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Happy Birthday Scaramouche!

Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.

It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.

You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.

His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.

But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.

You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.

As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.

Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.

And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.

In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.

"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.

As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.

In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.

The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.

But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.

Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.

Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.

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But for real I promise I'm working on them!

If I meet them on VR I'll cry and scream 😩💜

I'm making an original story! Here's the first chapter!

𓁹The Lost One𓁹

Chapter one

░Cold░

It was a dark and foggy night as she ran, she ran faster and faster through the woods, she could hear the policemen chasing her.

She had done no wrong, her father however had much more to pay for the crimes he's committed against her, one of which is falsely claiming his own child of insanity and being sent away, she couldn't go back, not again.

SLASH

She tumbles some in a puddle before getting up and running again, the lights of their flashlights and dogs barking seem to get a bit distant but not enough for her to even rest for a moment, she couldn't fathom why she had to live this life, why of all people was the girl who done nothing but please everyone become a target of such abusive. She wouldn't know nor would such a damaged mind understand even if explained.

As she ran the sounds and lights soon got more distant, the forest around her seemed to change both in looks and atmosphere, erie and cold. She could've swore she seen yellow eyes staring at her if she had stopped to check but now's not the time.

Soon enough the sounds and lights stopped all together as she crumbled to her knees and hands, breathing heavily as he clutched her chest, she wore a hospital gown. She could hardly breathe as she had been running for so long barely taking the time to breathe.

She finally looked up, it was pitch dark, cold and wet in an unfamiliar place, however it's a better spot then where she had been, or the destination of her new twisted home to be if she hadnt ran.

Her hand found something warm but soft, she didn't want to look down at what was beneath her hand but felt it was there anyways, she brought her shaking fingers to touch her face, she wasn't sure but she felt tears fall down her cheeks.

She sniffed loudly, trying to regain her breath while trying not to cry anymore, trying her best to stop the shivering that began to spread throughout her body.

She sat quietly on the ground for awhile just listening to nature, the sound of her own heavy and ragged breaths were the only things she heard as she tried to calm herself down, her hand still touching her cheek and her hair falling over her shoulders.

She felt a drop fall on her, then another and another, God's, what a bad time for rain, yet she didn't seem bothered by it. She always loved to play in the rain as a small child before things went bad, before her mother died. She would welcome the feeling of the freezing rain as she managed through the aching pain of her legs to stand and continue on, this time at a much slower and calm pace, her hands dragging on each tree she passed.

She couldn't feel her feet or fingers anymore, surely by frost bite at this point.

She needed to find somewhere anywhere to sleep, a cave, and old broken shed or even an old hunters post would at least provide some kind of protection from the rain.

As she walked the more blurred her vision got and more shallow her breath became, she could tell she probably wouldn't have much longer, sure she would've survived in the asylum where she was originally going. But this place... This place had no shelter whatsoever, it was just death and pain.

Suddenly she heard footsteps coming towards her, she turned her head to see a pair of feet, monstrous type, they were far too large for a person or even someone like herself. Her blood ran cold.

She slowly stood up, using the few trees nearby to keep herself from hitting the ground. She didn't know whether the approaching creature would kill her or help her out, she just knew she would prefer if the latter didn't happen.

The stranger came close enough that she could make out a rather large wolf like body yet his head was a skull with Antlers, whatever this 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 was, it certainly didn't seem very welcoming to her.

Falling onto her back as her legs couldn't hold her up anymore, she tried to push herself backwards away, in some pathetic preys desperation to escape a predator much stronger then it.

She felt her mind go fuzzy, she hasn't slept, ate or even drank much in the past few days, all catching up with her as the last thing she sees is the creature leaning into her with his snout, as if to examine her. As her eyes closed all she could think of was of how cold it was how the wind stung her skin and the snow seeped into her clothes, making her colder than before. As she drifted into darkness she could imagine her mother comforting her but instead of the love and warmth she thought of, she saw her smiling and hugging her, telling her everything will be alright, as if her dying mother never existed.

And as she lost consciousness, she remembered the words her mother whispered into her ear, those words she'd never forget, and she thought that if her mother hadn't died when she did, she might've grown up happy, and healthy.

Amazing Venti and Xiao smut ❤😌

Venti the touch leech

Contains: Threesome. Love & Sex. Character x reader and character x character. Xiao, Venti and f!reader are in a poly established relationship. Smut, lewdness, sassiness, romance, fluff. Venti's 9 inch cock and Xiao's V-line hand-chiseled by Rex Lapis.

~~~》Introduction

It was but a normal day in the Serenitea Pot. The artificial sun shining bright, seeping through the curtains, the green grass and all the plants gathered from the real world swaying with the wind powered by the Anemo energy you had collected. A normal, peaceful, idyllic day in one of the most stable periods of your life. You were not alone, you were happy, you were surrounded by people who loved you. And you loved them back. And you had tons of fun together. Today, particularly, you were having a blast, playing with Venti, running away from him like children playing tag, not a care in your hearts despite the harsh reality outside the Pot. But in your haven, you and your two boyfriends, soon to be your husbands, were safe and free to rest and enjoy life to the fullest, sharing every moment of closeness you could get.

Author's note: hey! So I'm not dead and I got a little break out of college jail to be able to finish and post this piece that has been sitting on my drafts for...TWO YEARS! LITERALLY. I wanted to post it in June for pride cuz may the Anemo Archon bless bisexuality but you know, college and stuff. This is canon for Better Find Husbandos and takes place before the Inazuma Arch.

~~~~》Start!

"Beware! The touchy leech Venti is hungry!" You yelled, storming through your bedroom door, startling Xiao who was resting peacefully on your shared bed. You came running from the living room, Venti chasing after you, both of you giggling like little kids.

"Yes, I am!" Venti exclaimed, raising his hands up high, his fingers mimicking claws, pretending to be a big scary monster.

"Oh, for Rex Lapis's sake…" Xiao sighed, resigned, knowing that all the peace and quiet in the house was about to end at that exact moment.

"Run!" You shouted, exaggeratedly acting like you were scared, taking a big leap and landing on the bed to hug Xiao, all while laughing childishly.

"You have to appease me!" Venti roared with a wide smile, slamming the door shut behind him and pouncing over the two of you.

The poor bed creaked and sunk under the weight of your three bodies stacking one on top of the other, making an Anemo Pile 'Em Up.

"It's heeeeere!" you screamed with fake fear as if you weren't holding the little bard in your arms in a rib-crushing hug.

"I'm hungryyyy!" Venti exclaimed while nibbling on your neck.

"Xiao! Save me!" You begged, continuing your dorky act until one of Venti's bites ended up making you moan.

"You seem like you are enjoying it," Xiao scolded grumpily, pushing the two of you off him, and making you shift on the bed without crushing him.

"Ehe~" you smiled, your cheeks softly blushing "He has me under his spell!" You whined. Venti kept kissing your neck, more furiously after every peck "He wants cuddles!!"

"Roaaar," he purred, looking Xiao directly in the eye while shamelessly licking your whole neck.

"Tsk," Xiao clicked his tongue, averting his gaze, his whole face now flushed as well "He wants cuddles or he wants sex??" He rolled his golden eyes.

"Oh, you got caught!" You told Venti between giggles, knowing that all the childish things were about to end inside that room.

"Any is fine for me~" Venti replied with a provocative smile and voice, extending his arms to trace soft circles on Xiao's chest with his fingers.

"Hmph!" Was the only sound Xiao made, hiding his flushed face away from the both of you.

"Come on, Xiao!" You tugged on his sleeve, trying to reach his face "We have to feed him!"

"Please, Xiao!" Venti begged, climbing on top of him and digging his little claws into his clothes "You know I'm staaarviing" he dragged his words in a big pout "You know I need you to appease mee!" he added, in a more provocative tone.

He continued to climb until he reached his neck, where he placed incendiary kisses. Meanwhile, you were begging him too, still tugging his sleeve, shoving his whole arm in between your boobs so he could feel them.

"Ugh," Xiao protested with a frown, his whole face flushed. But his body started to talk for him. You could clearly see a tent tightening his pants already.

"There's no need to be shy…" Venti whispered with a sultry voice, taking his hand down to the bulge between Xiao's legs.

"Please!" You continued begging, unbuttoning your shirt so that he could feel the soft skin of your breasts.

Xiao huffed, annoyed, but finally gave in to his desires.

"Fine!" He spat "But I don't want anything in my ass!" He conditioned, placing a menacing finger on Venti's nose.

A naughty smile curved up the bard's lips.

"I can work with that," he said mildly "Your loss~" he whispered, giggling.

"What did you say?" Xiao questioned, annoyed again.

"I said you'll have to face my wrath if you don't take your fucking dirty clothes out of my bed!" You interrupted, rising on top of them "You little flea! You didn't even take your shoes off!" You exclaimed, spitting fire at a giggling Venti.

"Xiao, save me!" He yelled, throwing his arms around his neck.

"Oh, here we go again…" Xiao sighed, rolling his eyes. He was always grumpy and crabby. He was just trying to hide the fact that he actually enjoyed how clingy and annoying you two were, always buzzing around him like flies over honey, showing just how much you two were crazy for him. It was a bit overwhelming for an introverted and reserved person like him, but it made him feel loved.

And he would be lying if he said he had no interest in getting some sexy activity that day.

But he would never admit it! He was so easily embarrassed!

You jumped over Venti and soon the room became a mess, all kinds of clothes from each of you flying in different directions to land on the floor. Venti's hat even landed on top of the mirror of your vanity table, which witnessed and reflected all the acts that were about to occur…

"Move over!" You exclaimed, pushing Venti aside to place yourself on the golden throne: Xiao's lap 

"I know exactly how to start his engine!" You pulled his boxers down a bit and quickly positioned your hands around his member, holding it gently, making him flinch and pant in anticipation. 

You licked your lips flirtily for him to see and then lowered your head down to place a humid kiss on its tip. He stifled a moan, observing you with wide eyes, and his forehead got covered in a sheer layer of sweat. Your mouth was so warm and humid! 

You opened it a bit more to let his member enter, letting saliva start dropping down to lube it, and then started enthusiastically sucking it up and down, swirling your tongue around it in the process.

Xiao grappled the sheets with his nails, clenching his hands in fists, doing his best to endure such overwhelming pleasure without screaming. That always got him. Sucking him down there made him crazy.

“Oh, come on!” Venti complained “Let me do it! I can do better! Look, I can deep throat him!” he laughed, now pushing you aside to shove Xiao’s entire dick in his mouth in one go, instantly fulfilling his promise by squishing it with his larynx. Xiao couldn’t bear it and a moan escaped his lips.

“That’s not fair!” you protested, watching Venti’s shocking abilities, horrified at the sight of his delicate and minuscule mouth engulfing the whole six inches in one go without batting an eye. "He's insane!" You thought. That shit was dangerous! He could choke, but he didn’t give a fuck! "Damn libertine old god with a sordid past!!!" You added in your mind, pouting. It was so unfair! He was stealing him away from you!

“He likes my kitty licks more, right Xiao?” you whined, attacking Venti to try and steal Xiao’s cock from him, fanning the fire of this playful banter between Venti and you.

“Urgh…” was the only sound the poor Adeptus could mutter, greeting his teeth in an attempt to contain such a dazzling pleasure.

“I can’t hear hiiiim!” Venti chimed mockingly.

“How can you even talk with that in your throat??” you complained, mortified “How can you even breathe??” just looking at Venti’s scary deed made you gag. That little filthy mouth of him sure was deep…

Venti burst into laughter, the vibration sending Xiao over cloud nine. It looked like he could rip your bedsheets with his nails at any moment.

“See? He likes mine better!” the bard mocked you again.

You puffed and blew air heavily to show disagreement with a big pout.

“Move over! I’m the one who knows how to appease him!” you exclaimed, sitting beside Venti, pushing him aside, and finally snatching Xiao’s dick back.

“Pay attention!” you said, holding it dearly with both hands, rubbing it softly, to then place an intense lick that went from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip. Then you put it in to suck it up again “This is how you purify an Adeptus!” you mocked Venti, sticking your tongue out at him. He looked back at you with a naughty smile and then suddenly took advantage of it, licking your exposed tongue provocatively.

“I don’t think we should fiiight~” he chimed melodiously, his half-lidded eyes glowing with malice. Yours connected with his and you exchanged glances complicitly.

“You mean we should work together?” you smiled mischievously.

“You read my mind!” both of you giggled maliciously and Xiao trembled in fear. Just what in Celestia were you scheming?? He was sure it would be something lewd and embarrassing…

You both kneeled on the bed, straddling his legs, side by side, shoulder by shoulder, and started licking his dick at the same time, making a sloppy mess of hands and tongues around it, pretending it was some kind of delicious candy to drive him crazy.

Xiao let out a wail, looking down at you was so embarrassing that he had to cover his eyes. Now not only his face, but his whole body was completely red. Your expressions, your sounds, your deeds were so lewd that he thought he would pass out at any moment.

"In the name of Rex Lapis!" Xiao thought conceptually, since his mind was unable to process words at that moment. He thought that bard was such a bad influence on you! Xiao never thought you could become so indecent because of him! 

"Hum, humm, hmmm…" you hummed while licking his dick up and down.

"Hahh…" Venti exaggerated, as obscene as he could be. 

The room was filled with lewd groans and moans and the incessant noise of sloppy licks. 

Defeated by the temptation, Xiao uncovered his eyes for a single moment to look down at you two, only to instantly regret it and cover them back with his arm again. Witnessing you two making out with each other, his dick being passionately engulfed in the middle of your soaked mouths was just too much.

The pleasure you were giving him was beyond compare, but the embarrassment you were causing him was so insufferable that he thought he was about to faint.

Your indecent duet and the heated way you two seemed to be enjoying it and getting aroused by doing it was pushing him close to the edge. It wasn't only the amazing sensation of your soft, warm, sloppy mouths on his cock, but receiving so much attention! He had thought you were supposed to appease Venti, not him! But now you two lewd rascals were devouring him like that! The feeling of being so wanted, so desired...it was overwhelming, but he liked it! 

He had to grit his teeth with all his might to avoid making a show as smutty as yours with his moaning.

His heart throbbed hard in his chest, his cock twitched tight in your hands.

"Stop this madness if you don't want me to release everything on your faces!" Xiao finally begged with a strangled groan, still unable to uncover his eyes because of the shame.

You stopped by reflex and got immediately away, but the little vermin by your side grabbed the cock like a microphone and opened his mouth wide in front of it.

"Aaaah~!" he vocalized obscenely "Let it out, Xiao! I'm taking everything!" He exclaimed provocatively.

You smacked your hand on top of his head just in time to prevent Xiao from splattering everything in the room with his tainted venom.

"No you aren't taking anything!" You rebuked, frowning, while Venti sobbed and kneaded his poor little head with his hands like a scolded puppy .

You leaped and grabbed several towels from the last drawer of your nightstand, which were prepared for those… special occasions.

You thought Venti was fucking insane. If he wanted to savor and swallow a load of bitter, awful tasting and stinky cum, you weren't going to stop the God of Freedom from accomplishing his dreams–you would only make sure not to kiss him afterward– but Xiao’s was off limits. You weren't going to let him ingest that unholy, repulsive substance Xiao ejaculated. It was so full of negative karma that it even emanated a black aura! It was a hazard to all of the beings of Teyvat! But you weren’t from Teyvat…

You unfolded a towel with both hands and gently approached it to Xiao's desperate manhood.

"Here we go, baby…" you smiled at him with kindness "Let's get you empty and clean," you said in a soothing voice, going back to stimulate his humid cock with your hands to take him back to the final stretch.

"Unfaaaair!" Venti protested with a big pout. You giggled and stuck your tongue out at him.

"It's not my fault I'm the only chosen one to purify him," you mocked him.

"Hmph!" Venti shrugged, pretending to be offended. "I can clean him by playing the flute for him." he smirked smugly.

"And I can clean him by blowing his cute little flute," you chuckled, shoving Xiao's dick in between your breasts.

"That's unfair too!" The bard whined again since he had no boobs to compete against you. You giggled.

"Come here, you can help me." you smiled at him and handed him the towel so that the both of you kept it well spread and ready to take the cumshot.

"Okay, okay," he finally accepted, enthusiastic about working alongside you to make Xiao orgasm.

You kept massaging Xiao's humid cock with your breasts, while the two of you placed licks and kisses onto the now hypersensitive tip due to so much edging. It looked as if it was about to explode.

"Oh my god…" Xiao exhaled, exhausted. He let out a groan, his teeth as gritted as his fists as he cummed. You caught his release with the towel, wrapping it around his member that progressively turned small and soft again, making sure to absorb everything with it.

"Veery nice…" you cooed, wiping him lovingly with the towel, making sure to leave him clean.

The towel became wet, and it was engulfed in a black aura as the negative energy started sizzling like fire. You held it tightly in your hands, clutching it. Then, you observed how the dark aura that surrounded it slowly disappeared, the semen and the towel turning white again, purifying just like Dvalin's tears did that day when you helped Venti save him.

You threw the used towel aside. You would worry about the cleaning later. Because you were sure nothing would end there.

"And that's how you purify an Adeptus!" you winked at Venti, hands on your hips and inflating your chest proudly. 

"Hm! Must admit I'm impressed," he said with a cheeky grin. 

"Ehe~" you let out, happily, giving him a radiant smile.

Venti extended his hand to gently place it on your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. You looked at him curiously. His eyes were loving and his lips curved in a seductive smile.

"Do you think you can appease me too now~?" He whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You let out a chuckle, your cheeks pleasantly warm.

"I don't know, can I~?" You giggled, slowly approaching to hug him. Geez, his skin was so terse! And you loved seeing him wearing just that white shirt, wide open for you to see his soft stomach.

"I'm completely sure you can~" Venti cooed, slowly wrapping his arms around you, and sitting you on his lap.

"Urgh…" poor Xiao protested, completely knocked out under the two of you. You were squashing his still hypersensitive body.

"I think he needs some minutes to recover," Venti whispered, and you two got off him while giggling, moving to lie on the other side of the bed.

"Don't worry about him, I'm sure he'll come back for more," you chuckled.

"Urghhh…" the defeated Adeptus groaned, lying on his back, body trembling and arm shielding his eyes from the light.

Venti and you laughed at him, endeared by his flustered sleeping form. Then you looked at each other's eyes, both shining and started making out really delicately. 

Slowly, Venti's hands started to go down your body, getting rid of every piece of clothing that remained on it.

"Hmm, what are you doing?" You scoffed.

"Shh…" he smiled, picking up his cape from the edge of the bed to put it around your shoulders. He clasped the green brooch around your neck "Now you look perfect, my Windblume." he said with an apple-sweet voice.

You felt as if you melted in his arms. Damn bard, he knew you damn well! You had a thing for that cape, you loved it way too much. And being completely naked except for it made your heart flutter. He hugged you tightly, resting your face against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was so soothing. The feeling of his hands caressing your back, pressing the fluffy cloth of the cape against your skin was so soft. His scent of cecilias invaded your senses. It was dazzling, feeling completely embraced by him. Like warm cotton feathers shrouding your entire being under the golden spring sunlight.

You inhaled his fragrance deeply, getting drunk off it, and hugged him back really hard.

"Venti…" you sighed, feeling as if your body was light as air.

He lifted your face to his delicately, to place a deep kiss on your lips. Damn, he even tasted sweet. He was your addicting perdition.

He kissed you for minutes that seemed eternal for you, deepening the kiss further and further, his soft lips driving you crazy. 

"Venti…" you panted, completely out of breath because of the extremely long kisses. He giggled in response, finally laying back to let you breathe. 

"I love you," he whispered with a little smile that grew naughty, his hands finding their way in between your thighs.

"Oh~" a little gasp escaped your lips at his touch, delighting him. Soon his slender fingers ventured between your folds, caressing their insides. 

"You're so weeet…" he chimed, placing an igniting kiss on your neck that pulled a moan out of your mouth “Guess Xiao wasn’t the only one affected by our little show from earlier," he smiled while he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

You pressed your thighs together, desperate for friction, trapping his hand in between them.

"Venti…" you moaned his name again, the pleasurable burn on your neck driving you crazy.

"What is it, Windblume?" He smiled teasingly "Want it to be our turn now?"

You nodded your head, your half-lidded eyes clouded by desire.

"Do you think we can do something that appeases us both?" He asked, still caressing your clit in circular motions.

Your breath hitched.

"Am I getting the big one?" You muttered, rocking your hips against his fingers.

"Yes you are. I'm sure you can handle it~" he said with a naughty smile, pushing two fingers inside to prove you were wet enough. It made you whine, your sloppy muscles clasping around his fingers, all of their wet content slipping down your thighs and onto his lap "Shh, as much as I love you embracing me tightly, you'll need to be softer if you wanna do it…"

He motioned his fingers inside you to try and make you a bit more loose around him. You moaned and he shushed you again, giggling at your beautiful flushed face.

"Here, hold me close," he said, making you put your arms around his neck. He put his on your waist and hoisted you up until you were on top of his annoyingly huge cock.

You whined, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

"C'me on," he whispered sweetly in your ear "I know my strong Windblume can handle the big one~" you nodded your head against his skin, making adorable noises that made his heart flutter. 

You knew you could. But only because it was him. He was the only one who could soften you and arouse you and relax you enough as to take something so big in. And it was because he was delicate as a spring breeze, just like always.

"Here we go," he said excitedly, caressing all the way down your back, his cloak feeling like soft feathery wings embracing you. As his hand went down, so he made your body, lowering it onto his member.

You made another arousing sound when you felt him enter your body.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" He cooed in your ear. You shook your head against his skin. It never hurt with Venti. Well, only when you first started doing it and you were scared and nervous. Now, calm and aroused, doing it with him was the sweetest and most relaxing experience ever. You could say that as you purified Xiao, Venti purified you. Or at least that was how you felt.

He smiled at your negative "Can I move then?" He asked, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"Please," you begged, your voice filled with a sweet, peaceful lust.

You clung to his neck. He rocked his hips up and down, getting all kinds of cute noises from you. You decided to bite on his shoulder to stop whining so loud, finally getting a soft moan from him.

Damn, it was so easy for him to reach your cervix. He didn't have to make the slightest effort to fill you up completely. You bit on his skin harder and rubbed your head against his, in an attempt to show how much you loved him. He caressed down your hair, enchanted by your touch.

"My lovely Windblume…" he murmured.

You lifted up your face to steal a kiss from him. 

"Love you…" you said before turning it passionate.

He hummed in delight while kissing back, your love bringing him more peace and joy than any wine. You made him feel happy and alive. So he lived to make you feel the same way. So he poured his heart and soul into making love to you.

He rocked his hips gently, pulling in and out at a cradling but intense pace, desperate to make you feel good.

And it was effective. It felt so good…pleasurable, calming, appeasing. You felt like the temperature was going up, and as you were increasingly appeased by Venti’s efforts, Xiao arose from his peaceful slumber.

When he opened his golden eyes, they shone upon seeing the most glorious scene unfolding beside him: his two lovers, the two people he adored the most, making love in a sweet and needy way. You straddled Venti’s lap, whining into his neck, holding him desperately as he pushed his impressive length in and out of you. Both the green cloak and his arms embraced your back marred with countless battle scars, and even though Venti wasn’t showing his feathery wings, to Xiao you both looked like angels. Like a divine apparition.

You two were a divine apparition to him, a gift sent from heaven. A ray of sunlight in the midst of his dark and lonely life. Here in this haven, in your shared abode, he wasn’t alone anymore. He was warm, he was loved, he was enveloped in the idyllic light you two emitted. 

Feeling his heart race in his chest, Xiao sat up on the bed with utmost interest, ogling you two with his mouth agape.

“What is it, oh mighty Adeptus?” Venti said with a petulant smirk, fucking you harder to tease him further “Feeling needy again already?” He taunted him.

Xiao sulked, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. He didn’t want to concede and give in to Venti’s vulgar ways. But the urge in his boxers, the only piece of clothing cladding his small but muscular body, was demanding. So he did what he knew best: he gave Venti a huge pout and raked his eyes up and down his slim body, its Anemo markings glowing with each thrust inside your willing and loving body. 

Venti didn’t resist much. Normally he would tease him and make him beg. But he decided you and him had teased Xiao enough for a single day. Besides, this day was too glorious to pass. The way the limpid sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating the white bedding of your love nest, made everything in the room shine with a bright light that seemed to envelop everything. The warm breeze that caressed the curtains with the same gentleness Venti caressed your back brought the sweet fragrance of the Cecilias you had planted together in the front yard, bringing back memories of another glorious day when the bard and you laughed and played, getting covered in dirt as you learned about gardening while Xiao observed you from the shade of a tree, sulking on the outside but immensely happy on the inside.

Everything felt soft, fluffy and warm like a dreamy spring breeze. Definitely, this day was too good to pass. Venti was old and he knew himself enough to know exactly what he wanted in life. And how to ask for it.

“Can I get the small one?” He asked with a teasing, playful grin.

Xiao kept pouting but he leaned back against the headboard of the bed, inviting Venti onto his glorious lap with a gesture of his hand. He tugged down his underwear, leaving his solid frame completely exposed. Venti licked his lips instinctively, relishing the delicious sight in front of him. Vigorous muscles rippling under a scarred skin, bold tattoos that snaked around strong limbs that glowed with a mystic green light, hugging Xiao’s stomach until finishing in that gorgeous V-line that seemed chiseled by Rex Lapis’ own hands. 

And then the dessert to that magnificent main course worthy of an Archon like him: the manhood, finally brought back to life by such a miraculous display as the one Venti and you were giving him, stood up eagerly, its pale flesh a stark contrast against the dark green carpet that framed it. It twitched, rhythmically throbbing with each desperate pulse of Xiao’s heart. Venti bit his lower lip with desire, and Xiao let out a grunt.

“Hmph,” he emitted, his raspy voice rumbling in his muscular chest. He made another insistent gesture: his golden eyes, slit pupils dilated with desire, left no room for hesitation. He needed his lovers now.

Such an insistence from Xiao was enough to drive Venti mad. To the untrained eye it could have looked uninterested, but after such a long time dating, Venti knew such a gesture was a sign from utter desperation from the commonly reserved and modest Adeptus. So he didn’t hesitate.

Quick, but careful not to drop you, Venti moved to straddle Xiao’s lap while holding you firmly on his own. He didn’t withdraw his huge length from within you, not even for a single second. 

“Ah…” you moaned, the sensation of being thoroughly filled to the brim, impaled in such a long cock, felt sharper with the sudden movement.

“It’s ok, Windblume,” Venti ran a hand through your hair with a soothing voice “It’s just that Xiao wants some love too. Are you ok there?”

“Uh-huh…” you nodded, sighing in pleasure, arching your back as you moved to accommodate his massive length, seeking for contact against your cervix and clit against his warm, almost ethereal body.

Xiao’s cock, modest in size but overflowing with vigor, throbbed furiously at the sight in front of him. He had a clear view of your rear, which peeked between the flaps of Venti’s cloak when you arched your back, and of the erotic posture you and Venti starred on top of his lap. The combined weight of your bodies, and the warmth of your skins only served to heighten the Adeptus’ senses.

“Someone’s eager~” Venti teased, his smirk also clearly visible from Xiao’s point of view.

“Shut up and do it already,” Xiao grunted, his cheeks blushed a bright red. He was so demanding that Venti’s cock twitched inside you, eliciting a moan from you.

“Fine, fine. Calm down, I gotta be careful. I don’t wanna drop our dear Windblume.” Venti chuckled. And with a strength and steadiness improper of his small physical form, he held you in place on his lap and impaled himself on Xiao’s needy cock.

“Oh, Fuck!” you and Xiao moaned at the same time, overwhelmed by pleasure, eliciting a bubbly, genuine giggle from Venti’s throat, which filled the room like the melodious chirp of a bird.

“Oh, Venti, oh, damn…” you whined and whimpered, clinging to his neck for dear life as you felt as if every thrust of his hips into you was dismantling your body and replacing every bone with pleasure. He was so big, he didn’t need to push hard or harshly. The steady, sweet rhythm of his thrusts was like a lullaby that appeased both your body and soul “So good…”

Venti whispered some sweet words in your ear before kissing it, and then made eye contact with Xiao.

“You’ll have to move, let’s set the pace together.” Venti told him with a seductive smirk, his lips always pressed to your neck.

“F-fine…” Xiao moaned, one of his hands finding purchase on your rear and the other one on Venti’s knee, trying to hold onto you for dear life. He knew that in this position he couldn’t have the luxury of Venti massacrating him in seconds with his dangerous ass.

But he was ok with it. Making love like this, slowly, steadily, savoring each second and basking in the morning light felt just right. Like a piece of paradise made reality. This day was truly perfect, idyllic, lush, filled with harmony.

Everything felt just right, just in place. Everything was in place. For the three of you. Your hands, your mouths, your sexes too. Bodies, minds and souls aligned in a single moment, in a single shared purpose, that of losing yourselves in the others to finally feel found. Three hearts beating in unison to weave a symphony of love, desire and companionship.

And the three of you enjoyed it thoroughly, moving steadily, making sure it would last. The moment might not be eternal, but one thing remained true: there was true, sincere love within those sheets, and the memory of that day, of those kisses, of those dreams shared together would be engraved on your memories for the rest of your lives.

“I love you…I love you…” you whined, clinging tightly to Venti’s neck, one sigh for each of your beloved soulmates.

“I love you…I love you…” Xiao echoed, his voice almost a howl, baring his fangs in a heartfelt desperation as he pulled the both of you closer against his love-starved body.

“My lovely doves…you truly are breathtaking…” Venti smiled sweetly, running a hand through your hair and gazing over the two of you, his fragile but strong lovers whose scarred and earthly appearance perfectly complemented his angelic looks.

“Venti…” you prayed, caressing his glowing braids to then move your hands to rake your nails softly down his back. Xiao echoed, his claws digging into Venti’s knee, as gently as he could, contained by his gloves.

And Venti smiled, knowing exactly what you two wanted.

“Fine, fine.” He chuckled, letting out his wings, the majestic sight eliciting a sound of awe from Xiao and you. Soft feathers came off his wings, the spring breeze that sneaked through the windows making them graze against your skin. You and Xiao moaned, feeling  Venti thoroughly making love to the both of you, both through his body and through the wind.

What a life changing experience, to be made love to in body and soul. It made your hearts tremble, your very essences quiver as the utter need was  appeased in a nurturing way.

“Yes, yes. I love you, my Windblumes. My family…” Venti chuckled warmly, rocking his hips gently to the rhythm of your shared love, riding Xiao, letting himself be ridden by you. Losing himself in being thoroughly loved and needed until his wings flapped in pleasure.

That morning was idyllic, perfect, pure. And a lot of things were true. Your shared love, your shared dreams, and the fact that no matter how long you lived, the three of you forever remembered that day.

~~~》The End ♡

So that was all for today! Oof, that was long as Venti's cock! Probably that's the reason I struggle so much with finishing and posting fics... :3 My intention is to start making things shorter. Assembled Love future chapters will be as short as possible and despite I'm continuing all my series, I'm also planning to post one-shots. Vast majority will probably be Kuni related, since he is my beloved. Consider this fic a testament to the devotion I used to profess for Venti and Xiao before he wormed his way into my heart, capturing it completely, slowly climbing to the top of the ranking! I'm not that interested in writing about Venti and Xiao as main love interests anymore, but I love having them as supporting characters (I tend to ship them) and I also have lots of unfinished fics in which they are the main love interest that I'm trying to finish. I might not be that into writing for them rn but I love the fluffy feeling I used to have about them and that is present in my old fics ♡

What to expect from this blog from now on: always expect the unexpected, but

Lots of Venti and Xiao old fics that I'm trying to finish, mostly short scenes.

The rest of this pending fics list

Requests I'm working on, (my requests are always open, from now on I'm making them shorter so I can post them ASAP instead of writing a whole ass fic 3k word fic as I did with my first requests)

Shorter posts like headcanons and bullet list brainrots.

Unfinished stuff I didn't know how to finish but I liked too much to let fall into oblivion.

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I love your writing! May I request a Gojo x Curse Femreader smut? 🥺 maybe like where he uses his usual playboy tactics on her? Thank you! ❤

thank you for reading and liking my stuff! hope you enjoy this, had a lot of fun with it. thanks @kyokokittykat for looking it over as usual <3 bon appetit freaks :P 

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word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI - noncon, fingering, humiliation, reader called a whore, gagging, pinning, edging, mention of blood, autassassinophilia, mention of a dead body, curse reader, gojo being a bitch etc.etc. (eg: activating his domain expansion in reader’s pussy sjsjsksksks)

For a special grade curse, you’d think you’d be a little smarter.

Since you were the highest class of curse, you had the intellect of a human so you could communicate just as well as the next person. You also took on a human physique so you blended quite well with the crowd. However, if somebody were to take a good look underneath your bangs - granted they had the ability to see you - they’d see you were hiding a small set of horns. Most humanoid curses had some kind of body modification, yours being protruding bone structures that you could regrow, lengthen, and remove from your body to attack.

As a curse you never had anything to do, per se. You’d heard rumblings about Mahito working with a Jujutsu sorcerer to unleash some havoc or other, but you weren’t interested in accomplishing any kind of goal. You didn’t have any motivation to release some kind of great evil upon the world, but that’s not to say you wouldn’t scare the crap out of a random kid who wandered around your territory.

You technically could leave the sanctuary of your abandoned church if you wanted to. Special grades had ways to get out of their bindings to the places they were born, but you never bothered. You were - for all that concerned you - happy. You had a whole building to yourself and anyone who dared disturb you would surely pay the consequences. You tried to keep quiet so as not to invite any sorcerers to your realm. There was one problem, though: you were keeping one of Sukuna’s fingers.

You were kicking yourself now for not chucking it into a lake somewhere. You wanted no business with such things. Although it would have granted you great power, you knew if Sukuna ever came looking for it you wouldn’t stand a chance of fending him off. There was also Gojo Satoru, another person you didn’t want looking for the artifact.

Every curse with some kind of consciousness was petrified of the guy. You had heard him and his students were collecting the fingers so when you realized your predicament you couldn't hold back a shiver.

You didn’t even know you were in possession of one until you accidentally uncovered it after throwing a wandering pedestrian against the wall causing some of the brick to break and reveal a precariously wrapped box. You sensed the power as soon as the wall crumbled, so why did you open it if you knew it was trouble? These humans and their damn curiosity are rubbing off on me you thought as you gazed at the unconscious person on the floor. They were motivated by the same curiosity you were moments ago when they stumbled across your abandoned ruins. And now look at what fate has brought them - you swallowed fearing what would become of you.

You knew every curse and sorcerer within a mile radius would be after you soon, your quiet peace compromised by this decaying finger. You thought about throwing it away, but remnants of the scent and power would still remain for a while, long enough for enemies to invade your space.

All you could do was wait.

He came at night. The eccentric cathedral door creaked open loudly, followed by slow, crisp footsteps that were radiated by the acoustics of the church. The door closed behind him, the only light in the place was through the stained glass windows. You could barely make out his figure from where he was standing, but you’d recognize that uniform and sly smile anywhere.

You had hoped it was Sukuna who had found you out because at least you shared a commonality and perhaps he would be kind enough to make you his slave instead of killing you outright. But a Jujutsu Sorcerer had no such kindness; you were simply a pest that needed to be exterminated.

“My, my!” he sang, “what do we have here? You’re very pretty for a curse, beautiful even.” His tone lacked sincerity and he spoke in the most syrupy voice, you nearly gagged in disgust thinking that silly mortal women would fall for such cheap chivalry.

“State your claim, sorcerer,” you said stiffly. “I haven’t caused any trouble, you have no reason to be here.” “Oh?” he said, taking another step forward. “And who’s this? A friend?” He gestured towards the bloody unconscious body buried head first in the wall. Oops, forgot to hide them.

You bite your lip at your own stupidity. “That was not my fault, they entered my territory. The same will happen to you if you don’t leave immediately.” You were doing your best to scare him off so you wouldn’t have to fight him but it seemed you were only amusing him. He took another few steps forward and smiled a little wider when you took equal steps back.

“I wonder about that. You seem nervous. I can make your end fast if you cooperate.”

“Cooperate?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“I think you know why I’m here. Sitting on one of Sukuna’s fingers doesn’t sound like staying out of trouble, does it, Miss - uh, what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t. And I don’t have a finger, I don’t want anything to do with that thing.”

He was nearly a foot away from you when he started to chide at you. “Tsk tsk, my you lie quite a bit. That isn’t a very good look for you Miss Curse.” “Don’t call me that! How dare you disrespect me in my own home.” “Fine then, sweetheart. How about that?”

You realized that you would not be able to talk your way out of this one so you took a leap of faith and lunged forward to attack. Even with his eyes concealed he was strong - it was as if he knew what you were going to do before you actually did it. You were blindingly fast with a jab of your horn, but he sidestepped just as quickly and grabbed your weapon with his bare hand.

“Please, you’re only embarrassing yourself. Where is it?”

“I told you -” you try another attack “- I don’t have it!”

The universe must have been against you tonight because as you leaped forward again, Sukuna’s dead finger fell out of your pocket, right in front of your enemy’s foot.

He smiled silently, but giddily; you were certain this cruel grin would be the last thing you saw.

But you refused to give in to this cocky, incompetent, pathetic human. Instead of admitting defeat, you stepped on the finger with your foot to prevent Gojo from picking it up. He looked surprised for a moment - but only for a moment.

His smile returned. “Boy you really are a stubborn thing aren’t you? I don’t usually give curses this many chances, I must really like you.”

“I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

“Ha! Good one. Now hand it over sweetheart.”

“No.”

He sighed and lifted a hand towards his blindfold. You jerked back hard enough to almost move your foot off the lost artifact, but you caught yourself just in time. You’d heard about the blue oblivions he kept behind that dark fabric; more importantly, you knew what they were capable of. The Gojos possess the art of the Six Eyes, an ocular jujutsu unlike any other. If this was going to be your last stand it would most certainly be painful.

It’s like staring into a void. Both full of colour yet full of nothing; they hid in plain sight under the moonlight. They were the same hue as the sky on a calm sunny day but never once had you looked up at the sky and felt nothing. He may be wearing a smile but you couldn’t see a hint of it in those eyes.

You were stunned in place staring into his blue orbs, back against the wall, foot still on Sukuna’s finger. “You know,” he says, piercing his gaze into yours, “without my blindfold I can see the flow of cursed energy much more clearly.”

You stutter out an “A-and?”

“And I can see where yours is concentrated. I knew you were a sweet thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eyes still fixed on yours, he plants his palm next to your head against the wall. You can’t peel your eyes off of him so you don’t see his hand trail up your hip, but you do welp when you feel a cold finger trace around your lower stomach. Never in your hundreds of years of haunting this world have you ever felt so small and insignificant. You want to be furious at how much he’s ridiculed you, disrespected you, belittled you, but you can’t bring yourself to place the anger.

All you feel is fear, with a hint of lust.

Okay, a lot of lust.

“I’m talking about right here.” He rubs gentle but forbidding circles on your abdomen as he speaks to you. His hands are cold but the heat in your core brings warmth to your lower body; his fingers tingle as he touches you.

“Get off me” you hiss. Finally the anger is beginning to seethe out as you find the will to extend your other horn. This time, you actually hit him - or well you think you did. He doesn’t flinch when the bone makes contact, but when you squint you can see there is actually about a centimetre clearance between his body and your weapon.

“It’s called ‘Limitless’,” he tells you, unsurprised by your attack. “It’s like a barrier. In other words, you can’t touch me…”

He moves his hand dangerously close to your aching cunt.

“... but I can touch you.”

You growl again at his advance and try another attack but he doesn’t humour you by letting you complete it this time. Your hands are caught before you can move them more than three inches and are pinned to the wall.

“You won’t be needing those, don’t worry.”

“You son of a -” your words are cut off by Gojo's blindfold being stuffed into your mouth. Drool forms around the thick fabric as you struggle to move it. He deftly ties it around your head.

“Mm that’s better.” He drags his gaze down your body, ignoring the cries coming from your mouth. You watch him through wide eyes as he drinks up the sight of your body squirming against the wall trying pathetically to free yourself from him. The hand on your abdomen moves smoothly up and down your torso, eventually stopping at your breasts. You shiver every time he moves his hand; partly from the coldness of his fingers, partly from the pleasure.

He ghosts a hand over your tits, moving the fabric covering them to expose you. “Truly,” he breathes, “I’ve never seen anything quite like you. Such a shame I have to kill you.”

Your eyes furrow in anger, your face tense from fighting against the gag. Drool drips down your jaw, slowly covering your chest in spit. Your tits glisten from the wetness, sparkling almost as much as his eyes.

It's strange, your predicament. For a supernatural being with extraordinary power, you crumbled so quickly. Because you experience human emotion - or as close to human emotion as you can get for a curse - things like lust and infatuation and arousal weren't necessarily foreign to you. That much you could understand: Gojo was attractive and confident, qualities both mortals and otherworldly creatures could appreciate. But there was something else about this situation that sparked your arousal that you could put a finger to if you willed yourself hard enough, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that although this man was supposed to be your enemy, and although he could kill you with a cross of his fingers if you like, part of you wanted to be subject to such cruelty, no matter how sick it may be.

Maybe you provoked him so much because you wanted him to kill you.

“I have to restrain myself though," he says, "since I’m working. If I go any further I don’t think I could stop.” He leaves your nipples to harden from the cool air. They pulse lightly from neglect - although you hate him, you’d wish he’d do you the courtesy of touching you properly.

That thought is stopped when his long fingers trail back down to your abdomen, this time meeting the apex of your thighs.

“Although,” he continues, “I think I can afford a little fun.”

He teases you, rubbing you with two fingers over your core. You try to scream to make him stop but your pussy tells a different story. He can feel the wetness already. He somehow has forced your body into submission against your will; that kind of power is more terrifying than any curse is capable of.

He laughs mockingly. “You’re weak, aren’t you?”

You struggle in his grasp. You don’t even care about killing him right now, you are just desperate to get him off you before he -

“Ah, so wet for me. Little whore.” He’s knuckle deep in your sobbing pussy before you can register what he’s doing. Gojo slowly moves his way steadily towards the back of your wall, immediately finding your spongy nerves. He pets it thoughtfully, feeling around the sensitive area, relishing in the shaking of your legs.

The little fight you have left is spent trying to formulate coherent words through the cloth, but it’s to no avail. You can’t even free yourself from his strong grasp to extend another horn. Your immortal, all powerful body is whittling away to nothing. It’s utterly humiliating.

He pumps at that agonizingly slow pace for what feels like hours. It’s weird because as lewd as the imagery of you pinned to a wall dripping on another man’s fingers may be, there was something awfully clinical about it. His eyes were patronizing, not in an alluring kind of way, but in a threatening “I dare you” kind of way. On top of that, his hands were feeling around your gummy walls almost mechanically as if he were searching for something. Where he lacked passion he made up for in skill and precision, leaving you on the edge just with his two fingers.

You almost didn’t notice it but you felt a sudden stretch of your walls, like he was scissoring inside you. But then you looked around the room and saw stars - not just from him fingering you into oblivion, but actual oblivion.

He wasn’t scissoring you, he was crossing his fingers.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. You knew your predicament. He had activated his domain expansion so there was no way you could dodge his attacks. Not that there is much you can do while gagged and pinned to a wall but still.

He keeps his fingers deep inside you, untangling them and curving them back to the way they were so he could go back to hitting your G-spot.

You were terrified from the suspense of not knowing when he was going to attack under his barrier, and you began to realize that may have been his intention. Perhaps he had just activated it to scare you, to remind you that you are so incredibly weak that although he could kill you at any moment, he chose to finger you in the middle of a church to get you to succumb to him.

And it worked. You were on the edge of an orgasm, desperately trying to suppress the tension when you had squirmed and accidentally lifted your foot off Sukuna’s finger. When you realized what you had done your eyes went wide as Gojo swooped down to pick it up. He winked as he removed his hands from your wrists, allowing blood to flow to your hands again. He lazily removed his fingers from you and the darkness of the room vanished, undoing his expansion. He walked away with his hands in his pocket, whistling as if he was taking a stroll through the park.

“W-wait!” Frustration rushed over you as you breathlessly called after him, half-hoping he would turn around to finish what he started. You untied your gag, trying to hurry after him.

“Oh that? You can keep it, I have my glasses,” and with that he opened the door of the church to leave. He placed a hand on the handle and before leaving said: “I’ll still have to kill you, you know, I’ll be back. I wouldn’t move if I were you, though I doubt you could walk far anyways in your state.” He closes the door just as you throw one of your horns at him, impaling the wood with a hard crack. You were left in your abandoned sanctuary breathless and terrified, weeping in the desperate, helpless body you were chained to.

☠️ w/ denki: he's so go lucky, but what makes him mad? 🤔

I can see him getting mad because you ate all of his chicken nuggets. He would come into your room, slam the bag down, and scream, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CHICKEN NUGGIES?!"

Me right now thinking about the hard 24/7 💙💚🍎

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HIIIIIII

I was wondering if you could do a part 2 or another Invader Zim oneshot or more headcanons. Only if you want to though!!

Ofc! 🥰 I'll do some headcanons this time❤

With the encouragement of my bestie I thought some up! @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠: pregnancy and birth

Discovery and Early Reactions:

Confusion and Pride:

When Zim first realizes you're is pregnant, he might initially be baffled, even skeptical, as Irkens don’t usually reproduce in the same way. However, once he accepts it, he would be immensely proud, convinced his offspring will be the most superior smeet to ever exist.

Over-the-Top Protection:

Zim takes “protective” to a new level. He creates a series of bizarre gadgets designed to monitor the reader’s health 24/7, though they’re often uncomfortable or impractical. He insists on monitoring every little change, always declaring, “Your body must be in peak condition to produce the ultimate smeet!”

Clumsy Affection:

Despite his usual intensity, Zim tries to show small moments of gentleness, which are new for him. He’ll bring you strange Irken "snacks" he thinks are nutritious and will hover, awkwardly patting their head or shoulder to show he cares.

Preparing for the Birth:

Bizarre Nursery Set-Up:

Zim insists on building the perfect environment for their smeet, filling it with strange Irken technology and gadgets designed for optimal “growth and supremacy.” He even tries to make a “conqueror's crib,” filled with oddly shaped toys that resemble weapons, thinking it’ll prepare the smeet for a powerful future.

Irken "Rituals":

Zim talks about mysterious Irken rituals (which may or may not be real🤨) that are supposed to bring strength and resilience to smeets. He tries to adapt these rituals for you, such as making her chant Irken phrases or wear specific colors he claims have “cosmic significance.”

Obsession with Training:

Even before the smeet arrives, Zim speaks to your belly about their child’s future in conquest and Irken greatness, trying to give the smeet a “head start” in Irken knowledge, which might actually involve him ranting about the basics of invasion and tactics.

During the Pregnancy:

Constant Check-Ins and Worry:

Zim insists on checking in constantly, often in the most inconvenient ways. He’ll zap in out of nowhere, demanding updates on how the “human incubation process” is going, occasionally fussing over things he doesn’t understand but insists on controlling anyway.

Mood Swings and Patience Tests:

Zim is unused to human emotions and struggles to understand your mood swings. He tries to help but occasionally slips up, saying things like, “Stop your nonsensical crying, human! You’re growing an unstoppable warrior!” He ultimately tries to be patient, though his methods are often clumsy.

The Birth:

Over-the-Top Birth Plan:

Zim creates an entire “operation plan” for your labor, involving dramatic entrances, lasers, and Irken technology he insists will “ensure victory in birthing!” However, most of it is impractical, and when the moment arrives, he has to abandon his plans and just be there.

Unexpected Softness:

As their smeet arrives, Zim might find himself unexpectedly overwhelmed with emotions he’s never felt. He stares at his tiny offspring with wide eyes, not fully understanding his reaction but feeling an instinct to protect this little being.

Adjusting to Fatherhood:

Zim tries to teach their smeet the ways of Irken glory from day one, but he’s occasionally gentle in his own way. He awkwardly holds his smeet close, talking to them about “conquering inferior worlds” and bonding with his offspring in his own intense, proud way.