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How HSR men act when they are drunk

pairings : Phainon, Dan Heng, Mydei, Anaxa, Blade, Sunday x m!reader (all separate) summary : Your boyfriend got drunk while he was out with his friends, now you were tasked with picking him up to bring him home. tags : fluff, x male reader, established relationship(s), a little angsty in Phainon's (?), alcohol consumption, comfort, they're all kind of clingy, mentions of being shirtless/half naked (Blade, Mydei, Sunday), a little suggestive but not really (Blade, Anaxa) word count : 3.8k a/n : some of them might be a little ooc, I'm still practicing writing for most of these guys Also guys reminder my requests are open pls send me requests......

Phainon

This man will NOT shut up about you when he's drunk. Everyone around him is exhausted, the only thing he's talking about is how much he misses his beloved.

He's not a lightweight, but he doesn't have a high tolerance either. So he was completely gone about halfway through the night.

He was sobbing into Mydei's shoulder about how handsome his lovely boyfriend was and how lucky he was. Mydei was about ready to throw him out of the nearest window.

When you finally arrived to pick him up, he was a babbling mess, clinging onto you the entire time. He would have probably jumped into your arms if he wasn't too heavy for you to carry him.

"Y'er so... handsome," he giggled, pressing his face into the crook of your neck while you fumbled with the keys to your apartment. It wasn't exactly easy to take something out of your pocket when you had an oversized, human puppy clinging to you from behind.

When you finally managed to open the door, you practically had to drag him inside and push him onto the bed. He whined slightly at the loss of contact and looked at you with his signature pouty face, though he didn't seem to make any move to get up.

"Don't leave..." he mumbled and reached his hand out towards you. How could you say no to that man? He knew very well what effect he had on you, yet even in his drunken state he seemed to act clueless about it.

"I'll be back in a moment, Phai," you reassured, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his flushed face. He took the opportunity and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer again to place his lips on yours. His kiss was sweet, loving and gentle. He always was. Still, he needed to drink some water or he'll be whining about a headache the next morning.

You pulled away from him again and quickly left to the kitchen before he could grab hold of you again. After you got a glass of water, you returned to see him facing the wall while tightly glutching your pillow against his chest.

"Phai?" You asked, placing the glass down and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. His head perked up immediately and you noticed the way his eyes lit up.

"Hi.." He sat up and pulled you closer to him again. His grip on you was tight, but not to the point it could hurt you.

A comfortable silence settled as he just held you close on his lap, his face snuggled into your chest while your hand playing with the soft white strands of his hair.

After a few minutes of silence, you felt his body tremble slightly, a quiet sob eliciting from his chest. Your hand froze. He was always a bit more emotional than usual when he was drunk, but you didn't expect him to start crying.

"Phai?" You moved your hand under his chin and lifted his head up. There were soft tears staining his cheeks.

"I-I love you..." He sobbed softly. Your eyes softened slightly and you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you too, my dear," you laid down on the bed with him, his face still pressed into your chest.

"Promise.. to stay?" His voice sounded more vulnerable than usual.

"Of course, always," you reassured again and tightened your hold on him. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes before you felt his body relax against you, a sign he had finally fallen asleep. Although, because of how his arms, and even his legs, were wrapped tightly around you, there was no way you would be able to leave now. Not that you wanted to anyway.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng getting drunk was a... rather rare occasion. He likes to drink, don't get me wrong, he just doesn't get drunk easily.

On the rare occasion that he does though, he'll stare at you like you're the most beautiful man in all of existence. There's this soft look of fondness in his eyes and it feels like he becomes unaware of the world around him.

Although, he also tends to get a lot more bold and talkative when he's drunk. The normally laid-back and quiet vidyadhara might even get the confidence to flirt with you while others are around.

When he got drunk while out with March and the Trailblazer, they seemed surprised how much he suddenly started talking. Especially about you. He was normally a bit secretive about your relationship , but now he was confidently rambling about your small habits he loved or about things you had done on dates with him with a fond look in his eyes.

Once you finally showed up to bring him home, his eyes lit up immediately when he saw you. You stepped closer to him and leaned down, pressing a kiss against his cheek. A sober Dan Heng would have just blushed slightly at most, but now he went after you to peck you on the lips.

You didn't have to drag him, despite his unsteadiness on his feet. He was holding onto your hand tightly as you brought him back to his room and handed him a glass of water to sober up.

"[name]?" He said quietly after staring at you for a few moments.

"Hm?"

"You're really handsome," he declared, as if it was a fact he had read in one of the many data bank entries he had memorised.

You blinked a few times before chuckling in response and leaning closer to him. The fond but slightly clueless look on his face, as if he was analysing you, was adorable.

"You are too, my love." Your response brought a soft chuckle out of your boyfriend and he placed his arms around your waist. His normally rather cold body was now radiating heat due to the alcohol cursing through his system.

Time felt like it slowed down for a few moments as Dan Heng rested his head against your chest and seemingly just listened to the way your heart was beating in your chest. A soft, steady rythm. You embraced the vidyadhara as well and simply let him stay like that until you felt the tension in his body slowly vanish. He had drifted off to sleep while standing up, sadly, not the first time this had happened.

One time you had caught him sleeping while standing in front of one of the computers in the data-bank of the express. It surprised you that he hadn't fallen over, maybe it was a vidyadhara thing to be able to fall asleep standing, you made a mental note to ask him about it.

For now, you carefully lifted him into your arms and brought him over to the mattress and blanket he labelled as his bed. He looked so peaceful like this, his eyes shut softly and his chest rythmically rising and falling with each breath he took. The sight brought a smile to your face as you took off his coat to make it more comfortable and then tugged him in.

"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, gently pressing a kiss against his forehead and lying down next to him. He would probably be embarassed about all of this in the morning, especially once March and the Trailblazer start to tease him about all the things he had told them.

Mydei

Typically, Mydei was quite stubborn when it came to showing affection for you. Even more so when there were other people around that might see him acting all soft and cheesy. He had to keep up his image of being a strong, fearful, kremnoan after all.

"There is no word for being 'soft' in the kremnoan language." He'd claim with a huff, though the blush on his cheeks was always quite evident and difficult to miss.

However, when he was drunk that was a completely different scenario. The high and mighty prince of kremnos was no more, instead he would stare at you with furrowed eyebrows whenever you would refuse a kiss, even with his friends around. It was honestly a sight to behold, him suddenly refusing to leave your personal space and seemingly becoming even more dense than he usually was.

Phainon had been the one to inform you that your beloved boyfriend was trying to start a fight in the bar they were in, all just because he thought he had heard someone make a rude comment after he mentioned you. (They were involved in a totally different conversation at the table beside them and were frankly quite confused when this random guy began throwing threats a them.)

When you had arrived, Phainon had tried his best to explain the situation, while Mydei kept insisting he had "defended your honor".

You sighed as you pulled him out of the bar, luckily he wasn't trying to resist coming with you.

"They were sayinggg bad stuff," he slurred, "so.. I defenDed your honor. Are you proud?" He looked so smug as he said that. You seriously wondered how he managed to sound so full of himself sometimes.

When you finally arrived home, Mydei stubbornly sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. You had told him to go to sleep, but apparently that was beneath him.

"I do not require rest," he commented. You sighed for the probably tenth time that night and stepped closer to him, your hands on your hips as you looked down at your boyfriend.

"Your hangover is just going to be even worse tomorrow morning if you don't get some rest." He huffed, turning his head away. Did he plan on fighting off the upcoming hangover like he did his foes? Seriously, he lacked all rational thinking whenever he was drunk or when he was hanging out with Phainon.

"Please?" If demanding didn't work, you would just have to try... a 'different' method. You leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss against his neck, then against his cheek. "For me?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him and watched as his face slowly but surely became as red as the markings on his body.

"Fine," he muttered under his breath, avoiding eye contact. Shy Mydei was one of your favourite things in the world.

"But- only because I love you," he slurred the 'I love you' at the end, sounding almost a bit timid as the words fell off his tongue. You couldn't help but chuckle softly as you left to get ready for bed yourself.

Once you came back, Mydei was already laying in your shared bed with a chimera plushie hugged close to his bare chest. So much for the intimidating warrior he had acted as only a few moments prior.

You climbed into bed beside him and laid down with your back facing him. It didn't even take a full minute when a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around you from behind and your beloved pressed his face against the back of your neck.

"Do you love me too?" He mumbled quietly.

"Of course I do."

"Good..." You smiled softly as the two of you drifted off into sleep. He was definitely going to pretend none of this happened by the time he woke up.

Anaxagoras

Anaxa was an arrogant and proud man. He was aware of that. You were aware of that. Most others were aware of that. It was one of the few many reasons why he had such a large number of people that opposed him.

That fact didn't change when he was drunk. He gained more confidence anytime he had a bit too much alcohol running through his system, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. If "the great performer" gained more courage to speak his, already difficult to understand, mind, chaos was sure to follow.

He had stood up on one of the tables in the bar and began proudly explaining some of his latest research result before he started to ask random people the most absurd questions. Anytime they gave him a response that did not satisfy him, he would bring uo your name and how you surely would have known how to reply.

When Hyacine and Phainon attempted to get him off the table, he tried to pull out his gun (which Phainon had luckily taken from him beforehand) to fend them off.

"You are not [name], onlY he has.. *hic* permission to touch me," he declared and stumbled backwards before falling off the table- right into your arms, to his luck.

Hyacine had contacted you a few moments prior and pleaded for you to pick up the professor. Now you stood here, holding the infamous blasphemer in your arms like a damsel in distress.

He glared at you before realising it was his beloved holding him. A scoff left the scholar as his arms wrapped around your neck and he leaned his head to your chest, something he would usually never dare to do while others were watching. Anaxa quickly started rambling about how everyone in this bar was 'utterly unreasonable', while you carried him out, waving a quick goodbye to a worried-looking Hyacine.

He kept rambling about his theories and how no one understood what he was saying all the way back home to your shared apartment.

Once you were there, you gently placed him down on the bed and started to help him get changed. He was still rambling. It was always quite surprising to you how much he could talk at times, you weren't even responding most of the time.

After you had finished changing his clothes, you sat down beside him and placed a hand on his thigh.

"If they just tried to view things my way then-" Anaxa was cut off when you suddenly leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips. The scholar was caught off guard, his face slowly turning red as his eyes stayed focused on your lips.

"Hmph," he scoffed, typically he would give you a snarky response or tell you not to interrupt him, but now he just quietly leaned in a bit. He clearly wanted you to kiss him again.

You smiled softly as you pressed your lips against his again and carefully pushed him down onto the bed so that you were on top of him. You admired the way his hair was slightly messed up now and the soft blush spread across his face, paired with the somewhat pouty expression he had.

"Sleep," you said, laying down next to him and tugging him closer to your chest. You could hear him grumble something incoherent as he relaxed in your arms.

Blade

Blade wasn't a man of many words, he preferred to keep most of his thoughts to himself. He wasn't particularly quiet about your relationship, however. He made sure others knew he had a boyfriend, especially if they looked at him weird; he'd glare at them saying "I have a boyfriend." and watch with amusement as they walked away.

When Blade got drunk, however, he would be even more open about it. He still wouldn't speak any more than usual, but as soon as you showed up after Kafka called you to pick him up, he decided that you should sit on his lap instead of standing beside him.

To say he was a bit clingy when drunk was an understatement, he refused to let you get up from his thighs and instead kept his face buried in the back of your neck. His grip on you was tight, but not too tight to the point it was hard for you to breathe.

"Seems like Bladie is feeling a bit clingier than usual," Kafka commented in an amused tone. Meanwhile, you gently traced your fingers over your boyfriends hand. He hummed in response and slightly tightened his hold on you. Since it didn't seem like you'd be able to get up any time soon, you instead decided to chat with Kafka and Silver Wolf for the time being.

Some time later, Blade finally softened his hold on you a little, leaning closer to your ear.

"Home..." He said, his voice slightly hoarse. The sound and vibration of his chest sent a shiver down your spine.

You got off of his lap and took hold of his arm so he wouldn't bump into anything or anyone on his way out. You waved a goodbye to the other two stellaron hunters before directing your attention to the man practically glued to your side.

"You okay?" You asked, though the look on his face made you feel a bit nervous. His eyes were focused on you and you alone, drowning out everything else around him. He was always a bit hard to read, but now it felt even more difficult than usual.

You sighed in relief when you finally arrived home, taking off your shoes and guiding Blade to your shared bedroom. You turned around for a moment to get your pyjamas out of your closet, when you felt Blade's strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and soft kisses being pressed against the exposed skin on the back of your neck. You chuckled a little, his bangs were tickling you.

However, when you suddenly lifted you off the ground and tossed you on the bed, you certainly felt startled. Even more so because you now realised he had removed his shirt and the only thing left were the bandages on his body.

"Blade what-" You were cut off as he pressed a kiss against your neck And another, and another. It wasn't rough or needy or anything, it was soft and loving, careful.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down against you, feeling the weight of him press you down into the mattress as he finally stopped pouring his love for you out against your skin. He relaxed his tense muscles and closed his eyes, feeling the way your fingers ran through his hair in a calming manner.

"Tired?" You asked.

"Mmm..." He sighed, rolling onto his side and pulling you on top of him. You could tell by the way he was holding onto you that you certainly would not be able to get up again to get changed. His chest was way too comfortable for that anyway.

"Hm.. Goodnight, Bladie," you mumbled, but the only response you could hear was the soft sound of his steady breaths.

Sunday

Sunday didn't drink often. Partially because he was a lightweight, partially because he always seemed to embarass himself when he got drunk.

Like the one time he had thought you were planning to break up with him just because you got up to use the restroom. Or that other time when you were still living in penacony together and he had attempted to sing one of Robin's songs while intoxicated. He wasn't that bad of a singer usually, but when you had shown him the video of his singing the next day, he would have preferred to crawl into a hole and never come back out again.

He was only planning to spend some time in the party car with the other nameless, but had seemingly gotten carried away and drank one too many glasses of alcohol. Now, he was lying face down on the ground, having tripped over his own feet in an attempt to get up and go to the room you two shared. The Trailblazer had taken a picture of him and sent it to you, telling you that your "princess needs saving".

So, now you were standing over your boyfriend who still wasn't moving. You heard March mumble something along the lines of "is he dead?". He certainly looked the part. With a sigh, you kneeled down and poked one of his wings.

"Uh.. huh..?" Sunday tried to raise his head, though, much to his dismay, his head was definitely spinning too much for the halovian.

"[name]...?" He muttered, trying his hardest to focus his vision onto one of the multiple images of you he was seeing. You almost laughed at the dazed, confused look on his face.

"Let's get you to bed, Sunny," you mumbled. You bent down and carefully scooped him up into your arms, so that you were now carrying him bridal style, before you left to bring him to your sleeping chambers. He was clinging to your neck the entire way and staring at you as if he was trying to decipher some secret code hidden within your eyes.

Once you arrived at your room, you brought him inside and set him down on the bed. Knowing him, he would probably still insist on getting fully changed into his pyjamas.

You made your way over to the closet and opened it, taking out a baby blue pyjama. It's fabric was soft and silken to the touch. You were about to turn around when you heard a crash behind you, spinning on your heel.

Sunday was laying half on the bed, half on the ground, his head and arms stuck in the confines of his shirt. He seemed to have tried to remove it himself but gotten a bit... tangled up.

"Oh dear," you put the pyjamas back down on a chair next to you and walked over to Sunday, helping him sit up straight again. He was often a little disoriented when drunk, so this was no surprise to you.

You gently removed his shirt and the rest of his clothes til he was left in only his underwear. He was so out of it he didn't even seem to register being almost fully naked in front of you- not that you would mind. You had seen him naked multiple times already. Sunday would just typically get quite flustered over something like this.

After you finally managed to help him put on his pyjamas and made sure he had drank one glass of water, you finally laid down on the bed with him. You put on the tv in your room since you were yet to feel sleepy. There was a random cartoon running at the moment.

The little bird featured in the cartoon had happily picked up a cake from a bakery and was now escorting it back home, when someone bumped into it, causing it to drop the cake. The little bird's expression dropped and it started to mourn the cake splattered on the ground now.

Apparently the scene felt quite emotional to your boyfriend in his drunken state, seeing the poor bird grow all sad made tears form in Sunday's eyes.

"I-it was so.. happy about the cake," he said, sniffling quietly. You deadpanned upon realising that he was crying and hurriedly turned off the tv.

"Alright, enough tv for tonight..." You pulled Sunday's head into your chest and turned off the lights.

"The poor bird..."

"Sleep, love."

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Mydei loves kissing your cheek. It’s one of those little things he does without thinking, like breathing. His lips always seem to find that soft spot, especially when the day’s been long or his mind’s all tangled up. He could be in the worst mood, growly and quiet, arms crossed and brow furrowed—but if you’re near, if you’re close enough, that cheek kiss still happens. Gentle and slow, just a little press of warmth that says more than he ever could with words.

It’s not always easy to tell what he’s feeling. Mydei can be hard to read when he’s upset—gruff with his words, sharp with his tone, sometimes acting like he doesn’t want anyone near. But deep down, he’s just tired, frustrated, maybe a little overwhelmed by things he doesn’t know how to fix. And when that happens, he leans into you more. He might not ask for comfort out loud, but the way he kisses your cheek—again and again, like he’s making sure you’re still there—it’s his quiet way of saying, “Please don’t go. I need you right now.”

And you never pull away. Even when he’s at his worst, you know he doesn’t mean to be cold. You can see right through the grumpy act—the way his hands tremble a little when they reach for you, the way he sighs so deeply once he’s tucked against your side. That kiss on your cheek always changes something in him. His shoulders relax, his jaw unclenches, and suddenly the world isn’t as heavy anymore. Just having you close, warm and patient, helps him find his way back to calm.

Sometimes, when you kiss him back—softly on his jaw or just brushing your nose against his—it completely melts him. His whole body softens, like he’s been holding everything in and finally lets it go. He gets so quiet, eyes a little glassy, like he’s trying not to fall apart from how safe you make him feel. He might whisper something like, “You’re too good to me,” but his arms stay around you like he never wants to let go. Because no matter how grumpy, tired, or lost he gets, that little kiss on your cheek always brings him home.

[despairots]

Hello I wasn't sure if requests are open but I wanted to request something. How do you think Phainon, Mydei, and Anaxa (separately) would react to a vampire reader who's become addicted to their blood, due to them not being able to have any for a while, and the reader just pounces on him whenever they get desperate enough.

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𓏵 phainon x gn!reader , mydei x gn!reader , anaxa x gn!reader ♱ fluff , suggestive

⟡ ݁₊ . ˎˊ˗ that was so romantic bro. whenever I wake up im like “okay… i have requests to do” thats how much i love u all❤️❤️ also reader flirty asf for some reason and sub!anaxa bc we love it

♱ phainon!

phainon has no problem with you drinking his blood. if you’re surviving then that’s all he needs, but with his duties as a chrysos heir, he often forgets that you need blood to survive. it doesn’t help when the longer he’s away, the stronger your urges are. you didn’t wanna bother him by telling him to come asap for a quick sip of his blood.

you weren’t trying to be selfish — not one bit — but without phainon around to satisfy your desire for his blood, you start to become… a little uncanny? no one call blame you for being selfish this one time, you’re just trying to live and his blood keeps you on the edge due to how addictive it is. you didn’t want anyone else to have a taste of it.

when phainon does come home after a long week of being a hero, he’s shocked when the house seems empty and eerie. though, he shouldn’t be surprised. his partner is a vampire and—oh.

the realization hit phainon like a brick; you didn’t have his blood to keep you on the bay. creeping up the stairs and slowly opening the door, shutting it quietly behind him. he saw you curled up in your shared bed with his button up shirt. phainon was barely able to let a word out before he was tackled to the ground with a yelp.

he felt the collar of his black undershirt being tugged down, phainon’s hands shutting up to hold you still, “wait!” you paused with a narrowed look, fangs inches away from piercing his skin. you leaned back with a pointed look, the desire to just drink every drop of his blood being held back, “phainon,”

the heir swallowed a gulp of saliva, no matter how many times you’ve drunk his blood, phainon will never get used to the intensity of it.

“…please.” the pleading in your voice made phainon’s hands grip onto your waist tighter before nodding slowly, seeing pleasure glimmer into your eyes. he prepared himself, moving his head to the side to give you access as a shaky breath left his mouth.

you just chuckled against his throat, “relax, cutie.” phainon felt you lick at a spot between his shoulder and neck, shivering underneath the feeling, “aren’t you used to it by now?” phainon was about to shake his head before he realized you were still there, “no. it’s still,” another shaky sigh, “a bit intense.”

you grinned against his neck, “should’ve remembered that before you disappeared without leaving me a drop of your blood, huh?” and with that you sunk your fangs into his neck, phainon tensing up underneath you and lightly squirming with a whimper.

the intensity he was talking about confusing the line between pleasure and pain as he felt himself slip through the pleasure of it all. it was intimate, it was hot, it had phainon holding you closer with a sigh. maybe it wasn’t so bad to leave you like this.

♱ mydei!

mydei was a bit more… closed off? it’s not like he wasn’t bothered by it, he knew you needed it to survive but why him? so when you explained to him that it was a lot more deep and intimate if you drank from someone you loved, he doesn’t mind. just give him a heads-up instead of just scaring him with a nibble to his nape.

like phainon, he’s a chrysos heir and the crowned prince of castrum kremnos, mydei’s often busy but he makes sure you’re surviving throughout the day by giving you some of his blood. the only time his ever forgotten was when he and phainon were in a tuff competition that made mydei completely forget about your daily intake for his blood.

the entire day, you were wondering if he had forgotten or you were just greedy as hell. you were addicted to his blood, like terribly so, but who could blame you? if the blood you were drinking from came from someone you love, it just tastes sweeter, better than most blood.

the desire was breaching past your rationality, snapping yourself back into reality when you found yourself dreaming about keeping mydei inside so you can just drink his blood. that’s how bad its gotten, and you never want it to get this bad again.

when mydei finally comes home at the brink of night, he’s surprised when you come out the shadows and pin him against the wall, fangs inches away from his neck until you leaned up to his ears, “where the hell were you?” mydei blinked, still processing your sudden sneak attack before he looked down to where you were buried into his neck.

the scent of his blood just underneath the sweet skin of his made you shiver, saliva piling up as you swallowed the urge down, waiting for his consent.

“i… forgot. i’m sorry.” mydei’s neck tickled when you just let out a breathy chuckle, nudging your nose against the skin of his neck, “so you wouldn’t mind me taking a bit more, right?” he hesitated, juggling his decision before nodding, it’d be fair right? plus, you always took care of him the next day.

“always so willing to please, mydei. how cute.” you grinned before biting down onto his neck, relishing the intoxicating scent and taste, letting out a satisfied sigh. mydei, on the otherhand, held his breath, releasing a shaky breath. every time you do this, mydei remembers why you said it’s so much more intimate, because it is.

maybe he likes this side of you.

♱ anaxa!

anaxa’s was a bit more hesitant before he reluctantly agreed to it. he said that he can get information on your species in exchange for his blood, and you agreed. it didn’t bother you, really, you knew anaxa’s thirst for knowledge and he knew your thirst for blood, it was a fair trade. he hasn’t forgotten his part in this exchange, neither did you, but you know his schedule.

he’s one of the seven sages, a professor, a chrysos heir — a ton of buttfuck occupations. anaxa’s schedule is busy, so you’re not surprised when he comes home late, you can hold out for a little longer. but it doesn’t help when you’ve become disgustingly addicted to his blood.

anaxa doesn’t really notice that sometimes you’ll drink more of your share but even if he did, he doesn’t point it out. he somewhat likes your greedy side, he keeps it in mind whenever he thinks you were being a tad bit more ‘annoying,’ his words not mine. but he doesn’t do it often nor does he forget.

the one time he does forget is when he finds himself waking up on his desk before realizing he spent the entire day at the grove, grading papers. anaxa then realizes that because he didn’t come home, you’re probably withering in pain due to not having a sip.

he comes home a bit wary…

which is excusable when you tackle him onto the bed, hands pinned above his head with your teeth start nibbling onto his neck, collar pulled down just a bit, “you’re a fucking asshole.” you insulted against his neck, pupils turning into slits when you smelt his blood.

anaxa holds in a shaky exhale, narrowing his eyes at your head, “and you’re not?” you scoffed and leaned back, a unamused expression on your face as you stared down at him, “don’t be a smartass.” anaxa raised an eyebrow, “that’ll be a hard request.” clicking your tongue, you released his wrists, and unbuttoned his collar with a ‘stupid’ under your breath.

anaxa was gonna open his mouth before you lowered yourself back to his neck, finding himself unable to say anything remotely offensive, “shut up. you didn’t come home yesterday and you think you can be your usually uptight self? titans, you do need to get laid…” anaxa bit his lips when you finally bit down.

gods, it was so intimate. the way your hands shrugged off his caplet to hold the skin he hid away from everyone’s eyes, the way you dug closer into his body like you wanted to fuse with him. everything about it made anaxa hold onto his breath to make sure a sigh of pleasure didn’t leave his mouth.

maybe, just maybe he’ll leave you desperate like this again.

[mydeisthrone]

BJ HC's for Mydei & Phainon (seperate) x Male!Reader (NSFW)

A/N: Hii :3 just a quick lil thing while i get used to their characters so not proofread

Mydei

Loves receiving no matter how flustered he gets when you get on your knees, hiding his face behind his hand, his brows furrowed as he watches you intently. His breathing grows heavier with every move you make, a groaning mess by the end of it.

Loves just resting his hand on your head, makes you bob your head to his preferred rythm if he’s way too needy and you’re being too much of a tease. 

Cumming down your throat turns him on so much that it doesnt take much to rip another orgasm out of him with a few licks to his tip right after his previous one. His cum coating your tongue, the feeling of your throat around his cock as he pumps his load into his pretty boy? How can he not be sensitive as all hell after it?

Moans and groans so much, he’ll hide it at first, trying to not embarrass himself too much. Though when he’s close to his orgasm, he puts his arm on his face as you watch his abs flex, his pitch getting deeper as he chants your name over and over again before he cums with a cry, his hips thrusting up into your mouth as he gasps contuinously while riding out his high.

Phainon

Definitely a shameless one once he gets into it. He’ll be all shy and hesitant at first but when his dick is in your mouth believe that he’s fucking your mouth every time. He doesn’t go slow, he doesn’t do slow, he loves it when your teeth grazes his cock a little, makes him twitch and leak pre-cum right down your throat.

So fucking loud too, moans like a whore. Moaning your name, pleading with breathy gasps, whining every time you stop to breathe a little bit, saying “please” whenever he’s close over and over again. 

Likes to make you take all of him in one go, your nose flush against his pelvis as his fingers feel the line of his cock on your throat. Shuddering as he feels just how big he is compared to your adorable mouth and throat. 

Always, full eye contact. Always, always. His eyes never leave your face, you look so fucking gorgeous, his boyfriend going down on him as his lips get covered with his cum? How could he look away?

[whatiscooking]

Hii idk if you're still open for req but I have my hot take. You can ignore it if you want.

Genshin men with partner who are too independent they forgot they could lean on them even though they struggle silently (idk like financial struggle or whatever you like) yes I'm a suffer for angst 😞 pls include my beloved kinich and lyney plsplspslspsl 🙏🙏🙏

Authors note: I wasn’t sure how I wanted to write this out. Usually I wait until I have motivation but my finger slipped and I hit reply. It seems I was forced to reply to this (I love pretending I’m being held against my will for things I do willingly). I might make a part two. I am lowkey unsure if I answered this right. I kept the silent struggle vague so the reader could decide what it’d be.

Featuring: Lyney, Xiao, Alhaitham, Baizhu, Freminet, Lohen, Kaveh, Razor, Tighnari, Bennett, Kazuha, Durin, Neuvillette, Diluc, Heizou, Kinich, Flins, Gaming, Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Gorou, and Wriothesley,

Assuming you’re married.

Warnings: Slight spoiler on Scaramouche (Sumeru chapter) and Neuvillette (story quest and Fontaine chapter), some light agnst

Understands

Lyney knows the feeling, after all he’s the same way when his mental health issues flare up. He knows how it feels like to take on burdens by himself. He’d rather it be him than you so why don’t you ever ask him for help? I think he’d be the type to be more upset over you not asking for help with the little stuff. Even though it upsets him he can see why you wouldn’t mention big stuff like debt. What he doesn’t understand however, is why you don’t even ask him to do the small things like grab something for you from the store on his way back from work. It starts off as little complaints, to reassurance, to eventually an argument when he is at his wits. The argument will be huge since half of what he says is hypocritical and he knows it.

Xiao tries not to be around you too much to avoid his debt affecting you. At first he thought you were just being cautious when you avoided his help. Soon he realized that was just who you were. He wishes he could help you with everything you need, but the thought of it scares him. A part of him blames himself since you guys aren’t like normal couples. Xiao will ask you to call his name if you ever need anything. If you don’t it’ll worry him. When he’s around he tries to help you without you having to ask but will immediately stop if you ask him not to. The push and pull between wanting you to rely on him more and fear of causing you harm eats him alive. If he ever finds out you didn’t tell him about something you’ve been quietly struggling with he’ll so silent. Was he that bad of a husband? He knows that he isn’t the best man to come to when it comes to certain human struggles, but at the very least he’d listen. He isn’t sure how to address the situation.

Annoyed

Alhaitham will always sigh after you reject his help. He doesn’t understand why you do this. You know that he’s more than competent. He’s often forced to help people he doesn’t want to, yet here he is being unable to help the one person he cares for. He didn’t think you were this stubborn so when he finds out you’ve been struggling with something big he goes silent. He’ll stand in the doorway of your room, watching you for a moment. The woman he loves kept something so huge from him. He wants to yell at you. He wants to scream and berate you, but the sorrow in your eyes will instantly make him fold. He’ll hug you and whisper that it’ll be alright. Don’t think you got away with this though. After everything is dealt with he will make you come clean about everything and promise him that you’ll never hide struggles like this from him again. If something like this does happen again Alhaitham will feel betrayed thus leading to an inevitable divorce.

Baizhu can’t help but sigh every time he catches you taking on a task that is too big for you. He knows that trauma makes people do crazy things but he never expected you to keep such a big struggle a secret. He gets the urge to lecture you, but he quickly lowers his tone. The first thing he will do is make sure you are okay both mentally and physically. Afterwards he’d want to talk it out but the sudden information that you’d been lying to him about your wellbeing will cause him to be beyond frustrated. He knows better than to talk to you when he doesn’t have a clear head so he’ll tell you he’s going on a walk. He’ll stop right as he opens the door to remind you that he’s here when you need him. If anything happens you should call him. When he comes back he will give you a mix of comfort saying that “everything will be alright” and a lecture about how bad it is to try and handle everything by yourself.

Freminet feels useless when he finds out. You’re always such a big help to him so why can’t he help you? It especially upsets him when you don’t ask for help with the few things he’s good at like repairing the AC. He knows he isn’t the most useful person, but is there nothing he could do for you? One day he will get enough courage to offer to help you. If you say no he will have a dejected look. If he finds out you didn’t tell him about something huge it will only hurt his confidence more. He’s a pro at intel gathering and yet he didn’t notice? Why would you keep it from him? Did you think there was no point in telling him? He’ll be at a loss with how to deal with this situation. He won’t ask his siblings for advice unless Lynette pressures him into saying. He can’t talk to you about it since you always brush him off.

Lohen is equally as guilty at this. He can’t even give you points on why relying on others is important because he tries his best not to rely on others. Finding out that you’ve been struggling silently without him knowing makes him feel weak. It feels just like when Lohen first saw the signs of Adorno getting old, since Adorno first tried keeping it secret. Lohen isn’t vulnerable when he can help it. The situation scratches at him enough until he’s forced to tell you how he feels. If you remain stubborn he’ll relent. “Fine then, do whatever you want, ” Lohen begrudges. This doesn’t mean he stops worrying but he’ll let you struggle since you want to so much. He’ll quietly remind you that he’s here if you need help as your situation continues to spiral. Every time that you brush him off will only make him more and more upset. He’ll talk to the traveller about it but only when he’s at his wits end. He hates that he’s telling someone else his problems but at the end of his day you’re his wife. That means that you’ll always be his problem.

Kaveh doesn’t get why you’re being so stubborn. He’ll offer to help and clutch his fist whenever you say no for no good reason. He knows that relying on others can be embarrassing, but he’s your husband. Once you marry someone you have to give up such forms of embarrassment. When he finds out you kept something big from he’s genuinely shocked. He doesn’t want to believe that you’d keep something like this from him. He will ask you about it. When you don’t answer him his emotions will switch from confusion to a mix of sadness and anger. Why didn’t you tell him? Yeah he has his own issues but he can afford to have a few more if it means you’ll have less to worry about. It’ll lead to an argument, an argument filled with hints of love and care. He will hold you by your arms and make you swear you’ll never keep your struggles silent again.

Razor is used to seeing couples share equal responsibilities, so what’s up with you trying to take on everything by yourself? He doesn’t like it, not one bit. He’s constantly trying to get you to rely on him. He’s asked everyone he knows for advice on how to get you to be less independent. When he can he tries to help anyway even if you say no. When he finds out you’ve been struggling silently he’s at a loss for what to say. He doesn’t have the vocabulary to express everything he’s feeling right now. He’ll say a sentence like: “Angry…very angry…mate, why not tell me?” You’ll have no idea what he’s trying to tell you but his facial expression speaks volumes. He’ll get Lisa to act as his spokesperson. She isn’t stepping in though. Afterwards you’ll get the silent treatment from Razor. You won’t be able to find him anywhere for a couple of days. Only then will Lisa talk to you about how you made him feel. If you’re in Wolvendom he will still keep an eye on you. He’ll step in if you’re in any danger. After that though he’s gone again. A conversation from his pack members is what makes him find you days later to clear the air.

Tighnari really doesn’t like this type of attitude. Everyone needs help sometimes. You are apart of his life so you must accept his help. He’ll often make comments on how this type of mindset will hurt you in the long run. If he ever finds out you’ve been struggling with something silently he will first offer to help you. If you say no he’ll tell you straight up that he refuses to be with someone who acts this way. “It is okay to need help sometimes. It’s one thing to not allow me to help you carry the groceries. It’s another for you to keep the fact that you’ve been struggling with…. just so I wouldn’t help you. We’re married. You can’t just keep everything to yourself. You are not a burden and neither are your problems so stop acting like it’ll burn you if you ever tell me that you need help.”

Sad

Bennett has had a feeling that you’ve been hiding something. He knew you were hyper independent. It’s one of the many things he finds amazing about you. Still, he didn’t like how you never relied on him. He was especially upset when he found out you went out without taking Bennett’s adventure team with you. He saw the signs but when he finds out you hid something that’s been silently killing you he’s at a loss. He isn’t sure how to feel. He immediately thinks about the problem as both of your problem. For example if you had accumulated a massive debt he isn’t sure what to do. He will try to think about ways to get both you guys out the situation. He’s sad that you don’t trust him enough to tell him when you need help but he isn’t mad about it. He’d only get fed up if multiple big things happened and you still refuse to rely on him after he helps you get through them.

Kazuha doesn’t like seeing you overwork yourself with every little thing. He might not be able to erase your burden but at the very least he can help ease it. He’ll constantly reassure you that he’s here for you, even if you ignore it. If he ever finds out that you’ve been struggling silently with something big his reaction would depend on how it affected your wellbeing. If it didn’t harm you in any way he will be rightfully upset but will first focus on getting you out of your situation. If he found out your actions had a mental or physical toll on you then you’ll be in for an argument. You have never seen Kazuha this mad at you before. He doesn’t take your wellbeing lightly. He’s willing to go against anyone who poses a threat to your safety, even if that person is you. Kazuha is full of communication so it’s hard for you to go against any of his points. He doesn’t yell at you or anything which will only make his disappointment more apparent. Kazuha is the type of guy to make you shrink when he’s mad because he’s almost never mad at you.

Durin thought he’d know how to deal with an independent lover. You aren’t the only one in his life who refuses to accept help. Scaramouche was the same way when Durin first met him. He figured out how to navigate around Scaramouche’s tendencies so why can’t he navigate yours? He’ll explain to you over and over why you shouldn’t try to do everything by yourself. It’ll lead to countless arguments that never fully get resolved. If he ever finds out you’ve been keeping something huge from him he’ll feel heartbroken. It’ll end in a huge argument. Soon he’ll go to Albedo and tell him the situation. Durin cares for you so much but you don’t seem to care how he feels when he finds out that you keep doing things that slowly break you. Depending on the severity of the secret Albedo might advise that Durin leave or at the very least give you an ultimatum. Durin will refuse but after some thought he’ll do it. He loves you but he can’t allow himself to continue to be hurt by your stubbornness. He’ll be close to tears when he decides to tell you that he can’t do the relationship anymore.

Neuvillette believes that if he remains a steady rock in your life that you’ll one day learn to trust him enough to tell him your problems. He’s lived a long time. He knows that things like this take time. Sometimes he’ll wish that you would rely on him more, but he won’t ever mention it to you. If he finds out that you kept something from him that you’ve been struggling with he will go silent. The silent that Neuvillette gets when he’s hit with his past. He’s lost so many people because they stayed quiet about their problems. Carol, Vautrin, and even Furina were all dear people that he lost due to them refusing to seek him out during their times of need. He won’t make the same mistakes again. This time he will make sure that you let him help you. Neuvillette is an intelligent man so he’ll think of the best course of action to help you. Expect rain in your forecast as you two deal with this relationship test.

Diluc doesn’t understand why you’re so against him helping you. It reminds him of many of the old knights he used to work with. He wants to allow you to have your own independence, but he finds it hard to just sit there and watch you struggle with things. If Diluc finds out you’ve been silently struggling with something he will deal with the problem first, lecture you later.

Just stops giving you an option

Heizou knows the pressure of being forced to be independent from a young age. Once you get used to it you find it hard to stop. He helps you the way he wishes others would help him. He just doesn’t allow to say no. He forces you to accept his help until you willingly come for his help. He knows why you’re like this so he doesn’t blame you. If he finds out you were struggling with something big like financial issues that he didn’t know about he will become very upset with himself. How didn’t he see the signs? Heizou is the type to try to carry both your worlds on his shoulders. He’ll begin to wonder what else you’re hiding since it takes a skilled actor for him to not notice these things. He’ll begin to over analyze you to try and find out what else you’re struggling with. Eventually both of your stubbornness becomes bad for both of your mental healths.

Kinich was rather annoyed with how you were acting when you first got together. It’s not many that he’s willing to help without any payment and yet you refused to accept his free help. Eventually it got to the point where he just stopped asking you if you needed help and just helped you. He’d ignore any unsolicited refusals. If he ever found out you were struggling with something huge and never told him he’d go silent. I think he’d honestly rethink a future with you since what good is you guys being married if you can’t rely on each other when you need to? Has he not proven that he is a reliable man?

Flins loved how much of a capable person you were. Before you got together he’d even dump a few of his responsibilities on you. Once you got married he thought you’d naturally ease into relying on him. When you didn’t he tried to subtly introduce himself into your daily routines. If you still refuse to let him in he will be appalled. Why would anyone want to work this hard when someone else is offering. Eventually he just jumps into tasks before you say no with the excuse that he just “couldn’t help himself.” If he finds out about something big you’ve been silently struggling with he will first be a little upset about your lack of communication. He will also take it as an opportunity to gain your trust. He’ll make you swear never to hide anything like this again. If you hide even small things after that he will hold you accountable. Eventually you’re forced to give up.

Gaming has met your type before. He knows he’s supposed to be patient until you learn that you can depend on him, but he finds it hard to just sit there. He wants to make your life as easy as possible so he helps on instinct. Even if you scold him he’ll just laugh it off and tell you that “this is what a husband’s for.” Relationships are all about helping each other so he has to find ways to help you. If you’re really stubborn about it he will try to be more subtle with how he helps you. Sometimes you’ll catch him loosening jars or reorganizing your cabinets so things are easier for you to reach. When he finds out you kept something big like financial struggle from him he’ll put on his best angry expression and lecture you. Once he thinks you got the point he’ll instantly crumble. He’ll begin reassuring you that everything will be fine. He’ll almost immediately start thinking of how to get you out of the situation.

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax never gave you the option to say no in the first place. “Let me help you,” isn’t a request it’s a command. He fews your overly independence as an inconvenience not a flaw. He’s great at keeping tabs on you so he knows what you need without having to ask. Assuming you’re a normal woman he has a secret bodyguard or two tailing you. He just doesn’t want you to accidentally get hurt. If you somehow manage to keep something as big as financial struggle from him he’ll come home with a smile. He might even act casual. Wait until you try to get close to him to hug or kiss him. He’ll hold you but you can tell someone is wrong. “So when were you going to tell me?” Childe will inquire. You’ll look at him confused, “tell you what?” “When were you going tell me that you…?” You’ll look at him and instinctively try to take a step back, but you’re silly if you think he’ll let you. Only now do you notice a vein slightly bulging in his forehead. The smile he wears in an angry one. You’re in huge trouble.

Scaramouche/Wanderer is always irritated when you decline his help because you don’t want to be a burden. “Let me help.” Scaramouche will tsk as he assists you despite your hesitations. He’s learning to rely on others so he thinks so should you. If he ever finds out you’ve been keeping something huge from him he won’t immediately come find you. Instead he’ll find a quiet place to just think. Hope that Nahida finds him because she’ll help him process his emotions a lot better. If she does it’ll be a lot easier for him to talk calmly when he confronts you. If she doesn’t he’ll raise his voice. He’ll be even more frustrated as he does so since he’s been working on never yelling at you but he just can’t help it. At one point his eyes will get all watery and he’ll begin to cry. He doesn’t even know what he’s crying about. Is it because he’s angry that you’d keep something from him? Or is it because he hates how he didn’t notice your suffering? Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been trying not to keep secrets from you and now this feels like a mini betrayal that you’ve decided he wasn’t worth telling. Either way he’s trying his best to wipe his tears away. This can end one of two ways: he ends up yelling at you placing an almost permanent strain on how you view each other or he storms out for another quiet walk. I don’t think he’d be able to properly explain his feelings right away. The whole ideal would probably take months of repair work on both ends for you guys to learn to trust each other.

Confused

Gorou isn’t sure how to get you to rely on him. Yes independence is an admirable trait, but as a general he knows how important it is to rely on others. Everyone has limits, even you. The first few months he’ll try to compensate by constantly asking you to help with every little thing. He’s hoping you’ll at least say yes to some things. Whenever you say no you’ll see his ears go flat. If he ever finds out you kept something big from him he won’t know what to say. All he can asks is “Why?” He’s your husband. What reason is there for you to keep things like this to yourself. He’ll talk to Kokomi or another soldier about it. They’ll tell him that he should be mad, instead he’s just confused. What does this mean for you guys? How is he supposed to keep you safe if you hide everything that dangers you? Until you two are able to have a meaningful conversation, things between you guys are insanely awkward. Gorou isn’t sure what he feels.

Lets you struggle

Wriothesley won’t force you to let him help you. You’re an adult so you’re free to make adult choices. He’ll only step in when you make a choice that puts you in danger. He makes it clear that he’s always there for you when you need it so he won’t say you it out loud unless he thinks you need to hear it. The severity of what you’ve been silently struggling with will change how he deals with it. If it’s something that doesn’t actually pose a threat to him he’ll wait until you’re forced to come to him for help. “Well wasn’t that easy?” Wriothesley will respond to your reluctant plea. If it’s something that could have caused you great harm he will pull you into his office one day and lock the door the door behind you. He’ll be in such a serious mood that you’ll see no traces of tea on his desk. He’ll speak to you in his warden voice scaring you enough into sitting straight as you sit across from him. You’ll be in his office for hours after that discussing the negativity of your choices.

Didn’t write for

Won’t because I’ll mischaracterize them: Sethos, Ororon, Ifa, Mika, Illuga, Dahlia, Ayato

Am considering putting in a part two if I can figure out their reaction: Zhongli, Thoma, Xinqui, Venti, Varka, Kaeya, Itto, Cyno, Chongyun, Albedo + Snezhnaya men when released

Feel free to let me know if I forgot someone!

Interactions appreciated

[lunaefreya]

cooking but with extra steps

. . . synopsis: cooking a romantic morning meal with boyfriend!mydei but the cooking process is anything BUT romantic. . . . wc: 1.2k . . . notes: might be ooc, established relationship, mydei has the patience of a saint (i think), reader is slightly impatient when it comes to cooking, they (kinda) bicker like an old married couple, fluff !!

“Where’d you leave the onion powder?” Mydei asks while chopping up some bell peppers, centering his focus on twisting the placental wall out, setting the seeds aside on a piece of paper. “You said you bought some from the supermarket not so long ago.”

“…It’s somewhere alright, I tossed it somewhere in the pantry because I was too lazy to organize it and now I can’t find it.” You shrug, your voice echoing from inside the pantry, your neck hurting from craning it for too long. You stare at the intimidating variety of condiments at the top shelf and organized in a way only Mydei can understand. Probably. “I’ll…” You gulp, picking up random condiments that don’t even have labels on them. How does he even—

You sigh deeply, already starting to regret ever pitching this ‘cute’ idea to him in the first place. “Just give me a moment!!” You glance down at one of the condiments you picked— a mysterious red powder that made your nose crinkle upon sniffing its fumes accidentally. This one is definitely not onion powder.

“A very long moment…”

It was no secret your boyfriend was the better chef from the two of you, he held a cooking prowess you lacked and you were completely fine with it. Especially when that same cooking prowess is used to make sure you don’t eat the same “pathetic” sandwich every morning and evening.

You can hold your own in the kitchen as well, though you rarely ever step foot in the kitchen for longer than an hour. There was hardly a need when you often grabbed two slices of bread, slapped them together with ham and cheese in-between and left the house to go on with your day.

And even if you do magically have the time to cook, going through agonizing hours of cutting, preheating the stove, making sure you measured everything properly— all on an empty stomach??

Yeah no. It was a fate you never want to go through… so you might as well let your boyfriend handle it!

And besides, watching Mydei cook was a treat in itself. The way he carried himself around the kitchen with silent confidence, the way his brows furrow in deep concentration when following recipes online, only for him to ditch the methodical way and resort to winging the measurements instead?

It was nothing short of mesmerizing.

The same can’t be said about your shared predicament though.

“Did you end up finding the onion powder?”

“No?” You say before coughing, accidently sniffing another mysterious condiment that made your eyes water a bit. It’s garlic powder... probably. It didn't matter what the condiment was, all you knew was how it made you regret stepping foot in the pantry in the first place. “How the hell can you find your way around this…” You pause, trying to find the appropriate word that best describes the state of your shared pantry. Tapping the unlabeled condiment bottle out of mere spite. “Labyrinth?” Mydei lets out a weary sigh, setting the knife down on the counter before walking towards the pantry, already bracing himself for whatever problem he’ll end up solving himself.

“First of all, you ripped off all the labels from the bottles, making it almost impossible to distinguish each mysterious condiment from each other. And second of all, you didn’t even bother to—”

You pause the series of complaints the moment you feel his looming presence from behind, causing your eyes to widen a bit.

Oh.

Probably shouldn’t have said that.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, staring at you with his typical resting bitch face. Utterly stoic and mildly bothered. “Hm? And what else?” He asks, raising a sharp brow at your comically wide eyes. “Go on,” He tilts his head, urging you to keep blabbering on for his own amusement. “I’m curious as to what you have to say.”

“What?” You feign ignorance, looking at your boyfriend with a look that screamed of remorse. Teeny bit of it. “Oh nothing… I was uttering nonsense in the first place!” You try to save face, only for Mydei to shake his head, uncross his arms and take initiative.

Not without humbling you.

He scans the pantry with a concentration that leaves you a bit stunned. “It’s not a labyrinth if I’m able to navigate it perfectly fine.” He states plainly, acting like your perfectly reasonable complaints were nothing but a skill issue. “I’d say it’s fairly easy to navigate if you take the time to think with your brain instead of your stomach.”

“And what is that supposed to mean—”

Mydei ignores whatever weak retort leaves your lips, his gaze zeroing in on the very item that was the reason behind your minor spat in the first place. I don’t know how they managed to miss this.

He grabs the onion powder with the silent victory of a man who knows he won his case fair and square, making a show of popping the lid open, tilting the bottle in your direction. “This is what I mean.”

As soon as his eyes land on your properly, watching how your expression scrunched up in suspicion made Mydei want to roll his eyes. It’s so obvious.

He sighs deeply, sounding a bit exasperated at your clear denial of him being in the right. You won’t let up, won’t you? “You trust me with making your food but you won’t trust my intuition when it comes to finding condiments?”

“Precisely.” You scoff. “Who knows if you’re lying to me at this moment just to make a fool out of me?!”

“Hmph. How ironic. You know I have no time for such stupidity.”

Shaking his head, he hands you the onion powder. “Sniff it, I know you’re thinking it’s garlic powder instead of onion powder, but I’m sure you’ll realize the difference once you sniff—”

It didn’t take long for you to break free from your denial as soon as the pungent stench assaulted your nose hairs, causing your eye to twitch in retaliation. Yup, it’s definitely onion powder. “…Oh. You weren’t kidding.” Mydei rolls his eyes, taking the onion powder from your hands before closing the lid. “Obviously. I meant it when I said I don’t have time to indulge in inane behavior.”

“Come,” He places a gentle hand on your back, leading you away from the pantry and into the kitchen, his eyes still keeping its sharp quality. “The food won’t finish cooking itself.”

Even if your past behavior did irk Mydei a bit, it didn’t mean he won’t ditch the delicious meal he had been learning behind your back. Why throw all his hard work away because of a minor spat? A funny one at that.

Why devoid himself of your radiant smile that grew with each bite you took? Why devoid himself the chance to savor your delicious reactions whenever he leans over the counter, wiping sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb, leaving you a bit flustered yet content nonetheless? He couldn’t bring himself to stop cooking for you, not when his cooking was more than enough to temper your hunger and leave you thoroughly satisfied.

To him? Your happiness is what made it all worth it.

a/n: decided to cook this up as a warm up !! I feel like my writing has gotten a teensy bit stiff (this is what happens when I don't write for a bit😔 i forget my own flow and i'm forced to stare at my own writing blankly for 10 minutes until inspiration strikes me yet again!!) ngl i may come back to this post later today and tweak it so it reads,, i dunno,, dynamic and fun?? because funnily enough it reads kinda stale. i've been meaning to write for mydei for a fat minute too but i kept putting it off </3 until i got the random urge to write something for mydei out of all characters 🤔i probably wanted to write for someone new instead of writing for hugo for the umpteenth time (love him tho LMAOO) I guess i needed a palette cleanser!! and mydei was the character for said palette cleanser!! (these references to cooking is making me giggle sljdasfjn) which yes i'm still working on that silly hugo oneshot oooh noooo i didn't forget LMAOO wowie i don't have much to say,, probably cause it's currently 5 am uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm gonna go snook mimimi now ok ok!!

[draculiette]

bachira can't keep his hands to himself ♡

honestly, bachira wasn't really paying much attention to what you were saying. the second he set his eyes on you, his mind went blah blah blah, proper name, place name.. backstory stuff. he's dazed—and he's not even trying to hide it with the way he's trailing kisses on your knuckles as you rambled on.

"meguru! are you even listening?" you wave a hand in front of his face, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend had been shamelessly gawking at you for the past.. twenty-something? minutes. he snaps back to reality as if he'd been under a spell this whole time. "yeah, of course!" he blurts out. "those stadium seats can suck sometimes."

"i wasn't even talking about stadium seats.." you pout, clearly upset that he had been daydreaming. "see! you're lying to—"

"want a better seat?" he cuts you off without an ounce of hesitation or so much as a warning, pulling you onto his lap as you let out a surprised yelp. "baby. i love you, but would you please shut up and just kiss me already?" he's gripping onto your hands, desperate to just lean in and crash your lips together but his conscience won't allow it.

he's been so incredibly touch-starved, whispering sweet nothings with that dangerous little grin of his, and oh, his lips are mere inches away from yours now. "babe.." you clutch onto his shoulders for leverage as he left you with no choice but to straddle his lap—though you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this. he nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. "can i.."

his eyes burn with such raw desire that you've become just as hypnotised, unable to look away. you manage to hum a low "mhm" before his lips are on yours, stealing every gasp from your throat. his slender hands find their way underneath your shirt before roaming the small of your back, reverent in their touch. he's bringing you closer and you're suffocating him against the cushion—but what else can you do when close just isn't close enough?

you rock your hips back and forth, sewing your eyes shut to block out the rest of your senses. you're solely focused on deepening the kiss, trying your best to keep up with the way his tongue explores your mouth with such familiarity. he's done this a hundred times, but each time feels like the first all over again. "meguru.." you mumble into his mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair. the room feels hot and stifling, silence broken only by the sound of your laboured breaths and muffled moans.

the atmosphere intensifies with each passing second, and before you know it, your surroundings blur into insignificance and the conversations gone. he's the only thing that matters now, and all you're left with is the heat of his body against yours. just pure, unfiltered want. he finally breaks the kiss, giggling as he brushes a stray hair out of your face. "i can never get enough of you."

a/n for this absolutely GOATED request. babe the prompt was already phenomenal i barely had to write anything !! first time writing bachira tho kinda nervous

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lovely dividers by @leilakittya +@dollywons + @hyuneskkami

[bleedfurme]

chigiri headlock during sex

[narcissistshandler]

🐕 oh no! My dog got off!!

Anyways, Could I please humbly request ftm Alexis Ness ruthlessly edging him then transitioning him to a non stop overstimulation

Aight got my dog 🦮, my bad fam!

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[ PAIRING ] male reader x alexis ness (blue lock) [ CONTENT ] kaiser's existence is stressful for anyone, but you have a way of dealing with it [ TAGS ] amab!reader, established relationship, afab!ness (in this ness has not undergone any gender affirming surgery (beware if this makes you uncomfortable in any way), pussy/cunt/dick and others used to refer to ness's genitalia, vaginal sex, praise kink, vibrator, overstimulation, cumming inside

[ A/N ] i received more requests for trans ness than i expected, not complaining though! loved your dog 🤣 (and as always, trans readers, please don't hesitate to correct me if anything here is incorrect or offensive in any way.)

Here we go, just like that, you think to yourself, slippery fingers leaving the warmth of your boyfriend to climb up the inside of his thigh, taking with them the bright purple toy. He trembles violently, legs trying and failing to close with you sitting between them.

"No, no— ah, please—" Ness pleads in despair, his throat hoarse from shouting — you let him waste his voice, always let him go from complaints to murmurs, to eventual begging without trying to silence him.

You glance at the time on the virtual clock. Without noticing, an hour had already passed, and you had finally relieved Ness of all his pent-up stress and irritability, just like only you knew how. It had been a long few minutes of watching the tension transform into something else entirely, until now, when he finally became malleable under your hands.

You could still feel the pulse of his canal around your wet fingers.

"[Naame]…" Ness calls your attention back, panting and upset with the lack of it.

"Yes?" you say, turning your attention away from the clock. "Feeling ready to try again?"

You rub Ness's thighs, the tense muscles contracting beneath your fingers; the purple cord of the vibrator still coiled around your hand. Between his pale thighs, Ness's vagina was a soaked mess, dripping onto the bed. His clitoris was stiff and sensitive, the lips puffy. So much blood accumulated that the skin began to bloom in a darker shade.

You watch Ness descend from the pleasure you built and denied. One more for the count. Glassy purple eyes filled with tears, bitten lips, a line of sweat running down between the mounds of his small, perky breasts. Ness was breathing with such difficulty that you worried he might faint on you.

"Focus on me, baby. Slow down." You know it's hard for Ness to obey when the powerful toy is still vibrating against his leg, far from where he wants it, his hole squeezing around nothing.

"Aah— ple— wan-want your cock, wanna cum," Ness cries, fingers pulling at his own hair, sounding so needy that it goes straight to your cock confined in the pants. "Pleaseplease [name], I neeed it..."

"I know, I know," you silence him, running your thumb over his hard clit. The light touch makes him jump on the bed. "Just breathe," you advise, keeping your hunger and need to destroy your boyfriend under control by pushing the vibrator back inside him. His relaxed, wet hole swallows the small oval object, and you can see it pulsating even from the outside with the power of vibrations.

Ness writhes, screams so loudly it catches you by surprise, trying to pull his legs free from your grip.

You allow it, and Ness immediately pulls his legs close to his body, trembling as the tears that had been gathering begin to stream down his pretty face. He seems unsure what to do with his own body as waves of pleasure wash over him, curling up on his side in bed. Knees against his chest, giving you a perfect view of his soaked pussy between his thighs, gushing liquid.

Unfortunately, you can't see his face contorting in pleasure as he squirts all over the bed.

"That's it, you take it so well, my pretty boy, does that feel good?" you murmur compliments, kissing his thighs, the swollen lips of his pussy, the curve of his ass, his waist. Savoring the sweat on his skin and the shivers. Ness whimpers. "Let me see you, don't hide from me."

Ness obeys, turning his face, even more beautiful with tears and blush. You capture his lips with yours while simultaneously reaching for one of his legs and pulling it up, opening him for you.

"Please, please, too much— take it out—" Ness begs against your mouth, nails digging into your arms. He can barely kiss you back, his mouth clumsy beneath yours, his tongue trying to lick yours back, but only managing to let saliva trickle down his chin.

"Too much?" you repeat, kissing his wet cheek. "But I want to make you come until you can't come anymore."

Nesse's eyes widen in horror, and you laugh affectionately.

Still holding under his knee with one hand, you use the other to undo your pants and pull your cock out. You rub against his soft, wet folds, gently tapping against his sensitive clit in a way that makes Ness try to close his legs again. But you don't let him.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, and then, when we get to that point, I'm going to fuck you some more," you promise, pushing inside. "Until you lose your voice. Or you faint. Whichever comes first."

"The vibrator—" Ness gasps; you don't stop.

He feels as warm as liquid fire around you and softer than any velvet. It's so easy to sink into his cunt, he's all slippery and squeezing as the vibrator tortures his poor canal. The vibration reaches your dick and goes straight to your balls. Combined with the pleasure from inside Ness, it's maddening.

Ness is coming again and again around you, reduced to raw sounds, hips thrusting against you even though it must hurt. Reduced to nothing but a desperate whore craving cock.

I could live here, you think, deliriously, pounding his cunt, pushing the vibrator deeper inside him. Buried inside Ness, never coming out to breathe.

"Damn, baby, fuck. You love my cock filling you up, don't you?" You grasp one of his tits, small and fitting perfectly in your hand, the hard nipple rubbing against your palm. "The sweetest pussy I've ever fucked. You're fucking perfect, accepting everything I give. The most perfect fucktoy, like you were custom made for me."

The wet sound echoes in the room, skin meeting skin, a muffled squish following each time you're back inside him. Ness babbles beneath you, calling your name, perhaps begging for more, perhaps begging you to stop. His pussy milking you, hungry for your cum.

If only you had more hands...

"Be a good boy and touch your dick for me," you instruct. Ness obeys like a rag doll, only reacting to your command to reach between his legs. His eyes roll back in his skull. You feel the vibrator on the sensitive head of your cock when it reaches the bottom of Ness, with nowhere else to go.

The intense stimulation takes you by surprise, your balls tighten and before you can even think, you're cumming inside him.

Ness groans and tenses like a rope, his insides convulsing frantically, before relaxing completely, his head falling back onto the pillow. You press your hips tense against his ass, gritting your teeth as you empty inside him and the vibrator ruins the head of your cock.

"... Alexis?"

...

....

.....

[blu3l0tus]

wait when you go to trace that scar under Wriothesley’s eye and he shuts his eyes to feel it better (does that make sense) and then he’s grabbing your wrist so that he can kiss it + your palm and keep you touching his face as firmly as possible.

Oooo Hehehe he

Like this…but on the other side (art creds to nikukyu8 on twitter/x, said the Pinterest post I got this from)

[pineappical]

wanted to expand my eridian roster... meet berry and its kid pepper :)

[sharkfiinn]

[unknownsvoid]

Bachira cumming in his pants while kissing you!

He missed you so much. Sure, being in Blue Lock is fun, and he's insanely privileged to still have his spot in the facility, but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss his partner a bunch.

That's why he's taking advantage of his break by visiting you, and well, making out with you in your room. He missed kissing you so badly. He missed your taste – everything about you.

His hands snake around your waist while your lips move together in sync, and at this point, it's like he's trying to drain your soul. He'll kiss you until he's out a breath, quickly pulling away and then quickly kissing you again, repeat. He's kissing you like he's afraid you're going to disappear – spit building up in his mouth, making the kiss nastily sloppy.

He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, swirling it against yours. As soon as he does, his breath gets more heavy, and he's moaning into your mouth. You pay no attention to it, though, thinking he may just be out of breath again or starting to get turned on.

After a minute, you slide your hand between his legs, trying to see if you can palm him through his pants so you can elicit more of those pretty moans out of him, only to be surprised when you already find it wet.

You pull back, licking your mixed saliva off his lips, and look down. You find yourself looking at a dark patch in the middle of his pants. "Bachira, did you cum?"

"Huh?" He looks down as well, staring at his crotch for a moment before looking back at you with a sheepish look, "Oh... whoops?"

[qardenofeden]

bachira meguru heard the quote “to be loved is to be inconvenienced” once and ran away with it…

because why else would he be waking you up at 2:54 in the morning?

“baby, baby!” he shakes you awake, your day already ruined before it even began.

you sigh and push his hand off, clicking your tongue, “tsk, what, meguru?”

you think the use of his full first name instead of the usual nickname would’ve done it, but bachira only smiles at you as he answers.

“i had a dream that a guy was hitting on you, so i need you to go to sleep at the same time as me so we can jump him, okay?” he giggles, explaining it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“wha— megs…” you sigh, scratching your head in annoyance.

“don’t tell me you’re gonna let him hit on you?” he pouts.

“…fuck, okay, fine,” you roll your eyes, turning in bed.

“nice!” he chirps before snuggling up to you, finding space between your arms and squeezing in.

“what the—“

“we gotta touch so the connection is stronger! it’s like hotspot, babe.”

[hellsslibrary]

I love love Ness sm mhmmdmsn could you write a fic ab him

I know he's a jealous person so I've been thinking, what if the story was like Ness being jealous and bratty because they might've seen dom!reader talking or being buddies with one person and then the reader saw him being like that and reassured them with praises and mentions of breeding ? He's just the cutest guy ever......

You are absolutely perfect in my eyes, you know? Beautiful smile, tiny waist, thighs like fucking space rockets, you can take my dick, you can laugh at my stupid jokes. And you still think I would go fuck some slut? Don't be ridiculous (my husband provides the quotes, yay)

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : absolutely right!! Ness deserves the best, so everything here is very tender, loving and affectionate.

!!Warnings: SOFTdom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Ness, lots of praise, unprotected sex, implied mpreg??? (sorry, I need this), Ness has fucking thick thighs, Ness cries harder than a newborn baby, kinda yandere vibes from Ness if you squint.

"[Your name], it's too much... Please..." Ness whispers, digging his nails into your back as his face buries itself in the crook of your shoulder.

His entire body is tense as a string. His thighs wrap around your waist, practically crushing it. Tears of pleasure are running down his cheeks as he nearly chokes on them. Spit drips from the corner of his mouth, looking like ice under the direct rays of light. Fuck, he's so beautiful.

"Honey, I just put my dick in... Don't worry so much, okay? You're doing great," you whisper and he nods, trying to relax, feeling your dick inside him not move, letting him get used to the sensation.

He lets go of you and lies back down on the pillows, looking at you through his tears. The German sobs when he sees how your eyes sparkle with admiration for him, how they run over his body, practically eating every inch of his physique, how your hands caress him as if he were the most expensive and fragile porcelain... Or maybe it's just the glare from his fucking tears, who knows.

"Can I move or wait?" you ask and Ness bites his lip thoughtfully, grabbing the sheets almost instinctively, fingering the white fabric with his fingers, and then nods.

"Yes, continue... Please, continue."

A loud moan escapes Alexis's lips, even too loud, considering that this is the first round and especially the first thrust, but oh well.

You continue your slow, shallow thrusts, watching his face pucker in pleasure at every movement inside him. You don't even have to hit his prostate and you swear he's going to come watching.

Your hand slides down to his thigh, squeezing the thick muscle, making him sigh and squeeze you tighter between his legs. It makes you push too hard, eliciting a whine from him.

"Shh, I didn't mean to. Relax, Ness. I'm here, it's okay," your fingers slide gently over his skin, your other hand sliding down his stomach and lower, wrapping around his cock.

The sensation is too much for him. He feels the familiar knot in his stomach, the feeling that makes him know he's going to come humiliatingly fast. That reflexive arch of his back that makes a smile bloom on your face that's too attractive to him. And he cums almost at the same second, which makes you just blink like an owl.

That's fast even for him...

"Do you want to continue? I haven't filled you up yet, you know? After all, whose hole can hold all of me, hm?"

Ness's eyes widen almost immediately, as if there was no orgasm and his fingers are clenching the sheets too tightly when he remembers that face. The fucking face of that guy who was clinging to you a couple of hours ago.

He was even ready to beat him up, if you hadn't very politely sent him to fuck off, saying that you have your own little meow meow, and you don't need another, especially such an ugly one. But Ness still doubted, so much doubted himself.

So he nodded immediately. His heels pressed into your lower back, forcing you to press into him as he wrapped his arms around your neck again and kissed your chin a few times, clumsily.

"Do it. Make me pregnant. Now."

Oh, that's hot.

You obey, drawing a satisfied groan from him, causing him to fall back onto the pillows, starting to cry from the sensations, which were now accompanied by an orgasm.

It's true, really. Who else but Ness could take that cock? Who could satisfy you like him? Who could evoke such positive emotions and reactions in you? Absolutely no one, simply no one would dare after you were done with him. Absolutely everyone would see that Ness was taken. Taken with you. And you weren't just taken, you were stuck with him. Forever.

[nutsack90]

oh my god its finally here its finally animated im so happyIM SO

lost my marbles when i saw it was out AUGH AUGHAUGHF AUGH