☆ - sypnosis: : vamp childe/oh no! your precious bf has a blood-kink! He was an afraid to tell you at first but when you tell him it turns you on a little, his greed takes over/ fanfic for k!nktober
☆ - kinktober episode one: hematolagnia (a blood kink) definition:sexual fetish or paraphilia where a person becomes aroused by the sight, taste, smell, or thought of blood.
☆ - authors note: hiii! happy kinktober!!,I’ve never really taken part in this before but I will nevertheless try my best! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
Vampire childe!- who can't help but get turned on watching you bleed!, he doesn't like seeing you hurt but there's just something about it that drives him crazy, maybe it's the thrill and the intensity of it all, how exposed you are, how your giving yourself to him, how you trust him, as a fighter he'd never expose himself in a state of injury or weakness with anyone, unable to defend himself if anything comes his way, of course he knows you feel the same way, so for you to allow vulnerability with him sets some kind of spark of intimacy in him, (don't worry!he isn't afraid to be weak with you as well!)
Vampire childe!- who can never take his eyes off of the cuts he gave you after all the weekly sparring matches, just the way your warm irresistible iron filled blood streams down your forearms and thighs and faintly seeps trough the torn parts of your clothes all for him to see gets him going, while for you the cuts are so small you barely notice your bleeding to begin with,he feels guilty as he pulls you aside and explains this strange desire of his,or maybe it isn't so strange given that he's a vampire, he still feels ashamed even when you reassure him, pointing out that it just might be a part of his nature as a vampire and that you don’t mind how he gets off of your blood and that if anything it turns you on a little,
Vampire childe!- where his greed overpowers guilt, driven by nothing more than his lust filled mind and pleasure as he proceeds to mercilessly pound you, his grip tight on you hair pressing your face into the pillows,noting the both satisfying and familiar arch of your back, pulling back to simply admire the way you look, body worn out, your chest rising up and down, breath short and shallow, your sweat glistening in the arms of the pale moonlight, eyes drowsy as if your about to nod off, he makes sure to check up on you every few rounds, you’ve been at this for hours after all, your thoughts and body subdued to mush ,unable to think,talk, all you can do is feel, feel the way his cock slams into your heat for what feels like the thousandth time, your body covered from top to bottom with light thoughtfully harmless bites and hickeys small trails of blood trickling downwards, your climax is near and so is his, his thrusts hurry into an ever inhuman pace as he chases his peak, your dizzy the air gets thicker as you both come once more,you turn to look at each other, and he notices some blood on your cheek and reaches forward to tuck some hair out of your face and cups your cheek to kiss and then lick the he mess away, “you wanna keep going?” He asks after finishing of “one aah- m-more round..”
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Feat.: Tartaglia, Itto, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma and Ayato (separate) x reader
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CW: NSFW, semi-public/public sex, dry humping, groping, oral sex
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Summary: headcanons of what the men of Genshin are like when they're horny at the gym, and you're the reason why
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Tartaglia: literally everything you do in the gym turns him on. Watching you move your body and show off what you can do (whether it’s a lot or just a little, doesn’t matter, he loves it) he loves watching you bounce on his cock on a weight bench. He’ll lick the sweat off your neck and thrust his hips into you, grabbing your hips and helping you. You must be so tired after your workout but here you are, bouncing on his cock like the good girl you are. After one particularly horny training session at the gym where Tartaglia bribed the owner to close down one of the back areas for you, Mr. More Money Than Sense decided to invest in his own private home gym.
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Zhongli: watching you do cardio is what gets Zhongli hot and bothered. There’s something about watching you go from calm to glistening and out of breath, and watching your ass while you run that makes him go wild. He typically prefers to save your intimate moments for out of the private eye, or at least as much as possible so Zhongli will usually take you in a deserted locker room or in his car outside the gym if the parking lot is empty enough. If it’s not, the car ride home is agonizing, and you can bet that whatever he wanted to do at the gym? It’ll be much more intense for every second he had to wait to have you. His hips will pound into you like nothing you’ve ever felt before, claiming you as his through his touch.
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Kaeya: Kaeya is such a fucking lease. Honestly, this man will do everything he can to entice you at the gym. Don’t worry, it’s clear Kaeya wants you. But of course, he’ll make every effort to make you think fucking in the gym was your idea. He’ll do plenty of whatever exercises he knows gets you hot and bothered, and maybe will even be a little flirty with those around him. (Harmlessly of course, and only if you’re comfortable. Kaeya would never do anything to truly hurt you). Kaeya is also definitely not shy in giving people around you a show. He admires the way everyone wants to look at you, you’re so incredible. But make no mistake, he’s the only one that gets to touch you like this, groping you over your clothes, making you squirm and beg for him as his touches stay above the confines of your clothes. Showing everyone he knows just how to work you, even like this.
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Diluc: Diluc is another one who’s more than a little shy about taking you in public. Really, anything that requires him to spot you is what gets him excited. There’s something thrilling about the way you put your complete trust in him while also showing how competent you are anyway. And of course, the way he can also place his full trust in you when it’s his turn to lift weights. The intimacy. While Diluc may not take you in a public place like the gym, he’s also not exactly subtle. You could be in the middle of an activity that gets him riled up when suddenly he’ll clear his throat, tell everyone ‘excuse me’, and promptly leave the area, pulling you by the hand. Of course, deserted alleyways and corners do just fine if he’s particularly in the mood. Certainly expect the most amazing cunnilingus from this man. He will worship your body, hushing any protests of you being sweaty.
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Itto: okay, everything you do turns Itto on, but in particular? Squats. Wear leggings while at the squat rack and he’s putty in your hands. He’ll either fuck you from behind, groping your ass and smacking it, or have you ride him reverse cowgirl, watching you do squats on him instead. You can’t even count the number of times Itto’s gotten in trouble at the gym for fucking his own fist while he watches you work out, or start dry humping you. By now, he’s figured out which gym staff he can tip to keep the locker rooms closed while he stuffs you to the brim for a quickie.
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Thoma: Thoma has many connections, what with all the people he strikes deals with and helps. Chances are, you’re likely attending a gym where Thoma’s comfortable enough with the owner to ask them to ‘forget’ everything they see the two of you do. He'll pretend to 'help' you fix your form while lifting weights, knowing damn well you can lift them with perfect form on your own. He'll take his time with his instructions, however, running his hands along your thighs to position them, his breath hot on your neck as he places his hands over yours on the weights, his thigh settling between yours under the guise of 'steadying' you. Whatever his lesson, you can be absolutely sure you'll be completely exhausted and satisfied afterwards.
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Ayato: Ayato clearly has his own private gym. There's no way in celestia he'd want someone else catching on to the secrets of his family's martial arts methods, or the methods by which he trains the members of the Shuumatsuban. Instead, he opts for a personal, private gym in the comfort of his own home. That being said, it makes workouts with the two of you far more interesting. In fact, there's hardly a workout that goes by that doesn't end in some type of debouched, sexy mess. His favorite thing to do is seat you on his lap, spreading your legs open and watching each and every delicious thrust, cooing about how well you take him and how watching yourself is like training your body to take him better. Although, it's quite obvious Ayato just loves the fact that you're watching him claim you as his own over and over again. He even sends a personalized 'thank you' message to whichever crew member thought it best to put in a mirror into his home gym.
Summary - You and Childe make a little bet to see who could resist each other the longest.
Pairing - gn!reader x Childe ( was written thinking of a fem reader but no real indications )
Warnings - Mentions of desire / sex, suggestive touching
A/N - I wanna make a pt. 2 with the actual smut lol, should I?
It was just a game.
Satin slid against your bare skin, cold to the goosebumps that prickled along your skin. A lacy material that covered both too much and nothing at all. So thin that it would seem to break at the barest touch, but enough to hide your body. Not its curves.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Childe stood, ginger hair slicked back to expose the jagged edge of his jawline. The curve of his cheekbones that led to his dark eyes, a bright baby blue that was hidden under his lashes. Widening only the slightest when landing on you, trailing up and down your body before his lips tilted up. Similarly to you, Childe was dressed in fancy garments and silk. White gloves in contrast to the black suit and dress pants.
A game.
Thats what you reminded yourself when walking over to him, steps dragging out before you placed your palm on his chest. Fingers resting on the folds of his black jacket before you slowly turned your gaze to meet his. Fluttering your lashes before trailing your hand down lower, until you could grasp his.
“We have to hurry up darling,” you hummed when pulling him closer towards you. “I dont want to stay out too late tonight.”
He brought your hand to his lips, gentle when pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. A gentleman first, but you could see the mischief in his eyes. “And whats so wrong about staying out late?”
You leaned in closer at this, an opportunity perhaps to win this little game of yours. “It gets harder to resist you,” you shamelessly admitted, lips brushing near his ear. “I don’t lose.”
His grip on your hand tightened before completely slacking. A competition, to see how long you both would be able to resist each other. Love was a battle between you and Childe, adrenaline coursing through your veins at every touch; every kiss. Childe liked to win, to reign superior when knowing his opponent was equally as strong, maybe even stronger.
But you liked winning too.
You didn't mask your desire when tugging at his hand, leading him to the sleek black sports car. Opening the passenger's seat and gesturing him in, flashing him a grin when you walked to the driver's seat.. Childe realized that he was in for a long ride when you stepped on the gas, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his thigh.
You were three shots in.
The drink burned down your throat, the mindless freedom that it brought threatening to take over you completely. Not enough to do so, you were careful with your consumption, especially when there was so much on the line.
Childe was down on his fifth, looking as casual as ever when tilting his head back to take a sixth. When he set the glass down and turned to face you, “You’re not going to drink that one?” He gestured to the shot perched on the counter. You were about to tell him to go for it before it occurred to you that you could do something else.
“Nope, that one's mine.” You held your hand up to grab it, bringing it up your face before accidentally letting it slip from your fingers. “Oops.”
The ginger flinched at the sudden cold contact, eyes pensive when noting the stains on his dress pants. He only sighed comically, unaffected when reaching for one of the napkins on the side.
But you were faster.
“I’m so sorry,” you genuinely began, hiding your snicker with a cough. “Babe I’ll clean this up for you, don't worry, just stand still.” With napkins bunched up in your hand, you began wiping at the black fabric, straying dangerously to his crotch.
You heard his breath hitch almost instantly, taking that as a sign to continue. You dragged the cloth against the blemished areas, bringing it closer to his inner thighs and rubbing it much more sensually when you could.
He cursed, mumbling something incoherent while tensing up. You felt one of his hands on your shoulder before you were tugged up to face him. “You win,” he whispered, strained when his hand curled around your waist. In only a few seconds, you were hoisted to his shoulder and being carried out the bar.
notes: happy holidays to all, and to @light679, the one who has supported me through it all. i thought that you deserved a little something nice, so i obliged. thank you for everything you've done for me. merry christmas. <3
you and him met when you were just little school-children, playing tag in the heaps of cold, powder snow.
"you're it, ajax!" you caught up to him, your cheeks stinging in the bitter cold, pushing him on the shoulder to "tag" him.
"hahah!" he giggled, "you got me, but i won't be it for long!"
ajax always had a competitive nature, no matter how frightened of the world we was. he told you about his ambitions of becoming an adventurer while you laid in the snow together. ajax, however, was a hesitant boy, even if he was playful. he told you how grateful he was for you, you were kind and caring- you were warm.
you tumbled around in the snow during recess, you and your little friend group running around like headless chickens, ajax specifically targeting you, just so he could get his revenge.
of course, childhood memories stay as memories. blissful moments such as these, they don't last for long. the boy you knew, he disappeared. he was gone without a trace.
unbeknownst to you, ajax had returned a bloodthirsty warrior, a self-proclaimed "weapon of war," referred to as "tartaglia." of course, living in the home of the tsaritsa and her beloved fatui, you caught wind of the heinous crimes that had been committed in liyue.
but the fatui plotted on an "ever-grander" scale, the archon setting the "weapon" up to ultimately fail. the tsaritsa, the archon of love, was a cold, cruel woman. a semi-omnipotent god with an army at her own disposal. even the people of snezhnaya were unaware of her next plans, what she had wanted to do next, or why she was allegedly taking the archons' gnoses.
it's no shock that the death of la signora was tragic to the people residing in snezhnaya. the people had grown dull and tired, their childhoods a long, lost hope. men slaved away in coal mines and ladies worked at home, a snap away from losing their own sanity. the children no longer played outside, none pelted eachother with snow anymore, snowmen never being built by smiling, cheery kids. the region had grown duller as you, too, grew up.
the harbingers were popular, as one could expect. you watched a dark and grey crowd swarm, their worn-out and hoarse voices shouting and crying out from the group.
"tartaglia! tartaglia!" they cheered. the fatui were the only hope for the snezhnayan people, the cold region's people rejoicing as they finally gained the attention the lovely tsaritsa deserved.
pushing through the malnourished crowd, you witnessed a tall ginger man with piercing blue eyes handle ladies' babies and attempt to push back a crowd of starving, overworked men and women. of course, you couldn't help but think he looked familiar. that's when his gazed locked with yours.
the stare went on for what felt like a minute or two, the legendary war criminal making eye-contact with someone just as common as the others. you gathered a clump of snow in your hand, launching it at the man's face.
the swarm went dead silent as the snow slid off his face, his cheeks flushing pinker as his skin met the cold snow. the snow had a deeper, more bone-chilling temperature than the air that you breathed. the mob stared at you, distaste and fury in their eyes, the silence choking you, eventually being broken by the harbinger's loud laugh.
"that was great!" he cackled. "who threw that?"
his eyes met yours again. "was it you?" he said with a grin, highly unexpected of a grown man in the fatui. you gulped and nodded, his laugh becoming even more boisterous.
"i think we should have a snowball fight!" he snorted, coming down from his laughter-high. the mass of people groaned, going back to their miserable shifts at work. grown people had no time for child-like behavior, they had a job to do, bread and butter to earn and money to make.
"tartaglia" launched a snowball straight at you, making you giggle. you could barely hold it together as you weakly threw one back while he continuously catapulted you with clumps of hard-packed snow.
"how's that, huh?!" he teased. "you sorry n-now?!" he snickered, getting hit in the abdomen with one of your snowballs. your hands were going numb as you laughed along with the criminal, both you and him weakly launching loose handfuls of snow at eachother.
"ohh, archons-" you giggled, "tartaglia" coming up to shake your hand. you lifted up your head, holding in more laugher.
"truce?" he asked. you obliged, sighing and chuckling. "truce."
"so, what's your name, you?" he smiled politely.
"it's Y/N." you replied, watching as a fond smile grew on his face.
You sit on the edge of your bed, legs dangling on the side as your head hangs low. Your phone illuminates your face in the dark room. The screen shows the messages of your now ex breaking up with you.
"He fell out of love," you whisper to yourself; your is voice barely above a whisper but oh so loud in your now aching heart. You feel something wet drop onto your thigh, then another and another. Soon, tears won't stop streaming down your cheeks.
"What got you in this state, spitfire?" The nickname causes you to rip your eyes away from the screen and find Ajax standing in your doorway. The two of you are what some consider a disaster duo of best friends. With Ajax's lust to grow stronger and your not-so-subtle encouragement of his antics.
"He broke up with me..." Your body shakes as you speak, your heart trying to beat out of your chest. You pick up your phone from your lap and hand it to your best friend. Ajax grabs the phone and begins to read the conversation, his frown growing bigger and bigger with each message.
"What a piece of shit! What kind of fucking person takes everything from you like that? (Y/N), I'm-" Ajax stops when he notices you shaking even harder and holding your body close to you.
"Am I not good enough? I thought we were happy and he just tells me he feels nothing anymore? He takes everything from me and throws me away like I'm trash. Why? Why why why why why!" You scream in your shared apartment with the ginger haired man.
His eyes soften as he walks towards you, sitting next to you on the bed. Peering up at him exposes your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. "Sometimes the best people attract the worst back. It's not fair, but you are NOT the problem, you hear me? I'll fight him the next time we cross him."
A small but sad chuckle leaves your lips. He wraps his lean yet strong arms around you. "If you wanna cry, do it. I'm here and we can drink the night away if you wanna do that too."
Content Warning: blood mention, concussion, mild violence typical to genshin.
Summary: You asked the traveler‘a team to escort you through some of the more dangerous part of Liyue. Of course, things don’t go according to plan. But at least Childe is there to soften the blow!
Childe and you are out with the traveler’s exploration team. As an archaeologist, you may not be a fighter but you’re still curious and adventurous. Thus, leading you to being escorted by everyone.
Childe played up his role as escort, going as far to say that he was “your knight in shining armor” for the afternoon much to your chagrin. He even takes your hand and hovers his face over it while over-exaggerating some kissy noises.
Everything was supposed to be fine. Until, of course, it wasn’t. Somehow, the Traveler and Childe always seem to be attracting trouble to themselves. This time the trouble came in the form of three abyss mages; one hydro abyss mage, one pyro abyss mage, and one cyro abyss mage.
Your group was now stuck in a cavern, trapped in by the trio of misfits. You were standing behind everyone, at the edge of a harsh cliff side leading into a deep, dark ravine below, trying your best to not get in the way of the group. However, this doesn’t prove to be useful in the face of enemies that can teleport straight towards you.
A cryo abyss mage appears in front of you and cackles at your fear. With a yelp, you barely dodge a stray icicle it unleashes, stepping backwards in the process. You stumble, and look behind you to see there’s little to no space between you and the cliffedge. One step forward means getting caught up in the abyss mage, and one step back means falling straight off, there’s no way you’re getting out of this without being hurt.
A little more luckily, Childe had seen your distress and immediately sprinted towards you and the abyss mage. Even if the element matchup was horrendous, he was still determined to keep you safe. A quick shot of hydro from Childe is enough to get the abyss mage’s attention. But it’s not enough to draw it from its position, where it starts to dance and chant. Your eyes widen at the barrage of icicles that are about to rain down upon you. You close your eyes tight, wishing that at least it’d be a quick death.
Childe is at your side in an instant, holding onto your waist, pushing your head into his chest and… leaping down the ravine?
You let out a scream of pure terror, trusting a fatui with your life had to be the worst mistake you’d ever made!
Except for the fact you weren’t exactly plummeting, instead you seem to be making a slower descent than you initially thought. You peek up from Childe’s chest, where you not-so-discreetly were curling up, to see that his glider had been pulled out and a cheeky grin was plastered onto his face.
“Scared?” Childe teases. “I promised I’d protect you already, and I can’t just back out of a promise.” He readjusts you in his arms, which is a lot more horrifying when you’re midair and the only thing you can latch onto is him. “Hold still, this is gonna be a rough landing.”
You brace yourself for impact, your jaw still managing to find a way to knock into a rock and reverberate the pain through your skull. Although you have a minor migraine, your fall has been mostly cushioned by Childe, who groans in pain below you. Despite his masochistic tendencies, it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying himself.
Quickly, you scamper off of his body and check him over. You pull his hair back with your hand, looking on in horror as you spread blood through it like it’s a gel. You wipe the blood off your hand and onto his uniform.
“Oh my archons, Childe are you alright?” Putting the slightly-bloody hand to his cold cheek as you inspect his face for any injury, he half-heartedly laughs at the concern.
“Aw, you don’t have to worry about a guy like me,” He pats the hand on his face. “I’m tough as nails. “
“That doesn’t mean anything, where does it hurt?” You continue to nag slightly, and he takes a moment to process the question before answering.
“It’s blurry,” he starts. “My head hurts, ears are ringing.” He gives another pat to your hand. “But I’m all good.”
“I think,” You squint at him, carefully looking into his eyes, and watch as his pupils dilate further. “You may be concussed.”
“Am not.” He slurs unconvincingly.
“Follow my finger with your eyes.” You hold up a finger, waiting for Childe’s eyes to latch onto the digit, and slowly move it from left to right. His eyes lag behind and he squints at the air dubiously.
“I’m no doctor but I think, at the very least, something is not right here.” You sigh and settle for unbuttoning his coat. Childe lazily pushes at your hands.
“Woah, woah, isn’t this a bit fast?” He wiggles his eyebrows, or at least tries to. It still gets a reaction out of you in the form of a flushed face and a scowl.
“You’re freezing, Childe. Or do you not remember the Hydro and Cryo Mages?” You bat his hand away and with shaky hands you unbutton the rest of the coat. Once you push the offending piece of cloth off of his shoulders, a shiver racks through him once exposed to the cool air. A droplet of water rolls down from his neck, going down the middle of his chest and into the crevices of his muscles before you catch it with your hand and wipe it away. His abs tense up for a moment before he relaxes, but he’s still shivering.
“Here, put your arms out so I can put you into this.” You request while taking off your own coat.
“Don’t need that,” Childe insists. “Won’t fit.”
“It’s oversized on me anyways, and you need it more. Just stop complaining already and let me help you.” You insist.
It’s a struggle to pull Childe’s arm through before he gives in. Once he’s in the overcoat, he seems much warmer once you button it up. On you it swamps your shape, but on him it’s a better fit, and he seems comfortable in it, albeit grumpy.
“Better?” You ask with genuine concern, eyeing up the apparent red spotting in his hair.
“‘M a bit cold, maybe a kiss will warm me up!” He makes an annoyingly exaggerated smooching sound as he looks up at you with mirth.
Your tongue swipes at your bottom lip and a copper taste fills your mouth. Your lip is totally busted from the whole ordeal.
“Sorry, I can’t do that. My lips are-.” You manage to catch yourself a little late, and your face heats up. Obviously Childe was kidding with you, even if it was a lot slower of a quip, but that was just due to the nature of a concussion!
Childe straight up giggles, it’s giddy and childish and you briefly wonder if this was a sound his family heard a lot growing up. “Your face, you should see the look on it,” Childe’s hand comes up to your cheek this time, and you know he can feel the heat because your face feels uncomfortably warm in this frigid cave. “Ah, my own personal fireplace.”
You have half the mind to scold him, but you figure it’s not worth the energy and you just slump against him carefully. Your arms come around Childe’s form and you hear his breath hitch in your ear.
“Is this warmer?” You ask quietly, but you know he caught it because you’re right next to his ear that is slowly turning red.
“Yeah.” He chokes out. Dare you say it, he seems nervous when he wraps his own arms around you and returns the embrace. You smile into his neck.
“Thank you for saving me. The others will certainly come looking for us. So we can stay like this for a while, yeah?”
Pov #2: Modern Highschool AU: Y/n x Diluc confession Part 8 (Finale part 2)
Ship: GN Y/n x Diluc
GN Y/n x Childe
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Warning: Love triangle and swearing
Part 1 https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660197649184702464/pov-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc-confession
Part 2 https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660361829550374912/pov-2-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
Part 3 https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660451008031440896/pov-3-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
Part 4 https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660534545750376450/pov-2-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
Part 5 https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660557241612730368/pov-2-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
Part 6 https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660649624970870784/pov-2-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
Part 7 (Finale Part 1) https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/660828253707239424/pov-2-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
Your Pov
It was almost 6 and Childe was yet to show up. Doubt started to weigh down on your shoulders. Was he going to show you up? No, that couldn't be it he had tried so hard to get this chance with you, why would he throw it away. The sound of the doorbell rang out through the air. You rushed to answer the door. There he was, standing on her doorstep dressed like the image bellow (the art isn't mine):
Archons above, he was hot!
"You like what you see, girlie/buddy/other?", Childe said with a smirk.
"Shut up! Where are we going?", you ask.
"It's a surprise, now come on", he said handing you a helmet and started to lead you to the black motorbike he parked in front of your house.
"By the way, you look too cute in (Preferred Outfit)", he said with a wink, making you flush a shade of pink as you sat on the bike behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
The two of you rode through the city in silence while you hugged his waist, scared of falling off the bike. Childe stopped the bike soon after they left the city.
"C'mon girlie/buddy/preferred, we are almost there." Childe said and started to head into the forest that surrounded the roads into the city. Confused but intrigued you followed close behind him until the both of you ended up in a wide clearing that had spots of burning red and icy blue flowers that you couldn't quite name. And in the middle of the clearing you could see a candle lit dinner all set out with everything you would need for a star gazing date.
The person beside you just took in your beauty that was illuminated by the stars and promised to himself that he would do everything in his power to show you a good time without making you
uncomfortable.
"C'mon girlie/buddy/preferred, the food is getting cold", he said taking your hand and walking you over to the prepared dinner.
The both of you surprisingly had a lot in common, similar hobbies and interests (i dunno how to write scenes like this) and apparently you have had a crush on each other for about the same length of time. After finishing the food Childe pulled you into he chest and lied down, keeping you close to him with his arms. You were thankful for your face being turned away from the candles as you felt your face burning up.
"This is nice..." you heard Childe whisper contently as you buried your head into the crook of his neck. You didn't know how long the both of you stayed in that position but when you got up and checked the time on your phone it was 10pm and your eyes were getting heavy.
"Looks like it's time to go girlie/buddy/preferred, I'll pack this up tomorrow morning." he said to you then planted a kiss on your forehead.
"Wha-?" you started but then were cut off by Childe pressing his lips against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and rendering you unable to get away. As the two of you pulled away you felt him bite down on your lower lip then move down to your neck. You felt his soft lips make contact with your cold skin and suddenly felt him biting down on a revealed section of your neck, close to your jawline. This provoked a quiet moan to escape your lips.
Childe pulled away from your body in surprise but his expression soon turned into a smirk as he processed what just occurred.
"Now now girlie/buddy/preferred, don't get all thirsty on me. It's only our first date~" he said, teasing you. "Plus we gotta get you home so you can get some sleep".
The both of you rode back to your house in silence with your arms wrapped around his waist with your face buried into his shoulder blade.
By the time you got back home you were basically sleeping already.
"Goodnight girlie/buddy/preferred~", you heard Childe called out to you as you waved him goodbye.
Diluc would have a hard time impressing you after Childe's near perfect date tomorrow.
To be continued (Sorry I haven't been posting) I will continue this series after this post gets 15 likes
Edit: Part 9 (Finale Part 3) https://nightmareeclipse1.tumblr.com/post/661646802928467968/pov-2-modern-highschool-au-yn-x-diluc
