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どく | poison | yoichi nagumo (Sakamoto Days)  by btsxcrackheads
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"Some poisons don't kill instantly. Some take years-slow, torturous, irreversible." For five years, Yoichi Nagumo has been poisoned. Not by a drug. Not by a weapon. By her. Rika Sakamoto. The one girl who has never entertained his flirting, never fallen for his charm, never looked at him the way he looks at her. She's an enigma, a soldier bred for war, and the only person who makes him lose his goddamn mind. But Nagumo doesn't lose. He plays the long game, and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty. One date. That's all he asks. One shot. And if Rika thinks she can keep ignoring him, she's got another thing coming. #1 nagumo Date started: March 11 , 2025
Summertime Russian Poetry: Naoya Zenin x Reader by BBB3232_
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You're basically forced to marry Naoya Zen'in... Warning: Please know this isn't a happy story! Non consensual elements.
Lemon Yamabuki X Reader Bf Scenario/oneshots  by Imnotsaiki
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HE IS SO UNDERRATED I LOVE HIM
ℳℯ𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇 𝒪𝒻 ℳ𝒾𝓃ℯ | Hermes x Fem!Reader by grayyxj
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Y/N had always believed in the Gods. Who doesn't, right? Until one night, she came across one herself..
Clair de Lune - [ epic fanfic ] by alyx-is-on-haitus
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"We're not friends," you snap, narrowing your eyes into a glare sharp enough to pierce stone. "And stop calling me that." He tilts his head, his curls catching the faint, flickering light of the soul-lamps nearby. "Calling you what, darling?" he asks, his voice smooth and lilting, every syllable soaked in feigned innocence. Your teeth clench so hard it's a wonder they don't crack. Heat rises in your chest, crawling up your neck like an itch you can't quite scratch. His smirk only deepens, clearly reveling in your irritation, and you have to fight the urge to hurl the pair of gardening shears in your hand at his insufferably perfect face." --- Or, you are the immortal servant to Hades and Persephone, and Hermes cannot help himself but to get under your skin.