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SOSOSOSSOOO IVE BEEM OBSESSING OVER CYBERPUNK 2077 AND CYBERPUNK EDGERUNNERS! As one does. And I had an idea for a honkai star rail x cyberpunk crossover
Reader would obviously have chrome. Say a sandevistan cause those are cool and maybe a net runner port. (This is based off a fic I'm working on) and they go through the story of honkai star rail as normal.
BUT BUT BUT! Reader meets boothill and they bond over the fact that they've both got skin and metal make up. And boothill finds comfort in reader.
Reader would also teach boothill the lingo they grew up with so he can have like curse words that don't get blocked by his censor.
And boothill would get like a thing installed where he can call and message reader the way reader messages others (in their head) so they just have conversations without phones
Boothill: *Looking around the area for his hat that he lost.* Hey has anyone seen my hat?
Y/n: *Walks up to Boothill, wearing his hat* Look! I'm Boothill! Howdy howdy howdy. Fudger!
Boothill: *Laughing sarcastically* Very funny. C'mere!
Y/n: *Laughing as Boothill chases them, trying to get back his hat.*
á° VIP ROOM !

â¶ đČÖŒ ê© đ the penacony grand theater cordially invites you to V.I.P. room 2 this friday evening for a musical!
CW; fem! reader x penacony men (separated), vaginal penetration, fingering, slight degradation & voyeurism, vibrator, bondage, âdaddyâ (only for gallagher)

đ AVENTURINE
your gasps ring in his ears as he slides one of your leg onto his lap, spreading you apart effortlessly. his grip on your thigh is tight and steady, clearly having no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
snuggled next to him on the sofa, you feel his arm draped around you, holding both your wrists together, and smirking when you squirm to reach for your dress.
your eyes dart to his face, observing his furrowed brows and the angry smirk as he stares back into your eyes, clear jealousy written in those colourful irises. he leans in close, lips just inches apart from yours, and you feel his breathing turn erratic as his eyes darken, "you love teasing me, don't you?"
"I was just saying hi to an old friend..."
"did you not see the way he looked at you?"
your head shakes cautiously, nails digging softly into your own skin, "m' sorry." aventurine pecks you on your lips, the glossy lipstick staining his own in the process.
another whimper sounds as his gloved fingers slide under your thighs, the soft pads of his black gloves resting snugly against your clothed, pulsing nub. his smirk reappears when the wetness soaks through your panties and onto his gloves, soft squelching sounds reverberate in the VIP room.
your head falls against his shoulder, wrists still bound by his hand, legs spread and trembling on his lap. your boyfriend teases at your earlobes, nipping at the tender skin, sending shivers down your spine with each bite.
his deft fingers slides under your panties, and you hear him chuckle into your ear at how drenched you are for him, making it so easy for his two fingers to slip right into your warm hole.
"who do you belong to, hmm?"
he releases your wrists, the now free hand reaching up to your throat, pulling you closer to his face again.
"âyou."
"good girl."
the air gets knocked out of your chest as he pushes you onto the sofa, his fingers still pumping and curling in your pussy harshly, his pace only increasing with each cry of his name you let out.
an embarrassing squelch sounds as he removes them, and you whine at the empty feeling inside you, the ring of muscle clenching at nothing as your hands reach for his nape.
"pleaseâ need you so bad..." a satisfied hum leaves him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, pushing his fingers in again without warning at the same time. your legs tense, and your toes curl, a loud moan escaping you, only to get muffled by him stuffing your dress into your mouth.
"all of this," his lips latch onto your neck as they suckle on the sensitive spots, "is for me," littering them with beautiful hickeys that he'll admire later on, "and me only." the musical on stage turning into background noise.
đ BOOTHILL
boothill grunts into your dripping pussy as your fingers pull on the roots of his hair, tugging both away and towards your core, uncertain if you want more or to escape this torment.
"stay still, sweetheart."
a soft "can'tâ" escapes you, making him cock an eyebrow, his mouth never stopping, licking and sucking at your puffy clit. the silent command from his eyes has you tensing your thighs as his grip tightens, and you're sure his metal fingers will leave marks there tomorrow.
moans of his name fill the room as he frees on hand to slide under your dress and up to your chest, the cool metal wrapping around your boob comfortably. your body shrinks as he plays with the soft bundle of nerves, thumb and pointer finger pinching at your nipple occasionally, making your pussy clench.
his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment his tongue dips into your warm core, your juices and gummy walls sending his engine into overdrive. you swear if he were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke coming out of his back right now.
"pretty girl tastes so (fucking) good." hums when your legs clench around his head, "all this, just for me."
your eyes water as you come undone on his tongue. the sound of fans whirring before you drags you back to reality as he stands, flipping you around so that you're kneeling on the sofa with your hands on the backrest.
whines leave you as he flips your dress up and tears your panties easily. the familiar feeling of cool metal dick has you lying limp on the backrest, your hips involuntarily grinding back against him.
"eager, aren't we?"
muffled whimpers sound from you as you bury your face into the cushions, knowing that you'll be making extremely embarrassing sounds the moment he enters you.
a loud groan escapes boothill as he slides into you, the cool, hard metal of his dick a clear contrast to your soft, warm, and inviting walls, wrapping around him like a vice.
his hand slips around your mouth to cover up your obscene sounds as he pounds into you, unable to contain his hunger any longer. you're now locked in a position that allows him to manhandle and control you easily, body fully limp and putty in his arms, just the way he likes.
đ DR. RATIO
a small smile adorns your lips as you stare straight ahead, looking out at the balcony and onto the stage where the musical is happening, clearly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who's burning holes through your head.
your hand inches up his thigh, nails scraping slightly with each movement, your own legs clench whenever you feel his muscles tense beneath the pads of your fingers.
an audible sigh could be heard from him when you palm him through his pants, a clear bulge forming under your hand, making your smile bigger. "someone's excited."
"shut up."
you giggle softly as your fingers wrap around the bulge, while your pointer finger draws slow circles on his clothed tip, a dark spot forming slowly on his pants from his arousal.
you yelp suddenly when you feel yourself stand and be placed into a forceful position. your elbows scrape on the table beneath you as you trying your best to stand steady on your legs all the while looking over your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face.
"what? can't take it already?"
ratio's eyes narrow at your comment before pushing down on the small of your back, making your body press harder onto the cold table surface.
something changes in the air when he huffs a laugh, his hands now gripping at your hips, holding you in place as he starts dry humping against you. he leans down, caging you beneath him as he slides one knee between your legs, and you know, you're in danger.
you squirm in his hold, hips inching forward, digging into the edge of the table, trying your best to run away, your fight or flight kicking in, knowing he isn't going to go easy on you for teasing him.
he pulls you back harshly, so hard you stumble back into his chest. "where do you think you're going?" this wipes the smirk off your face.
you shudder when he kisses down your nape to your shoulder blades, and all you could do was hold your breath, praying that he's not going to be too rough on you as punishment.
you could feel the smugness from the man behind you as he pulls himself out and slides into your panties, coating himself with your wetness, the tip sliding against your clit with each thrust.
now you're the one biting back moans, hands reaching backward to claw at his wrists, an indication that you want him to fuck you. ratio chuckles at your feeble attempt to command him, and he leans down again, this time nearer to your ear, never stopping his movements, sliding against your folds harshly.
"this is for fucking with me when you know you can't handle my teasing."
đ GALLAGHER
as the curtains shut behind the two of you, you trip down the steps, pulling gallagher by his tie. your heels coming off with each step towards the display shelf at the side of the VIP room.
your grip on him strong, like a leash, leading the man before you to collide against your soft body as you lean on the shelf. one strap of your dress slips down your shoulder, a testament to your impatience to feel him against you.
gallagher's hands land on either side of your head, trapping you between the shelf and his body. the sheer size of this man completely envelops you, providing cover if anyone were to look for you behind him.
a giggle escapes you as he kisses your jaw and down to your collarbone. "couldn't wait till we got home?"
your head shakes as you bit your lower lip softly, head tilting upwards, silently inviting him to kiss you. he ignores your request, choosing instead to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, eventually resting on your waist and hip.
you whine when he doesn't kiss you where you want him too, "just wanna feel you, daddy. please?" his smug smile widens at your plea before he pulls your lower body against his own, his bulge resting comfortably on your lower stomach.
"keep it down, okay? they're still out there."
you nod, and a soft " good girl" from him weakens your knees as you relax against his hold, allowing his hands to bunch your dress upwards, freeing himself from his restraints.
your gasps are swallowed by his hot mouth against yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. your toes dig into the carpeted floor beneath you at the stretch. everything feels heightened knowing that the attendants outside the room could intrude any second and see this filthy scene adds to the pleasure.
gallagher pulls back, panting softly as he angles himself to your g-spot, only to kiss you harshly again, muffling your moans with his tongue. the mind-numbing sensations has you cumming around him almost instantly. you fall limp against him, but he doesn't give you a chance to rest, before propping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding into you roughly, chasing his own high this time.
"filthy little girl, moaning my name like that. you want them to catch us, don't you?"
đ SUNDAY
a clear look of fear appears in your eyes as your back hits the wall next to the balcony, knowing you have nowhere else to run from the man standing before you.
sunday smiles as he approaches you, his hands reaching for the rope that controls the curtains' movements. "what're you planning to do with that?" the shakiness in your voice betrays you as you try to feign confidence, tilting your chin up slightly as your last resort to prove that you're not scared.
with a flourish, sunday twirls the golden rope in his gloved hands before yanking on it sharply, swiftly closing the balcony curtain. the dimly lit room takes on a more intimate aura as he reaches for your wrists, brushing his lips against them softly like a gentleman, although his eyes betray a predatory gleam that sends your knees weak.
"tug on it, and the whole grand theater will see you."
confusion flickers across your face at his warning, until you feel the bind of your wrists by the very rope he held.
drawing you closer by your waist, sunday twirls you around to face the deep red curtains as he slips his hand under your dress, inserting something cool into your heated core. a soft buzz sounds between your legs, causing you to instinctively lurch forward.
"sundayâ!"
he silences your protest with a soft shush, his hands teasing your chest and clit while his hot mouth leaves hickeys on your neck. your arms remained raised slightly, fighting the urge to tug on the rope, knowing the consequences if the curtains do part.
soft cries leave your trembling lips as he increases the speed with a click of the remote in his pocket. leaning back against him, your body surrender fully, giving him full access to your body.

Grips HeadâŠBoothill pussy eaterâŠ.ooohhh he definitely fingerâs you while he licks and nibbles against your clit to really get some noises out of you
mdni suggestive content ahead :p
grips YOU. i am pushing the BOOTHILL PUSSY FIEND agenda.
all of his true and real sensory remains on his face, on his head. thatâs why heâs constantly seeking out your sweet pussy, burying his face in between your thighs and drinking your sweet nectar like heâs on the brink of dying of dehydration. bonus points for when your hands tangle in his hair, pulling and tugging and dragging sweet groans from deep within him.
and heâll go at it for hours if youâd let him. any position, any time of day. heâll eat you out while youâre on the counter, bent over a table, or while youâre sitting on his faceâhe doesnât need to breathe. he wants you to suffocate him.
he definitely favors it while youâre on your back, though. he can look up and see how your face scrunches up in pleasure, sweet moans and mewls falling from your lips like a melodious song. it also gives you easiest access to tug at his hair, something he absolutely adores and dare i say .. even gets off on
// taking care of your dogboy (hsr edition!) //

i. note â sry i havent been posting yall i got a job + ive been working on three cosplays at the same time bc my local con is coming up lmao (ÂŽàœ`ă â ) however the brainrot never stops. it only takes a break. a little break of approximatively. a month. ish. ......... anyways dog hybrid hsr boys brainrot !!! lmk if we want more of this with more boys âąáŽâą hehe ii. includes â blade, gepard, boothill and gn!reader iii. cw â slice of life stuff turning into smut, possessive behaviour, overstim, slight dom/sub dynamics, real messy stuff, manhandling. use of the word "hole" to keep reader gender neutral iv. wc â 1,9k

blade is a mutt riddled in scars and dirty bandages from living on the streets and fighting to survive.
you think he might be some german shepherd mix, but he refuses to let you swab his teeth n gums for a dna test (last time you tried you narrowly avoided a punch to the face. he apologized in his own way afterwards), so whenever people ask, just say heâs a rescue to avoid revealing that you actually just⊠donât really know what breed he is. they usually drop the subject and simply go on their merry way, seeing as he wasnât the type of pup to appreciate affection from strangers anywaysâ itâs rare for you to leave the house in the first place, though.
you had to switch to a remote job because blade is just so persistent when it comes to you. although possessive is a much better descriptor, because he doesnât let anyone near you. whenever you leave to get groceries he ends up practically breathing down your neck from how close he getsâ acting as if he were your literal shadowâ glaring at everyone that gets too close to you. youâve made it a habit to always go to self-checkout lane so blade doesnât scare off the cashiers.
the second you get home heâs all over you, determined to rid you of that outside stench and replace it with his own. you started packing your grocery bags in a way that nothing will break if (read: when) you suddenly drop them on the floor, all because youâre so familiar with bladeâs impatience.
he holds you still by engulfing your body with his, knees caging your hips as he grinds into you, shallow and deep. bladeâs growls and huffs fill your ears just as much as his cock fills your hole, his knot kissing your tightness from the outside.
âdo you like this? like how i have to fuck you every time you decide to go outside again when you could stay here,â with me blade omits, his tail swishing back and forth on the bedsheets behind him, the sound just barely grounding you to reality.
your grocery bags were long forgotten on the foor (as they usually are), your mind too foggy to function. clawing at the sheets, you try to crawl away from bladeâs gripâ to no avail.
he tuts, craning his head to bite down onto the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. âi might just need to mark you for extra precaution,â he bucks into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. you hear squelching, the constant plap! plap! plap! from his thighs smacking against your ass and whine, broken babbles leaving your kiss-bruised lips.
âb-blade, yâcanât- ah,â he shushes you by plugging you full of his lengthy cock, his knot almost threatening to press inside of you. you whimper, feeling lightheaded from a mix of both nervousness and arousal.
he soothes the hickey he left on your neck, licking it languidly as he stills to bask into the way your hole throbs around him. warm and tight and oh so tempting.
âshit, wanna fill you. wanna⊠have everyone know they canât have you. youâre mine, mine to love ân mine to fuck,â youâre not lucid enough to process his thinly veiled confession, too busy writhing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to get him to continue moving.
you might want to invest into some good concealer or into those skin coloured tattoo patches to cover the bruises and bite marks bladeâll leave on you if you want to continue being a functioning member of society. you canât really be walking around in public as if a dog had just mauled you right before you left the house, can you?

gepard is a golden retriever because of COURSE he is. similarly to blade, he likes to invade your personal space a lotâ not because heâs possessive, but because heâs extremely protective of you.
the random bruises you used to randomly notice on your body faded as soon as he came into your life. gepardâs soft, lingering touches healed them; gently placing a hand on your hip before you bump into sharp furniture so it doesnât hit you, redirecting your head to his shoulder as you nod-off in the train before you bang your head, and so on.
itâs a full-time job and heâs working 24/7, always on the lookout for anything that could possibly hurt you as you saunter off⊠wherever, without a care in the worldâ because he took care of everything!
he would clean the apartment for you, cook (though you usually insist you do the cooking; a human doesnât have the same taste in food as a hybrid), and even act as your own personal alarm clock. gone were the days of being woken up by loud, blaring beeping. gepard woke you up with forehead kisses instead, making your mornings much more pleasant.
but poor geppie, heâs always taking care of you; so take care of him, wonât you?
every so often youâll sit in his lap to help him get rid of whatever stress he held in his body. your hands will knead at the muscles in his broad shoulders, all while you simultaneously kiss away the strain in his face. his brows are furrowed as you do your best to soothe his muscles; you never forget to smooch his cheek, nose and the corner of his lips.
though the attention and gentle acts of affection always ends with your hands lower than they should be.
âah ah, no touching, remember?â you murmur in his ear playfully. you had been at it for what felt like hours; gepardâs cock and abdomen was smeared with the remnants of his cum, skin tacky from his previous loads. your hand shows no sign of stopping, not even when he begged oh so sweetly.
âc-come onn. just⊠jusâ wanna kissâŠâ and who were you to deny your sweet boy? your lips find his in a heartbeat, his tongue swiping over your own sloppily as he breathes you in like a depraved man.
the only condition you had when you did this was for him to keep his hands to himselfâ at least until you both decide to move on to something else. until then, his fists clench the sheets beneath the both of you, and his ears stay flat on his fluffy head.
âiâm⊠iâm close again, g- aah, please, pleaseâŠ!â he begs, cock weeping precum as you continuously jerk him off. you smile, absentmindedly rocking your hips to the rhythm you held him prisoner toâ gepard was too engulfed in the warmth of your hand to notice, anyways. âcum whenever you want sweet boy,â you purr, and he keens as he buries his face in your neck, his hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly as they meet your hand and he thrusts, riding the high of his orgasm.
sticky cum coats your hand for the nth time; you relent your grip on his cock for his sake, instead choosing to shower him with chaste kisses all over his face. gepard whines, taking ahold of your waist weakly as he breathes into the crook of your neck.
âgeppie, your han-â he cuts you off, swiftly switching positions so youâre now laying on your back as he hovers over you, chest rising and falling quickly, catching his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. gepardâs tail wags slowly behind him as his hands creep up from your waist to your chest just as slowly- you feel his cock harden against your pelvis, precum spilling from his pinky tip.
ââts my turn now,â he huffs, leaning down to nip at your neck.

boothill is the most obnoxious dalmatian hybrid youâve ever seen (not that youâve seen many, or at all). but heâs made your life so fun so you canât be too mad at him
heâs always dragging you out of bed to go do somethingâ could be going to the park nearby or sit in the living room playing video games on your dusty console, it doesnât matter because heâll MAKE you step out of your cozy nest!!
youâre glad heâs friendly, because youâre not sure how you would handle such an excited hybrid when you left the house. people come up to the both of you to chat and he indulges their questions, essentially leading the conversation (while you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say).
boothill is also great with kids, unexpectedly. 9 times out of 10 when you go to the park he ends up playing with someoneâs child, bright smile on his face as he messes up their hair with a rough hand. theyâll throw a frisbee for him to go catch and heâll do it happily, or heâll even⊠teach them how to beat people up.
(you stare mortified as he teaches a little girl how to throw a proper punch only for her to then punch her parent when she leaves boothillâs side. you go up to them and apologize profusely, forcing boothill to bow with you.)
he also loves to help you out, even though heâs not the greatest at household choresâ but he definitely tries! though he is a stellar cook, which never fails to surprise you whenever heâs on dinner duty. he just⊠really sucks at everything else.
itâs⊠mostly because he just has so much energy. he sweeps the floor? nope, heâs picking off the pieces of the broom off of the floor because he accidentally broke it. heâs fixing your bed? nuh uh, youâre throwing out the ruined bedsheets because he accidentally tore them to shreds somehow.
so, with all of these accidents happening because heâs just brimming with energy 24/7, you started purposely exhausting him. or, rather, gave him the green light to exhaust you until he tires himself out.
âbooth-aah, w-wait, youâre being tooâŠ!â you fall over on top of his hard chest, keening at the new angle his cock reached inside of you. he repeated his assault on the spot that made you see stars as your jaw gaped, broken moans leaving your lips.
âdonât tell me yâre tapping out.. haa, already!â boothill grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. he throws his head back with a loud moan, abs tensing as he nears yet another climaxâ the 5th one of the night. maybe, maybe not. you lost count after the third one.
you bury your face into the crook of his neck, focusing on the feeling of his cock plugging you full instead of the soreness, the burn in your muscles that came from your knees holding you up on his lap.
watching you riding him will always be his favourite thing in the world, even if he always ends up fucking up into you and taking back control at the end of the night.
âgonna cu-uumâŠâ you whine, clenching around his length almost painfully tightly, hearing his breathing hitch as an orgasm is forcefully pulled from him in consequence to yours. boothillâs fingers dig into your ass, his hips lifting off the bed as he cums deep inside of your sloppy hole again, sticky fluid building up beneath the sheets.
you collapse on top of him fully, chest heaving against his own as you come back to your senses, slowly but surely. boothillâs ears perk up, hearing how your breathing had evening out.
âso⊠got another round in ya?â

Heyy! May i request gallagher, sunday and boothill with a reader who is like furina?
(hiding her problems and fears while acting happy and quirky)
~đ
I absolutely love this idea, especially because it's about Furina, who I also love, hehe!! I also made this into a teen reader, which I hope you don't mind, anon!! I'm just craving some platonic stuff lately. So thank you for this request, Anon, and I hope you like my post!!<33
Content: Platonic relationships, teen reader, angst, hurt/comfort, manipulation/brainwashing for Sundays part, father figures hsr men, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!!
((Not proofread))

ăGALLAGHER


Gallagher saw through your facade with ease yet didn't dare push you to reveal your true self to him for a multitude of reasons. He mainly, however, didn't want to overwhelm you, figuring that you hiding your true self was just a coping mechanism for a darker past you were desperately trying to keep away.
And so he let you prance around the bar in your fake grandiose personality, whilst he kept his eyes on you at all times just in case. He knew you'd break eventually, and not because he necessarily wanted that to happen. He just knew that a young kid like you couldn't hold out forever.
Whether you do finally let the facade drop one day or not is up to you in the end, however. He makes it clear indirectly that he's there for you no matter what. And even if you never reveal your darkest fears to him, he'll always watch over you anyway as well.

ăSUNDAY


Sunday also immideatly notices that your rather loud and proud personality was all a facade to hide a dark past even he had yet to discover. And unfortunately for you, he doesn't shy away from confronting you for your own good. Some may say that it was a little harsh or maybe even reckless, but Sunday always believed to know better.
This most likely leads to you having to drop your mask and tell him the reasoning behind your fake smiles and quirky behaviors. Whether through your own will or his own is up to you to decide, although he also sees no shame in either. If it helps you, then he'll stop at nothing to make you feel better.
You can get angry at him, you can cry to him, you can also bury your face into his shoulder and let yourself get comforted by his sweet, soothing voice as well. He doesn't mind it. Even if some of it is influenced by his tuning ability. But you can't blame him for using his power on you, right? You understand that it is for your own good, yes? He just wants to help you.

ăBOOTHILL


It takes a bit for Boothill to realise that your personality is fake, mainly because he sometimes finds himself doing the same thing at times. He only notices that something is amiss when you suddenly burst into tears, overwhelmed by your hidden emotions at last. And it all suddenly clicks in his head, that he couldn't help but knock on it in self-disappointment.
He's not good with emotions, but he likes to think that he was once good with kids. He'll pull an arm around you, pat your head, tell you that it's all good and to just let it alllll out to your old man Boothill. He doesn't mind your tears staining his steel, an old memory of him soothing a young toddler coming to mind when he allowed you to cry into him.
He knows that as galaxy rangers, you should be independent from him, fully able to be on your own and deal with your emotions as they come. But he finds himself simply making you promise to be yourself from then on as you continue on your journey together. He may be breaking some rules... but it's all good in his book, If you're happy with it, too.

Alrightttt... I hope this was okay Anon!! And thank you again for the request, I loved it!!<33
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... aka something super self indulgent because i'm going insane right now
àŒ*Â·Ë featuring â» the hsr men
àŒ*Â·Ë gia's notes â» this is probably gonna get posted way after exam season is over but here it is!!! my coping mechanism!!! i have 3 exams in 8 days im gonna explode bro. and before that i had a THREE HOUR STATISTICS EXAM đđ

ᯠᥣđ© MAKES SURE THAT YOU SLEEP COMFORTABLY.
you've been running yourself into the ground recently with revision- yes, it's important and you need to study to get good grades, as he is more than aware of due to your multiple stressed rants to him when he suggests that you take a break.
it doesn't bother him, not really. he knows that you're beyond stressed right now and don't mean to be so snappy. he just wants to make sure that you're still taking care of yourself despite everything.
he's in your dorm room, not really making much noise, scrolling through reals with his phone on mute, just present to keep an eye on you and get you to take a break whenever it's been a little too long since you've moved from your desk.
it's some time where it's debatable whether it's very late or very early- both of your sleep schedules are fucked- and there comes a little thunk from your desk that interrupts the otherwise silent room.
your boyfriend glances up, smiling in triumph as he sees that you've finally succumbed to the nap that he's been trying to convince you to take for the past... 36 hours? something like that.
and now that your body has finally given in to exhaustion, he springs to action.
you'd been studying for days, you'd done more than enough for your upcoming exam, and a solid few hours of uninterrupted sleep is exactly what you need right now.
he slips off of your bed, his movements quiet and calculated as he sidles up next to you. your glasses are smushed against your face, and he gingerly removes them as gracefully as he can. you stir a little as he does so, and he grimaces, waiting for you to settle again.
it looked like you would wake up if he carried you to your bed- looks like he'll have to improvise.
he snags the fuzzy blanket folded neatly at the foot of your bed, wrapping it around your sleeping form still sat at your desk as best as he can. he then takes one of your smaller pillows, coaxing it between you and the solid wood of your desk as best as he can before admiring his handiwork.
hopefully, you wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.
and finally, as a cherry on top, he places a kiss to your squished cheek and sits back down to let you take a well-deserved nap.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â BLADE, gallagher, BOOTHILL ++ your faves!
ᯠᥣđ© IS YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHILE YOU'RE STRESSING.
you don't have to lift a single finger when he's around. luckily for you, his exams finished a lot earlier this term than yours did, leaving him ample time to help you as much as he is capable of.
and what an attentive boyfriend he is! amidst all the stress, you can't help but swoon for him all over again because of how attentive he's being towards you. he just wants you to help you study and not worry about anything else!
if you're hungry, he'll have a plate of food ready for you before the request has even left your mouth. your back or neck is aching due to being hunched over? his strong hands are rubbing circles into the muscle, making you sigh contentedly as the stiffness melts away.
he's honestly like an angel in your time of need.
you feel guilty about how one-sided this all is, but he merely smiles, giving you a quick kiss and assuring you that he understands and just wants you to do well. you almost cried because of how sweet he was being.
once these exams are over, you're definitely going to make it up to him.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â GEPARD, jing yuan, sunday ++ your faves!
ᯠᥣđ© ACTS AS YOUR TEMPORARY STUDY PARTNER.
despite not doing your degree, he's clever, and he knows enough without googling to help you out when you revise.
he's an advocate for the "teach someone about a subject until they understand it as well as you do" and luckily for you, he's all ears... and even if he does get some things a little quicker than your fried brain can explain, he still bites his tongue and plays a little dumb to probe you further with questions to test your understanding.
it'll help in the exam.
you've decided that this is way better than being cramped in a booth in the library- you have the freedom to wave your arms around and pace the room, to fully illustrate your thoughts and knowledge as he flips through the colourful flashcards that you made, reading the answers on the back of each of them, grilling you on the questions like a tiger mum.
he'll be damned if you don't get an A.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â dan heng, DR RATIO, welt ++ your faves!
ᯠᥣđ© DEFUSES YOU WHENEVER YOU'RE GETTING TOO STRESSED.
in the days leading up to your exams, it was best to describe your stomach as a pit of nerves. it was honestly distracting you from revising, all the pent up anxiety that churned within you until you were on the verge of a meltdown.
and while you may be too stressed to realise all of this and do something about it, your boyfriend's watchful eye realises this.
and so he does what he does best- he makes you feel better.
he pulls your body to rest against his where he lies in your bed, his large hand drawing comforting circles up and down your spine- and after a few minutes he can feel you melt into him, your body finally releasing the pent up stress that it's been holding for too long.
"it's ok to take a break, honey."
you sigh into him, and he hugs you tighter.
"c'mon, let's go outside for a few minutes. it'll help you feel a lot better."
you shake your head.
"you wanna just stay here for a bit?"
he feels you nod against his chest.
"ok, then let's do that."
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â SAMPO, luocha, AVENTURINE ++ your faves!

IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?
the sweet and caring nature of the hsr men is also shown through them being your roommate <3
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first meetings are always the spark to a flame.
ᯠđđĄđđ«đđđđđ«đŹ .á argenti, sunday, boothill, blade, aventurine + jing yuan x fem!reader (separate), feat. march, dan heng, himeko, kafka, madam yukong.
ᯠđđ° .á alcohol consumption, mentions of blood/violence, SFW, boy did i have some fun with sunday's one, blade's one is ass but moving on, this took me way too long to write, 6.3k words đ, idk if this has been done before (probably), rbs are appreciated!! <3

ᯠARGENTI .á
đđ đđđ. Never in your life had you been so flustered over a mere complimentâbut, really, no one could blame you. Having such a man of unparalleled beauty himself flatter you with flowery words and praises? Not only that, but with the most sincere, earnest expression on his face while he said such things? Falling in love had never been so easy.
âThis rose, one possessing such quiet, enrapturing beauty itself, falls pathetically short in comparison to you, my lady,â the knight had remarked silkily, all while presenting said âpatheticâ rose to you confidently. He was stooped into a gentlemanly bow, one of his gauntleted hands placed over his armoured chest, those sparkling green eyes of his intense and filled with true candour. âIt is like starlight follows your every step, so dazzling and captivatingâa sight no person in their right mind would be able to banish from their thoughts.â
âIâŠâ You hadnât the slightest clue what to say. To be bombarded with such ornate compliments (on a normal day, youâd consider them painfully cheesy) and gazed at with two earnest jade eyesâwell. It left you utterly speechless. With only a trembling hand responding to him and reaching out to accept the flower, you flicked a frantic glance in Himeko's direction. But she looked on in great amusement, hiding her giggles behind an elegant hand. This knight should be showering her with compliments here! Himekoâs the gorgeous one! Awkward, baffled silence from your fellow Express members suffocated the atmosphere. Your cheeks were burning. âMy goodness, IâŠIâve never received such high praise from someone as handsome as yourself before.â Or anyone, for that matter.Â
âYou have not?â Once you had taken the rose, the knight of beauty, named Argenti, straightened and peered down at you with such a genuinely astonished stare, as if the concept of no one ever having complimented you was completely foreign and bizarre to him. âI do believe that is the most outlandish thing Iâve heard for a very long time. Such a lovely young woman such as yourself, one who I quake at even having the honour of being in the presence of, has never received her due praise? What has this universe come to?â
âI, uh, have no idea.â You twirled the rose gently in your fingers, noting its thornless stem. It smelled very nice, and it was evident the man before you took great care of his (seemingly endless) supply of flowers. âBut, thank you very much, Sir Argenti. you have made my day.â
In fact, you wanted to cry from embarrassment and joy at the knightâs abrupt onslaught of lauds for you. You didnât think yourself worthy.Â
And then he did something most unexpected. He took your hand in his large, gauntleted one ever so gently, as if it were a soft, fragile petal of a rose, and placed a gentlemanly kiss to the top of it. You could hear March gasp in shock, and the sound of a phone camera going off. Oh, theyâre going to tease me about this for a long, long time. Argenti parted his lips from the top of your hand, but he did not straighten, remaining hovered over it while gazing up at you with two intense green eyes. âTruly, I tell you, it makes my heart soar to know I have, butâwill you grant me the honour of keeping me company during my stay?â
âIâIâm sorry?â
Argenti finally stood straight again, but he brought your hand up higher so he could place another peck to the top of it, if need be. âI shall, regrettably, remain aboard this extraordinary train only temporarily. However, if you were to allow me the privilege to befriend you throughout my brief visit here, I would be utterly overjoyed.â
Tongue-tied, you sneaked a glance in Marchâs direction, and she caught your eye, immediately flailing around and frantically gesturing for you to say yes. Dan Heng stood at her side, his usually aloof, blank expression now showing a rare expression of bewilderment at Argentiâs antics and flowery words toward you, and he nodded along with March.Â
Pressing your lips together anxiously, you finally managed a nod. âSir Argenti, I believe it would, in fact, be my honour to keep you company amid your stop here.â
Happiness brightened the Knight of Beautyâs previously tentative expression, and he pressed another soft kiss to the top of your hand, closing his eyes. âWords could never efficiently suffice to convey the bliss I feel at your affirmation. My lady, how eternally honoured I am to have met you throughout the vast, endless cosmos, where such a beautiful soul as yourself is so hard to come by.â
ᯠSUNDAY .á
đđđđ đđđđđđđ of a man was one you either got off on the right foot with, or you didnât. There was simply no in between. In contrast, his angel of a sister was much easier to befriend, considering her naturally sweet temperament, but her brotherâŠwell, to say the least, you could not stand the man upon your first introduction to him.
It was at a rather illustrious event, one you could only attend because of your own familyâs status. The invitations were sent to your father three months ago, all the way from penacony and into your own homeworld, one lightyears from the planet of festivities. Your father thought this a great opportunity to speak personally about business with the renowned Mr. Sundayâa man with the slyness of a fox and the stillness of a snake.
Yes, his handsome features and suave manner were truly appealing, but that didnât take away your simmering urge to splash your glass of SoulGlad all over that exorbitant off-white three-piece lapel suit of his. And, oh, yes, he was so polite and charming and refined, but the way he looked at you made your cheeks heat and blood boil.
Golden eyes with the softness of a rock. Utterly unreadable, unpredictable. But you tolerated him, because relations between the head of the Oak Family and your father took priority well over your own inimical sentiments for the man. Also, his sister Robin, the famed and beautiful singer all across the cosmos, had become a quick friend of yours. The vast difference in personality between the sibling duo was baffling.
âDelighted to make your acquaintance,â Sunday had pleasantly greeted, smoothly taking your gloved hand and placing a gentlemanly, polite, and brief kiss to the top of it. âMiss [Name].â
âNo, the honour is all mine.â At first, you thought him nice enough, rather taken with the way he so facilely, amiably kissed your hand. Youâd always liked the more traditional men, and Mr. Sunday was the embodiment of oneâwith his tall frame and courteous demeanour. That impression, however, did not last long.
The more the man talked, the more you disliked him. His voice was soothing and silky and full of the right amount of polite detachment fitting for a businessman of his calibre. His lips seemed to be permanently turned up at the corners, into some kind of semblance of a smile you couldnât quite place. Almost a smirk, not quite. Something about it put you off, and drew you in. Perhaps that was the point.
ââŠThis is not a realm for the infirm,â he was saying to your father, his champagne glass held loosely in long, attractive fingers. Ones sure to not have a single callus on themâfor, you sardonically, softly scoffed into your own glass, this man was the very type to spill blood by proxy, never dirtying his own, smooth hands.
Maybe you were jumping to conclusions and making unfair judgements about this manâbut, well, you just couldnât shake the feeling that there was much more to the Head of the Oak Family than what first met the eye. Something off-putting.
âHow do you mean?â Your father replied, taking a sip of his SoulGlad.
âI mean, natural selection is one to take precedence and make the choices for us, no?â You acted uninterested in the conversation as you looked away and pretended to watch the performing orchestra with rapt interest. âThe law of the jungle puts each person to the test, and that all depends on your own determination, potential and, most of all, aptitude. Life is an obstacle course. It all boils down to oneâs capabilities.â
âSurvival of the fittest, you mean?â your father clarified, squinting at the Head of the Family, before he nodded in agreement. âYes, yes, I quite agree. Adaptation, such a morbidly wonderful concept. It is how individuals like you and I clawed our ways to the top, if it meant our loved ones lived the lives they deserve.â And then he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a fatherly squeeze, smiling down at you. âIâve no qualms about getting some dirt under my fingernails if it means my beloved daughter is comfortable for the rest of her life.â
âFather, youâre making it sound like youâre secretly an underground crime boss.â You jokingly arched a brow, masking your deep discomfort with the present topic of the conversation. You could feel Mr. Sundayâs golden hues boring into the side of your face intently. âYou shouldnât say such things. I think youâre both talking nonsense.â
âAh, so you have been listening,â quipped Mr. Sunday, inclining his head toward you, gazing at you through his greyish-blue bangs and long lashes. âYou do not agree with the survival of the fittest?â
âOh, now, I do not consider myself to be a holy person, Mr. Sunday,â you elucidated, straightening your posture. âI hold no lofty ideals. But I do believe in fairness.â Ironic, as all Iâve been doing this evening is judging you. But, somehow, you felt that your judgments were not inaccurate. âI believe that for society to flourish as it should peacefully, this âsurvival of the fittestâ archetype should be discarded. Instead of using the weak as leverage for âgetting to the topâ, the âfittestâ should do their best to extend a hand to those clinging to the precipice for dear life, instead of letting them fallâor, even worseâkicking them to their metaphorical death. Do you understand my meaning?âÂ
âYour words hold merit,â the Oak Family head acknowledged, staring at you from over the rim of his champagne flute. âYou seem to cling tightly to your morality.â
âYou do not?â You were beginning to enjoy twisting his words and testing him. Letâs see how long itâll take until he trips up. âThe holy and righteous Head of the Family cares not for principles?â
âThat is not what I said at all.â Sunday seemed equally amused. âI pride myself in my integrity. That is somethingâŠyou and I appear to have in common.â
âHm.â You gazed back, unintimidated. You really did not like this man. Yes, you were attracted to himâbut what man or woman wasnât? His allure was merely one of the many tricks up his sleeve he effortlessly, unhesitatingly utilised to his advantage.Â
It was unfortunate that your father jumped to use the chemistry between you both as a great business tactic. âWell, then, I shall leave you both to this conversation. Such a riveting one, yes, but I fear my informant is seeking my attention. Enjoy yourselves!â
And just like that, your own shelter from the beloved Mr. Sunday was gone. Silence befell you both momentarily, before the Family head extended a hand to you, flashing a bewitching smile, so full of knives. âNow, Miss [Name]âŠshall we dance?â
ᯠBOOTHILL .á
âđđđ'đ đđđđđ these shady parts are ideal for such a lovely young lady as yerself, darlinâ.â
You didnât look up from your whiskey glass. âBecause Iâm not safe from vagabonds like you?"
A raspy chuckle followed. âHoho, a sharp tongue you have. Yeah, Iâd say you ainât far off the mark there, treasure.â The scrape of a stool being drawn out filled the silence, and the man you still hadnât looked at took a seat next to you. âBut, ya havenât got anything to worry about around me, sugar. I ainât one of them shirtbags.â
Shirtbags? âThatâs what thoseâŠshirtbags all say.â Should I just leave? Youâd almost finished your drink, anyway. âCanât a girl have a drink in a rundown bar late at night in peace?â
âSure she can,â was the answer. âYou still ainât safe, though. Look out for yerself.â
âWhatâs it to you?â You finally glanced over at the man, and his appearance immediately took you aback. Cowboy hat tipped down low over his eyes, only the slope of a nose and a shapely, smirking mouth visible. Long, grey hair split into two flowing over back with black undersides. AndâŠmetal arms. A metal-plated torso. A holster with untold ammo and a gun secured on his right hip. He had cool, dark skin-tight trousers on with spurred roper boots on his feet. You couldnât see his eyes, but it was easy to tell he was awfully attractive.Â
The unknown man tilted his head slightly, revealing his only visible eye to you. His right one was fully covered by his hair. It was curiousâthat eye had a red pupil, with four white lines rimming it, making it appear like a target lock symbol. You blinked at him, and he grinned. This guyâs full of surprises. His teeth were sharp, jagged, like a sharkâs. âOh, sweetheart, it ainât nothinâ to me, youâre right. But whatâs wrong with extending some friendly concern for a sad-looking young woman on her third glass of whiskey?â âHow did youââ You narrowed your eyes at him. âHave you been watching me this entire time? And sad-looking? You wanna start a fight?â You brushed your coat to the side, revealing your own gun. He glanced down at it in immense amusement. âIf youâre just here to cause trouble, then you can piss oââ
He held up both hands in surrender, still grinning. âNot here to cause trouble, sugar. Just here to chat. Nothinâ else, I swear. On my honour.â
You snorted. âDidnât know you had any.â
âHey.â His tone turned whiny, half-offended. âIâm basically actinâ as your bodyguard right now, honey. Keepinâ all these creeps in here miles away from ya because of my menacinâ energy.â
âMenacing?â You laughed derisively. âHa! Youâre a funny one, cowboy. Anyway, whatâre the likes of you doing in these parts? This is a bar, not a saloon. Canât play poker here, you knowâat least, I donât think so.â âHar har.â The man paused and ordered someâŠmalt juice? You looked at him weirdly. He ignored it. âHilarious, darlinâ. I ainât your stereotypical cowboy. I go around beatinâ them IPC fudgeheads up, not smackinâ cow rumps on a ranch.â
âAn outlaw, are you? Ooh, scary.â You chuckled into your shot glass. âHow bigâs your bounty?â
âWhy? Gonna turn me in?â He leaned his cheek on one metal hand, gazing at you with an intense eye. It felt a bit weirdâstrangely, that target lock symbol in his eye made you feel like heâd set you in his sights. âGood luck with that one, sweetheart. Peopleâve been tryinâ for years.â
âWho said I was gonna turn you in?â You arched a brow at him. âI donât care about you and your so-called bounty. You sound pretty full of yourself, cowboy.â
âWhen youâre a pro at evading the IPC for years on end, who wouldnât get a little bit of a big head?â âPride always comes before the fall.â You took a sip of whiskey. âBiggest mistake you could possibly make is underestimating your enemy.â
âHeck, sounds like yer givinâ me some advice on how to continue runninâ away from them IPC hooligans!â he guffawed. âSounds like youâre already well on your merry way to becominâ a scummy crim like me, eh, darlinâ? Oho, now thatâs funny.â
âWhatâs wrong with extending some friendly concern for a scruffy-looking cyborg?â you echoed his previous words sardonically.
âAlright, you got me there,â he conceded amusedly. There was a moment of silence, and then he held out a hand for you to shake. âNameâs Boothill. Whatâs yours, sugar?â
You looked at his hand, and then at him. Then you took his hand and shook it firmly. â[Name]. Nice to meet a fellow outlaw.â
ᯠBLADE .á
đđđ đđđđđđđđ sharp edge of a sword was hovering just over your jugular vein, more than ready to slice it open at any given opportunity. It was barely touching your skin, a ghost of a scrape, and you remained completely, absolutely still.Â
The blade was of a deep, dark crimson, with golden spider cracks adorning it, giving the sword a serrated, broken appearance. It was visibly well-wielded, and mended many times over.
Just like the man who was holding it to your throat.
Bandages covered his left hand, and one was wrapped around his upper right forearm, on his coatâs sleeve. Strange. Another was wound around his upper right thigh, also on clothing, not on his skin. His hair was shaggy, unkempt, brushing over his eyes so thickly, his left one was barely visible. But his one visible eyeâŠit held an intensity you hadnât come across beforeâone so piercing, so penetrating, it became a physical and mental battle to hold it.
The man was handsome, very handsome, and his face was full of youth. But the way his brow was knotted so harshly, lips drawn out into a severe line, and how his uncovered eye speared through you gave you the unshakable sense that this man had seen, done, and lived many things, and many lifetimes.
âI know who you are,â were his first words to you. A deep, gruff, cold voice, so menacing. The manâs whole ambiance screamed menace. He would kill you without a second thought, resolutely, and youâd just become yet another victim he never stopped to understand, to care about.
âYou do?â You were nervous; that sword of his was held so steadily, there was not a detectable tremor in his grip at all. The manâs entire form was utterly motionless, like a predator lying in patient, still wait. And the killing blow could come at any time, and you would never have possibly anticipated it. ââŠI donât recall meeting you before.â âThen why are you here?â There was the crackle of leather squeezing together, and you watched as his only gloved hand curled around the bladeâs hilt just that bit more. That red eye narrowed. It was flecked with searing gold, you noticed. âYou do not belong here. I should kill you.â
You slowly lifted a hand, not making any sudden movements, but his eyes did not move from yours for even a fraction of a second. Tapping the back of it against the swordâs edge, you ever so slowly eased it away from your neck. You were amazed he let you. âSir, I have no idea who you are, but did you think I was going to let a stranger bleed out in some empty alleyway at one in the morning?â
âYou should mind your own business,â he spat, but he deemed you harmless enough to stay his sword fully. It dissipated into stardust, and your eyes bugged out at the sight. The man tried to take two steps back, but he stumbled, slumping against the brick wall behind him. You rushed to catch him, but a large, firm hand grabbed your shoulder and held you away from him. âDonât.â
âMister, you are bleeding. Severely.â From your observations of his (very obvious) mannerisms and appearance, you could only surmise that this man was some kind of soldier or thug, either or. He knew how to wield a sword masterfully, and this kind of incident evidently wasnât new to him.
âAnd I will be fine.â A flash of red in the dark was all that told you heâd flicked a glare in your direction as he slid down the wall, sitting on the cold stone ground. âLeave this place.â
âAnd if I donât?â
âYou would just be making it more difficult for me. Leave. Before I have to make you leave myself.â
You knelt down in front of him. He was panting heavily, a hand on his middle. Rivulets of blood oozed between his fingers, streaming out and down through the gaps of his knuckles. âWhatâs your name?â âThat isâŠnone of your concern,â he puffed, that permanent frown on his face deepening. Sweat glistened on his brow. âThereâs no need for me to tell yoââ âIâm asking so I can call a friend of yours, genius. Or an associate, if youâre involved with underground stuff like that.â You began to reach for his hip, feeling around for a phone. âBecause you, clearly, donât have the energy toââ
His free hand snatched yours away, grip tight and almost bruising. âLeave. Just leave.â
You stared at him, lips pursed. âI need to calm down. Whatever secret it is youâre desperately trying to keep from me is none of my concern. Iâm not interested in that. What I am interested in is getting you help. Let me contact whoever your partner in all this is.â
His wide chest heaved, his breathing laboured, before he finally broke gazes with you and released your wrist. âFine. Make it quick. And then you go, understood?â âPerfectly.â You waited for him to extract his phone from his pocket and unlock it, handing it to you. Then his hand slumped down. Damn, even doing just that took everything in him. You were growing increasingly concerned. This man is dying. I need to hurry.
The first name to pop up in his contacts was someone called âKafkaâ. Hitting the call button, you put it on speaker and held it out to him. He waved it away, rasping, âyou do the talking.â
Four rings went by before the other end clicked and a crooning, sultry female voice filtered through the phone. âOoh, what a pleasant surprise, Bladie. You never call first~â
You glanced up at the so-called âBladieâ, who fixed you with a glare that screamed, I dare you to ask. I dare you. Biting back your laughter, you cleared your throat and carefully began, âUh, good evening, maâam. Iâm here with your friendâŠBladie.â
There was silence on the other end for a beat before the woman broke into chuckles. âHaha! You called him Bladie! Oh, you donât have much longer to live, missy. If heâs incapacitated right now, youâre very lucky.â
You sneaked a glance at the man before you and saw that she wasnât exaggerating. His glower was murderous, even more so than before. Your stomach dropped at the sight. ââŠHaha. Sorry about that. And yes, he is incapacitated right now. Very injured, in fact. Heâs losing a lot of blood, maâam.â
âOh, donât be so formal!â This âKafkaâ talked as if the present incident was just another Tuesday for her. What do these two get up to? You werenât sure if you even wanted to know. âJust call me Kafka, sweetie. Iâm on my way right now, Bladie. Whatâs your name, honey?â
You gave her your name. Kafka hummed. âMm, yes, well, darling, I would advise you to leave, please. Youâve been a great help, and I hate to scare you off, but Bladie here has a few problems only I can attend to. Your leaving is only for your own good.â
âWhy?â Curiosity killed the cat.
âDonât ask questions. Just leave,â the man growled, and he seemed to be getting nastier and nastier by the second. âDo as she says. Go.â
âIâm almost there, Blade,â Kafka said through the phone, and thatâs when you knew sheâd used his actual name. Blade. It suited him. Very well. The faint sound of heels clicking in the background on the line told you the woman was hurrying over to you and Blade. âHang in there, alright? Just a little longer.â
âMiss Kafka, I think I should stay hereââ
âHoney, Blade here is mara-struck,â she interrupted you, her voice still so lilting and flirtatious, but it held a firmer note. âIf he goes wild, youâll be the first to go.â
âWhat do I keep telling you?â Blade panted, and thatâs when you understood the golden gleam in his eyes. âGo. How long until it gets through your thick skull? When youâre dead? Just leaââ
âBladie, donât be so harsh.â Kafka had her previous playful tone again, one this man obviously hated. âSheâs probably terribly shocked right nowâarenât you, honey?â ââŠYeahâŠâ You were. Utterly shellshocked. I need to get out of here. This man was much more dangerous than you initially anticipated. âIâllâŠIâll go.â
âGood idea,â Kafka purred, and then two sets of heels began to echo behind you. âHere we are.â
The call ended, and the woman emerged from the shadows. Voluptuous, graceful and just exuding danger, the tall lady approached you both with quick, but casual, calculated steps, and Blade looked visibly relieved at her appearance. Kafka smiled down at you, but it wasnât a real smile. Just an automatic reaction, you guessed. You immediately handed her Bladeâs phone. Her smile widened. âThank you, sweetie. Run along now.â
âOfâof course.â You hurried to your feet. Glancing worriedly down at Blade, he kept his head slumped as Kafka knelt beside him in the place you just were. Her perfume hit you like a truck, and you suddenly thought this woman was very cool. Really cool. But lethal. âIâŠyeah. Take care.â
âOh, we will.â Kafka didnât look up again, and was feeling Bladeâs pulse. âHave a lovely rest of your night, honey. You got lucky.â
Youâd already guessed as much. âHaha. Goodbye.â
Turning to hurry out of the alleyway, you were stopped by the woman calling out for you one last time. She had a long, elegant finger pressed to her lips, and she winked at you. âJust a little reminder, sweetie, to not say a word of this to anyone, alright?â ââŠAlright.â
Kafkaâs intense gaze wasnât half as friendly as her smile. âGood girl. Keep quiet, and weâll be back with a reward for you in no time.â Intimidated, you backed up. âOhâthereâsâŠreally no need, maâam.â
She clicked her tongue, turning back to the now-unconscious man before her and continuing with whatever she was doing on him, chuckling rather darkly. âOh, but there is. See you soon, sweetie.â
ᯠAVENTURINE .á
âđđđ đ few tricks up your sleeve, have you?â
You threw the dice down on the roulette wheel, leaning back in your chair and watching it spin about freely. Taking a sip of your cocktail, you smiled at the golden-haired man to your left over the rim of it. âYouâre asking me that question? Youâve got untold ones hidden up in all nooks and crannies of that expensive peacock coat of yours.â
Aventurine leaned his cheek against his fist, elbow propped on his chairâs armrest. A pair of the most striking, beautiful eyes youâd ever seen gazed at you through rose-tinted shades. âWhy, arenât you observant. This little gambling session really has been such a ball. I havenât come across someone as skilled as yourself in a long time.â
âThank you kindly,â you sarcastically said, setting your beverage down with a soft clink. You glanced at the mountain of chips gathered neatly right in front of the man. Equal to yours. Now, you were both locked in a one-on-one gambling session where you fought for each otherâs chips. Maybe a bit unorthodoxâusually thereâd be many more players. But the less there were, the more intense it was. âI dare say, this is one intense first meeting, donât you agree?â
âMost certainly.â He took a sip of his whiskey. âNow, shall we make a small, personal bet of our own?â
âA personal bet?â you repeated, tilting your head at him. âI would never have guessed you made such things.â
âOnly when necessary.â.
âOh, I seeâyouâre doing this because youâre losing. Pitifully.â You twirled a chip around between your fingers. âAlright. Whatâs this bet youâd like to make?â
âI bet that if you lose the next five chips, you answer a question of mine. If I lose the next five chips, Iâll score you a little rendezvous with the lovely Miss Jade.â
âOnly five chips?â you queried warily, lifting a brow. âAnd how did you know I wish to speak with Jade? Oh, what am I saying. You IPC thugs always have tabs on something.â
âYou wound me. Letâs hop to it, shall we?â Aventurine threw in his dice. âI bet on a twenty-three. Five gold chips.â
âFive-thousand credits, hm?â He was going for the kill. You smiled to yourself. âAlright. I bet on twelve. Five black chips.â
âYou play cheap,â he mused, intently watching the dice spin around. âNot much of an investor, are you?â
âKnowing you and your tactics, I would be more likely to take a greater loss than you,â you explained, no qualms about handing it to his innate gambling skills and apt intuition. You couldnât fathom how he did it and where he got his accuracy from. âFive hundred credits isnât too much of a loss for me.â
âTwo selected numbers out of thirty-eight in total.â Aventurine relaxed into his chair. The dice began to slow. âWhat are the chances?"
âIt all depends.â You watched as the dice spun away from the âtwelveâ notch over and over. You were getting a bit jittery. You had a feeling that this question of his was worth far more to you than the five hundred measly credits you put on the table. âFor all we know, it could land in neither of our betted numbers.â
âOh, so true.â This man was so sly, so conniving. It set off alarms in your head. The corners of his shapely lips turned up, and he grinned devilishly at you. âLetâs see where it lands.â
The dice spun and spun and spun, getting slower and slowerâbefore, finally, it rolled to a gradual stop, tumbling into a notch.Â
Your fingers twitched. You wanted to wring the handsome, cunning manâs neck. The dice had landed so excruciatingly calmly into the twenty-third notch.
As expected, I suppose. This man never took any losses. You werenât too worried about pushing the five black chips his way. You were more worried about what question you would have to answer.
âFive-hundred credits. So worthwhile.â Aventurine gladly accepted them. âNow, letâs seeâŠhere is my question. Donât look so perturbed. Itâs nothing, really.â âIs that so?â You crossed your arms over your chest, swinging a leg over your other, lightly kicking your heeled foot in an attempt to remain calm. âPray tell, what do you ask?â
âI ask that you make a little deal with me.âÂ
You arched a brow. Another one? âAnother bet? I think Iâve had quite enough of those for one day.â
âOh, no, itâs not a bet, honey. The deal is this: pose as my girlfriend for a while, and Iâll compensate you thoroughly.â
âThatâs nice. Whatâs in it for me?â
âStatus. Renown. Wealth. Reputation.â He held up four fingers, then a gold chip suddenly appeared out from between them and he flipped it in the air casually. âAnd, of course, safety. Maybe a little nice dinner with the elegant Senior Manager of the IPC Strategic Investment Department. You canât go wrong with this.â
âTruly?â You werenât buying it. âIt will be contractual?â
âAbsolutely.â Aventurineâs crooning voice was grating on your nerves. But he was tempting. So tempting. âAnd itâll be our little secret. Iâll swear not to pull anything unsavoury.â
You considered it. You needed the money. Reputation and status was also an enticing offer. But you needed time to think.
âShall we meet up and discuss this elsewhere some other time?â You pulled out your phone, extending it toward him. âPut in your contact details. Iâll text you when Iâve thought it through.â âWise of you.â Aventurine accepted the gadget and tapped away at it accordingly. âTake your time. I look forward to working with you.â
He got up and left, only the strong scent of his expensive cologne left in his wake. You noticed he never took your five-hundred credits, and left his five-thousand behind.
ᯠJING YUAN .á
đđđ đđđđ'đ expect the Arbiter General to be the one to rescue you from three mara-struck soldiers.
Itâs not like you were helpless. You could fight; you had the Combat Type of Wind and Path of Erudition at hand. You were no weaklingâyou, ranked a Sergeant Major in the Sky-Faring Commission, had had your fair share of battles in the past.
But youâd never crossed paths with The Divine Foresight. Seeing his tall, powerful frame and flowing hair in passing as he strolled around the Sky-Faring Commissionâs headquarters was as much as you knew of him personally. And that was nothing at all.
âAre you alright, miss?â He held a hand out to you to help you up, and you hesitantly accepted it. This is so embarrassing. Me, a Sergeant Major, needing help from the General himself? Can one get any more incompetent? You decided then it would be a good idea to keep your identity and rank private. You didnât need the Arbiter-General walking away from this thinking you were incapable of even defending yourself from the most common of opponents.
âIâm fine, sir.â You brushed yourself off once you were on your feet again. You covertly tugged your badge signifying your rank out of sight. âThank you for helping me.â
âNot at all.â General Jing Yuan smiled at you indolently. For someone who just wiped out three mara-crazed former Cloud Knights, he looked pretty sleepy. âAllow me to accompany you back to the Sky-Faring Commission.â âIâIâm sorry?â Surely he hadnât worked you out that quick. Neither could he have recognised you from the Commission either. You werenât remarkable like that, and neither of you had ever interacted. âI donâtâI mean, I, uhâŠâ
âIs something wrong?â He tilted his head at you. âAre you not Sergeant Major [Name]? Madame Yukong speaks highly of you.â
âI was not aware you knew of me, General.â That whole hiding of your badge was useless, then. You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve. âI am ashamed. To think you, of all people, would have had to be the one to save a well-trained soldier as I from three mere mara-struck knights.â
âAshamed? No, donât be. You were ambushed, no? Then, it is not your fault.â âThank you.â You bowed your head respectfully. âBut, there is no need for you to escort me back to the Commission. I do believe I will be quite alright on my own.â âOh, I was heading to the Commission anyway.â General Jing Yuan inclined his head toward you. Heâs very tall. His hair was longer than you thought, too. âSo, why not keep each other company on our trip to the same place? Iâve been meaning to speak with you for a while now, also.â âYou have?â You met his hooded golden gaze in surprise. âAbout what, may I ask?â âYour skill with the mechanics of a Starskiff is commendable.â He began walking, and you fell into step beside him. The Arbiter-Generalâs voice was low, silky, and deep. No wonder women went crazy over this man. âIt reminds me of an old friend I once had, long ago. I could use your expertiseâof course, only if you are willing to agree, that is.â
âWhat is it you need assistance with?â Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined the famed, formidable General Jing Yuan ever complimenting you for skills most in the Sky-Faring Commission had.Â
âFifteen Starskiffs were crashed in a heated battle northwest of Scalegorge Waterscape,â he explained. âIt will keep you awfully busy for a little while, but the compensation for your hard work will be great.â
Pursing your lips, you debated your answer. ââŠGeneral Jing Yuan, sir, I must remind you that I am a Sergeant Major, not a repairwoman. I am the one who sends out the Starskiffs to be crashed, not the one who fixes them.â âAh, I see. Of course. It seems I overlooked that one small factor.â It didnât take both of you long until you arrived at the Sky-Faring Commissionâs headquarters. âI am sorry, but I will have to assign this task either way. Itâs really quite urgent. And Madam Yukong recommended you.â
âI really donâtââ
âWould a promotion from Sergeant Major to Colonel do?â
It was like he slapped you with the way you reeled back in shock, rendered utterly speechless. âPro-promotion, sir?â you sputtered, inarticulate. âIâthatâsâI donât thinkâŠâ
The Arbiter-General tilted his head coyly as if he were just discussing the weather, not your (huge) promotion from Major to Colonel. âBut, I do. I think that would suffice. Are you convinced?â âIâŠâ Getting there, thatâs for sure. Our first meeting ever, and heâs promoting me? You werenât quite sure of your impression of the man. Wonder? Astonishment? You were torn between both.
Before you could answer, Jing Yuan pushed open the Commissionâs doors and entered. Madam Yukong caught sight of you both and rushed over. âGeneral! Oh, [Name], youâre here too. Jing Yuan, did you tellââ âI certainly did.â His full mouth curled up into a playful smile. He glanced down at you, and you quickly looked away. âHowever, it is all up to Sergeant Major [Name] here. Yet, I do think the offer I made her is too good to refuse.â
âToo good to be true,â you softly corrected. âGeneral, I fail to see why my fixing of fifteen crashed Starskiffs warrants a promotion of such a degree. It would hardly be anything noteworthyâŠâ âQuite the opposite.â The General outstretched a hand and patted your shoulder. He smiled indolently again, so casual. âThink it over, Sergeant. I look forward to working with you.â
With that, the Arbiter-General turned and headed away, over to attend to something else regarding Qingying, one of Madam Yukongâs colleagues.
You turned to her in bewilderment. âIs he serious?â
The older woman smiled in a way that made you think she was in on some joke you hadnât a clue about. It was a knowing smile, and she shot a look in the Generalâs direction. Then she looked at you again, eyes twinkling. âVery serious.â

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â pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader
â© inspo: im feeling sick in the head and also Fuck Me by Vernon Jane

â§ a/n: uhhmmmm i deserve to be a little freaky and weird and perverse ALSO IDK WHY THE X LOOKS LIKE THAT AND ITS ANNOYING ME TOO. LETS IGNORE IT, TOGETHER
đ cw: SMUT, gn! afab reader (for the bad bitches with uteruses), period sex (spoiler: theyre ALL into it.), fingering, face sitting, use of toys, dry humping (?), thigh riding, cunnilingus, thigh job, mutual masturbation, cowgirl/boy position, mating press, not proofread
â wc: 4.1k
MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY





⯠Aventurine
AVENTURINE is all for it, if it means itâll make you feel better. He prefers to use toys, if anything. He doesnât mind getting his hands dirty, but heâs more worried about hurting you. So heâs got a set of vibrators specifically that he likes to use while youâre on your period. And if you ask, heâll probably buy a couple new ones, as well.
You do your best to stay still underneath Aventurine, eyes shut tight as you buck your hips up against the wand between your legs. Aventurine looks down smugly at you, mirth glimmering in those beautiful eyes of his. The beneath your stomach had long since turned into a delicious feeling of wholeness and warmth, and you couldnât help but chase after it. Aventurine, for once, cannot bring himself to tease about how desperate you are to cum.
He had amped up the wand to its max intensity, just to make sure you had felt it through your clothes. Not that you hadnât, you were practically pushing your pussy up against it the minute he had brought out the vibrator, doing anything to get yourself off. You feel the pleasure mounting all too quickly, yet chase after it nonetheless. You grab Aventurineâs wrist and whined, legs tensing and closing as if to ward off the vibrator. And like that, the pressure releases, giving way to a blissful feeling, the last of your cramps fading away so⊠easily.
âThat good, huh?â Aventurine chides, a sultry grin plastered on his features as he lowers the intensity of the vibrator, yet still presses it up against your clothed clit to let you ride out your high. You donât respond, basking in the sensation (and the fact that your cramps are gone).
⯠Dr. Ratio
VERITAS may act hesitant when you bring up the idea, but he doesnât say no. Heâs more worried about how he should go about it than anything, and while it isnât unfamiliar territory to him, heâs just⊠unsure of himself. Ultimately, he settles on toys, normally vibes, but dildos will do as well.
It was rather late by the time you had come complaining to him, and he was already behind on grading his studentâs papers. Normally, heâd tell you to give him a couple more minutes to finish up his work and you give him that time, but with how much you're groaning and talking about the pain, heâs quite quick to put his pen down. He adjusts himself and slides open his legs, patting his thigh for you to sit down on, with barely another word.
And of course you sit down, your cramps had been killing you all day and you were desperate to find any way to get rid of them because painkillers just⊠werenât working. You start to weakly grind against his thigh, hands holding yourself up by his strong shoulders. His right arm wraps around your waist and guides you slow rocking movements, fishing through his desk and finding a vibrator wand. He felt a little embarrassed to have kept something so⊠lewd in his desk, but then again, there were moments like this that made him feel a little bit better about keeping it.
He sets it on a lower setting, pressing it against your clit and you grind against his thigh. He watches intently, his gaze soft as he does his best to coax you through it, small, soft praises that no one would expect from Veritas himself. But heâs worried, more than aroused. If this is what helps your cramps, then he doesnât mind, he doesnât even protest. He watches as your face goes from tensed to relaxed, moaning out his name and even small âthank youâs as your heat mounts.
⯠Boothill
You donât even have to ask BOOTHILL, the minute you complain about your cramps, heâs on his knees, tugging at the hem of your pants. He prefers to eat you out on your period, given his skilled tongue. Any âbutâs you had when you first brought the idea up were quickly swept away, heâd eat you out every day of the week during your cycle, or even all day, if you needed it.
Boothill groans against your sex, head buried between your thighs as your hands tug at his hair, a silent praise for just how good he was doing. While he feels quite feverish, his pace is slow and languid, drawing out every little sound of yours he can. The metallic taste on his tongue is just another reward, really. His hands grip your thighs as he presses a series of kisses against your clit, before delving his tongue back into your heat.
Soft sighs escape you as he continues his ministrations, unbothered by the way you squirm every so often or tug at his hair. Heâs drunk off the taste of you, really. He laps up the blood as if it was his last meal, groaning every now and then when he had to take a breath. Sometimes he murmurs something in your flesh, too muffled for you to hear, but the vibrations of his gravelly voice provide an exquisite feeling. If you could do this all day, you would.
Heat curls beneath your stomach as Boothill suckles on your clit, thighs pressing against either side of his face as you grind your hips further into his mouth like he wasnât close enough. Your head spins as you finally let go, letting out a low moan and cumming into his mouth. He licks it all up, letting out a low, guttural sound of approval, his mouth pressed against your folds for a second longer. He withdraws with a gentle kiss pressed to your clit, and a cocky grin sent your way. He quite enjoys the mess.
⯠Gallagher
The minute you brought the idea up, GALLAGHER is down. Heâd do anything you asked him to, from simply fingering you to full on penetration, whatever you want, he does. He wants you to feel better, and by Aeons, heâll do just that. Would period cramps even exist in a dream? Doesnât matter. If he knows itâll help you, heâs on it.
His fingers sink deep within your pussy, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as you roll your hips against his fingers, moaning softly. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing circles against it. Lewd squelching sounds fill your ears and you desperately chase after his fingers every time the pull back slightly, head leaning back against Gallagherâs shoulder, splayed out in his lap.
âThatâs it,â He coos, his free hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing at your hip. He presses a quick kiss to the crook of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as he picks up the pace of his fingers. Heat spreads throughout your body, your eyes rolling back as you surrender to the feeling. âDoesnât that feel better, sweetheart?â
Before you can catch it, your orgasm sneaks up on you all too quickly. You barely felt it build up, and now youâve cum on Gallagherâs fingers. He lets out a throaty chuckle as you do so, tilting your head and moaning into his ear. With a few more pumps of his rough fingers, he pulls them out slowly, admiring his work. You breathe heavily, doing what you can to catch your breath. Your eyes follow his hand as he brings it up to his mouth, sucking off the rest of your blood and cum from his fingers with a satisfied, sultry look.
⯠Sunday
SUNDAY would feel quite⊠down, knowing that period cramps still exist within Penacony. Knowing you canât even escape them in the Dreamscape, he canât help but wallow a little. But, with that, he will do anything to take away the pain. And when you suggest period sex, heâs practically scrambling for a condom.
Water sloshes around you as Sundayâs hands curl up at your sides, nails digging into flesh. He presses his nose to the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as he bucks his hips up into you. Your back is pressed flush against his chest, his cock buried within you as he does his best to guide you by your hips. He lets out soft groans here and there, evidently enjoying this more than you are.
He does his best to minimize splashing, yet he is eager to please, and to make you feel better. He isnât rough or fast, taking you at a rather languid pace, but with how feverish his groans are, how his hips stutter every now and then, heâs rather close himself. He canât help himself, simply being this close to you has him hard. You roll your head back, moaning against his ear, and he just canât help but cum.
You follow soon after as Sunday peppers kisses against your neck, sloppily at first, but becoming more refined as he shakes off that needy headspace. The pressure in your stomach gives way to blissful heaven then nothingness, the pain that spread to your stomach and legs, gone, just like that. When you turn your head to look at Sunday, he was a gentle smile plastered to his lips, eyelashes fluttering as if he himself had felt your pain go away.
⯠Argenti
ARGENTI does everything that he can for you when you start your period. No questions asked. In fact, heâs the one that brings up the idea of sex. Heâll eat you out as you wish, finger you, or simply fuck you as gently or as hard as you wish. He doesnât mind a mess, he actually quite likes it.
He indulges in his desires so easily when itâs you. When his eyes flutter open, he looks up at you with the utmost devotion, head buried between your thighs as you ride his face. Your moans only spur him on, and when you look behind you, you can see his painfully hard erection that has gone untouched. He planned on delighting you in every single way you asked him to, but insisted on starting with his favorite.
Argenti whimpers against your flesh, too caught up in his own selfish desires as his normally profound and rather elegant tongue-fucking turns feverish and sloppy, as if this was something he had always wanted. It was hard for him to break his normally so composed character, and yet here he was, so messy for his lover above him, he himself was desperate to quell the cramps you had been dealing with. His mouth works at a head-spinning pace for once, licking a fat stripe up your folds, kissing your clit, then practically making out with whatever he could put his mouth on.
Just as you orgasm, he lets out a guttural groan, something that came from deep within his throat, lapping up what he can and more. Yet, when you look behind you, Argentiâs cock is drooling, flushed, with sticky white tendrils coating his abdomen. His face flushes when you notice, but he doesnât hide it. âApologiesâŠâ He mutters against your flesh, giving it another kiss before raising your hips and helping you get off.
âŻSampo Koski
Whatever you need, SAMPO has for you. He prefers to finger you while on your period, but he doesnât mind full on sex, or even using toys. If he canât be there when youâre on your period, heâll make sure you have plenty of toys to keep yourself⊠company.
Sampo groans softly behind you, his leg thrown over yours as you two spoon, his fingers gliding over your folds. He doesnât dare push them in, not yet, anyways. As much as you begged him, he wanted to be as difficult as possible, no matter how much you complained how bad the cramps were getting. Despite that, you were shuddering at any long stroke, the way his pointer and middle finger caged your clit in between them, a satisfied hum coming from his throat.
âMmmâŠâ He moans, grinding against your ass. He still canât help getting himself off, the sounds of your breath hitching and soft moans as you ask him for more, how can he not get off on that? How selfish of him, really, to abate your pleasure in favor for his⊠âFeels good, huh?â
The audacity of this man, itâs as if heâs taunting you. Before you can complain, he finally presses both fingers to your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles around it. His grinding borders on desperate as he does so, burying the face in the crook of your neck as his eyebrows furrow. The bastard had came before he even gave you the chance to build up⊠but he doesnât leave you hanging. As if he felt bad that he had teased you. His fingers sink into your heat, thumb pressed against your clit. He pumps them at a leisurely pace, unhurried still. Sampoâs breath is heavy as he comes down from his high, head still spun up in the need to please. Heâll apologize correctly, he swears, after you cum AT LEAST twiceâŠ
⯠Jing Yuan
JING YUAN is actually quite delighted to have any hand in making you feel better. From making sure you have you painkillers and enough snacks, to making sure your need is sated. Heâs quite happy when you ask for sex, and his go to is NORMALLY fingering, but tonight, heâs feeling a little differentâŠ
Warm water runs down your back as you press your lips to Jing Yuanâs shoulder, the scent his cologne filling your senses. After a long day of work, he had proposed a shower with you, but now, it had long been forgotten, his large hands placed on your hips as he rolled his own slowly. His cock is pressed between your thighs, dragging against your folds, the head notching against your clit every few seconds. The push and pull makes your head spin, leaning in to him to keep yourself up.
He had been craving you all day, almost too distracted to finish his work. He didnât know exactly what brought on the sudden bout of clinginess, you were always on his mind, yes, but nothing quite like this. So, when he came home to you, complaining about your cramps, it felt like every aligned, clicked into place. He was quick to comfort you⊠and more.
He chuckles softly above you as your nails dig into his arms, which was quickly replaced with a low, content moan. He leans his head down, picking up the pace of his thrusts ever so slightly, causing you to gasp. Your thighs tense as pressure rises beneath your stomach, Jing Yuan kept up with the steady pace. Slowly, drag after drag, the pressure builds, and then releases as you shudder, pressed up against him. He guides you through your orgasm, his thrusts slow as he allowed you to come down from your high. He held off his own orgasm, pulling away from you with a soft smiler, an even softer gaze.
⯠Blade
BLADE may sound reluctant but heâs quite thrilled with the idea. He doesnât mind fingering you, but he actually quite enjoys giving you head. To have his mouth pressed against you, a towel beneath you, while he works his magic⊠he could ask for nothing more.
Heâs feeling especially ravenous tonight, and has you perched up on the couch, over his face, while he strokes his cock. The other hand holds you by your thigh, letting out low grunts and groans in between sloppy kisses and licks to your pussy. Heâs greedy, but unhurried, making sure to let his contentment be known through lewd noises.
He doesnât say much, as he normally does, simply feasting on whatever he can. Moans escaped him as he continued to stroke himself, hips bucking impatiently. His teeth scrape against your folds every now and then, taking what he wants. He draws out any sounds he can from you, his pace bordering on desperation. His grip tightens on your thigh, watching as you tense every now and then.
Ultimately, your moans become more frequent, Bladeâs sloppy eating getting to you as heat surges through your body, your hands gripping the back of the couch. You look down between your legs and meet Bladeâs gaze, fiery and passionate. You canât help but lose yourself in those eyes, even with such a lewd action. He laps up every drop of your essence, letting out a satisfied hum before shifting his attentions to his own cock, desperate to get himself off, as if he was finished. Which, he wasnât, really. It was the first of many orgasms that night, heâd make sure it was.
⯠Luocha
Far be it for LUOCHA to deny you pleasure. Especially when you come to him glassy eyed, hands over your stomach, muttering about how youâd do anything to make the cramps go away. Heâd do anything to see you smiling again. And when your eyes light up at the suggestion, heâs more than happy to go through with it.
You had asked him for help, and by Aeons, Luocha would make sure you would feel better. He cages you in via a mating press, his hair falling around you like a veil. His eyes are closed and eyebrows furrowed as he moans, pressing as deep into you as he can. His voice was groggy and heavy, only to have just woken up. Yet he was lucid enough to lose himself within you.
He leans in and presses a feverish kiss to your lips, his strokes slow and measured, pausing every time his cock was fully seated in you. At this moment he could care less about the blood on his dick, too tired to control his desires and submitting to some sort of primal urge that welled within him. Luocha, so normally controlled, yet still a slave to desire.
It was early morning, you yourself didnât know what time exactly. You had just woken up, and for whatever reason you just couldnât sleep. Unfortunately, your cramps had caught up to you before you could fall asleep, and aside from moaning and groaning in bed, you had woken up Luocha to help, at least not wanting to be alone while it felt like your cramps were eating you alive. He seemed so eager to help, and now that you were beneath him, you understood why.
⯠Dan Heng
DAN HENG is not adverse to the idea at all, the first time you had asked, he was quick to suggest toys. Any time your cycle comes around and you suggest period sex, heâs got a towel at the ready and a vibrator of your choice picked out.
He sits behind you, eyes transfixed on your sex as he presses a wand up to your clit. His hand rests on your thigh as you buck your hips against the toy, whining softly. You do your best to keep quiet, Dan Hengâs lack of noise making you feel slightly awkward. Yet, he spurs you on in his own quiet way, pressing the wand a little harder against your clit.
His fingers trail from your thigh to your hip, now resting his chin on your shoulder. He listens intently to all the little sounds you make, before whispering silent praises to you. You had already cum twice, your cramps a distant thought by now. But you had asked for more, and Dan Heng would deliver, as always.
Before your orgasm can creep up on you, he pulls the vibrator away from you and shuffles out from behind you. You complain, but he urges you to lay down, rifling through one of your drawers for a box of condoms. He looks back at you with a barely noticeable smirk. Something that told you to hush up and waitâŠ
⯠Gepard
While GEPARD is hesitant when the suggestion of period sex is proposed, when you tell him that it could help lessen your cramps, heâs rather eager to get started. He finds that his fingers work best, if you two canât find a condom.
Gepard is quite antsy when you come home, you had texted him that you had had a bad day, and that your cramps were kicking your ass, and he wanted to make it allll better. He had bought you all sorts of treats, flowers, ordered takeout, the list goes on. And when the door opened he had showered you with all sorts of questions, what else he could do to make your day better, how he can help, whatever he could do. One question makes you shake off your bad mood so quickly, though: âDo you want me to get you your vibrator?â
So there you are, sitting across from Gepard, legs open as you press the want to your clit, while he strokes himself slowly. His eyes drop to your folds, his face practically red. He feels⊠perverted, but he just canât help himself. Your soft breaths guiding his arousal, eyes darting nervously between your face and to your pussy, then back to your face.
Eventually, he came prematurely, stuttering over his words and muttering apologies after he does, only to be met with a soft sigh from you. He canât help but watch with rapt fascination, that same flush painting his face continuously. And when you cum, he practically cuddles up to you, peppering kisses across your face and neck, praising you.
⯠Caelus
You donât bring up the idea, CAELUS does. He practically begs before you even get the chance to say youâre down. He goes all in, really, depends on what you are feeling like. You want him to eat you out? Heâs on his knees. Want him to fuck you? All good with him. Heâll use toys as well, if you arenât comfortable with any part of him being in you.
He shudders beneath you as his hands guide your hips up and down his cock, groaning softly, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy, eyes darting everywhere like he doesnât know exactly what to look at. You prop yourself up by your hands on his chest, head dipped as every thrust makes you forget all about your woes.
He does his best not to cum, simply the sight of you riding him like that, taking what you want, it feels like itâs too much. He always did his best to make your periods tolerable, if you werenât down for sex, heâd grab any snack he could, make sure you had a heating pad, pain killers, and whatever else you wanted. But when you were down for sex, Aeons, he could go all night. Thatâs one perk of housing a stellaron inside of his body.
âF-Fudge, youâre goodâŠâ Caelus groans. You canât help but chuckle softly at the word âfudgeâ, you know exactly whereâ whoâ he picked it up from, and he returns your chuckle in kind. He was never one to take sex seriously, and will never, even when itâs something like⊠fucking your cramps away.
⯠Welt
Who better to take care of you than WELT YANG? He does not mind the mess at all, whichever way you want him to take you, he will do. Heâs on top of everything, the painkillers you need, snacks youâd like, eating pads, the whole thing. And when it comes to you asking him about period sex? He gladly says yes.
âFeeling better?â Welt murmurs against your skin, his fingers sinking into your warm heat. He knew well enough that of course one little movement wouldnât make your cramps go away. But with how reassuring he had been, and even how quick he was to comply with your request for sex. He had set a towel beneath you, and even brought out a myriad of toys to use if you so wished.
Slowly he pumped his fingers inside you, head resting on your shoulder as he watched his own movements. His gentle smile persists as you moan, melting at his touch. His free hand strokes your back, coaxing you through it with soft words as your walls clamp around his fingers. He draws out each motion for you, slow and deliberate, pressing a kiss to your shoulder with each moan you let out.
Even with his slow movements, you find that your orgasm sneaks up on you all too quickly. You press your legs together as if to keep him out, heat curling up beneath your stomach and down your legs. He doesnât stop, simply nudging your legs open with his free hand, curling his fingers and hitting juuust the right spot. You whine and cum over his fingers, grinding your hips against them weakly. He allows you to ride out your high, that placant smile playing on his lips still.

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characters: penacony men x gn!reader
warnings: fluff, slight angst, poor attempt at comedy, slight spoilers for some character story and 2.2 penacony quest, injury and blood mention
notes: another popular demand! this time with more cat bois!!! part 1 can be found here! tho this can be read as its own part too. genshin boys ver is here!

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you just canât keep yourself away from taking in random strays that are an absolute shit to you huh, [name]?
his breed? orange. thatâs it, thatâs the breed, what more do you want me to say? jk but heâs still orange. american shorthair orange me thinks. friendly, adaptable, easygoing, playful, good with children and other pets â a perfect american shorthair orange
you first found the poor thing at the streets, hiding under a vehicle, too scared to come out or any approaching humans. sweet cat had a broken limb, holding the dangling paw to his chest as he pathetically meowed
thankfully, you managed to scoop the orange cat up into your arms, wrapped up in your coat before rushing him to the nearest vet
since then, nyanturine has made his progress to be your next addition to an ever growing collection of cats
a strangely crow like cat. nyanturine likes shiny, expensive things. shiny rocks? his. shiny clothes? his. material that glitters? his. expensive earrings and diamonds? his. expensive jewelries? his. everything shiny and expensive that the orange cat lays his eyes upon is his now. pretty please, [name] buy him that earring for him to play with?
out of every cats at home â you sure your home isnât a daycare for cats? â nyanturine gets along the most with dr.nyatio and occasionally with nyelt. the orange and brown cats can be found chatting away, peacefully settled on the windowsill
not so surprisingly, nyanturine is chatty as every orange cats are, except he needs to get used to the human first before turning into a yapper. with you, it only took a week spent in your arms for nyanturine to get used to your presence
just sit him beside you on the table behind his own mini computer with one of his favorite shiny earrings laid before him while you do your work on your own computer and nyanturine will be chatting your ear off in a storm. though, his yapping sometimes tends to irritate the other cats. dr.nyatio being one of them as you watched the bigger cat jump into the table before smacking nyanturine over the head with his paw
you were pretty sure you witnessed an attempted homicide between cats that dayâŠ
surprisingly, nyanturine also likes games! card games, poker, monopoly, uno. donât ask how but somehow you once got bested by your damn cat when nyanturine placed down +10 on you at uno. you nearly ended up behind bars if it werenât for meow yuanâs big floofy body holding you downâ
he will push all of the tokens in front of him towards the table with a meow. sometimes, you swear you can hear âall in!â in his meows but maybe thatâs the ghosts in your home talking
out of every cats you housed and still do till this day, nyanturine has the most unique eyes. cyan blue on the inside fading out into a pinkish hue. when asking about it from the vets, all they could do was shrug and say it could perhaps be a very unique ocular albinism or dna mutation. either way, your cats are a fucking model
nyanturine loves the mini fedora hat you made for him as a joke. wears it nearly everyday, every time, anywhere unless he accidentally knocks it over when zooming around the house
a solid kitty if you can get behind the creepy gloving of his eyes in the dark and his tendency to win against you in every poker games

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you first found dr.nyatio by⊠huh? whatchu mean you didnât found him? youâre telling me he just waltzed his ass inside your home one day through the window and has been making himself one of the many feline bosses of the house just like that? you sure dr.nyatio isnât anyone elseâs cat? [name]? [name], answer meâŠ
well⊠whatever floats your boat i guessâŠ
the most sassiest out of all of the fucking cats and that is saying something because you literally have nyan heng and meow yuan
a bengal, me thinks. snow lynx type of marbled tan and brown bengal. a smart piece of shit and he knows it, always yapping your ears off about a certain topic. more specifically, anything to do with algorithm, geometry etc etc
but compared to nyanturine and meowhill, dr.nyatio only ever yaps about those topics and those topics only. oddly enough, he kind of reminds you of one of those annoying lecturers at your old universityâŠ
very very curious cat. whatâs up there? why are you late? what did you bring? whatâs inside your bag? why do you smell so different?
pause.
why do you smell so different, [name]? where have you been? who have you been with? why are you later than usual, [name]? [name] answer him. answer dr.nyatio right now before he loses his shitâ
oddly likes bathing time compared to the other cats. though, dr.nyatio is a diva when it cones to taking his baths. the water must be lukewarm, not too full so when he sits in the bathtub, the water will be around his low chest area. the bath must have bubbles and those cute yellow ducks floating around or he will not step inside the bathroom
do you think of him as a low class cat? how dare you, [name]
yeah⊠safe to say that dr.nyatio spends more money on shampoo, hair treatment than you do
gets along with every cats actually. other than nyanturine. the two tend to scuffle sometimes. and sometimes, you can find dr.nyatio just yapping away to the other cats while he points at⊠an encyclopedia? since when and where did he drag that out from?
dr.nyatio has an odd hyper fixation and obsession with ancient greek things. anything related to them and the cat is not leaving the site or the front of the screen, patiently watching and listening to the documentary about ancient greek and its architectures and impact in the field of mathematics
once, you decided to bring him along to your local clay making club for shits and giggles, making a mini ionic order pillars and he fucking loved it. loves to sit in the middle of the curved placed pillars and have his pictures taken like a model
dr.nyatio also loves the cute cat helmet like thing you made for him from plastic diy materials. it works as something akin to a mask for him and the bengal loves wearing it whenever you have to step outside with him
once, one of your friends who came over at your home asked you why you named dr.nyatio that way
âis he a doctor or something? what field is his research then?â they asked, unknowingly opening a jar of worms upon themselves. you simply opened up dr.nyatioâs favorite encyclopedia in front of your friend as the bengal cat takes his place, starting to yap up a storm as the cat points to random parts of the book
after a good hour or two, your friend turned to you for help, quietly coming to regret their decision. dr.nyatio didnât take that kindly, smacking your friendâs face back to focus on him with his soft paw before continuing
yep. doctor veritas nyatio, everyone
âmeaw! [name], mrrp ammmeow mrrep mrrya! you will refer to me as doctor and doctor alone!â

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a very demanding grey korat breed of cat, mr.meowday is
he isnât much talkative nor is he much affectionate. but what meowday is, demanding and loves control. you once asked your local vet for advice after months of the grey korat telling you exactly how to make his food, which kibbles to buy etc etc and the vet simply reassured you with a âkorat breed of cats tend to be a bit demanding and intelligent. they love to be in charge so donât worryâ and a pat on the back
yeah⊠you have yourself another demanding cat that loves to make you his human slave alongside dr.nyatio. donât you think you have enough cats reigning over you in your own home now, [name]?
you adopted the poor thing from a shelter near your workplace when you heard the poor thing constantly crying out. when asking the shelter workers, they said that the cat tends to do that at random hours of the day, just calling out for attention from someone or a certain something
taking pity on the poor lonely korat sitting in the corner of his cage with his back to the world, you decided to adopt him, making yet another dumb decision
really loves sundays for that is one of the days that you have time to spend the whole day at home with the cats. and you also love to dub the last day of the week as âlazy dayâ and therefore, you decided to name him after it. meowday, he was since then
still, even after months of living with you and the other cats, meowday still sits on the window sling, meowing out for someone or something as he wistfully stares out the window. poor cat⊠youâre still having some problem trying to understand what was the problem and why meowday would do that so you can at least comfort the poor thing
one day while you were showing your co-workers who loves cats as well of your cats and landed on meowday. seeing the grey, elegant korat, your co-worker asked over and over if that really was your cat
you nodded with a furrowed brows, finding it odd that your co-worker would ask such questions. until they whipped out their phone, scrolling through their gallery before showing you⊠an eerily similar korat
same shade of eyes, same pose, same elegant manner â you would nearly mistake it for your own cat if it werenât for the slight shade of white grey of your co-workerâs cat fur
a korat as well. from the same animal shelter you adopted meowday too!
after careful consideration and a lot of talk, you two decided to let the two felines meet on the weekends to see if they are perhaps lost siblings, parents or anything along the lines
finally, the day arrives and your co-worker comes over. a carrying bag slung over their shoulder as they step inside. meowday could barely care for your human companion coming over, it happens all the time and he had grown used to the presence of visitors unlike some of the other cats
until he hears a soft meow that sounded eerily similar to his sister. whipping his head around, meowday nearly broke his paws due to his sudden rough landing from the window sling, practically zooming over before tackling the smaller korat to the floor
sad yet happy meows coming from meowday, grooming the other catsâ face with loud constant meows. you were pretty sure that your co-workerâs cat was meowdayâs sibling now
ever since then, the grey korat constantly scratches at your feet, doing his utmost best to silently ask you to let him see his sister again, nearly everyday. please just allow him to see his sister, he had dearly missed her. please, he will be a good kitty! the best kitty in the house!
meowday could barely go a day without glooming if he doesnât see his sister, and so you and your co-worker arranged a weekly meetings and a video call everyday to allow the siblings to meow to each other through the screen

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is it a mini panther? is it a dog? no! itâs just your one of the most chillest cats, gallagnya
heâs a havana brown like nyeltâ wait a minute, what do you mean he wasnât a havan brown like nyelt? you sure you got it correctly? the fur sample? huhâŠ?
âgallagnya is actually a bombay cat. brown bombayâ you can hear the vet on the phone, your face immediately going pale at the news of what breed gallagnya truly has been all this time as the said cat stares at you with a âmhm. thatâs rightâ face from the kitchen counter
why? what was the reason you were suddenly going pale you ask? you were so sure that gallagnya was another havana brown like nyelt and has been feeding him nyeltâs kibbles for havana brown. in simpler terms, youâve been feeding gallagnya the wrong kibbles
very wrong kibbles
but donât worry, gallagnya is a chill cat and he immediately forgave you with a lick to your forehead the next day you came home crying with a bunch of treats and the correct kibbles for the shaggy, brown cat
gallagnya isnât exactly a mean cat but he enjoyed the look of jealousy and anger on the other catsâ face as you pampered him day in and out for giving him the wrong kibbles. the bombay cat secretly hoped that you spent a little bit longer without knowing his exact breed so you could pamper him more. eh, oh well
the main reason your vet had a hard time finding out exactly what breed he was is because bombay cats arenât the most easiest to spot or find out. itâs a bit hard to detect them and their breed since they are a human bred cat breed
but at least you have another big cat! third biggest cat after lion like meow yuan and cheetah like nyepard. safe to say you feel safe as hell whenever you go out for a quick walk with your three big cats
another funny thing about the story between you and gallagnya is that⊠you genuinely donât know where the fuck the large cat came from. did he follow you home? did he slip in through the open window one day and made himself home? who knows. not you
at least gallagnya is chill. and nice. gets along well with basically every cat except for mr.meowdayâ âWOOF!â
âeh, itâs probably just the neighborâs dog going out for a walk in the hallways of the apartmentââ
âWOOF!â before you could finish your little excuse for the barking you just heard, you feel the heavy big body of gallagnya pounce on top of you on the bed, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs
⊠great. not only do you have hundreds of cats inside your home, three of them being nearly as big as predator wildlife animals, you have to worry about the third biggest cat being a barker rather than a meower
when and where the fuck did gallagnya even learned to bark rather than meow anyways? eh, thatâs a question for you to find out next morning. right now, you were too damn tired and your bed was a siren that you willingly gave yourself to
you did not found out the answer to that question the next morning. even the vets were weirded out by it since, although bombay cats are indeed seen as dog-like with their playful and friendly nature, they never cane across one that literally barked like a dog
well⊠at least you can scare people away with gallagnyaâs barksâŠ?

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the siamese mom in me wants to say that meowhill would be a siamese, but the logical brain in me is shouting TUXEDO CAT
and yes, meowhill is indeed a tuxedo cat. one that just wonât shut up and leave you alone
going to the bathroom? let him come along and get real political while lying on the bathroom rugs while you take a shit
leaving for the convenience store? just let him stay on your shoulder while he yaps your ears off about which seasoning to pickâ no, screwubaBOO THE KOREAN SOY SAUCE TASTES BETTER ON BARBECUE!
staying home and trying to type up your work on the computer? you have a free proofreader for you who wouldnât hesitate to meow your ears off and point at some of the things you wrote. he will even sit on your keyboard
due to his yapper nature, meowhill tends to irritate some of the cats. especially those who love their peace and quiet and staying silent
which is a huge surprise whenever you find the mischievous tuxedo cat constantly beside nyan heng, the poor black manx looking dreadful as he allows meowhill to yap his ears off. you did not wanted to get entangled nor did you go over and wanted to hear what meowhill was yapping about
meowhill also gets along with nyagenti! the two cats seem to share a past together as when you first brought meowhill home, the tuxedo cat went straight first to the elegant norweigan forest cat
ah right, speaking of bringing meowhill inâŠ
you found the poor thing with a rotted paws and bad burn wounds. poor little thing was burnt so badly it was hard to tell the color of his fur and he kept yowling in pain when you wrapped your coat around him to rush him to the nearest vet
sadly, his front two legs were badly broken and injured and had no way of recovering. and so, the vets had no other choice but to put him under anesthetic to cut off his front two legs and replace them with prosthetics
due to the nature of his injuries, meowhill required a lot of your and the other catsâ attention. recovering from losing both of his front legs and the nasty burn wounds is a long journey and meowhill needed the support from his new human friend and fellow felines
after a long and sometimes painful 2 months, meowhill had made a full recovery! the tuxedo catâs fur grew back and he had gotten used to walking and sprinting on his prosthetic legs. you never realized how much of an energetic cat he was until you broke the news that he made a full recovery
though, like meowday, meowhill has a slight problem of constantly sitting on the window sling and meowing out the window. why? you didnât know
is very protective of little nyanqing. you can find the tuxedo constantly nagging meow yuan and stealing meow yuanâs little cub away from him. holding the tiny munchkin by his scruff and taking him away to dote on the little cream cat somewhere in the house
it wasnât until you took the tuxedo cat out for a shopping in the pet essentials store as a congratulations for making full recovery and the tuxedo immediately latched onto a tiny, white kitten plush did you connect the dots
poor thing had a kitten beforeâŠ
you bought the white kitten plush for him of course. you donât have the heart to wrench it away from him
making a trip back to where you originally found meowhill, you couldnât find anything much other than an old, burnt, red scarf. you made an exact same replica of the mini scarf in secret and gave it to meowhill for his birthday gift, wrapping the soft silk around his neck snuggly before wrapping the same scarf around the plushie
ever since then, meowhill has been deathly clingy with you and the plushie. there isnât a single day or night where you wonât see meowhill without the white plushie, grooming it, cuddling with it and taking it with him by the scruff of the kitten plushie

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an elegant norweigan forest cat! is his fur, brown? burgundy? red? no one knows!
nyagenti is such a beautiful cat that he competes with meow yuan in their beauty level whenever you take them out on a walk. everyone wants to pet the elegant kitties and it doesnât help that meow yuan and nyagenti are both such gentle kitties
gets along with every cats! anyone! your friends that came over for a game night, the sitters when you need to be away for a few days of business trip, the neighbors â everyone! nyagenti has no enemies
out of everyone, nyagenti gets along best with nyelt, nyan heng and meowhill. meowhill and nyagenti used to share a past it seemed as the two cats hit it off right away while the norweigan forest cat got used to the presence of nyan heng and nyelt very quickly
tends to yap sometimes â more like pray to someone or something â but isnât as bad as meowhill or nyaturine
doesnât really mind bath times but he prefers grooming more than bath times. he has a beautiful long fur and theyâre very dense and thick so it takes the whole day for him to finally become dry so, please letâs just settle on grooming? he can bring over the brushes for you!
a very big gift giver! shiny jewels, pretty leaves that just fell, nice shaped rocks, cockroachesâ nope. nuh-uh. you are NOT getting cockroaches as a gift even though the thought is sweeâ OH MY GOD HE DROPPED THE COCKROACH ON YOUR BED!!!1!1!
yeah⊠your friend looks at you as if youâve finally lost your mind when they came over one day and saw hundreds of rat poisons, bug and insect killing sprays just racked on your shelf like youâre gonna sell them. in return you simply deadpanned back and pointed at nyagenti who already had another cockroach in his mouth
how did you ended up having nyagenti? who knows. at this point you gave up on trying to keep track of how, when, where you got your cats from. he probably just made himself known in your house one day and you simply accepted the sign from cat distribution system no.195826592649
such a gentlemanly cat. you joke that he can kiss the back of your hand to the guests and guess what? one day, nyagenti actually did do that. the look on the guestâs face will forever live rent free in your mind
really likes red roses for some reason. thankfully, roses arenât toxic to cats unlike some other flowers such as lily, daffodil, hyacinths but nyagentiâs love for red roses nearly borderlines on obsession in a sense
when asking the vet if there could be any reason or explanation for this, they simply patted your back, told you that you had a tendency to attract weird cats and shooed you out. not fully, but they lowkey did that and said âroses have a nice scent that tends to attract cats or dogs. they might end up taking a bite from the flower but it isnât poisonous or toxic, so no need to worryâ
still, youâre getting tired of constantly living with red rose petals thrown everywhere in your house. so much so you have gotten used to it and just decided to leave it be. if your friend comes over and sees the rose petals as something romantical, you simply shove nyagenti into their faces
unlike the other cats, nyagenti isnât the most clingy or affectionate cat. though, that isnât to say he is cold and distant, he does love you! but he just shows it in small ways and in quiet manners
bringing over his brush for you to help him groom his beautiful thick fur, waking you up gently in the morning with soft meows and gentle licks, even knowing to turn on the AC on a warm temperature after your shower because you always come out shivering
and he is definitely the one who leaves the fresh red roses on your bedside nightstand every morning you wake up
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fem reader x sunday, aventurine, jing yuan, boothill + blade ( separate ) ; arguments. angst if you squint. apologies. controlling tendencies in sundayâs. petnames used; my dear - sweetheart - my angel - darlinâ. reasoning for argument explained in each charas hc. â đ masterlist.

â SUNDAY
you were sure it was something that sunday never meant deliberately, but instead it came naturally with his more⊠protective personality traits. he was a worrier and maybe he was just more unaware that it came across to be controlling; the people you interacted with, your freedom to roam around penacony unaccompanied⊠he was always watching.
heâd also echo that âit is for your own benefit, my dear. i must ensure your safety, that is my sworn duty afterall, is it not?â
and itâs true, you were not ignorant to the fact that as oak family head sunday may have enemies, even enemies of the family themselves could use you as a means of leverage over him but that didnât make it any less⊠suffocating.
but he always had his own effective ways of luring you back to him, to comfort you within his own means.
which is why itâs almost cruel the way sundayâs letting his cock rest inside of your pussy, deliberately not moving as he watches you twitch with need â desperate for him to do anything except look down at you with that same oh so patient expression heâs wearing now. itâs like heâs unknowingly trying to wear down your resolve by taking his time admiring your expressions, trying to listen to your reasoning when youâre babbling on the end of his cock, begging for friction was not an easy task.
nonetheless, he doesnât think heâll ever get used to seeing that (still beautiful) little frown, especially when itâs directed at him.
ânow now, my dear. there is no need to fuss.. you know i simply canât stand when you are upset with me.â the tone of sundayâs voice feels like it drips through you, itâs almost condescending but thereâs a gentle, loving undertone that feels familiar for you when it curls down your spine, feeling like it ignites something inside of you.
heâs sure to lean in to smear a kiss along your temple before he continues, he knows how much you like when he does that. âdo you remember what i told you? everything i do is with your best intentions at heart, or do you feel that is otherwise not the case?â you feel a pang in your own chest at his words, like heâs appealing to that adoring part of you that he values so much, coaxing it back to him with a barely moving stutter of his hips that isnât much; but with how heâs holding out on you it makes you twitch.
and sunday softens as he watches you, before he continues.
âalthough i know you would never tell me my means of showing my adoration for you could be considered too.. overbearing, would you? or am i wrong for thinking as such?â
youâre shaking your head quickly before sunday can even finish his sentence with a question, responding with something thatâs a little whispery and choked off, âi know, i wouldnât.â you hiccup and the man over you coosâfeathers shuddering at the sweet sound. âiâm sorry, just.. please, just fuck me!â
ohâhe loves you like this, pliant and pretty beneath him and youâre all his, so he decides that heâll reward you with a few teasing thrusts as your tight cunt squeezes down around him at the sudden friction youâve been craving. âthere is no need to apologise my dear, unless you have done something that requires repentance?â heâs closer this time when he leans over you â brushing his nose along your jawline as he inhales the familiar scent of your perfume thatâs now mixed with his own scent, making something carnal boil in his stomach.
your fingers and toes curl tight, so driven by your own yearning for bliss, but you still find it in yourself to shake your head at the question, and sunday chuckles.
âheh, it is as i thought. i simply do not want to put you in a position where you may be taken from me.â his teeth nip softly at your jawline as you lean into him, lifting your otherwise bleary gaze to meet his own all-consuming one as he smiles, kindhearted despite the way heâs making your lungs and insides quake. âyou are aware of your importance to me, are you not? or must i remind you by⊠other means, hm?â
your lips part, almost quietlyâwordlessly until he offers you another thrust and the pleasure it plants to bloom makes you arch as you manage out a strangled, soft little please! anything, i just need you! as you lashes flutter.
your answer pulls a groan from sunday nonetheless, itâs a sweet sound that makes your insides curl and ache when itâs followed up with another languid roll of his hips â deliberately pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you that has your lips parting to moan his name.
âvery well, my angel. then allow me to extend my most sincere apologies to you.â as much as sundayâs words may feel otherwise insincere, you know that he would never ignore your comfort despite his own anxieties. so heâll simply ask your accompanying guards to keep a more casual distance next time they escort you around penacony, maybe then you would feel less trapped.
like the door to the birds cage has been propped open just enough for them to explore the locked room the cage otherwise resides in, heâs simply expanding your territory is all.
he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs with how intoxicating you look beneath him as he readyâs himself to begin a pace. but you feel his fingers tighten around your jaw before heâs forcing your gaze to meet his with the next deep push of his cock into your cunt.
âfret not, i will ensure your satisfaction with this outcome, it is my utmost priority afterall.â

â AVENTURINE
you and aventurine rarely argued⊠but there was a particularly noticeable strain whenever a certain topic seemed to emerge in your relationship. notably so, whenever he seemed to have little to no regard for his own life, using it as a bargaining chip or a means to acquire intel.
he seen no value in himself and given who he wasâwhere he came from, he served to gain a lot more than he had to lose. high risk, high rewards was something that he frequently lived by but what he never really considered was how that made you feel when he opted to risk dying by that same motto. he always had a way of talking himself out of the topic of conversation but it never squashed it no matter how good he was at it, so youâre hellbent on making him hear you now as you grind yourself down onto his cock.
aventurine looks up at you from where his head is resting back into the pillows on his bed, hair mused as he digs it back beneath him and the grin on his pretty features almost seems misplaced given the situation.. the topic.
âhey now, is it really something to get upset about? if all thatâs at risk is my neck, whatâs the loss? especially when i stand to gain so much.â he drawls in that same saccharine tone that he always used with you. youâre resting above him, thighs straddling his hips as you press the shaft of his pretty cock between your folds, rubbing your slick along the length of him. but you still canât quite ignore the heavy weight in your chest despite the lust that licks at your spine.
âyou have other means to gamble with; money, information..â your words are a soft mule when aventurine deliberately meets the next roll of your hips with one of his own, like heâs coaxing you to drop the topic despite the way you stubbornly refuse to.
thatâs exactly why youâre not letting him have as much of you as he wants until you know your words are reaching him. but before you can continue listing the long list of other means your lover has at his disposal, he snorts beneath you.
âplease, even the ipc are aware of my disposability and whatâs more tempting than a game with high stakes? having no surviving family members only lessens the draw backâanyway, i emerged victorious so it was a worthwhile bet.â you find it to be quite fascinating how aventurine treats himself with so little regard. he truly seen himself as a pawn, as something that would be forgotten about completely if one of his deals fall through and he pays for it with his life.
instead of the person he truly is.. the one he deserves to live to be, and it makes you ache terribly.
âbut if you lose, what happens to me?â you whisper and keen, peering at him from where heâs gazing up at you and his thighs quiver beneath you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. âyour possessions are nothing to me but trinkets unless youâre there to accompany them.â
âoh? i donât think i quite understand what you mean.â the feeling of your body against aventurineâs is truly captivating, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh.
âi donât want to lose you, donât you see thatâs why iâm upset. iâd cry for you.. mourn you.â you lean and settle down above him as you take his cheeks in your palms and for the first time since this exchange started, his smile drops.
aventurine looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotionsâall while heâs mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him. he feels you begin to press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips.
itâs an almost vulnerable sound, like youâve just taken your heart in his handsâhe wonders if youâd be as mad as you are now if he offered his life up to you instead, he trusts youâd treat it well.. he knows you wouldnât ask for anything in return either.
aventurine swallows once before he returns to his usual demeanour and you feel his fingertips squeeze into your skin before heâs twisting his neck to meet the next press of your lips with his own. its softer than the kisses youâve shared before and it makes you feel terribly warm, looking up to realise that heâs already gazing at you when you pull away to continue with another sinful roll of your hips.
he chuckles, âwell it seems⊠i have a little more to lose than i thought, hah. however will i repay you, i wonder?â
âjust be careful, please?â as he expected, its a soft requestâyou donât ask much from him but just to be, and he finds himself gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him. aventurine suddenly feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock and suddenly he realises the weight of everything he truly has to lose.
âoh, you can count on that, although i donât think thatâs an equal deal and im all about playing fairâŠâ
he takes another greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock before he draws himself back completely and he huffs when he gives you a teasing look from beneath you, âso how about i start here, instead?â he drawls, as you finally feels the head of his cock press against the entrance to your sweet pussy and you gasp as he pushes into you, slowly and gently.

â JING YUAN
itâs not that youâre notably upset about jing yuanâs responsibilities or his lacking presence considering how busy he would get at work. it would be silly for you to be ignorant to how busy he was as general of the luofu, so it was never something you notably brought up to him. ofcourse, you missed himâbut it was an emotion you kept to yourself, not overwhelming enough to risk an argument over.
but, your lover still finds it vital for him to makeup his absence to you in a way that reminds you of how much he adores you⊠just incase youâve forgotten while heâs been gone. itâs like he is immediately aware of the yearning residing inside of you without it ever being spoken out loud, irritatingly so when he seems to be wearing that same smug grin on his lips as he does.
âcome now, my dear. i didnât realise youâd become so sensitive in my absence.â jing yuan breathes, a teasing undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, and his hands massage your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around his thick cock.
every stroke feels like an apology, every press against the sweet nerves inside of you making you keen. it was almost insufferable how well he was able to fill you up, your walls trembling around the thick spread of him only after a few days apartâyouâre already struggling to stave off your orgasm but itâs more to prove a point rather than anything else.
jing yuan only seems to feed on your reactions like this though, despite how eager you are to always welcome him homeâhe still finds it an essential feat for him to apologise for your time apart anyway. although he would much rather hear how much youâve missed him while heâs been gone, so he continues âwell it would be rude of me to not tend to your needs, wouldnât you agree? you neednât have to ask.â
he noses against your cheek as he presses you beneath him, itâs just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you smugly. thereâs a familiar gleam in his gaze when you lift your own to meet it,
âstop doing that,â you gasp, strained and choked because despite your reluctance to admit it.. you did feel much more sensitive after a few days away from him. but maybe it was the idea of jing yuan making it up to you when he returned home that had you staving off dealing with your own creeping needsâalthough youâd rather he not know that.
not when heâs already teasing you enough as is,
âand what may that be? i am simply seeing to my most important duties, thereâs no need to make a fuss.â the general over you hisses when he feels your pussy flex around his heavy cock at his words, like itâs a little payback for how heâs handing you right now. you manage to mumble something ineligible backâsomething that has a chuckle falling from jing yuanâs lips when he begins a steady pace because he thinks itâs as sweet as ever.
and you pout as he looks over you, although overcome with the pleasure he gives you regardless. âi feel like youâre teasing me. whatâs your p-plan?â
âhm? was it not obvious that i missed you just as much as you have missed me?â his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek as his cock twitches when you look up at him again.
you feel so good, you can barely find it in yourself to be anything other than grateful at how well he treats you.. even if he is insufferably teasing when he wants to be.
but still, you try just to wipe that grin off of his faceâ âi didnât say that! youâve just been busy with work⊠who said i missed you?â you grumble, teasing him as you find yourself suddenly turning away to avoid his lazy, lidded gaze and he chuckles before offering you a particularly sharp thrust.
itâs enough to make you have to grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over youâhis hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face.
he looks almost a little too smug at the pleasure he knows hes giving you, yet⊠you canât help but crumble.
âoh? but i have reason to believe otherwise, my dear.â he rocks his huge body into yours again, and you know what heâs referring to when your pussy squeezes around him in that ever so tight, saccharine grip that only seems to beg him for even more, and he lifts a brow at you as you prove his point. âso allow me to apologise for not returning to you sooner.â
you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter, he had a job to do afterall⊠he simply couldnât have you mad at him, even if itâs only an excuse for him to spoil you.
âi will make it up to you as many times as you please.â

â BOOTHILL
boothill has a bad habit, mostly due to his past experiences and the things that have been⊠taken from him. but he was a runner; although it was never meant to hurt your feelings, it was more the fear of having something so close that the sudden idea of it him losing it once more made him seize up, it drove him away and he knows itâs selfish.
but he couldnât lose you, so he ranâtook on a job that took him from you for a good few weeks when he left without a word and even the thought of that sweet expression on your face crumbling made the space in his chest that was once occupied still ache. but because he still wants to be with you, he always seems to come backâitâs like heâs hoping heâll return to you and youâll kick him to the curb and tell him to get lost, for your sake.
but you never do, even despite the pout on your features and the cloudy look in your gaze when you blink up at boothill standing in your doorway, you donât tell him to leave. thereâs an apologetic, charming grin on his features but you can tell thereâs a longing wrapped up beneath there too.. regret, or maybe thatâs just what youâre hoping for.
âcome on, darlinâ canât stand when yâre all mad at me like this. ainât movinâ âtil ya talk to me.â he sighs from where heâs got you pressed in his lap.
youâre arching your back to press your chest closer to the cool metallic touch of boothillâs and your cunt flexes around his mechanical cock when it only serves to push him deeper. youâd think given his absence and the fact heâs the reason youâre mad in the first place, that heâd be more than happy to make it up to you. but insteadâheâs halting your movements and almost torturing you as he holds you still against him, refusing to give you the pleasure youâve been missing out on since he left⊠not until you atleast look at him again.
âyou left me, w-what do you expect?â your voice is strained, hurt and it makes the galaxy ranger beneath you hiss like it stings him. itâs not as familiar as the soft tone thats usually reserved for him is and he canât help but find himself yearning for that same sultry drawl once more as he gives you a tired, regretful look.
âawh, fudge. ya know i never wanna leave ya, sweetheart. âts complicated is all.â boothillâs jaw clenches as you watch him sink back into the chair heâs hauled up on in your living roomâtipping his hat off of his head to cast it aside with his next sigh so he can really look at you as his other hand continues to sink into your hips.
he knows youâre not gonna let him off easy with this one and⊠he canât really blame you either.
âthen why canât you atleast tell me, instead of just u-up and leaving.. just like that! what if something happened to you?â your voice hiccups slightly as you readjust yourself on his lap, and itâs like boothill can feel all the pain heâs brought to you despite his absence.
he grits his teeth as he meets your gaze, âainât nobody gonâ take me from ya, thatâs for sure. theyâll sooner be eatinâ bullets, so ya ainât gotta worry âbout that.â his voice is low and smoothâas self assured as always and the tone has your back curling when he leans in closer as if to emphasis it. thereâs something intimate in the way the movement makes his hips roll against yours and your body feels so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. âlisten here, i know i fudged up real bad but cmon, ya really gonâ make me beg?â
ânobody took you from me because you left, it was you.â boothill picks up on the way your voice shakes and its scarily instantaneous the way his fingertips reach out to brush against your cheek, to comfort you, as you lean into the familiar cold metal press of his palm. âdo you know how that felt?â
âi do, cause i sure am feelinâ somethinâ right now, sweetheart.â his words reply quietly, but the small little call of his voice urges you to blink up at him again and for the first time, you smile. he knows youâve got a lot more unpacking to do, but for nowâhe hopes youâll atleast let him offer you this until you both have a real talk about it.
boothillâs free hand smoothes along the shape of your hips as he appreciates every part of youâbasking in the way your soft skin squishes beneath his movements and he huffs out a laugh before he offers you his first, real thrust. its slow and languid and nowhere near enough, but he still canât help but feel completely enamoured by the way your lips part to gasp because youâre still as beautiful as the day he left you.
âshhhh, there we go, a bet that feels much better for ya, donât it? i sure got a lot of makinâ up to do, i bet. so, ya gonâ give me a chance to make it up to ya?â he hums before thrusting into you again and you hold onto him with the next, hands pressing against the machinery in his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he lets his hand leave your cheek to join the other on your hips this time as he begins a pace, a little rougher and full of want as the sound of your skin slapping against him echos and he pulls you into him more.
youâre closer now, lips almost pressed to boothillâs ear and he can hear every pretty whine that falls from between them as he ruts up into you. but âi just want you to talk to me.â catches him off guard and he turns to look at you when he hears it.
his cock is still smoothing along all of your sweet spots effortlessly but thereâs a sudden softness to the way his lips quickly press against yours when you catch his gaze. its a contrast to how ruthlessly heâs fucking into youâthis is gentle, feeling his cold fingers smooth along the side of your cheek again before he pulls away just as quickly, and he offers you one of his usual smirks when he looks at you this time.
âyer real stubborn for somethinâ so fudginâ sweet, ainât ya, darlinâ? but alrightâalls well, no harm done, i ainât leavinâ ya again anytime soon.â boothill offers you the reassurance under his breath and as much as you want to accept it as enoughâyou both know itâs going to take time. but heâs willing to work and that is something that you are sure of as you feel a familiar rush of warmth in your veins, letting yourself completely give in to him as lets you use him for your own pleasure.
he chuckles,
âwe can get into this later, right nowâhow about ya show me what iâve been missinâ?â

â BLADE
it was just the sort of person blade was truly, youâd tried so hard to convince yourself of thatâthat he wasnât exactly a man who would give anyone he didnât truly enjoy the presence of the time of day. but you couldnât help the pang for your anxieties, the insecurities knowing that your relationship didnât resemble much of the usual one.
there was rarely any affection from the otherwise cold stellaron hunter and although you never expected him to be the type to kiss you in a crowd or confess his love to you in company, sometimes you just needed some simple reassurance that⊠he really did want a relationship with you like he said he did, albeit in very short words.
but, blade has his own ways of trying to get his point across.
which is why his dark hair is already mused from your hands and youâve both left a trail of clothes in your wake no doubt that lead to where he resides for now. heâd caught you off guard when heâd came to you, kissing you hard before youâve both ended up where you areâwith the weight of his hips leaning against yours and his fingers groping almost too tight into your skin.
but the thing that surprises you the most, is when blade follows up one of his particularly sharp, rough thrusts with a kiss thatâs so gentle it almost seems misplaced amongst his otherwise sharp exterior. although, you canât help but find yourself arching into the soft touch, closerâespecially when itâs followed by another deep kiss of his cock and another smeared kiss as his large hands bruise into your skin.
âwhy are you being so affectionate suddenly?â part of you didnât want to askâalmost deciding to just live selectively ignorant and bask in the rare affection that your lover was giving you. but it seemed⊠off, and as much as you desired more from him, you would never force him into a place of discomfort due to your own selfish gain.
but, even with your questionâblade gives you another, albeit shorter kiss before he answers, gruff and low. âwhy? is this not what you desired?â his words a hum, although you barely pick up on them from where heâs grinding into your pussy.
his answer makes something warm seem to rattle beneath your skin because, he truly was doing this for you but still, you canât help but find yourself thinking whether he really wants to or if itâs just something he seems to think is a requirement. although its selfish, you canât help but find yourself wanting to bask in itâeven just for a short while, because his cock reaches so deep it has your toes curling and youâd be lying if you said you didnât like this new side of him, even if it was an act.
but because you value blade more than that, you find it in yourself to pry. âyou donât have to force yourself to be affectionate i-if.. if you donât want to be.â your lashes flutter as you speak, and you meet his hips with your own everytime he rocks forward.
but still, the press of his lips and squeeze of his hands on you doesnât cease. instead, he only seems to offer you a dissatisfied sort of growl at your statement before he slows his pace, albeit only slightly as you still jolt beneath him with every wet connection.
âi told you before. i do not do things that i myself find unnecessary, this is simply the opposite.â blade pushes his cock up against something sensitive inside of you as he speaks, and any anxieties you had about his sudden affectionate tendencies melt with his next quick thrust â leaving you breathless, mindless as he forces his cock deeper into your pussy with the next smear of his lips along your cheek.
ânow, as i asked prior, will it do?â he hisses this time, his words are a little sharper with the way youâre squeezing tight around him but when itâs followed by the gentleness in which he kisses along your features before nibbling at your jaw, you donât even notice.
instead you canât help but yearn to have blade closer so you donât hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders before youâre arching into him, leaning into every press of his mouth until youâre turning to meet the next with your own.
âwhatever you can give is fine.â
âi hope to provide you with whatever you seek is all. but, very well..â so he kisses you, unbashfully rough and full of teeth as he fucks into you ruthlessly, but this one seems to warm you a little more than the rest do with his next words, âas i please then.â

May I request BootHill and Argenti with a crush whoâs reckless and accidentally confessed due to a particularly bad injury?
Crush doesnât care for getting injured at all and always brushes off their concerns when they get injured but one day they just get rlly badly hurt and when they try to do the usual
âIâm okayâ
It just kinda snaps in the boys?
(Sorry if this is too much)


Boothill
âYou fudging idiot!â Boothill screamed when he saw the massive gash on your side. âYouâve gone and gotten yourself hurt again!â
âIâm okay.â You said as casually as you could while trying not to wince as Boothill began to put pressure on your wound to prevent it from bleeding out further. The gash fucking killed but you werenât about to let him know how much it hurt, you refused to as youâve dealt with far worse.
You havenât, actually, that was a fucking lie to begin with.
âIâm okayâ they say.â Boothill scoffs, âyeah right, youâve only gone and done it now! For forkâs sake would it kill you to actually act like you want to fudging live for once?!â
He knew you were a reckless spirit for the moment you first met, you were someone who didnât care how many scars would litter your skin, only caring about finishing the mission no matter how debilitating the pain was. At first he didnât care to know your name nor your reasoning as to why you act the way you did, but when he started to feel something for you, thatâs when he began to worry himself sick over you.
Boothill genuinely wondered whether or not you cared that you lived after each and every suicide mission, you couldnât be mended or rebuilt like he could, you werenât invincible as youâd like to this you were and Boothill could only hope that today served as a reminder of that.
Boothill didnât want to lose you, he couldnât bare it as heâs already lost his friends, family and his darling Arabella whoâs smile so wide you could see the her gap tooth on full display. Arabella was just learning to walk when she was taken from him along with everyone else who meant everything to him; Revenge was his only motive and loosing you would only make him surrender to it a hell of lot faster.
âIf all youâre going to do is shout about how stupid I am then you can fuck off and leave me here to die since Iâm such a idiot in your eyes, mr spaghetti western.â You barked, hating Boothillâs unnecessary comments and hating the worried look within his eyes even more, it made you feel useless and pathetic.
Boothill looked at you as though youâve grown a second head, lost on how that was the conclusion you came to, you must be delirious from the blood loss. âFork me do I have to spell it out for you- I like you fudging dummy!â He exclaimed. âIâm mad not because I hate you but because youâre hurt and Iâm scared of loosing you darling!â He chuckled humourlessly as he presses his forehead against yours, the one time where he was glad that his face was the last places where he could feel your warmth seep into him. âYour recklessness has me on the edge of insanity more than once sweetheart. I mean do you know just how much it hurt to see you like this? I might as well have gone on a tirade and hunt down every son of a nice lady who played a part in your scars.â
You remained in stunned silence.
This confession wasnât something you were expecting from someone like Boothill, it made you wonder whether you were imaging this for yourself, and the reality was that he wasnât actually here with you and you were indeed dying alone with no one to provide you company other then dead corpses waiting for you to join them. So in hopes of proving yourself wrong, you lifted a hand to his cheek, watched as he melted against it, his warmth seeping into your skin.
He was here.
Boothill was here and this was real, all this was real.
âI like you too your silly cowboy.â You whispered before pressing a tender kiss to his plush lips. A battlefield wasnât a great place for a confession nor for love to blossom but if that was the case then why did it feel so right for the both of you in that moment.
Later you were taken to medical and Boothill, your official partner, went back to talking your ear off about how reckless you were, but would press kisses to your forehead and hands to let you know that heâll take care of you from now on.
Argenti hated it whenever you came back from missions injured and your carelessness towards the scrapes and bruises that littered your body didnât exactly help either.
âIâm fine.â You said after spraining an ankle.
âIâll live.â You waved him off dismissively after hurting your side during a mission.
It seemed as though you never held yourself in the same regard as he did, and Argenti couldnât help but feel his heart break the more and more he witness you disregard other peopleâs concern, acting though you had a paper cut rather then a wound that wound take you out of action for a good couple of weeks.
So when he found you with your back pressed up against a wall and a deep gash on your leg that made it hard for you to stand never less walk.
âMy beloved rose!â He cried as he rushed to your side, setting aside his weapon as he inspected the wound.
âIâm okay, itâs only a small gash.â You told him but Argenti wasnât about to hear it, not this time. He wasnât going to allow you the chance to dismiss him when you were severely injured. So when he levelled you with a stare, you began to wish you could take back your words as seeing such a stern expression on a man as beautiful as Argenti was actually downright terrifying. âThis is vastly different than a small gash, this is a serious injury that could alter your lifeâs trajectory for good if we treat it with such disregard as you have done with previous injuries.â He told you with a seriousness that had you listen to him.
âAnd why do you care?â You asked.
âIâve always cared.â Argenti replied straightforward, âevery injury Iâve cared. I worried for your health, your well-being, both physical and mental, but you donât seem to do the same and that pains me because you are so-â
â-reckless?â You cut in, having heard the same thing from pretty much everyone and believing Argenti would be no different from them.
â-beautiful.â Argenti said and your breath caught in your throat. âYou are so beautiful to me, my rose. I have found myself grown quite fond of you in a short amount of time that any pain caused to you might as well be my own.â He finished as he saw the conflicting emotions within your eyes and prays that you could find the truth within his words.
âWhy?â You asked. âWhat would a knight of beauty want with a reckless idiot like me?â
Argenti smiled softly. âYou may be reckless but you are far from an idiot my dear, I like you a lot and I merely say this in fear of a future where I may never get the chance to do so for multiple reasons. Whether or not you accept is solely up to you.â Argenti felt as though he had finally gotten a heavy weight off of his chest, but felt a pinch of anxiety when you didnât respond after a period of time, and began to wonder whether this was a smart move on his behalf.
âI always dreamed of having a knight in shining armour.â You admitted, raising a hand to cup the back of his head. âBut I didnât think that dream would come true until you came along and I knew in that moment I would give you my heart and so much more.â Argenti breathes a sigh of relief as he rests his forehead against your own, nuzzling your noses together briefly. âIâd be more than honoured of being your knight, if youâll let me.â
You chuckled as you looked at him fondly. âIâd be more than happy to my cherry haired beauty.â You replied as Argenti was quick to scoop you in his arms and carried you to the medics, who told you that youâd be out of action for quite a while and Argenti was more then happy to be your caregiver during that time, you couldnât be more happier at the opportunity of being with your knight in shining armour.
hello, jing yuan, aventurine and sunday with a teen!assasin reader who was ordered by their master to kill them but couldnt and [character] took them in due to their young age and frankly them being pitiful
Another similar ask:
hiii, dr ratio aventurine and boothill with an IPC agent/assasin teen!reader?
Reader was practically forced onto assasination, is hardened and doesnt show much emotion due to their past kinda similar to bronya zaychik backstory in the azure waters manga
This post is made in combination with these two asks, so I hope you'll like this!! And thank you to the anons for their request!!<33
Content: Angst, assassination attempts, Reader is a teen assassin that has no direct origin, platonic relationships, father/older brother figures, fluff, some brainwashing on Sundays end, sfw
Characters: Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill
Reader has no set pronouns!!
((Not fully proofread))

ăBOOTHILL


He finds your attempt at killing him rather amusing. Maybe a bit too amusing. He laughed hysterically when he finally pinned you down with ease, thinking this was all just a joke... until he realised that you were serious.
Now, Boothill was used to people trying to off him through various ways, his robotic body the perfect proof for that, but he never had a kid try him before. And he had to admit, that you would've gotten him, if he was still fully human! Truly impressive!
He won't bother asking you where you're from or what you lead him to you in the first place. Once he gets you to settle down and hears you telling him that you can't return to your master until you kill him, he just sighs and scratches his head. Well... he doesn't really want a kid to die at the hands of their abusive master... so he supposes that he'll just have to take you in until he finds a hime for you.
He isn't put off by your emotionless behavior and even understands it very well, if anything. He doubts anyone could be happy under the harsh conditions you grew up in, but that doesn't mean that he won't try and teach you how to loosen up a bit. It doesn't occur to him over time that he never really looked out for a home for you as promised. Perhaps you have found it with him already anyway.

ăSUNDAY


Sunday found your attempt quite saddening, absolutely pitiful and near pathetic, if he felt cruel that day. He felt no worry or fear, knowing that whoever sent you must've been a fool to think that a child could end him of all people, and yet, he doesn't tease nor punish you for it. It wasn't your fault that you were born to be mistreated at such a young age, after all.
He takes you under his wing as a disciple or student in a way. He wants to teach you the "truth" about life and what it means to be alive in the dreamscape. Your dreams can become true here, so why not teach you how to live on after your palms have been stained red forever?
Your emotionless and apathetic behavior does little to deter or bother him. He sees you as a child he had to save before the shadows of this sinful took over you completely. His tuning ability is not spared on you either, if that's what it takes for you to get better. He eventually starts to view you as a little sibling and is delighted when you get along with Robin.
Deep down, he will, however, always feel a little... worried that you may turn around to betray him the way you betrayed your original master by leaving him, too. But he hopes that all his lessons and the home he gave you makes you stay and be grateful for all the love and mercy he had given you

ăAVENTURINE


Similar to Boothill, he finds your attempt amusing at best. Pitiful at worst, as he sees a younger him in your cold gaze. He knows he shouldn't trust you after what you just tried... but he makes a deal with you anyways, after you were forced to take a seat infront of him by some IPC guards. If you beat him in a card game, he'll let you take his life and get away with it. If you lose, then you'll have to allow him to take you in as a little "assistant" of some sort. In reality, he just wants to save you from yourself, this determination even foreign to him yet welcomed bravely.
Unsurprisingly, you lose. He jokes that it must've been due to his unbeatable luck... but he really just rigged the game a little. There was no harm in it, and if anything, he just saved your life through it. Otherwise, the IPC would've just executed you for trying to attack one of their agents. Even if Aventurine doubted, they even cared that much for him... but he won't tell you that either.
He gave you a calming, stress-free life, one far away from all the hurt and death you've been surrounded with since birth. He hears your story and perhaps even shares a part of his own, as he shows you that you are the same in a way. You don't have to kill and hurt anymore under his care, he promises you that and to a younger self he was trying to heal through it.

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fem reader x sunday, aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, blade + jing yuan ( separate ) ; a six character special because i just think aftercare is always a good to think about with your favs. petnames; my dear, my angel, darlinâ, my love. comfort. a lot of cuddling - praise - rest. boothill picks you up. very soft aftercare moments. â đ masterlist.

â SUNDAY
sunday was particularly attentive after losing himself in you completely and he was extremely thorough in his efforts just as much. even despite the way the amber in his gaze is still a little dazed in itself, his usual perfect appearance disheveled and flushedâ his first priority was still always you. he took a lot of pride in taking care of you and it was a role he seemed to step in to quite easily in your relationship.
even when his hips have come to still between your thighs, ceasing their back and forth stutter. you still feel the gentle caress and palm of his hands along your body and hips as he gazes down at you, his chest rising and falling with every shakey breath he takes as he brings himself back down from his blissful state.
itâs an almost fond look sunday gives you, like heâs examining you for any surface aches or bruisesâ it was quite easy for himself to lose control of himself when it came to you afterall, even despite the way he always longed for it. you seemed to untangle the more intricate parts of him quite easy so he felt it only right to make sure you were enjoying the process.
youâre blinking slowly as your eyes gaze up to meet him over you and he gives you a softer, drowsier smile before he leans in to kiss you once with the look. âyou are quite astounding, my dear.â he praises, as he always does in the most intimate moments between you bothâ fingertips still pressing against your skin as you catch your breath and he watches you shudder as he eventually wills himself to pull out of you.
although itâs not without making a mess as sundayâs gaze is for a moment drawn to the way his cum seeps out of your spent pussy, pressing between your still sensitive folds as he sighs almost contently, watching it dampen his expensive sheets. he gets the urge to take his fingers and push it back from where it came, but he notices the tremble of your thighs and decides to spare you the overstimulation⊠this time.
hes still kneeling between your spread legs but his eyes flicker up to you once more to notice you already looking, drowsily.
âi think it is safe to assume you are quite pleased, or am i wrong to assume as such? although it may be hard to deny given your previous⊠reactions, hm?â sunday leans in to have you both share another kiss as he asks, he knows the answer, but he still enjoys feeling you murmur against his lips as you nod out a yes.
although despite how heâs still flushed, itâs swift the way he pushes himself to rest at the edge of the bedâ reaching for the damp cloth that heâd set out for you before youâd both began as he begins to clean up your shared mess. he wipes you gently, paying particular attention the the small hisses you make as he slows his movements and you appreciate the care he takes.
resting it aside again before he rewards you with another kiss and it makes your lashes flutter.
âis there something i may fetch for you? you need only ask and it is yours.â sundayâs voice calls you from your half asleep state of mind as you look up at him, although it also encourages you to roll closer to where heâs resting half on the bed as you answer.
âno, iâm okay for now. a little sticky though and sleepy.â your voice is slightly worn still from your cries of his name earlierâ he can still remember those sweet sounds. but youâre dreamier now, blinking up at him adorably and it makes him hum contently as a means of acknowledgment.
you lean into sundayâs touch quite eagerly when you feel his palm rest against your cheek for a moment, swiping at the skin before heâs pushing himself to stand and you watch him as he crosses the room â comfortable in his nudity after your many shared nights together.
he doesnât go far, making his way to the bathroom to flick on the light before you lose sight of him slightly. instead hearing him quietly start the shower for you both and adjusting the heat no doubt, to the exact temperature you like before you see his figure return and his hand outstretches to reach for you as you rest in his sheets.
you donât hesitate to let sunday take your hand as he comes closer, âare you able to stand, my angel? or would you like me to escort you, it shâant be a problemâ either way i assure you youâll be repaid thoroughly for your efforts.â
you watch him as he brings your hand to his lips with his words, pressing a quick kiss against the instead of your wrist before heâs peppering a softer few half way up the length of your forearm and it makes you burn with the affection he bathes you in.
you push yourself up to meet sunday as he wraps you in him â supporting you as a means to make sure youâre steady on your feet, you use it as an excuse to remain close to him. âi think im okay, just a little shakey. hold me?â youâre aware itâs a simple request but you also know that heâll be more than eager to fulfil it as he presses you close to him, leading you along the elegant space of his bedroom as his hands hold you tightly.
his gaze remains on you completely, proudly as he admires youâ
âif you insist, nonetheless i will stay by your side.â

â AVENTURINE
the moments that lingered afterwards with aventurine were careful, but still with that underlay of sweet intimacy that always seemed to curl its way between you both. he took it seriously and with that you did the same, always taking it as the opportunity to care for eachother and make sure the other was doing okay after giving so much between you both.
but it starts slowâ youâre trembling beneath him where youâre resting now, feeling his cock softening inside of your still twitching walls as his lips trace against your throat gently. you can feel every breath he takes along your spit-soaked nerves as you both lie thereâ quietly, despite your shared breathing and you feel his hair trace ticklishly across your collarbones as he leans into you.
you both bask in it, the careful sort of atmosphere that settles over you both before eventually aventurine makes the first move, sighing before he speaks against the crook of your neck. âwell that was quite the show.â he follows it with a soft chuckle before he pulls back and his eyes are on yours immediately. ânicely done, as expected.â
his words make you smile, softly as you gaze up at him and you take note of the way his hands still seem to be holding you, massaging gently at where they hold you like heâs soothing any unease that may be left behind.
although youâre not sure he even realises heâs doing it himself, he still had his moments of intimacy that were quite difficult for him to express.
aventurine sighs again, although itâs more of a drowsy, content sound than one of annoyance before he carefully slips his cock out of you. he watches you closely as he does, takes note of the crease of your brows at the sensitivity before heâs offering you a soft squeeze to your ankle as a means to settle you, and it does, for the most part despite the way youâre still throbbing at your lingering pleasure.
he realises himself that heâs staring before you point it out and he clears his throat after a few moments before pushing himself to the edge of the bed, âbut before anything else, letâs get you cleaned up.â the usual soft tone he uses seems to return as he reaches to quickly grab a damp cloth from the side of the bed.
itâs not that aventurine was always this prepared but he normally had one atleast within reach if he knew there was a chance he would need it, and there always was when it came to you. although you both know itâs not expected, you both share an appreciation for that too.
but before he reaches for you again he waits, not quite touching you yet as he lifts his gaze to meet yours again and you offer him another one your soft, drowsy smiles when you realise. âits okay.â you hum, granting him what he seeks.
it was a careful push and pull, but it was appreciated.
so with that, aventurine begins to move softlyâ using one hand to move your thighs as he wipes you down with the damp cloth. making sure his movements are careful but also light enough not to hurt you as he peeks at you through swipes, âif itâs too much, just say the word.â he hums, and you do too in aknowledgement.
it doesnât take him long before heâs done and he communicates that with another squeeze to your ankle before youâre pouting at the loss of his touch a moment later. he notices the expression immediately,
âwhy the long face?â aventurine drawls, tilting his head at you, but the usual sly look on his face seems to waver with his next question. âdoes something hurt?â
you answer quite quickly given the implication, âcome here?â and your arms out stretch to reach for him as you do.
you almost see his shoulders drop in relief as soon as he realises the innocence to your request and ofcourse itâs one that heâs quite eager to fulfil. so aventurine does, he finds himself crawling over you once moreâ although itâs different this time even in your shared nudity, itâs with another intention.
but he makes sure to tease you softly regardless, âoh? and here i thought youâd had enough already. then again, ill take it as a compliment.â aventurine smiles, softly as his eyes glimmer beneath the dim lights in his extravagant bedroom and it makes you grumble before reaching up to wrap your arms around him.
he chuckles as you mumble something ineligible under your breath, but heâs sure it was some tight lipped retort so he responds charmingly. âfine.. fine, do your worst.â
although aventurine seems to melt into you almost immediately as you hug into him and he welcomes it by wrapping his arms beneath your waist all the same, taking his previous place against the crook of your neck again before you hum.
âcomfy?â you ask, earnestly and youâre sure you feel his lips smile from where theyâre pressed against your skin before he answers.
âthatâs inevitable. i might even consider this one of my more worthwhile gambles.â aventurine squeezes at your waist as he responds, hugging you a little closer while you keep him pressed over you and you feel quite comfortable despite the way you both still need to really wash the sweat off of you.
but for now this is fine, âcuddling is hardly a gamble, you win regardless.â you giggleâ seemingly getting a little of your energy back and it makes the gambler over you coo, chuckling airily.
âdonât misunderstand, it was a mere reminder.â for anyone else it may seem like a cold sort of response, he knows thatâ so aventurine makes sure to accompany it with a gentle kiss beneath your ear before he follows it with what he really means to say.
âbut yes, you could say victory is assured. although i canât say i donât enjoy reaping the rewards.â you squeeze your arms around him as you listen, like youâre acknowledging the compliment and you do truly appreciate itâ appreciate him and the gentle sort of intimacy that you both seem to have fallen into.
its almost like you had no choice in falling into eachother, it happened naturallyâ like fate willed it to.
but the comfort aventurine seems to bring you now makes your limbs feel suddenly heavy as you yawn beneath him, âdo you want to get up?â you askâ and youâre sure heâs already aware of what you want his answer to be when he offers you another whisper of a kiss against your throat.
youâre sure heâs smirking,
âthis suits me just fine.â

â DR RATIO
there was always a certain seriousness to ratioâs aftercare routine, a certain intricacy that you found great comfort in as you both rest intertwined together now. his body is well trained afterall and a few aches are to be expected given his stature which is why he takes extra care in the moments that linger afterwards.
itâs quiet between you both, asides from your own shared breathes and the way you can hear your heart thudding against your chest, you half wonder if the man over you can hear it too. his hips are still resting snug and tight against yours and you can still feel the steady throb of his cock as it rests inside of youâ softening almost in time with your breathes as his bangs fall handsomely over his gaze.
âif you have any particularly troublesome aches please let them be known before they get out of hand, the sooner we identify them the easier they are to deal with.â the look ratio gives you is gentle as he remains leaning over you, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he wills you to answer his question. your voice is still a little scratchy in your throat, strained from the moans and cries of the very manâs names a few moments ago but still you manage it.
âjust the usual things i think, i donât really know right now.â
âvery well, we mustnât soil the bed more than we already have. a bath may suffice, wouldnât you agree? iâll be sure to get started on it immediately.â he moves from over you quickly but gently, making sure to soothe you as he pulls his cock from your puffy folds and taking a moment to admire the way his cum follows him before soaking the sheets beneath you.
ratio huffs at that a little, but heâs quick to put it out of his mind when he feels you hiss slightlyâ the aches settling in no doubt as he moves to lean against the headboard. his muscled arm rests outstretched and you donât hesitate to gently roll yourself towards it, as he knew you would and he welcomes you, letting you curl up into his chest as you rest in the space between his bicep and his shoulder.
âdonât go right now.â your voice calls softly and it makes ratio hum beside you immediately, large palms smoothing and squeezing along the planes of your body like heâs vigilant heâs hurt you in some wayâ although he was probably more aware of your limits than he is his own. you just blink up at him,
âsomething the matter?â he asks curtly when you donât continue, a smooth drawl that makes you curl into him a little closer and he welcomes you with another squeeze.
âno, i just want to rest for a bit longer.â itâs an innocent little statementâ it was true there was no rush for him to leave, he was quite comfortable having you against him. his fingertips press gently beneath your chin as he tilts your head up towards his own and he leans in, a movement you welcome quite eagerlyâ
âwell.. in just a moment then. will that suffice?â ratio grumbles before heâs leaning in to kiss you on the lips, then another as the next lingers a little longer â twisting into the give of your mouth as his tongue teases yours. but in an instant, heâs pulling away and you canât help but find yourself pouting about it.
the muscles in his chest bounce as he scoffs at your new expression, charmingly, as his bangs fall along his face again and he truly did resemble one of the most beautiful sculptures beneath you. expertly carved lines and muscle, handsome features but they were truly timeless. he makes a show of clearing his throat when he notices you staring,
âyou should rest, my dear. iâll call for you when itâs ready, until then just⊠just be gentle with yourself, wonât you? overexertion isnât good for anyone.â ratioâs gaze is soft and assuring when he speaks but his words only urge you to cuddle in a little closer and he continues to do the exact opposite of what he says heâs going to as you do.
âi will⊠but youâre really comfy right now so you canât move.â you blink up at him, sleepy and still dazed from the remnants of your lingering pleasure.
so he rests there, just for a little while longer, maybe due to the way heâs still feeling a little softer himself from his own orgasm but he doesnât mind it too much. your head rests against ratioâs shoulder and you feel his arm around you begin to trace softly along the length of your spine.
you know heâll get up soonâ he couldnât quite stand to rest in his own sweat and fluids but youâre sure the intimacy will continue when youâre both resting in the warm press of the bath water, he always makes sure to fill it with your favourite soak after your nights together. he looks at you again, youâre sure thereâs a million thoughts behind his eyes but his full attention remains on you,
âvery well, i guess that fits within the bounds of reason considering your current state. but only for a moment, you will be much more comfortable when we are through cleaning up, of that i can assure you.â

â BOOTHILL
boothill couldnât help but take aftercare seriously â especially knowing the capabilities of his body and it was near impossible for him not too get a little carried away in the moments heâs watching your reactions. so he always felt it to be a sort of apology afterwards for being so rough with you, not that you were ever one to complain but he also liked the way you seemed to cling to him a little tighter too.
you feel the cool metal press of the galaxy rangerâs palms squeeze at your thighs as he presses them down on the mattress beneath youâ admiring the way your slick is coating the metal of his cock and giving it a sheen that heâs sure would get his heart racing if he still had one.
sometimes boothill almost feels it still beat like a phantom pain of sorts, although it tends to be everytime he looks at you rather than just now. but youâre blinking up at him real pretty from where youâre pressing your head back into the pillowsâ wet eyed and dazed from your orgasm and heâs pretty sure that look alone wouldâve made it skip a few beats aswell.
âdinât hurt ya did i, darlinâ? almost got me carried away with how fudginâ sweet ya were lookinâ back there.â his words carry an affectionate sort of drawl as his hands continue to massage and palm at your skin, gently as he lets you settle.
âiâm okay, donât worryâ it felt really good.â youâre smiling up at boothill as you answer, letting a small airy sort of laugh fall from your lips and he canât help but hum in appreciation at the praise from you.
he nods at you, although the smile on his lips is hard to miss as he does, âyeah, thatâs good.â and his fingers continue to squeeze at your bodyâ making their way higher up the planes of your skin until heâs pinching at your waist playfully and it makes your legs kick out slightly at the ticklish touch. it only takes a moment before heâs closing the distance to share a few playful kisses with you, humming. âya take it real well, yâ know that? fudgeâ canât say i ainât crazy for it.â
thereâs a certain softness to boothill as he pecks at your skin between your giggles, leaning into your hands as they reach up to cup his cheeks and pull him closer. until he eventually (unfortunately) begins to ease himself from you, although his hands remain on your body as he doesâ you almost donât notice the way his movements have turned to affectionate brushes of your skin instead, soothing you as he pulls out,
but you do notice that he seems a little lost in thought before he speaks again.
âya really are somethinâ special, ainât ya?â its a quiet confession, barely audible given the way youâre still a little cloudy in your hormone-drunken state, but it still makes your breathing hitch slightly. boothill only seems to emphasis his thought process by leaning in to give you a longer kiss with his next breath, breathing into you before heâs finally (begrudgingly) pulling away completely and outstretching his hand towards you.
he shows you one of his more charming grins as he pushes himself to the edge of the bed and you find yourself drawn to him almost immediately as you turn onto your side. âhow âbout we get ya cleaned up, huh? just gotta leave it all tâ me.â
boothill points his free hand towards his chest as he nods assuringlyâ not that it was ever something you questioned, you were aware that heâd do whatever you asked. but you still appreciate the fact that in your most vulnerable, intimate moments, he had no trouble reminding you of that.
it makes something bloom in your chest when your hand reaches out to rest in his, and he helps you to the edge of your bed with a gentleness that some may find to be misplaced for the galaxy ranger. but you find it to be quite normal yourself,
âiâll take care of ya, sweetheart. lil unsteady on the ole feet i bet, ainât that right?â
boothill welcomes you into his arms quite easily, the heavy machinery of his body only emphasising his strength when he has no trouble moving you closer to him. but even now, he still treats your body kindlyâ well aware of your sensitive state as he gathers you against his chest and itâs with little effort that heâs able to lift you against him.
despite how others may see itâ you found the press of metal against your overheating, naked body to be grounding, and that alone was enough to warm you from the inside out as you hug yourself closer into your lovers chest. your eyes flutter drowsily as he begins to walk you both to the bathroom and you feel him hum when he pulls you close enough for him to rest his lips against your temple.
you can feel him smiling softly as he speaks,
âhold tight, ainât a chance iâm droppinâ ya.â

â BLADE
blade was most times rough whenever you both slept togetherâ sharp edges and blunt thrusts until youâre reduced to something drooling and trembling beneath his huge body. but despite all that, more so because of that, he tried to take care of you after as best as he could.
in his own type of way and you found that in itself to be quite charming.
you feel the aches begin to settle beneath your skin quite quickly as blade pulls back from his place caging you against the bed. his large palms smooth along the underside of your thighs when he finally allows them to fall from where he had them folded against your chest.
but not without holding you gently as he sets them downâ stroking affectionately at your ankle while he does. âis there something you require?â he seems to try to deliberately soften his voice as he asks, but it still comes out as a sort of low growl given the effort heâs just put into fucking you into the mattress.
still, you manage to give blade a look, a softer sort of one thatâs still a little wet-eyed from your orgasm and the load thatâs currently seeping out from between your folds. you blink, still feeling a little dreamy and shakey but his hand remains wrapped around your ankle as he waits for your answer, kneeling between your spread thighs.
âwater would be nice and a wet cloth.â you hum softly as you move, pushing yourself deeper into the mattress in the stellaron hunters room before he grunts in acknowledgment. itâs almost instantly the way he moves himself to the edge of the bed before he goes to stand, quite comfortable in his nudity as his now soft cock rests against his thigh.
âthen i shall see to it.â it was quite charming honestly, the ways in which blade tried to give you what you required without a second thought at all.
but he still seems to be a little confused when he feels your hand wrap around his arm before he can push himself up off of the mattress completely, turning to give you a questioning look and a grunt over his shoulder.
âin a second though, can we just stay like this for a bit first?â your words are like a soft little plea and after a few shared blinks between you and blade, he urges himself in the bed next to you as he props up a few pillows against the headboard. he helps you rest back on them like youâve been gravely injured in a fight.
âas you wish.â he mumbles and part of you wants to giggle at how cute he seems. but you only wriggle closer to find yourself cuddling up against his chest instead as he sighs, letting his back rest against the headboard while you send him a still wobbly, pleased grin from where youâre resting against him.
bladeâs always a little stiff at first, like heâs trying to figure out how he should act when heâs got you pressed against his chestâ your fingertips restlessly stroking against the muscle beneath you. eventually heâll relax, give into your body heat and let himself just be for a bit and you think thatâs when you really find it hard to even keep yourself awake as he watches you.
you hum as you feel your eyes closing, rolling your cheek against bladeâs chest and something similar to a whimper falls from your lips when you try to get comfortable, suddenly aware of the sensitivity between your thighs as you do.
but bladeâs voice sounds quite quickly given your reactionâ although quiet as his fingers swipe featherlight across your cheek, meant as a means to soothe you. âcareful now.â he grumbles as he watches you before letting his arm push beneath you to move you into a comfier position himself.
itâs quite nice actually, to feel almost cradled by the stellaron hunter as he holds you close enough to let you bury his face in the crook of his neck. you show your appreciation for the help with a little kiss pressed against his collarbone before he speaks once more,
âyou may rest as long as you need.â blade assures you, like heâs happy to rest thereâ unmoving if it means you got to nap comfily against him. you appreciate that.
you sigh, âiâm definitely tired now.â a given considering the positions and the⊠energy thatâs been consumed the last hour (atleast). but blade seems as well put together as always, he only seems to offer you a squeeze in acknowledgment as his hand rests on your hips.
âyes, you handle it quite well. iâm impressed.â the praise is a low rumble and as much as he was never one to overbearingly shower you in affection and kind words; you appreciate that he kept it for moments such as this one. when youâre both skin to skin and still coming down from your shared orgasms as you push yourself up to give him a quick kiss as thanks.
itâs a movement he meets quite early as his lips press hungrily against yours once more,
âi will be here as long as you require.â

â JING YUAN
jing yuan was always particularly clingy after sexâ a characteristic that you could put down to the fact he always seemed to be even sleepier than he usually is in his post orgasm state. although, it is quite difficult to deny him of such luxuries like a nap when his large body is encompassing you al ong with his natural body heat as he hugs you into him.
he would will himself to get out of bed to clean you up eventually, but it always proved a near impossible task when heâd feel you wrap yourself around him.
âyou are still as beautiful as always, even now.â jing yuan breathes from where heâs resting over stop of youâ sweaty and panting before heâs leaning himself down to place a gentle kiss to your temple. youâre still somewhat melting into the blankets beneath you but your post-orgasm haze only seems emphasised by the generalâs off-guard compliment, leaving you an even bigger mess beneath him.
although, he does find his means of flustering you as amusing as ever before heâs falling down onto the mattress beside you with a soft huff. it only takes a moments before his muscled arm is finding its way around you, but heâs perceptive to the way you squirm slightly as you try to move closer.
you find the mess jing yuanâs left between your thighs to be quite troublesome given the sensitivity that he was able to draw out of you, it makes you almost wriggle to your side of the bed instead of closer to his chest like you normally would.
but the general stops you before you can, not quite ready to let you go yet as he quicklyâ albeit gently reaches his arm around your waist before heâs pulling you by his side once more with a soft sigh. âgoing somewhere? and so soon, my dear?â he smiles down at you, affectionately as he admires your still nude figure and the way it presses so warm against his own.
the dazed look in your eyes is still present but if anything, it only makes jing yuan even more hesitant to let you go without himâ heâs not sure youâll even be able to stand on your own. so instead, he finds himself indulging in a few more slow, lazy kisses peppered against your features. until youâre giggling drowsily at the way they tickle and he relents.. but only a little.
he narrows his eyes down at you dreamily, weighed down by his own drowsiness, âyou put on quite the impressive show, it would be shameful of me not to show my appreciation for your continuous efforts.â thereâs a soft glow in his gaze as your own lifts to meet it, blinking slowly but stillâ you canât help but feel like heâs luring you to cuddle in closer.
ignoring the exhaustion and the stickiness that coats you both, you still offer him a playful scoff. âappreciation? youâre just looking for an excuse to nap.â jing yuan laughs at that, although he takes a moment to let himself rest even deeper into the pillows beneath you both as he does, like heâs proving your point.
not that he minds much, not when youâre whatâs making him so tired all of a sudden. you had a way of comforting him in that regard.
but jing yuanâs arm hugs tightly around you in response before he speaks, âoh? was that the impression i gave you? simply resting my eyes would be more fitting.â his words make you smile from where youâre pressing against him, although youâre becoming much too happy in your current state as your own lashes flutterâ fighting to stay awake. he notices that, ofcourse he does, âalthough one may assume you seem quite insistent on joining me.â he teases.
âyouâre luring me in thatâs why, we should clean up before weâre stuck here.â it was hard to refute the facts when youâre quite obviously melting in to the huge press of the generalâs body. although considering heâs deliberately wrapped himself around you like a huge blanket, you find it to be quite unfair odds.
but youâre sure jung yuanâs wearing an almost smug look on his face as you nuzzle closer, his voice taking a softer sort of tone when he speaks nextâ leaning in to rest his lips against your temple as he does.
ânow now, my dear, you simply seemed quite comfortable, is all. it would be a shame for us to waste such a perfect opportunity..â his palms move next, large and warm as they trail along the exposed skin that heâs just spent hours exploring and he squeezes, just enough to feel it move beneath his palmâ like a soft, lazier massage of sorts.
jing yuanâs voice continues, words buried in your skin between kisses and youâd almost mistake it for a lullaby given the way it soothes you, âi think we have earned atleast that, wouldnât you agree? all i want is for you to be at ease afterall.â itâs becoming increasingly harder for you to keep yourself awake, enough so that you canât even bring yourself to respond as you dose off.
but still, you could always rely on the general to tend to his responsibilities before he allowed himself to truly relax as he lets his gaze sweep admiringly along your nude figure once more.
âyou neednât worry, i will handle everything else soon enough.â

Shooting Practice - Boothill x gn! Reader
Summary -> Cowboy teaches you how to shoot.
Warnings -> Mentions of a gun (no actual violence)
A/N -> Fun fact, this is the first thing I've ever posted. Created an account just for this. Feedback and suggestions welcome! I'll figure out how to format better later lmao

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âHold it steadyâ The deep southern drawl rang gently right next to your ear, his metal hand cold against your wrist. âBack up and let me do it myself,â You try to not grit your teeth, the cowboy once again far too⊠overbearing.
Boothill let out a scoff of annoyance, watching you hold the gun shakily in your hand, but he did back up, crossing his arms. You stood with your legs far too close together, arms too overextended, aim entirely off. It was abysmal to watch for the gunslinger. There was a sharp crack in the air, followed by your groan of frustration.Â
You placed the gun down on the table in front of you, taking off the hearing protection that hugged your head too tightly. Boothill chucked, âTold ya s-â âDonât.â You glared at the man, that stupid cocky smirk on his face. âMaybe youâre just an awful teacher.â Boothill stepped close, grabbing his spare pistol off of the table and slipping it into your hands again. âNah. Câmon. Letâs try againâ He stood behind you, too close yet again. The smell of motor oil, gunpowder, and the cheap cologne attempting to cover up the stench of the oil invaded your nostrils. âFeet shoulder width apartâ He says, waiting for you to adjust your stance.
âYou donât have to go through the steps so slowlyâ You practically growl, frustrated.
âIâll stop goinâ so slow when you get it rightâ He growled right back, matching your less than thrilled energy.
âDonât sass me while Iâm holding a gun, Boothill.â
âWe both know Iâm quicker, sugarâ He chuckled. âFeet shoulder width apart, shootinâ foot back, relax, and donât lock your elbowsâ He guides rather gently for a man youâve watched gun down IPC without a second thought. âEyes on the target, deep breath, and when youâre ready, squeeze the trigger.â You took a moment to go through the checklist. Feet apart, dominant foot back, relaxed⊠Boothillâs hand on your waist, making sure your torso wasnât turned. You could feel the chill of the metal, hear the crackling of his synthetic voice box, his body breathing out of habit rather than a need. He was paying very close attention to your stance, and you could feel it. You could feel his gaze, his crosshair eyes locked onto you. âStop staring. Youâre making me nervous.â You sigh out through clenched teeth.
âTake the shot.â That was the only answer you were going to get out of him as he didnât listen, only kept looking at you expectantly.Â
There was a crack, followed by a clink, the empty beer can that was setup on the table being knocked over.
âOh my god! I did it!â You placed the gun down and excitedly turned to Boothill, who had a huge grin on his face. Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around the cowboy who you had spent the last half hour trying not to slap. It only took a split second of hesitation before he wrapped his arms around your waist. âCanât believe you actually hit it.â He teased, chuckling softly.
âJust be proud of me.â You plead softly, resting your head on his metal chest, feeling it grow slightly warmer, the once quiet hum of cooling fans getting louder.
âWith a stance that fudginâ shaky Iâm shocked you-â âBoothill!â You smack his chest, the soft sound echoing in his chest compartment. His hands move to rest on your hips as he smirks at you.
âFine fine⊠Iâm proud of you, sugar.â He says in a shockingly genuine tone. âWe can work on makinâ you a bit quicker in the future. You take that long lininâ up your shot and youâll end up dead.â You didnât respond. You didnât want to. You were so used to the cowboy being loud and brash, but now he was being soft and caring⊠borderline tolerable, a new record for the man. Boothill always said he was a dead man walking, but right now he seemed more alive than ever.Â
âThank you for doing this.â You said after a long beat of silence, a slight crackle in your voice as you tried to swallow the emotions you thought you were so good at hiding.Â
âOf course.â He replies just as softly. âI want to make sure youâll be alright when Iâm out on bountiesâ âYou say that like youâre going to come back.â You scoff, trying not to make it sound like you wanted him to.Â
Boothill looked away, swiping a hand down his face and letting out a breath, adjusting his hat before looking back into your eyes. âWell⊠this planet is out of IPC space and has good liquor. Pretty easy to hitch a ride to and from. And it has you.â He adds on, trying to make it sound like he wasnât hung up on the word âyouâ.Â
âIâd like for you to come back.â You confess and before you can even take a moment to process the words either of you had just said, cold lips were on yours, metal hands on either sides of your face, the cooling fans in his cyborg body spinning impossibly faster as he pulled away, looking at you in shock.
âI think Iâd like to come back to you, sugarâ
***************
WHAT DOES THEIR CAMERA ROLL LOOK LIKE?

â ê°warningsê±. boothill backstory spoilers, not proofread àČ„_àČ„
đ§· characters. jing yuan, blade, dr ratio, ruan mei, aventurine, sunday, boothill
âćœĄ notes. aventurine đ€ boothill â being some of the most gay ass mfs iâve seen in a hyv game (apart from bronya and seele) seriously their flamboyance still gives me whiplashâŠanyways this has been on my mind for months now but iâve never gotten around to writing it!!! >_<

JING YUAN đ æŻć
[â"] 2,304 photos, 83 videos
â if you scroll really fast down or up his gallery, all youâll actually manage to see is splotches of pink, blonde and silver
â everything ranges from cute candid shots of yanqing (he takes multiple if yanqingâs fallen asleep while on duty), to sneaky pictures of fu xuan as sheâs working where heâs in the foreground doing peace signs â the final picture of course being her looking at the camera lense directly to glare up at him
â reaching weekends when heâs slightly a little more free or allows himself a small break to stroll around town, his camera roll is either filled with pictures of food heâs eaten or swords that yanqing may or not definitely ask about that heâs now more inclined to buy as heâs seen them in person (heâs a boy dad who loves spoiling his child, alright?)
â the large majority of his photos unfortunately are work related, only really the recent ones being deleted from his gallery to clear up some space
â however, while his photos are preoccupied with either his two kids or random scrolls with messy and rushed handwriting, each video is of you; jing yuan thinks a picture would belittle your beauty too much.
â he needs something a little more real, a little more active and animated to help him quell the chirping loneliness that creeps up on his heart whenever youâre away from him for a prolonged period of time; if heâs feeling particularly mischievous he might sneak a quick but blurry picture of himself to send to you âĄ
BLADE đ ć
[â"] 9 photos, 2 videos
âshit is BARREN. literally a complete EMPTY VOID. if you snatched his phone somehow youâd assume he just got it despite him not having changed it ever since he received one
â perhaps on the occasion youâll find a cameo picture from one of the stellaron hunters as his phone is left unoccupied and someone decided to blast his entire gallery with their face (silverwolf specifically just hacks into his phone to keep putting random screenshots heâs never taken in his gallery to make him believe heâs taken them)
â maybe sometimes heâll screenshot different ways to die or health clinic locations he can avoid when heâs fortunately bleeding out but otherwise? nothing.
â if youâre a massive yapper and love sending him pictures, he wonât go out of his way to download them for later usage (whatever that may beâŠ) but he also wonât go out of his way to delete it if itâs accidentally automatically downloaded on his phone â maybe elios intended for it to be there?
â itâs quite nice having a reminder of his significant other where he doesnât have to actively listen to their voice⊠thatâs a little exaggerative; but he loves just mapping out the features in your face, it helps him sleep just the slightest bit better with no ailment if heâs able to trace your features like a constellation on his blank, dark wall
DR RATIO đ ççć»ç
[â"] 1000 photos, 100 videos
â call it a form of ocd, but he NEEDS to have a decent ratio (i didnât even mean for this to be a pun iâm so sorry) of his photos to videos; he doesnât care if itâs 10:1, 2:1 1:5, he needs something thatâs at least somewhat pleasing to the eyes
â ratio immediately deleted anything he doesnât need or thinks he wonât find use in for at the very least the month (this includes every single cameo shot aventurine or you have taken of yourselves on his phone without his permission, which by the way, he didnât hesitate to scold you two for)
â maybe if heâs feeling particularly loving (when is he ever?) heâll allow ONE picture to stay.
â his camera roll is purely filled with test results, written exams, student emails he needs to read over, things concerning the guild or the ipc and secret purchases of ducks heâs made (heâs not ashamed, he just doesnât want you to know heâs buying ducks that are bigger in size every time so he can fill your shared bathroom)
â realistically, maintaining such a perfect ratio of photos:videos is rather impossible unless youâve got impeccable timing with things you save and delete so, in order to bypass this, ratio made a photo library to help serve as a base number of sorts
â that photo library is of course a secret and locked haven filled with pictures and videos of you, none of which you can even recall taking. all of them hold at least some sort of significance to the both of you, but the ones that dr ratio loves the most is the ones that are just natural
â the ones that show you being yourself, whether itâs where youâre cuddled up near a blanket reading something with a leg hiked up over the sheets or where youâre sleeping with your mouth wide open because youâre sick and unable to breathe through your nose properly; he loves it all
RUAN MEI đ éźâąæą
[â"] 505 photos, 28 videos
â she tries to keep it as neat as possible; that means no sneaky pics taken of her by you, accidental blurry shots sheâs taken (god forbid, those ones are immediately scrapped and done anew especially if related to an experiment of hers) thought that doesnât mean she clears it in the regular
â ruan mei actively saves any photo you send her, sometimes sheâll even screenshot the chat itself if she finds herself clutching at her heart as she swoons over a few lines of flirting that apparently you couldnât hold yourself back from due to how much you missed her
â sheâs not someone really sentimental so despite having photos of her little cake-cat hybrids, she rarely ever rechecks them unless the trailblazer sent another report on their status to match
â honestly her memory is impeccable to the point she doesnât even need screenshot reminders of things like dates and experiments saved (would it even be called machine reductionist to call her a walking computer model at this point?) therefore, anything she saves thatâs work or science related probably has more intricacies that she can account for
â her gallery is a little boring otherwise. for someone of her morally grey standards youâd expect at least something worth mentioning, maybe even something dumb like a secret recipe she uses to make the sweetest (anti-truth serumâŠ) pastries but noâ nothing.
yet the reason for that is very blatant; not even her beloved has the privilege to witness her mendacity.
AVENTURINE đ ç é
[â"] 8,793 photos, 777 videos
â itâs a complete and utter mess to say the very least; dr ratio refuses to so much as glance at it whenever heâs near and topaz just gets an ick:
âhow do you even manage to find anything?â
âluck.â
â his photos range from absurd, to sweet to egotistical. things that remind him of you such as random rocks he finds, alcoholic beverages that have the same colour scheme of an outfit you wore the night before, an animal he saw that he swears if reincarnation was real would so be you
â he has a specific library for just solely screenshots based off your chats, most of them including a significant amount of âi love yousâ and goodbyes that promised a little something more when you met up next; everything that aventurine utterly cherished and craved
â âŠand then the rest was either him showing the background of him photobombing others, pictures he took to send to you (or one of the ipc members to piss them off, sometimes even the trailblazer for a cheeky laugh) and on the even more popular occasion, all his extraordinary wins whether it be in poker, pool or uno
â compared to his photos, his videos are slightly more interesting. a near 50/50 split that ranged between him telling dumbass jokes to piss off his coworkers, recordings of the back of dr ratioâs and or topazâs head just for the future laughs (he likes the reminder that he does actually have friends and they arenât just deliberate hallucinations born of loneliness).
â but of course, all his âfavouritedâ videos involve you somehow. sometimes itâs just a slip of your name while heâs sneakily recording a meeting, him telling you he misses you or vice versa, other times itâs just when he feels like he has a home. you snuggled up on his chest, hands intertwined together as your breathing nearly synchronises with himâŠmoments where he feels as though he could forget the trademark imprinted onto his neck.
SUNDAY đ æææ„
[â"] 777 photos, 111 videos
â now as much as i want to say âoh itâs all you! he has a special folder for you <3â i unfortunately canât.
â itâs almost most definitely videos of robinâs concerts, solo shows, videos he stolen off of audience members with good seats when he wasnât available to personally hide in the crowdâŠa lot of the photos are also the same way; robinâs promotional pictures, screenshots from her recent advertisements and negative hate comments or news stories that heâs going to personally deal with later
â that doesnât mean he values or priorities you over his sister, absolutely not. you two are the only people in his life who he would unironically take down the skies and survive utter torment for if it meant your voices were the last things he heard as bellowing winds sliced past his eardrums to tune the world out in order to hear his own final breath
â he tries his best not to be sentimental or nostalgic, as heâs been told as he grew up into the bright and maybe just slightly tragic and guilt-infested man he is today, those things in his eyes are an innate weakness of humanity. clinging onto something thats not tangible anymore.
â but he canât help but hold on to every video you send him. every picture of you smiling, laughing, every text of you saying i love yous, quoting love songs to him or showing him pictures where you jokingly said âthatâs usâ (did he tilt his head a few times when you kept sending animals to him with that particular correspondent message? perhaps, but it never made him blind to the intentions).
BOOTHILL đ æłąææŹ§
[â"] 12,113 photos, 191 videos
â he truly doesnât gaf (give a fork) about how messy it is, all the things that are genuinely important are already locked and loaded into his nogginâ, thereâs no point in being frugal with the space heâs been given on a little cellular device
â you wouldnât believe it, but he rarely uses it unless itâs for emergencies. thereâs plenty of trouble that comes around when youâre a galaxy ranger, which means having a constant tracking device on you like a phone that you update daily is a stupidly bad idea; which is precisely why his photo gallery is a mess
â he quite literally canât go in and clear it out otherwise it risks giving out sensitive information.
â not applicable to you, that is. in boothillâs eyes, youâre an âemergencyâ. if youâve texted him, itâs obvious you want his attention, which potentially means you could be in danger and he has to rush to the rescue like the flamboyant cowboy he is (no he absolutely knows you donât need help, but thereâs always that nagging âwhat ifâ factor, you know?)
â he inwardly blesses whoever invented screenshotting because it would be an understatement to say that little as half of his gallery is littered with you. heâs just a bit of a boomer when it comes to technology like this, despite being a whole walking charging port himself ehem, so a lot of the pictures he has saved of you that you sent over whenever he cutely pleaded;
âmissing ya, send me a lilâ somethinâ wont you?â
unfortunately are uncropped and framed with the outline of whatever messaging app youâre on.
â if he lets you scroll up far back enough, maybe youâll get to see just a glimpse of how similar his adoptive daughterâs smile was to his

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â đđ§đČ đđđČ, đđđ«đ„đąđ§'. â | boothill.
boothill x fem!reader.
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: you and boothill meet in a bar, and have a very nice chat (aka, you flirt like mad).
đđ°: SFW!! no use of y/n, alcohol consumption (it's a bar come on now), bar banter/flirting. (pathetic attempts at) funny haha humour, and ermm well inspired by old 1950s western films (my dad adores john wayne i cannot escape them HELP), but like in the hsr universe yk. this one was meant to be funny because i had a BALL playing around with boothill's CANONICAL censor oh my god i love him. imagine calling him a fucktard and the only thing he can clap back w is "you son of a biscuit-eating bulldog" (what the french toast?) or something idk. can he say that? or can he only say nice thingsâanyways enough rambling đ
đ§đšđđ: (continuation from above basically) this man i tell you. i can't sleep. can't eat. he plagues me. day in and day out. i do not have the funds to pull for him. how dare he look at me with that sexy smirk? ain't got no money pal sorry. anyways here's a lil thing i wrote in honour of this man making my chronic fatigue worse <3 NOT PROOF READ. it is currently 12:44am as im posting this so there will be MANY typos haha im going to sleep now.

"You look like you should be in a saloon."
The gun-slinging Galaxy Ranger glanced up at the woman who just took a seat beside him from beneath the brim of his hat, drawn from his thoughts. She had taken a seat that was a respectable distance from him, two bar stools down, the message clear that she wasn't here to chat him up and lead him off to somewhere secluded and have some 'fun', but was only here for small talk and a drink. Good thing she wasn't coming onto him, too. Saved him having to turn down yet another woman looking for a fleeting one night stand.
He went back to absentmindedly swirling the malt juice around in his glass. Car oil, basically. He let out a small chuckle. "Ain't the first time I heard that one."
"Yeah? Makes sense. Fit's cool, though." She nodded to his cropped jacket, his spurred boots, his pants with their sides unzipped. She didn't seem to be bothered by the sight of his belt lined with ammo and a holstered gun. "What's that your drinking? Looks like engine oil."
"Malt juice," Boothill humoured her. "Can't drink nothin' else. Perks o' bein' a machine."
"Machine?" The woman lifted a brow, taking a sip of her beer. "Ah, gotcha. You're a robot?"
"Cyborg, yeah." It didn't matter if he divulged in her what he usually wouldn't. It was just tedious small talk, a nice weight off his mind, and he wouldn't ever see her again, anyway. "Got its pros and cons."
"I see." He was starting to become rather surprised at how...nonchalant she was about this. She lifted her beer jug to her lips once more. "So, what do you do for a living? Go around cosplaying as a cowboy?"
"Heh. If ya like, sure." Boothill was getting curious. It was once in a blue moon he came across someone as relaxed as this woman. "Let's say, it's my...signature look. Across the galaxies. Helps people remember me."
"You're starting to sound like a criminal on the run," she laughed lightly, only out of politeness, really. "Considering the people I've come across around here, I wouldn't mind getting you've got a bounty on that pretty head of yours."
"Uh-huh." He swigged the last of his malt juice. "Perceptive of you, sweets. You a local? Frequent?"
"Pretty much." She shot him a glance. "And it seems I was right. Eh, don't worry. I don't care enough about ya to turn you in. How much you wanted for, anyway?"
"A lot." Boothill grinned impishly. "Those IPC cuties keep bumpin' the âprize moneyâ up, if ya like." He made air quotation marks. "Yer'd be set fo' life if ya got yer hands on that money."
"I'm sure I would be." She really didn't seem to care. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"
"Boothill," he answered, inclining his head towards you. "What about you, darlin'?"
You gave him your name, downing the last of your beer, before hailing the bartender over for a refill. "Nice to meet you, Mr Boothill."
"D'aw, shucks, haven't been called 'mister' in a long time!" Boothill flashed a toothy grin, showing off his shark-like teeth. He noticed how you didn't recoil, barely even blinked, at the sight of them. "Makes me wanna buy you a drink, sugar."
"By all means." You're never one to pass such a offer up. "And you like to flirt, too, huh?"
He watched you rummage around in your purse for something. You finally pulled out a compact mirror and checked your appearance in its tiny mirror. He leaned forward, took your free hand, and placed a kiss to the top of it, winking at you from under his cowboy hat's brim. "With such a lovely lady as yourself? How could I not?"
You laughed in a rather unladylike wayâyou, more or less, gaffawedâbefore retracting your hand and tipping his hat right down over his eyes, disorienting him. Your cheeks burned. "You're a funny one, Mr Boothill. You sure know how to woo a lady."
He adjusted his hat, huffing, leaning back in his seat. "I wasn't bein' funny. I like ya. I don't just kiss any old woman's hand."
"Got a little crush now, have you?" You raised your beer jug up in his direction as a friendly salute of sorts, grinning. "Cute of you. I like you, too, but I'm not letting you take me home."
"Ain't got one to take ya to." Boothill shrugged, not noticing how your smile suddenly vanished and you were looking at him. "Sons of biscuits made sure I couldn't have one no more, 'cause I wasn't about to let 'em get away with shady things they keep nicely under wraps."
"'Sons of biscuits'...?" You echoed, puzzled. You were also suddenly feeling quite sorry for the man. He was a roamerâa nomad of sorts, never stuck in one place for very long. That, you were instantly able to tell once you first laid eyes on his broad back.
"Someone had a little play around with my Synesthesia Beacon, so now I can't say nothin' meanâI'll try to say honey, honey, ugh. I'm tryna say honey." He tsked in frustration. "See? Can't say it."
"You can't swear?"
"Yep. Very aggravatin' at times. Whenever I wanna yell the s-word in combat, I just say somethin' ridiculous like 'terrific!' or 'groovy!' I sound like a right looney tune."
You chuckled. "I can tell that if you didn't have that censor on, you'd have the mouth of a sewer."
"Heck yeah. I'm goin' to town with all 'em bad words right now in my head," Boothill scoffed. "Love 'em, love 'em, love 'emâsee what I mean? Hopeless. Wanna drop the f-bomb real bad."
"Perks of being a cyborg, indeed," you laughed, patting his shoulder. "It's rather funny to see such a tough-looking guy like you run around without anything else to yell but 'unicorns! Cotton candy!' when someone jumps you."
He snorted. "That's about right. Had one cutie pie try to mug me once and I was gonna swear his ear off, but all that came out was "look at this angel!" instead of 'punk', but it's a way more colourful word than that."
"Gotcha." You leaned your elbows against the wooden top of the bar. You opened your mouth to continued, but a sudden commotion at the other side of the bar cut you off. Glancing over also, you and Boothill watched as one drunk mountainous guy versus a scrawny little weasel of a man went tooth and nail at each other.
"How's the skinny one still alive?" Boothill amusedly remarked, leaning his cheek on his fist. "Looks like a cartoon."
"Happens all the time." You watched on rather boredly, almost wincing when the small guy very narrowly missed getting his face flattened by his opponent's massive fist. "Those two baffoons are too drunk to think of anything other than settle this scrap with punches. Makes for a good show, though."
Boothill hummed, before turning back to face you. "Can you fight?"
"Me? Well, I know basic self defence, and when to tell someone's spiked my drink." You pushed the beer jug around on the bar top absentmindedly. "This environment's dangerous for a woman. Gotta look out for myself around here. I should stay away, but I like my alcohol."
He chuckled, gazing at you. "Glad to hear that. You ain't some damsel in distress. You're really somethin', you know that, sugar?"
You blushed at his stare and words. "Oh, get off it. It's something every woman's got to know in life. We shouldn't have to, but we do. It's sad."
"Sure is." He pursed his lips, suddenly grave. He may have been a vagabond in a way, but that didn't mean he didnât have morals. And then he playfully nudged you. "Ya know, seeing an independent, badass lady like you is real attractive."
You grinned. "Boy, if you were anyone else, I would've slapped you for that. That is an instant red flag for any woman in a bar."
"Well, I'll tell ya right now, I'd never harm a woman unless I had no other choice." Boothill stared at you. "Especially not for my own gain. Hurtin' people ain't fun, even though it's my lifestyle."
You shrugged, trying to ignore his intense gaze and the way your heart rate picked up. "A sad reality, but it's nice to come across a man with manners." You finished off your beer and stood, slinging your handbag strap over your shoulder, giving him a kind smile. "Well, thanks for the talk, Mr Boothill. You're a gem."
He stood after you, the spurs on his boots jingling with the movement, before he took your hand and pressed another smooth kiss to the top of it. Then he winked once more, just as a finishing touch, and your cheeks flared. "Any day, darlin'. Say, how about I give ya my phone number? Have another drink sometime."
"You sure? Your vigilante habits wouldn't get in the way of it?"
He laughed goodnaturedly. "Oho, that's funny, sugar. Nah, I'd always make time for you. Here, hand me ya phone."
So you did, and he swiftly typed in his number, before returning your phone to you. "There ya go. Send me a message so I'll know yours." Then Boothill stooped down to eye level with you, staring at you from beneath his lashes and hat, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair affectionately. "Till we meet again, sweetheart."
With that, and a lingering stare as he strode by, the cyborg cowboy left you stunned, heart pumping, phone limp in your hold. He was gone in a blink, giving you no room to wish him farewell also, so you did it by text.
you forgot to pay the bill for your drink
so I covered it for you.
you owe me one, cowboy
His reply didn't take long, and it made your face burn hotter.
Oopsies đ€
How about I pay you back by taking you to dinner huh?
His emoji usage made you laugh. And so you accepted his offer.
Alright then
I want steak
Can you even eat?
You liked how he always replied fast.
Nah
But that's fine
Your company's better
Suffice to say, you liked the man's suave manner and flirty compliments. It made you feel exhilarated.
Maybe it was because of his classic cowboy moves. Tipping his hat to you in respectful greeting or goodbye, a gaze much too human for a cyborg, and his smooth gestures that made you hot all over.
Yeah. Maybe it was. But, either way, you couldn't wait to see him again.

© jqnehr 2024. all rights reserved. do not translate, repost/redistribute and plagarise any of my works.

YOUR MAN who punishes you mercilessly whenever you show him your brattiness. he can't have you showing such attitude towards him can he? he's living his best life pressing your head against the pillows to muffle your lewd moans as he fucks you from behind with your ass up. "not so bratty now, huh? c'mon baby, show me that attitude of yours." he chuckles, the grip he had on your hips becoming tighter by the minute. his cock drilling into your pussy so deep your legs were failing you. tears forming in the corner of your eyes.
"such a slut f'me." he groans, bending down to whisper filthy words. he secretly loved it when you act all mighty because he knows he'd be fucking your brains out by the end of the night. your moans grew louder with each thrust, the way his cock bullied your tight hole was addicting. "good girl. im gonna fuckin' ruin you." he threatens, his pace getting more intense. oh he'll show you who you belonged to, alright. no need to worry your pretty head about anything and let him use you for as long as he wanted. yeah?


DR RATIO, blade, aventurine, BOOTHILL, sunday / childe, SCARAMOUCHE, wriothesley, KAEYA / TOJI, gojo, GETO
Made me tear up đ„ș
TO FEEL WHOLE AGAIN â BOOTHILL

synopsis: getting pregnant and left by yourself wasnât in your plans in life at all, but you end up meeting a man who becomes more than just a friend whoâs willing to help.
â„- pairings : boothill x fem!reader
â„- note : so sorry for any inactivity !! life has just been a wreck, but iâm here with a little idea I came up with the other night. i hope you all enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated !!
content warnings : sfw, fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, pregnancy, abandonment, heavy angst, breakups, mentions of abortion (reader does not have one), mentions of alcohol, human!boothill, angst with happy ending, use of pet names (darling + lovely), fluff, very fluffy things.

You can recall the day you met Boothill like it was the back of your hand.Â
It was the day your life had begun a completely new journey, but also, the same day that your life had completely fallen apart within just twenty four hours. Every memory was ingrained in your brain like it was never meant to go away. How could things end up going right, but so wrong at the same time?
About seven months prior, you found yourself sitting inside of a bar with tears still staining your cheeks from the incident that had occurred just hours beforehand. Your heart had gleamed, but shattered just minutes after. You questioned why something like this had happened to you. You never wronged anybody. Sure, you werenât the most perfect person to exist, but as humans, itâs in their nature to make mistakes. Yet, god had different plans for you and they werenât exactly the most pleasing ones.
Just two days before that day, you had found out you were pregnant.Â
It came by total surprise. You and your boyfriend werenât exactly trying for kids, but you both had been together for four years at that point. You noticed something was off about you when your period suddenly missed its usual day, and you were experiencing some very odd symptoms that were unusual. After some convincing from your friends, you decided to go out and purchase a pregnancy test which came back positive. You didnât know what to feel. You were excited, nervous, emotional, but most of all, anxious. You didnât know how to break the news to your boyfriend and you werenât sure whether or not you wanted to keep it.Â
For a few days, you didnât say anything to him. You werenât the best with words and you didnât want to dump something so sudden onto him either, but he eventually figured it out when he found you one morning throwing up your breakfast into the toilet.Â
He wasnât angry or upset, but you knew something wasnât right with him after he found out. He started to become somewhat distant and he avoided any conversation about the baby growing inside you. Then, that same day you ended up at the bar, you had woken up to him gone. All of his items and personal belongings had been cleaned out, and when you tried to get a hold of him, he just completely ghosted you. You didnât understand. Was it you? Was it the baby? Why did he just up and leave you like that with zero hesitation? It was like your heart had been shattered into pieces and you didnât know what to do. He left you alone and pregnant with his child.Â
Completely brokenhearted and confused, thatâs how you ended up in the bar. No, you werenât drinking any alcohol, but there was a part of you that wanted to head to the clinic and terminate the pregnancy all together. You couldnât raise a baby on your own. You had seen many stories of mothers defying the odds and managing, but would you be able to? You loved your now ex boyfriend more than life itself. You didnât think you could fall in love again, and what man would want a single mother as a girlfriend? Most of them would scurry away the second itâs brought up. It wasnât their job to shame you for whatever choices you made.Â
The bar's atmosphere was buzzing with people chatting amongst themselves. Despite being around people, you still felt completely isolated inside of it. You kept thinking of the choices in your brain over and over again. It was consuming you, and you didnât think you were in the right state of mind to make that decision right now.
You were brought out of your thoughts when the bartender placed a glass in front of you. It was filled with some kind of alcohol that looked like it could be a margarita or a martini. Your brows furrowed at the sight of the beverage. You didnât order it. âU-Um.. sir, I didnât order this.â you pushed the glass towards the man behind the bar who was cleaning some cups used earlier.Â
âI know, but that man over there did.â he pointed towards the other end of the bar.
You turned your attention to where he was motioning his hand. Your eyes widened a little at the sight of the man who sat a few seats away from you. He had a cowboy hat on top of his head, and very long hair that stretched past his chair. He was wearing a white button up shirt that exposed his chest just a little. He noticed you were staring at him and winked at you, then waved a little. It didnât seem creepy or strange, but you didnât know how to react. Despite feeling the way you did, you couldnât help but think how handsome he was. He had a cunning smile and seemed like one of those cowboys you would have heard of in stories you heard when you were younger, but you knew you couldnât accept his drink.Â
Soon enough, you turned away and just pushed your drink from your reach. You didnât want to do anything stupid. If it came off as rude, then so be it. You werenât about to fight with another man this evening.Â
You decided to check your phone. There was a small bit of hope that was in your heart. You hoped that maybe your ex reached out to you to fix things or maybe had something to say, but unfortunately, there was nothing. You had a few random notifications from friends, but otherwise, it was silence on the other end. God, you felt like an idiot. He was gone for good. Men who do that shit typically fall off the face of the earth and never come back again.Â
âHey, sweetheart, mind if I take this spot next to ya?âÂ
You practically jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice that spoke beside you. Your head snapped towards the sound, and you were a bit surprised to see that man who was sitting across the bar now standing next to you. His cologne filled your nose. It smelled of deep wood with a mix of pine.Â
Your words got caught in your throat. Was he doing this to make you uncomfortable? Part of you wanted to ignore him, but he wasnât necessarily doing anything wrong. âN-No! Go ahead.. itâs empty anyway..â you replied, trying to avoid his eyes that were boring holes into your face.
The man plopped beside you, taking a swig of his glass that seemed to be filled with some kind of whisky. He was quiet, at first. You werenât sure if striking up a conversation was in your cards tonight. You were honestly too lost in your thoughts, and somewhat a little nauseated. âSo, uh, do ya come around here often? Youâre quite the peach if I say so myself.â he placed his cheek against his fist which was resting against the table beside him.
âI donât..â you replied, dryly.Â
He seemed a little discouraged by your sudden lack of enthusiasm. It wasnât your intention, but really, you werenât interested. âI see.. my nameâs Boothill.â he said. âYours?â
Your eyes flickered towards him then back at the soda can that your hand was wrapped around. This was starting to feel awkward or almost like a forced conversation. You didnât want to hurt his feelings, but you wanted him to take the hint. â(Y/N)..â you looked at your cell phone to try and avoid him. âLook.. I-I appreciate the drink, but Iâm not really interested in a relationship. I just donât.. I..â
Before you were even able to finish your sentence, tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You didnât even know you were holding them in until they began to slip from your eyes.Â
Boothill was taken back by your sudden tears. He immediately felt guilt wash over him. He didnât mean to come off as a weirdo or forceful towards you. Thatâs the last thing he would ever do. âHey.. Iâm sorry, shit, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I-I can totally take the drink back and get out of your hair.â he stood up out of his chair to leave the bar.Â
You started to wipe your cheeks of any liquid that was on them. âN-No, itâs alright, itâs not you..â you shook your head. âIâve just had a rough couple of hours.. believe me, itâs not you at all.âÂ
The man was unsure of what to reply with. Regardless, he felt very bad for you. Not many people come into bars to weep. Most of the time, they come to do the opposite and use the drinks to numb any negative feelings they have. He didnât want to pry by any means. âI see.. Iâm still sorry, darlinâ I had no idea..â he paused for a moment thinking of what to say next. âIf you wanna talk, Iâm willing to listen, canât guarantee Iâm any good at advice, but I can be an open ear.â
You werenât sure if venting your feelings to a complete stranger would make any difference in how you felt. It's not like he would care much anyway. He would probably look at you with that same look every other person had given you when you told them what your ex did.Â
However, you were completely wrong.
That day you told Boothill everything that had happened to you. He was completely blown away when you confessed that you were pregnant. He kept apologizing for the drink and was somewhat worried that you felt disrespected, but you didnât take any offense. Itâs not like he knew, nor were you even showing at that point.Â
Although he didnât know you, he had a lot of sympathy for you. He told you that your boyfriend wasnât a man, but a young boy who couldnât take responsibility for his actions and he didnât deserve you by any means. Boothill felt as if abandoning a woman and her child was the sickest thing you could ever do in this life, and you couldnât help but agree. Especially after spending many years together.Â
It felt kind of nice to have someone listen. Even if he was some random person you didnât know, there was at least somebody out there who was willing to give you the time of day.Â
You felt a little dull when you realized you would probably never see Boothill again, but you thanked him many times for his patience. He was even sweet enough to walk you back to your apartment which wasnât very far from the bar at all. Typically, you werenât so trusting when it came to men in general, but Boothillâs energy felt secure for some reason. You didnât feel fear or unease around him. Your body would always give you signs someone wasnât good, but you were calm and didnât have a single issue.Â
For a little while, you wondered if keeping the child was the right option, but after a lot of conversations with your friends and family, and oddly enough, Boothill, you decided to go forward with the pregnancy.Â
You thought you would have to do it alone, but that changed almost instantly when you started receiving random items at your doorstep one morning.Â
You had a stable job, but you knew babies werenât a walk in the park financially. Your parents offered to help pay for whatever was necessary, but you felt bad for making them do such a thing. It all started to shift when you discovered a package outside your apartment door. You had a box of different supplies. Baby shampoo, baby bottles, wipes, lotions. It was basic necessities for an infant and you were a bit confused how they showed up there. You questioned your parents but they denied ordering anything of the sorts, so you wondered who gifted it to you.Â
Your friends were also clueless. They had gifts in mind but they werenât planning on purchasing anything that early on in your pregnancy. You hadnât even planned on a baby shower or anything of the sorts.Â
It didnât take long for more things to arrive. One morning, you saw that you had been given some baby toys. They were small and quite cute, but you still had yet to discover who was the one leaving them at your doorstep. You wondered if it was potentially your ex trying to somehow compensate you for deserting you, but would he really? He left you alone with the baby. It was clear enough that he wasnât interested in helping to raise it, so why put in the effort to accommodate you? He could care less about you.Â
It all changed when you were leaving your apartment one afternoon. You had an appointment at the doctorâs office to check on how the baby was doing, and standing right beside your front door was not your ex, but Boothill.
At first, you didnât notice him holding a box of items in his hand, but the realization soon took over that he was the one buying the gifts. You were taken by complete surprise. The two of you had hardly interacted much during that time period, so it did confuse you why he was helping you. He wasnât obligated to just because you informed him of what your ex did. It wasnât like you were begging him for money or assistance either. Boothill was just as surprised to see you there too. He usually would stop by when he knew you wouldnât be around, but he knew sooner or later the truth would come out.
With a flushed face, Boothill began to explain himself.Â
He told you that he just couldnât let you go on that journey alone. He knew it wasnât his responsibility to be buying you things or even being involved in your life like that, but at the same time, he couldnât sleep at night knowing that you were all alone and there wasnât anybody else to be there for you. He did apologize if it made you uncomfortable and he wouldnât come around again if that was the case.Â
However, you told him the opposite. You were very thankful for what he had been doing for you. Not many men would step up and just go out of their way to buy things for a baby that wasnât theirs. You told him you were very appreciative of what he had done, and he could come around as often as he liked. It was kind of lonely being by yourself all of the time. Your friends werenât always the most available, and you lived on your own. It felt nice to know that somebody wanted to spend time with you. He was relieved that you werenât weirded out or upset with his actions. He wanted to do the right thing.Â
Much to his surprise, you invited him to come to your ultrasound that day, and he was thrilled.
Your interactions grew over the course of a few months. You started seeing him everyday and he came around whenever you needed something. Boothill didnât mind spending his days with you. It was a joy to watch your belly grow and to see your baby begin to become larger than it was before. His favorite moments were when heâd feel a small kick or movement. He loved kids. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and he honestly couldnât wait to meet your baby girl. He made so many bets that it was going to be a girl and you thought he would somehow be wrong, but he was right the entire time.Â
Along with the baby's growth, there were also feelings between you and Boothill too. He was the first man in your life since your ex and he treated you so much better. He did everything for you, and the baby wasnât even his. He would spend time helping you tidy up your house, holding your hair away from your face when you had morning sickness, making you tea, giving you massages whenever your body felt sore. Boothill did everything. He even offered at one point to do the entire nursery for you when your due date came closer, but you assured him that it wasnât his duty to do so.Â
But, he planned on doing it anyway.
All of your friends told you to go for it. They said that Boothill was what you needed and they could tell he was into you too, but you were still unsure. If anything, he could be doing all of this just to somehow hurt you in the end or claim you âowedâ him a relationship for doing everything for the baby. You knew that probably wasnât the case, but you were still on the fence.
But, was he?
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That afternoon, you had woken up from a nap to a knocking coming from your front door. You werenât expecting any guests, but you had already assumed it was Boothill who was there to do his usual drop by to check in on you.Â
You unlocked the front door, pulling it open so he could enter. He was dressed in his usual outfit. A white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and those cowboy boots that you had made fun of a few times. Boothill was used to just entering your place at that point. âAfternoon, darlinââ he said, shutting the door behind him.Â
Your hair was a bit messy from your nap and you werenât really dressed up. You wore an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts that sat just below your belly. It was a lot more comfortable than the regular pajamas you were used to wearing months ago, but alas, the growth of your body had made those a lot less comfortable these days. Boothill still thought you were gorgeous despite the messy look. âHi..â you yawned. âSorry, Iâm fresh from a nap. I didnât hear my alarm..â
âNot a problem, I was just stopping by to drop something off for you.â he replied, handing you a box that had your name on top of it.
Your eyes flickered from the box to the man who was staring down at you. You were used to him giving you random things for the baby here and there, so you were expecting something that was a necessity. âIâm curious, let me see.â you then began opening at the box to see what was inside of it.
After a few seconds, you pulled out a small blanket, but it wasnât one that was from the store. It was actually homemade, and right in the center was the baby name you had picked out stitched into the fabric with baby pink lace. It was probably the most adorable thing you had ever received from him. It was so soft and you could already picture yourself swaddling your little girl in the blanket itself. The fact that it was homemade as well made it even more special than it already was.Â
You werenât sure if it was the pregnancy emotions or not, but you could feel warm tears burning your eyes. It was truthfully making you feel so happy for this pregnancy, but most of all for Boothill. You couldnât be more blessed with a man like him. âI-I.. I love it..â you sniffled, trying to hide your tears. âItâs so cute..â
Boothill was concerned with your sudden emotions. He didnât mean to make you cry. If anything, he wanted to do something special for you since you were a special person in his life. âAhh.. shit, Iâm sorry, lovely, is it too much?â he asked, nodding his head.Â
You shook your head, laughing in the process to try and halt the tears slipping through your eyes. It was the furthest thing from too much. You adored it. You didnât care if the stitching was a little crooked or if the pink was somewhat bright, it was cute. It had to be one of the best gifts you had ever gotten. âN-No! I love it! Itâs something I wouldnât have imagined youâd give me! Did you do it all on your own?â you looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âHaha.. yeah, thatâs why it might seem a little messy. I got the idea though and figured why not? You need something to swaddle that little monster with!â he smiled, which made you smile as well.
Boothill was taken back when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around him. This was the first time you had ever initiated any sort of physical contact with him, and he wasnât sure how to react to it. Your body felt warm and your belly was against his own abdomen. He could smell the scent of your shampoo lingering in your hair, and it almost intoxicated him from how delicious it smelled. He hesitated for a brief moment, then settled his own arms around your waist. It just felt.. so right to be hugging you. He had yearned for quite a while to feel your touch, and now that he had it, he wasnât going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers.
Your cheeks felt hot at the realization that you two were so close. There was so much going through your mind at the moment, and all you craved was him. His presence, his touch, his warmth, anything. It was all you wanted. âBoothill.. I want you there when sheâs born..â you spoke, softly. âI want you by my side.. you deserve that more than anybody else.â
His eyes grew wide at your words. Sure, he knew he was going to visit when your baby was finally born, but in the room? During the birth? Oh, he could faint right about now. âOf course Iâll be there, sugar. You know I wouldnât miss it.â he replied, smiling at the thought of your birth.Â
Boothill then crouched down to meet your belly. He hadnât ever done that before while being with you. You felt his hands touch your stomach, seemingly searching for your little girl who was somewhere in there. It felt so natural for him to be doing this. You didnât feel off or weirded out. You loved the way his fingers explored your skin, touching and grazing at the stretch marks that had formed within time, but what you loved the most, was him.
âCanât wait to meet your little one.. sheâll be a peach, I know it.â he looked up at you with a grin.Â
âOur.. little one.â
Boothill paused when the words slipped from your lips. He thought he had misheard you for a second. âW-What..?â his brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
You felt a little bashful having to repeat yourself. You werenât sure what his reaction might be to you saying such a thing, but you couldnât keep quiet anymore about your feelings. You wanted him involved in your daughterâs life so badly. It would kill you inside if that wasnât the case. âO-Our.. baby, Boothill.â you said, avoiding his gaze that was fixed on you.
He stood up, still staring at your face with a serious expression. It was like his heart had completely blown up inside of his chest. It was like he was falling in love with you all over again at that very moment. He couldnât feel more honored that you thought of him that way. âYouâre serious..?â he questioned, looking into your eyes.Â
âY-Yes.. god, yes, Boothill. I donât care if sheâs not technically yours.. in the end, I want you in her life, and mine too. I canât imagine a life without you..â you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his.
He couldnât hide his wide smile at your confession. All of the love he had swallowed down was now completely overflowing, and he didnât mind whatsoever. You were so beautiful. He adored you so much, and he was more than happy to call you his girlfriend. He was also thrilled to have a daughter. He could care less if people would judge him for raising a child that wasnât his. He was more of a father to her than any other man would be.Â
He suddenly pulled you close to him, pressing a kiss onto your lips. It was so passionate and loving. He couldnât stop himself. It was like he was finally able to have what he wanted, and it felt amazing. âI love you so much, darling, you donât even know how deep my love runs for you..â he pressed his forehead against your own. âIâd die for you and our little angel..â
A grin appeared on your face. This was all you ever wanted to hear. You didnât think you would ever have the opportunity to hear him say such things, but you couldnât be happier it was coming true. âI love you more, Boothill.â you then placed his hand on your belly. âAnd I know she does too..â
The both of you couldnât be more excited at that moment. It was all perfect. You had everything you ever wanted. Neither of you imagined that this life would be in front of you now, but you wouldnât trade it for anything else.

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አ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.
He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . âWhat are you doing?!â. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.
Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.
âI'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.â he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.
âYou see where this is?â he points to your belly button and you nod. âI've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.â he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.
âConsidering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.â he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.
âBut I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.â he was right about that.
He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.
More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.
You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.
A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.
His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.
Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.
He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. âWow baby, came on the spot huh?â he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back
You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. âN-noo.. you're too roUGH!â you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.
You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.
After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.
His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. âLook at that, wasting my precious cum,â he says with a tsk and shakes his head. âDon't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.â he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.
âAnd I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.â áŠ

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