him realize that now was as good a time as ever to admit his feelings for you.

he turned to face you, cupping your cheek and focusing your attention on him. your eyes were sparkling and your features were dusted with a blush, thoma hoping it was due to the intimate touch. his eyes were trained on your mouth, thumb caressing your bottom lip. "may i ?" there was something more than platonic love in the way that he was studying your face so intently, like he wanted to commit every line to memory. your voice was lost, so all you could bring yourself to do was nod. he pressed his lips against yours and suddenly everyone else in the apartment was forgotten about. you could taste droplets of alcohol on his mouth, though the only thing he was intoxicated with in this moment was you. his hands moved to pull you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle him. the way you moved against one another said everything that neither of you could, admitting to the mutual feelings that had been stirring for all those years.

when he pulled back and spluttered, you were instantly thinking you had done something wrong. "d-darling, if you keep moving your hips like that we're gonna have a problem." oh. you hadn't noticed that you were subconsciously grinding against him as you made out, nor that he was getting rather worked up from it. the fact that your skirt had splayed out and that nothing but your clothed core was rubbing on him only made it worse. you tried to control it as he kissed you again, his hands even holding your hips in one place. his lips began to trail down you neck, finding the sweet spot that elicited a small moan from you.

"n-not here," you croaked out. after all, you were sat on the bathroom floor in the home of a girl you had just met.

"how about we head back to my place, hmm? we can just tell the others that you're getting tired, they'll be fine with it." thoma suggested. as you agreed, there was an on-cue knock on the door and the sound of a lock being lifted.

"time's up ! you can come out now,"

it didn't take too long to get back to thoma's apartment once you had excused yourselves from the party. his hand never left yours as you walked side by side. as infatuated as you were with the man next to you, you began to panic.

"t-thoma?" he looked at you lovingly. "when we get back... are we going too... umm..." embarrassment was evident in your tone. thoma glanced over at you, unable to help but chuckle at how cute you were being.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to, princess."

"i want to," you were eager. it'd be a lie to say you'd never thought about doing this with him, but you never thought it would actually happen. however, you couldn't hold back the shyness and embarrassment as you told him "but i haven't done... that before,".

thoma was shocked to say the least. you'd been close with other guys before, so he had just assumed you had lost your virginity to one of them. his chest swelled with pride at the idea of being your first. he couldn't help the blood that rushed towards his crotch either.

"'s okay. if that's what you'd like, i'll treat you good. i promise."

he pulled the keys out of his back pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing for you to head inside first. although you had been here countless times before this felt different. you were in unfamiliar and uncharted territory, your pretty little mind drowning with a million thoughts. you didn't know what he was expecting you to do, so you just sort of stood there and waited for him to take the lead. a smile brighter than the sun graced his features - how lucky he was ! he turned to you and kissed you again, lips soft and sweet. thoma guided you backwards through the familiar house and to his bedroom. you sat on his bed as he stood between your legs, leaning down to hit resume on your make out session from ayaka's bathroom floor. his large hands trailed up your stomach, needy though not wanting to go too fast. his fingers found the hem of your shirt, slowly moving to pull it over your head.

you tried to hide your face in his neck. poor baby, you didn't need to be shy around him ! "you're so beautiful for me," his voice was comforting, the kind that made you want to curl up in his arms as he hummed you to sleep. he reattached his mouth to your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot and sucking. he wanted to make sure you were ready for him; no matter how long as he needed to take. his hands came up to your breasts, groping one in each. you moaned at the contact, your legs wrapping around him in order to pull him closer to you. he observed how sensitive your body was for him already, even without him having found his way to your heat ! you tried to rid him of his t-shirt but struggled, so he just pulled back from you to do it himself. "someone's eager, aren't you ? shh, i'm just teasing. why don't you lie down, let me take care of you,"

you did as he asked. he was back on top of you before you could so much as blink, his signature dog tags swinging above your face. his hands found their places back on your chest, one reaching around to unclasp your bra. you slid your arms out of the loops as he tugged it off of you, admiring how pretty your bare tits were for him. you felt your nipples stiffening at the cold air, a barely noticeable whine falling from your mouth. one of his large hands grabbed your right breast, gently kneading at the soft flesh. your other nipple was immediately encapsulated by his mouth, sucking and flicking the bud with his warm tongue. his knee rested between your thighs as he toyed with your chest, so you found yourself rutting against it and begging for more.

"please, thoma." you were embarrassed, your face hotter than a furnace. "want you to touch me,"

even though he considered teasing you, thoma remembered that tonight was about making you feel good. after all, you would remember the night that you lost your virginity forever, right ? his eyes remained trained on your own as his lips travelled down your stomach, stopping only above the hem of your skirt. "you still want this, right? it's okay if you don't, y/n." he was being uncharacteristically serious, yet the care in his voice only strengthened your desire for him. you felt so safe with him.

"please, i want it,"

thoma admired at how needy you looked. "alright but if you want me to stop at any time, just say so. i won't be mad, love."

he removed your skirt, kissing closer and closer to your core. he could see how wet you were already, juices seeping through the fabric. his lips pressed over your clothed clit, making you moan loudly. god, you sounded heavenly. he rid you of the barrier between you, hands then pushing apart you knees so he could take in the sight of you all spread for him.

"you're so pretty for me, princess." thoma wraps his hands around your thighs, bringing himself closed to your cunny. he lightly blows on your swollen bud, watching your writhe in pleasure despite the lack of stimulation. he places kitten licks to your clit, relishing in how truly sensitive you are. the man wants nothing more than to feel himself deep inside of you, though he would wait. not wanting for you to cum just yet, he hoists himself up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips, whimpering at the lewdness. his fingers then move back down to your heat, eyes again asking for consent. you can barely string together a "please" as he gathers some of your slick and pushes his middle finger inside of you. your cushiony walls were so tight around him ! he allowed your body adjust before beginning to drag his finger in and out of you. though had occasionally played with yourself before, his fingers were so much longer than your own. thoma added in another, scissoring your virgin hole open. you whined in pain, so he slowed his movements. his thumb met your puffy clit again, hoping the pleasure would drown out the stretch. his plans seemed to work, as you began bucking your hips up against his hand, wordlessly asking for more. he curled his fingers inside of you, finding that rough patch that made you arch your back underneath him. your orgasm hit you hard. thoma watched as your lips parted to make way for a barrage of lewd sounds, eyes rolling back in your head. he kept fingering you as you rode out your high, walls squeezing around him while he praised you for looking so beautiful cumming on his hand.

"think you can handle another one, princess?" you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for your best friend to continue deflowering you. you stared at him as he slid out of the remainder of his clothes, hard length bobbing up against his stomach. your mouth hung open at the sight before you. it's not like your inexperienced self would know any better, but he was fairly large. he wasn't the thickest, though you knew it would still be a tight squeeze for your virgin hole. the length was above average and could easily hit every sensitive spot inside of you at once - oh, how were you going to fit him ?!

thoma dragged his hand along his cock, smearing his precum around him before he returned to your cunny. he swiped his fingers across your slit, checking again that you were wet enough to take him. once he was satisfied, he slid himself in between your folds to align himself, the head of him rubbing against your clit. you could feel as your hole contracted, needy to be filled up. his eyes never left your face. should they display too much discomfort for his liking, he'd instantly stop and check up on you. there remained as much of his focus as he could as his tip entered.

you felt like your whole body was on fire. "m-more," you spluttered, voice barely a whisper. he listened, pushing deeper into you. it took what felt like an age for him to bottom out, allowing you to get used to the length. you could feel all of him, including the throbbing vein that rested against your sweet spot. you clenched around him in a vice grip, keeping him in place.

"princess, you need to relax. i can't fucking move," his voice was like satin. thoma's hand lightly circled your sensitive bud, wanting nothing more than to ease the stretch. that was enough to make you gush around his cock, coming undone once again. thoma groaned at the feeling of you squeezing him. your walls fluttered around him as you began coming down from your second high.

"shit, baby. 's it too much? do you want me to stop?" you shook your head violently, though the man was not yet convinced. "words, please princess." he asked.

"keep going," was all you could manage. as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, thoma started to move. his hips slowly and gently drew back and forth, fucking you deeper into the mattress below. he knew he could cum soon himself - it wasn't his fault you felt so good ! with each thrust he was careful to avoid hitting too near to your clit with his pelvis, knowing you would be sensitive and not want to hurt you anymore than he could help. his hands reached for your thighs, repositioning the pair of you. he was stood at the foot of his bed as he placed your legs over his shoulders in order to sheath himself deeper inside of you. his pace was fast, yet remained ever so gentle. your hips were instinctively moving with him, meeting his thrusts. thoma couldn't help but smile as his heart swelled at how much you were enjoying yourself, blood rushing to his dick as he remembered that he was the only one to have ever seen you in such a lewd and vulnerable state. he was hitting that spot almost every time he plunged into you, leaving you a whining mess below him. your cunt began squeezing him again, a sign you were getting close. "so sensitive, aren't you. gonna cum again for me, princess?" his question was only met with the wet noises of him pistoning into you and the pleasure filled expression plastered onto your face. "go ahead, sweetheart."

his thrusts grew sporadic, trying to keep himself from spilling his seed into your womb. "c-can't," you cried, tears welling up behind your irises. "'s too much-"

thoma could tell by the way your arms were clinging to him that that wasn't really what you wanted. even in the short amount of time he'd been making love to you, he felt confident enough that he had become well acquainted with your body. "come on, princess. let go, i've got you."

his words were enough to make you cum for the final time that night. tears streamed down your cheeks as thoma pulled you closer to him. he didn't notice you were squirting until it coated his stomach and your thighs. your head lolled back onto his pillows, completely fucked out. he pulled out of you before cumming himself, releasing onto your lower stomach with a groan. he fell onto the bed next to you, catching his breath for a moment.

thoma placed kisses all over your face, praising you for what a good job you had done. you leaned into him, craving his touch. when you were ready, he'd clean you up. he'd give you a quick shower, paying attention to your tired state. the man would pretty much force you into one of his soft t-shirts, wrapping you in his arms as you fell asleep on top of him, only to follow shortly after.

[bbyaster]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?

[ #PAIRING ]   kaeya alberich x gn!afab!reader

[ #WC ]   3.6k [ #SYNOPSIS ]   as you watch your boyfriend spar with huffman, something primal sets off in you. he wields the sword so gracefully … oh fuck, you’re turned on.

[ #CONTENT WARNINGS ]   sub reader, established relationship, semi-public sex, degradation, weapon play (use of protected dagger to tease clit and hilt penetration), corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, kaeya’s a little shit, breeding if you squint, dumbification, unedited bc my pea brain can’t handle it

꒰ ☾ ꒱ THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

one of the things that you love doing in your free time is watching kaeya train. sometimes he’ll be sparring with mannequins. other times he’ll find higher-ranked knights to play with and challenge. he’s such a determined man and his persona completely changes when he’s on the field. the second he steps onto the sparring grounds, he is no longer the loving, teasing brat of a boyfriend that you have. his periwinkle gaze hardens into amethyst fragments. his grip around the hilt of the wooden sword tightens like a vice. his stance is strong and firm, and his voice thunders throughout the echoey chamber like an icy storm.

watching him train is like watching an artful, violent choreography. every strike and stab of the blade are equal parts graceful and destructive. more often than not, you find your thighs clenching together with your heartbeat staggering nervously while you observe. it sends tingles up your spine to witness your kaeya stand over his sparring partners with a triumphant, teasing grin on his face. perhaps it’s a reminder that he isn’t the cavalry captain for nothing.

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[bbyaster]

KAEYA + STRIPPER AU

a/n: this is all of your faults. …anyways any preferences on who’s next? 🌝

WARNINGS: this is not meant to offend strippers or sex workers in any way, gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!kaeya, stripper!kaeya, client!reader, stripping, dancing, lap dancing, nipple play, kaeya’s mommy milkers, sensitive kaeya, payed sex technically, light impact play, implied anal sex.

Kaeya is a dancer, one who always wears the most revealing clothing he can manage. Lace, bras, slip dresses, anything that will get him as many tips as possible and still leave people wanting more. Although he isnt a fan of the old men that are evidently drawn to watch the show and make him have to flirt with them but money is money, right?

But you on the other hand.. you were much more alluring than the disgusting pervs that only came to cheat on their wives and express their homosexual desires.. You might’ve just caught the eye of the top performer in this whole place.

Needless to say, the bodyguards and manager were quite surprised when Kaeya asked to have private booths added to his availability instead of just nightly shows and the occasional lap dance. He wasnt planning to be open for just anyone, but they didn’t need to know that..

Not so subtly flirting while on stage is how it starts. Now that you’ve become an established regular, the blue haired man cant help but adjust his performance times just a little so that he would be the first thing you watch when you come in.

Like now, with you sitting comfortably in one of the velvet seats, eyes tracking the cryo beauty that keeps making eye contact with you.

His knees are spread on the floor and his hands are travailing over his pretty chest and onto his neck. All while hes making dead eye contact with you. Your eyes travel down from his eye to the dark blue bralette thats covering his pretty tits.

As soon as your eyes flicker back up to his, youre met with a sly grin as a pair of hands snake behind his waist and slowly unclip the lacy bra. He lets it fall to the stage, arms hanging loose while his grin widens. Watching your reaction with pleasure. Hoots and whistles come from the rest of the crowd as bags of mora are thrown onto the stage.

Kaeya turns to smile at the rest of the crowd and thats when you snap. Waving one of the staff over.

“How much is it for a private room?”

“It’s about-“ the woman starts, cutting herself off as her eyes widen. Staring down at the large bag of mora you just tossed onto the side table.

“This enough?”

Of course you knew it was more than double the price of a private room with any of the performers but what can you say? You wanted to have your pretty dancer going home with a little extra after the show he put on for you.

Kaeya watched your trade go on with a growing smile.

“Finally.” He muttered, taking the hand offered by the bodyguard as help off of the stage before walking close behind you into the back rooms reserved for private sessions.

You sat on the cushioned bench, leaning back to watch as Kaeya, whose name you had discovered from the nervous server, swiftly sat himself on your lap, pushing his chest towards you.

“I was starting to think that you’d just leave me for one of those filthy wine traders. You sure know how to-“ Kaeya started, pouting as you cut him off by tweaking his nipples.

“Of course not, after the show you put on? Why, that would just be cruel.. especially since you’re so sensitive, am i your first client sweetheart?” You watched with a smirk as the dancer’s breath caught in his throat. Letting yourself twist and tug lightly at the perk nipples. Kaeya’s hands gripping your shoulders.

“I- n-no. I’ve had many clients besides you. Y-you really think people could resist me?” The cryo user was freezing up under your attention.

“I don’t think it was a matter of resistance darling. It’s just that i don’t think I’ve ever seen you leave the stage unless youre going to the back.”

Kaeya whined, grinding his hips towards your crotch. Your free hand travelling to his ass, tugging lightly on the waistband of the lace panties, letting them make a satisfactory snap! as they retracted back onto the man’s hip. The blue haired man in question let out a yelp, jumping at the unexpected sting.

“So sensitive..” You teased, repeating the action a few more times before finally caressing the red skin. Glancing down, your hand snapped to pull Kaeya forward from the back of his thigh. Sorry sweetheart, not today. You thought, tsk-ing at the sight of your pretty dancer trying to remove the heels he was wearing.

“Keep them.”

By the end of the hour you had booked, Kaeya was left panting, limbs sprawled out over the seats. Panties long forgotten on the other end of the room and his feet aching in the heels you made him keep on while you two enjoyed yourselves. His ass was sore as shit and he almost had the mind to demand you pay for the massage he would need from this. Glancing up at you quickly removed that thought.

Just as you finished adjusting your top, you turned to the fucked out dancier who was still recovering. Smiling to yourself, you leaned down to kiss his cheek. Placing an extra bag of mora on the stand beside him. Kaeya widened his eye at you. To which you merely winked at him before leaving the booth.

He then quickly grabbed the bag, laughing as he saw the silk robe you had left for him at the door, with a certain lace bra laid on top and all. Perfect to hide it.

That was the only time you would see the cryo user pray to the archons. Praying that this wouldn’t be your last visit.

a/n: welcome to the show kaeya, quite the entrance.

[bbyaster]

Will you marry me?

Synopsis: You have been dating for several months/years. He's been thinking about how to propose for a few weeks now...

Style: Cute, fluff, romantic, f!reader.

Alert: A little NSFW bonus (18+) for each character! I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia/Childe.

Note: I wondered, how would the proposal of the boys go? I would try to do a male reader version with the genshin impact girls with whom I have the most atom crocheted the best (Jean, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Ayaka, Baidou, Rosalia and Lisa, I can't write about Baal yet, I'm waiting to have more info on the character).

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Thank you so much for the 1k followers! Honestly, when creating I didn't expect this. So thank you! I'll keep writing as long as I can <3

Diluc

Diluc knew. He always knew that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with.

From the first day he laid eyes on you, from that very moment his heart started beating just for you.

He knew.

You changed him, step by step, opening him up to the world, and especially to you. Diluc could no longer conceive of his life without you. It was he who suggested that you come and live at the Dawn Winery, because he couldn't bear to be away from you, even for a few moments.

Anyone could tell that what was between you was strong, terribly strong. Around you, Diluc became so gentle, so caring, always listening to you carefully, drinking in every word you said.

Marrying you was a matter of course for him, he loved you so much, and had done so since your first meeting. He often imagined you with a ring on your finger or in a wedding dress. He knew that whatever you wore, you would look beautiful in it.

Sometimes he would look at you dreamily, imagining how it would sound if you were called "Mrs. Ragnvindr. His cheeks would turn the same shade of red as his hair. He would take you to his room or yours, physically letting you know how much he adored you.

Diluc had long ago ordered a ring from a jeweler in Fontaine that he wanted to be both beautiful and elegant, just like you. It was made of pure gold, encrusted with rubies. Inside the ring was engraved what he felt for you: "My heart, forever".

Kaeya could read Diluc like an open book. He encouraged and teased him gently, reminding him that he would have to follow the traditions of marriage, especially the garter belt! Diluc quickly turned red with embarrassment. Of course, since Diluc was a reserved and possessive man, he would never remove the garment in front of a crowd, but he would do it once in private...

He always kept the ring with him, watching for the perfect moment to ask for your hand. He often looked at the ring, beautifully stored in its velvet box, trying to figure out how and when he should give it to you. Diluc turned out to be a very traditional and romantic man, he wanted this moment to be perfect.

The more he spent his days with you, the more he wanted to bond with you. He was always gentle and loving, he was proud to have you by his side. He didn't hesitate to introduce you to his relatives or guests at the estate as his lover. You were so close and so complicit with each other that some thought you were already married. The only one who had the courage to joke about it (except Kaeya), was Venti: "Your lover? I thought she was your wife, Master Diluc!" - Archon, you have never seen Diluc blush so much!

You were his light in the darkness.

You were the air he needed to breathe to live.

You were his future. The one he longed to have a family with.

But sometimes, for some reason, he would consider the possibility that you might turn down his proposal... He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you by his side, but maybe you didn't think so?

Diluc had invited you out, taking you under the big Windrise tree. You sat between his legs, silently listening to the sound of the water currents and admiring the crystal butterflies fluttering around you. Diluc was holding you tightly, his face hidden in your neck. You could feel his breath against your skin and his lips caressing your neck. You could feel the tension in your lover's shoulders for the past few days, making him quieter than usual, so to soothe him, even a little, you placed your hand in his downy hair, stroking it lovingly. You knew he loved it and his arms tightening around you confirmed it.

"(y/n)."

"Yes darling?"

Diluc let go of you, inviting you with a wave of his hand to stand up. He followed you, standing in front of you, your hands in his. He brought them to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. His gaze locked onto yours with intensity.

"I... (y/n), I have something important to ask you..."

"I'm listening. What's bothering you Diluc?"

Diluc froze, a lump in his stomach suddenly taking him over. He thought you were so beautiful, so radiant compared to him. Will he be able to make you happy? Will you at least say yes? He was startled when he felt your hand on his cheek. His gaze returned to you and a soft smile painted the features of his face. Diluc placed his hand on yours, enjoying the warmth of your skin against his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, lowering himself to you to press his forehead against yours. Crystalline butterflies fluttered around you, creating a deliciously magical atmosphere...

He slowly knelt down in front of you, making you completely confused, then as you understood what was happening, an infinite happiness invaded your heart. He took your hand in his, squeezing it tenderly without his eyes leaving yours.

"(y/n), I am not the best of men. I'm constantly busy, I realize I'm putting Mondstadt ahead of everything else, I work for an underground intelligence network, and my past has made me sour and cold. Anyone else would have run away when they got to know me, but not you... I don't know if I deserve you, but... since you've been by my side, since I met you, I can't imagine my life without you.I love you (y/n), I love you so much. You bring me peace and happiness, things I haven't felt since my father died. You are my house, my home, the one I promise myself I will come home to every night unharmed to see your wonderful smile." - Diluc pulled the velvet box from his inner pocket, gently opening the lid to reveal the engagement ring- "My love, I love you more than anything else, I want you by my side, as my wife so...(y/n) would you agree to marr-"

You didn't give him time to finish his sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. Caught by surprise, Diluc didn't have time to react to save you both from falling to the ground. Your tears flowed freely, the intense feeling of happiness overwhelming you.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I want it! I want to be your wife! I love you Diluc."

Diluc hugged you tightly, clutching at your clothes and burying his face in your neck. Tears stung his eyes. Trembling, Diluc pulled you slightly away from him, taking your left hand to put the engagement ring on your ring finger. He kissed it lightly, letting his tears fall for the first time in his life in front of someone. He rushed to pull you into his arms, needing your touch, your warmth. He wanted to make sure it wasn't all a dream...

He loved you so much, oh yes so much. Yesterday as well as today, and even tomorrow, his heart belongs to you forever.

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You were his fiancée, his future wife, and that made Diluc crazy with happiness. The fire of desire was rising in him, the need to feel your warmth was becoming more and more ardent. He wanted to hear you moan his name as he consumed you in the most tender way. He wanted you naked against him, soft and defenseless. By the archons, the trust you placed in him made him so proud, it was without a doubt the most beautiful proof of love he could receive. Diluc loved you more than anything, he would never dishonor you by making love to you on the outside, in full view of everyone. So having you straddle him while you lay half on the grass, while your kiss got deeper and hotter, became a real torture for your young fiancé. He would force himself to break your kiss to lift you up in his arms and take you back to the Dawn Winery.

Diluc practices languorous, sensual, passionate lovemaking. You would always be extremely hot when he touched your skin with his fingertips. He likes to take his time during foreplay, taking care of every part of your body with equal care. His hands would be all over you, massaging your breasts gently while his lips tasted your nipples. He'd let you hear the sound of his soft, greedy kisses as his hand reaches down for the entrance between your thighs. He would start gently with a finger inside you first while his thumb worked on massaging your clitoris. As you begin to whisper his name, he would add a second finger. The back and forth rhythm of his hand was slow, a real torture as you felt the knot of pleasure rise inside you. Diluc knew it, he could feel it from your wet walls spasming around his fingers. Diluc would stop kissing your upper body to join his hand between your thighs. His lips would take over from his thumb on your clit as his fingers quickened the pace. The sound of your moans would heat his cheeks with excitement! He would let you come on his fingers or tongue as many times as you wanted.

Before penetrating you, Diluc would place tender, languid kisses on your lips, giving you time to recover from your orgasms. When he felt your fingers along the line of his back, exploring every scar and muscle, a sigh of ecstasy would escape his mouth. He would tell you over and over again that he loved you, that he thought you were beautiful, and that you made him happy until you were ready to take all of him. As he kissed you, Diluc would roll his hips against you, his hardened member rubbing against your wet slit. Your fiancé was always very patient with you, waiting for your approval to insert his sex into you and when you gave it to him, a hoarse growl made his throat tremble. He would caress your thigh before spreading it further, making it easier for his member to penetrate you.

Most of the time, Diluc was dominant, preferring to have you underneath him. But from time to time, he would let himself be tipped over onto his back for you to straddle him. The view you gave him from this angle was magnificent. He would stroke your thighs up and down admiring your body as it swayed above him with lust. He would let you choose your rhythm. Hearing the sound of your moans and seeing you undulate your hips, his sex disappearing inside your slit drove him crazy. When he felt your rhythm slowing, he would help you by grabbing your hips to ease your movements. Diluc couldn't stand the lack of heat on his chest anymore, so he would sit up and kiss you, wrapping his arms around your neck to press your breasts against him. His tongue would seek yours again, too long separated from you. He would barely give you both time to breathe. His hands would caress your buttocks as they slowly undulated against him, before moving up your back and searching for any folds caused by your movements. He would move with you as best he could, trying to reach the deepest points of your intimacy. When he felt your walls begin to close in around him, Diluc's patience would break. He found you so beautiful, so attractive, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He would turn you over onto your back without separating from you and wrap your legs around his hips. He would caress your cheeks before rocking his hips again. Hearing the mewls of his name, begging him to go faster and harder made him lose all his nerve, his pupils dilated with desire staring at you as he sealed your lips with his. He placed your knees on his shoulders, increasing the rhythm and harshness of his thrusts, even making the bed creak. The pleasure he was offering you was so violent, so intense that your whole body began to tremble. He intertwined his hands with yours, letting you squeeze them as hard as you wanted. He couldn't stop his own moans from coming out, mixing with yours in your hot kiss. He could feel your walls tightening around him, bringing him closer to his own end. It was only when your knot broke in a powerful orgasm, that Diluc let himself come inside you, continuing to undulate his hips against you until you had both calmed down. Diluc held on with his forearms so as not to crush you. He let you catch your breath, brushing some of your hair away from your forehead.

"Don't fall asleep my love, let me take care of you tonight..."

Diluc brought your left hand to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. He stared at the ring on your finger, blushing with happiness. Unconsciously, he resumed rocking his hips against you, feeling his sex tense up again. He was going to let you know how happy he was, how much he loved you. Diluc wasn't going to let you sleep tonight...

Zhongli

The relationship between you and Zhongli was unique. He considered you the most precious treasure in his life.

He treated you like a princess, cherishing you and showering you with love every day he spent with you.

He was so indebted to fate for allowing him to meet you. You had accepted him, completely. His past, his mistakes, his sins, his immortality.

He wanted your happiness more than anyone else.

He wanted to see your wonderful smile on your face every moment of his life.

He wanted to feel your warmth permeating his heart and soul.

He wanted everything from you.

He wanted to live his life with you, until death do you part.

Zhongli believed that marriage was a beautiful and profoundly mortal act, contractually binding two beings who shared the same feelings for each other.

He knew how you felt about marriage. You were frightened at the thought, which Zhongli could understand. The changes associated with marriage were changing our way of life. You no longer live alone, but for two...

But... Since you lived together, the idea of marrying you gradually invaded his mind. Zhongli was the god of contracts, but it wasn't just that. He loved you deeply, and he knew the importance of such a proposal. He wanted to unite with you in the most beautiful way.

He knew he was risking losing you by asking for your hand. Some humans shun commitment like the plague, but he was sure in his heart that you loved him enough to agree to be bound to him.

He had forged the ring himself, using the finest Teyvat ores to fashion the ring encrusted with a heart of lapis and several small diamonds. The ring, another symbol of love, representing the bond, having no beginning and no end. Eternity, like the love he felt for you. This simple object perfectly portrayed his vision of marriage...

Zhongli, being the forward-thinking man he always was, would arrange the perfect date. He wanted to propose to you where you first met, by the sea.

The program for the evening: romantic dinner at the restaurant, hand in hand walk in the streets of Liyue, romantic dance in the square. To finish, a short walk on the beach, he would propose you at that time...

You had taken off your shoes to run on the cool sand, Zhongli watching you fondly. He followed you quietly, his hands crossed behind his back. The love he felt for you shone in his eyes as brightly as the thousands of stars in the sky.

You were at the seaside, dipping your feet in the cold water. Zhongli joined you, slipping his hand around your waist to pull you against him. He looked into your eyes, without saying a word, he seemed to probe your soul. He caressed your jaw line with his thumb, gently moving your face up to his to place a kiss on your lips. It was so soft, so warm, you didn't know why, but tears came to your eyes. This man, since he came into your life, since you met him, here on this beach, had been a source of happiness for you. You had never been so happy with another man. He was the man of your life.

"(y/n)."

Zhongli had stopped kissing you, closing her eyes and whispering your name, her forehead against yours.

" (y/n)..."

He hugged you tighter, almost smothering you. You could feel his body trembling, which confused you. You had never seen your lover in such a state of anguish, his heart was beating wildly in his chest... He grabbed your left hand and brought it to his cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"My love. You are so precious to me... Having you by my side is such a blessing."

"Zhongli?" He kissed your hand tenderly. -

"I am Morax, the god of contracts. I once waged war against the gods of this world, my hands still covered in their blood. I have lost so much in my long life that I have long believed that solitude would be my only and last friend. Now I have abandoned my throne to walk among mortals, hoping to live my own life. And I finally met you, so radiant, so sweet, having fun with simplicity on this beach. You got to know me and accepted me, completely. Today, I am Zhongli, a simple man, deeply in love." - Zhongli wiped away the tears running down your cheeks, your lips trembling with emotion. - "(y/n), I want to spend my life with you." - A ring appeared in your field of vision. It was beautiful, just like your lover. The mere sight of it made you sob harder. - I know it won't be easy for you to live with an immortal being, but I will do everything in my power to make you happy. (y/n) Marry me."

Your tears wouldn't stop, preventing your voice from speaking, so instead, you nodded briskly, letting Zhongli put the ring on your finger. His hands were shaking with emotion. He held your hand in his, gently kissing your tear-drenched lips. He held you for a long time, hugging you as if his life depended on it.

You were his star. His sun. The star around which his life revolved.

He was so, so happy. He loved you and would love you...

Until death do you part, and even beyond.

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You had agreed to become his wife, to bond with him for eternity, and for Zhongli, it seemed impossible to be happier than today. He could not leave your lips, his caresses becoming more exploratory and his kisses more penetrating. He traveled the line of your spine with his fingertips, until he reached your lower back before slowly working his way up over the fabric of your tunic. When he felt a groan vibrate in your throat, it was the signal he was waiting for to take your hand and lead you home. Zhongli was a private man, he would never take you outside unless he was sure no one would catch the two of you.

Zhongli is a gentle and loving man, seeking your pleasure and comfort above his own. He will place you on the first comfortable surface he finds, in this case: the couch. He will always begin with slow, languid caresses, often lingering on your breasts, thighs and hips. After each pass of his hands, his lips will take their place, kissing and licking your soft skin. Zhongli knows how to make you feel desirable. He does not stop talking about you, telling you that you are beautiful and that he loves you deeply.

He knows how to use his fingers on you, knowing all the points that will make you moan with pleasure. He will start slowly, first bringing a finger into your wet slit, caressing your walls sensually. Once you're comfortable, he'll put a second and then a third, watching your every expression of pleasure and listening carefully to your every moan. Zhongli was not a god for nothing, his body reflected it perfectly, until his sex at the same time big and of a circumference which could have frightened any woman, virgin or not. He always took care to prepare you well so that you would not be hurt, Zhongli wanted it to be as pleasurable for you as it was for him. If you asked, Zhongli would gladly let your hands caress him, admiring the way you took care of his member with your fingers and mouth.

Zhongli wasn't especially dominant. Not always, anyway. He loved it when you took charge. When you rode him, he would always sit facing you, admiring your features, caressing the sensual line of your back, savoring every fold, every curve of your body as you slowly rocked on top of him. His forehead and nose were glued to you as his breathing became heavier. His hands would wander down your back before grabbing your buttocks to bring you down on his sex with more force. He'd still be looking into your eyes as he pushed you to establish a rougher rhythm, grunting with every cry of pleasure you let out. The feel of your walls closing in around him more and more and his name coming out of your mouth with lust was beginning to make him lose his mind, his dominant side slowly waking up inside him. When he felt your left hand move up his arm, his gaze would turn to her for a short moment. The ring that encircled your finger shone with a soft glow. Zhongli grunted, grabbing your thighs to lift you up. Without disconnecting from you, he set you down on the living room table, clearing what was on it with a sharp movement. He would lay you down on the hard surface of the piece of furniture, being careful not to hurt you before starting to establish a wild rhythm, his face again against yours. The table would tremble under his increasingly sharp and rapid blows. Zhongli would close his eyes as he felt the heat rising more and more within him. His lips would connect with you, nibbling on your bottom lip, his tongue would immediately lick it before forcing its way into your mouth. His grunts of pleasure would be swallowed by your throat. Eventually he made you reach your orgasm, forcing you to arch your back, grabbing his hair as you screamed his name. He gave you a few more strokes before he came inside you. His face was glistening with sweat as he caught his breath. Zhongli sought out your left hand, clasping it in his tenderly.

"I love you my love..."

He kissed you passionately, caressing your aching body with his free hand. Feeling your legs wrap around his waist, Zhongli smiled into your kiss. The night was surely going to be very short.

Kaeya

Kaeya was more of a loner than she appeared to be. His seductive side was just a facade, using him simply to gather useful information for his work. Even when he met you, he was initially content to use you for his own purposes, making you suffer terribly upon learning the truth.

Yet deep inside, Kaeya felt a deep feeling arise in his heart. He loved you, passionately, tenderly, angrily. Seeing you suffer because of him had become a real torture for him, yet he had to keep you away from him, because he knew that sooner or later his past would catch up with him.

But he couldn't help it. He loved you and wanted you by his side. You were a source of joy and laughter for him, because of you, Kaeya forgot the sword of Damocles above his head. Thanks to you, he felt free and loved.

Once in couple, Kaeya will be honest with you, revealing his origins, his history and his darkest secrets.

You had listened to him attentively, without commenting, without criticizing. You accepted him, hoping that the day he will have to make a choice, you will be the one he will turn to.

He would wait a few years before thinking seriously about marriage. This man was completely addicted to you, and no matter how much he teased you and annoyed you, he longed for you. He wanted to shout it to the world, he wanted the gods themselves to know that you were his.

Kaeya ordered a ring from the local jeweler. It was a simple ring, unpretentious, except maybe for the small engraving he had asked for, a symbol, a simple little symbol representing infinity. It was encrusted with a beautiful sapphire cut in the shape of a heart to remind you of the color of his eyes.

He sometimes amused himself by calling you "Mrs. Alberich" in the street. He loved to see you blush with embarrassment, but more than that, he loved to feel connected to you that way.

Kaeya dreamed of starting a family with you, and he had mentioned this to you several times. He had also subtly mentioned marriage, wanting to know what you thought about it. He would be extremely happy if you told him that you would like to be his wife one day.

On the day he finally decides to propose, be prepared for a very romantic atmosphere.

Candlelight dinner, vintage wine, flowers everywhere including a bouquet of roses.

The most incredible thing is the beautiful costume in which Kaeya would welcome you back home...

"Kaeya, this is amazing! Did you do all this?"

"Of course princess. I wanted to surprise you." - He gallantly removed your coat so that it could be stored in your closet.

"And may I ask in what honor?"

Kaeya merely gave you a big smile, pressing his hand to the small of your back to lead you to the dining room.

"Kaeya- what did you do wrong?"

"Oya ~, am I not allowed to just cook you a romantic dinner to please you?"

"That's very suspicious coming from you."

Kaeya laughed. He adored you, really. You knew him far too well.

He quickly regained his composure, brushing your jaw with his fingertips. Kaeya admired the thrill he was giving you, enjoying the fact that you reacted so easily to his touch. He kissed your lips slowly and sensually, making you move back to the couch. He separated from you, inviting you to sit on the cushions. He then took the bouquet of roses that he had placed on the chair that was intended for you for dinner. Kaeya positioned herself in front of you, crouching on his lap, his free hand gently brushing the bare skin of your calves. He offered you the roses with an affectionate smile.

"(y/n), I know I'm not the perfect man you deserve. I know that our relationship started very badly, I made you suffer and even today I bitterly regret all the hurtful words and actions I did to you. I don't know if I managed to make up for it in your eyes, I don't know if I cherished you enough either. What I do know is that I love you and that I would sacrifice everything for you. - Your eyes were inked in his, feeling little by little the bite of tears stinging your eyes.- "You accepted, without judging me, without hating me, my past and my origins. All the affection, all the love that you give me makes me the happiest man in the world. My love, I want to have you by my side every day of my life. I want to start a family with you. I want to be able to officially call you "Madame Alberich". - You placed your hand over your mouth, stifling the sob that wanted to come out. Kaeya took advantage of this short moment of silence to pull the ring out of his pocket "(y/n), will you marry me?"

You burst out, stammering out yeses galore. Kaeya laughed harder, taking the hand you were holding out to slowly slide the ring onto your finger. He admired the outfit, finding you beautiful with the jewel. He wiped away the tears that ran down your cheeks, gently bringing your lips to his.

"I love you, Madame Alberich." - You laughed. -

"You petty man...taking me by the scruff of the neck."

You kissed him passionately, hugging him fiercely. Surely dinner could wait a little longer, right?

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Did you just call your fiancé a petty man? Well, he lifted you off the couch, still kissing your lips with vigor. Kaeya placed you on the kitchen work surface overlooking the living room, pulling your pencil skirt up your thighs. You were wearing garter belt tights, you looked so sexy in that outfit that Kaeya couldn't help but moan, grinding his hips against you. He rocked his hips against you, making you feel the hardness of his sex with each rubbing. He confided in you all his intimate thoughts, all his vices, everything he wanted to do to you, right there on that table. He thought you were beautiful, he loved you like crazy and he wanted to take you with ferocity.

Kaeya was a man who would always make passionate love to you, the pace varying according to his mood. He would always start with teasing, caressing your slit and pinching your clit through your underwear. He'd wait until you begged him to undress you before doing so, almost ripping the fabric off. He would attack your breasts, tasting your already hardened nipples as his fingers slide between your soaked walls. Kaeya has a bit of a masochistic side, he loves to feel the bite of your fingernails on his back or the nip of your teeth against his neck in a desperate attempt to keep your screams from coming out. When you grab his hair in your fists, you'll hear a grunt of pleasure come from him. He wasn't the violent type, not against you anyway, but his desire for you could sometimes lead him to brutally tear off your clothes.

Kaeya is neither dominant nor dominated, he will go with the flow. You want to be on top of him? No problem, he'll enjoy it as much as if he were leading the dance. But at that moment, Kaeya was the one leading the game, keeping you half lying on the kitchen cabinet, your legs wrapped around his hips while he unzipped his pants. By the time he began to penetrate you, his teeth would be on your jaw, nibbling and licking your skin. He wouldn't have the patience to go slowly, his desire for you now far too intense. His hips would slam forcefully against you, making you gasp as soon as he reached the bottom. You'd hear objects falling from the table to come crashing to the floor. The force your fiancé put into his thrusts would lift you up, making your body shake with pleasure. Kaeya didn't hold back his voice when he was in this state of excitement, repeating your name with each stroke, sometimes followed by an "I love you". He admires the beauty of your body shaken by his movements, his free hand coming to caress your chest, your waist, your belly while the other held your hips in place. When he felt your walls tighten around him, Kaeya stopped the swaying of his hips, denying you the much desired orgasm. He pulled out of you to turn you onto your stomach to expose your buttocks to him. Without warning, he will penetrate you again, picking up where he left off. He'll kiss your back and shoulders as he hammers you quickly, making you scream with pleasure. He'll reach out with his hands to grasp yours, entangling his fingers with you and tenderly caressing the finger that wore the engagement ring. As soon as he felt you close again, he would straighten up to hold your hips in both hands, his strokes becoming more abrupt, faster. You felt the heat building up in your belly, gradually turning into a knot of pleasure that just wanted to let go. And when your orgasm exploded inside you, Kaeya followed, moaning loudly before collapsing on your back. He waited a few moments, time for both of you to catch your breaths. He tenderly massaged your hips and stomach.

"So, does Madam Alberich still think I'm petty?" - He kissed your shoulder.

"Silly!" - He laughed into your neck, separating himself from you.

He helped you to your feet, kissing your lips as soon as he felt you steady on your feet. He led you into the bathroom to run a hot bath and help you clean up. He promised you that the night was just beginning, but only after dinner...

Xiao

For Xiao, human customs were of no importance. He avoided contact with mortals as much as possible, preferring solitude and silence.

Then one day he met you. You were like a hurricane, sweeping away all his principles, all his preconceptions. You had broken down his walls, one after the other. You were the only one in this world who knew how to soothe his soul, bruised by suffering and past memories.

This boy, so cold, so distant at first glance, was in reality of an incredible softness and tenderness.

He loved to take you in his arms or to be rocked by your warm and soft hands. He loved your lips and voice calling his name with love. He simply adored you.

Xiao sometimes wondered how he managed to seduce you. You were so sweet, so sensitive compared to him. He hurt you so often with his harsh words and distant reactions that he sometimes hated himself for being so. Your patience and empathy kept him from sinking into self-hatred.

Over the years, Xiao wanted more, much more. That's when Verr explained the principle of marriage to him.

For some, it was just a formality, a piece of paper to formalize a relationship. But for Xiao, it was a way for him to bond with you more intimately. He would be yours, forever, and you would be his, body and soul.

You had never discussed this with him, thinking that he would flatly refuse to conform to human customs. This made you sad, of course, but by agreeing to go out with Xiao, you were also accepting this side of him.

Yet Xiao tried to subtly make you understand his desires, sometimes making a small ring with a flower and putting it on your ring finger, a simple coincidence you thought.

Xiao, with the information that Verr had given him, went to ask Aether and Zhongli for help. Obviously, the Yaksha was horribly embarrassed, but he knew that thanks to them, he would be able to create the perfect ring for you.

He asked them to create a silver ring, set with a green sapphire and small diamond. Aether took care of collecting the materials needed to make the ring and Zhongli made it.

A simple yet beautiful ring, just like you.

He knew he had to find a place to propose to you. Several places came to his mind: the balcony of the inn, the cliffs overlooking the port of Liyue, Mount Aozang... Then he thought of the cliffs of Qingyun, where the flowers of Qingxin that you and he liked so much grew.

Xiao had suddenly lifted you up in his arms to take you to one of the high cliffs of Qingyun. Thanks to his anemo vision, the trip was extremely fast. Under the shock of the trip, your heart was beating rapidly and your legs were shaking. Aware of your condition, Xiao kept you in his arms a little longer, kissing the top of your head buried in his neck.

"(y/n), we've arrived. Are you okay?"

You slowly nodded, pulling your head away from his neck to see where he had taken you. He gently set you down on the ground, checking that you were holding on to your still shaky legs. He took your hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb. He admired your face as you gazed at the beauty of the landscape, amused at your slightly open mouth and bright eyes at the sea of stars before you.

Xiao sat on the edge of the cliff, gently tugging your hand for you to do the same.

"Thank you Xiao, I love it here."

He merely smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. While your attention was on the starry sky, Xiao took the opportunity to pick a Qingxin flower that had grown not far from him. He put it in front of you, catching your attention again. You took the flower from his hands, smelling its scent that reminded you of Xiao's.

"(y/n), I have... Something to tell you... Look, I'm well aware that I'm not always easy to deal with and..."

"You are wrong Xiao! You are the most wonderful man I know! Stop belittling yourself." -Xiao blushes violently at your reaction.

"Tch, why do you always have to be so... Cute..." - you hadn't heard the last word he muttered to himself. "Th-that's not the point! Please listen to me and don't interrupt!" - he gave you a stern look when he saw that you were going to speak again. - I love you.(y/n) I love you more than anything. Thank you for being by my side every day. Thank you for soothing my body and soul. Thank you for giving me a reason to keep living." - Xiao took your left hand in his, gently caressing your wind-chilled skin. He pulled out an engagement ring from his pocket, making you spread your eyes wide.- "(y/n), you are more precious to me than anyone else in the world. Please listen to me and don't interrupt!" - he gave you a stern look when he saw that you were going to speak again. - I love you.(y/n) I love you more than anything. Thank you for being by my side every day. Thank you for soothing my body and soul. Thank you for giving me a reason to keep living." - Xiao took your left hand in his, gently caressing your wind-chilled skin. He pulled out an engagement ring from his pocket, making you spread your eyes wide.- "(y/n), you are more precious to me than anyone else in the world. I would like... I wish... So much more..." - He hesitated to phrase his request to you, so to encourage him, you guided his fingers to slip the ring on your ring finger. Your eyes glistened with tears, your lips trembled with emotion, and you couldn't stop a big smile from forming on your face.

"Xiao, please say it. I need to hear it." - A tear fell from your eyelashes, crashing onto your thigh. Xiao wiped your eyes with his trembling thumb.

"(y/n), I want you to spend the rest of your life by my side. Marry me."

You slowly nodded, closing your eyes and gently wrapping your arms around his neck. He returned your embrace, rocking you tenderly in his arms, swallowing your sweet smell and kissing your skin lovingly.

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Xiao was already the type to pamper and protect you, but now he had taken it to the next level. His heart was beating so hard in his chest, he had never been so happy as he was today. His face was buried in your neck, savoring your scent as his hands caressed your back. You had agreed to bond with him and he still couldn't believe it! He wanted to be sure that all this was not a dream, he wanted to kiss you, to cuddle you, he wanted to be one with you.

Contrary to what Xiao suggests, he is actually a very gentle man. When he slowly starts to run his hand under your top, massaging the skin of your hips, he will always ask for your permission to go further. Usually he would never make love to you outside, preferring the safety of the inn, but not tonight. Tonight, Xiao longed for you, wanted to unite with you under the stars as if to seal your promise. He knew that here, on this cliff, no one would come and interrupt you, the only thing he wanted before doing anything was your consent, and when you gave it to him, Xiao laid you down on the soft grass.

Xiao always takes his time with foreplay, taking advantage of every bit of skin that was exposed to him to kiss it, caress it, worship it. Since you were outside, Xiao didn't take off your clothes entirely for fear you'd get sick, he'd just open the front of your blouse and pull your skirt up to your waist. His lips will trail on yours for a long time before going down on your neck, your chest. He took off your bra to be able to reach your breasts, whose nipples were already hardened by the outside temperature, slightly fresh. He massaged them, kneaded them to warm them up. Xiao loved your breasts, finding them so soft, so gentle, that he could sometimes just rest his head on them to feel relaxed. He kissed each taut point before licking them with the tip of his tongue and then nibbling lightly. He loves it when you stroke his hair while he works on you, your touches are so loving they could almost make him want to cry. Once he's satisfied with his work on your breasts, he'll move lower and lower, until he reaches your femininity. Xiao knew how to pleasure you with his tongue, knowing all your sensitive places, he wouldn't let go until he had you come on his tongue!

Xiao will undress in front of you, first removing his top without taking his eyes off you, you couldn't help but touch his perfectly sculpted abs. When he is completely naked, he will place himself on top of you, warming you with his body. He loved feeling your hands roam over his back muscles so much. He will always ask you if you are ready before he starts. If you are, Xiao will place his member at your entrance, slowly pushing inside. Every time he penetrates you, Xiao will hide his reddened face in your neck, gritting his teeth to keep his moans from coming out. He is very sensitive, even after many years together, the effect of your walls squeezing him was driving him completely crazy. He will slowly start to roll his hips, his lips busy kissing your earlobe. Xiao would hold your hands for as long as he could, enjoying the pressure of your hands against his every time he reached that sensitive spot deep inside you. He was making love to you gently and lovingly, his lips constantly mingling with yours in a dense sensuality. Xiao accelerated the pace more and more, letting go of your hands to grab your thighs and settle them on his shoulders, allowing him to reach your depths more easily. If you ask him to go harder, he will, letting out a grunt in your ear as he keeps his face hidden from you. He won't be able to stop a gasp from escaping him when he feels your orgasm around his member. He'll quickly follow you, gradually slowing down the dance of his loins.

Xiao will always cuddle you after the act. He admired the hand that wore the engagement ring for a long time, smiling to himself. He took you back to the inn soon after to warm you up with a nice hot bath.

Venti

The bond between you and Venti was great and beautiful. He treated you like a goddess, always looking at you with a gentle gaze or reciting the most beautiful love poems to you.

You had broken the loneliness that had plagued him for over 3,000 years, softening his heart that was bruised by the deaths of the past. Venti finally knew the true meaning of the word "freedom".

With you, he was only sweetness and kindness. He loved to make you laugh, to hug you, to kiss you. Over the years, V thought seriously about making you his wife.

He would often take you under the Vennessa tree, playing his lyre just for you. His voice would lighten your mind, transporting you to the world of dreams. When you fell asleep on his shoulder, Venti would stop singing, playing with your hair and watching every expression you made in your sleep.

You had been living together for over a year and living with you was a breath of fresh air. Every day with you made him happier than the day before.

Venti knew the human customs, having lived among them for a long time. He had managed to save his moras to order a wedding ring for you from the best jewelers in Mondstadt. It was a silver ring partially surrounded by laurel leaves and set with several small emerald stones. He had inscribed inside the ring the V of his first name and the (first letter) of yours.

Since Venti had your engagement ring, he often found himself looking at it, imagining it on your finger. He was a poet, but he didn't know what to say on the day he proposed.

He did not hesitate to ask the traveler for advice and he even went to see Barbara, whom he knew to be romantic and a bit of a flower. She gave him a lot of advice, soothing the archon. Surprisingly, even Paimon knew how to say the right words to give him confidence.

The day he decides to propose to you, Venti will take you among the Cecilia flowers, to Starsnatch Cliff. He would wait until the moon is high in the sky to propose.

You were both standing on the edge of the cliff, silently watching the horizon. Venti held your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. He would tell you about the stars and constellations, recounting tales and myths about them. He would look for the most romantic stories to subtly put you in the mood for the evening.

After several minutes, he pulled you back, beginning to sing a song he had written for you. He hooked your arms around his neck and then his around your waist, before slowly dancing you to the rhythm of his song.

The laughter that came out of your mouth was the most divine, majestic sound he had ever heard. He spun you around before pulling you back to him. Then he stopped singing to place a kiss on your lips, on your cheek, on your eyes.

"Venti? Is everything all right?"

"Everything is just fine my beautiful flower."

He slid a strand of your hair into his hand, placing a kiss on the tip before releasing it. His tender gaze probed the depths of your soul.

"(y/n), since I met you, you've made my life a fairy tale. The loneliness that weighed me down has disappeared and my heart has found a new meaning to life. You know, since I met you I have only loved you more and more, you have shown me a new vision of the world, a world with the colors of freedom. I want to protect you, to cherish you, I want to sing only for you. Thanks to you, I now feel more human than archon, I feel free and happy... I want you to spend the rest of your life by my side. I want to create a future filled with simple joy with you. I want to marry you, my dear sweet (y/n)."

Venti rested his forehead against yours, smiling softly at the pleasant blush that marred your cheeks. You laughed softly, intertwining your fingers with his.

"(y/n), marry me, become my wife. You have no right to say no!"

Venti's teasing side could never help but resurface, but you had whispered a soft "yes" to him anyway, smiling dreamily at your life beside this man you loved so much.

"Ah maybe you want me to get down on my knees?! Wait, I'm doing it again! " - You laughed again, watching the anemo archon take a knee, your hand in his.

"(y/n), I would do anything to make you happy. Thank you for trusting me, thank you for loving me, thank you for existing..."

Venti pulled the box that held your ring from his pocket. He opened it slowly before taking out the ring that was carefully stored. He slipped it onto your finger, kissing the jewel once it was securely in place.

"I love you Venti."

He stood up, pulling you close to him again.

You were like a spring breeze, carrying away sorrows, darkness, loneliness. It would protect you from the cruelty of this world.

"I love you even more. Now and forever. I'll love you till the end (y/n)."

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Venti was making you dance against him, his forehead pressed against yours. His hand was around your waist while the other one was tenderly holding yours. Crystalline butterflies lit up the scene as if to celebrate the happiness of the anemic archon. After several minutes of simply enjoying each other's presence, Venti felt your body tingle from the cold and whispered in your ear to go home and warm up.

Venti loved it when you dominated him, enjoying every moment when he no longer felt like a god, but like a simple lover in the hands of his beautiful one. When you're both home alone, he'll lead you to your room, leaving a trail of clothing behind each of you. He will sit on the edge of the bed, pulling you by the arm to get you on top of him. He will let you overtake him to kiss him, forcing him to raise his head to reach you. A smile will appear on his lips when he will feel your fingers undoing his braids, letting his long locks slide between your fingers before squeezing them in your fists. His hands won't stay idle, rubbing your skin starting with your thighs before moving up your body. He'll tease you lightly as he brushes his fingertips over your intimacy before moving on to explore elsewhere.

"Venti, stop! No teasing."

He laughed inwardly as he felt your hand guide his to your crotch. He thought you were so cute that he was easily convinced. He accentuated his caresses there, pressing and pinching your clit while he nibbled on your breasts. Your hips began to undulate against his hand and since you were so eager to feel friction, he slowly planted two fingers inside you. He let himself be led by the rhythm of your hips, the faster they went, the faster he accelerated too, until you reached your climax.

Venti would let himself go when you gently pushed him against the mattress. He wouldn't let you out of his sight, even when you grabbed his outstretched sex and placed it at the entrance to your slit. He'd moan your name as he felt you slide over him, clutching your thighs in his hands.

Once his tip had reached the bottom of your sex, you stroked your lover's torso, slowly working your way up to his shoulders, never moving your hips. You went for your fiancé's hands, tangling your fingers with his before leaning in to kiss him. Venti closed his eyes to savor this moment of bliss and when he felt your hips move up his shaft, he couldn't stop a deep moan from escaping him. You were there, above him to seek your point G with such a sensuality, he found you so beautiful, so breathtaking, that he repeated unceasingly in your ear of the "I love you" passionate. Venti closed his eyes, he felt his pleasure rising in him with force and he had to bite his lower lip not to come immediately. You had quickened the pace of your hips as you whispered in your lover's ear that you were close. Venti let go of your hands to take hold of your waist, helping you reach your orgasm. A deep moan rumbled in his chest as he released himself along with you.

Venti would cradle you tenderly, caressing your back as you snuggled in his arms. He would kiss every part of your face he could reach, whispering words of love to you. The tenderness he was showing made you sleepy and he had to gently pull you away from him so he could clean you up. He let you rest, hugging your tired body. Tomorrow would be an even more wonderful day than today, for it would be the first one he lived as your fiancé.

Albedo

Albedo was only a shadow, a semblance of a human being. He thought he could never feel for anyone else. This is what his master had asked of him, in order to be able to reflect and better understand the world around him, Albedo closed himself off to others.

However, with you, his gentle and kind nature has always been natural. At first, of course, he didn't understand why. What was so different about you?

Then one day he understood. He had fallen in love with you, he wanted to have you near him constantly, to touch you, to listen to you. You warmed his heart and soothed his every fear. With you, he became so human...

He invited you every day to drink tea or coffee with him. He would make your favorite desserts, spend time with you in his laboratory, at your home or his home. He constantly sought physical contact with you, loving to feel your warmth in his arms.

He wasn't especially romantic, or at least that's what he thought of himself. In reality, he was. Albedo always had something for you, like a flower he had just created with alchemy and named after you. Or a simple caress on your cheeks to put your hair behind your ear, lingering a few seconds longer on your skin. These were all acts he didn't really pay attention to, but it was so adorable and sweet. How could you not love him?

Albedo was an intelligent and educated boy. He was interested in absolutely everything. No wonder he read all about love, couples and weddings.

He would quickly think about marrying you, even if he would wait a few years before proposing.

Albedo would create your ring with alchemy, using his knowledge of metals and gemstones to achieve a result that would satisfy him. He wanted your ring to represent the bond between you, entwined together, without beginning or end.

But he won't be satisfied with just the ring. Albedo is an excellent designer, so he will imagine the wedding dress that would look best on you, and if you agree to be his bride you can be sure that he will create the dress that you prefer.

Albedo's focus would be less during the few days before he proposes. Succrose would go so far as to ask him to go home and rest. Aware of the danger he was putting the other alchemists and himself in, he would leave without flinching. He could only think of you, only you. A part of him was afraid. Fear of rejection, fear of loneliness, fear of losing you...

"Albedo? You're home early today sweetheart."

All of Albedo's anxieties disappeared as soon as he saw you sitting on the couch in your living room, reading one of his books. He slowly walked over to you, settling down beside you. Albedo was naturally calm and quiet, but you could read between the lines better than anyone else and you were sure that at that moment, something was on his mind.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that." - You stroked his hair tenderly, making him look at you. - "Come, lie on my thighs." - And he obeyed without reluctance.

Albedo let himself be rocked by your hands in his hair, looking at your face with intensity. In turn, he raised his hand to your face, touching your skin, admiring every mole, raving about the length of your lashes and the beauty of your lips.

"You are so beautiful (y/n)."

Surprised by his sudden words, the red heated up your entire face.

"Don't talk nonsense. Compared to you, I'm just an ugl..."

Albedo pushed your head towards him, linking his lips to yours in a sudden intense kiss. He couldn't stand you putting yourself down. He wasn't lying to you when he told you that he thought you were beautiful. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful creature the world had ever created.

After a while, Albedo pulled away from you, letting you catch your breath.

"You are sublime. I don't lie. I never lie.So believe me (y/n). I love you... I... Want to spend the rest of my life with you."- Albedo suddenly straightened up, placing himself on the couch so that he could look you in the eyes.- "I love you (y/n), you are so important to me, so precious. You occupy all my thoughts, every second. I'm not human and yet you were never afraid of me. You are so... amazing, so beautiful. Just the thought of losing you makes me lose all my nerve."

"Albedo... You won't lose me, I will always stand by you."

He clasped your hands in his, savoring the warmth he felt through his gloves.

"Then prove it to me. Marry me. Bear my name. Become entirely mine."

You froze, expecting anything but a proposal from your boyfriend. Your heart was drumming in your chest, Albedo could feel it through your pulse. He closed his eyes, frowning, taking your silence for a refusal. He slowly released your hands.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll leave you."

Albedo stood, turning his back to you to leave, but was held back by your hand clutching his wrist. When he looked at you, tears were streaming from your eyes.

"Yes! Albedo, I do... I love you, I want to marry you!"

He opened his eyes wide, immediately coming back to you with a new energy. The clash of your two bodies made you lie on the couch, Albedo above you, desperately kissing you. The sound of a metal object falling to the floor startled you both. Albedo straightened up to see where it was coming from. He found the ring he had created on the floor, probably dropped from his pocket while he was kissing you. He picked it up, looking at it intently before he saw your hand appear in his field of vision, your ring finger slightly raised. A soft smile appeared on his face in response to yours. He then slowly slid the ring along your finger, savoring the feeling of love that gripped his heart.

He loved you so much. You were his North Star, guiding him through the dark nights.

Nothing could separate him from you, not even fate.

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Albedo caressed the features of your face, examining every inch of your skin. His eyes turned to your irises, he was amazed by their colors, so dense, so varied, you were like a jewel. He didn't notice at first your fingers in his hair, gradually loosening the little ponytail that he had taken the habit of making himself. He noticed the flush on your cheeks as his hair came loose to cascade down either side of his face. He noted your reaction in the corner of his mind, he knew you loved his hair and he would be happy to use it to see you blush again at the sight of him.

Albedo leaned over you to kiss you. His hands, once on your face, moved down your neck and then to your shoulder, brushing the strap of your dress as it slid over your skin at the light touch of his fingers. He moved away from your lips to follow the same path as his hands. His tongue tasted the sweet taste of your skin, he placed kiss marks on your neck and then on the border that separated your breasts, where your cleavage allowed him access. He continued to move down your belly, his hands working on your dress to move up your thighs to your waist. His fingers landed on the already wet fabric of your underwear, which he began to rub gently, making you moan. Embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands, which didn't sit well with Albedo who looked at you sternly before asking you to remove them.

"Let me see how beautiful you are."

And you complied. Once your hands were removed, he asked you to look at him. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, how much he wanted you. His tongue was on the fabric of your underwear, licking through the thin layer of your intimate fluids. He massaged your clit with his fingertips, making you clench on nothing. You were repeating his name over and over again, and to Albedo, that melody was the best reward you could give him. He hooked his fingers into your panties, sliding them slowly down your legs and dropping them at the foot of the couch. He was spreading your thighs further apart so he could have better access to your privacy. Albedo was looking at you intensely, throbbing under his gaze. He began by brushing his fingertips over the moisture that covered your slit before plunging two fingers into you with extreme slowness. He tended to your clitoris with his mouth, kissing and sucking your swollen bud. He pumped his fingers inside you, slowly, precisely, touching each time this place so sensitive, so incredible. He increased the pace of his fingers and put more force into his licks, making you moan loudly. Soon, Albedo had you cumming on his fingers, quickly pulling them out to plunge his tongue into your slit and lick your juices. He continued to lick, again and again, massaging your clit with his expert fingers until you reached your second climax. When he noticed this, Albedo sat up, panting and extremely excited. He wiped his lips with the tip of his thumb before getting up to undress. Once naked, he would help you stand up to remove your clothes and throw them somewhere in the living room.

Albedo would place himself between your thighs, keeping eye contact with you. His hand caressed your flushed cheek, moving tenderly down your thigh to wrap it around his loins. He was stroking your slit with his fingers and then his sex to lubricate it enough not to hurt you.

"Hold on to me (y/n)."

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lover guided his rod into you, slowly sinking into your warm, wet walls. Albedo suppressed a moan as he felt you clench around him. He undulated his hips gently, his eyes locked on yours so as not to miss any of your expressions. Albedo had perfect self-control, never once did his slow, steady pace change, even when excitement made his cheeks furiously flush. He wanted to enjoy this intimacy with you as long as possible. It was only when you begged him to go faster that he accelerated his thrusts. Albedo finally let go, releasing his moans and gasps near your ear. He wrapped his arms around your back, burying his face in your neck. His back arched to better hit against your G-spot. Your gasps were getting faster and faster and your moans louder and louder and when he felt the spasms of your walls against his sex, he knew immediately that you were close. He accelerated again until the knot in your belly broke, taking him with you into orgasm.

Albedo straightened up slightly with the help of his elbows. One of his hands ran through your hair, which had a soothing effect on you. His forehead pressed gently against yours, and he whispered "I love you" with so much love in his voice that the mist of tears obscured your vision...

Kazuha

Kazuha met you during one of his trips. You were watching with wonder the maple leaves falling from the trees. Fascinated by your presence, Kazuha stood beside you, admiring the spectacle of nature with you. He recited a haiku, hypnotizing you in turn. From that moment on, your journey together began.

Kazuha was a distant boy and often lost in his thoughts. He often stopped listening to you when something came to his mind. Often you would get angry with him. He would then apologize, promising to be more attentive in the future.

He made many promises to you, surprising himself by keeping them. Don't get me wrong, Kazuha is a reliable man who can be counted on, but with you, he always did more. He protected you from all dangers, listened to you talk about your day, watched you sleep peacefully and enjoyed every moment spent with you.

Kazuha understood quickly, he had fallen in love with you.

Your relationship was a liberation for him. The loss of his best friend had left him deeply hurt, causing him to build walls around himself. But now you were there, by his side, saving every smile for him.

Over time, his feelings for you had grown greatly. You were inseparable and deeply in love with each other. Whenever you went on an adventure together, you did so hand in hand, letting strangers think you were a newlywed couple.

This man is not afraid to hug you in front of strangers. He loves to feel your warmth against his chest more than anything. But what he likes most of all is to drown in your eyes (color). The love and sweetness he could read in them made him melt every moment.

Kazuha thought he was close to perfect happiness, traveling with the woman he loved. Nevertheless, something was missing from his happiness... And the more he thought about it, the less he was able to grasp it. Until he came across a young woman talking about her recent marriage. Of course, that was what he wanted at all costs. Marrying you would make him the happiest man in the world.

Kazuha will order an engagement ring specially designed for you. Forged in Inazuma, he wanted it to be the image of his country, its maple trees and red leaves that he loved so much.

There was one tradition of Inazuma that Kazuha wanted to respect. In his country, before asking for the hand of the woman you loved, men had to propose to your parents first. Once they agreed to give him your hand, then and only then could he propose. Luckily, your Liyuan parents agreed to give their daughter to the young man, whom they liked very much.

Kazuha was walking in a forest on the outskirts of Liyue harbor, with you by his side, holding your hand firmly in his. The quietness soothed both of you, you enjoyed the sound of the wind against the leaves.

Kazuha thought it was selfish to take you away from your parents, whom you hadn't seen in months, for the simple reason that he couldn't stand being locked up within four walls. A part of him wanted to turn back and let you enjoy your family and friends. But the other part, the one that was deeply in love with you, wanted only one thing, to keep you by his side.

He suddenly stopped walking. Puzzled by your lover's sudden stop, you moved closer to him, lifting his face towards you to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong Kazuha?" - He had grabbed your wrists to place them in front of his lips, kissing the palm of each hand.

"Do you think I'm selfish (y/n)?" - His question surprised you.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that?"

"If I hadn't been with you, you could have stayed with your family."

"Kazuha, that was my choice too. I like my life now. Traveling with you is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I have absolutely no regrets."

Kazuha kissed each of your fingers with a slight smile on his lips. He slid one of his hands behind your back to pull you closer to him. Eventually, he let go of your wrist to take hold of your lips. As he kissed you, his hands went up your back until he reached your scalp and grabbed it.

Kazuha took the time to savor your kiss before releasing you. Once satisfied, he went to bury his face in your neck, soaking up your smell.

"Thank you... I have... A request to make to you..."

"I'm listening Kazu." - You rubbed his back pleasantly, making him sigh with pleasure.

"Stay by my side, until our journey ends. (y/n) you are so precious to me, you have been a true blessing to me. I was lost and broken, I was traveling with one and only goal, to find a new owner to my old friend's vision... But since you came into my life, my horizon has expanded. You have offered me so much, brought me so much and I feel like I have done nothing for you. I am... So selfish. Because even knowing that I could never give you the peaceful life you deserve, I want to treasure you for me and only me. So (y/n), even knowing this, would you be willing to marry me? To become my wife and continue our journey for as long as life will allow?"

Surprised, you had not answered immediately. Kazuha waited patiently for your answer, placing kisses along your neck to your ear. Your heart clenched in your chest as tears stung your eyes. When he heard a sob come from your mouth, he tightened his embrace, calmly stroking your hair.

"Kazuha... Kazuha... Kazuha... Yes, I do. I love you Kazuha."

A wide, calm smile played on the young man's lips and when he pulled away from you, it was to put the engagement ring on your finger...

Eternity was once a word that had no meaning to Kazuha... but today, he finally understood its true meaning.

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Kazuha was looking at you intently as he ran his hand through your hair. He tangled his fingers in the softness of your hair, his thoughts completely focused on you, you were so beautiful to him. He pulled you against him again to take hold of your lips, his tongue immediately invading your space. You stayed like that for several minutes before Kazuha separated from you and lifted you into his arms. He disappeared into the foliage of the bushes, taking you away from the path you were on...

He took you behind a waterfall, where a cave was hidden by the water. Once hidden from prying eyes, Kazuha put you down before pinning you against the stone walls. His hands hastened to remove your clothes so that his lips could caress your warm skin despite the ambient temperature. Kazuha was rarely impatient, but the last few days had been so frustrating for him that he couldn't wait to be in a more appropriate place to make you his. You were now his fiancé, the one he would devote himself to forever...

Kazuha let you lower the top of his kimono before immediately attacking your breasts. He wanted to feel your hands on his skin while he was taking care of you. You caressed his bare back, moving up to his hair to loosen it from its restraints. You admired the cascade of strands falling down your lover's back, they were so soft and fluffy, you loved to slide them into your palms. Kazuha straightened up to take your wrists in his hands and pin them to the walls. Defenseless, he kissed you full mouth, taking advantage of the distraction he offered you to sink his knee against your crotch. Mewls of pleasure escaped you, you had well tried to beg him so that it stops teasing you, but it cut you every time with deep kisses. His knee rubbed against your now sensitive clitoris, the slickness of your arousal now staining his leg. He withdrew when he felt the salty drop of your tears on his tongue which he wiped at once. He reassured you, promising you that he would soon be inside you. He loosened the ties that held the bottom of his kimono in place, letting his clothes join yours. Kazuha laid you down comfortably on it before joining you. He settled between your legs, spreading them enough to have a good angle of penetration.

Slowly, Kazuha began to rub against your wetness, making you undulate against him in response. He asked you if you were ready for him and you frantically nodded. He smiled at the sight of your eagerness, and with a single thrust Kazuha found himself deep inside you. When he made love to you, Kazuha was so lively, so energetic compared to his usual calm side. He gave you a single stroke, making you quiver with excitement, his eyes burning with desire for you. He gave you a second stroke, then another until he established a steady rhythm that made you moan in ecstasy. He arched into you, reaching tantalizing depths, and as his pleasure mounted, the rhythm of his hips quickened. You were so tight, even after so many times spent with him. His vision clouded and when he felt you contract around him, letting your orgasm overwhelm you, Kazuha grunted loudly, following you into ecstasy.

After a long moment where he gave you time to resume a regular breathing rhythm, Kazuha withdrew from you, proposing to go swimming together in the pond that fed the waterfall. The usual softness and tenderness of your fiancé was back. He covered you with kisses and caresses, until he warmed you up again...

Childe/Tartaglia

To Childe, you were the true flavor of life. Sparkling, joyful, loving, he lived and fought only for you.

He protected you, brooded over you, loved you like he never loved. He was so tender, so romantic with you. He never showed you the violence he carried inside.

For Childe, it was obvious, you would be his wife one day.

He met you in Liyue while you were playing a game of hide-and-seek with some children. He looked at you with amusement. He immediately found you very attractive, cute and also a bit naive.

This man was spoiling you with gifts. Did he like an expensive piece of jewelry? He would buy it in the next second to give it to you. Do you like flowers? Be prepared to find about 50 bouquets at your house the next day.

He loves to have physical contact with you. He'll never hesitate to kiss or cuddle you in public. For Childe, your presence is a real comfort, you are his cocoon, the place where he feels best.

After several months of living together, Childe will ask your opinion about marriage and whether you would be willing to say yes. The truth is, no matter what your answer is, he was going to propose to you sooner or later!

He would wait a few years to make sure you were safe. He knows that not all Fatui are honest men and women, and some would use you to blackmail him. By the Archons, Childe has sworn to kill anyone who threatens you, enemy or ally!

When he was sure you were safe, he would spend an astronomical amount of money designing your engagement ring. He wanted gold jewelry because he thought it would look best on you. He asked that it be set with a sapphire and several diamonds, stones that reminded him of his homeland.

Childe wanted his proposal to be memorable. He would invite you to one of the best restaurants in Liyue to dine on the terrace specially reserved for the occasion.

You had both arrived at the restaurant, heading for the table Childe had reserved. The night was clear and cloudless, letting you admire the stars from the terrace. Despite the coolness of the night, the candles that decorated the place allowed you to feel a small but pleasant warmth. Childe had asked you to dress in your best clothes, explaining that it was a strict rule of the restaurant. So you were dressed in a beautiful midnight blue dress with a large neckline that your boyfriend had given you.

He let you choose the meal of this evening, forbidding you to look at the prices. He wanted to please you, but above all, he wanted you to spend an excellent evening with him.

Dinner went wonderfully, with Childe talking to you about everything but work, stroking and tangling his fingers with yours across the table. He couldn't help but draw your hand to his lips to place a quick kiss on it.

"You're so beautiful my precious." - He would say to you after each kiss, which made you blush each time.

When the meal was over, one of the waiters in the restaurant gave you a bouquet of red roses. A letter was attached to it. You gave Childe a questioning look, but he just smiled at you with amusement. Inside the envelope were the following words, which you said aloud, "Do you know the true meaning of the twelve red roses?" A little confused, turning the letter over and over in your hands, you looked around for your lover. He was now in front of you, one knee on the ground, taking the bouquet from your hands to place it gently on the table. He took your hands in his, his navy blue eyes boring into yours.

"Childe... Wh-what are you doing?"

"Shh, let me do the talking first, honey. You know, we've been together for many years. We've had hard times, you and I, we've had our ups and downs, we've fought and made up, we've cried and laughed together. We have faced danger and death more than once, I am well aware that it is all my fault. My job and my country are not ideal conditions for a fulfilling love. But we are still here, together and I love you more than ever. The first time I met you, you were playing with children, you seemed so sweet, so kind and so tender. My heart belongs to you since that day. I know that...keeping you by my side will put you in constant danger, but I will protect you. You have made me a better man, a happy man, and it is with you that I want to build my future, my family. (y/n) Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Your hands trembled in his. He didn't wait for your answer to ask you to lift the bouquet of flowers at your side. Still dazed by your lover's request, you listened to him without question. As you lifted the bouquet, you could see sitting on the table a beautiful velvet box of the same color as your dress.

"(y/n), do you know the meaning of a bouquet of twelve red roses?" - You shake your head to indicate that you do not. "Marry me."

Childe opened the velvet box. Tears welled up in your eyes as a tremulous smile lit up your features. Inside was a gold engagement ring set with several stones. It was beautiful and you held it out to Childe so he could put it on your finger.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"Did you really think I was going to say no to you, silly?" - tears rolled down your cheeks as Childe laughed heartily. He put the ring on you, kissing you right behind to the applause of the staff and those in the restaurant. - "Look behind you my love."

Curious, you obeyed and the moment you turned to the landscape outside, a shower of fireworks lit up the sky. This fatui always did too much for you, but that's also why you loved him. He had made sure that you would never forget that day.

NSFW bonus

For Childe, privacy was just a concept, he wouldn't have minded taking you to a place where you would have been easily spotted. But he wouldn't go against your wishes. He loved you and would never force you to do anything that would hurt you. So he waited patiently for the fireworks to end before he quietly took you to the empty upper floor of the restaurant, locking the door behind him.

He stuck you to the nearest wall. His hands were all over you, exploring, caressing and clasping your curves. He was kissing you as if it were the last time he would ever kiss you. Childe was breathing heavily, his heart beating so hard in his chest he thought he would die... You were his undoing. He loved you and wanted you so much, it could drive any man crazy. Without ever letting go of your lips, he lowered the straps of your dress, sliding them down your arms, exposing your bare breasts beneath the fabric. Childe gasped, his hands cupped your breasts, pinching the tips to make them harden. He moved away from your lips to attack your breasts and felt your breathing quicken as his lips touched your skin. As he worked on your upper body, his hands continued to undress you. The fabric of your dress continued to slide down your hips to your buttocks, before loosening completely and finally encircling you on the floor. But that wasn't enough, he had to get that damned underwear off you that was preventing him from achieving his goal. Childe released your breasts and straightened up, his hand sliding over your belly until he reached the still-clothed part of your body. He slid a finger between you and the fabric, caressing your clitoris and then your already wet slit. A smile came to your fiancé's lips. You were already ready to welcome him and he would be happy to do so. He tore off your underwear before starting to undress, releasing his tense member last.

You were both naked, staring at each other. He thought you were so beautiful in an Eve outfit... Hypnotized by your nakedness, he didn't notice your hand approaching his sex, grabbing it eagerly as he released a loud moan.

"Aaah my princess, you are bold tonight..."

Childe planted his face in your shoulder, savoring the caresses of your hand. He grabbed your buttocks firmly before releasing them and directing one of his hands between your thighs, immediately planting two fingers inside you. He was going to take you with him, speeding up the movements of his hand as he did so. You had come first and he stopped your hand before Childe could be crushed by his own pleasure.

He wasted no time in positioning his sex between your thighs, pushing his way in with a few thrusts. He entered you easily and through the archons, you were so tight that he almost came immediately, but Childe had perfect self-control and he began a riotous rhythm, hoping to hold on long enough for you to come with him. He was so hard inside you and you were so soft, Childe wanted to scream out in pleasure, but that might have alerted the floor below to your activities. He had to gag you with his mouth to avoid the same problem. When he felt your walls contracting around him, he accelerated the movements of his pelvis, closing his eyes to better feel you. With each stroke, he lifted you against the wall, your feet barely touching the floor, he had to hold you by the waist to better penetrate you. Your orgasm gripped you violently, making you cry out. At this sight, Childe lost all control and gave you several more sharp thrusts before coming inside you. He didn't come out immediately, first caressing your aching body and nibbling your earlobe before whispering in a sensual tone:

"Let's go home my love..."

Sorry for the time it took to write this, fatigue + work do not mix well! I hope nevertheless that you will have taken pleasure to read.

Once again, I would like to point out that English is not my mother tongue, I apologize for any mistakes you may find :(

As far as NSFW is concerned, I try not to be vulgar, and even less in violence and degradation. I don't take any pleasure in this kind of writing. It's hard for me to admit it, but I'm a romantic (erk), I like it when it's soft and fluffy <3