Worshipper Reader Confessing Their Devotion And Love To The Geo Archon Statue In Silent Prayer All The

Your new theme's so pretty !! nwfenefn I can't get any of my drafts done either :_) , how about enemies to lovers hcs (or whatever format you prefer) with Scara and Xiao?

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TYSM KOUUU <33 mwah ilysm, and ugh writers block is so ass !! as always ofcc <33 scara and xiao r my little meow meows /j i love my murderers !! RUSHED AS HELL

cw/summary // enemies to lovers (r.k) more of a pride and prejudice type beat for xiao tho, jealousy (r.k) dueling (r.k) romantic tension (r.k) not rlly enemies to lovers for xiao more like misunderstandings and misconceptions, rain scene (a.x) kissing (a.x, r.k) probly more but I'm lazy lol

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he DESPISED you, the tsaritsa's subordinate —who ranked lower than him — like u made his blood boil. everyone either is brainwashed to love him or is too scared to say anything other than a simple 'my lord'

ohohooo !! not u tho !! constantly running your mouth — archons he hated u through and through !!

his rivalry with you is the most entertaining thing ever kajdksms, witty comments thrown back and forth 24/7

"'my lord' you can't even go a day without beheading one that does not agree with you, what kind of lord does that make you ?!" "shut your mouth you peasant !"

sneering at each other every time one would pass by. you angered him !! so why was it when that day you laughed along with that hell of a man — tartaglia — his heart burned and blood seethed.

or the day you smirked at him and his heart skipped a beat. drawing him close to piss him off but instead alighting a fire in his heart.

god did seeing you make it burn even brighter.

he hated it. he hated how weak you made him feel.

scara being scara challenged you to a duel — if this feeling didnt stop he would have made it himself.

the mischievous glint in your eyes as you pin him down with a smirk

"gotcha ! what happened to the ever so powerful lord scarA—" he pulls you in by your collar, you smile into the kiss and pull away.

the two of you catching your breath.

"shut up" he whispers between pants, "oh? then make me my lord"

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okay okay, so for xiao i don't necessarily see like ENEMIES to lovers but a more you think he's being mean but rlly its how he shows his love !

giving very pride and prejudice (05 adaptation >>>) but anyways !!

he scolds you in such a cold manner about how you should be careless, saying stuff like ;

"you're just a weak human, what could you do ?" he says it with such a stone cold face that you don't even realize he's trying to convey his liking towards you.

you think he doesnt like u it's just he's so touch starved and awkward he doesn't know how to deal with these emotions !

at first he did think you were a distraction — a source of disappointment and anger ofc, cause that's the only reason why he always felt so bleh around you

nope ! he just likes you lolz, bby is so stiff too.

just imagine most mr. darcy and elizabeth scenes as u and xiao. yep.

AHEM "from the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed upon to marry."

"You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and now have only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness." AHEM, that scene in the rain for u and xiao ? SAY LESS

but anyways when he confesses to you you think it's all some kind of sick joke, you end up spewing out saying you'd never date him and he's sick for doing this to you. scaring the poor guy off :(

verr spots you at the balcony and quickly interrogates you on xiaos where abouts — she hasn't seen him and neither have you. a feeling of regret pools in your stomach and you pitfully go to search for him

"xiao ! xiao !" rain pours on you and your clothes stick to your skin as you call for him. tears gloss your eyes and you are one step closer to breaking down

"what do you want" he growls at you, mouth in a snarl.

"you're safe, thank archons" your eyes gleam and you grab into him, crying and sniffling.

"im sorry, im sorry, i hate myself for that i—"

he scoffs and grabs your face smashing your lips into his, "shut up, will you ?"

a light blush and tender look in his eyes as he speaks and it makes you smile fondly. he can't find himself to hate you anymore and neither can you.

Love Bites Masterlist

You gave Toji Fushiguro a sweet tooth he doesn't want to get rid of.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia/yakuza au)

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Chapter One: Apple Cinnamon Spice

Chapter Two: Chimayo Chai

Chapter Three: Mint Chocolate Chip

Chapter Four: Apple Cider

Chapter Five: Pumpkin Spice

Chapter Six: Warm Water

Chapter Seven: Eggnog

Chapter Eight: Sparkling Juice

Chapter Nine: Mint Chocolate Chip Pt. 2

Chapter Ten: Yes

*Bonus!!*

*nsfw

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May I request a fake dating scenario with Childe? (sorry i know its cliche but its my favorite trope🙈) Perhaps he and f reader are on an undercover mission to gain intel at a function, like a dinner party or a festival of some sort, and Childe is way more interested in committing to the bit than the mission itself. Like, he intentionally took on an easy mission so that he could indulge in his time with the reader because he "takes his job seriously" or something like that😏

Fatui operative reader*

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“You said you’d take this seriously.” You chided him, pushing for the fifth time his hand away from your hip while you looked through the crowd for your target. It should have been a rather easy mission: get close enough to the ambassador that they’ll tell you about the incoming shipment. Once you got what you needed you’d inform the other operatives waiting near the docks, they’d sneak in during the night and lift all the goods before anyone grew wise to the situation. However, after much pestering from a specific Harbinger, this simple task was turning into a headache inducing nightmare.

“I am, dear.” He ran his finger over your ear and out of your peripherals you caught sight of the calculating grin that pulled one side of his lips.

“You don’t have to pretend right now, no ones looking at us.” Pretending to rummage through your pouch, you noticed a esteemed looking figure walking through the door, someone as elegantly dressed as that must be your ambassador. “She’s here.” You whispered, nudging your chin in her direction and slipping the money pouch back in your side bag. “Let’s get closer.”

“Don’t get to hasty, let’s see what she does.” Childe moved behind you, his hand sliding over your back and making you hyper aware of each and every inch he occupied. His chest somehow so noticeable even though he never touched you with it, the proximity of him as he leaned against the wall and draped his arm over your shoulder before pulling you closer made your brain fuzzy and, for a moment, you lost sight of her. “Can you make out what she’s saying?” He spoke in a lower tone, an attempt to keep his words only for you or … was he trying to make you shiver.

Carefully, you focused your attention on her lips. Eyes squinting against the light as you tried to decipher what she was saying. The expression on her face shifted from one of familiarity to irritation, but it was so slight and quickly replaced by a smile her companion never caught it. “She’s upset.”

“Why?”

You opened your mouth to explain only to be cut off by his arm sliding off your shoulder so his hand could run down your back. The slow trail he made up and down your spine made you furious; you were trying to do your job, trying to get what you needed and to not be swayed, distracted by the pounding of your heart or the hot breaths you took while sharing the intel. “Sh-she’s asking why the shipments late.” Stopping his hand with your clenching fingers, you pushed his wrist back toward his chest and swore you heard a soft giggle at your side. Coughing, you continued. “It looks like he’s telling her it’ll be here soon.”

“Are the goods on the boat, look closely.” With a sigh, you strained your eyes to see, took in everything that you could in order to see her mouth form the shapes you needed to see.

“Yes!” You shouted a little louder than you anticipated and, because of that, the ambassadors turned toward you. You felt completely see-through under her eyes, a stab of fear shot through your heart when she looked at you, directly at you. In one fell swoop, Childe lifted you in the air and spun you around so much you lost your balance and you weren’t even using your own legs. “Ch-!”

“You said yes!! You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” He let you slide down his chest but before you could fully grasp it all, he moved in and soon your lips were covered by his. The tight grip you had on his shoulders began to relax, your toes touched the ground but he continued to hold you; arms wrapped around your body, mouth commanding yours with lips so heavy you wondered how he exerted so much pressure onto them. When he released you, the air in your lungs came rushing in all at once while your mind did it’s best to refocus.

Things faded in slowly. Childe’s thank you’s to an applauding crowd, the drifting sound of your heart as it began to slow, the heat of your cheeks as you hid against his chest.

“She’s gone, we should follow her just in case.” He whispered into your hair, hand resting against your back while yours shook against his chest.

“You did that on purpose.”

“What makes you say that, comrade.” Lifting your eyes to see him, taking in every ounce of deviousness that radiated off his skin, you knew this partnership would be the death of you.

“Yo-you shouldn’t tease people like that.”

“Am I not allowed to tease my sweetheart? Where’s the fun in that.”

“I’m not really your sweetheart, remember.”

“Who says?” Childe ran his fingers over your ear until they found the back of your neck and you swore his intentions were clear as he leaned in for another kiss. Why was he so good at this fake dating ruse, it wasn’t fair. Your heart shouldn’t be so affected by this and yet …

“Childe …” Your eyes fluttered closed and you prepared for a kiss that never came. “Childe?”

“Expecting something, comrade? Our friends getting away.” Everything slammed back together as if he had slowly pulled you apart moments ago; how was he able to do that so easily? Frustrated, you clenched your jaw and pushed past him but when he ran after you only to slip his hand into yours it took everything you had to hold back a confused and irritated scream building in your throat while he easily let fall laughter that made your heart weak.

do you think i can fly?

xiao x gn!reader

genre angst warnings implied s//cide

a childish question, if only he had noticed sooner..

your hands traced the shapes of the clouds, fingertips nearly grazing the sky above the two of you. a cold breeze blew, beads of rainwater framing your face as the grass beneath whistled. “xiao.. do you think i can fly?” he looked at you confusedly, not understanding your question. you shook his arm eagerly, “..like how gliders work, what if one day, we won’t need them anymore — because we find out we can fly without them!” he sighed at your childishness, tucking strands of hair behind your ear. “refrain from asking me such silly questions.” you giggled at his stiff reply,

“but.. what if i really want to?”

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another night, another week spent alone. you could hear the sound of a pin drop in the room the two of you shared together. xiao was busy, you knew. on nights like these, he would stay for a split moment and leave, silently disappearing into the darkness. “xiao..” at the call of his name, he would appear in front of you before hurriedly asking you what you needed. you looked at him weakly, “do you think.. i can fly?” he scoffed, dropping his weapon. he harshly raised his voice, “don’t call my name for your childish pleasure.” and with that, he teleported away, again.

a tired voice lulled the melancholic atmosphere in the dark room, “xiao,” he could hear your call loud and clear, but refused to show up this time. “..i’m really tired of this.”

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he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, understand your obsession with being up in the air, in the clouds. he firmly told you that you belonged on the ground, on your two feet, with him. but perhaps.. you didn’t belong with him. that’s why you left, isn’t it? he thought to himself, the soft pitter patter of rainfall beneath his feet.

the dirt soiled his boots, his hair damped and clothes drenched from the rain, but he couldn’t care less.

as his hands traced the clouds that loomed over teyvat, his fingers nearly grazing the thunderstorm above the desolate graveyard. a chilly wind blew, droplets of water staining his porcelain skin along with his tears. “yes.. you can.”

if only he had noticed sooner.

OKOKOK HEAR ME OUT,,,, childe x reader but it’s the little mermaid or cinderella

AHHH THIS IS SO CUTE⁉️YES I AM INDEED HEARING YOU OUT. ANON YOU'RE SO BIG BRAINED AND SMART THERES SO MANY WHOLESOME AND CUTE SCENES FOR THIS AU

(This might be short but don't worry I'll be making some follow up hc's of this because j have so many ideas for this)

In the little mermaid au childe probably meets you somewhere in liyue while he was collecting some starconches when he stumbles upon a stranger in a dishelved state— were you okay? Was his first thought as he ran towards the stranger.

What is this? Why was this happening? You ask yourself before tripping on your feet, wait... Feet?

“Hey! Are you alright?” Childe asks, kneeling down to inspect your terrible state.

After a long period of silence your stomach starts to grumble making the young male in front of you know that you were hungry, he helps you stand and it was then that he noticed that perhaps giving you a new pair of clothes first is in need before setting out to eat dinner.

“So you can't talk?” Childe looks at you as he sees you enjoying your food; although he was the one that ordered for you he was glad nonetheless to see you enjoy the meal.

You on the other hand— continue to enjoy your food how could you not when it was so delicious and tasted so good?

Childe sighs, perhaps finding more information about you may take a while.

I can’t get thisss out of my head and I wish I didn’t have adhd and could sit and write it correctly but oldest daughter y/n having to marry the brute lord Sukuna (arranged marriage type beat) and the only reason why she agrees is Becuase if she doesn’t marry him one of her sisters will have to and she just cannot bring herself to put her sisters threw that 😣😣😣

a garden among thorns — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: this is longer than most of my works, but i needed to do this idea as much justice as I can

your father’s face is pale as he kneels before the messenger, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his shoulders.

his hands tremble in his lap, and his posture slumps, as if the air has been sucked from the room. the messenger stands tall and unyielding.

“lord sukuna requires one of your daughters to marry him,” the messenger states, his tone sharp and businesslike. “to refuse is…inadvisable.”

your mother gasps, clutching the edge of her robe, and your sisters exchange wide-eyed, horrified looks. aya’s grip tightens on hina’s sleeve, and hina’s mouth trembles, unable to form words.

you remain silent.

sukuna’s name hangs in the air like a curse—the king of curses feared across the land. to be sent to him is to step willingly into the jaws of a predator.

your father stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. “p-please…surely, there must be another way…”

the messenger’s gaze hardens, his words sharp and final. “lord sukuna does not make requests twice. you have until the week’s end to decide. one of your daughters will be sent to his estate.”

the messenger leaves, and the room plunges into a suffocating silence. your father collapses forward, burying his face in his hands, his body trembling with despair.

your mother’s sobs start quietly but grow louder, echoing through the room. aya clings to hina, her face pale with fear.

“I won’t let you choose,” you say, your voice cutting through the heavy silence.

all eyes turn to you in shock. your father lifts his head slowly, his expression a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. aya’s small hands clutch your arm. “no, you can’t mean—”

“I do,” you interrupt firmly, despite the turmoil gnawing at your chest. you meet each of their gazes, the weight of the choice pressing down on you.

your mother rises, hands trembling as she reaches for you, her face etched with anguish. “no, y/n. you’re the eldest, yes, but that doesn’t mean this burden should fall on you.”

you step back gently, removing her hands from your face. “do you want it to fall on aya? or hina?” you gesture toward your sisters, who stiffen at your words. “do you think they’ll survive with a man like him?”

aya shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. “you’re just as important as we are! why does it have to be you? please, don’t do this.”

you stand in front of her, brushing the tears from her face. “aya, I don’t want to go either. but if we don’t do this, sukuna will come for us.

he’ll take what he wants, and we won’t be able to stop him. you don’t deserve this life. hina doesn’t deserve it. at least I can try to protect you this way.”

aya sobs harder, her small frame shaking. “I can’t lose you,” she cries, burying her face in your shoulder.

you hold her tight, feeling the pain of this decision settle heavily on your chest. hina steps forward, her face unreadable. “be safe,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“I will,” you promise, though the words feel hollow.

your mother sobs uncontrollably into your father’s chest, and he remains silent, broken. he doesn’t stop you—he can’t. you know he wouldn’t, not in the face of sukuna’s power.

you pull away slowly, aya’s small hands slipping from your arm. “I’ll write,” you murmur, turning toward the door. “I’ll write as often as I can. you’ll be okay. just…take care of each other.”

they nod silently, but the fear in their eyes won’t fade.

your mother’s voice breaks through the quiet. “you’re so brave,” she whispers. “but I wish you didn’t have to be.”

you take a last look at your family, standing together in the doorway. their figures grow smaller as the cart takes you away, the weight of their sorrow heavy in your heart.

the world outside seems darker, colder as you leave them behind. the home you’re leaving is more than just a place; it is everything you know.

and with every step, you feel a piece of yourself slipping away.

the journey to sukuna’s estate feels endless, each passing mile colder than the last. the wind bites at your skin, and the clouds above seem to mirror the heaviness in your heart.

the long ride in the cart gives you ample time to think, but there is no solace to be found.

your family, the warmth of your home, and the lives you knew are fading into the distance, replaced by the looming unknown of sukuna’s estate.

your stomach churns with unease as you approach the gates. they are massive, imposing iron structures that seem to swallow the light, and as the carriage slows to a stop before them, the oppressive silence only amplifies the dread in your chest.

the heavy gates groan open with a reluctance that seems to mirror your own, revealing the vast grounds of sukuna’s estate.

everything about this place screams power—an estate built to intimidate, to assert dominance over all who enter.

the stone paths are harsh and cold beneath your feet as you step out of the carriage. the servants who meet you are stiff, their eyes avoiding yours as they take your belongings.

you are no more than a stranger in their world, a burden that they carry, and you feel the sting of that isolation.

as you make your way inside the grand hall, your footsteps echo in the silence. it’s all so stark, so cold. the air feels thick with tension, and as you round the corner into the heart of the estate, you are met with the full weight of his presence.

sukuna sits at the head of a long table in a massive hall, his eyes fixed on you as you enter. the sight of him is enough to take your breath away—his posture relaxed, yet every inch of him exudes power.

his dark crimson robes shift slightly as he stands, towering over you with an unsettling ease. his gaze is sharp.

“so,” he says, “you’re the one they sent.”

you stand tall, refusing to let the weight of his gaze break you. beneath the surface, your heart races, but you force yourself to keep it steady.

“I came of my own choice,” you reply, your voice firm but betraying a hint of the turmoil churning inside.

his lips curl into a smirk, an expression laced with amusement and something darker. “did you, now? brave. or foolish.”

the words sting, but you bite back the retort that rises to your lips. there’s no point in showing him weakness. “I’m not foolish,” you say, your voice colder than you intended, but it’s enough to get his attention.

he chuckles, a sound rich with disdain and amusement. “well, little wife, you’ll learn soon enough what your choice means.”

his eyes glint with a dangerous promise, and despite your resolve, something tightens in your chest.

after that meeting, his presence lingers, an almost tangible force, but he keeps his distance. it’s not until later that night, when you’re left alone in your new room, that the weight of your decision truly hits.

the walls feel too close, and the silence is suffocating.

life at sukuna’s estate is harsh, far colder than you anticipated. the mansion itself is sprawling and filled with echoing corridors, but it never feels warm.

the servants, though polite, are distant, as if afraid to make eye contact. your days are spent in isolation, wandering the gardens or sitting alone in your chambers, trying to make yourself useful without getting in the way.

you are nothing more than a visitor in this grand, empty place—a prize claimed by a man who has no use for you beyond the title you now bear.

at times, sukuna’s presence seems to vanish entirely, leaving you to grapple with the silence. but on other days, his sharp words cut through the air like blades, his moods as unpredictable as the wind.

he is a storm, sweeping through the halls when he deigns to speak, his eyes always sharp, always calculating.

one afternoon, you are working in the garden, your hands busy with the familiar task of pulling weeds, trying to occupy your mind.

the scent of earth and flowers is the only thing that feels real in this place. a soft breeze stirs the air, and for a fleeting moment, you almost feel like you’re back home.

but then, you hear his voice. it’s low and mocking, a drawl that sends a shiver down your spine.

“do you plan to sulk forever?” sukuna asks, his tone cutting through the air.

you glance up from your task, narrowing your eyes at him. he stands in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his robe flowing around him like an aura of danger.

“I’m not sulking,” you reply, your voice clipped, though you know it’s a lie. you are, in fact, sulking—trying to retreat into yourself because it’s the only way to survive this.

“could’ve fooled me,” he retorts, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. “you’ve been quieter than a graveyard since you got here.”

you get ticked off by his words but force yourself to stay composed. “what would you have me do? laugh at your jokes?” you don’t know why you say it, but the challenge is there, raw and unfiltered.

he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that grates on your nerves. “I don’t tell jokes.”

you mutter under your breath, “clearly.”

to your surprise, he doesn’t take offense. instead, he raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steps into the garden.

his presence fills the space, as if he owns it. he leans against the stone wall, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and something more.

you feel his hand hold the top of your head for a moment, and he hums, “at least you’ve got a spine. I’d hate to have a wife who folds like paper.”

you don’t know what to make of the compliment—or if it’s even meant as one. but his words, though gruff, are the first acknowledgment he’s given you that isn’t full of disdain or indifference.

“I don’t fold,” you reply, try to shake his hand off. you find yourself meeting his gaze, a silent challenge passing between the two of you.

for a long moment, sukuna doesn’t say anything. the tension hangs in the air, thick and unspoken. then, finally, his lips curl into something that might be the start of a smile, though it’s fleeting.

“good,” he says, his voice almost too soft for you to catch. “you’ll need that fire, wife.”

you don’t respond, but as the days pass, his words linger in your mind. slowly, something starts to shift. his unpredictable moods, his sharp words, his occasional moments of unexpected gentleness—they all begin to add up.

it’s not love, not yet, but something else.

you’re not sure if you want to like him, but the more time you spend in his presence, the more you begin to understand him. in return, he seems to start observing you more closely, his interest piqued.

whether you like it or not, you are now bound together in this cold, sprawling estate, and the strange, slow pull between you grows with each passing day.

the first real instance happens during dinner. the grand dining hall is silent, save for the soft clinking of silver against porcelain.

sukuna sits at the head of the table, a looming figure of power, draped in his usual white and black.

his gaze flicks to you once, but he doesn’t speak. it’s a familiar pattern by now—he speaks only when he has something to say, and even then, his words are sparse, deliberate.

but tonight, as you reach for the pitcher of wine, your hand knocks over the glass beside it. the sound of the glass tipping and shattering against the floor startles everyone in the room.

a sharp, echoing crack. the servants freeze, eyes flicking nervously from the broken shards to sukuna.

you stand frozen, the glass at your feet, heart racing. the tension in the room thickens, but no one moves. you glance up at sukuna, half-expecting the usual cold indifference or a sharp rebuke.

but tonight, his dark eyes flicker to the broken glass before meeting yours. there’s something in his gaze—a spark of amusement—before he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his posture lazy but commanding.

“careful, little wife,” he drawls, his voice low and slightly mocking, but there’s no malice in it. “I wouldn’t want to see you spill any more of my wine.”

you nod, instinctively bending down to pick up the shards, but before your fingers even touch the glass, sukuna’s voice cuts through the air.

“stop,” he commands, his tone sharp and unwavering.

you freeze mid-motion, looking up to find his gaze already fixed on you.

“clean this up,” sukuna commands, glancing at the servants, his voice a deep rumble that makes the servants rush to obey without a word.

as they quickly gather the shards, sukuna’s attention returns to you, though his eyes linger a moment longer than necessary.

“you seem eager to be useful,” he observes, his voice tinged with a hint of something almost approving. “but I’d rather not have my wife make herself filthy for something as trivial as this.”

you open your mouth but stop, unsure if you want to argue with him or remain silent.

a week later, you find yourself in the garden again, absentmindedly tending to the flowers that line the stone walls.

the peace of the garden is a brief escape from the heaviness inside the mansion, and you’ve come to cherish the quiet moments there.

this time, however, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. you don’t need to turn around to know it’s him. the weight of his presence is unmistakable.

“I see you’ve found your little sanctuary,” sukuna’s voice comes.

you don’t answer at first, focused on trimming the overgrown vines. his footsteps stop, and for a moment, there’s just the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the faint scent of flowers in the air.

“are you going to ignore me every time I approach?” he asks, a hint of curiosity and a bit of annoyance lacing his words. “you don’t seem like the type to hide from confrontation.”

you glance over your shoulder, meeting his gaze for a brief moment. his eyes are narrowed, but there’s no hostility in them. it’s a rare look for him—almost like he’s testing you, waiting for your response.

“I’m not hiding,” you reply, your voice steady, though there’s an edge to it. “I just prefer peace.”

sukuna steps closer, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you work. “peace? in my estate?” his laugh is low and dark, more of a scoff than an actual laugh. “you won’t find that here, little wife.”

you focus on the flowers in front of you, resisting the urge to let his words unsettle you. but for some reason, you can’t quite brush off the way he’s watching you.

“I didn’t expect to,” you reply, your voice quieter now, softer.

there’s a beat of silence, and then, to your surprise, sukuna crouches beside you. his presence looms close, his eyes scanning the flowers you’re tending to. “they’re not bad,” he says.

you glance up at him, meeting his gaze. for a moment, the weight of the estate, the pressure of being in his presence, fades away.

it’s just the two of you, sitting in this strange, delicate quiet.

“well, they’re not as high-maintenance as you are,” you mutter under your breath, a playful jab that you can’t quite hold back.

he chuckles—a low sound that vibrates through the space between you. it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh like that—without mockery, without an edge. it’s almost human.

“high-maintenance, huh?” he muses, his tone teasing, but there’s a shift in the air now. “maybe you’ll find that out the hard way.”

the words are playful. you’re not sure what to make of it, but it stirs something in you, something that’s both unsettling and... intriguing.

over the next few weeks, these small moments become more frequent, threading together a fragile tapestry of connection. sukuna’s presence is still overwhelming, but it feels less suffocating now.

he no longer seems entirely distant, nor does he hover with the same oppressive force. instead, he’s there, always watching, always waiting for something unspoken to unfold.

one evening, as you sit alone in the garden again, this time reading a book your family had gifted you, you hear his footsteps before you see him. sukuna doesn’t announce his presence this time.

he simply stands there, watching you with his usual, inscrutable gaze. you feel his eyes on you, and for once, you don’t feel the need to pretend you don’t notice.

“I’m surprised you can read,” he says, his voice a low murmur. there’s no mockery in it, only a genuine comment. “thought you’d be too busy sulking.”

you glance up from your book, meeting his gaze. “I’m not sulking,” you reply, the words more matter-of-fact than before. there’s no need to explain yourself to him anymore.

he steps closer, his presence heavy as always, but this time it doesn’t make you want to shrink away. “what are you reading about?”

“it’s just a story,” you say, closing the book slowly. “something to pass the time.”

“hmm,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking down to the book. “must be a boring story if it’s keeping you this entertained.”

you chuckle lightly. “maybe I just need a distraction from you.”

he doesn’t respond immediately, but there’s a tension in the air, as if the words have just cracked open something between you.

the turning point comes one evening when you receive a letter from home. you’ve been sitting by the window, when you notice the familiar parchment.

aya’s neat handwriting graces the top, and as soon as you read her name, your heart stutters.

you eagerly unfold it, fingers trembling slightly as you begin to read.

her words spill across the page with such love and longing that they cut deep, each line filled with updates about their daily lives, the little things that no longer seem so insignificant to you.

she tells you about hina’s recent antics and how their mother insists on planting a garden in the courtyard, even though the soil remains stubbornly unyielding.

she writes about how your father has been more quiet than usual, always looking out toward the horizon, waiting for the day when his daughters are reunited.

but more than anything, the letter is a reminder of how deeply you are missed, how the absence of your presence has created a space no one can fill.

you can feel the tears welling in your eyes before you realize it. they sting hotly as you read on. the weight of being apart from them—your sisters, your parents—becomes almost unbearable.

you can’t suppress the sobs that rise in your chest, so you quickly wipe them away, desperate to regain some composure.

but you’re too late. the door opens with a soft creak, and you don’t need to turn to know who’s standing there. sukuna’s presence fills the room as it always does.

he pauses, his sharp eyes narrowing in on you. his gaze flicks over your tear-streaked face then down at your hands.

“what’s that?” he asks, his tone surprisingly less abrasive than usual. it’s subtle, but there’s a shift in the way he speaks.

“a letter,” you reply quietly, your voice thick, the emotion still lingering. “from my sisters.”

his eyes linger on you for a moment longer, studying you with an intensity that seems to reach beyond your tears, deeper into the vulnerability you’ve been trying to keep hidden.

he steps forward, closing the distance between you, and before you can react, he takes the parchment from your hands, his fingers brushing yours just slightly as he does so.

you watch him scan the letter, his expression unreadable, as though the words don’t mean anything to him.

but you notice the slight twitch in his brow when he reads aya’s mention of hina’s mischievous behavior and the mention of your father’s quiet gaze.

he hands the letter back after a moment, his face still impassive, but something lingers in his gaze as he meets your eyes.

“they miss you,” he says simply, though his voice is quieter than usual, less detached.

you swallow hard, trying to steady yourself. you nod, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “I miss them too.”

for a long moment, neither of you speaks. the room is thick with the weight of unspoken words, the quiet intimacy of the exchange hanging in the air between you.

you wonder if he understands what it means to miss family—what it means to be torn from them, to feel so distant from the people who raised you, loved you.

you wonder if there’s a part of him that understands loneliness, even though he wears it like a badge of honor.

his expression remains unreadable, and for a moment, you think he’s about to leave, to retreat back into the distance that has characterized most of your interactions.

but then, to your surprise, he speaks again, his words low and deliberate.

“you may go visit them,” he says.

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at him, eyes wide with disbelief. the words don't seem to register at first, not fully, and you find yourself unable to respond immediately. “what?”

his gaze remains steady, unwavering. “you heard me,” he repeats, a touch of impatience creeping into his tone. “you may visit them. if it’s that important to you.”

the shock slowly fades, replaced by confusion and a strange warmth that spreads in your chest.

you’ve always thought of him as a cold, imposing figure—a man who ruled through fear, who demanded respect through power.

but now, in this moment, you realize that he’s offering you something more than you ever expected. something human.

“I... thank you,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely a whisper.

“don’t make me regret it,” he warns, his voice returning to its usual gravelly tone. “I’m not doing this out of kindness. I simply don’t want you moping around here for the next week.”

you nod, the weight of the gesture sinking in, even as his words remain curt.

you don’t know if sukuna truly cares for you, or if this is just another act of power—his way of testing your limits or asserting control over your emotions.

but for now, you can’t help but feel a flicker of something more, a warmth that feels entirely out of place.

“thank you,” you repeat, your voice firmer now, despite the uncertainty that still lingers in your chest.

he grunts in response, turning to leave, but there’s a moment where his eyes meet yours again. and for the first time since you’ve arrived, you don’t see just the ruthless lord in those dark depths.

the journey back to your family’s home is a blur of emotion. the reunion with aya and hina is everything you imagined and more—warmth, laughter, and the comfort of familiar faces.

for the first time in months, you feel like yourself again, surrounded by the people who’ve always known you.

but even as you relish the joy of your visit, something lingers in the back of your mind. sukuna’s words, his unexpected offer to let you go, echo in your thoughts.

the days with your family fly by too quickly, and you can’t help but feel the ache of leaving them again.

aya hugs you tightly before you leave, her words of encouragement like a balm for the unease building in your chest. “you’ll be okay,” she whispers, her arms tightening around you.

when you return to the estate, everything feels oddly unchanged, yet different. the servants carry on as if your absence was nothing more than a passing breeze, and the cold, vast halls are just as you left them.

but sukuna is nowhere to be found—until you’re alone in the courtyard, unloading your things from the carriage.

the familiar sound of footsteps reaches your ears. the air shifts, heavy with his presence before you even see him. then, his shadow falls over you. you don’t need to look up to know it’s him, but you do anyway.

his gaze fixes on you, unreadable, but his lips are curled in that signature smirk. “back already?” he asks, his voice low.

you stand still, setting down the basket you were holding.

his eyes are sharp, studying you, but there’s an underlying softness you weren’t expecting. you nod, keeping your expression neutral. “I couldn’t stay away forever.”

sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, instead stepping closer. his feet crunch against the gravel.

you can’t help but notice how his gaze lingers on you, assessing, like he’s trying to understand something about you that he hadn’t before.

“do you miss them now?” he asks, his tone surprisingly casual.

you hesitate for a moment, feeling the vulnerability of the question. “of course,” you admit, your voice softer than you intended. “but I missed you, too.”

there’s a brief silence, the words hanging in the air between you. you can see the flicker of surprise in his eyes, something momentarily caught off guard by your honesty.

it’s rare that sukuna is disarmed, but somehow, your admission does just that. his lips quirk, but it’s not the mocking smile you’re used to. this one is different, almost amused in a way that doesn’t feel as patronizing.

“did you now?” he murmurs, taking another step toward you. his hand reaches up, and he places a finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.

the touch is intimate, but there’s an unspoken weight to it, like it’s a silent acknowledgment of something neither of you are quite ready to voice. his thumb brushes lightly against your skin, the gesture soft but somehow grounding.

“I didn’t think you’d miss me,” he says quietly, his voice a low rumble, softer than usual.

you’re suddenly acutely aware of the space between you, of the way your heart seems to beat a little faster in your chest, of how his presence pulls you in like gravity.

the tension, always so thick and unyielding before, now feels different—softer, but just as real.  

your breath catches. “you’re not as bad as they said you are,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

sukuna’s eyes narrow slightly, and he takes another small step forward, the tension rising again, only this time it feels like a slow burn.

his fingers curl gently under your chin, his thumb stroking your skin as he leans closer, his breath mingling with yours.

“and you,” he murmurs, voice hushed, “are much more than I gave you credit for.”

before you can respond, something shifts between you. the air crackles with an intensity that neither of you can ignore. his lips are so close now, and you don’t think.

you lean in, your mouth brushing against his, tentative at first, like testing the waters of something new, something dangerous.

but then, without warning, sukuna’s hand grips your waist, pulling you into him. the kiss deepens, slow and steady, as though he’s savoring it, taking his time.

his touch is commanding, yet there’s a tenderness to it that surprises you, a carefulness you didn’t expect from someone like him.

when you finally break apart, your breath mingling in the space between you, there’s a quiet understanding in his eyes.

he doesn’t speak immediately. instead, he holds you close, his hand still resting on your back, steady and sure.

“you’re fully mine now, wife.”

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Slimed

Diluc x AFAB!GN!Reader / Xiao x GN!Reader

Summary: You start collecting little nice slimes from your adventures, you can't help it, they're just too cute to be left behind in the wild all alone and sad. Anyway, your boyfriend starts to become jealous when you take care of your little army of slimes instead of him :(

Prompt: "Are you jealous? <(￣︶￣)>"

(I'll give this a little warning and say that in this, Diluc is a simp for reader's mommy milkers, that's why it's AFAB reader. So just a smidge of horny juice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

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Diluc

The first night, Diluc found it so cute coming home to you sleeping on your shared bed, two slimes enjoying the warmth of your body, a hydro slime resting on your tummy, and a pyro slime nuzzling your cheek.

He did bring up the fact that the pyro one can burn you, but...

"Oh, Diluc. Burny here would never do that." You raised the little pyro slime up to his face, the blob looking at him all confused. "He's my little baby~" Then, you brought the little slime to your chest, your lover visibly perplexed that the slime's expression immediately turned happy from confusion.

The second night, there was three more slimes, which the red-haired man assumed to be triplets, since they were all geo slimes sleeping stacked up together just above your head.

And things happen, so now, there was a freaking mommy anemo slime sheltering her two babies with her wings. Andddd... They're sleeping on his side of the bed.

That same night though, you weren't asleep, you were singing a quiet song to your pets, watching as they all swayed side to side in perfect sync.

You hear a cough from behind you.

Following the sound, you see Diluc!

Awww, you were just thinking that Diluc would absolutely love seeing that you just thought the Slimies, that's what you started calling them, how to dance.

"'Luc, you're home! I wanted to show you something important!" You jumped off the bed, almost tripping at the process, before jumping into the arms of your lover.

Does Diluc want to be mad at you for letting slimes invade the bed? Yes.

Is he mad at you for letting slimes invade the bed? Hell no.

He loves you a little too much to be mad at you for having such a big, soft heart.

I mean, you took home an anemo slime and her children because when you looked at their eyes for the first time, you knew they needed help, and you would die of guilt if you just left them their in the wild.

Diluc especially isn't gonna be mad at you after you just pulled him a chair, presented the "Slimies" on the bed in front of him, sung in your beautiful voice whilst the slimes dance to the soft melodies.

"What do you think? Isn't it great?" You asked ever so enthusiastically, even clapping for your little slimes.

"Of course it was, darling. You don't sing very often, but when you do..." Diluc had stood up from his chair, walking closer to you before sitting next to you on the bed. He had gently took your hand in his. "It's the best." With that, he kissed the back of your hand.

The red haired man did love seeing the slight tint of pink on your cheeks.

"But, uhhh.... Where are we gonna sleep?"

So that was the fifth night, the slimes took one side of the bed.

Diluc laid on his back on the other, you on your stomach on top of him, hugging his form as you slept peacefully. It was a pretty cold night, he would be lying that he didn't love the feeling of your body against his.

"No naughty touchies, Diluc! The babies might wake up and see us!"

On the seventh day, you asked the Winery's staffs' help in creating a small bed that's big enough for the mommy anemo slime and her babies to sleep in beside your own bed.

Now you have both sides of the bed back to normal... sort of.

Diluc knows that look, that look on the pyro slime's small face as it was squished between your breasts.

The look of utter superiority.

Great, he can't touch you in that spot, because "the slimes will see" but it's okay for that little bugger to just squeeze his way between those pretty mounds?

That's unfair.

"Diluc! Burny would never do such a thing! He's the sweetest little angel in the world." You had scolded him when he told you about that.

You had taken your three little geos for a walk in the city and manage to find yourself in Angel's Share to visit your favorite person in the whole wide world.

Surprisingly, it was pretty empty, just a few people upstairs drinking with their buddies.

Diluc's eyes landed on the three blobs that you held to you upper body, his lips tightening at the sight of the geos nuzzling your soft chest.

Great, not them too.

Your tiny gasp brings his attention back to your face. "Diluc..."

You smiled teasingly at him.

"Are you jealous?" His face and ears instantly heat up, your expression was just like: <(￣︶￣)>

"N-No... It's not like I'm mad that they get to be so close to you and I can't----" The red haired man cursed himself, not realizing what he just said. It made you giggle.

You gently placed the geo triplets on the bar counter, going around so that you could enter behind the counter where he is.

"Come here, you big teddy bear." You wrapped your arms around him, his figure stammering down a little so his head rested on your chest.

"How does that feel?" Despite Diluc's distaste for affection in public, he admits that he probably wouldn't pull away even if a costumer walks through the door.

"Good..." His voice was muffled from being buried on your covered skin.

You both hear the front door of Angel's Share open.

"Uhh... Is this a bad time?" Both your face were red as Diluc's hair as the Cavalry Captain's voice comes from the doorway.

Xiao

"Xiao..."

From the balcony of Wangshu Inn, he heard your whisper being carried by the wind.

Though you didn't seem distressed, Xiao felt worry run through him as he uses his power to look for you.

The situation is... a little less worrying than he thought.

"Can you help me get these little guys back to the Inn?" You had gestured downwards, directing his eyes to the big geo slime hiding behind your legs, with three other smaller slimes hiding behind the big slime.

The Yaksha had looked at you all confused. "Why?"

You frowned at him, putting your hands on your hips sternly. "Look at their eyes, Xiao. This geo slime family needs our help!"

From closer inspections, he definitely saw a few rough spikes and gashes on the mother slime, its facial expressions sad and begging, looking at you all hopeful.

Xiao looked back at your face...

Oh no, you had that puppy dog eyes again. You know he can't resist that.

And now you're both here, your delicate hands working on "healing" the mother slime's scars.

You did read somewhere that in the wild, geo slimes uses soil to patch up their wounds, rolling in a big pile of dirt to cover up scars.

"She must've been unable to do that because she just gave birth to these adowable triplets." You pat the heads of the three geo babies snuggly wrapped with your blanket.

You and the big geo slime are on the floor. "Don't worry, ma'am. We'll heal those wounds in no time." You bring out the bucket of dirt that Xiao managed to give you.

"Shouldn't you do this outside, where it's not gonna be a pain to clean up?" The Yaksha peeps in, receiving a pout from you.

"No, Love. It's too cold outside, their momma could get sick." You're not even sure if that can happen, but better safe than sorry. The guilt will rip you in half if you manage to make the poor slime feel worse.

As you take a handful of dirt in your hand, smearing it in the places where there are wounds and scars, Xiao's eyes follow your movements.

It's so similar, kind of like when you treat his own wounds when he gets into one of those tough fights with demons.

You even comfort the slime the same way, with a soft whisper that everything is going to be alright, that you're trying to make it feel better.

There was a feeling in his chest, a feeling that made him feel so pathetic. Why is he suddenly so envious of that slime?

Maybe it was because, your hands was on something else living that wasn't him? But it's a freaking slime, an injured, mother of three slime at that.

"See, we didn't make that much of a mess." Xiao's attention went back on you as your proud voice rings in his ears.

"And their momma looks so much better!" You scooped the little bit of dirt that fell off onto your hands and back in the bucket.

You smiled seeing the little content expression on the big geo slime. You realized, you can't just keep calling her the "momma geo slime".

"You need a name, huh? How about... Mocha?" You looked back at Xiao and giggled, a sound so beautiful in his ears. "What do you think, Xiao?"

"If that's what you want." He walked closer before sitting beside you. "Mocha, it is."

You said you were gonna let Mocha and the triplets live in the wild again after she and her babies are fully healed.

They've been in the Inn for a month now, sometimes you'd take them on your adventures with the intention of finally letting them go... but you just can't!

You always came back with them in your arms. They've become irreplaceable parts of your heart!

As Xiao was about to ambush a camp of corrupted monsters that's getting close to Wangshu Inn...

"CHARGE!" The tip of your sword was pointed at the direction of the monster camp, Mocha, Champ, Cookie and Sugar bouncing their way to the monsters.

With a sharp inhale, Mocha spat out a gigantic rock at the enemies, instantly crushing two of the monsters.

You ran up to the camp as well, taking on three of them at once, your sharp blade doing quick work of the monsters.

Meanwhile, the triplets had smacked the last three monsters so hard that they think they probably flew into another dimension.

"Hahahah, good job, team!" You exclaimed as you knelt down to the slimes' level, rubbing all of their heads just like they like it.

Xiao felt his eyes narrow, you used to compliment him and give him a little kiss when he would come back to the Inn after fighting off some threatening enemies.

Impulsively, he teleported in front of you, the geo slimes excited to see "that guy that Y/N really loves" again.

"I just wiped out the other camps of monsters..." In the middle of his sentence, he just realized what he's saying. Actually trying to impress you rather than just reassuring words.

You smiled at him, standing back up. "That's great! Verr and Huai'an are gonna be sleeping peaceful tonight!"

Xiao looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to do something... very important to him.

"Uhhh, Xiao?" You just realized that he was staring at you, making you a bit confused.

With a sigh, the Yaksha steps closer to you, the four geo slimes just looking back and forth at your interaction.

"C-Can I get a k-kiss?" His ears turn pink as he says that, your eyes widening at his question.

Oh, My Archons, when did your lover become this cute?!!!!

You giggled, even though the heat rose up to your cheeks as well, "Of course..."

Instead of the usual cheek kiss, you passionately cupped his face, pressing your lips together for a sweet kiss.

So sweet even the slimes felt shivers, and they don't even know what you're doing.

As you both part, you smiled "Are you jealous of the slimes?" You softly spoke, your forehead still against each other's.

...

You already knew the answer, "Yeah, you definitely are." You gave him one final peck before backing up, looking back down at the cute bundles of joy.

"Come on, guys, let's get back upstairs." Before walking away, you looked back at him, a teasing smile on your face.

"Maybe tonight, I'll make it up to you. Some Almond Tofu and.... a chat." His eyes were still blissed out and lips plump from the kiss.

You are a piece of work, "Yeah, a chat."

What a "chat" it was.

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Oh my absolute God, I had so much fun writing this! Like genuinely, I didn't know I needed to write this, especially after writing for so many NSFW requests. Also, you're not awkward at all, you're cute uwu (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

I hope you like this and thank you so much for requesting!!! God blessed that you got the balls to request because I love this so much! Probably one of my favorite from my own work!

Zero stars, would not get it again.

scaramouche: *tending to y/n's wounds* how would you rate your pain? y/n: zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Laundry Day

a/n: been sitting in the drafts, maybe I'll edit to make it a fic later if yall interested.

When Sukuna's girl just can't seem to reach the last piece of clothing in the washer.

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI, suggestive, no actual smut tho

Laundry days were lazy days, meant for half-assed hair styles and the baggy shirt that sits in the back of the dresser, condemned only to see the light of day when other clothes needed to be washed. They were meant for tiny cotton shorts, and fuzzy calf socks.

All of which drove Sukuna insane with the need to bend you over the nearest surface while he fucked you through it.

Instead here he was, banished to the other room because he couldn't keep his hands to himself. He scoffs. This place was half his too, why should he have to stay out of the laundry room.

Walking by he glances into the offending room and he's immediately stiffening.

You're so cute, on your tip-toes, half your body inside the washing machine, trying in vain to grab cloths at the very bottom. Sukuna just can't help himself - or maybe he can. Which is why he's quietly walking your way now, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

"You having fun in there?" He asks, leaning against the doorway. You pull back and looks at him with equal parts determination and dejection.

"No, I can't reach the last sock! Sukuna can you please?"

"I would," He raises his hands with a shrug, "but I've been given strict orders not to enter." You're narrowing her eyes at him, lip twitching.

"You're here now so what's the difference?"

"I'm not in the laundry room, I'm at the doorway." You groan in frustration and he just smirks. You'll be groaning for other reasons soon enough.

"You're so unhelpful, it's the best." Moving to launch yourself back into the washer in hopes the momentum will help you reach further into the drum.

And it does, but now you stuck in limbo over the side, feet not even touching the floor anymore.

"Aha! Got it!"

"Good job, I'm so proud of you! Try to get back out now." The sarcasm dripping from his words is palpable, and it's quiet a moment before your hips begin to wiggle. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.

"This isn't funny, a little help would be nice." You huff. It's fine, Sukuna's tired of keeping his hands fo himself anyway. He moves behind you, planting them on your hips.

"Manners?" You roll your eyes as you take a calming breath.

"Please help me Sukuna."

"Oh I'm going to help you alright..." He presses his erection into your ass, and your stomach flips.

"Sukuna no not here-" He gives his hips a rough test roll up into yours.

"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands, hmm?"

"I can't even move Sukuna-" he's too busy sliding one hand from your hips to pull your soft shorts and panties aside.

"Good."

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