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OKAY LISTEN. Giving man's gojo a massage cause he's all tired and then it can go yaKNOW📈🎉

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High School Gojo x reader |

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You step into Gojo’s room, immediately noticing how tense he is. His usually relaxed demeanor is gone, replaced by a tightness in his shoulders and a slight furrow in his brow. He’s leaning over a pile of paperwork, glasses slightly askew, and you can’t help but smirk at the sight. It’s not often that you see the great Satoru Gojo so visibly stressed. He also hates paper and work. So this...was...quite the surpise.

“Rough day?” you ask, your voice laced with playful teasing as you saunter towards him. He barely glances up, offering only a grunt in response, clearly preoccupied with whatever’s on his mind.

“That bad, huh?” you continue, stepping behind his chair. Your hands move almost instinctively to his shoulders, fingertips lightly brushing against the fabric of his uniform. You feel the tension in his muscles, and it sends a thrill through you to know that you can unsettle him just a little, even if it’s only through the stress of his work.

“Let me help,” you say softly, leaning in close enough that your breath tickles the shell of his ear. Your voice drops an octave, a sultry note entering your tone. “I’m pretty good with my hands, you know.”

He finally looks up at you, and you catch the faintest flicker of surprise in his eyes before it’s quickly masked by his usual nonchalant smirk. “Oh? And what exactly do you think you’re going to do, huh?”

You grin, your fingers pressing more firmly into his shoulders, starting to knead the knots you can feel there. His breath hitches just slightly, and you know you’ve already won. “Just relax, Satoru,” you purr. “You’re too tense. Let me take care of you.”

He leans back a bit in his chair, letting out a long sigh. “You really think you can handle it?” His voice is teasing, but there’s a softness in it now, an almost unspoken gratitude.

“Please,” you laugh, “you’re not that much of a challenge.” You dig your thumbs into a particularly tight spot, earning a low groan from him. You can’t help but smirk at the sound—it’s not often you get to hear Gojo like this. Vulnerable.

“Careful,” he murmurs, voice half-lidded. “You might actually make me like you.”

You chuckle, leaning down so that your lips are dangerously close to his ear. “Who says you don’t already?”

There’s a brief silence where your words hang in the air, and you can feel the tension shifting into something else entirely. You continue working on his shoulders, fingers moving deftly, but there’s an unspoken anticipation now. The banter fades, replaced by the quiet sound of his breathing, steady but a bit faster than before.

You can feel his gaze on you, those blue eyes of his, and you let the moment stretch, enjoying the way he seems to be caught off guard. You know you’re playing with fire, but it’s too much fun to stop.

After a while, you notice his muscles beginning to relax under your touch. The stress is easing away, replaced by a different kind of tension, one that’s far more electrifying. You let your hands travel from his shoulders to the back of his neck, fingers grazing the base of his skull in a way that’s almost too intimate.

He closes his eyes, exhaling slowly, as if savoring the feeling. “You’re too good at this,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, leaning down even closer, so your lips are almost brushing against his skin. “Maybe I just know you too well.”

The room grows quieter, the teasing banter long forgotten as something deeper starts to settle between you. You let your hands still on his neck, your touch now feather-light, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. You can feel the heat radiating from him, and there’s a magnetic pull that makes it hard to step away.

Instead, you stay close, tilting your head so that you can look into his eyes. He opens them slowly, and the moment your gazes lock, you feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes are intense, searching yours as if trying to figure out what you’re thinking.

You don’t give him the chance to speak, though. Instead, you let your lips curl into a soft smile, one that’s just for him. “You’re pretty,” you say quietly, almost as if it’s a secret meant only for him.

He blinks, clearly taken aback by the sudden compliment. “Pretty?” he repeats, the word sounding strange coming from his lips.

You nod, your smile widening slightly as you move your hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb across his skin. “Very pretty,” you whisper, your voice soft and sincere.

For a moment, he looks like he’s going to say something—maybe a witty comeback, maybe something to break the tension—but you don’t let him. Instead, you lean in and press your lips to his, a gentle, tender kiss that takes him by surprise.

He doesn’t move at first, caught off guard, but then you feel him relax into it, kissing you back with a sweetness that you hadn’t expected. It’s not the fiery, teasing energy you’re used to from him; it’s something softer, more vulnerable, and it makes your heart race.

When you finally pull back, you’re both a little breathless, and you can see the faintest hint of color in his cheeks. “You always know how to leave me speechless,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm.

You laugh softly, your thumb still caressing his cheek. “That’s because I like seeing you flustered,” you admit, leaning your forehead against his.

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he looks at you with a mix of amusement and something else, something deeper. “You’re trouble,” he says, but there’s no bite to his words.

You smile, brushing your lips against his once more. “But I’m your kind of trouble.”

Slowly, your hands make their way off his face and onto his shirt, slipping under the hem and onto his bare belly.

Gojo's breath hitches, his eyes closing as the warmth of your touch electrifies his body. His hands, still roaming, moved to rest on top of yours, interlocking fingers. A quiet hum escaped his lips, "Mmm, the sweetest kind..." Opening his eyes, he gazes at you intently before whispering, " I could just let you handle everything, and I'll enjoy the ride. Just tell me what you want, my beautiful (Y/n).”

"Toru...I want your shirt off, now.”

He smirks wordlessly, his fingers fumbling to undo the buttons of his shirt, the garment falling off to reveal his toned and muscular chest, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Gojo's breath catches, his eyes fixed on yours. Your fingers trail down his chest, skimming across his sculpted pecs, feeling the tension in the muscles below. You can see Gojo's heart racing in anticipation, his breath coming in short, panting bursts. You lean in, brushing your lips against the skin of his chest, the contact making him shiver. His infinity is off. A low growl escapes his throat, "(Y/n)...don't tease me too much, please. It’s unbearable." Your hands slide down further, your fingers tracing the curve of his abdomen, then dipping lower. You felt the heat emanating from his body, the air thick with desire. You place another lingering kiss on his abdomen, your fingertips lingering on his lower abdomen, daring to venture closer to the forbidden territory. With a sly grin, you press your hand flat against Gojo's belly, feeling the tension building beneath his skin. Your thumb grazes the waistband of his pants, teasing the edge as Gojo's breathing hitches. "Is that the massage you want to give me?" he asks, his voice laced with need. You nod, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband, feeling the heat and hardness that awaited. With a wicked smile, you reply, "It's only the beginning, Toru. But I want you to trust me and let me take care of you, just like I promised."

Your fingers work their magic, massaging Gojo's thighs, then sliding lower, tracing the lines of his body, before finding the warm, pulsating length within his pants. You can hear his breath catch in his throat as your hand moves with purpose, deftly stroking him through the fabric, your fingertips dancing along the sensitive underside. Gojo's eyes flutter shut, his body tensing as the pleasure builds, "(Y/n)...you're driving me mad," he pants, the words barely coherent. You smirk, knowing the effect you're having on him, "Relax, my love," you whisper, as your hand slips further under the pants, wrapping around his throbbing length. Your fingers stroke him firmly, your palm gliding over the rigid length, your thumb brushing the sensitive head. Gojo moans, his hips bucking instinctively into your hand, "Oh, god, you feel so good." You continue your rhythm, each stroke more deliberate, each flick of your thumb more enticing, drawing him further into the web of pleasure you've spun. As he reaches the brink, your touch becomes more fervent, urging him towards the edge.

Gojo's body tenses, his eyes clenched shut, a growl of satisfaction escaping his lips as he surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure. Your hand continues to move, milking the last shudders from his body, as he collapses against the bed, breath coming in gasps. "Don't worry, my love, let's take a break and regain some strength," you say tenderly, as you release Gojo from your dexterous grasp. You gently lean forward to wipe his sweat-slick skin with a soft towel from the desk before pulling the covers over the two of you. Gojo, still panting, reaches for you, his hand finding its way to your shoulder, "(N/n), thank you, you’re always taking care of me…" he murmurs, his voice hoarse. You lean in, placing a tender kiss on his forehead, "You make me feel the same, my sweet Gojo.” The two of you rest together, your hands intertwining, and as the heat of the day begins to wane, the sensual energy between you grows, the promise of more intimate moments to come. The road ahead of you won’t be easy, and death loomed, but you had him and he had you.

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Pure Fluff |

High school Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Warnings | spoilers, death, suicide. (Bery brief)

You were always fond of purple skies because they were beautiful and serene. But now those demons took on a new meaning of their own. Purple skies now adorned the mask of sorrow and pain, as you saw the clouds reflecting in his pretty brown eyes, now dull and hollow. "I don't give a fuck bout what you did. I don't give a shit about Manami— about who she is, or who they are. I still fucking love you." It was too much, you felt sad, hurt, angry, jealous. Who the hell was that woman and why was she with him!? For how long, for all these years?? You would go after her personally if you had to, you wondered if she did his hair for him, if she helped him.sleep at night when he couldn't bear the weight of the world anymore…it was sickening. You could feel your body grow weak with the upcoming sweep of sorrow and resentment., and you couldn't keep your composure anymore as tears slid down your face and your heart took a rhythm you couldn't keep up with.

"(Y/n)…don't."

"No Suguru, you don't. You broke my heart…you ruined my life! You just fucking left, dammit— Suguru, you…you murdered all those people in cold blood but I don't care just please don't do this— You dying is something I just cannot forgive. You said you're the strongest, then get the fuck up. We can hide you away, I can take you away from here you, I can  you! You can live just don't fucking do this please —

It all falls silent when his meet yours, and you taste blood in his saliva. And he mutters, softly, in that voice you longed to hear for all those broken and god-forsaken years. "Even after this time you still call me…in that sweet pretty voice. Delicate like a flower's petal…and I hate that I yearn to hear it more, because I'm selfish. At least let me feel hated for my actions…"

"No, I could never hate you. You're my first love. There's no man, and I mean no man on this earth, no action committed, no creature, no hell, that could make me hate you. You…I—,"

"I did everything because I love you, (Y/n). Make no mistake. I did this…because I'm stupid, but not stupid enough to love any other than you."

"But I don't care, Suguru. I just want you, I want you to live, and come home with me— with us. We need you Suguru, I…I swear to God I'll kill myself if you die here." it was desperate, his blood soaked your clothes, crimson red, like a black widow's back. And the sorrow bites into you, poisoning you and paralyzing you with fear as you struggle to come to terms with the truth. This man, this dying man was your high school lover. Your first love, your everything…and here he is, once noble, a bloodied and bruised up criminal with a target on his head. The pretty head you loved to kiss. 

"You won't, because he wouldn't let you." And you fall limply into his arms when you hear more footsteps approaching, and you desperate as the cold wind hits your skin, eyes glossy with tears, shirt wet with ruby red blood. "Toru, please help me." but the white-haired male doesn't respond. He's devoid of emotion and you don't know why but that breaks you even more, because here he is, the strongest, but you can see, his feet tremble and his lips quiver. Other than you, Geto Suguru is the only man who could bring Gojo shambles like this. To break past his barrier of infinity and year through his golden heart. To let all love bleed like blood on the streets. 

"You're late Satoru.

And you swore to God that Geto wasn't the only person who died that day.

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Quite frankly, Gojo refused to go on certain missions alone because he wanted you close to him. It's times like this, when you lay together in the same bed where you fall apart, and he does what he does best and fucks you senseless. "I know you'll never love me the way you loved him." He's still in you, his head resting on the space between your shoulder and your neck, as he presses gentle kisses on this particularly rough day.

"That isn't true."

"He was your first love, I know this because I could never love someone the way I love you." It's funny that you liked  to wash the pain away and drown it in pleasure instead, but you were crying. Not tears of joy or euphoria, just broken, old, sad, sappy tears. "Satoru I—"

"He was my one and only, and I can't even imagine what he meant to you. I swear on my life, I feel sick for doing this, for sleeping with you knowing I could never…that I can't— that I can't be him for you, or replace him. I feel sick, because I feel like I'm not enough for you. I let your lover die…because I was too oblivious and didn't reach out to him even when you did." His words are sick, and you could feel the tears "You always did while I joked it off instead, or brushed it off, I never looked deeper because I never believed I had to…but (Y/n) I want to do it right this time. You're all I have left, so I want to do this right. I don't want to fuck you when you're sad, I want to make love to you, I want to be there for you with each breath you take, to eipe your tears of pain, and being those of joy. I…I want to be yours, and not just as the strongest, or as Gojo, but as satoru Gojo, your best friend. 

Your breath is taken from you when he raises his head to look you in the eye, and he's so broken, but beautifully so. Like a swan, a pretty swan who lost their lover. You don't want Satoru to be broken, because you love him— not as much as Suguru, you worshiped the very ground Suguru walked on, but you loved him nevertheless.

"Satoru, nothing and no one can compare to your beauty and brilliance—" you gasped, when he pulled you in for a rough, desperate kiss, words lost on his tongue.

"We're both beautifully broken—"

"But we both know we can't fix each other, because we're fucked up, we're messy, we care too much, and that's why we're hurt. We care too much for this world, but we can't escape, you're the strongest—"

"We are the strongest, and that's why we are fucked up. The day I was born, the balance of the universe was tipped, and I dragged you— you of all fucking people into this shit, into my shit."

"And I don't care. If I die as a sorcerer, it's in your arms, by your side, fighting for you or by your own hands."

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"You Cryin?"

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Pure Fluff |

High school Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Warnings | spoilers

(I can do different variations of this...including something sexy🫢Just lmk if you want it.)

It's one of the days where the entire group went on a mission. As you embarked on the dangerous mission alongside Gojo, Utahime, Mei Mei, Shoko, and Geto, the tension in the air is naught as you're mostly well prepared and confident in your abilities. Utahime was the only girl who seemed to struggle in holding her own, but it didn't matter because she was still strong. Scared but strong, and you admired her as much as any other. The group ventures deep into the rubble, and what was left over of the crumbled building, filled with ominous shadows and eerie whispers. 

It takes a while of screaming and yelling but eventually Utahime stumbles out and the entire building collapses. Dust swims about the air clouding your vision and when everything settles it reveals your sweet angel trapped under a small pile and her ankle gets caught, causing her to wince in pain. Concerned, you rush to her side, but Gojo quickly reaches her before you do, displaying both his genuine care— although his care is terribly displaced and comes off as assholish cocky trashy prince saviour shit as he declares,"I'm here to save you!" The sun is as blue as his eyes as he cockily steps up onto the rubble, head tilting to the side. His snowy white hair falls into his face. With a playful smirk, his rosy pink lips parted as smoothly teases, "Utahime, You cryin'?" As soon as he said those words your legs quite literally buckled and you had to hold onto your weapon to stand straight. Soft, creamy like velvet cake, it didn't crack, but was rather pleasing to your ear. Tingles shot up your spine. His voice was something else. He was cocky as hell but the way he said that put you in a trance. Joining in you stepped forward, crumbled cement breaking under your feet as you remark, "Keep talking like that and you'll have more than a curse to worry about, Satoru." Mei smirks. "My my, didn't take you for the bold type, (Y/n)."

Immediately, the damsel is forgotten as he turns to face you, biting his lip as he takes in your pretty little form, eyes narrowing as he once again finds you insanely beautiful. "Oh? Think I can't handle you?" Again with that sultry tone, your raise a perfectly groomed brow, pursuing your lips as you bite back, jokingly. "Oh hunny, you know you can't." That was true. You were both hot, and your Caribbean charm added a layer of banter he couldn't find with anyone else. Not to mention your glistening dark skin, the way your eyes twinkled under the sun perfectly curly hair and—

"We—

"Satoru, it's not nice to pick on the weak, and for the love of god, please stop flirting in front of us." With Suguru's interruption you let a laugh rip out as the two begin to bicker like an old couple. Once Utahime was sage you returned to Mei Mei's side with that dreamy look in your eyes. She gives you a knowing glance, "You have it bad, don't you?"

With a defeated look, you slump into her. "It's you bitches with the white hair. I can't resist you." And no sooner are you starting into her eyes, her finger hooked under your chin as she purrs, "Oh sweetie. I know."

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High school Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Warnings | spoilers

Cursing under your breath, you hobble your way into the school gym where the basketball court was located. You were going to meet your friends but got held up in a meeting, so time just slipped away. The thought of missing an opportunity to spend time with them hurt so you rushed off as soon as you could and finally made it. Upon entering you spot your best friend, Satoru, sitting alone on the floor, slouched over and looking somewhat defeated. It's a rare sight to see him like this, and concern immediately fills your heart. Gojo is undeniably attractive, with his silver hair and mesmerising eyes, but what you cherish most about him is your friendship. He brought something unique to your dull life, something to look forward to. He was a major part in your solar system, your bright and burning star, or rather the silver moon.

With gentle steps, you approach him, your heart racing with worry and your brows furrow in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?" You cooed. "Are you okay?" you softly inquire, crouching down beside him.

He looks up at you, a criminally adorable pout laced his face as his cheeks squished against the ball and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Nothing to worry about, beautiful. Just a little bruise, that's all," he replies but his eyes are solemn, his usual charm not fully masking the discomfort in his voice. He's like a kicked puppy.

You can't help but frown, "A bruise? What happened, angel? Should I beat someone up?" Gojo's pout solidifies at your concern. "Well, you know me, always getting into some trouble. It's nothing to worry about, really."

"But I do worry, Toru," you say sincerely, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. Your touch is gentle, and you can feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "You know I hate seeing you hurt. You're too precious for pain." it's probably not that deep but he was practically an angel to you. You would kiss his toe if he stubbed it— if they were clean that is…

He leans into your touch, basking the comfort you offer. "Well, it hurts just a little," he murmurs. He's so needy, he looks up at you with his baby blue eyes, pleading. He knows he can get his way with you, because you do the same to him. When your eyes meet they connect, and you stare at each other adoringly.

Just then, you notice a figure approaching from the corner of your eye. It's Geto. He rolls his eyes at the sight of you comforting Gojo once again, especially after he out— played him at basketball. But you're too focused on your friend to pay much attention.

"Gojo, you really should be more careful," you gently scold, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his cheek, as you soothe his head.

He chuckles softly, "I know, I know. I promise I'll be more careful next time, just for you." He's not weak, neither are you— but he's addicted to this kind of attention.

Unable to resist the impulse, you lean in and plant a soft, tender kiss on the bruise, trying to take away some of his pain with your affection. Gojo's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly relaxes and closes his eyes, savouring the gesture. He loves you so much, he can't help but smile. His ego is inflated as he pretends to whimper, coaxing more kisses out of you and you soothe him some more.

Geto huffs disapprovingly, muttering something about you spoiling Gojo too much— I mean he was right, but you ignore him for now. Your attention is solely on Gojo, and you're glad to see him smile again when you pull l away. He's giddy, and cannot hide his joy.

"Thank you," Gojo says, his voice soft and sincere as he opens his eyes to meet yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, (N/n)."

You grin back at him, "That's what friends are for, right?" He puts the ball down now, looking up at you through his luscious lashes. Gojo leans closer, his forehead resting against yours, Shoko and Geto fading into the background. "You're not just a friend, you know. You're something more to me." Your lips parted as words failed to form. Your heart skips a beat, the proximity to him causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. "Really?" you whisper, breathless.

He nods, his eyes full of affection. "Really. And I hope that's okay with you." Holy fucking shit. He straight up confessed. You swallow hard, as a wave of happiness washes over you, and you can't help but smile wider. "It's more than okay, Toru. You mean a lot to me too." His grin is wide, and suddenly his bruise is forgotten as he quite literally tackles you. The two of you laugh bard, as he peppers your face in kisses. "Oh my God, get a room."

Hey I'm Passcode and I love to write and draw! 💖Thanks so much for all the likes and rebloggs, I truly appreciate it. I'll probably open up suggestions and requests soon.

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High School Gojo x reader |

Warnings |None

You'd woken up to see the sun went down. After the day of festivities you wanted some silence, and bask in the ambiance. As a sorcerer, this was a rare opportunity to enjoy the good in life so you wasted no time, throwing on your beach hells and a coverup over your purple bikini. As exited the room and gaze at the moonlit beach, you spot Gojo Satoru sitting alone on a couch looking off into the distance, his striking figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Under the dim light he looks so heavenly, all by himself and uncharacteristically silent, but otherworldly all the same. As you draw nearer, you can't help but be captivated by this heavenly essence and the arrow cupid shot at you hurts— he was simply too good for this world, especially his mesmerising eyes despite the burden it brought upon him. Your heart flutters with anticipation as you approach him slowly, wanting to make your presence known without startling him.

"Hey there, handsome," you call out playfully, your voice carrying on the gentle ocean breeze.

Gojo turns to look at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it quickly transforms into a charming smile. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite tease," he quips, his tone laced with amusement. You chuckle and stop in front of him, within arms reach and lean down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "What are you doing here all by yourself, precious?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"I'm just enjoying the view," he replies, his eyes gazing out at the vast sea and the shimmering moonlit waves. You know its more than that, though, with the way he taps his finger along the back of your thigh, he squeezes gently before taking a palm and pressing it to his lips, your heart melts. It doesn't take much for him to continue naturally. You were his comfort, you were his home."For once, I feel like I have a family. The people at Jujutsu High and Riko, they mean a lot to me…you know? You guys…are the first people to treat me like I'm more than six eyes, that I'm more than just Gojo." He's distant, just a bit. His eyes land on your form, and your breath is taken away, for the millionth time. Your heart swells with affection for him, admiring the vulnerable side he rarely shows— as in rarely. "You do have a family," you say tenderly, reaching out to lightly touch his hand. "And I'm part of it too, you know."

Gojo gives you a playful smirk. "Oh, really? Since when did you become such a sap?"

You laugh, not missing a beat. "Since I met you, Gojo. You bring out the best in me." He laughs, spreading his legs as an inspiration for you to sit, and he holds your leg, lightly passing his palm along it. It's then you realise his infinity is off, and you keep that in mind.The two of you engage in light banter and teasing as the night goes on. There's an undeniable romantic tension between you, and you can feel the air shift…it's dark, the moon is out and the ocean breeze caresses your hair. You're still in your bikini— and he tugs on the sting of the bottom piece. It's such an innocent act, his attention is on you completely and you know that. You enjoy flustering him by brushing your fingers against his cheek, kissing his nose or playfully ruffling his hair, revelling in the way he stammers for words, something that rarely happens to the ever-confident Gojo Satoru. 

But— even amidst all the teasing, you never hesitate to lend him a helping hand when he needs it— not that he does— whether it's in a battle against curses or simply providing a listening ear when he's troubled. Your flirty and hot persona never overshadows the genuine care and concern you have for him. He's your best friend, after all and you were more obsessed with him that he could ever know.

As the night deepens, you find yourselves sitting closer together, your knees almost touching. You gaze deeply into his pretty eyes, your heart pounding loudly in your chest— you just have to say something you can't do this. You can't hide this anymore. "You know, my gem," you say softly, "you have the most captivating eyes I've ever seen. They're like galaxies, filled with endless wonders. I could never get tired of them."

Gojo seems taken aback by your straightforward compliment, but he can't help but be enchanted by your sincerity. "And you have a way with words," he replies, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. "You always leave me speechless."

Smiling, you lean in closer until your faces are mere inches apart. "I've got a question for you," you whisper, your breath mingling with his.

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Ask away." But you didn't know what to say, your mind blanked out and you didn't know what to say. He knows though, he knows, so he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender and passionate kiss. It's so weird because you never imagined that Gojo Satoru would accept your feelings. You never imagined that this man, this god before you would fall for you. He lets out a breathy whimper, and the moment it reaches your ears you could feel yourself grow weak and you collapse into his arms, hands buried in his hair as he grabs your waist. The moment is everything you fantasised about and more. In your dreams he was more dominating but here he's soft and tender. Your heart soars as you realize that your feelings are truly reciprocated, and you revel in the newfound joy that fills both your hearts. You have always admired Gojo Satoru, but now you have something even more special – a deep and passionate connection that goes beyond friendship. When you finally pull away it's silent. "Fuck— I just— this is…God you're so pretty."

"And you're so handsome."

"Oh baby I know, but you? You are just out of this world." He makes you smile, and he leans in to kiss your cheek, then your chin, along your jaw, your ear—

"(Y/n), I want to be your one and only."

"You already are."

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Gojo Satoru x reader |

Warnings | Spoilers, Suicide, Blood.

"Don't fucking stop—God, please don't fucking stop." Your voice was strained as Gojo was buried deep inside as you struggled to stay conscious. Nothing else but the sweet sounds of skin on skin, wet, and absolutely filthy, punctuated by laboured breaths and the moving bed.

"Sorry baby, I just— fuck, your ass looks so good like this baby, that feel good? Hm? You like it when I fuck you hard like this?" You're stuttering, no you're crying like this. You were sobbing in the bed, voice cracked and gone, sexy, just how he liked it. Gojo grabbed your hair, wrapped it like a ponytail and you hummed, unable to speak properly. It was a struggle to even stay awake as you whined, his hand slapped your cheeks, and he leaned down to kiss it, muttering your name lovingly as fluids dripped from your gorgeous folds. 

"My pretty…pretty flower…My angel…" His voice is so soft yet rough as he finally wraps your hair around his arm, manhandles you, and pushes you down onto the bed, eyes lidded as he hears you whine out his name. "Toru?" He knows you trust him, but the position is new, now you're completely vulnerable, head buried in the pillows. He rides you now, on your back, mounts you like a stallion and has his way with you, and his words offer comfort. "Let me take it away, baby. Let me take it all away from you, all the pain, all the hurt…just focus on the pleasure…sh…let me just…let me comfort you, let me fuck you, let me make it all fade away." 

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Gojo Satoru x reader |

Warnings | Spoilers

Another day draped in eternal darkness as the underworld warped its way into your very reality. Darkness, a deep depraved evil, lurking in every corner awaiting its next victims. Blood, guts, screams, and terror— watching those you love perish before your eyes. That was the life of a sorcerer. For those who were weak, there was only so much they could do, but you were blessed with a cursed gift of song. As you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the cursed facility, you could feel the tension in the air. The mission was a crucial one, and the weight of responsibility rested heavily on your shoulders. As an accomplished sorcerer, you had faced countless dangers before, but this particular assignment had a different kind of intensity. You were tasked with retrieving a powerful cursed artifact, and you knew that any misstep could have disastrous consequences. Your life being taken away was the last of your worries, for this could destroy the entire of Japan. 

As you made your way deeper into the facility, you suddenly sensed a presence nearby. You tensed, ready to face whatever threat might emerge from the shadows. It was silent for all but a moment and that's when you saw him, just in the corner of your eye standing against the wall with his arms crossed at his chest. The shades on, silence engulfed him as your chorus came to a halt.  Satoru Gojo, the apple of your eye— that white hair gave him away almost immediately. His vibrant blue eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity surge through your body. His silver hair, like a cascading waterfall, framed his chiseled features. It was as if you were caught in a trance, unable to tear your gaze away from him. You had to admit, he was undeniably attractive but what was he doing here? This was your mission…

Gojo's eyes widened in recognition, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice smooth like velvet. "A beautiful sorcerer like you shouldn't be wandering around in dangerous places alone."

You raised an eyebrow, not one to be easily charmed. "I can handle myself just fine, Gojo," you retorted, a playful glint in your eyes. "But it's good to know you're concerned for my well-being."

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I'm not concerned," he replied, taking a step closer. "I just can't resist the opportunity to bask in the presence of such beauty."

Raising a brow, you stood to the side with a hand on your hip. This was dangerous, playing with fire like this on such an important mission? The thing is though, with those stupidly pretty eyes of his it was nearly impossible to resist. You closed the distance between the two of you, your voice dripping with playful confidence. "Is that so, Gojo? You sure you're not giving me lip service? I'd say that's shitty considering how high risk this mission is."

Gojo's eyes narrowed, a challenge glinting in them. "Lip service? Never," he countered, leaning in closer. "My lip service is much better than this…but I must admit, your voice is quite captivating. It's like music to my ears."

Your pink tinted lips quirked upwards, letting your fingers graze lightly against his arm, relishing in the way he subtly tensed at your touch. His infinity was off— even for just a split second, for you. "Well, I'm glad to know my voice has such an effect on you," you teased, your voice laced with seduction. "Perhaps I should use it to my advantage."

A spark of anticipation danced between you as the tension grew thicker. It was always like this with you two. The banter and flirtation became a game, each of you trying to one-up the other. Yet, despite the teasing and the obvious attraction, there was an underlying something more between you. You could sense it in the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, in the way he would always come to your aid whenever you needed it. "I heard you were on this mission so I just stopped by to check in. I don't know what the hell they were thinking sending you in here in your own, god it's kike they want us to die." Sometimes Gojo didn't realize he belittled you. Why would he think you'd need help? 

"I appreciate you looking after me, but I'm fine."

Yet even if you wanted to feel offended. "I know you can handle yourself, I really do— but." There were just some things he didn't have to say. You knew from the look alone what he meant. Go to witnessed first hand the damage of underestimating curses and the carelessness of higher ups. He didn't care if you were fine in your own, he couldn't sleep knowing you were out there on a dangerous mission.  He just couldn't— and maybe it was selfish to sabotage your solo mission but that's what he was. A selfish man, especially when it comes to you. 

"Come with me then, let's put those pretty eyes to use."

As you continued through the cursed facility, Gojo remained a steadfast companion by your side, chaos bringing a new addition of excitement to the otherwise nerve- wrecking mission. While you aimed at completing the mission his powers were awe-inspiring— captivating, mentioning, magnificent…beautiful— he was beautiful. He effortlessly used them to protect you from the malevolent forces that lurked within the shadows— and though you could easily handle yourself, you couldn't help but want to watch him. If you fall by a curse's hands, you'd want to bear witness to the greatness of the man before you. Splotches of electrifying purple coloured the room and the shock of the cursed energy poured through you, for just a moment before the curse fell, exploding at his hand. And you were in fact speechless, his ego couldn't be happier.

There were moments when the romantic tension between you became almost palpable. A brush of your hand against his, a lingering gaze that lasted just a second too long – these small gestures spoke volumes. But you both knew that the mission took precedence over any personal desires. There would be time for exploring the depths of your connection later.

In the end, you successfully retrieved the cursed artifact and emerged from the facility unscathed. As the mission came to a close, Gojo's eyes locked with yours once again, and this time there was no teasing or banter. Just a shared understanding. The mission was completed and you were safe. He could rest easy now.

"You're quite the sorcerer," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "And so much more."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. "A compliment from the strongest? I feel like you're trying to flatter me, but hey you're not so bad yourself, Gojo," you replied, your voice soft and genuine.

"But…you know…the perfect end to this…" He whispers, and you know what he wants when he gives you that look. 

"Meet me back in my apartment in 10."

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Fluff |

High School Gojo Satoru x reader | Comfort

Warnings | Manga Spoilers

"Oh baby, my sweet pretty baby."

Hands hooked under his chin, you pulled the boy's delicate forward, pressing a gentle kiss upon his appled cheeks. Gojo's lips turned down, forming a saddening pout as he sat with an empty seat next to him. It was hard, you know. Grappling with a series of unfortunate and life changing losses.

The day he stumbled into your work, blood and terror on his face you knew something was wrong. He couldn't even utter a word. That was not Gojo Satoru, and you felt cold creeping in. Something on this earth scared Gojo, something struck terror within his soul. Then he told you…he was killed. Not harmed, killed. His life…the everlasting debate of many men and philosophers alike— The teenage boy right in front of you faced death, you fell to your knees, your hands shook and your heart stopped. Gojo died, and if not for a last ditch effort he would still be dead. Then, his friend— his one and only walked out of his life.

Now you were left with him and his attempt to live with reality, as he also struggled with being a father of two. You just wanted your friend to get a break, but life had other plans. His composure barely broke in the past but he seemed to be struggling as of late and you couldn't blame him because you felt that way too. Something even sex couldn't solve, as you'd come to discover your numerous hookups failed to prevent your deep plummet into insanity and repair your broken soul.

"My love." Tender, sweet and filled with patience you thumbed at his cheeks and coaxed his eyes open. Once they opened you were met with a deep ocean blue, and the sorrow of incomprehensible proportions. It shattered you, and your hands shook. This wasn't pity, you'd never pity this boy, he was deserving much more than that. "My angel, my beautiful angel." 

"(Y/n), I don't think I can do this."

"Baby…"

"It hurts so much, I feel so stupid, I feel so sick. I'm the strongest, so why do I feel so weak."

"Baby, even the strongest soldiers fall sometimes…you need time to heal."

"But I'm not a soldier, I'm a sorcerer. There is no time, not for him, not for anyone… what if, what if something happens to you tomorrow? I'd be all alone, (Y/n). I can't do this. I need you, I need him, we should have been together…that's what w— we promised." 

It hurts to see him like this, broken and hurt, you wanted nothing more than to console him, but all you could do is sit at the desk and pull him into your thigh as you combed your fingers through his hair.

Gojo was a child at heart. Mature beyond his years, after facing a sickening reality and having the weight of the world placed upon his shoulder. You weren't even in his league, in his world or in his universe. Yet he always gave you his heart, his full, sheltered heart. Something he kept rather close to his chest, locked deep away and covered under a carefully crafted facade. 

"It's okay baby, shh…it's okay." thighs wet with tears, you felt yourself slip a bit. You missed his voice, his touch, his smile, his scent….his voice…his beautiful voice. He would sing to you at night with his ridiculously alluring voice. You called him a siren, but you'd willingly drown if it meant you got to hear his sweet melodies. Now he's gone, and you don't know where. 

It's just the two of you, Shoko distanced herself considerably and you didn't want to burden her, so here you are.

Gojo lifted his head, eyes red and puffy as he leaned forward, in your space.

"I hate this, but…don't get me wrong. People like you make life worth living. I don't always think about others but I don't want to give you the impression..that I'd leave. I won't."

"I know you won't, angel. I know. Let's…go to your room, yeah?"

"And will you stay with me?" His lips graze the surface of yours, and you could never say no. "I will, always will. Let me dry your eyes. I love you, I hate seeing you cry, Satoru. My heart is forever intertwined, your pain is mine, your joy is mine, your agony, your regret, your triumph. You may feel alone, but truly, I am by your side. Till I die." His voice perished among the emotions that rushed over him. He falls forward into your chest and sobs gently. He's barely able to stand as you let him lean over, it's uncomfortable but you don't care. "(Y/n) I love you. I love you, I do– I swear to god."

"You don't have to swear to anyone, I know you do…and I love you too. We can do this…even if it hurts and kills us inside we…we're the strongest— you forbid yourself from uttering those words. So instead you settled for, "We have each other."

For all the world has to offer, none other mattered more than Gojo Satoru. 

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Fluff |

Pairings | Chase Davenport x Cheerleader reader

Word Count | 1409

The hallways of Mission Creek High School were abuzz with excitement. It was the start of a new semester, and students were catching up with their friends and sharing stories of their summer adventures. Among them were a trio of an uncanny nature. Siblings born out of innovation, trying to fit into a simpler world. Chase and his siblings recently transferred to the school and he found himself ridden with anxiety, this new change in environment didn't bode well for him. You see Chase was known for his intelligence and incredible abilities, which he had inherited from his bionic enhancements. This should make him cool, hot, and popular, right? However, instead, he was a short, nerdy nerd with the personality of a snobby egotistical dick, who often bit off more than he could chew. Not exactly your average pearly-toothed jock.

Infact, his brother was the cool guy. Tall, dark hair, chiselled jaw, and buff. Funny jokes, no brain but the charisma pulled through for him. He knew he couldn't compete but he wanted to at least make one friend. He made his way through the crowded hallway, eyes set on the new scenery around him. The floors were a bit dirty, but they were better than the tube he spent most of his life confined to. So, he kept his eyes trained on the floor, until something caught his eye.

"And one, and two, and three!"

He noticed a group of cheerleaders practising their routines in the gymnasium. His attention was immediately drawn to one girl in particular. He didn't know who you were, he didn't know your name yet he felt the need to know you, as any teenage boy would. His eyes flittered accross the room and your legs came into view, perfectly visible due to the length of your skirt, or lack thereof. Gorgeous, dark, and muscular, he could tell that you were athletic. Then, his gaze trailed upwards to your hips, they were more defined than the lot of girls in the school– and well the face card pulled full time. Plump lips, a beautiful mole, and pretty doe eyes. You were practically a doll, a pretty little thing, especially with your goddess braids done up, falling down your shoulder like a waterfall. He was simply entranced.

Then he heard your name. 

"I'm sorry (Y/n). I messed up!"

"It's no problem Em. we can run it again, okay?"

'(Y/n), that's your name.' Your infectious energy and enthusiasm caught his eye. But also your beauty, but he's not shallow! He's not shallow for sure— 

"Cool Kat's leading the cheer squad again." Someone shoved him aside, rushing into the gym to watch you. Now he also know your nickname is Cool Kat, and your real name was (Y/n). You were appointed captain for your incredible flexibility and captivating smile. You had always been the life of the party, lighting up any room you entered with your vivacious personality. As the cheerleading captain, you took your role seriously and put your heart and soul into every routine. You were cool, hot and popular but in brief moments he could see you tugging at the hem of your skirt and biting your lip, eyes creasing when something went wrong.

He watched you argue with someone for messing up the routine but you also helped them improve it, giving them a second chance. "Vicious but sweet," someone said. "Yeah she's Hot and cold," but she's so…dreamy.

Like any ordinary teenage boy— which ironically he was not— he couldn't help but feel a strange connection to you. There was something about you that intrigued him, something beyond your athletic prowess and dazzling smile but he didn't dare to approach you. Not yet, at least 

"You know, bionic or not you could get arrested and a serious deduction in

social cred for creepily eyeing up the hottest girl in school." Bree says casually. Chase frowns. "I was not."

"You were," and now Adam joins in, stealing an apple from his bag.

"Look bro, we love you, okay? There's a lot of girls I'm sure would…date you— if you pray enough— but this chick ain't one." He felt that deep within because he believes it. He does and it hurts so he storms off.

He swore he wouldn't talk to you, he swore he'd stay away but god. He bumps into you in the hallway, such a cliché thing to do. His super strength sends you barrelling to the floor and tears well up in your eyes at the impact. It was hard, your leg began to bleed. Today was a bad day and he made it worse. "For fucks sake." your mouth was foul, he'd heard that about you too but he liked it. Not right now though, he panicked and rushed over frantically. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" and he moves over to lift you up but you don't like this. You hate it, who even is this boy and why was he touching you when you never asked for his help!? "Excuse me," You said and his arms were promptly pried off. The all knowing Chase Davenport didn't know what to do. "Hey I said I'm sorry." Chase repeats and his eyes soften. "Genuinely, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, please just let me help you, it's the very least I could do." You were still upset, hands trembling but he gently placed his hands over you, and softly said "Breathe in…Breathe out… It was like a gust of gentle wind passed through you. Normally these exercises didn't help, but when he guided you it felt different. You could hear your heart beating slower and slower and suddenly, you didn't feel so defensive or upset. It was an accident. He wasn't setting this up to take advantage of you like other guys, he was genuinely a klutz with garbage timing. So you let him.

"Thank you, for helping me."

"Hey, I kinda knocked you over in the first place, which is so stupid of me, again I'm so sorry." But his guilt made you smile. "It's okay, stranger. I'm sorry I reacted like that. I was really defensive…guys here can be weird." And he knows, given that, you know he's not even a normal human being. 

You took his features in. He seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Noticing your gaze, he cleared his throat and announced "By the way, I'm Chase. I'm new here, and I couldn't help but notice your amazing cheerleading skills. You're really impressive." He didn't know where he got this confidence from, but his mind seemed to have been absolutely fucked when he saw your pretty eyes.

You turned to face Chase, eyes sparkling with excitement now. "Hey, Chase! You're one of the Devenport kids right? I've seen your siblings around." And his heart wants to sink as you mention his older brother chatting her up a few times and buying you drinks. Of course the older Davenport got to you first. Of course of course of course. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm always thrilled to meet new people, especially those who appreciate cheerleading. It's such a passion of mine! Although the circumstances are quite…undesirable," and then he's brought out of his jealousy by your words. "Your brother is so sweet but he doesn't seem to appreciate my cheerleading like you do. Say, wanna talk some more?" and to be honest he doesn't even know what to make of this, so he awkwardly shakes his head. Maybe it was a shitty prank but once they actually continued talking, Chase discovered that you were not only talented but also incredibly kind and down-to-earth. A bit snappy— he made note not to get on your bad side— but generally pretty sweet.

"Chase, you're genuine and I like that. I like you, I think we should be friends, if you don't mind that is, I totally get if you don't want t—"

"NO!" Upon bearing his output your heart sank and your eyes widen, immediately, surprised by this. Maybe he didn't like you?

"Wait not no— I meant yes, as in I want to be your friend!" and you smile. 

"Then take my number."

He can't stop himself from grinning like a fool, but he holds it together.

"I— uh, I just want to tell you, while I think you're pretty I want to get to know you for more than that. I genuinely think you're an amazing person and thanks for giving me a chance." And for the first time you didn't feel like (Y/n) the vain, mean, airheaded, snappy and arrogant cheerleader. Weirdly enough this weirded you out, but it was something new and exciting and you were willing to give this friendship a chance too.

I'm in love

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꧁༒☬𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼☬༒꧂ Childe, Mild Xinyan

꧁༒☬𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼☬༒꧂

fluff, casual relationship, kisses, heavily suggestive.

Warnings: Smut with Childe x

Fem! reader so Mature audiences only

Summary: After the situation with the Domain in Inazuma You, Childe and Xinyan settle down for the night. It becomes apparent that two of you have pent up feelings.

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Having been in the domain for so long together the three of you, in addition to Shiki Taishou became close. Sharing a room together wasn't even that much of a problem but ultimately you'd decided to rent out a small housing complex for the moment where you and Xinyan now sat together, tipsy as hell and in the midst of an amazing conversation.

"So Xinyan, you know that adventurer from Mondstadt, Childe?"

"Our ginger friend, right?" She asked, leaning in for another swig.

"Yeah, him."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"I have a crush on him. "

Xinyan sputters out her drink, resting it on the table as she stares at you, flabbergasted. The two of you were in the living room of your Inazuman residence and after being stuck in the domain with Tartaglia for so long the eternal flames of lust and desire burned till naught but ashes remain of your heart. The intensity of your sheer adoration kept constantly on your toes. The weakness of your knees whenever he was near, absolutely shameful. You could barely hide your desires, his electric stare alone was near enough to render you helpless. 

God, you wished you had a spine or a backbone for the very least, to stand up for Liyue and what he'd done but the moment his eyes met yours the spark ignited and all thoughts dissipated into nothing.

"So like…you like—like him or?"

"I want to fuck him. He's been on my mind for ages, I can't get him out. He's been burned into my mind, engraved. I could feel his searing skin under me. I can hear his grunts and I just, God." Xinyan smiled as your head fell onto her shoulder, a lovesick grin plastered onto your lips, even though deep down, you were scared that perhaps it would never happen. He would never look at you that way, or even love you but it changed when he entered the room, barely hiding his own tousled form.

"If you wanted me that badly, you could have just said so, angel." The pair of you froze as he entered the room. His tall presence alone commanded your attention and you sat up straight, thinking of an excuse to explain what you just said. Yet all your words fell into the abyss when your eyes trailed downwards, catching a glimpse of the biggest boner you'd ever seen.

"God, I didn't even see him."

You were comfortable enough in the situation to gawk, and Xinyan, your close companion shared that intimacy. "Neither did I." As supportive as ever, she pressed a kiss against your cheek, shoving you forward, right into his arms.

"I think you deserve a good night after all you've done for Inazuma, yeah? " 

Show her a good time Tartaglia, she deserves it."

……

"Please, just take me already." You begged, hands falling onto his hips as you jerked him closer, a smile on your face as you stared into his dazzling eyes, stomach fluttering at the loving gaze he set upon you. "Don't rush now, darling...let's take our time." His words were soft, hot breath on your skin leaving a delightful tingle. You chuckled, bumping your nose against his, brushing them together before you yanked him down to kiss. 

Childe sighed, allowing himself to melt into your hold as he tugged you with force, the two of you battling violently for the upper hand as your tongues clashed with each other. You won't back down, not in this battle. "Such a good girl." He moaned, "Such a good boy." You replied snarkily, sending him a wink as you dragged him toward your room by the buckle of his belt paying no mind to the vase you knocked over in your state of escalated passion.

Your back hit the bed and he hopped on top of you, following after as he slipped your shoes off your feet as you tugged on his shirt, easing the buttons open. Childe worked on his shoes next, and you two made eye contact for a moment where you both grinned, and went back to undressing.

He was about to literally rip your shirt open when you put a firm grip on his hand. "Wait…wait." You implored, "I want it slow."

Lips curving into an irresistible pout, you brought your thumb to your mouth. "Give me a show, please." You begged.

Childe's eyes darkened, he eased off of you with compliance, erupting into a soft chuckle as he combed his hands through his hair, gazing at you through lidded eyes. "Of course, my love." The way he said that made your heart explode, a rush of desire ripping through. The simmering inferno bubbled within your core. You weren't officially dating and more of a casual fling, but his pet names for you...lord. He patted his clothes down and began to unbutton his collar. It was sexy, his hands worked meticulously but, you wanted to be close, you wanted to touch him, you couldn't hold back."Wait, I wanna undress you." Before he could get further you sat up abruptly, kissing him once more before you got back to his clothing. It was hypnotic, the carves of flesh, delicate blush and sculpture of his body. That tantalising triangle in his clothes– it was beautiful. You couldn't, you wanted him so fucking bad, but right now…you wanted every piece of him. "You're such a tease, you know." Your tongue danced along the exposed skin and he cocked his brow.

"Does it bother you?" He inquired, twisting his head back. "Yes, it makes me so horny, I swear to God you harbingers are sluts." He hummed, slipping his hand beneath your dressing gown, slender fingers rubbing against your beautiful clit. His eyes were intense as he sighed, fingers carefully playing with each fold, gently pinching the skin as he admired.  "You're so beautiful." He leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek, and finally you got his shirt open, trailing your arms up and down the expanse of his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his clothes. 

"Baby," you whined,"Let me play with you." You begged, lowering yourself to his chest, where he made accommodation for you, lifting his shirt off as you trailed your mouth across his skin. "They're so pink, and cute...I wanna-" he gasped when your mouth latched onto his nipple, your other hand pinching the next as you moaned. 

"Unbutton me, (Y/n)," he said huskily before she had a chance to pull him down for another kiss. You met his eyes, staring intensely, curiously, longingly, for what felt like hours.

"(Y/n)-"

Without looking away, you lowered your hands to his waistband and unbuttoned the top of his pants. Then she slowly unzipped his fly and tugged his pants down over his ass. His erection was evident, tenting his boxers so hard he could barely be contained. The bulge, a perfect outline of his long, thick, cock. You knew you were fucked. You reached out and grasped it over the material, tracing along the outline, grabbing it, tugging and pulling. 

The ginger shuddered above you, biting his lip as pre-cum stained his briefs from your teasing. "It doesn't have to be awkward," you said softly, grazing your teeth along his erection.. "It's just you and me, we could fuck today, and tomorrow or any day after that…nothing changes because I…I really want this, I want you."

Despite his heavy arousal, his heart soared at the words. 

I love you, (Y/n), got stuck in his throat. He wanted to say it so badly. But you didn't say it yet in this timeline, not before he appeared after the stunt he pulled in Liyue. Something that hurt you deeply, something he could never apologise enough for.

"Yeah—" he gasped as you pulled him out of his beliefs. "It's just you and me."

….

Next morning your body felt sore, but it felt great. You felt like you were newly liberated and relaxed. Your back was turned but a strong pair of secure arms fell over your body, reaching across you, fingers intertwined and legs sprawled across each other under your expensive silk, velvet sheets. The candle was out, leaving the fresh aroma to waft through the room. Combined with the smell of raw sex, it felt like heaven. Additionally your windows remained open, curtains draped over, allowing no light. It was so perfect. You could hear the gentle strumming of an instrument coming faintly from outside. Xinyan loved playing gentle songs in the morning for you yet it was a bit different this time, romantic almost. Could it be that she wanted to set the mood again? Playing out your fantasy of a romantic morning, except with your best friend here after a night of lustful indulgences.

You felt the bed rustle as a gentle breath was let out right into your neck causing you to shiver at the contact. "Good morning." Childe said softly, muffling a yawn, his hand clenched around your's. 

"Morning, 'glia." You returned his greeting softly, and he pressed gentle kisses against your neck, lips feeling like a ghostly touch. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "I feel fine...just really sore and tired, but really good, and you?" 

"I feel amazing." His words made your heart flutter. "Sorry I didn't clean you up, I was too tired to move after, you're not too bothered by it, right?"

"Of course not, " you chuckled at his concern, it was so sweet of him. "I quite enjoyed having you on me...as dirty as that sounds." You wouldn't see his face, but red bloomed at your words. You were something else. He could see the remnants of his cum on your cheek, neck, chest and between your legs yet none was on him…He realised you cleaned him up, but left yourself dirty, on purpose. 

"We should do this more often, I liked it." Turning around to face him, you put an arm around his cheek, leaning in for a kiss on his lips, settling down on his lap as you leaned in more. "So...what would we call this?" He inquired. You shrugged, "Whatever you want it to be, doesn't matter to me...although." you sat up. "Wanna keep it casual? I don't really have any relationships going on but I have a few.. You know." He hummed. "You were my first, so...I guess I'm okay with it. I don't really have sex a lot but I don't mind sleeping with you, though." His words made you feel warm.

"I'm glad I was your first. I've never has sex either, well at least not intercourse but I'm glad you were my first too...that was like my first orgasm too, like you made me feel so incredible…"It was a bit embarrassing to admit but it was the truth. 

"Wait so you, like don't masturbate?" Childs asked.

"Not really, it wasn't really a common practice to self-pleasure back at home, you?"

"Hm, no. I don't masturbate much. The excitement of a battle is enough for me."

"Oh, so you don't even..you know, jerk off?" He shook his head. "Surprised?" He asked, amused.

"Kind of..but I suppose that's because I find you attractive so I automatically assume you would, I would probably jerk off to myself if I  looked like you." He laughed heartily, and shook his head.

"It's silly, I know."

"Not at all. I think I understand, like I'm projecting my urge to fuck you, onto you?"

"Yeah." You think he got it.

"But I guess I might try, but I really feel like I want to when I think of you but it didn't feel right..."

"Oh? I honestly feel kinda flattered, really." You looked up at him, with good honesty and batted your eyelashes. I mean come on, Tartaglia just confessed to being turned on by you, it felt hot. 

"But…If you ever need help you can let me know…" Y, our knee brushed over his softened cock and his breath hitched. "I wouldn't mind playing with your pretty…dick." 

"I wouldn't mind that either, princess. I'm all yours." 

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꧁༒𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼༒꧂

zhongli, childe, wanderer, al haitham, tighnari

꧁༒𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼༒꧂

fluff, domestic, implied relationship, tbh even if they're not in a relationship it can be casual, kisses , slight suggestiveness

Genshin Christmas Scenarios

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"The Wanderer's first Christmas." 

"This is the dumbest shit I've ever heard of." 

Not so keen on bringing in that 'Holiday Cheer.' He doesn't even know what the purpose of this silly holiday is. He just sees a bunch of people and noise in the streets. Obnoxious colours too, streamers and owes, wreaths and decorated trees, humans were so weird.

"So you just waste money on meaningless gifts?" His arms are crossed, brows furrowed in disinterest as his eyes danced from one stall to the other. He closes his eyes and lets out a long dramatic sigh. It was to be expected, thoughT. This was his first time being introduced to the holiday, at least that's what you think. You couldn't be sure as to whether the Fatui celebrated.even so you couldn't imagine him being too keen on participating but at  least he gave you a chance, although he looked disinterested. 

"They're not meaningless, they're things people like." You corrected.

"Right…" He rolled his eyes, sputtering out more insults. That is until he heard a child in the distance.

"Oh yes! Mother will love this!" The young boy yelled happily. He observed the interaction between the old vendor and the child, somehow their warm smiles caught his interest. The way they both glowed, one happy to buy and one happy to sell. "Your mother is very lucky to have an amazing son like you, so thoughtful."

"Aww, thanks grandpa! Mother is ill but I knew she wanted this for a long time…I'm just so happy you saved it for me."

"I saw determination in your eyes, young man. I knew you would be able to save for it, and here we are." 

The boys eyes watered, as he held the gift in his hand. To you it may have been insignificant but in his eyes it meant the world. It was hope for his mother, a gift to show her that he cared. 

You explain to The Wanderer, the deeper meaning behind gift giving. It means appreciation, it shows love, it's the opportunity to surprise your cherished ones with things that mean a lot to them. It was then he finally opened his ears and heart, although he claimed to not have one his actions proved different. He observed you throughout the trip, and when he noticed you staring at something in particular for too long, he chastised and mocked you with the plan of returning to get it for you himself. 

Once the moon turned and the sun came up bright you noticed something under your tree. It was a gift. 

"It's so stupid I thought you might like it…since you seem to gravitate towards stupid things." 

What he didn't expect in return however, was a gift of your own. Out of pure electro and Inazuman ore, you had a heart crafted for him. You hung it around his neck, letting it fall onto his chest. His heart didn't beat yet he felt his breath shorten, he felt a construction, he felt…what did he feel? You drew him in, with that beautiful smile of yours and he couldn't fight against it.

"You foolish humans." He said, yet his eyes betrayed him. He let his hands ghost over it before he leaned forward. It was sudden but he pressed a kiss to your cheek before he dragged you over to the tree where he forced you to open the other gifts he got, which I might add, was a lot.

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"Tartaglia."

Childe could not take his hands off of you. He was a Christmas fool if you've ever seen one. The season just gets him in the romantic and jolly mood. From the moment you exited the guest bedroom of his home he greeted you with a hug, wrapped in an apron and a silly little hat. He had the biggest grin on his face, freckles twinkling under the light.

"What are you even wearing?" You inquired, utterly baffled. 

"Well, Merry Christmas to you too." he said sarcastically. 

The two of you took a moment before you erupted into a fit of gentle laughter. You hugged him back, and he smiled. The chilly air drifted through the windows, caressing your appled cheeks as he guided you to the kitchen where a feast lay on the table. Every single food imaginable is there. A whole roasted boar, he really did too much but you appreciated every bit of it. "Oh Ajax…You are too much." 

"Every part of me yearns to be the most and the best for you, (Y/n)."

Truthfully it was difficult for him to spend Holidays away from his family but the sea was frozen solid, there was no way for him to return home with you, but honestly this wasn't bad either. He loved spending time with you. Yes he'd rather have his sibling dragging you through the house to play games, and share traditions but it was okay. That just means next year will be better.

Not to mention— 

"Tartaglia?"

Gifts were sprawled out across the entire living room, space drowned out with expensive and elegantly wrapped boxes. Gold, green, red, white there was so much colour your eyes couldn't focus on one alone. Your eyes watered, heartbeat accelerating at the thought of how much time and effort he put into this. 

"I honestly don't even know what to say. This is inane, really. Why would you even do this for me?" 

"I'd go to the abyss and back for you, angel. I love you more than anything else, you know that." He approached with his heartwarming smile. A gentle gaze in his ocean blue eyes. He had lost his shine years ago, buried deep within the life consuming darkness. Yet even so, with all the darkness in him Tartaglia probed to be a more than worthy lover and a true man of heart. It took time to forgive him for his betrayal but he took his time and proved himself to be a worthy thief. The man who stole your heart.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into a warm and tender embrace, he kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear.

"This isn't the last of it Princess."

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"Tighnari."

Christmas with Tighnari, oh boy you're so lucky. He won't admit it but he does love Christmas.

Cuddling galore. 

Honestly, he thought it would be cute to set up a tent outside the Serenitea pot, surrounded by a garden of beautiful flowers and fauna. You had a campfire lit, silly pyjamas on the wind was chilly enough for you both to keep warm but not hot.

He was so beautiful, it was a treasure to have him so close. You combed through his hair, baking in the ambiance. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. The others were busy cooking up a storm in the teapot, but the both of you were content with being alone.

"If you want to touch my ears, you are always welcome." he said.

"My sweet, is this your war of asking me to?"

"Yes, it is." 

"Consider it done." He closed his eyes as he rambled about his traditions, the both of you laughed occasionally as he spoke of all the funny things such as the 'Mushrooms' he received as a gift one year from an inexperienced forester. His ears passed beneath your fingers melting under your touch.

"It would have been nice to spend it with my family but…my twin isn't here." The thought of being with him consumed your mind day by day. It was hard, harder than one would think. To survive in such a brutal world without your loved one. 

Noticing that your mood saddened Tighnari sighed. "Cheer up you goof," he sat up and leaned forward. Your breath was stolen away by his fiery gaze. The stars, you think, couldn't ever compare to the twinkle in his eyes. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers brushing along the length of your jaw to chin. "You will find him, and until then, you have us…always."

"Tighnari…"

His words were great but his gifts were equally as amazing. He brought you an assortment of plants for your teapot, as well as local delicacies and trinkets from Sumeru. He laid them out in a hidden area, decorated by lanterns. He guided you through them, explaining each one.

"This one here is a rare pyro wildflower, so take care of it okay? It has healing properties and resonates with elemental energy."

It glimmered, alms it like a sign of hope. Each metal with a comforting warmth, almost like home. Like your home, your twin. 

"How did you even find this?"

"I know a spot or two."

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Al Haitham 

We know he's loaded, this man is your sugar daddy at this point. Sugar daddy with a crabby arrogant attitude and a body to kill. The moment you wake-up it's scented candles, a trail of roses and a heap of gifts. Oh what money can buy. He's an ass but he knows what he's doing. He knows how to get a girl and treat her right. 

Not going to lie, he had you feeling a kinda way. Everything was so expertly done,  details down to a tea. The flowery trail lead you to the living room compartment of his executive suite and to his room. There you slid the door open and he's in bed in all his glory—and there's a lot of glory let me tell you. Hand folded behind his head with a book in the other hand on his bare chest. You just about drink in his form before an eye is lifted and a smirk settles upon his lips. It's sultry but deliciously so. 

"Oh, so you're finally awake?" he says.

"I am." You said simply, hands twiddling with the silk of your thin sleeping gown. He hummed before turning his attention back to the book. Very Al Haitham of him, to be very honest. Shaking your head, you made your way over to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss him, directly on his plump, rosy lips, running your hands through his hair to brush it out of his delicate face. "You're fucking unbelievable." You said breathlessly, in between kisses. You slid your fingers down his chest and hooked your legs over his body. He groaned softly, and you plucked the book out of his hand, dropping it at the side. All of this just for you, how could you not love it. "Not really, this is the least I could do after you literally saved Sumeru, hero." 

His teasing response made you smile, but at this point you didn't want to get off of him, not even to open gifts or indulge in the breakfast he prepared. You, quite frankly, wanted him.

"Breakfast will get cold."

"Maybe…but." you rocked your hips forward, capturing his mouth once again, slowly…dragging the kiss out as you tasted every inch of his mouth. "Fuck, (Y/n)..." You held onto his wrist, pinning it above his head with your other hand as you trailed over his skin. When you finally let his mouth go, his lips were swollen, you could imagine yours were too. Of course this wasn't enough though. You craved this man, every inch of him. Leaning forward you tilted your head, hair falling forward as you whispered with clouded eyes "You look so hot in bed…I just might have you instead." 

…..

Breakfast wasn't cold, he had it stay warm with a pyro slime residue heater. You were glad, because it helped preserve the fresh taste and flavour. Once breakfast was finished you helped each other clean up, the task was done swiftly. Then it came to one of the best parts.

"Are you ready to open gifts?"

"I am."

You two exchanged gifts, he had much more to give of course but you gave him a fair share of rare books found from ancient ruins across Teyvat which he seemed to be fascinated by. 

Each gift from him, an expensive gem, gold, trinkets and clothes from Sumeru. 

When everything was unwrapped the both of you cuddled on the couch before setting off to enjoy the festivals and festivities together. It's beautiful, really.

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"Zhongli."

He's broke. Everything was purchased with Tartaglia's money, funnily enough the harbinger didn't even mind. He is quite the Christmas buggy.

"Why don't you just get her the entire stall?"

"That might be a bit too much, don't you think, Tartaglia?"

"Well it's not like you're paying anyways." He rolls his eyes, fair point tho. Just this time, he buys the entire stall. They are traditional Liyuen Jewellery inspired by the post adept era. Very beautiful, he thinks. Each a colour that represents an adeptus in the shape and design of their assigned animal and element. They were wrapped in coils and precious gems. Costly, of course which is why the stall was practically empty, at least until Childe drained it of all things.

It was sweet of him, but he was very traditional and preferred intimate acts such as spending time together. He asked you to stay the night, this night in particular he wanted to let in bed and gaze at the stars through the window, enjoying the refreshing air of the chill night. You woke up in his arms of course. His gentle eyes, void of the harshness of his old form. His fingers grazed your cheek, geo glow leaving a tingly feeling on your skin.

""Good morning, my love." so deep and mellow, you could drown in his honey dipped tone. Hair loose, it pooled around him like water, smooth and silky. He was beautiful.

"Good morning, Zhongli. Merry Christmas."

"Ah yes, Merry Christms to you too."

He showered you with kisses of course. He spoke sweet words of affirmation telling the story of how he fell in love with you. He picked you up bridal style, and carried you to the dining room, of course where expensive dishes adorned your dining table.

He's not excessive. Zhongli buys a few things with deep, treasured meaning. He knows you love history he would find anything of his or another, something that represented Rex laps, a being he was no more.

Then he would take you on a stroll through Liyue, the air as crisp and clean as ever, stalls crowded with people. He holds you close, attention never drifting. When it all comes to an end he takes you to a secluded place, one that is intimate. You share a spectacular moment, and when the fireworks go off, you don't hold back. Once your lips touch his, the sparks fly and you don't let go until the night is done.

Dinner reservations were a bit late but it was worth it. He had you all to himself, in the seat next to him. He held your hand, pressing his lips to your tender wrist, nipping at the appendages. He was Zhongli but some habits still remained. 

"To another cherished year of life and love. You, my dear, are my greatest treasure and I am honoured to celebrate this Christmas with you."

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