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And I Love Her | J.P.

Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: The 3 times James tries to get the girl and the 1 time he finally does. Or In which James Potter is hopelessly in love with his best friend.

Warnings: so. much. pining., idiots to lovers, miscommunication(s), a dash of angst, some heavy kissing, james potter being the literal definition of boyfriendism

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: hi ! james potter won the poll and i am so completely okay with it. i really intended for this to be angst but he's just SO boyfriend. this may be my favorite thing i've ever written and i really hope you enjoy it too ! p.s. i missed u guys lots and i'm so grateful you've stuck around after months of crickets from me. love u love u love u<3

(y/n).

Depending on who you asked, it was only a name. The name of a classmate, or a friend, or yourself, but only a name nonetheless.

Unless you asked James Potter.

It wasn’t only a name. Not to him. To James, it was everything.

Because it was your name.

Your name that hastened his heartbeat with every mention.

Your name that sent a salient stream of blood rushing to his cheeks, tinting them a lucent shade of scarlet.

Your name that, once mentioned, seemed to follow him everywhere, as though the wind itself would begin whispering it, rustling alongside the branches of the whomping willow tree before floating its way over to his ears, sounding sweeter than any melody he’d ever heard before.

To state it simply, James Potter was irrevocably, inconceivably, in love with you.

But saying it that way didn’t seem like enough.

He didn’t just love you with his heart, for his heart could stop beating. And he didn’t only love you with his mind, for his memories could fail him one day. James Potter loved you with the entirety of his soul, with every fibre making up his being. Of that, he was certain.

What he wasn’t certain of however, was how to bare his infatuated soul to you.

After all, how exactly does one tell his best friend he’s besotted with her?

He tried the gentle approach first.

The train back to Hogwarts was filling up quickly. Stories of his peers’ summer holidays flow obstreperously through the air as James’ eyes remain glued to the door of him and his friends’ usual compartment.

“Ease off it with the evil eye, Prongs. She’ll be here.” Sirius’ teasing voice breaks James away from his thoughts, which were unsurprisingly fixated on you.

He doesn’t bother denying it, well aware he’s been staring daggers at the door since he stepped foot off platform 9 ¾, anxiously awaiting your appearance after spending the entire summer holiday apart from you.

“Leave him be, Pads. He misses her.” Remus interjects kindly, not lifting his eyes from the well-worn pages of whichever book he’s decided to burrow his attention into for the ride back to Hogwarts.

“Well he can join the bloody club then, can’t he?” Sirius starts, intent on ignoring Remus’ suggestion, “I’ve just about fallen for her myself after spending my entire holiday listening to this git recite his bloody sonnets for her,” he continues with a not-so flattering mimicry of a lovesick James, “It is the east! And (y/n) is the sun. O Romeo!” He throws himself dramatically to the floor on his knees, clasping his hands above his heart.

Peter watches the spectacle with a grin, covering up his chuckle with a cough after James sends him a look of warning. Before James can defend himself against Sirius’ melodrama, the door to their compartment slides open, revealing a beautiful and slightly out of breath you.

And suddenly you’re not the only one who’s out of breath.

You’ve gotten even prettier over the summer, somehow. If somebody had asked James before, if he thought you could possibly have gotten any more beautiful, he’d’ve laughed in their face, telling them tales of how your beauty could put Aphrodite to shame. But now? Now his heart was beating so violently in his chest he was almost certain it was attempting to escape, trying to take its rightful place upon your sleeve.

“Sorry I’m late, I nearly broke my neck out there!” You stop briefly to catch your breath, the jog on your way over winding you more than you’d care to admit. “Someone ought to tell those first-years there’s enough seats on here for the lot of us. I’ve just been walloped by a bloody eleven year old! Cheeky little-” You cease your rambling amidst your confusion at the sight before you, Sirius on his knees at James’ feet.

“Have I interrupted something? Perhaps a proposal of sorts?” You jest, your amusement growing at the wide eyed look on James’ face as he scrambles to stand, coming to greet you properly with a hug that doesn’t last nearly as long as you wish it would.

“No!” He protests instantly, amidst wrapping you in the soft embrace.

“Cor, I’ve missed you.” He mumbles after pulling away, leaving a hand on your back as he gently guides you to your seat beside him, hesitant to do so, as once you’re sat he’ll no longer have an excuse to touch you.

“I missed you more!” Your enthusiasm brings him optimism, there’s a chance she means it the way you do, he thinks, there’s a chance-

“And what of me?” Sirius and his bloody interjections. James has half a mind to lock him out of the ruddy compartment and leave him to fend for himself amongst the overzealous first-years.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” You feign confusion, though not very well, James can see the brilliant smile forming leisurely upon your lips. What I would do to those lips, his thoughts are running rampant after a summer spent away from your presence, too caught up to hear the jokes you and Sirius are trading back and forth, and that laugh! His internal monologue continues, ’s like a proper bloody song. Just ask her, right now. If she says no you can play it off as a joke. It might sting a bit, but surely it’d be better than keeping it all locked away.

“Will you go to Hogsmeade with me? Just us two? We’ll have a lovely time, I swear it.”

He knows what he was hoping you’d say, something along the lines of ‘Yes, James, I’d love to!’ but he wasn’t expecting it.

He also wasn’t expecting your given response.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Jamie, thank you! D’you see that, Sirius? A helpful suggestion. You ought to try one of those sometime.” You’re back to chatting with Sirius and Remus as Peter leans over to James, whispering an explanation to his visibly confused friend.

James had caught you mid-complaint about how you’d forgotten to bring the dittany leaves you need to make the special healing chocolates you gift Remus after a particularly bad full moon. After Sirius’ not-so-helpful suggestion to try substituting them with pot leaves, you gladly welcomed the chance to pop over to Hogsmeade with James and buy some more.

You’d mistaken his date proposal for a shopping trip.

Marvellous.

This is going to be the year that James tells you how he feels. He’ll make sure of it.

If for no other reason than this was your seventh and final year at Hogwarts together. His stomach churned at the mere idea of allowing you to slip through his fingers for good; you acting as the coarse sand to his adamant hourglass. He wouldn’t have it.

So he’d try again.

In the few weeks since you’ve returned to Hogwarts, your time’s been consumed by studying for your N.E.W.T.s. You’re also determined to acquire a spot in the internship programme at St. Mungo’s. The sheer amount of time you’ve spent there with your boys over the last few years has more than prepared you for a future as a healer if you end up enjoying the work.

“Alright, who was the first witch to extract floo powder?” James has spent the last hour and a half quizzing you on all matters Herbology, if it were anyone else he’d’ve been bored to slumber by now. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you.

The two of you were sat outside together on a blanket, taking full advantage of the uncharacteristically sunny day. James is leaned comfortably back against a tree as you sit across from him, simultaneously taking notes and answering each of his questions without pause.

“Ignatia Wildsmith. Ravenclaw. Come ‘ead James, I’ve told you to stop going easy on me! Every seventh-year applying will know all of these.” Bloody lucky I love her so much, James thinks to himself, I thought that was a hard one.

He’d like to laugh your nerves away, crack a few jokes and tell you that you may be going a bit overboard. You’re going to get the internship, and not just because you’re brilliant and perfectly qualified, but also because your Herbology professor had written a glowing recommendation letter singing your praises.

But he can’t find it in himself to mess around when you’ve got that adorable little wrinkle between your eyebrows displaying your worry, and your lips have turned down into a delectably kissable pout. It takes nearly everything in him not to brush it away with his own lips.

“(y/n),” He starts, wetting his lips with his tongue as he desperately attempts to keep his thoughts from overtaking his voice, “It’s going to be alright, I promise. You’re more than ready for this. Why don’t we try taking a little break?” His heart feels as though it’s leapt into his throat when you glance at him and send a delicate smile of gratitude.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. We’ve been at this for hours, you must be exhausted of me by now.” You smile, more cheerful this time as you realize a break is precisely what you need.

James can’t contain the laugh that escapes him.

Exhausted? Of you?

The absurdity of thinking he could ever grow tired of you was an inherently laughable concept to him.

He’s nearly clutching his stomach when he finally manages to compose himself, making heart-stopping eye contact with his equally amused and puzzled best friend.

“Are you mad?” James’ dimpled smile sets a kaleidoscope of butterflies aflutter in your stomach, “I’d spend all my hours with you if I could.” He means it with every atom that makes up his being, he’s meant it for years but now he’s actually saying it to you.

Your smile grows wider with each word he speaks, your own thoughts matching the underlying sentiment of his articulation more than he could ever know.

“I-” He pauses, inhaling deeply and squeezing his eyes shut tightly in an effort to maintain his courage, “I love you.” You did it, he thinks to himself proudly, you actually bloody did it, Prongs! He exhales shakily, reinitiating eye contact with you as a small smile begins to blossom on his tender lips.

“James,” Your voice holds an underlying tone of sadness that causes an adorable crinkle of confusion to settle between James’ eyebrows, “I love you too.” You smile tightly, almost as though it’s causing you discomfort to do so.

“You do?” James is more perplexed now than he had been when you’d explained to him in painstaking detail the intricate relationships between each member of Fleetwood Mac the first time the two of you listened to Rumours together.

“Of course I do,” Your smile stretches intimately, the somber quality of your voice never wavering, “You’re my best mate, after all.”

Best mate? James thinks, is that really all she sees?

Had he not been so caught up in his own racing thoughts, he may have picked up on yours. He may have realized that his situation was holding a gargantuan mirror up to your own, casting a perfect reflection of the feelings within.

Best mates, you internally chastise yourself, that’s all he sees.

A proper bloody mirror.

“It was completely humiliating, Pads. She might as well’ve called me her bloody brother.” James has been yammering on about what happened that day for the past three weeks. Three weeks. Sirius is going positively mad, somehow having become James’ sounding board to rehash his complaints every time he remembers the encounter.

“I mean, how am I supposed to tell the girl I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her now?” James is pacing back and forth agitatedly at the foot of Sirius’ bed, as the aforementioned boy lays back uninterestedly, wishing his duvet would come to life and swallow him whole in an effort to escape the worlds most redundant conversation.

“She’d probably tell you that sounds lovely. Make you her future child’s godparent.” Sirius jokes dryly.

James abandons his invisible footpath, a wave of panic comically widening his warm hazel eyes substantially.

“She what?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Prongs! I can’t take any more of this,” Sirius sits up agitatedly, now far beyond his capacity for James’ lovesick commentaries, “Just go tell her. Right now.”

“Are you mad? Have you not just heard everything I’ve said?” James would normally find humour in Sirius’ lackadaisical attitude, but confessing his feelings for you was an entirely serious matter with no margin for error.

“Oh I’ve heard it, Prongs. For the past three weeks. And the entire bloody summer. And every single year before that.” He moves to stand in front of James, his agitation fading into sincerity, “I know how you feel, Prongs. But does she?” James swallows thickly as Sirius continues, “I don’t mean just telling her you love her, I mean telling her how you love her. As more than a friend. Maybe she feels the same way.”

James takes his time considering Sirius’ words. He’s tried to tell you, clearly, but he assumed that you’d only seen him as a friend. But what if you hadn’t? What if Sirius is right, and you told him you loved him as a friend because you’d assumed that’s what he’d meant when he said it?

“I’m a proper git, aren’t I?” James concludes aloud.

“Most certainly, Prongsy. It’s why I keep you around,” Sirius’ playful mood returns swiftly, “Makes me feel better about myself.”

You’re talking softly with Remus in the library, voices low enough not to disrupt your peers but just detectable enough for James to catch your words when he finds you, internally preparing his declaration of unwavering devotion for you.

“You’re not going out with him, are you?” Remus’ hushed voice holds a curious tone.

“Of course not, Rem.” You smile softly, “Could you honestly imagine that? Him and I dating?”

James’ eyebrows furrow together in confusion, he presses himself slightly against a nearby bookshelf in an attempt to hear your conversation more clearly.

“No, I guess not,” Remus chuckles faintly, “It would certainly make things awkward if they didn’t work out. Being friends and all.”

“No kidding.” You chuckle good-naturedly.

James feels like a bag of cement has been poured down his throat, constricting his lungs and settling into a block of concrete in the pit of his stomach.

Sirius had been wrong. You didn’t love James as more than a friend, in fact, you’d practically laughed at the thought of it. In his hasty escape from the scene of the melancholic crime, James neglected to hear the rest of your conversation with Remus.

“He’s a lovely lad, truly,” You smile genuinely, “Any girl would be lucky to call Amos Diggory her boyfriend. We’re just better as friends is all.” You trail off, leaving out the part where your heart already belongs to another shared friend of yours and Remus’.

It’s not like it was ever going to happen anyway. Your love for James Potter was entirely unreciprocated.

Wasn’t it?

James is avoiding you.

As painful as it is to spend each never-ending moment of spare time away from you, James can only think of how much more agonizing it would be to spend those moments with you.

To fix his loving gaze on your sparkling eyes, only to find them filled with affections one would hold only for a friend.

To accomplish the feat of bringing a luminous smile to your delicate lips, only to remember those lips would never brush tenderly against his own.

To be so close to the girl he loves, only to be denied her heart in equal measure.

It’s easier, in a sense, to push you away.

It’s only temporary, just until he can stomach the thought of spending the rest of his life as your best mate and nothing more.

But it’s been weeks, and the idea still makes his head feel like it’s underwater, like he’s fighting to reach the surface but his leg’s been caught on a viciously determined blade of seaweed.

Still, he’s convinced himself that this is his best course of action.

Unbeknownst to James, however, you’ve been going stark raving mad.

You’ve hardly spoken to him in weeks. When you think about it, you’ve barely even seen him, save for a few quick glimpses in your classes and across the dining tables in the Great Hall.

You’ve tried to talk to him, clearly something is bothering him. Maybe you’ve said or done something to upset him without realizing it. But he’d brushed you off before you could even get out the words ‘are you alright?’

You’d asked Remus, Sirius, and Peter about it, each of them giving you vague semblances of justification that fell entirely flat, a few “He’s just busy with quidditch”s and a couple of “Must be studying today”s. You’ve grown tired of the excuses and you’re determined to get to the bottom of it yourself.

You’re leaning picturesquely against the wall outside of the lad’s changing room when James finally sees you again. His curly hair is spilling droplets of water from the shower he’s just taken, successfully washing away the evidence of his quidditch practice.

You’re beautiful. That’s all he can think as he finally allows himself to take you in fully for the first time in weeks. He feels like he’s been holding his breath since he saw you last and now he can finally exhale, a sense of euphoria filling his chest as his lungs deflate mercifully.

“Hi.” You state gently, a delicate smile painted daintily across your lips.

“Hi.” James echoes once he’s relearned the inhale-exhale repetition of breathing again.

“I waited for you,” You start after a brief silence, “Which- You can see that, obviously.” You chuckle a ebullient breath that causes a small smile to form on James’ face, Merlin, I’ve missed that, he thinks as you continue. “I just, um- I thought maybe we could talk?” You’re fiddling with your fingers, a nervous habit of yours that James has long since memorized by now.

He instantly reaches for your hands, tenderly taking one in his own and carefully intertwining your fingers together with his. The action is like second nature, he hardly thinks twice about it.

You smile visibly at the act of comfort, if he’s upset with you and that’s the reason he’s been avoiding you, it makes your heart skip a beat that he’s putting it all aside to calm you down when you’re anxious.

“About what?” He tries, though you both know that’s not going to work.

“Nice,” You smile teasingly, “Want to give it a real go this time?”

James swallows something akin to a lump in his throat, averting his resplendent hazel gaze from your eyes to land somewhere along the floor as he overthinks which approach he should take.

He could try honesty. Yes, he thinks, because that would go over proper well. I’m avoiding you cause I’ve been gutted since I heard you’re not in love with me. Surely she’ll find that real mature, Prongs.

He could also try lying his arse off. And that would work, he sarcastically chastises silently, Me? Oh nothing’s wrong at all. Just tired, y’know? Practice and homework and the like. As if she’s ever believed a lie you’ve told her before.

He finally chances resuming eye contact with you, heartbeat hastening expeditiously as his hazel orbs lock onto your patently awaiting eyes. You should be looking far more frustrated, James wouldn’t blame you if you were. You have every right to be upset, and yet you’re not.

Instead, you’re you.

You, who’s calmly awaiting a response, fingers still gently intertwined with James’.

You, who’s looking at him with soft, sparkling eyes, eyes that are silently promising him no matter what he says, everything is going to be alright.

You, the girl he loves more than anything in the world.

“You.” He states after an implicit eternity.

“Me?” Your features mix together to create a perfectly darling display of confusion that, even despite the circumstances, causes a modest smile to tug upwards at the corners of James’ mouth.

“I’ve been avoiding you.” He conveys, sounding as though he’s just revealed to you a hidden secret you’d’ve never otherwise been able to uncover.

You can’t contain the short laugh that escapes you, a smile taking its rightful place on your face. “Yeah, ‘m not exactly Sherlock Holmes, but I managed to put that one together.”

James can’t subdue the traces of guilt that seep onto his face.

“I was hoping maybe we could talk about why. If I’ve done something to upset you-”

“No!” James cuts you off, “No, love, you haven’t done anything. Nothing you could control anyway.” His voice is less than half of its usual volume at the last sentence he utters.

Your face is back to holding that adorably confused expression that James so desperately yearns to kiss away.

“I have to admit, Jamie, I’ve got no idea what you’re on about.”

James sighs, finally releasing the hand that’s been holding comfortably on to your own and running it through his leisurely drying hair. He releases a sigh of distress and squeezes his eyes shut firmly in an attempt to figure out the best way to explain himself.

“If you’re not upset with me, then why have you been avoiding me?” You’re trying to put it together on your own as James is proving to be no help, “Wait a mo! Is this some kind of prank or something?” You smile, though you’re not entirely certain you’re correct yet, “Are you trying to get back at me for dying your knickers pink? Because that was an accident!”

James can’t help but smile at your incorrect deduction. Merlin she’s adorable he thinks, how am I supposed to tell her now?

“Yes!” James concludes untruthfully, “You got me. Just a prank. Might’ve gone a bit too far with it though. Sorry ‘bout that, love.”

He brings you into a hug and, after going weeks without it, it feels like home.

You feel like home.

You’re hugging James, after having just gone weeks without it. And you just know.

You have to tell him.

You have to tell him, right now, that you’re in love with him.

And so you do.

“I love you.” You state breathlessly, pulling away from the warm solace of his embrace and looking bravely into his glimmering hazel eyes.

James nods his head mechanically, as if he’s agreeing to your suggestion on what to have for dinner and not taking in the confession of eternal love you’ve just spouted.

“Yes, I love you too,” He smiles a tight, strained smile, “Mate.” He punctuates his final word by bumping his fist gently into your shoulder.

Oh, you think, I’m going to have to spell it out for him, aren’t I?

“No, James. I love you,” You take a step closer to him, not breaking eye contact despite the nerves that are jostling around your insides like a violent sea in a raging storm, taking a deep breath before exhaling somewhat expeditiously, you continue, “Like- Like, I’m in love with you.”

The first thing James feels in that moment are his eyes widening emphatically behind his round-rimmed glasses, his dark lashes making direct contact with the top of his eyelids. He’s certain he must have heard you wrong, that or he’s understood you wrong.

The second thing he feels is hope. What if he hadn’t understood you wrong?

The third thing he feels is his heart, beating faster than it ever has before, so fast he thinks it might be ready to do him in for good. Surely a heart shouldn’t be beating that fast.

“You’re in love? With me?” James speaks disbelievingly, though he’s unable to hide the traces of optimism he’s feeling as a modest smile begins to form on his face.

You nod your head assuredly, a genial smile of your own starting at the sight of his, “Yes, I’m in love with you. Madly, in fact.”

You’ve spent months, years even, deliberating on how you would tell James, if you would tell James. You’d spent countless hours wondering how he would react and what would happen after all was said and done.

You’d planned to tell him all about that. About how long you’ve felt this way, when it started and why it’s taken you so long to tell him, how you were too afraid of risking your best friend should anything have gone wrong.

What you hadn’t planned on was what happened the second you got the last word out.

James eagerly presses his plush lips onto your own, savouring the long overdue sensation of your mouth against his. He tenderly brushes your bottom lip with his tongue once he feels you respond to the kiss with equal fervour. Enthusiastically, you grant his tongue access into your mouth, pulling him closer to you by the roots of his damp hair.

James lets out a low groan at the contact, pulling you flush against his body by your waist, his hands hungrily gripping onto you for dear life as, somehow, the kiss deepens even further.

When the need for oxygen outweighs your mutual need for each others lips, you reluctantly part the slightest of distances, foreheads resting tenderly against one another.

“I’m in love you too. So bloody madly.” James whispers contentedly with a lovesick grin.

You’re each donning smiles brighter than you can ever recall before.

The moment you’ve caught your breath you’re back at it again in full force, gripping at each others clothes and tangling nimble fingers through the other’s hair. James pulls back when your beaming smile makes it a little harder for him to kiss you, returning a smile just as wide that compels you to pull him back in for another kiss, or two, or three.

When the two of you finally feel satiated enough, James pulls back again, a noticeably farther distance. He’s still smiling but it isn’t quite as bright as it was a moment ago.

“What was all that about in the library, then? With Moony?” He asks you the question that’s been clawing at his insides for the last few weeks.

You pause, visibly confused as you shuffle through the files of your memories until you land on one a few weeks ago with Remus in the library. The two of you were discussing a friend who’d asked you on a date. You’d declined as politely as you could, valuing his friendship but knowing your heart had long since been beating for James.

“What about it?” You smile confusedly.

“Well, you were talking about me, weren’t you?” James looks down to the floor, expression now almost devoid of the happiness that had previously overtaken every inch of his face.

“What?” You laugh briefly before it registers, not just his words, but the reason he’s been avoiding you for the last few weeks.

“Wait- James!” You tilt your head into his line of vision, gently cradling his face with your hand as you turn his head to face you fully, “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You thought.. Oh, Merlin.”

You pull him into a hug, holding him tight enough to convey just how wrong he’s been.

“I was talking about Amos Diggory.” You state with a gentle exhale, something between a laugh and a sigh, pulling back you rest your arms at your sides. “He asked me to dinner.”

James doesn’t hide the relief that courses through his body, despite the slight scoff of jealousy he lets out at your final sentence.

“But,” You wrap your arms back around him in reassurance, looking up into his eyes that are once again sparkling with happiness, “I’ve been a tad busy, being in love with my best friend and all. So I told him no. Obviously.”

“Right, obviously.” James replies with a cheeky smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You’re a git, you know.” You roll your eyes, the action a mixture of lovesickness and frustration. “You could’ve just asked me then. Instead of hiding in the books like a proper stalker. And then avoiding me. For weeks,” You’re smiling, but you know you’re still getting your point across, “You git.” You punctuate your final word with a gentle swat to James’ chest, smiling adoringly when he grabs that hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a tender kiss to it before dropping your intertwined hands back at your side.

“I know,” He admits apologetically, “I’m sorry.” He’s smiling breathtakingly, “Still love me?”

You can’t find it in yourself to be upset with him, because in some roundabout way, it’s what led you to this moment right now, where you can reach over and kiss him if you want to.

And you want to.

Pulling him into you by the fabric of his shirt, you plant another kiss upon James’ lips. The passion and tenderness in the kiss meld together just as perfectly as your lips do.

“Yes.” You mumble happily when your mouths finally break apart. “Always.”

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mellowwillowy · 6 months

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How would Yan! Lawyer Husband react to junkie darling instead of using drugs she replaced it with having sex with him?

A... (ehe.)

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yulian would be grateful that you stopped but he is confused when he noticed that you've been straddling his cock like crazy afterward.

He was quick enough to deduce that you are using him as the equivalent of a drug. If you have to be poked and prodded by the doctor for using drugs, you'd rather have something much simpler but addictive nonetheless. And that was his cock ^^ (I am lowkey feeling guilty having to write my favorite son like this but I just can't resist the urge to arghhh)

He is obviously flattered to be your new addiction although it could be a bit worrying since he is often absent for work. Office sex is definitely inevitable but that is only when you visit him out of the blue. (With you immediately sitting on top of him and locking the door with the lock under the table).

"Dear, what comes into you?"

"You." (Literally.)

You are probably giving him head here and there too, of course, at a secluded place where no one gets to see you unless you want them to die eye-less.

His cock is just so addicting in a sense... (Rolling dying crying I can't believe this I'm actually writing a porn fic of my favorite son.)

#oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere x you #x reader #yandere headcanons #reader insert #yandere smut #x gn reader #yandere husband #Yulian the Corruption

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Vocal Veneration

Synopsis: Lately, the Traveller can’t help but notice a alteration in someone’s behaviour. Seems like an interrogation is due.

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Ayato, Al Haitham and Diluc x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: None, the tiniest bit suggestive.. [I thought i’d try this cute idea out! <3 but i’ve been so tired and demotivated with school and family issues sigh, my eyes (ᗒᗣᗕ)]

Zhongli

About You: Impressions

Hm [Name]? Ah, a truly polite and welcoming young woman. She often accompanies me with affairs regarding Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, insisting on lessening my workload. I consider her a suitable role model for the children of Liyue. Excuse me? Are you insinuating that there’s something i’m not informing you of? Ahem, that is information i shan’t tell you just yet.

About You: Godhood

I had intended to keep my identity as Morax a secret, yet some citizens are more observant than i thought. She was the first to recognise such as she was a devoted follower of Rex Lapis, i find myself flattered. What? No, [Name] did not worship me after she knew i could hear her every request. She apologised profusely afterwards, and was quite embarrassed. Adorable.

About You: Betrothal

Ah, Traveller. Here, this is my engagement invite, i’d appreciate your appearance at the function. Oh, you saw this coming? Hah…I suppose it can’t be helped, perhaps love is inevitable as they say, i shall not make the same mistake, not again. Why, you ask? No matter, let’s not spoil the mood with a lengthy monologue, Farewell till then, my friend.

Xiao

About You: Impressions

[Name]? The individual who often pays her respects at the adepti shrine? I watch her from afar, sometimes she notices— but she doesn’t say much apart from a simple greeting. It’s refreshing to see a young mortal appreciating us nowadays where our job becomes less prominent. What do you mean my voice is quieter? It’s not.

About You: Karma

Whenever i’m with [Name], my karmic debt seems to take less of a toll on me. That burning sensation encasing my heart dissipates. She makes it bearable enough to manage. On some nights, she brings me gifts and food to take my mind from the terrors. Huh? I’m in love? Hmph. Foolish mortal emotions don’t interest me.

About You: Acceptance

So be it, as you predicted, me and her have grown rather close. No— this does not give you the opportunity to tease me for it. Adepti should value the short lifespans of humans, via protection but also expression, i was told. This doesn’t sound like me, you say? Hm, i fail to understand what you mean.

Childe

About You: Impressions

Ah! The illustrious traveller also knows of my co-worker! [Name] is quite unique, no? At first, she came off as a little apprehensive but she no longer hesitates to spend time with me exclusively. What was that? Professionalism and relationships should remain separate? Nonsense. This isn’t a romantic amour!

About You: Combat

I feel a sense of pride knowing that i have managed to teach someone how to master the rules of combat! It was only necessary, i couldn’t bear to witness my dearest injured. Wait! In the name of the Tsarista, promise not to tell [Name] i called her so, will you? Comrade, It was a minor meaningless slip up!

About You: Family

Ah, how i wish to return to the confines of Snezhnaya. I’m certain that Teucer and Tonia will adore [Name] too! She’s so sweet behind that closed-off persona, perhaps i can declare my love for her in person prior…Oh, you’re volunteering to help me? I’d adore some aid here, confessing isn’t exactly easy, you know.

Ayato

About You: Impressions

Do i know [Name]? Certainly, she is my wife after all. Hm, you were unaware? Is it really that shocking? Ah, it is not at all rare to see a commissioner with someone of a higher or alike status. It’s not that, you say? So you’re suggesting something about my personality. I see… I’d estimated you’d react this way nonetheless.

About You: Workload

As the Yashiro Commissioner, I am not exempt from towers of overflowing paperwork and contracts. My role, keeping peace between the Tri-Commission, can be quite taxing from time to time. Luckily enough, my beloved never fails to provide me with her delicious cooking and endearing words. [Name] brews the best milk tea for me, care to try some? I have a fresh batch ready.

About You: Heir

Oh my— why do you ask of such a thing? Surely this is too soon to be conversing about children, no? While we do intend to, ahem, expand the Kamisato bloodline, i fear of my duties interfering with my role as an attentive father for my child. Of course, the welfare of my dearest wife comes first. Hm, my face is flushed pink? False.

Al Haitham

About You: Impressions

[Name] is notably the only person i get along with, as she understands the definition of ‘boundary’. Not entirely ignorant but not annoyingly persistent either. I quite often find the saying that opposites attract to be outdated. Like-minded people are worth spending time with. Hmph, you know i did not mean it in that way.

About You: Akademiya

Why do you ask? I surmise it wouldn’t be too taxing to let you know. We were classmates within the Haravatat Darshan. She’d buy me food and drinks in return for working on projects together as she insisted. I accepted the offer, certainly better than joining the other entitled scholars. We must of been close? Huh, we still are. What’s so shocking? I’m not that arrogant.

About You: Emotions

I am least fond of expressing my feelings, i thought it was pointless and a partial waste of my energy when i can resolve such issues with my own logic. Admittedly, i was incorrect. [Name] always offered her time to listen to my very few words and i’d listen to hers. Fair exchange, i called it then. It wasn’t until an argument broke out that i learned not all experience comes from books, sometimes from people. Those words of hers became a principle to me.

Diluc

About You: Impressions

My spouse, [Name]? I don’t think i would know where to begin in terms of describing what i think of her. Loving, caring, humorous, gorgeous—need i continue? You’ve never met her formally…why don’t i invite you personally to Dawn Winery for an evening meal. She’d love to get to know you. Good, it’s settled then.

About You: Winery

After being left with the responsibility of the business at eighteen, i’ve developed a routine which i’ve mostly stayed consistent with. Having a family of my own now, there’s no doubt it is much different. Hm? My winery is big enough to accommodate them? Haha, they surely liven it up, keeping my wife and i busy as of late. Don’t worry, i treat her to all she likes afterwards with my income, wine and luxuries.

About You: Children

What—? No, i am contented with my two children. Hah, any more and i believe i wouldn’t be able to multitask between my profession and duties. Though i do quite like the idea of staying home on paternity leave with my beloved [Name]. Again, please, i request you not to suggest such…topics, my wife is already teasing me, not you too.

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talaok · 7 months

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Love your writing!!!! I’m obsessed! Can you do one where a mutual friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date? Xoxo

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: thank you love, and thank you for the really cute request💗💗

Why did I agree to this?

This is not like me. Not even close to how I am.

I don't go on blind dates, I don't even have Tinder for fucks sake, that's how much I don't like hanging out with strangers.

It had taken Julie a whole night and more drinks than you'd like (or could) remember to make you agree to this, and as soon as you woke up the next morning, regret had settled into your chest like a fucking life sentence, but as much as you would have loved to call your friend up and tell her how much of a mistake you had made, a part of you couldn't help but wonder how bad could it really be.

It had been a while since you'd been on a date, and from what Julie had said, this Pedro looked like a nice enough guy, so you had taken the downright mental decision to not tell her you'd changed your mind, decision that, as you walked into the restaurant, you were starting to really regret.

he waved at you as you entered, and as you walked closer and he stood up from the table, a part of that regret couldn't help but shimmer out of your mind.

He was... handsome.

The photos Julie had shown you didn't do him any justice.

"hi" you smiled nervously "I'm y/n" you said, shaking his hand

"I'm Pedro, it's nice to meet you"

He had a nice smile, very comforting and very much matching yours in terms of nervousness.

It had been a while for him too.

And the photos Julie had shown him definitely didn't do you justice either.

He had never been good at talking to such beautiful women.

"nice to meet you too," you said, sitting down opposite to him.

"so" he cleared his throat after a few moments of embarrassing silence "umh- How are you?"

A smile pulled at your lips "I'm good, thank you" you nodded "what about you?"

"oh I'm- I'm nervous" he let out a small chukle, making you laugh softly.

"yeah, me too" you said "It's been a while"

"yeah, for me too" he confessed "and you are... well you're very beautiful, so you're not making things easier for me"

A soft blush crept up your cheeks but you managed to chukle nonetheless.

"Well I'm sorry, I'll go into the bathroom and take off some of my makeup if that'll help"

He laughed at that "No, no I don't think that will be necessary, but thank you for offering"

"anytime" you joked

"So umh, Julie told me you're a writer"

"Yup, that's me" you smiled

"That's incredible"

"Oh c'mon you're an actor, now that's incredible" You raised an eyebrow

"Oh no no, I just repeat stuff that's been written for me in front of a camera, you create whole stories from your imagination" he debated "That's far more impressive"

You rolled your eyes playfully, as your smile got only wider.

"You're a real flatterer you know that Pedro?"

"Who, me?" he grinned, putting a hand on his chest at the accusation "I'm just speaking the facts" he spoke, making you huff a laugh "so what do you write about?"

"all sorts of things, I don't really have a genre" you explained "I've written sad stuff, romantic stuff, creepy stuff..." you shrugged "It mostly depends on my mood"

"that's nice" he nodded,

"and what about you, are you working on something right now?" you asked

"I've just been cast in a tv-show"

"really? What show, if I may ask"

"Oh it's umh- It's the Mandalorian, it's in the Star Wars universe"

"oh my god" your eyes widened in surprise "You're joking right?"

"nope" he smiled "yeah trust me, I was pretty freaked out myself"

"Oh my god" you breathed, "I think I need a moment to take this in"

"I take it you like Star Wars?"

"like?" you laughed "I've grown up watching Star Wars, My brother and I know every single line to The Return of the Jedi, I-" you stopped yourself "I think I just fell in love with you Pedro, I think we ought to get married as soon as possible"

"Well that was easy" he chuckled

"How are you not freaking out?" you asked, watching him as if he were an alien doing cartwheels

"I think you're doing enough of that for the both of us" he joked

"Yeah I really am, aren't I?" you smiled, coming back down to earth a little bit "it's just- that's crazy. I'm- I'm really happy for you"

"Thank you" he flashed you a smile, and that's when you noticed that it wasn't only his smile that was comforting, but his eyes too, they were so incredibly... expressive.

The rest of the dinner went by so smoothly you completely forgot you hadn't known this man your whole life, but in fact, just met him two hours ago.

"Well, I... I had a really great time y/n" he smiled, looking nervous again all of a sudden as you stopped in front of your car.

"Me too" you grinned

"So, since I have your number..." he cleared his throat "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind me calling you sometime soon, to umh- to maybe do this again?"

Your heart started beating a little bit faster

"I'd love that Pedro"

"Oh thank God" he let out a sigh of relief

"You were nervous I'd say no?" you asked, doing a poor job of hiding your shock

"well... yeah"

"I proposed to you during the first five minutes of this date, of course I want to see you again" you laughed

"well I suppose that's true" he chuckled, letting his eyes take you in one last time "So umh, have a good night" he said " I can't wait to see you again"

"me either" you beamed "have a good night Pedro"

And as you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but smile up at the sky.

Thank god I didn't call Julie back

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popponn · 7 months

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weekend news, at night. [itoshi sae x reader]

note: while im cooking i will take a break from writing by writing. no warning, use of japanese honorifics, written with post canon in mind but not explicitly said. a fluff, as usual. and am i truly in love with this guy now. writing something with him in mind is a stress reliever. somehow. un beated, not proofreaded.

“Ah! Sae-san!” you swooned, your hands clapping dramatically as you smiled towards the flat, cold expression Itoshi Sae displayed within the TV.

Across you, another Itoshi Sae—the real one, the living one—watched you with an expression that was somehow even flatter. While you did realize the judgmental stare he was giving to you, who sat across him on the dining table, you chose to promptly ignore him. Sae, who had been watching this display for an hour, decided that it was time to question your brain, “What are you doing?”

“Hmm. Fangirling, I think?” you answered whilst propping your chin on your palms. Never once your eyes left the TV on the living room. “Sae-san’s expression there is really good. I like cool guy who is pretty dry.”

At that very moment, Sae truly wondered if you finally snapped. He had heard about the negative effects of overworking and you did sleep for two hours per day for a week. The fact you pretty much went on a full day hibernation yesterday was a testament to that. But then he remembered how you sometimes gets when teasing him and maybe the slight signs of insanity had always been there.

“I’m here,” Sae eventually decided to say.

“I know, Sae. You are,” you replied. You did not spare a glance towards him as you cheered the moment Oliver Aiku entered the screen, “Ah, Aiku-chan, as handsome as always! Oh, isn’t that Isagi-kun in the background? I miss him!”

Sae really wanted to go to bed all of sudden. He didn’t want to deal with you like this on a rare, empty weekend night.

Therefore, with that in mind, Sae closed his tab and stood up. “I’m going to sleep,” he told you before promptly walking to your shared bedroom.

He could only took a few steps before he was suddenly stopped by, hugging him with a cheeky smile staring directly into him. Sae frowned and your grin grew wider. A thin veil of apology laced your words as you wrapped your hands around his back even tighter, “Sorry. Was it to much for you, Sae-san?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, “Drop it.”

You laughed, then somehow pulled him towards the bedroom whilst walking backwards like a penguin. The sour expression Sae wore didn’t fade, however he followed you nonetheless without making you letting go of him. “Sorry, sorry. Really, this time. But seeing you being that rude while being so cute really refreshed me!”

Hearing your reasoning, Sae didn’t hold back, “Is your brain really okay?”

“Has anyone who overworked for a whole week ever have an okay brain?” you asked back lightly and somehow bitterly. As the two of you approached the door, Sae pushed the tablet he had been holding in one hand towards you.

“Hold it,” he said. Thankfully, you didn’t try anything funny this time, accepting it with one hand whilst draping the other on his shoulder. Sae rested a palm behind your head and opened the bedroom door.

You let out a coo, almost identical to the one you gave to the screen just a few moments ago, “Aw. Sae wants to cuddle with me?”

Sae didn’t even bother to gave you a reply as he closed the bedroom door, the two of still embracing each other while walking to the bed like a pair of actual goddamn penguins kissing each other.

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chokochip27 · 10 months

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genshin characters learning that you can fight (part 1)

| alhaitham, zhongli

part two

warning: blood, violence, reader is visionless and can be the polar opposite of the character (you share some similarities, of course), genshin charas may be ooc

ALHAITHAM

although the two of you were admittedly polar opposites, it was exactly that contradiction that made him fall in love with you.

to alhaitham, you were capable and trustworthy. you are not a scholar, you are a librarian and a normal citizen in sumeru. you help people with their stuff, travel through far distances safely and giving easy suggestions and solutions to problems that are hard to solve for others.

it's not like you can keep up with everything that he can do, considering that he has a mind that not everyone can easily understand, you are sometimes confused at the words that leave his mouth. but to him, that was completely fine. you were very eager to learn despite not being a scholar. and you knew that even if people had different ways of thinking, it was exciting to understand the thoughts behind it.

unlike him, you were considerate, always thinking of the people around you, how they would feel in a situation if you do something—no matter who you were with—a stranger, an acquaintance, a close friend—you treated everyone with kindness and decency.

you were also quiet. maybe that was the similarity you shared with him. you're not the type of quiet that isn't confident to speak, but you were just quiet because you didn't speak when it wasn't necessary.

you are also very gentle with the way you speak, you always spoke softly that people would mistaken you as weak and delicate.

in spite of the fact that your manners were demure and tranquil, you did not avoid people. in fact, you enjoy other people's company, but you're the type to listen to them.

to alhaitham, you were serene. you are a comfort he never knew he needed in his life. so when the two of you got together, the love he had for you got softer, still deep nonetheless.

instead of bringing blossoming butterflies and explosions in his stomach, instead of giving him wild blushes that would reach from his chest up until his ears—you made him feel warm and comforted. your existence alone to him was comfort.

alhaitham wanted to know everything about you. and probably because of that eagerness to know that he actually knows you better than you know yourself.

"haitham, it is rare for you to come to aaru village."

you were here because you are currently working on building a library in the village, so that the people in the desert can access to more books. he missed you, so he headed here. he did not know the exact location you were in and asked questions to the people he knew here. and since he already stayed here during the operation of saving lord kusanali, the people gladly helped him and he was able to reach you quickly.

a sporadic upturn imprinted on his lips as he gazed at you softly. he reached out, cupping your cheek and tilting his head slightly to meet your gentle eyes.

"certainly. but, you are here."

you simply smiled. "i am flattered that my lover has gone here just to see me," you said, leaning your head to alhaitham's chest. you breathed out, feeling the tiredness seeping in your veins to disappear at the mere contact with him. you felt his hand caressing your head and his free arm wrapping around your waist.

alhaitham leaned his cheek on top of your head and pecked your temple. "tired?"

"yes, but it's nothing that i can't handle. thank you."

"i see. why don't we go outside and get some fresh air?"

"great idea, let's go."

the two of you went outside and walked through the soft sands of the desert. alhaitham held your hand the entire time while you had your arm encircled on his. the little walk was quiet yet comforting. there was no awkwardness or tension at all. the two of you are not the type to converse that much and each others' presence were only needed to know that you love one another.

but all of that was disrupted by a scream.

"HELP!!!"

you and alhaitham were startled. without hesitation, you ran to the source with alhaitham obediently following you and guarding you in case that someone ambushed from behind.

you ran and in sight, there was a group of eremites. there were twelve people, ganging up on a single person. you were about to approach them to alleviate the situation, but alhaitham gripped your arm. you turned to him, worried for the person, but you stiffened after seeing the glare on his eyes.

"do not ever rush in. i'll handle it."

as soon as he said that, his sword went flying towards the eremites. he controlled it with his vision, making it seem like a boomerang. it hit the five eremites that were close to the person who was being hurt for no reason. they collapsed, earning the attention of the other eremites.

"who's there?!"

"the akademiya?!"

"get him!"

when the remaining eremites rushed to your lover, knowing that he could truly handle this, you calmly went to the person and cut the ropes that she was tied into. "are you alright? are there any injuries that i must take note of?"

the person shook her head. "i'm alright... j-just some gashes on my arms and legs."

"do not underestimate gashes, young lady." you tore a portion of the long skirt that you were wearing (it was clean, you made sure of it before going out) and wrapped it around the wounds that were visible to your eyes. "depending on the severity of those, you might have to get them stitched. you wouldn't want that, no? being stitched is painful," you told her.

the lady laughed at your tone. "i wouldn't... thank you for coming to my help."

you chuckled and shook your head. "i didn't do anything, after all, it was my lover who—" you were cut off by seeing the horrified look on her face. you inclined your head in confusion at her reaction and turned at the source of the shadow dawning before you. you turned, only to see a blade aimed to your head.

"miss!"

alhaitham heard the call and gritted his teeth to see you being confronted by an eremite. he kicked down one of his enemies and ran the fastest as he has ever been to reach you. "(y/n)!"

even though to the two—to alhaitham and to the person you were helping, that you were about to die—but to you, you were going to be fine.

it has been a while, you simply thought.

without a moment of hesitation, you reached for the small dagger sitting quietly on your thigh and sliced the outer skin of the eremite's whole arm with such intensity and accuracy. the eremite let out a scream of pain, however you stood unfazed and composed. you slid on the sand and kicked the eremite's legs, causing them to fall with a groan.

you saw another eremite approaching closely, they seemed startled at your stunt, so you took that advantage to run over them and elbow them in the face. you threw your dagger to the other eremite's blade that was coming up behind you and jabbed them on the front of their neck using your heel.

you didn't feel gazes of bloodlust anymore, so you stretched your arms carefreely in the middle of battle and thought that there weren't threats anymore.

you yawned out of exhaustion and lack of sleep. i haven't moved like that in a while, so it really is tiring, you thought.

"(y/n)!" you turned to the exclaim of your lover and were startled to feel arms wrapped around you. you tried to return his gesture, but before you could do, his hands were on your shoulder, and you could see could feel the slight shake in his body. you blinked at the unfamiliar expression on his face.

why does he look so scared...?

"be careful next time... you shouldn't have rushed in to help so quickly."

you nodded and patted his hand. "i will. thank you, haitham. and i'm sorry."

he pursed his lips and shook his head. "you... don't have to apologize. i'm just glad you're alright." he frowned. "i'm sorry for not being able to protect you."

you continued patting his hands. "don't apologize, haitham. it was my choice to get in the middle of the fight, so i will take responsibility for it. it's not your fault."

alhaitham let out a shaky sigh and nodded at your words. "alright." he backed away, but still held your hands in fear that you would disappear at any moment.

he could still remember everything that you did and he could only stand there in shock.

he thought he knew everything about you, but never did you mention or show skills that you could fight. you handled those eremites without a vision with such ease and effortlessness. he thought that you could never make him feel so erratic about love, but he admits that his heart beat wildly at the sight of you fighting against eremites like that. he could even feel his face heating up at the moment your gentle eyes glinted dangerously at your enemies with unbreakable focus.

he watched from behind as you helped out the injured lady and covered his face that was painted with a volatile color of pink, the scenes of you fighting against the eremites repeating in his head again and again.

he wished that you would never get into harm's way again, but at the same time, he secretly wishes that he can see you fight like that again.

"haitham? are you alright? are you not coming with us?"

"no. i'll be there."

his heart was still thumping loudly on his chest.

it was so different from the usual you that was so soft and tranquil.

he wanted to see that unexpected side of yours once more.

extra:

"where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"my father was a mercenary and i love watching him train at home back then, so he taught me along the way."

"father was a mercenary? i never would have thought... why did you never tell me though?"

"you're a genius, haitham, so i thought you knew."

"i didn't. you and your father never made it seem it like you knew how to fight like that."

"really?"

"yes. when we get home, please tell me more about yourself, so that i am prepared."

"prepared...? for what exactly?"

"my heart."

"???"

ZHONGLI

you are very much like zhongli, a chatterbox. but a more optimistic and cheerful version. you have a way of making other people comfortable. the atmosphere around you was extremely approachable and people wouldn't hesitate to talk to you simply because your company is easygoing to be with.

you have a way of telling stories. you use sound effects way too much and you make gestures with either your hands and arms. it was so funny and interesting to look and listen to you because your happiness was way too contagious.

if zhongli was polite, elegant, serious, and regal, you were the complete opposite of that.

you were a happy-go-lucky person and admittedly loud, but not in an irritating way. in fact that way you were loud brought joy to others. you laughed and smiled a lot, you talked a lot and you are quite the weird person, but that doesn't mean you were immature. you just knew how to have fun in life. that was your motto, 'for life to be as laidback and happy as possible'.

and probably, you know how to be serious when needed. probably.

zhongli didn't know when, but you easily made a way to his heart. just one moment, he was taking note of all of your habits. he was watching you all the time and his gaze followed you every single time you were close. to him, you were an enigma that he couldn't predict nor read. yet you were so endearing and loveable at the same time.

you worked as a deliverywoman. it actually suited you because of your jolly personality. you always greeted customers with enthusiasm and treated them as if you have been friends for a very long time. zhongli knew this since there are a lot of times that he comes with you during his free time.

you have been together for two years. yet there was never a time where zhongli hasn't seen you frown or be in a mood where you are sad. whenever you two are together in private, you are still the chatterbox and happy person he knew, just a little softer than the usual.

he was actually worried that you didn't express your sadness, but you told him to not worry as you told him that you don't remember the last time you have been sad. you were the type to always look at the bright side. he was glad that you aren't exhausted from being like that every single day.

from the thousands of years that he has been living in teyvat, he has never met someone like you. it may be an exaggeration, but he was telling the truth. and he was extremely glad to meet you. not to mention, to be together with you, entwined as lovers was an eternal bliss to him that he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. no contract would be able to break it.

today, the two of you were walking in guyun stone forest to delivery a package coming from a strange address. you told zhongli about this and he was worried since he didn't know if there were actual houses in guyun. because of this, he came with you.

"whoa! i've heard of stories from you, love, but i didn't expect guyun to be this... cool and so... wham!" your eyes were sparkling in excitement, causing your lover to smile affectionately. "although..." he hummed and pointed all his attention to you. "...it's swarming with monsters, haha!" you exclaimed, laughing at the hilichurls and ruin guards in the place. you even saw some abyss mages on top of the mountain.

zhongli chuckled. normally people would be scared, wouldn't they? you really are such an enigma. he wrapped his arm around your waist and told you, "indeed, so you have to stay close to me at all times."

"i will be protected by the god of contracts himself! my, what an honor!" you joked, poking his cheek. zhongli only chuckled more and leaned closer to you.

"what does the address say?"

"well... i actually wouldn't know since it only says at the corner of guyun." you sweatdropped and crossed your arms with a pout. "to whoever sent this, if this is a prank, i'll bonk you! there are so many corners yet you weren't specific at all! i love my job, but i would be having a date with my lover if weren't for this, you know!" you declared, your words only making your partner laugh.

you were ranting and your usually vigilant lover was going along with your antics, so you two didn't notice the large lawachurl approaching from behind.

zhongli heard the footsteps, wrapped his arm around you and immediately summoned his shield to protect the two of you. the lawachurl's fist stopped midair and you were left flabbergasted at the exchange, but you snapped out of your daze and jerked your head towards zhongli. his amber eyes were glowing a bright gold, yet you still couldn't help but be concerned for him.

under his protection, you cupped his cheek, asking in alarm, "li! are you alright?"

he blinked at your concern and smiled. "of course. why would you ask that, my beloved?"

you breathed out in relief and shook your head. "it's nothing..." you assured him and gripped his clothes tightly. you looked around, gulping at the swarm of lawachurls surrounding the two of you. can li really handle this...? you glanced at zhongli who was holding dominance over the lawachurl in front of him. i know he's a god, but... you sighed shakily at the number of ruin guards approaching you two. there are so many of them.

if only i could help him and lessen his burden... your eyes caught sight of an old great sword coincidentally laying on the ground. oh, speak of the devil, you thought and crouched down to hold it.

"(y/n), i will handle this, so please stay here." before he could even get your response, your figure ran past him.

zhongli has never felt so much fear in his life.

his heart dropped as he yelled your name, "(y/n)!"

he gritted his teeth and was about to chase after you, but he was stumped, stupefied beyond belief at what he saw.

you just sliced a lawachurl into half.

he stood there, stopped in his tracks as he watched you continue to evade the attacks of the monsters and cut their limbs, you effortlessly swung the claymore at them and defeat them in the blink of an eye. you were similar to him in a way. defeating opponents without even batting an eye.

as you fought, you were still wearing the smile he loves so much. the difference is the feeling behind it. unlike your normal smile that was filled with joy everyday, your smile right now was calm and confident as if you completely knew what you were doing and you weren't going to lose anytime soon.

a god like him has witnessed all sorts of phenomenon and events in this world, but never would he have thought to see his beloved partner—not to mention, you did not have a vision—defeating monsters so easily. you were just using pure strength to fight the lawachurls.

how come he didn't know anything about this? how come you never told him that you could fight this gallantly and professionally?

his mouth separated, gaze shimmering as he watched you in complete awe.

you didn't even need his help. your strength even rivaled those to who have visions, maybe you were even more powerful. that's how strong you were.

and that's exactly why he was just standing there. he was so enamored with you. he didn't even notice the slight blush that was covering his cheeks and the love swirling in his eyes.

why do you constantly do things that surprise him?

"li!" you called him, breaking him out of his bafflement. you grinned, throwing the package away and lifting the claymore easily with one hand. "come on! we gotta finish this, right?"

his eyes fluttered in confusion, but he quickly smiled and summoned his polearm.

"i suppose you're right."

he has fallen for you all over again.

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"how in the archons' names were you able to do all of those things?"

"hm? didn't i mention that i was a former pirate, li?

"you mentioned that, yes, but... i thought you were responsible for cooking food."

"yeah! that's true! ohhh, i think i forgot to mention that i sometimes substituted for captain beidou if she had things to do! i've been friends with her for so long after all, so i eventually learned how to fight like boom, whack, fwam, too!"

"you never told me that..."

"awww, sorry! stop pouting at me like that! uwah—you're so cute!"

"you're cuter. and don't do such reckless things next time."

"yes, my lord!"

note: sorry, i just love characters that have a certain duality in them! like y'know, they change according to the situation and they're like a different person? holy moly, that's so hot. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this! part two will be ayato and kazuha. idk when will i be able to write it, but hopefully, i can write it shortly after this. have a great day!

#genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you

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philialoving · 10 months

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❝𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬!❞ 𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: so maybe I shouldn’t have bought the large boba tea

“some crab sticks sound really good right now,” dazai grumbles as he holds his stomach, finally getting out of the agency to the alleyway behind.

he rests his back on the wall, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, “you can come down now.”

at the silence, dazai quirks his eyebrow with a smile.

a figure drops from above the walls and the air brushes across dazai’s face gently, “looking fresh today,” he smoothly says and you turn to face him and he smirks, “y/n.”

you huff, crossing your arms, “you’re no fun!”

a chuckle erupts out of his chest and he walks towards you, “it’s not like you actually thought you caught me off guard, did you?”

the way you roll your eyes answers him and he laughs, ruffling your hair.

“still a long way for that, my love, but I am sure you can do it,” he muses.

you glare at him and dazai presses his lips to your forehead, “oh come now; I am risking getting fired to meet you in this alleyway. quite the scandal, don’t you think?”

“you make it sound like I work for the port mafia, ‘samu plus you never actually do paperwork.”

yeah, you don’t.

you work in another organization that’s more on the vigilante side and only comes out when necessary. still, you were considered as a pillar as much as the port mafia and the detective agency.

and that’s how he met you.

on a fateful day, when all forces had to join against the guild, he saw you. you were put to do the analysis and planning along his side and ranpo’s.

he didn’t know what to expect out of you, but he sure as hell wasn’t disappointed.

you were captivating to watch in battle (when needed) and absolutely brilliant , and he just had to pop the question, “would you do me the honor of joining me in a double suicide? your beauty would be quite the sight to view as I take my last breaths!”

he didn’t expect you to laugh, moreover for it to turn into a gentle smile and for you to pat him on the head, “you’re cute.”

you turned on your heel to think the plan through even more and dazai was left with ranpo crunching on some chips in the back.

“she totally treated you like a kid.”

“can we not talk about my failures as a man?”

and so that’s how the dynamic between you went, one of a patient and kind soul dealing with a whiny child.

“y/n! y/n! do you want to go out with me sometime tonight?” he asks, eyes filled with hope.

you shake your head gently, “how about you go hang out with atsushi, sweetheart? i am sure he would like your company.”

“but—I want to hang out with you,” the frown and sadness are basically dripping from his voice.

you wave your hand softly, “I am little busy now, honey; you can go play cards with ranpo-kun?”

he looked at you blankly, “…just how old do you think I am?” desperately trying to make his voice as light hearted as possible.

“hm?” you look at him and his slight irritation completely goes away but you answer his question nonetheless, “I was told you were a lot younger than me.”

“like about…?”

“6 to 7 years apparently,” you hum and he is confused; you look so young.

he knows it’s rude, like really rude to ask a lady her age, but he is just itching to know, “I don’t mean to be rude…but—“

“I am 24.”

he looks at you puzzled, and a little offended but he hides that with a pout, “they told you I was 18?”

you nod.

“and you believed them?”

you nod, a little confused and dazai is just wondering about how the hell are you the confused one here.

“do I look that young?”

“yeah,” you reply cautiously before speaking up softly, “…have I offended you?”

he purses his lips and takes a deep breath.

“I am sorry—“

he laughs, cutting you off, “I am actually flattered but I am the same age as you!”

it’s like you did a complete 180, “you sure don’t act like it.”

“pardon?” his smiles a little hesitant now.

“you act like an enfant on steroids, no wonder I was convinced you were younger.”

“oh? so it’s my fault?”

“undeniably so,” you insist before waving him off, “go play somewhere else.”

stubbornly, he takes a seat right beside you, “nope, I actually quite like it here.”

you groan and dazai already counts it as a little victory.

you both sit in silence but then dazai pulls back abruptly gasping, “what—you—why?!”

you giggle, pulling back with a satisfied hum, “now we are equal,” you smile (more like smirk, you little minx, he thinks) twirling the pen in your fingers, “to more rounds of annoying each other!”

he looks at his hand, utterly shocked and offended.

you drew a freaking penis on his hand.

he can’t help the pout that settles on his lips and he, truthfully, has the right to be mad so he grumbles, “and you said I was immature.”

you look at him, contemplating whether to answer him or not but you settle for yes, “it was a little experiment of mine.”

“oh really? how so?” he huffs as you stand up. it’s endearing to you how irritated he is, especially that he is mostly all charming and calm.

you nod, “I wanted to see whether you’re cute or not while pouting,” you chuckle at his face, “and I was correct: you’re pretty cute,” you move away with the slight wave of your hand.

meanwhile, dazai was left gaping. whether at the fact that you called him cute or the smiling penis on his hand, he doesn’t know.

he didn’t know that the rounds will continue till how long forever lasts for the both you.

and he also didn’t know that he would end up with you a couple of weeks later and to his surprise and absolute happiness, you made the first move, but right. dazai was left with no choice but to finally follow his heart and wish that bliss will follow along.

#✎…works #dazai fluff #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x fem reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd dazai x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x female reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x reader

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fountainofrubies · 4 months

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NSFW Honkai Star Rail : Dan Heng x reader

Sexual content. Adults only!

“You are all work and no play”, you complain, flirting with him as you come into his room. He looks over at you, aloof as always, but pleased to see you nonetheless.

“How are you?” he asks.

You smile, “Better now that I have seen you again.”

He suddenly approaches you and pins you to the wall, pushing his hard cock up against your tingling center.

“You’ll do more than see me.” he says breathily as he pulls his erect cock out, pulls your panties to the side and roughly shoves it into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly as the pleasure grips you and squeezes you from the inside out.

“OH! Dan Heng! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me, Dan Heng! Ahh! Fuck me-“

You open your eyes from your dream as Dan Heng, whom you have never slept with or even outright hit on, slowly comes into focus. You quickly notice that he is just staring at you with his mouth agape, his face, full of surprise and he is speechless as he withdraws his hand. He was only trying to wake you. He initially thought that you were having a nightmare.. After all, you were squirming and whimpering when he walked past your room. Normally, he wouldn’t ever intrude or come in uninvited, but your door was left open and for whatever reason, you caught his eye. With you being in a recliner only a few feet from the doorway, he really thought that he would gently shake you awake and free you from whatever ugly memories from the past that were now running rampant in your dream world as they often do. With his fragmented memories from his past life often invading his dreams, this was something that you two had in common and had spoken about before during general conversations. So here he was, frozen in the position that he was in when he leaned into your room and reached down to stir you. His jewel like eyes were locked onto you as his mind raced.

As for you, you’re not sure what exactly he heard, but you can somehow tell from your expression that he definitely knows what this dream was really about. You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. “What did I say!?”

His eyebrows raise slightly as he holds his hands up as if to surrender. “I have no intention of trying to make you feel weird about this. I thought that you were having a nightmare, I’m so sorry that I invaded your personal space..”

“No, no, that’s okay, I’m just sorry that I made you feel so awkward. I’m not sure what all I said.. but I am pretty sure that you at least gathered the type of dream I was having.. from your reaction.”

You notice that his cheeks are a bit pink as he smiles weakly, but he otherwise seems composed again. “You don’t have to worry about that.. I mean, I should be flattered right?”

Your eyes widen. He knows exactly what I was dreaming about and who I was dreaming about. You must’ve said his name out loud as well. Your heart is beating fast, but this is your chance. You’ve been around him for some time, but because he has never shown any kind of interest in things like dating or flirting, you were sure that your feelings would not be reciprocated… but since he knows now about your desire for him.. and seems to be flustered, something in you just says “Screw it, shoot your shot.” You give a shy laugh but look at him playfully, “Dan Heng, I have never seen you blush before.” you say in a teasing way. “If I would have known that I could make you blush, I would have tried to sooner.”

He’s smirking now. “Y/N, I’m starting to think that you are flirting with me. You are, aren’t you?” He shifts into a more relaxed stance as he waits for your response.

“Well.. you are the man of my dreams.” you shoot back, slyly.

He looks amused as well, although his heart beat has quickened and his blood is rushing. He wonders what he should do as he stands in your doorway. He laughs softly and nervously. “It seems that way.”

“I mean.. do you want to come in?”

Dan Heng looks at you with a coy expression. Although he hasn’t said anything, he knows exactly what is happening and the truth is, he is rather aroused and interested in seeing exactly how this was going to unfold. He comes in but stands in the middle of your room. He just watches you as you shut the door and lock it.

“I just want to say first, that although I am willing to.. umm.. play.. I really do just want to make it known that I do actually like you, Y/N. I’ve liked you for some time.”

Surprised, you complained, “You never said anything…”

He shrugged, “Neither did you.” He was smirking now.

You begin to remove his coat. He inhales deeply as you push his coat down his arms. He smells good. Well, he always does really. As you lay his coat onto the chair behind you, you return to him as you run your fingers up his arms and over his shoulders, feeling his muscular arms underneath the black, long sleeved shirt he is wearing.

You keep strong eye contact with him, even though you’re full of butterflies. “Is this really happening?” you wonder out loud.

Still smirking, he answers, “It is.”,

Now your hand is running down his chest, and as you reach his abs, you feel their definition through his shirt. “Wherever your stopping point is, make sure that you let me know when we get there..” You’re unsure what exactly he is willing to do.. what he’s wants, what he doesn’t want.

He looks at you slyly and confidently answers, “Don’t you worry about me. After all, maybe this is a dream as well.” He reaches down until his nose is close to mine. Then, he whispers, “Treat this like it is your dream. I’m sure that I will gladly do whatever it is that you want me to do.” His eyes shift to look at you in each of yours.

You close the rest of the gap and lock lips with him, almost dizzy with desire. His lips are soft and warm, but his kiss is deep. Every time his tongue ventures out, he touches yours with it, breathing slightly heavier each time until he pulls back, sounding as if he is ever so slightly panting.

His hands run from your lower back around your waist and settle on your hips. At this point, it feels as if he’s gazing into your soul as he asks you, “Am I gentle with you or am I rough with you?”

You’re breathing heavily as you whisper back to him, “You always start gentle, you always make me beg you before you start to get rough.”

He smiles wide, revealing teeth that almost glitter. His voice is sultry as he shares, “That actually sounds like me.” Your knees feel weak. Before you know it, he picks you up and is climbing on top of you as he places you onto your bed.

He’s boldly presses his body into yours as he holds himself slightly above you, making his very large, very hard erection known. “Mmmm” he groans as you arch your back, filled with desire in his arms. He shifts his weight to lean onto his left forearm in order to hold himself up, yet free one of his hands. He grabs and squeezes your thigh, just below your short skirt and runs his hands up to the point where your leg meets your hip. You feel his thumb make contact with your lips as he rubs it up and down your wet center. You can’t help but moan and it prompts you to reach for the remote on your nightstand in order to play some music to cover any sounds that might be overheard.

You can’t keep your hands off of him, whether you’re stroking his arms through his shirt or running your fingers up his muscular abs underneath it, the only thing that you can think about is how good he feels. Surprisingly, he seems passionately gentle as he leans in to kiss your neck. You begin to pull his shirt up and he helps you take it off of him. He then moves to unfasten his pants. You stare at the obvious bulge in his pants as you remove your panties and slide them down and off of your legs. He gets up for just a moment to remove his pants entirely, and his cock sticks straight out, hard as a rock. Seeing the size of it makes you glad that you told him that you wanted him to start off gently with you. He runs his precum down his length and dips his fingers into your gooey center and rubs that all over his cock as well. “Mmm you’re plenty wet for me.” he said, his voice soft and sexy. You’re speechless, your blush apparent while he lines his cock up with your entrance and looks into your eyes. “Are you ready, Y/N? Do you still want this?”

You’re panting now and shake your head yes as you say between breaths, “Yes.. oh yes.. please.”

He pushes into you just a bit and then holds himself up with both forearms again as he slowly enters you. Your hands stroke him, one in his thick, dark hair and the other caressing him and holding onto the back of his neck. He stretches you open wide as he pushes further into you, always pulling back out in order to make the ordeal wetter and to get you acclimated to his size. He releases the slightest, breathy moan as he pushes back into again. Sounds of pleasure spill out of your mouth as you take him, and you stifle a louder moan as he pushes his length the rest of the way in. Pleasure ripples through your body as he applies pressure and retreats over and over again, slowly and smoothly. His eyes gleam of azure and his perfect face seems to be studying you as he soaks in the sight of this experience. After plenty of smooth, slow strokes, he suddenly closes the gap quickly, pushing into you with a lot more force, making you gasp. As he grasps the top of your shoulder in order to hold you down, he pushes into you again, and his breath hitches just before he lets out a low, breathy moan. You moan louder, unable to help it as he thrusts deeply into you again, continuing this at a much slower pace but with a lot more force than his earlier strokes.

His mouth opens as he exhales, he looks remarkably delicious as he starts to let out more and more sounds of his own in between his strokes.

Who knows how long you’ve been here already as he continues to go in on you. The pleasure builds and builds as you gyrate and rub your clit. He’s clearly enjoying himself, he bites his lower lip as he smiles at you. He’s breathing heavily in between his soft, low moans and the delicious, full length of his cock is bringing you nothing but gripping, mouth watering pleasure now that you’ve gotten used to his size. He pushes his arms underneath your back and reaches up to hold your shoulders, bringing himself delightfully close to your face as you continue to rub your clit. He slams into you once and puts all of his weight into the pressure as if he is trying to reach further up inside of you than ever before and he stays there. He rocks slowly, back and forth as he maintains the strong and intense pressure he has created with this contact. His breath spills out, warming the side of your face and your neck as he lets out of series of soft, breathy moans as he tantalizes himself with the feeling of your tight walls.

“Ahhh Yes, Y/N.” he coos after a moan, “So tell me, do you want more?”

You beg, “Yes! Oh Dan Heng, please! Fuck me faster! Give it to me hard. Please! I want you so fucking bad. PLEASE! I’m begging you...”

He raises his eyebrows again, “How bad do you want it?”

“I need it bad. I’ll do whatever you want, please just fuck me harder. Please, please just fuck me baby. Fuck me.”

“Mmmm” he moans as he softly tucks your hair behind your ear. “I like that.” he says as he grabs your shoulder once more and then roughly presses it downward into the mattress. He then starts to speed up, fucking you faster and faster as he rams into you, holding you down with an intense grip. Not long after this begins, he also begins to moan and breathe hard himself. He continues at an exhilarating pace, pumping and pumping. One minute he’s looking at you directly, the next he’s tilting his head back and moaning breathily as he nails you over and over again, still holding you down so that he can hit you with more and more forceful, greedy strokes. His movements start to become sloppy and his moans more urgent as he continues to fuck you as faster and faster, each with slightly more force than the last thrust. Your moans are constantly coming at this point, softly pouring out and building in volume in between each breath as the pleasure seems to boil over. You go rigid as you grab ahold of his waist. He is obviously in the homestretch as well and watches you closely as you come, moaning his name as you spasm repeatedly, humping desperately and quickly as you cream.

He moans, coming in closer as he still fucks you with speed and force. Now he’s ramming you even more rapidly, “Ah! You’re going to make me come with all of that now..” he warns. “You’re shaking..” He continues at top speed, and you grab him roughly and begin to hump wildly as he rails you.

“Oh yes, give it to me! Come, baby, I want you to!”

He begins to moan repeatedly, hunched over you, fucking you so quickly that he’s breathing rather hard now. His hold on you becomes even more intense as he squeezes you as he begins to approach climax. The sounds he is making are so hot and delicious. His movements start to become unpredictable and choppy, slapping into you and bouncing you upward , regardless of how strong his hold is as he tries to keep you still. He inhaled as if he was holding his breath for quite some time as his mouth opens and he makes eye contact with you. “I’m coming!”, the words spill out of his mouth as he starts to push into you most greedily and even more desperately. His breathing is quick and strong as he half moans, half holds his breath. He’s squeezing your arm very hard as he starts to release, his movements are passionate even though they are slowing. His sounds become softer as he dives into you again and again, repeatedly squirting everywhere that can be reached as he comes deep into your core. Every little splash you feel inside of you is accompanies with a new thrust and a short pause as he moans alongside of each spasm of release. As he finishes, you’re still spasming you, squeezing his cock involuntarily as if you milking him of every drop he’s got.

His moans only grow softer and quieter as his breathing begins to slow down. He looks into your eyes while he is still inside of you and thinks for a second before he speaks. “Was it as good as you expected?” he asked, inquisitively yet confidently.

You reply, breathlessly, almost whispering, “Oh Dan Heng, you are fucking incredible at that.”

Just before he pulls out of you, he kisses you, softly and sensually. “Let’s do this again sometime.” he says with a slow and sexy smile.

Your heart flutters as you get up in order to clean yourself up and put on fresh panties. Dan Heng also carefully gets dressed again after cleaning himself up. As you leave the car, the Trailblazer and March come around the corner of the hallway and see you two.

March, none the wiser, greets you two with enthusiasm. The trailblazer however, notices that both of you had slightly messy hair and your skirt looked wrinkly. He smirks at Den Heng, who raises his eyebrows and asks him, “What?”, feigning innocence. March goes into her room as the Trailblazer stands there for a second. He just smiles at Dan Heng as he smugly and knowingly says “Mhm.” Then he begins walking towards his room, breaking eye contact with Dan Heng, leaving you two alone.

After the trailblazer entered his room and shut his door, Dan Heng, looks down at you, smiling widely and he let out a rare laugh as he rubbed the back of his head. You laugh too. When the hallway is empty, he gently pushes you up against the wall and grabs a handful of your hair. He rubs your clit through your panties as he pulls your head backwards, exposing your neck to his kiss. The Trailblazer, peering outward through the peephole of his door, sees every second of it.

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