Another Idea I Have This Time With Childe Is That He Had Fallen Out Of Love With Reader And Cant Bear

Another idea i have this time with childe is that he had fallen out of love with reader and cant bear to tell the reader and decided to pretend he still loves them but the reader knows but still chooses to hold on because she loves him but then she saw how childe and lumine interact, it reminded her of her relationship with childe before they become a couple how they used to be so sweet and happy. So the reader just decided to end the relationship because she realized that if you truly loved someone you will let them go if that means they will be happy. ( childe didn't really cheat but he does starts to have feelings with lumine but you know cant be lumine because reader)

hi anon!!! i put a lil twist on this idea by making hanahaki disease exist in genshin. there is a perspective shift from childe to reader!

content warning: angst with no happy ending, mentions of death and blood, memory loss

word count: 1.2k

note my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact.

"Welcome to Scent of Spring, what can I get you today?”

It’s almost hilarious that the last time Childe had frequented this store, he was courting you, purchasing a bouquet each time he went to win over your heart. Others had joked that the next flowers Childe would buy were for your wedding - the customary flower ball for the married to toss into the oncoming crowd, for blessings of married life and eternity. And now, he was requesting a sorry bouquet.

Where did it go wrong? When did his thoughts start to drift to Lumine’s face and not yours? The pleasant tranquility of peace that you would bring him dulls in comparison to the electric rush that Lumine sparks in his heart, and even as he browses the store's wares, his eyes are drawn to pale yellows and whites, reminiscent of the heroine. Childe knows how to pretend, he’s Fatui after all, so the role of a loving boyfriend who just forgot their anniversary and not fallen out of love is one he can play without a fault, though he knows he’s breaking your heart with every white lie.

As the shop assistant wraps up the bouquet of pink and purple carnations, Childe’s mind drifts to thoughts of sparring with Lumine, when he could spend time with Lumine, memories with Lumine and just Lumine. It seemed like all he could ever think of was her, not even a second spared to you and when his daze is snapped by the complete bouquet, his practiced feigned charming smile sends butterflies into the assistant’s stomach, no wonder you couldn’t let go.

Childe approaches your door with the bouquet hidden behind his back, image of sweetness and not a traitor with his heart elsewhere. When he knocks, you’re at the door immediately and as his amber guilty eyes meet yours, you know. His thoughts must be on Lumine and not you, you could tell, you’ve been in love with him just too long to not know. Even as he thrusts the flowers into your shaking hands, you know that there is no love behind them, his feelings are reserved for another. You know who he pretends you are.

How can you compare to the one chosen by the stars as you stand as shaky as a leaf in Barbato’s wildest winds in front of the man you love? Perhaps the archons give you strength in that moment, gulping back your internal pleas to keep Childe by your side, you interrupt Childe before he gets to sway you with his honeyed tongue. “Childe, thank you for the flowers. Let’s.” You pause, hesitating to yourself as tears fall down into the bouquet.

“Let’s break up. You should see other people.” The tears threaten to choke you, feeling your heart break inside your chest and when you’re met with stunned silence, you gather the strength to slam the door, dropping the flowers to the floor as you begin to sob. It’s over. You’ve parted with Childe, the ghost of his once promised everlasting love and as the tears flow unrelentingly like a river, petals unfurl within your chest. Your once awaited spring with Childe have dug their roots into your lungs, bloodying your throat with agony as you hack up a garden, one Childe had planted inside you.

You’re reminded of him as the flowers of his bouquet begin to wilt, feeling your health begin to fail you. You know that despite finally letting him fade away from your life, you still treasure him beyond words and actions, having treated the flowers with care you know you can no longer give to Childe ( You repeat to yourself : He chose someone else over you. The flowers have no meaning.) What once were the beginnings of the disease, your throat’s flesh tickled by uncomfortable petals have begun to blossom into buds that make you choke in pain when trying to breathe. Sometimes, when it gets bad and your heart aches desperately for Childe’s warmth, your sink ends up rinsing blood and rotting carnations down the drain.

When you visit Bubu pharmacy, Qiqi’s soft mention of your state makes you laugh softly. How could you explain that you broke up with the love of your life? And that you’re now dying, but you did it for him. Because you love him. Baizhu’s sympathetic smile as he hands you a concoction to aid your deteriorating throat tells you that this is not the first time he’s seen this condition. Though you had never wanted to let go of these feelings, you’ve found yourself with courage in many unexpected moments recently. “Is there a cure?”

The man looks down at Qiqi who posed the innocent question that had meanings beyond the mind of a zombie child and answered in a somber tone. “Yes, but it involves cutting off your feelings for the person who made you this way forever. Sometimes, when you love someone very much Qiqi, it’s hard to do that.” Baizhu’s wisdom is like an old oak tree and his words comfort you temporarily as he speaks, though they only strike home as you’re struck by a violent coughing fit of fully fledged flowers, bloodied by the thorns scratching at your throat. As you collapse onto the floor of the pharmacy, supported by Baizhu and Qiqi, reality hits like winter to orchards, barren with the knowledge that you must decide. Your love or your life.

“Your condition is becoming critical… any longer and you will die. Will you take the surgery?” The outburst of petals, blooming as they fall from your bloody lips are a painful reminder that Childe’s moved on without you - he no longer loves you. Painfully ignoring the internal desire to keep your love for him and through blurry tears in your eyes, you accept Baizhu’s offer.

The long wilted bouquet from Childe sits by your bed as you recover from the procedure, their meanings lost to you as you tend to your health with Qiqi, whose forgetfulness only warms your days as your condition improves. “Remember me. I’ll never forget you.” Though somewhere in your heart, a part of you aches when you gaze at the vase of decaying flowers, you discard of them - they no longer hold any memory to you.

After the surgery, brighter days are imminent, smiling like a sunflower as you stroll through Liyue, Qiqi in your hand as you guide her to your appointment at Liuli Pavilion - a celebration for your complete recovery. As you pass by the glaze lilies, you pause to show Qiqi the way they sway and respond to song. With a nostalgic melody of forgotten love and marriage that brings joy, the glaze lilies dance along as you sing. Above the patch of flowers was Northland Bank and the familiar tune captures Childe’s attention, having not seen nor heard from you for weeks now as you recuperated away from his sight. A part of him feels guilt, relief and most of all regret as he hears you radiant compared to the misery he had seen you last. When he calls your name with a faux cheery “How have you been?” you only tilt your head sideways, a motion that he’s long observed to mean utter adorable confusion, and you reply, “Hello there, who are you?”

The anguish that stings Childe is well deserved despite his obliviousness to the fact the surgery had removed not only your feelings for the man but your memory of Childe completely. Perhaps it’s better this way, the two of you now no more than strangers who were once in love.

drinking toji's spit out of a dog bowl isn't gross it's HOT AF

if you are ever willing to elaborate on that I'd happily read it and rb the shit out of it 😌😌

++ 𝐫𝟎𝐬𝐞𝐬𝟒𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭….. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆 🤤🤤🤤🤤

doubling up again bc they go hand in hand methinks. ALSO I do have another fic planned with the collar concept in mind but when I write that is unknown so.. whomp

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, pet play, age gap, calls the reader 'puppy', use of 'puppy cunt', spit, slight nipple play, daddy kink, fingering, squirting, lewd fluid drinking!

words: .5k

Toji isn’t a jealous man, though he is insecure. He’s older than you by a fair amount, though that’s never been an issue for you. It’s part of what drew you to him, in fact. But it’s a sore spot at times when he sees you mingling with men your own age.

He likes to think he fucks too perfectly for you to want to leave him.

But he likes to remind you who you belong to.

You remember when he first got you the collar. He rarely lets you take it off. Only when have to go somewhere you need to dress in formal attire. He hates it when you wear it and still try to cover it up with a scarf or a turtleneck.

The point of the collar is to that everyone knows who you belong to.

You remember your blood turning to ice in your veins when he dropped a pretty pink dog bowl at your feet with a malicious smirk on his face. You yelped as he connected a leash to your collar and yanked you down to your knees.

He had you on all fours like a dog, cock hardening as you looked up at him looking oh so frightened. You couldn’t forget who owns you, not after this.

Your eyes widened in horror as he spat down into the bowl again and again and again.

“Go on, lick it up.” he demanded. The longer you took to obey, the more fury began to build behind his stare. He softened again as you began to lick at his spit, slurping it up and doing all you could to make sure you cleaned the plastic bowl. “Good puppy,” he chuckled, spitting more and more.

He didn’t care where it landed, not really. You looked just as pretty with his spit bubbling on your face as you did licking it like a desperate slut from a bowl.

Truthfully, he was surprised that you had obeyed so quickly. Maybe he was feeling insecure for no reason at all. But that couldn’t be, could it? He couldn’t be imagining a feeling that needn’t be there.

Nevertheless, he saw it fit to reward you for your obedience.

You couldn’t deny how your cunt clenched and squelched so wonderfully as he fingered you vigorously. You hummed and cooed so gorgeously for him as he toyed with your sensitive nipples and curled the heavy pads of his fingers against your sweet spot.

“You like it when daddy stuffs this puppy cunt, yeah?” he smiled, kissing softly against your cheek as he continued working your insides. “Y’look so pretty all fucked out f’me, sweetheart. Cum for me, puppy, make a mess for your daddy.”

You orgasmed boisterously, a jet of liquid spurting out of you. It coated your inner thighs and his fingers, droplets splashed onto the tile floor of the kitchen. Though Toji’s smile only grew as he achieved his aim of making the majority of your release fill the bowl.

He forced you back down onto your hands and knees, your hair tightly laced through his fingers as he forced your face entirely into the bowl.

“Messy little pup,” he cooed, “You know what to do. And remember, pretty puppies don't use their hands.”

You began to drink and slurp the clear, pooling liquid, cunt tightening at the sound of your masters satisfied hum.

He’s confident, now.

He owns you, completely.

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p.s. thank u @chososdoll for letting me use ur dream as inspo :3

boobs in my mouf

tartaria pls comw back to gnsn (sobbing uncontrollably)

CAN U PLS PLS PLS DO MORE OF GYNECOLOGIST!SUNA

i've been meaning to elaborate on it but i had zero motivation so thank you for showing interest, darling. now let us thirst for this gorgeous man.

it's strange how you've been having weekly visits with gynecologist!suna ever since your first check up, despite your nether region feeling completely normal. what you don't know is that he has altered your charts that day, just to keep you coming back; yet you — being the naive person that you are, never batted an eye.

the fourth week consisted of another vaginal inspection but he decided to kick it up a notch by omitting the surgical gloves. when asked about it, he casually explained that your pussy is too tender for any rough texture, hence the bare hands fiddling with your folds, spreading it open. didn't matter whether or not that made sense, you trusted his judgement considering he's spent years at medical school and you know practically nothing.

if you think that'll be your last visit in a while — you are terribly wrong because that is when the manipulation truly begins escalating.

no longer are his words strictly 'medical', now getting more and more personal, leaving you shocked wondering when the check ups have taken such a sharp turn.

"you're too delicate to be handled on your own, sweetheart. you need someone to take care of you. and i mean really take care of you. who better to do that than a doctor, hm?"

suna gave you a mind-blowing orgasm that day by eating you out like a cave man, sloppily flicking his tongue over your swollen clit and your drooling hole. he’s vigorous with his pace, never once slowing down until your legs were shaking from overstimulation.

thinking about that incident makes your panties drenched before you've even stepped foot into the clinic for the fifth visit. and when he actually sees the effect he has on you? there's no turning back.

cupping your wet cunt, his sneering lips hover over your ear, blowing out a whisper, "look at you, putty in my hands. what would you do without me, dumb slut?

you can't satisfy yourself without my help. you can try with your useless fingers, vibrators or pathetic men that will care more about their own pleasure than yours – but nothing will ever compare to my fingers or my dick."

and though you hate to admit it, it is true. you haven't been able to cum by yourself ever since the first visit.

"this pussy is made for breeding. it is made to take my cock. do you feel how hard i am?” suna growls as he starts humping your thigh, ignoring your desperate mewls, “ take responsibility, baby."

once he fucks you raw on the cold inspection table, spearing you on his long, veiny cock, you could do nothing but go cross-eyed from his powerful thrusts. your brain dumbing down from the pleasure, no longer aware of your surroundings or the stuttering of his hips when he's coming to a close.

trailing his large palm over your belly, he chants like a pledge, "i'll fuck a baby into you so you know who you belong to."

and not until the very last second did you register his words, eyes widening in horror, but within a flash, he's shot his load into your cunt, filling your womb with thick, white cum just like he promised.

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