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guys I haven’t played genshin in 2 years BOUTTA jump back in for varka

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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? S1

you, gojo, shoko and geto were considered the closest group to everybody who knew you. However, they don’t know how close you all really get behind closed doors

(pref for geto x reader and shoko x gojo but it has all) (This will be a series)

F!reader, very heavy suggestiveness going towards the end, basically friend group with benefits

You don’t know when it started. Like, you seriously don’t know.

It could’ve been the days you and Geto almost held hands, pinkies brushing under the table while pretending to be interested in Shoko’s half-asleep lectures about her medical bullshit.

Or the way Gojo would throw his arm around Shoko’s shoulder and leaned so far into her space it became hers too, and she never shoved him off.

Geto adjusting your scarf like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You stealing Gojo’s sunglasses and him not even bothering to take them back, always trusting you will.

And that time Shoko sat behind Geto during a movie and braided his hair.

Gojo kept reaching back blindly to mess it up, just to hear her complain.

It could’ve been all those, but that was just the beginning.

It could’ve been the night you all went to that party and you kissed Geto during spin the bottle

It wasn’t even dramatic. Just quiet.

Gojo had kissed Shoko like it was so natural, and she just laughed atter.

After that, things… shifted.

You and Geto started lingering longer. Sharing food. Walking home slower. His hand would always find yours.

Gojo laid his head in Shoko’s lap while she studied, and when she ran her fingers through his hair, he looked in love.

Gojo tossing you over his shoulder and tapping his fingers on your buttcheeks and laughing at the way you whine for him to put you down.

Geto always fixing the way Gojo’s blindfold sat on his face, telling him to be more careful.

You and Shoko talking shit about both of them and still letting them fall asleep on you.

People started asking who was dating who.

You all just blinked. Looked at each other.

And then Gojo said, “It’s complicated,” with that dumb grin

You don’t know when it started.

But it’s still happening.

In the way Gojo rests his head on Shoko’s shoulder when he’s tired.

In the way Geto holds your gaze too long.

In the way the four of you fit, ot perfectly, but comfortably.

Geto has this habit now; touching your jaw when he talks to you.

Just his thumb and pointer, slow and focused, tilting your face toward his like he needs to make sure you’re listening.

And you always are.

Gojo’s not subtle anymore.

He sits with his arms stretched across the back of the couch, smirking like he owns the room, and you, feeling bold, drop yourself in his lap. You’d already done it a few times when he’d ask.

He always reacts the same way: one hand settling on your thigh, fingers splayed wide, his other hand brushing a little too high on your waist.

“Don’t you love me the most?” he teases,

And when you roll your hips just a little, he grins like you’ve proven his point.

Shoko’s quieter, but sharper.

She watches everything. Tracks the way Geto’s eyes follow you around the room, the way Gojo licks his bottom lip after you get up from his lap, the way your breath catches when Geto leans in too close.

She doesn’t say much.

But she’ll scoot into Gojo’s lap like it’s second nature, her knees bracketing his hips, her hands in his hair, her chin resting on his shoulder.

And he’ll melt for her instantly.

Always has.

It’s constant, now- the way your bodies find each other.

Late nights on the same couch, draped across laps like it means nothing.

Gojo’s fingers tracing idle lines on the inside of Shoko’s thigh while she scrolls on her phone.

Geto brushing your hair back to whisper something that sounds too much like want.

At 2 a.m., you find Geto in the kitchen; shirtless, tired, leaning on the counter.

You step between his legs, your hands flat on his chest.

His fingers trail up under your shirt slowly.

“”You cold?” ,” he murmurs, breath warm against your ear,

“or are you just trying to be close?”

Another night, you crawl into Geto’s lap without thinking, your knees on either side of his thighs, his hands instinctively gripping your hips to steady you.

His voice dips when he says your name.

You look at him too long.

He looks back like he’s imagining the rest of this scene, and nd you don’t stop him.

MOMENTS (GETTING TOWARDS 18+$

Gojo’s sprawled out beside Shoko, watching with a grin that’s just a little too amused.

He doesn’t comment.

He just tugs Shoko onto his chest like a pillow, and she lets him.

Lets her hand wander up his shirt like she’s not even paying attention.

Later that week, you’re brushing your teeth and the bathroom door creaks open.

You already know who it is.

Geto steps in slow and quiet, wrapping hus arms around you from the back as he just watches you do your nightly routine.

“You staying in my room tonight?”

And you let the silence answer for you.

The air’s thick every time now.

Too warm, too full of heat and all the things you’re not doing.

But almost are.

You sit in their laps like it’s your favorite seat in the house.

They let you. Hold you. Touch you.

And no one’s pretending anymore.

Not when Shoko runs her fingers through Gojo’s hair like it calms her.

Not when Gojo presses his hand low on her spine and keeps it there.

Not when Geto’s thumb drags along your inner thigh like he forgot he was even doing it.

Maybe it’s just constant now, a dozen little moments that don’t cross a line but trace it like a fingertip across skin.

Like when Geto’s shirt rides up while he’s lying on your bed, and you’re supposed to be watching a movie, but you’re tracing slow circles along the dip of his waist instead.

Or when Gojo pulls you into his lap during a stupid group dare game and says “You’re warmer than my blanket,” before grabbing the hem of your shirt and slipping cold fingers underneath it just to make you squeal.

He keeps his hand there, splayed across your stomach like he owns it

Or when Geto kisses you. You don’t kiss often.

But when you do, it’s always after midnight.

Always pressed into the hallway wall, hands in hair, lips a little too desperate, like neither of you meant for it to happen again but neither of you can stop.

And when it breaks, he just looks at you, pupils blown, chest rising.

“You gonna come back to bed?”

You also don’t remember the last time you spent the night on your room.

There’s a night where Gojo falls asleep shirtless on the floor and you wake up curled into his chest, thighs tangled, his hand under your shirt again, this time on your bare waist.

When you shift, barely, he stirs and pulls you closer, nose nudging against your collarbone.

Geto and you have a thing, now, when everyone else is asleep.

The door creaks open, his footsteps are quiet, and the bed dips beside you.

You don’t talk.

You just… press into him, thighs brushing, mouths meeting in silence.

It’s not sex, not yet.

But your hand slips under his shirt, his fingers tangle in your hair, and his hips-

God, his hips roll into yours like a whisper, like a promise.

And then you fall asleep like that.

Another night, Shoko’s lying between your legs while Gojo paints her nails and Geto reads nearby.

You’re stroking her hair lazily when she tilts her head back to look at you and says,

“You’d let me sit on your face, right?”

And the room goes silent until Gojo chokes on a laugh and Geto shifts like he needs air.

You just smirk and say, “You’re the one between my thighs, not the other way around.”

SUGGESTIVE;

The thunderstorm night.

You’re squeezed onto Shoko’s twin mattress with Geto behind you, bodies flush, the air warm and heavy.

There’s laughter somewhere; Gjo and Shoko are teasing each other, bickering over snacks, but your focus is razor-sharp on the way Geto’s hand slides under your shirt.

He drags his fingertips slowly, deliberately, from your ribs down to the hem of your sleep shorts.

Then his lips graze your ear.

“You’re breathing real fast, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. “You want me to go lower?”

You swallow hard. You don’t answer.

He smiles against your skin.

“Bet you’d let me finger you right here, huh? With all of them in the room.”

His hand slips lower, right above where you’re throbbing, and you choke out a soft sound.

“I’d keep my fingers so deep in you, no one would even know.”

You clench your thighs.

He presses his palm down and knows.

The morning kiss.

You walk into the bathroom onr morning to see Gojo at the sink.

He’s brushing his teeth, lazily, sloppily, and when you try to push past him to rrach, he pulls you back to kiss you on the lips.

Toothpaste and all.

White foam streaks your mouth and drips down the corner of your lip. You’re startled and breathless and laughing, wiping your mouth, but he just stares at the mess he made and grins.

“Fuck,” he mutters, thumb swiping the corner of your lip. “That’s a good look on you.”

You pause. “What?”

His voice drops to a whisper, right against your mouth.

“Can’t wait for it to be the real thing next time. Mouth full, dripping like that, only I’ll be inside you.”

You and Shoko.

She’s in your lap this time, grinding slow while her shirt rides up, your hands under the hem.

Gojo walks in, sees the way your thighs are clenched around her hips, how your nails dig into her back, and he raises an eyebrow.

She just tilts her head back and moans, “You gonna help or watch?”

And while you’re dizzy from the way Shoko’s lips suck a bruise into your collarbone, Gojo reaches between to feel you and you moan.

“Fuck. Shoko she’s so wet for you.”

He lifts Shoko’s face, squishes it and kisses her hard, hen pulls back with a string of saliva before leaving you two.

Movie night (except you’re not even watching)

You’re in Gojo’s lap, straddling him backward, arms slung around his neck.

Geto’s beside him, hand on your ass and other on Shoko’s thigh.

You shift in Gojo’s lap and feel everything.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” Gojo says, voice wrecked, fingers tight on your hips.

You lean back, grinding once more, slow and filthy.

He groans, low and guttural.

“You’re lucky Suguru’s here,” he mutters. “Otherwise I’d bend you over the couch and make you scream loud enough to get noise complaints.”

Beside him, Geto chuckles, dragging his nails up Gojo’s spine.

“And I’d film it.”

2 a.m. on Geto’s bed.

You’re in nothing but his t-shirt, thighs straddling his lap, rolling your hips over him again and again.

You’re both breathless, panting into each other’s mouths, and his hands are all over you; your thighs, your ass, your waist, squeezing like he wants to mark you.

He sits up suddenly and pulls you in tight, your nose brushing his.

“Tell me what you want.”

You pause.

His hand tangles in your hair and yanks, gently.

“Say it.”

Your lips part. “Want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

You hesitate.

He slaps your ass.

“Use your words.”

You whimper. “Inside me.”

He moans like that was the best thing you’ve ever said.

You don’t know how it started, but you’re too far deep.

You have no idea what you guys are.

Geto says you two are together sometimes in public, but realistically none of you act like you’re in a relationship. You don’t know if there’s any romance involved.

All you know is your desperate for each other.

You haven't had sex with any of them. You don't want to until you know what you are.

But sometimes you get a little upset at the way Geto sneaks out of your room to go to Geto and Shoko's. You always know, because you hear them at night, the way they stretch Shoko out, kiss her.

you shouldn't be upset, because Geto always comes back to the bed with you. He never stays with them.

You just wish you knew what you were.

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NEW FICCCCCCC (cover is a work in process okay…)

You're the leader of SIREN, an Idol, influencer, and one half of the industry's favourite power couple. Too bad the other half has been cheating, and you've known it for months.

Suddenly, SIREN is sent on a tour with BROS, the biggest boy group in Teyvat. You're forced to spend basically all your time with five men who see right through the perfect image you've built- especially Alhaitham.

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HOW TO DATE YOUR CLASSMATE 101 BY MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi is hopelessly in love with his outgoing classmate and, guided more by his friends’ advice than his own instincts, ends up stumbling through a series of awkward attempts to catch her attention.

If anyone asked, Megumi Fushiguro would rather fight ten special-grade curses blindfolded than be left alone in a room with you.

It wasn’t that you were mean. Or intimidating. Or even particularly unkind.

No, the problem was that you were you; loud, magnetic, unpredictable in the best way. You joked with strangers, danced at every party, and had once allegedly made out with Toge at a Kyoto mixer just because the energy felt right.

Megumi, on the other hand, walked into a fence during baseball last week because you had been cheering him on with both hands in the air, looking so beautiful with your face paint of the colours of the school- the colours he was WEARING. He looked for way too long, didn’t realize everyone was yelling at him and then hit the fence.

You two weren’t even that close. You hung out in the same group, trained together, did missions sometimes. But it was always as a team; Him, Yuuji, Nobara, you. If it was just you and him? Megumi would short-circuit. 

You probably didn’t even notice how he’d been acting around you.

But his divine dogs sure did, because lately, they kept running up to you. Every time you smiled and knelt down to pet them, his feelings betrayed him and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t call them back. 

He didn’t know what was worse, liking someone so out of his league, or having to survive Yuuji’s “bro I got you” plans to help him.

Like the following tank top incident just a few days ago;

Okay, hear me out,” Yuuji grinned, arm slung over Megumi’s shoulder like they were about to plan the biggest heist ever.  “You’ve got the muscles. You just don’t know how to use them.”

Megumi frowned. “I’m not using my arms. For anything. That involves impressing someone.”

“You’re already doing it wrong,” Nobara announced, kicking open his locker and tossing a black tank top directly into his face. “Put this on. Seriously, as your friend this sounds weird, but you’re very attractive; be confident and flex the muscles, maybe even that back!”

Megumi peeled the shirt off his face like it offended him. “No.”

Nobara glared. “Don’t you wanna get her attention?”

His silence was answer enough.

Cut to ten minutes later: Fushiguro standing stiff as a statue on the outdoor training field in the tightest tank top Nobara chose, shoulders tense, and trying desperately to hold back a glare.

You were nearby with Momo from Kyoto, laughing about something and sipping a bubble tea like you were in a completely different world. The way you talked with your hands, the way your hair bounced when you laughed, holy Megumi was doomed.

“Okay, okay,” Yuuji whispered behind him like a coach giving a halftime speech. “You’re gonna walk over there, and just like… scratch the back of your head. That’s a classic ‘check out my biceps’ move. But do it chill. Natural.”

“I’m not seducing someone with my head scratch,” Megumi hissed.

“You are today,” Panda said solemnly.

Still, Megumi sucked in a breath and did it. He lifted his arm, elbow stiff, and awkwardly reached behind his head.

The result looked less like a confident head scratch and more like a man suffering from sudden neck pain. He held it too long. Then clenched his bicep. Way too hard. His whole body tensed like he was trying to flex every muscle at once.

Yuuji grimaced, “Oh no.”

Nobara slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes watering.

Panda whispered, “Is he… constipated?”

Maki turned around and fully walked away.

And then you turned. Your gaze drifted lazily over the field until it landed on Megumi, mid-flex, veins popping slightly, expression neutral like he’d transcended embarrassment.

You tilted your head, clearly confused…but maybe a little attracted?. “Uh… you good?”

Megumi didn’t move. He had entered some sort of embarrassment-induced fight-or-flight freeze mode.

“Yeah,” he said, voice too low. “Just, uh. Stretching.”

You blinked. “Well…have fun!” You gave him a big smile, “Don’t stress yourself out too much. You’ve been training a lot lately, but it’s definitely doing you good.” You turned back to Momo, acting as if your words didn’t just make him blush profusely and almost make him collapse in adoration.

As soon as your back was turned, Nobara collapsed against Maki, wheezing.

“That was so bad,” Panda whispered between snorts.

Yuuji grabbed Megumi’s shoulders once he walked over after realizing h was staring at you for too long . “I’m proud of you, bro.”

“I want to die.”

Nobara already had her phone up. “And now you live forever. In 4K.”

After that, a few days later, everyone was crammed into the common room after a long day of training and missions; banged up, bruised, and very, very hungry. Someone had ordered takeout from that spicy ramen place downtown (Yuuji’s pick), and the table was overflowing with noodle cups, sauce packets, and chopsticks in every direction.

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, laughing at something Maki said, your mouth full of hot curry ramen. Everyone else had tapped out long ago, tongues scorched, sweat forming at their temples.

“Oh my god,” you said, fanning yourself and slurping another bite. “This is so good. God I love when it hurts.”

Megumi, mid-sip of water, choked slightly.

“Spicy food is character-building,” you declared, waving a noodle-drenched chopstick. “I swear, everyone needs to handle some heat.”

Nobara immediately looked at Megumi with the slowest, most evil smile known to man as she leaned in

“Oh?” she whispered innocently. “Interesting.”

Megumi stiffened. “No.”

Panda popped his head up from behind the couch. “No what?”

“Don’t even-”

“You can handle spicy food, right?” Nobara asked sweetly.

He glared at her. “I will end you.”

“She basically just said it’s a green flag,” Panda added, shoving a Styrofoam container into his lap. “This one’s the ghost pepper dumpling. You got this, king.”

“Don’t say ‘king’ like that.”

Yuuji grinned. “Bro, this is your redemption arc. After the tank top incident, you need a win.”

“This is not a win, this is a medical emergency waiting to happen.”

You were still chatting with Momo and Toge on the other side of the room, too far to hear the conversation, but close enough to watch. And you were watching. Right now. With that curious little smile you always got when something chaotic was about to happen.

Megumi sighed, staring down at the dumpling like it personally wronged him in a past life.

“Fine,” he muttered.

“LET’S GOOOOO,” Panda cheered.

“Shut up,” Megumi hissed.

He picked it up with chopsticks, examined it like he could decode its Scoville level with his eyes alone, and then, quickly, ate the whole thing in one bite.

For three full seconds, nothing happened.

Then his soul left his body.

His eyes widened, throat convulsing slightly as heat exploded across his mouth like a nuclear detonation. He blinked once. Twice.

“You good?” Yuuji asked, already laughing.

Megumi nodded silently.

Nobara whispered, “His eyes are watering.”

Megumi shook his head again, jaw clenched. “I’m-fine-”

You stood up, walking over with a cup of water and a worried grin. “Oh no, Megumi are you okay?!

He could only nod, steam practically pouring out of his ears.

“That was insanely spicy. I like guys who can handle spice, that was cool.” You slid the water to him.

He forced a thumbs up.

Then immediately keeled over and collapsed sideways onto the couch.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, gently placing the water next to him. “You poor thing.”

Megumi couldn’t answer. He was busy staring at the ceiling, hoping to astral project.

Somehow, next week, the Kyoto school got involved.

They were at an exchange training. No one got cursed. No one lost a limb. Maki only threatened to break someone’s kneecaps twice. Overall, solid day

However the real problem was the after-training cooldown area with the guys, buckets of ice water, sweat-drenched shirts, and far too many bored boys.

Megumi was just trying to drink his water in peace.

He failed.

“FUSHIGURO,” Todo boomed, dropping down beside him like a meteor. “I sense a storm in your soul. Who is she?”

Megumi blinked slowly. “What.”

“You like someone,” Todo declared. “You radiate longing. It’s tragic. Poetic. Like a sad stray cat in the rain.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” said Mai, sipping from her boba behind him. Why was she even in here?! “You’re wearing the same shirt from yesterday.”

Megumi opened his mouth to argue, then realized she was right and closed it again.

Momo leaned over. “Wait, who’s the girl?” 

Seriously why were the girls in here.

“Y/N,” Yuuji announced proudly, striding up with a towel around his neck. “He’s down horrific for her.”

Megumi groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “Can everyone please shut up.”

Todo’s eyes sparkled like a man on a mission. “What type of man does she desire?”

“I don’t-”

“WHAT TYPE,” Todo repeated, gripping Megumi’s shoulders.

“She’s loud,” Momo supplied. “Talkative. Super physical.”

“She kissed Toge at that rooftop party last semester,” Mai added, deadly casual. “So probably into spontaneous chaos.”

“She loves dancing,” Yuuji chimed in. “Like actually dances at parties. Full choreography.”

Todo gasped. “Then the answer is clear.”

Megumi braced himself.

“You must transform yourself into the man she wants,” Todo said dramatically. “If she likes dancing, you will dance. If she likes bold men, you will become the boldest. You will ascend through love.”

“That’s horrible advice,” Mai muttered.

“You will no longer be Megumi Fushiguro.” Todo grabbed his hand like they were making a blood pact. “You will be…Megumi 2.0: THE BOLD UPDATE.”

Somehow, against all odds, Megumi Fushiguro had decided to take Todo’s advice.

Which meant that tonight, He was going to a party.

A Kyoto-Tokyo joint party.

He wasn’t sure who exactly convinced him it was a good idea, but it involved Todo’s disaster advice, Yuuji’s endless pep talks, Nobara’s relentless shoves.. Somehow, here he was,  standing on the edge of the room, surrounded by a sea of faces, thumping bass, and flashing lights.

You were already inside the club, glowing and dancing like you owned the place. Your laugh cut through the music, warm and infectious. You moved with such ease between groups, joking, teasing, dancing, that it looked like you were made for this.

Megumi wished he could disappear.

Yuuji sidled up next to him, grinning like a lunatic. “Okay, bro, you got this. Just go dance.”

Megumi blinked. “Dance? Like, move?”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “I’m pushing you in 10 seconds.”

Before he could protest- it wasn’t even 10 seconds since she gave a firm shove that nearly sent him sprawling into the crowd.

The music ramped up, heavy drums, electronic pulses, and suddenly Megumi was swallowed by the mass of people.

He tried to keep his footing, heart hammering, when some random girl stepped right up to him with a grin. Without a word, she started dancing on him, moving close, hips swaying, hands playful on his chest.

Megumi’s brain screamed. His body froze.

He wanted to back away but didn’t want to be rude.

He wanted to dance but didn’t know how.

He wanted to run but didn’t want to look scared.

He wanted to look like he knew what he was doing so you didn’t think he was some sore loser.

Somewhere, Yuuji yelled, “Dance back, dude! Come on!”

Nobara hollered, “MOVE YOUR FEET! DON’T JUST STAND THERE LIKE A STATUE!”

The girl smiled wider, completely unbothered by his silence, and danced closer, still teasing and moving with wild energy.

Megumi’s eyes darted around the room, looking desperately for an escape route.

You were watching too, from a few feet away. Your brow furrowed in confusion, and yet you were giggling at the sight. You saw the tension, the panic, the whole I’m-about-to-die vibe radiating off him, and you thought;, Aw, poor Megumi. He’s so cute.

Then the song ended.

The girl gave him a quick wink and danced off into the crowd.

He just bolted. His breath hitched as he pushed through the crowd, everyone’s eyes briefly on him as he fled.

He burst out the door into the cool night, gasping like he’d just run a marathon. The city stretched out before him in blurry streaks.

Megumi didn’t even glance back when he heard the rooftop door creak open. It was probably Yuuji about to hype him up or Nobara teling him to just give up.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets, pacing slowly, jaw tight. His voice came out before he could think.

“I know you’re gonna say I’m being stupid,” he muttered. “But just… let me say it.”

He exhaled through his nose, pacing a little faster now, eyes fixed on the ground.

“I like her. I like Y/N so much I feel like I’m losing my mind over it.”

His voice was low, rushed, desperate in a way he didn’t know how to shut off.

“She’s not even doing anything. She’s just... existing! And it’s like that alone is enough to screw me up.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, still walking.

“She’s kissed people, dated people. Guys who are funny, loud, good at dancing. I can’t even talk to her half the time without sounding like I forgot how words work.”

His breath caught, but he pushed through it.

“And I know she probably doesn’t see me like that. I know I’m the guy in the background. The serious one. The boring one. The one who ran away when some random girl danced on him like a damn idiot, like she saw that, and I still haven’t recovered. How could I recover it was a minute ago?!”

He stopped, running both hands down his face.

“But I like her anyway,” he said quietly. “Even if it hurts. Even if I’m not what she wants. I just… I can’t turn it off.”

Silence.

He let out a shaky breath. “You don’t have to say anything, Yuuji. I know.”

Then, very softly, a voice that was not Yuuji’s.

“You’re an idiot.”

Megumi froze.

He turned.

You were standing there. Just a few feet away, arms crossed, a soft, almost stunned smile tugging at your lips.

His stomach dropped.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you really just rant about liking me to my face?”

He opened his mouth. No sound came out.

You took a slow step closer. “You said you like me so much it’s messing you up?”

“I-” He blinked hard. “I thought you were… Yuuji…”

“Yeah, no,” you said, almost laughing. “Not even close.”

His ears were burning.

“I am gonna go throw myself off this roof.”

You smiled.

“You could,” you giggled, “or you could listen to me say I like you too.”

His head snapped up.

“I’ve liked you for a while, actually,” you said gently. “I didn’t think you liked me back. I figured I was too loud, too much for you… and you were always just so quiet around me. I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I’m quiet because of you,” he muttered, eyes still wide. “You short-circuit my brain.”

You laughed, and something about the sound broke the tension in his chest completely.

“I think you’re kind of perfect,” you smiled.

He blinked again.

“And I think we should go back downstairs before Nobara starts throwing chairs looking for us.”

He stepped forward, slower now. Still stunned.

“So… this means we’re-?”

“You haven’t even asked me yet, Fushiguro.”

He hesitated. Swallowed hard.

“Would you… wanna go out with me?”

You beamed.

“Yeah. I really would.”

And then, casually, like you weren’t sending him into cardiac arrest, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

His entire system rebooted.

“See you down there,” you said, turning for the door like nothing happened. “Save a dance for me!”

Megumi just stood there, one hand slowly lifting to touch his cheek.

“…what the hell is happening..” and yet he grinned.

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does anyone have ANYTHING I can read where it’s like reader is married to or dating gojo and reader is such a mom to Megumi GOD PLEASE

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hi guys I lowkey wanna read some Draco x reader fics so if some of y’all can send some recommendations

I’m very picky tho I just want like a normal year where they fall in love. bonus points if war is excluded but tbh idc and I HEAVILY prefer wattpad

help a gal out please

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Being the daughter of Voldemort was dangerous enough, but pretending to be a Snape for seven years at Hogwarts was a whole new level of survival.

And especially when it gets hard to keep it from all your friends- especially Draco, the friend you'll eventually fall in love with.

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Whispers After Midnight; Draco x F!Reader

When you, a half-blood Slytherin stumbles upon Draco Malfoy crying in the Astronomy Tower, an unexpected bond forms in the shadows. What starts as quiet comfort turns into a secret romance full of longing glances, late-night kisses, and Draco’s desperate need to hold onto the only softness in his life.

Draco Malfoy wasn’t someone you paid much attention to. Not because you disliked him- quite the opposite. You respected him. You even admired him sometimes, in that strange, quiet way people do when they watch someone from across a room for years without ever really speaking.

You were both in Slytherin. You sat a few rows apart in Potions. Sometimes, your eyes would meet during a heated discussion in Defense Against the Dark Arts - both of you clever enough not to speak unless you were certain you’d win the argument. You had your own circle, your own life. And he had his.

But you weren’t strangers. Not exactly.

In the common room, there were nights when he’d walk past where you were sitting, and your knees would brush. He’d glance down and murmur a quiet, “Excuse me,” but the tone was never cold, it was polite. Surprising. Sometimes in the dining hall, when you were seated opposite each other at breakfast, you’d catch his gaze for half a second as he stirred his tea with precise fingers. He never glared. Never sneered.

Draco Malfoy looked at you like he knew you were more than they said you were; more than a half-blood.

You assumed that was the end of it. Fleeting glances, mutual respect, nothing more.

Until the night you found him crying.

~~~

Astronomy had always been a difficult class for you, not because you didn’t care, but because you did. The calculations were horrendous and the required memory work was brutal. So, the first week back, when everyone else was still basking in the excitements of the new term, you climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower alone. Your robes clung to your arms from the late summer heat, and you clutched your notes and a telescope under one arm, determined to start your star charts early.

The door creaked softly when you pushed it open.

You froze.

Draco Malfoy was sitting there, hunched against the wall beneath a wide arch of open sky. His arms were wrapped around his knees, head bowed low, platinum blond hair falling into his face. The glow from the stars caught the wetness on his cheeks before he wiped it away in a sharp, frustrated motion.

He hadn’t seen you yet.

You should’ve left. You should’ve turned around and given him privacy. But something about the way he looked; not like the Malfoy you’d seen in the corridors, or at Slughorn’s parties, or even across from you in the Slytherin common room. He looked like a boy. A boy falling apart.

Your foot scraped softly against the stone.

He looked up instantly, eyes wide and glassy. For a beat, you stared at each other. His shoulders stiffened.

“S-sorry, I should leave." he said sharply, wiping at his face again. Was he actually...apologizing?

"Are you-"

"I'm fine," He cut you off.

He wasn’t fine. His voice was raw, low, his usual drawl clipped at the edges. He started to stand, but you put your hand on his arm.

“No,” you said quietly. “Stay.”

Draco stared at you like you’d just spoken in Parseltongue.

You walked over slowly and sat beside him, not too close- just enough that your shoulders weren’t touching, but your presence was there, real and unthreatening.

“I was just coming to study,” you murmured, opening your notes. “But I don’t mind sharing.”

He said nothing. His breathing was still uneven. You didn’t look at him. You just turned your telescope toward the stars and pointed upward.

“That’s Altair,” you said after a minute. “And over there, Vega.”

He didn't respond, but he was following your finger.

You kept going. Slowly. Calmly. Like naming the stars might soothe something in both of you. “That one, Deneb, it’s part of the Summer Triangle. Really bright, but kind of overlooked in favor of the others.”

You heard him exhale, shakily. Then: “You’re good at this.”

You turned to find him watching you, his expression unreadable.

You offered a small smile. “I have to be. Professor Sinistra nearly made me cry last year.”

A tiny breath of laughter escaped him. You looked away, heart skipping slightly.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was strange. Soft. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his eyes were still rimmed red. You could tell he was holding back, but whatever grief had clawed its way out of him earlier had subsided to something quieter. Manageable.

Minutes passed. You felt the night settle around you both like a blanket. The chill, the rustle of wind, the quiet, rhythmic sound of his breathing. Then, after nearly half an hour, you felt it.

The tiniest brush of his fingers against yours on the stone floor.

He didn’t take your hand. He didn’t look at you.

But he didn’t move away either.

~~~

After that, it was quiet moments that built into something real.

He started waiting for you after class, never directly, never obviously, but he’d linger outside the door, head tilted as if you just happened to walk out at the same time. In the common room, he’d always manage to find his way to your side. He’d bring you tea the way you liked it, two sugars, milk, and pass it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

At breakfast, his foot would nudge yours under the table. You’d nudge back. In Charms, he’d share his notes without asking. In the library, he’d sit beside you and pretend to read, but half the time you’d feel his eyes flick up to watch you instead.

One night, everyone had stayed up too late; Pansy was retelling some outrageous gossip, Blaise was pretending not to care, Theo was half-asleep by the fire. You and Draco were side by side, tucked into the corner of the couch. You weren’t even sure when the others slipped away, but when you woke up hours later, the common room was empty and the fire was embers.

You blinked groggily and shifted, trying to sit up so Draco could lie down more comfortably. But the moment you moved, his arm tightened around you.

"Don’t go," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

“I was just-” you began.

His eyes opened, slow and bleary. But then they dropped to your lips.

He stared for a beat too long.

And then, softly, hesitantly, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was warm. Slow. Like he’d been thinking about it for a long time and finally let himself do it.

You kissed him back.

After that night, he started finding excuses to kiss you more.

In the Astronomy Tower. In the empty parts of the library. Even in his room, when he started sneaking you in after everyone was asleep. He’d cast a silencing spell around his bed- because the truth was, you two weren’t hooking up, but you were definitely… loud kissers. And he liked to talk. Especially when his lips were on yours.

You’d curl up under the blankets, tangled together. Some nights, he’d rest his head in your lap and whisper about his father, his mother, how exhausting it was to pretend all the time. You’d run your fingers through his hair and tell him the names of stars until he fell asleep holding you.

Sometimes, he’d slip you notes during the day, scribbled in his neat handwriting:

“Meet me. Tonight. Our place.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you today. I think I’m going mad.”

And you’d go to him.

He’d draw the curtains of his four-poster bed shut. Cast a silencing charm. Pull you into his arms and hold you like he’d fall apart without you. He kissed you like he needed you, like you were the only thing keeping him sane.

Your bodies tangled. You’d fall asleep holding him, and he’d wake you with kisses- your cheek, your neck, your lips- before grinning as you slipped back into your room wearing one of his shirts. He never hid how much he loved seeing you in his clothes.

It was everything you never knew you wanted.

Until it wasn’t enough.

~~~

Four months in, you started to notice.

Cedric and Cho. Ron and Hermione. Harry and Ginny. Fred and Angelina.

They were public. Not gross, not performative; just proud. They held hands in hallways. Shared smiles in class. Kissed each other goodbye at the edge of the Great Hall.

And you?

You sat across from Draco. Your knees touched under the table. You smiled across the room. But in public, he didn’t reach for you. He didn’t call you his. He didn’t show you off. You didn't even know what you two were.

You weren’t stupid. You knew why. The name. The pressure. The fear. But still- a part of you began to ache.

You began to wonder if maybe you were just a secret. Something he only wanted in the dark.

George Weasley had always been a bit of a lone wolf when it came to love. Not because he wasn’t charming- Merlin, he could flirt a girl into a coma if he wanted to- but because he preferred to make sure everyone else was smiling first. He liked sitting back and watching Fred thrive in his endless escapades, liked teasing Ron about his awkwardness with Hermione, and liked seeing people happy together, even if he wasn’t part of a pair himself.

You always teased him about that.

“You know half the Gryffindor girls would say yes if you so much as looked their way, right?”

He’d roll his eyes, grin crookedly, and mutter something about “too much effort” or “can’t ruin the mystery.” But deep down, he didn’t mind being on his own, not when he had good friends, good laughs, and a best friend like you who knew all the ways to make him crack up in the middle of class.

George was easy to be around. That’s why when you asked him to help with your little plan to get Draco’s attention, he didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second. He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what you were doing and why. He saw the way you looked at Draco when you thought no one noticed. And he saw the way Draco looked at you like he wanted to bottle you up and keep you on a shelf where no one else could reach you.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” you said, fingers twisting in your lap.

George leaned back with a lazy grin. “Oh, darling. You’re not gonna hurt him. You’re just going to make him realize.”

So he helped.

He walked you to class. Held your books. Sat beside you at lunch and whispered in your ear- half the time, something idiotic that made you burst into laughter.

“Ron looks like a damp troll today,” George muttered once as Draco watched from across the room. You choked on your juice and elbowed George hard.

But it worked.

You stopped going to the tower.

And that was what finally broke Draco.

~~~

You went back one night, guilt settling in your stomach for leaving him alone for a few days.

You weren’t expecting him to be there, especially after your absence. But he was, standing by the ledge, arms crossed, face hard. His eyes found yours instantly.

“Decided to remember I existed?” he asked, his voice tight.

You just sighed. "Drac-"

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t act like I’m being ridiculous. You disappeared. You didn’t come to the tower. You didn’t answer my owls. You sat with him at lunch.”

He stepped forward.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice cracking. “Do you understand that? Mine. Not George’s. Not anyone’s. Mine, mine, mine.”

His hands were suddenly on your waist, pulling you in with a desperation that made your knees weak.

“I can’t breathe when you ignore me,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Please, pretty girl, I can’t- don’t do that to me again. Don’t leave me. I love you. I love you. Just say you’re still mine. Please. Say it.”

You kissed him. Hard.

He kissed you back like he was drowning and you were air, as his hands wandered over your body, desperate to touch you, hold you, feel you. He needed to close any gap between you two, have you all over him.

“I’m yours,” you breathed against his lips. “I’ve always been yours. I love you."

~~~

That night, he brought you to his room. Cast the silencing charm like always. But it was different.

He kissed you gently- slowly unbuttoning your clothes, whispering how beautiful you were, how much he adored you. How he couldn’t stand to keep hiding.

“I’m going to show them,” he said, voice hoarse. “All of them. I want them to know. I want them to see.”

And when your clothes were discarded outside the bed, he grinned.

“Let them wonder.”

It wasn’t just kissing anymore.

It was love. Soft, aching, real love.

And the next morning, when you walked into the Great Hall holding his hand, you didn’t flinch at the looks. You sat beside him proudly, his arm around your shoulders.

You caught George’s eye across the room.

He winked at you, then turned to smile at the girl beside him- Katie Bell- who was already laughing at something he’d said.

And just like that, it was no longer a secret.

It was yours. Out in the open. Unafraid.

You were his. And he was yours.

[makelemonade]

WHERE IS THE GENSHIN ANGST. WHERE IS THE GENSHIN FLUFF. WHERE IS THE GENSHIN HURT/COMFORT.

[makelemonade]

MASTERLIST; GENSHIN + JJK

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!! <3 means there's smut, and everything listed here is an f!reader. This doesn't include my very old 3 years ago cringe horrible writing posts

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato's Assistant

He loves me, he loves me not

Alhaitham

He loves me, he loves me not

Childe

Troubled love life with the Harbingers

Debt collector Childe falling in love with you

Dottore

Test Subject <3

Test Subject Part 2 <3 (includes Pantalone & Capitano)

Diluc

Would you fall in love with me again?

Spending your birthday at dawn winery for the first time

Multiple Men

Doing the "she's busy" prank on them (SMAU)

Your birthday

Them Snoring (crack)

Genshin Men as Disney Princes

How Genshin Men FUCK <3

Best friends to fuck friends <3

Things they do when they're in love but haven't realized it yet

Oh fuck! yes, use me! I'm yours! <3

Why would you make that the safe-word?!

How people find out you're dating them (suggestive)

^^^ part 2

Smut Scenarios <3

Troubled love life with the Harbingers

How people find out you're dating them (pt3)

The Fatui's cum slut <3

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys <3

Series;

The Harbingers Little Daughter (pt1)

They don't know much (pt2)

JJK

Trying to hide an injury from them (SMAU)

texts with jjk men that are actually from insta reels (smau)

^^^pt 2

when you live in a sketchy/dangerous neighborhood (SMAU)

when you haven't been eating (SMAU)

how you refer to their dick (like borderline otw to smut) (crack) (SMAU)

when you accidentally tell them you're horny (BORDERLINE otw to smut) (SMAU)

PT2; After they find out you haven't been eating (smau)

When you leave in the middle of the night (SMAU)

How they deal with your toxic bf (SMAU)

They hear your new song after the breakup (SMAU

Nanami

Between the lines (Stripper x CEO) <3

FICS (Unless specified, it'll be on Wattpad)

Everything you can't see (Childe x Reader) AO3/Wattpad

Love the mask, who's under it? (Alhaitham x Reader)

Great, it's like a hidden identity (Scaramouche x Reader)

The First Remains of Stone (Childe x Reader/Found family fatui) AO3 Only

[makelemonade]

BETWEEN THE LINES; StripperF!Reader x CEO!Nanami

so this is lwokey kinda long. you works for him at his business but you r secretly a stripper and he finds out. I don’t know what happens with the smut scene it got so erotic anywho…

I don’t even know what to put for the warnings. you’re a stripper, you give him a show, a lap dance, he starts touching you, fingers you, bj, rough fuck. boom. also gets degrading. slut is used a few times. he might’ve said cum slut? Read and find out.

You were an absolute mystery to him.

For however long you had been his assistant, Nanami was proud of himself for being an upstanding boss. He wa a professional, composed, he made sure to keep everything light, and he always maintained the line between work and personal interests.

But you made that insanely difficult.

You were beautiful, intelligent, poised, classy, everything.

It was Gojo, of all people, who made him realize that at twenty eight, he had buried himself so deep in work that he hadn’t given himself any time to find love.

“Come on, Nanamin,” Gojo had teased, lounging lazily in his office chair and rolling it around. “You’re rich, young, and stupidly responsible. Not even a little in love?”

At the time, Nanami had just scoffed.

But then he thought of you. He thought about the way you laughed, always hiding your teeth behind your hand like you were afraid of being too unrestrained. He thought of the way you carried yourself, always with class, always composed, but he’d seen the moments when you let your guard down, when you smiled in that quiet way that made his chest feel tight.

It was unprofessional. You worked for him, and he respected boundaries.

But then there was the deal with your late evenings, the way you always left work in such a hurry, always in the opposite direction of your home. The way you clutched that medium-sized bag to your side, one that jingled softly when you walked.

He told himself he wasn’t suspicious.

He was simply concerned.

So when he found himself following you one evening…

He hadn’t expected you to enter a strip club.

~~~

Nanami was not a man who indulged in places like this. He had never once thought about it without a slight thought of distaste. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, a strong stench of alcohol, and the flickering multicoloured lights were giving him a headache.

He didn’t know why he stayed. He just wanted to make sure you were okay, but he also wondered why you were here. Was it for a party? Meeting friends? You didn’t seem like the type of person to come here.

And then he saw you. But not in the way he thought he would.

The stage was bathed in a low, sultry red, and there you stood, poised on impossibly high heels he honestly though he’d only seen in movies, moving with a grace that made his throat dry.

You hadn’t seen him yet.

He knew he should’ve left, and yet he sat down.

He was sitting just far enough back, hidden in the shadows, but close enough that he could see everything; the way you wrapped yourself around the pole, arching and twisting with ease. The way you let your hands roam over your own body, teasing the crowd with a slow, sensual roll of your hips.

Nanami was transfixed.

He had to admit, with a level of shame, that you were breathtaking.

He hated it.

Not because he found it distasteful, but because they didn’t deserve to look at you like this.

They didn’t deserve to cheer, to throw crumpled bills at your feet, to whisper crude things about you. He could give you far nicer, cleaner, straighter bills either way.

Your show was fifteen minutes

He sat through all of it, his jaw tight, his fists clenched beneath the table.

When the show ended, he stood.

~~~

“She’s cheap,” the bouncer muttered when Nanami approached the entrance to the private rooms. “Not many people want her. She’s a hundred dollars.”

Nanami’s expression remained blank, but something deep in his chest twisted unpleasantly.

“Not many people want her.”

He exhaled slowly,“Does she get paid everything?”

The bouncer shrugged. “Yeah.”

Without a second thought, Nanami slipped five 100$ bills into his hand.

The man raised a brow. “You want extra time?”

“No.” Nanami’s voice was firm. “I just want her.”

The private room was dimly lit, a single chair facing the center where a lone pole stood, gleaming under the soft neon glow.

Nanami sat, and he couldn’t deny how scared, shocked, and nervous he was.

The door opened.

You stepped inside, saw him, and froze.

The color drained from your face. Your lips parted, but no words came. And then, in a voice barely above a whisper…

“Sir?”

Nanami forced his expression to not waver. He only tilted his head slightly, watching as a hundred different emotions flickered across your face.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking away in shame.

You were apologizing to him.

For what? For working? For existing outside of the neat little box he had unknowingly put you in?

He shook his head, lifting a hand. “Shh.”

You swallowed.

You hesitated, as if you weren’t sure what to say.

“Dance for me.”

The words came before he could stop them.

You stiffened, and he could see the hesitation in your stance, the uncertainty.

Did you think he was going to fire you?

He should have reassured you. He should have told you that you didn’t need to, that this wasn’t necessary.

But then you moved.

And Nanami didn’t blink.

Your hands trailed over your sides as you stepped forward, moving with ease. The soft glow of the room cast a warm light over your skin as you grasped the pole, arching your back just enough to elongate the curve of your body.

Nanami said nothing, but his throat was really dry.

You turned, swaying your hips as you moved in slow, deliberate motions. Every roll, every calculated glance from beneath your lashes, was designed to entice. And yet, he could still see the slight hesitation, the way your fingers twitched ever so slightly.

“How long?” His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it. “Havé you been doing this?”

You blinked, still moving, one leg wrapping around the pole as you arched backward.

“…About 6 months.”

His jaw tightened. He had known you for a year and a half.

“And do I not pay you enough?”

You faltered for just a second, a slip in your composure so brief that had he not been watching so intently, he would have missed it.

“The pay is fine.”

Fine.

Not good. Not enough. Just fine.

He exhaled through his nose, fingers curling into the armrest of the chair.

“Are you happy here?”

You scoffed, but didn’t answer. Instead, you moved closer, gliding down to your knees in front of him, your hands trailing over your own skin as you leaned back.

“No.”

Something twisted in his chest.

Then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, your hands were pressed against his thighs, and in one smooth motion, you slid onto his lap, straddling him.

He went absolutely rigid.

God he felt everytjing; the way your breath fanned against his cheek, the way your hands rested against his chest, as if testing the waters.

And then, slowly, you began to roll your hips.

Nanami’s fingers twitched. His breathing was controlled, but barely (he was fighting HARD). His entire body was locked in place

“You’re tense,” you murmured, your voice softer than he had ever heard it as you ghosted just over his ear.

Nanami swallowed, his hands flexing where they hovered just above your thighs. You noticed his hesitation and laughed.

“This is…” He exhaled sharply as you moved again, the friction sending a sharp pulse of heat through his veins. “…not appropriate.”

You tilted your head, a coy smile tugging at your lips, but there was something unreadable in your eyes.

“And yet,” you whispered, rolling your hips once more, “you’re still here.”

Nanami clenched his jaw.

“You can touch me, you know?”

He should have stopped this. He should have pushed you away, stood up, walked out, anything but sit here, unmoving, as you danced in his lap.

“I thought it was a rule to not touch the dancers?” His self restraint was slipping away.

You smiled, leaning in to lick a strip from his neck to his jaw and he almost groaned.

“You’re my exception.”

Holy fuck.

His hands were immediately on your hips, grinding you down as he rolled his hips up into yours. He didn’t care if his hard in was embarassing, it felt too good and he refused to let you go.

The wave of arousal that spiked through him when you moaned was pathetic. When was the last time he had ever had something intimate with a woman?

His hands moved up, cupping your tits through the thin fabric of your lingerie; One he actually really admired, if he had to admit.

Despite the intimacy of this moment and well, the setting. He was too scared to actually fondle you.

When you noticed his hesitation, you laughed again and placed your hands over his, encouraging him as you squeezed just a bit.

This felt so wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, that he was probably acting like any other men who had previously requested you, and yet his face was suddenly in your chest, licking and kissing and fondling as much as he wanted. Like he was starved.

“ah-ngh sir…”

“Kento.” He breathed out, slipping your tits out your top to suck at your nipple, his tongue swirling around while the other one was being pinched and pulled, making you moan louder. He kept switching between. “Call me Kento.”

While he sucked, his hands moved behind to grope your ass. His fingers dug into your flesh possessively, kneading the plump cheeks. "Mmm, you feel divine,"

Leaning in, he latched onto the next nipple once again, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud.

You arched your back “k-Kento! ngh! mmph~”

His mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with yours as he ground his hardening cock against your plush rear.

His hands pushed your panties aside, revealing your slick, bare folds.

"Oh, you're so wet already," he breathed. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan.

His thumbs parted your lips further, exposing your clit to his probing touch. You rocked your hips, seeking more friction. "Nnha...aah~! P-please, Kento..."

With a soft chuckle, he slipped two long fingers inside your clenching heat, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot within. Your back arched, a sharp cry escaped your throat. "Aaaah~! Y-yes, right there! Oooh~!"

His fingers curled harder, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within you. Your slick walls fluttered and clenched, drawing him in deeper. "Nnha...aah~! S-so gooood! Feels so... oooh! Nnhooh! Th-therah~ mm-more- Aa~hnng!!"

He pumped his fingers faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the air. Your moans rose to a high pitch, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. "Nnha...aah~! Y-yesss! D-deep, d-don't stop! Ahhnng~! F-feels am-azing!"

His thumb worked your clit mercilessly, sending electric pulses of pleasure coursing through your trembling body.

He abruptly withdrew his fingers from your quivering core, leaving you gasping for air. Before you could process what was happening, he grasped your chin firmly and guided your head downwards.

"Now it's my turn," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You obeyed without hesitation, sinking to your knees before him. As he lifted his hips, you caught your first glimpse of his impressive length. It stood tall and proud, the thick shaft glistening with precum. Almost drooling, you reached out a trembling hand to wrap your fingers around his base, marveling at the sheer size and girth.

"Holy shit," you breathed, your eyes wide with awe. "You're huge…”

He chuckled darkly, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head. "

You opened your mouth wide, eager to take him in. His cockhead nudged against your lips, and then he was pushing forward, stretching your jaw to its limits. You felt the thick ridge of his shaft bumping against your tongue as he sank deeper, hitting the back of your throat with a guttural groan.

"Fuuuck, just like that," he rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You bobbed your head, reveling in the taste of his salty precome. Your tongue swirled around his length, coating every inch in warm, wet suction. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a vacuum seal as you sucked harder, determined to bring him pleasure.

"Mmmph~!" The vibrations rippled through his cock as you deepthroated him again and again.

"Nngh, s-so good," He moaned, his hips jerking slightly as you worked his throbbing member. "Look at you, taking my cock like a pro. Such a dirty slut for cock.”

He had no idea where this side of him came from, or well, when it came back. but he didn’t care to think about it right now. Hell he actually couldn’t think at all.

The filthy praise only spurred you on. You relaxed your throat, allowing him to slide even deeper, until your nose was buried at his groin. You sucked harder, your saliva pooling around the base of his cock as you struggled to accommodate his girth.

"Mmph, ah, fuck, yes!" Nanami’s grip on your hair tightened, his other hand coming to rest on your cheek. "Lick the underside, get that tongue all over: Show me how much you love sucking cock."

You complied eagerly, trailing your tongue along the prominent ridges beneath his shaft.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he neared the brink. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth with my cum," he warned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Swallow it all, understand? Don't spill a drop."

You nodded frantically, your own arousal spiking at the thought of tasting his essence. You redoubled your efforts, sucking hard and fast, desperate to coax out his climax.

That's when his hips bucked violently, his cock pulsing against your tongue as he erupted. "Fuck, swallow it all!” he roared, his hot seed flooding your mouth in powerful spurts.

You gulped reflexively, trying to keep pace with his intense orgasm.

You swallowed, milking his cock for every last drop. The musky flavor coated your tongue, and you couldn't help but moan softly in appreciation, even as you continued to suck gently to prolong his pleasure.

When his spasms finally subsided, you released his cock with a gentle pop. You looked up at him through lashes heavy with desire, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. "Mmm, delicious," you purred, licking your lips clean of any remaining traces of cum.

His's chest heaved as he caught his breath. He stood up, and lifted you up by your underarms so effortlessly, and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the wall.

"You want it rough, don’t you?" his lips brushed against yours in a searing kiss. His hands roamed your body, groping and squeezing.

You nodded, arching into his touch. "Y-yes, please," you whimpered against his mouth.

With a primal grunt, Nanami positioned himself at your entrance and drove into you with one powerful thrust. You cried out, your back slamming against the cool surface as he filled you to the hilt.

His hips snapped forward, driving his thick cock deep into your clinging heat. "Nnha...aah! So full! Feels so... oooh! Nnhooh!, mm-more, Aaahnng!!"

Your legs tightened around him, ankles locking at the small of his back as he set a relentless pace. Each brutal thrust sent jolts of pleasure through your core, your moans rising to a fever pitch.

"Mmmph! Your cock, it's so big! Harder, please!" you begged, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He snarled, his eyes flashing with dominance. "You want to be used, huh? Then take it like the filthy slut you are."

His hips pistoned relentlessly, pounding into you with savage intensity. "Nnha...aah! S-so deep! Feels s-so... oooh!”

Your cries of ecstasy mingled with the lewd slaps of flesh against the wall. Sweat dripped down your bodies, mixing with the scent of sex that hung heavy in the air.

"You love being fucked raw, don't you?" He growled, his voice low and menacing. "Love feeling my cock stretch your greedy cunt open. Admit it, you're nothing but a cum-hungry whore."

The degradation only fueled your arousal, your inner walls clenching greedily around his plundering shaft. "Y-yes, I'm your whore!" you sobbed, overcome with lust. "

Your pleasure built to a crescendo, your inner walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock. "Aaah, I'm going to... cum!" you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your frantic panting.

Nanami’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he sensed your impending climax. "Go ahead, cum on my cock like the filthy little slut you are," he commanded, his voice still rough with lust but lacking some of its earlier venom. He was getting close too.

With ag cry, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave. Your pussy spasmed wildly, milking hi cock for all it was worth as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Through it all, he continued to pound into you, chasing his own release.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock twitching as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep within your convulsing depths. "Fuuuuck, yeah, take it all!" he groaned, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into your willing womb.

You felt each pulse of his climax, your own oversensitive body responding with aftershocks of pleasure. As his spent cock softened inside you, he slowly pulled out, his cum leaking out to trickle down your thighs.

Panting heavily, you slid down the wall, your legs no longer able to support you in the aftermath of your intense coupling. Nanami loomed over you, his chest heaving as he stared down at your debauched form sprawled before him.

Your body was spent, trembling slightly as you lay on the floor, struggling to catch your breath. The air in the private room felt thick, the dim lights casting shadows over the space. Your limbs felt weak, the weight of exhaustion settling deep into your bones.

And then, warmth.

Nanami crouched beside you, his hands guiding you upright. His touch was careful, steady, as he helped clean you up, his movements precise, as if this was something he had always meant to do. How was this man who was so degrading just 4 minutes ago so careful.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice low but resolute. You almost scoffed because what the fuck just happened.

You barely had the energy to respond, your lashes heavy as you blinked up at him.

A rustle of fabric, and then his jacke (the expensive, tailored one he always wore) was draped over your shoulders, the scent of him surrounding you like a protective shield. It was far too big, but the warmth of it seeped into your skin, comforting in a way you hadn’t expected.

He didn’t say anything as he slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you effortlessly into his hold. You let out a soft sound of protest, but he silenced you with a single look

“I’m carrying you out of this place,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And you’re never coming back.”

Your fingers curled into the lapel of his shirt, your throat tightening.

“I… I have bills to-“

“I’ll raise your pay.” His tone was decisive, like it was already settled. “You should have come to me.”

You swallowed hard, something twisting in your chest.

“And,” he continued, his gaze softening just slightly, “I want to go out with you.”

Your breath hitched.

You searched for anything that would make this moment feel less surreal. But there was none. Just unwavering determination, quiet and steady, like everything else about him.

Nanami Kento wasn’t a man who made promises lightly.

And somehow, you knew that this was one he would keep.

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FORGET ABOUT SMUT. PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.

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The Harbinger’s Daughter; Series; They don’t know much.

authors note; hello it’s not exactly like a series where you have to read each part it’s just all under the same name. - wanna make this into a continuous “series” with just little stories or ideas so if anyone has any ideas or stuff they wanna see my inbox is open only for that!!!

pt1

- reader is in last year of high school, female reader, it’s kinda modern but also kinda isn’t do with that what you will

basically the harbingers realizing they don’t know much abt reader and Pantalone decides to find out

The lounge room was quiet, only the sound of the crackling fireplace filling the room along with the clicking of Dottore’s pen since he was frustrated with his current work- no one was annoyed, this was usual for him. Pierro sat in his specific sofa chair, it was large enough to fit him perfectly. However he wasn’t as comfortable as he looked, no, instead his face was one of concern and annoyance.

The others were scattered around the room, Signora was flipping through a magazine, Childe was just staring up at the ceiling with Capitano- the both laying on the floor, Pantalone was flipping through a bunch of papers with complicated equations, and Dottore was looking over his science whatever notes.

“I need to ask you all something,” Pierro spoke up, folding his hands together. Everyone looked over. “What does Y/N like?”

Everyone’s eyes lit up, and yet a heavy silence settled over the room.

They realized they knew nothing.

Childe shifted uncomfortably, “Uhh, she trains with me sometimes?” he offered hesitantly.

Signora grimaced. “She borrows my perfume. She….likes perfume.”

Dottore sighed, throwing away his papers and pen. “She’s smart, likes learning new things. Dunno.”

Capitano just didn’t say anything.

Pantalone just pressed his lips together, a little disappointed in himself for not knowing.

Pierro waited for more answers, and when none came, he was also disappointed, and a little frustrated. He spoke with a scoff, “How could we raise her and know nothing about her?”

He was a lot more disappointed in himself though, he was your father- how did he know nothing?! You were almost an adult, he’s raised you since you were a baby with the rest of them.

He stood up, exhaling. “I’ll go ask her. I wanted to spend some time with her.”

He left the room, listening to his own footsteps echoing in the hall as he walked the long way around the castle, making his way to your room.

“Y/N?” He called, knocking lightly. He waited a few seconds, but there was nothing. “Y/N?” He called again.

No answer.

“Okay, I’m coming in.” He turned the doorknob, opening it slowly. His frown depended once he scanned the room, you weren’t in your bed, your bathroom door was wide open, and your purse was gone- everything that connects to you was fine.

An uncomfortable feeling settled in his chest and he immediately turned out of the room and walked down the hall to the guards. “Where is she?” He demanded.

One of the agents stiffened. “She left a few hours ago, sir. We assumed she had your permission.”

He felt his heart quicken, turning away from the guards to rush back to the lounge room.

“She’s gone,” Pierro announced, his eyes scanning each face in the room.

Childe and Capitano say up, with Childe’s meditating expression replaced with concern. “What do you mean gone?”

“I mean she left the castle.” Pierro sighed. “Without anyone knowing. She found a way,”

A long pause followed.

Signorae ran a hand through her hair, visibly worried. “Okay, she’s obviously gonna come backs right?”

Silence followed again.

Capitano cleared his throat. “Although I find it worrisome she left without a word, I doubt she means any harm. I believe she just wanted to go out without having to tell any of us.”

Dottore chuckled. “I’m not surprised she left without saying anything; we know absolutely nothing about her.

There was no retort.

Pantalone stood up, “Hold on.” He said, before rushing out of the lounge room and down the hall to Pulcinella’s office.

He knocked 3 times, hearing a mumble of a “come in.”

Pulcinella was sat on his high chair, looking over files on his messy desk. He looked up and his annoyed feature was replaced with a smile. “Ah, Pantalone. What can I do for you?”

Pantalone gave a small, worried smile back. “Y/N is gone. She left and we don’t know where she is and she didn’t tell any of us.”

Pulcinella frowned. “Oh, well that’s not good- thé not telling you part. She’ll be back soon.”

Pantalone gave him a curious look. “What do you mean? Does she normally leave?”

Pulcinella nodded. “She asks me most of the time, since you’re all not around as much as I am.”

Pantalone knew he didn’t mean that as anything rude but it still sting him a little bit. “Do you know where she could be?”

Pulcinella gave a knowing smile, looking back down at the papers he was reading over. “She loves books. I’d start out at the library.”

~~

The library was quiet, save for the movement of pages as you sat at a small table in a far corner, surrounded by four books. Shopping bags were piled at your feet.

Pantalone slipped into the seat across from you, his presence imposing despite his calm persona- you hadn’t even noticed he’d entered the library or was walking towards you.

You blinked in surprise. “Uh. What are you doing here?”

He rested his chin on his hand, “What are you doing here? How did you even get out of the castle?”

You hesitated for a moment, slowly putting down the book before a sly smile crept across your face. “I put on Capitano’s jacket. No one questioned me.”

Pantalone laughed. “Of course you did.” His have moved to the books aroubd you. “You like reading?”

You nodded, pulling your book closer. “I come here a lot.”

Pantalone’s sharp eyes narrowed. “How many times have you snuck out?”

“Well, it’s not exactly sneaking out it I ask Pulcinella.” You giggled, giving a cheeky grin.

His gaze shifted, this time landing on the shopping bags on the ground by your feet. “And shopping?”

You smiled proudly. “I love it.”

He raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with curiosity. “I don’t recall giving you any money.”

You shrugged casually. “Oh, I paid for it myself.”

Pantalone’s brow furrowed slightly. “You don’t have a job.”

“I do.”

Now he was shocked. “Since when?”

“I work at the daycare,” you said it so casually that it just made him feel more shocked and, honestly, worst about himself. “After school, for about four hours.”

Pantalone blinked, looking at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. “…And what exactly do you do there?”

“We teach the kids sometimes. I help with karate.”

He stared at you, disbelief written across his face. “Self-Defense?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed, your voice light, beginning to feel a little awkward.

The silence that followed felt thick.

“…How do I know nothing about you?” He mumbled.

You hesitated, then reached into your pocket and pulled out a folded paper. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

He took the paper, scanning the question quickly. It was a prompt for your economics class; Thé questions were about market trends and financial stability- he could do this in his sleep.

“You’re taking economics?” he asked, surprised as he looked up at you.

“Yeah, I was interested in it.”

Pantalone tapped the paper thoughtfully. “What do you want to do when you’re older? You’re in your final year aren’t you?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “I think I want to go into sciences. I was thinking of applying to the Academia soon.”

He smiled, brows raising. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“…Because of Dottore.” you confessed softly, grimacing.

Pantalone let out a long, sad sigh, his expression softening. “Just because Dottore had a bad past with the Academia doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to help you. In fact, he’d probably be thrilled.”

Your eyes lit up with hope. “Really?”

“Of course,” he affirmed with a small nod.

You both sat in silence for the next while. You were just thinking of what next, while he was thinking too much. He knew nothing about you, but now seeing all this, he kind of does know you.

Because you’re him. You’re the others.

Your interests in economics- Pantalone. Sciences - Dottore. Your love for shopping - Signora. Working with little kids - Arlecchino. Teaching said little kids karate - Childe. Reading - Pulcinella and Capitano. Your intelligence and curiosity - Pierro.

You were all of them combined.

After a while, he glanced at the time on his watch. It was 5pm, dinner was at 7pm. “It’s best we go now.”

You gave a small pout but still stood up, closing the book. “Let me go return these.” You piled the books together, and he made a mental note of the title of the book you were reading before he got here.

~~~

At dinner that evening, Pierro’s voice cut through the awakward silence. “I was really worried when you left today.”

You winced, guilt creeping in. “I’m sorry.” It was a little awkward, and you were glad not all the Harbingers came for dinner.

He put his utensils down, “You aren’t confined here.” He said gently. “However I do prefer you let us know when you leave. I’ve already got white hairs, don’t make it worse.”

You laughed and he smiled, and a few others giggled, the tension easing.

~~~

The next morning, you woke to find new findings on your tables. Curious, you stood up and walked over to them, only to end up shocked and heartfelt.

Dottore’s old notes from his academia days were stacked neatly, along with folders with even more. There were piles of fancy clothes and new makeup. The economics assignment you gave Pantalone was completed, and he had wrote notes to explain the questions and answers.

Right beside it, was the book you hadn’t finished the other day. There was a small sticky note on it, reading “Meet in the lounge.”

Your heart was racing with anticipation as you hurried over to the lounge room, excited for what was awaiting you. Capitano was there and gestured for you to follow him, laughing at your eagerness.

He has taken you to a room down the hall- you’d never entered this room and you honestly didn’t even know it was there.

Upon entering, you gasped.

It was a library. Shelves upon shelves of books; They were all new, shining and hardcover, waiting for you. Pierro and Pantalone stood inside, watching you closely and laughing at your reaction.

“H-how…” You trailed off, spinning to look at everything and feeling overwhelmed. “When- how-?!”

Pantalone smirked. “Pulcinella and I placed orders for books- he knew which ones you’d like. We’d sent agents out to do the pick ups, and the rest of us put up the shelves, while signora and Childe decorated. We had some agents give the finishing touches.”

You felt tears in your eyes and you immediately threw yourself into their arms. “Thank you thank you thank you!!! It’s beautiful!”

Pantalone hugged you back tight, placing a kiss to the top of your head. He let you go to give you a moment with Pierro.

Pierro patted your back gently. “I’m your father. I always want to know what’s going on in your life.”

You pulled away, shaking your head and sniffing. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Pierro’s expression softened, his voice full of warmth. “You could never bother me.”

And for the first time, you truly believed it.

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debt!collector childe falling in love with you (f) despite hardly ever speaking to you and only watching you hand over the money

The first time Childe saw you, he didn’t really think you were anything special. Just another girl who had borrowed money, and now it was time to pay it back.

However, he couldn’t deny he was a bit interested in the way you acted. Most people who were in debt would come begging for mercy, cower in fear, or half the time they wouldn’t show up and he’d have to hunt and take them down. Yet whenever you showed up, you had a bright smile on your face, and you were so polite.

He’d watch the way you treated his agents with respect, even when they were rude or made comments. You’d just smile, and hand over the money you owed and wished them a good day. Sometimes you’d even make small talk while the money was counted.

There was never a time he had to get involved. His job was to boss around the agents to get the money, and then report back to Pantalone on how much was being returned. He liked that he didn’t have to get involved with you, although he was kinda starting to wish he could.

Over time, Childe started to notice more about you. Sometimes, his kinder agents would spark up a conversation with you, and he’d start listening in a bit more than he usually did. Your eyes would light up when you started rambling about something passionately. He knew you liked to garden and bake.

He liked that you stood up for yourself. Sometimes his, more, what’s the word? Asshole agents would make a retort, and yet you’d fight back so politely. He’d get closer whenever an agent said something, in case he had to intervene, but he never did, because you always stood up for yourself in the right ways that didn’t anger them.

He’d fully watch in admiration.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. He’d hardly speak to you and yet after you handed over the money, you’d look up at him, smile and bid him goodbye. He loved the way you carried yourself with such quiet dignity. It didn’t make sense, but he really liked it.

A few months passed and Childe started looking forward to the meetings with you. He even started making sure the meet up spots were nicer; instead of the quiet corners at night, he’d start setting them up for flower fields so you could admire the flowers for your love of gardening, or by the beach. He wanted you to be more relaxed than you somehow already were.

On one of your meeting days, the wind was strong, making the flower fragrances stronger. He didn’t know what overtook him, but at the end of the meeting before you bid goodbye, he’d picked a flower and handed it to you. “For you.” He smiled, his voice soft.

You brightly smiled at him, taking the flower from his hand and tucking it into your hair. “Thank you, Tartaglia.”

He shook his head. “Call me Childe.”

You were a little surprised, but nodded either way. “Thank you, Childe.

His heart skipped a beat, and he gave you a wink before dismissing his agents and everyone took their leave.

He decided to be a little more bold. The next meeting was at a restaurant. With his connections, he had reserved a private room with his agents guarding it. It was a nice elegant restaurant by the ocean.

“Order something. Anything.”

You were still shocked at, well, everything. The meet up spot itself and the fact you were sitting across a feared Harbinger who was asking you to order food.

“Oh, no I couldn’t-“

“Please.” He met your eyes, smiling. “It’s on me. You deserve it after all these stressful meet ups.”

You looked around, and met your eyes with the two agents who were ordered to stay in there. They were smiling, seemingly also encouraging you to order something.

Childe saw the way you looked at them for help. “I’m ordering them food as well, so don’t feel any more guilt ridden. I think you’re forgetting I’m a very rich man.”

“I…okay.” You let out a soft chuckle, smiling before looking down at the menu.

You only looked for a few seconds, and right when you opened your mouth, he cut you off.

“Don’t order the cheapest thing you see.” He murmured, still looking over his menu.

An agent let out a chuckle and you closed your mouth, nodding. You both looked up at the same time, giving each other cheeky smiles before looking back at the menu.

Once the food arrived, he was almost…mesmerized, watching you eat it. It sounded so weird, but he liked watching how you enjoyed the moment, and how you’d laugh whenever you’d bring up a story to fill the silence since he couldn’t be too talkative. He loved it.

Throughout the evening, Childe found himself scooting closer to you- literally. He’d scoot his chair over with the excuse he couldn’t hear you from across the table, and at some point, your knees were touching.

The problem was, he knew you had a boyfriend, but a shitty boyfriend at that. He put the pieces together from the info you’d give at meetings, and he’d also asked Pantalone for your file. He found out it was your boyfriend who had tricked you into borrowing the money for his gambling addiction. How he promised to pay it off, but he never did. Instead, he left you to face the consequences while he lived his life without a care.

As the night went on, food long gone and just continuously asking for refills, Childe leaned in slightly, his voice quieter. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

You smiled, warmth filling your chest at his words. “Thank you for this. It’s been a while since I got to enjoy myself like this, and it’s a nice change from our usual spots.”

Childe smiled back, his usual confident persona softening as he watched you. “You deserve it. You deserve more than just handing over Mora every week.

Your heart skipped a beat, not knowing what to say, but you felt guilty- what about your boyfriend? The one you’ve been with for years.

And yet whens the last time he took you out on a date like this?

Wait, was this a date?

The way he looked at you, it was a way no one had looked at you before, or, well, maybe your boyfriend when you began dating, but you haven’t gotten that look in a long time. He looked at you like you were more than just some woman that owed money that he was being kind to, he looked at you like he wanted to understand you, to be with you.

He looked at you like you deserved more.

“Thank you, Childe.”

“Call me Ajax.”

A few weeks later, after more flower field meet ups, you had shown up to a seaside meet up looking distressed. It was windy, your hair was flowing all over your face, but it definitely wasn’t the wind making you tear up.

You came slouched, no kind smile on your face, and it looked like you were holding the weight of the world on your back. The moment Childe noticed all this, he immediately dismissed the agents, not letting any of them argue that they need to stay there to “protect” him. As if he can’t protect himself- he’s stronger than them all combined.

He approached you, hovering above you. “Hey…what’s wrong, cutie?” His voice was almost soothing.

You tried to act like nothing was wrong, but your voice wavered. “It’s nothing.” You muttered, holding back tears which he noticed.

He didn’t think before cupping your face, his thumb wiping a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Not a good idea to lie to me. What’s going on?”

Despite him being a harbinger, despite him having invisible blood on his hands from over a hundred enemies, despite the scars from said enemies littering his hands that were holding your face, you let your guard down, because this wasn’t a harbinger- this was Ajax.

“He’s been cheating on me.”

“What?” He breathed out.

“My- my boyfriend. He has been cheating on me, for the last 6 months. Every meet up we went to, and before, he’d go meet up and hook up with a random chick. He- he’s probably been taking her on dates- maybe more than he’s ever taken me on, maybe he’s been buying her gifts, paying for her dinners, lunches- nothing, nothing he’s ever given me-“ and like that, you broke down crying as he held you.

Every word you said, his jaw tightened, and rage filled his eyes, or was it rage? you couldn’t tell as you looked into them, it was a mix of protectiveness, anger, something you just couldn’t place.

“You don’t fucking deserve him.” He scoffed out, “He should’ve never treated you like that. You’re too good for him. Too perfect for him. Fuck, I could kill him.”

His rage startled you, yet his words made you feel something.

He wiped away another tear, and reached into his pocket to pull his notepad out. Letting go of you, he began writing down and ripped a paper out after.

He shoved it into your pocket, letting his hands stay on your hips. “That’s my address- where I’ve been staying. If you need me, just to talk, or anything, just come, okay?”

You didn’t even hesitate, immediately nodding your head. Why were you agreeing to this? Did you have to repeat everything in your head? He was a killer, worked for a somewhat horrible organization, and you barely knew him anything about him.

And yet he was the kindest man you’d ever met. The man who’d take care of you during all these meetings. Protected you.

That night, you found yourself standing in front of Childe’s house, it was a big, comfy estate. You didn’t feel welcome here.

You turned to leave, thinking this was stupid- he was probably just being nice.

And yet, the door opened, and you felt arms wrap around you from behind and pull you inside. Now this would actually seem very threatening, and yet you felt warm when he did it.

He spun you around and you hugged him. “We got into a huge fight. I- I broke it off with him, and I didn’t know where to go and this was the first place I thought I could go- I, I can’t believe it! I trusted him, and he did this to me. How- how could I let him do that to me?! I’m so stupid!”

“Shh, no it’s okay.” He caressed the back of your head, holding you tight. “You’re not stupid. He’s an assahole and he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve anything.”

It was hard to piece together or remember what happened after that. You just remember sobbing while eating all his snacks and he could only watch with a laugh, and at some point you were in his bed- it wasn’t anything bad, he just held you.

This was not normal in anyway. A man you hardly knew, even though you’ve, in a way, been seeing him for months.

And yet he’s treated you better than any man you’ve ever met- any man you’ve been on a date with, talked to, or dated.

He was better than all of them.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself alone in his bed. You wanted to stay- it was such a soft bed, and his cologne lingered in the air, and yet it all came back to you- how you barged into his home crying, ate all his food and probably wet his shirt in your tears.

In full honestly, you didn’t know why you were so upset. You knew your boyfriend was a dick, and you were honestly kinda happy you were both finally done.

You just wish it was on better terms, not a whole cheating fiasco that had to make you realize your self worth.

Childe must’ve been so annoyed. You got up, gathering anything you had to leave, and yet as you made your way to the door, it swung open and there he was, a pleased grin on his face.

“Where are you going?” he asked with a soft smile, closing the door behind him.

“I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome,” you muttered, feeling embarrassed. “I’m so sorry about last night.”

Childe scoffed, shaking his head. “Please don’t apologize. I told you to come and I’m happy you did.”

He pulled you into an embrace, then smiled. “I’ve taken care of things.”

You frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I visited your ex this morning,” Childe spoke with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Now he’s the one paying your debt. I made sure of it.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed his words. “W-what? Are you serious?”

“Super serious.”

You felt the tears burn your eyes. “I don’t- what- I…I don’t know how to thank you-“

Childe’s smile softened, his hands cupping your face to wipe a tear. “You don’t need to thank me. Just be mine.

“Y/N, I’ve been with you for months. I’ve seen you struggle, seen you suffer, and it’s driven me insane knowing that you have been with someone who never deserved you- someone who has taken you for granted, a beautiful, kind soul. He used you, hurt you, threw you away like you were nothing. But you’re not nothing. You’re everything. And I need you.”

His face inched closer, his breath hitching as it fanned onto your lips, his arms moved to snake around your waist.

His voice was laced with desperation. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ll never have to work yourself to exhaustion, never have to worry about where your next payment is coming from. I’ll make sure you’re safe, happy, loved. I’ll make sure you have everything and more.”

His forehead rested against yours as he exhaled shakily.

“J-just say yes. Say you’ll be mine. I don’t care if we barley know each other or the circumstances, we can grow and we can do this I know we can because- becaude I think I love you. I promise I will never let anything hurt you ever again.

Your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. But it was not in a bad way- it could never be. You liked this side of Childe; this raw, possessive, protective side of him.

You could no longer deny it. You were in love with him too, and he was everything you’ve ever wanted- no, needed.

“I’ll be yours and more.””

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hello once again promoting my new fic 😀😀😀😀

After the death of her best friend, Y/N moves to a small town for her final year of high school.

With her quiet and distant persona, she catches the attention of the schools golden boy retriever; Childe. Ajax. Whatever. Seeing her lonely ass, he invites her into his group of crazy friends and an even crazier year.

(Inspired by perks of being a wallflower)

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CAN SOMEONE PLEASE LINK THAT ONE POST of like the reader works at a glory hole or smth and deprived Nanami is visiting her everyday and they lowkey fall in love and he barely uses her he just wants someone to talk to PLEASE.

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Imagine spending your birthday at dawn winery for the first time.

except you don’t think you’ll be celebrating because how could you? how could you force the man who lost absolutely everything the day he turned 18, to celebrate your own birthday with you? in the same house his father created this business in? in the same house he had fought his so thought brother outside? In the same house he left abandoned for 4 years? in the same house where he was tormented by the memories of that night?

You’ve been dating Diluc for almost a year and your birthday is nearing. You don’t even think of telling him because once again, how could you?

You believe he must absolutely hate birthdays- especially because he hardly celebrates his own. His last birthday, you hardly spoke a word to him; He drowned himself in work and was out of the house for the whole day, but obviously you weren’t going to be angry or upset, because he had every right to hate his birthday.

That’s what also plagued your thiughts that he wouldn’t want to celebrate your birthday. So you never mentioned it.

You never mentioned it to the point that basically everyone around you was beginning to forget it- even Diluc! And you weren’t mad, you were more thankful.

However, there was one person.

Just a few days before your birthday, a good old friend of yours asked you to go out drinking after a mission you and he did together. Diluc was working and you could definitely use a drink so why the hell not?!

You and Kaeya were seated not too far from the bar, a bit separated from everyone with direct view to the bar. You liked it that way because Diluc could always see you and you could always see him.

At first Kaeya was just going on about all the recent missions he’s been doing and you couldn't tell if it was the drinks or something else that was making him talk, but he was a natural yapper at heart.

Honestly you had lost track and starting zoning away until he mentioned something.

"So, any plans for your birthday?"

That immediately brings you back as your eyes widen. Fuck, of course he remembers. He remembers everything with his know-it-all ass.

"Oh?" He hums when he notices your reaction."

"I, uhm, I'm choosing not to celebrate." You say quietly.

He looked at you confused. "Why?”

You take a look around, making sure Diluc was still at the bar working and that the people around weren’t too sober to understand.

“It’s because of Diluc.”

Kaeya didn’t know if he should be worried or laugh. “What? Is he not letting you celebrate?”

“No, no!” You quickly said, nervously laughing. “It’s because, I don’t think he’d want any type of birthday celebration in the dawn winery. I mean, his dad died on his birthday.”

Kaeya was quiet, and you reflected back on your words, your heart dropping in realization.

“Oh Kaeya- I- I’m so sorry. I completely forgot-“

“It’s okay.” He quickly cut you off. “And…that’s the reason why you’re not celebrating?”

“It’s just that he hasn’t celebrated his birthday since then, so it doesn’t feel right for me to celebrate my birthday at the house, you know? It’s just…I feel like sometimes I don’t deserve Diluc, and I definitely don’t wanna screw anything up by making him celebrate something he hates.”

“Well, If you take it for me, the other son, I think I would love to celebrate your birthday, and I’m sure Diluc would as well.” He gave you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t exactly change your mind.

You shrugged. “Thank you, Kaeya, but I think I have my mind set. He hasn’t even mentioned my birthday, so he must’ve forgotten- which is what I want.”

Kaeya was about to say something, but then quickly closed his mouth. After a bit of contemplation, he just nodded. “Well, I can’t change your mind, but I will still be getting you a gift.”

You just laughed, smiling. “Thanks Kae.”

~~~

A week had passed and your birthday hit. You couldn’t deny the feeling of loneliness and sadness that hit you, but you distracted yourself by taking up a lone mission.

It was evening by the time it ended, and the sun was setting on the walk back to the winery. Your body was aching and you were absolutely exhausted, you were already dreaming about cuddling Diluc in his arms the moment you returned.

Finally reaching your home, you opened the grand doors of the dawn winery, the exhaustion beginning to disappear.

However, you were greeted with something unexpected.

Streamers in soft reds and golds were hanging across the main hall, and a lovely banner stretching over with the words “Happy Birthday” as balloons were littered across the floor. You looked over to the kitchen to find a handmade cake.

The screak of the staircase cause your attention as Diluc began to slowly descend. He had a sad smile on his face and he stopped at the last step.

“I know why you didn’t say anything,” he murmured, “Kaeya told me.”

You felt guilt seep in. “Diluc, I-“

“You thought I wouldn’t want to celebrate.” He cut you off, taking a step closer. “And being honest, yes, birthdays have been difficult for me, but that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate yours.”

You didn’t know what to say, and he took that as a sign to continue. “This house holds a lot of grief, but I don’t want it to be like that. I want this house to be warm- a place of comfort for both you and I. A family home.”

Your chest tightened, tears threatening to fall. He walked over, hugging you tight as his own tears fell. “Happy birthday. I love you, and I never want you to feel like you can’t celebrate something just because of me. I want to celebrate everything with you, for the rest of our lives.”