Please do open a sideblog for HSR stuff! I would love to see them!!!
(You can watch playthroughs and read the wiki if you don't feel like dragging through hours of gameplay)
That is true I could always watch the cutscenes and stuff or read the wiki like I usually do (๏พโฝ๏พ*) which is admittedly how I avoid slogging through hours of lore in Genshin too because sometimes the cutscenes are really fucking boring and I don't want to (mostly the side/world ones with random NPCs which just kinda aren't my thing) I no longer care about any NPCs but the melusines they deserve the world and I love them
So I will think about an hsr side blog (๏พยดโฝ๏ฝ)๏พโช because I think it could be fun
warnings: subbot! male reader, domtop! boothill, genitals are not explicitly mentioned, grinding, no actual penetration, unnecessary descriptions how much there is of spit (sorry if ur not into that), predator/prey if u squint, nd gunplay if u squint really really hard (is implied), lots of pentnames, praise, save a horse ride a cowboy but I change a factor, cowboy hat rule because RRGHGHGRHRGHHGHGHG
prompt: boothill has made it his life mission to cash in the money he gets when he lands you behind bars. however, when it becomes apparent as to why you let him pursue you, he begins to chase you for an entirely different reason
notes: lost 50/50 to yanqing (he's still my kid nd I love him regardless YANQING HATERS LEAVE!!!!) when wishing for aventurine. now I'm pulling for boothill if I don't get my little gambler (if Sunday is playable and better than boothill then im sorry to my fav cowboy yeehaw) not beta read
fem aligned dni
โOh, my.โ
Boothill hates your guts. Thatโs a given.
He hates the way you carry yourself, the sly remarks youโll make if you spot even one hint of insecurity, the slight draw on certain syllables to give a mocking tone- you, in general. Although heโs more on the bothering side than the bothered, youโre just so much more annoying than he thought even possible. Guess thatโs why youโre known as a high-end bandit.
Heโs been on your tail for weeks, chasing any leads (a lot of them, like you wanted the chase) he could get his hands on. Heโs even seen you slinking around taverns, poker tables, run-down hotels- for fucksโ sake, even on horseback racing down a dirt path while attempting to rob a moving train. To feel the satisfaction of seeing the credits Boothill would obtain after putting you behind bars is all he wants to experience because this is just getting ridiculous.
So, why the hell now, is he bound up to the ceiling with chains thicker than his own ankle after finding your base?
The amused smile finds its way upon your lips and Boothill wants to do nothing more than to kick it right off. You were in a vulnerable position before he decided to sneak in, with your chair tipped as your feet were kicked up on a busted wooden table, a bandana resting over your eyes to block out the sunlight that dared to drift into the room. Boothill made the dumbest mistake by alerting you of his presence through triggering a well hidden trip-wire. Perking you up, you began to rise from your seat, swiftly removing the bandana from your eyes and fingers instinctively on the handle of your revolver that sat on the gun holster strapped to your thigh. The trap triggered so fast, Boothillโs sensors barely had time to react to it before the โsnap!โs and โcrack!โs echoed throughout the room and he was pressed against the ceiling within seconds.
Sharp glares were stabbing through your form as your hand rested on your hip as you whistled, looking up at the ranger in slight surprise and smugness. Aeons, he hated you.
โWow, such a reckless move to jusโ prance yer way in here, no? Hey, aren't cha a Galaxy Ranger or somethinโ?โ You tease, swiveling your chair so that you could sit backwards on it, crossing your arms atop of the back rest so you could rest your chin on your forearms, โSurely, ya coulda suspected that I woulda set up a trap. But why waste all yer precious time on someone as measly as me? I ainโt nothinโ but a lilโ olโ bandit.โ
โYou better seal yer pretty lilโ lips, doll.โ Boothill hisses at you, his voicebank glitching to censor the words he so desperately wanted to say, โMy bullets donโt take too kindly to sweet talkers nโ foxes.โ
A laugh echoes throughout the falling apart structure then settles into a hum as you stand up and kick the chair against the wall, โYa sure like to talk big. Kinda fits ya, though.โ The chair slams right under Boothill and you slowly make your way towards it, the clinking of spurs on your boots highlighting every step you take.
Looking up at the suspended robot, your left foot raises and rests on the seat, leaning in to provoke the cyborg even further, โItโs kinda cute how ya keep pursuinโ me despite all these failed attempts. How โbout I give ya more of a reason to keep chasinโ me than only doinโ it for jusโ the credits?โ
Boothillโs eyebrows creased in suspicion as your hand raises up to his face, contemplating just biting your fingers straight off until he hears the click of the safety and a metal barrel against the human skin of his jaw. His teeth clench in anger as you nearly laugh at his compliance, reaching above his head and snatching his hat right off.
Oh, he was going to kill you for sure-
The hat plops onto your head and you wink at him while sticking your tongue out.
What.
There wasnโt-
There was no way.
โCatch me if ya can, cowboy.โ You say dismissively, briskly turning around and walking out of the rundown hideout. However, before you could get out of his line of sight, your head turned to face him and you said, โIโll be waitinโ. As always.โ
Dumbfounded and a half an hour later collapsed on the floor from the wooden boards snapping- which loosened the chains, he replays that minute over and over again. He didnโt want to believe that had actually happened but his memory told him otherwise.
There was no way that you...
Whatever. Heโll think about it later. He needs to get his damn hat back.
The first time Boothill finds you, itโs in a more forest-y area. Youโre on your trusty steed, talking to some other criminals with little interest. The cowboy watches the interaction, paying special attention to your reactions to see if youโve noticed his presence. From what he could tell, you didnโt seem to see that he was watching while using the shrubbery to cover him and the horse he was on. The people you were talking to he recognized from some wanted posters, only worth some credits. Not as much as your bounty, though.
...
...Youโre still wearing his hat.
โLook, partner,โ Your voice dips into an exhausted, low, sigh, โI need that shipment as soon as possible, ya hear? I ainโt got too much time left before sheโs reached her time. Ion care how ya get it, I need it in at least a week! Otherwise sheโll get real snappy and Iโm gonna hafta put some lead in some poor person's head.โ
One of the bandits flashes a worried look to another, โBoss, ya donโt understand! The Xianshou Luofuโs been havinโ sum sorta delay! We ainโt gonna get those packages โtil some long period of time!โ
Boothillโs interest peaks as you begin to snap, โDid ya not hear me? I said, โIon care how ya get them!โ Find a way! Talk to that Trailblazer everyoneโs been praisinโ about or somethinโ! Jusโ get me my stuff before โm gonna start blowinโ some brains out-โ
A rustle causes you to pause your sentence as you draw your weapon immediately, the barrel facing his direction and bullets fly. Boothillโs horse had begun to munch on the bush, which gave away his position, but thankfully he moved quick enough to get out of the way.
You decided to book it when you caught sight of the familiar white and black hair, spurs hitting the sides of your horse as you begin to get out of the area to leave nothing but a trail of dust. Boothill doesnโt hesitate to race after you, whipping the reins of his horse to get her going.
Branches and twigs tug at Boothillโs hair as he chases you through the forest, lowering his torso so that he could lessen the wind resistance as his horseโs hooves slam against the ground. Youโre quite the distance away, mostly because your horse is pretty speedy. Itโs how you get away from crime scenes so fast. However, Nellie, the horse Boothill is riding currently, is also quite fast.
Although, not fast enough because in the end, he still loses you.
The curses he spits all get censored immediately as he slows into a stop, head turning in every direction to see if you left any trail behind. Only to see none. Didnโt expect as much from a skilled criminal.
The second time he spots you is in the tavern, playing a game of poker with people that had their pockets stuffed full of cash. โRich folk,โ Boothill grimaces as he could see them tilt their chin up like the world owes them something. If you rob them, he wonโt feel even a sliver of remorse.
He knows that you can see him as he leans against the wall to watch the match, some of the rich getting intensively frustrated as they begin to fold after betting so high. Judging by the scheming smile on your face, he could tell you have a winning hand. Then again, when are you never smiling like you have something up your sleeve?
Finally, in the showdown, you and the person youโre going up against reveal your cards and you win with a four of a kind. Lucky.
The people at the table groan and push their chips in your direction, getting up to leave as their attitudes have just been soured over that singular match. Boothill takes the opportunity to walk over to you and remove the gun from his holster and press it right up against your lower back, hand coming up to snatch his hat that rests atop your head.
โI wouldnโt do that if I were you.โ
A window shatters behind him and he could hear flames begin to roar but he doesnโt dare tear his eyes away from you. Only when he feels cold metal press against the nape of his neck does his actions falter and his eyes turn to face whoever decided to draw their weapon.
He blinks in shock to see a figure completely made of water, his gaze returning to you and seeing you sitting on the edge of the table with your gun pressed against his forehead. Shit. Heโs lost again.
The tavern completely surrenders to the flames as people scream at the sight of fire, swallowing up the alcohol and wood. Boothill can hear his fans whirring to prevent himself from overheating but the attempt is futile as the room begins to get unbearably hot. Heโs not sure if itโs just the fire thatโs causing him to overheat or itโs because you look insanely good with all this red and orange light.
...
What is he even thinking right now?
โYโknow, itโs gettinโ real fun toyinโ with ya, cowboy.โ You speak, completely unbothered by all the heat in the building. He canโt even see a single drop of sweat on your face. Even so, you continue, โBut I think ya can do a little better than this.โ
The rangerโs lips purse in offense, glaring at you as best as he could. The gun you had pointed lazily at his forehead falls to the floor and Boothill isnโt sure how long he can last in this heat. Before his system could finally shut down because of overheating, he could feel your lips press against the area where your gun was pressed up against. Then, he falls over as his system forcibly turns him off.
The third time Boothill sees you, heโs lying on a metal workbench with cold water floating above him and fans blowing in his direction. Heโs confused, obviously, and on his toes as he realizes heโs not in an area heโs not familiar with. He attempts to sit up to find a way to escape only to realize that he canโt move his arm. Now, heโs terrified.
โRelax, cowboy.โ Your voice coos from behind a computer, typing away at something as you're taking a tip from a glass. Presumably water. โIโm cooling ya off. Youโre welcome... You should be able to move now.โ
Boothill shoots up from his spot and rips off the cables that are attached to his left arm, head darting around to look for his gun. He hears a click and once again finds himself with a gun pressed up against his jaw.
โLookinโ for this?โ
The crosshair that replaces his once human pupils flit over to your direction, noticing that you were holding his revolver in your dominant hand. Boothill swears that you must like pointing a barrel in his direction for how many times this has been done. He also sees that youโre wearing his very cropped jacket over your usual attire. ... And youโre still wearing his hat.
โThatโs mine, pretty boy.โ The ranger gives you a half-assed growl as his censor kicks in once more, already getting annoyed at your sly behaviour, โYa really got a knack for takinโ stuff thatโs not yours, huh? No wonder yer a criminal.โ
You giggle at his words, tossing his gun on the metal workbench, โItโs not loaded, neither is your little gun hand.โ You tell him, like he was going to start unloading mags into your skin. Turning around, you walk back to your computer and open up a drawer on the desk it sits on, โWell?โ You ask after a momentary silence, leaning on one of your legs as you crack open a bottle of whiskey and begin to pour it into your empty glass.
โโWellโ, what?โ Boothill narrows his eyes at you, picking up his revolver and shoving it back into his thigh holster. Heโll just have to go to the nearest mechant and buy more bullets.
โAinโt ya gonna, I donโt know, take yer hat back?โ You ask him, taking a sip of the alcohol that gives a slight burn down your throat, โWeโre in an enclosed space, barely any room tโmove around, exitโs right behind ya โn all. Perfect chance tโarrest me, if I dare so say mโself.โ
He blinks. Thereโs got to be some sort of trap if the setup is this perfect. Heโs not going to make the same mistake he did before, not again. So, his sensors scan the room quickly, which leaves you unamused, and he sees that there are in fact no traps in this room. Boothill almost doesnโt want to believe it.
โAre ya playinโ some sort of game with me?โ Boothillโs eyes begin to squint in suspicion, carefully trying to think of a situation you might pull that puts him on the losing end of the stick, โYer jusโ gonna let yourself get arrested? Jusโ like that?โ
โWhat? Ya donโt wanna do it? Too scared?โ You taunt him again, causing the cowboyโs circuits to boil in animosity.
โYa know what?โ Boothill smiles a tense one, taking long, menacing steps in your direction, โIโve โbout had it with your attitude, pretty boy. Seems like ya didnโt have anybody ta teach ya proper manners.โ All of a sudden, you felt yourself being slammed up against the wall behind you with a grunt, Boothillโs right hand keeping your wrists together and his left hand tilting your chin up to look at him, his eyes glowing a dangerous red, โI mean, after that stunt ya pulled in yer lilโ base, it seems like ya wanna be caught by me.โ
โHah.. guilty as charged.โ You laugh, attempting to keep your smooth facade up, only for it to crack once you could feel his metal knee nudge between your thighs. A whine rips through your throat as he keeps his knee still, not bothering to give you the pleasure you oh so wanted from the day you saw him.
โHow โbout it, doll?โ Boothill sneers at your pathetic expression, lips getting dangerously close to yours, โI can give ya a better punishment than jail could.โ
One thingโs for sure: Boothillโs mechanical body does not have any built in... pleasure devices, heโs nearly as smooth as a doll. However, there is a slightly large bump on his pelvis in the shape of an oval that if you were to grind just right up against, youโll-
โO-oh!โ
Boothillโs lips curve up into a smirk as he sees you push down hard against his metallic form, trying to settle your trembles by wrapping your arms tightly around his neck to stabilize yourself. Itโs cute, he thinks, seeing you all desperate for sexual relief. The way you hopelessly cling to him like heโs the last thing keeping you alive. He canโt believe he actually thought about putting you behind bars if getting you wrapped around his finger was this satisfying.ย
โHowโs it feel, pretty boy?โ Boothill whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to rack your spine as his grip adjusts to settle on your lower waist, pushing you even further against him, โFeel like yer gonna explode yet?โ
Whimpering in response, your shaky fingertips grip onto his shoulders as your forehead now presses against his. Soft pants fill the room and Boothill can practically see the hearts in your eyes as your hips continue to move against his. You both still have your clothes on but this all still feels so intimate, probably better than actual penetration.
The rangerโs hand reaches up to tug his hat that still rests on your head, fixing it back from its tilted state, โYa look like ya wanna kiss, doll.โ He teases, bringing your chin closer to the point where your noses brushed up against one another.
โPl-please..โ You say breathily, gently tugging at his hair.
โAttaboy.โ Boothill snickers in response, โLooks like yer finally learning.โ His freakishly long tongue slithers past his lips as soon as they press against yours, slipping into your mouth as saliva begins to spill down your chin. Aeons, youโre just so cute.
Soft moans are swallowed up by Boothillโs greedy mouth, his thumb coming up to pull against your bottom lip before he pulls away and the only thing that connects your mouths is the thin trail of spit. His robotic thumb pushes into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as drool continues to spill down your pretty lips. He could get used to this.
He notices how much faster your hips move, calculating that you were close as whines and whimpers flood the room. The smile on Boothillโs face only widens even further, bumping his hips up to catch you off guard. He knows he succeeds when he hears a shaky squeak come from your mouth.
โWhatโs wrong, pretty boy? Ya gonna bust?โ The ranger sneers, the thumb in your mouth shifting so he widens your lips by pushing at the sides, โYโknow, I could easily deny ya of that relief. Ya kinda deserve it for teasinโ me this whole time.โ
You shake your head violently, already too close to be pulled away now. Boothill snickers in response, โNo? What makes ya think you can tell me what to do?โ A pleading look flashes across your features and Boothill has half the decency to make you beg for release. He decides to have mercy on you, though, โMmmn, I mean, I guess ya have been pretty obedient. Go on and blow yer load fโme, pretty.โ
With a shudder and a slight bite on Boothillโs metal thumb, your pants get soaked in your fluids, staining the fabric. Your hips jerk a couple of times to ride out your orgasm then you started slumping onto his chest in exhaustion. Boothillโs other hand rubs at your hip to soothe you, letting you rest in place to calm the trembles that still cause your body to twitch in overstimulation.
โGood boy.โ He says softly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth, watching as it dripped since it was slick with your spit. Letting you catch your breath for a moment, he waits before he decides to ask, โSo, what package were ya waitinโ for?โ
โBaby stuff.โ You sigh, face burying into Boothillโs neck, โMy sisterโs expecting โnd her wifeโs been tellinโ me to get that stuff as soon as possible. The Luofu has been delaying their packages for a bit, somethinโ about shippinโ difficulties. Canโt believe yaโd remember something like that, though.โ
The cowboy huffs in response, โBeinโ a cyborgโs got some perks. The only bad part is that ion got a dick to fuck ya with. Woulda been nice to see ya unable to walk for a few days.โ
You sit up and give him a weird look, hands resting on his shoulders, โYa do know strap-ons exist, right?โ The way you said that made him feel much stupider, like you were pointing out the obvious to him.
โ...Oh.โ Boothillโs face flushes embarrassingly hot as his fans kick in once more.
Hiiiii I've been scrolling to much in Tumblr thankful that I found ur acc, got hooked with ur writing when I read the jing yuan fic <333
so may i request dr. Ratio or sunday with a gojo m reader ๐, maybe enemies to lovers (anything is fine ^^) , the plot is yours to freely choose <33
Charm You Later~
Sunday | M. Reader as Satoru Gojo [Jujutsu Kaisen]
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"I hate that man I hate that man! โฆbut oh cara mia..how I love him~"
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Oh how he hated that man. He would always waltz towards him and act all buddy-buddy, and he'll do it with that cheeky grin. How annoying.
And that voice. Oh how he dreaded it. Hearing it hurts his ears.
Just who does he think he is? Getting all chummy with him. A member of The Family! Just who does he think he is?! Another thing he doesn't understand.. is how Robin seems to be fond of him. How could his sister like someone like him? He's a complete man child!
When he asked about it, her response was. "He just seems to be a fun person to be around."
Fun? Him? He's more like a headache! An annoying headache!
Especially that one time...
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The door of the theater bursts open, revealing a tall man wearing sunglasses. He casually walks towards a specific seat, his hands in his pockets and a cheeky grin on his handsome face. Acting like he owns the place.
Some were swooned by the handsome man, some were whispering amongst each other, some looked at him with annoyance.
Just who does he think he is?
"Hey! Sunday!" He called out casually, raising a hand as if his tall figure and "grand entrance" didn't already attract anyone in the theater.
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How humiliating! To have someone as brash as him to call out to him like that in front of everyone! Sunday swears he wanted to kill him right then and there.
"What's with that look~"
"Shut up."
"Hey I was just asking an innocent question.."
The man pouts as Sunday turned his back against him. How grumpy.. why can't he just lighten up a little? A dream is supposed to be sweet, not bitter. "Come on~" Letting out a sigh, Sunday mumbled something under his breath before speaking up. "That's enough, [Name], please leave."
"Come on Sunday~ Why must you act this way to me.." [Name] teased as he continues to pout at Sunday for being a "meanie" surely he hasn't done anything bad, right? [Name] is positive he hasn't done anything that might result in such a behavior from Sunday. So.. he decided to continue with his teasing.
The other's teasing will always annoy Sunday to no end. He always acts so cheery, plus that cheeky, weirdly adorable grin on his face that doesn't seem to be leaving him anytime soon. He's looking down on him. Of course he is! His tone, no matter how friendly it is, still has that faint hint of arrogance in it. The way he acted is just so.. condescending.
Then again.. what did you expect from someone who always claims he's the strongest.
"Is it something I did? Hey, Sunday." [Name] wrapped his arms around his shoulders, leaning down a little to do so. "Sunday, tell me!" Poking the man's cheek as he kept pestering him like a child wanting their parents attention. With a groan Sunday slapped the man's finger with his wing. "Stop that."
[Name] pouts before finally leaving Sunday alone.
Finally.. some peace and quiet..
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Death comes for us all. A common knowledge. And yet, the moment that.. thing attacked..
He can't help but feel.. off..
The sight of that thing attacking him.
How the self proclaimed "Strongest" struggles in the face of Death. Then again.. no one could escape Death itself. But still.. he can't help but feel a wave of dread at the sight of it. When he saw him after the incident, there was one thing that crossed his mind..
Where's the smile that always decorated his face? Where's the captivating glow of his eyes?
"What's this?" The other asked rather blankly, a tone that doesn't suit him one bit. "..a get well soon gift." "I'm not sick."
Letting out a sigh, Sunday continues to shoved the small box toward him. "Just take it." [Name] look at Sunday from over the top of his sunglasses, eyeing him for a moment before taking the gift, mumbling a small "Thanks."
'That look doesn't suit him.' Sunday continues to think of the same thing over and over again. The glint of mischief isn't there anymore... he can't deny it anymore.. Sunday had missed the bastard's mischievousness and his playful attitude.
"What's this for anyway?" "Stop that."
Taken aback by the sudden harsh words [Name] look up from the gift and stare at Sunday. "I beg your pardon?"
Sunday? Raising his voice like that? That's unheard of.. why is he acting this way? What happened? Is this truly Sunday? Thousands of theories run through his head as [Name] tries to think of a reason for the calm and collected Sunday to lose his temper like that.
"I said 'stop that.'" He huffed crossing his arms. Yeah no, [Name] isn't taking that attitude. "What's with you all of a sudden?"
"That's supposed to be my question you idiot!" Sunday suddenly raised his voice as his temper took the best of him. "WhaโHey!" "Just shut up and listen to me!!"
[Name] glared at the winged man. Him? Telling him to shut up? Who does he think he is? Ordering the "Strongest" like that? And where is all of this coming from? It doesn't make sense! Not with how calm and collected Sunday usual is!
The winged man grabbed the other by his collar as he's getting fed up with their little argument. But before [Name] could protest again, he was silenced by something soft placed on top of his lips. A sweet kiss.
Huh?
Did he just..?
Stunned by the kiss that came out of nowhere, [Name] looked at Sunday with wide eyes. He was not expecting that... how is he supposed to expect that coming from the person who he annoys and argues 24/7?
The two blushed as Sunday looked away for a moment before speaking up. "That look doesn't suit you."
You had always been adamant about your sexuality. You were straight, and that was that. You had never been interested in guys, and you didn't see that changing anytime soon.โจโจBut then you met Sunday.โจโจSunday was everything you never knew you wanted in a guy. He was confident, charming, and had a way with his words that left you weak in the knees. You couldn't help but be drawn to him, despite your best efforts.โจYou had gone on a few dates with him, but when he leaned in for a kiss, you pulled away and told him the truth. You didn't see him like that, and you didn't want to lead him on.โจSunday had accepted your rejection, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. You felt guilty, but you knew it was for the best.โจBut now, as you lay strapped to his bed, with his lips trailing down your chest, you couldn't help but regret your decision.โจ
โYou should really stop squirming, you know. I might just leave you here alone, and you donโt like being alone do you?โ Sunday asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He knew your weak spots, how you couldnโt stand the thought of abandonment. Though, it didnโt deter you at the moment. You struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. You were completely at his mercy, and it both scared and made you feel a weird timgle in your lower abdomen. โWhat do you want from me? You went through all this trouble of forcing me here and for what?โ you asked, your voice trembling.โจ
Sunday chuckled, his hand sliding down your body, making you squirm. โI want you to admit the truth,โ he said, his lips ghosting over your ear. 'You want me, you know you do. Why push those feelings down? I know you havenโt been treated right in the past.โ You shook your head, denying his words. But deep down, you knew he was right. The way he touched you, the way he talked to you so sweetly, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.โจSunday pulled away from your ear and looked into your eyes. โYou know it's true,โ he said, his voice soft yet commanding. โYou can deny it all you want, but nobody will ever love you like I can. You donโt want to be alone again, do you?โ His hand moved lower, cupping your buldge. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips. At this, your moutth went dry, but as he begaj to move his hand back and forth slowlyโyou attempted to stifle a moan. โSee? Iโm already convincing you, sweetheart. I know youre such a sweet boy, so youโll let me do this right? If you donโt, Iโd be really sad..โ Sunday said, a smirk playing on his lips and contrasting the false sadness in his voice. He undid your pants and pulled them down, along with your briefs, baring you to his hungry gaze.โจโFuck..it looks even better up close.โ he whispered, his hand wrapping around your length.โจBefore you could ask what the fuck he was talking about and knee him in the face, he began to stroke your hardening cock. You gasped as he stroked you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.โจโIโve been waiting for this for so long. To touch you like this and make you mine forever.โ Sunday said, his hand pumping faster as his pupils seemed to take shape of hearts. You struggled against the restraints again, but you were quickly lost in the sensations. You couldn't control the moans that escaped your lips, or the way your body arched towards him, seeking more.โจSunday leaned down and licked a stripe along your aching dick, making you cry out in pleasure. He continued to suck and lick, his hand never stopping its movements while his touch pressed against the head of you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming, but just before you could, Sunday pulled away.โจNow that you were recieving it, it left you wanting more. โWhy did you stop?โ you panted, your body filled with need.โจSunday smirked, his hand moving lower and teasing at your entrance. โBecause you haven't admitted the truth yet, love.โ he said, his voice dripping with lust.โจYou took a deep breath, your mind foggy with desire. โFine,โ you said, your voice barely above a whisper. โI want you, Sunday. Please, I need you.โ Sunday's face lit up with a wicked grin, and before you knew it, he had two fingers in front of your mouth.โจโSuck.โ he commanded.โจYour eyes widened, but you did as he said, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking on them eagerly.โจโThat's it,โ he moaned, his fingers moving in and out of your mouth. โSuch a good boy.โ You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you couldn't deny the pleasure they brought you.โจOnce Sunday was satisfied, he removed his fingers and placed them at your entrance, pushing them inside without warning.โจYou cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through your body. Sunday moved his fingers in and out of you, stretching and preparing you.โจโAw, did that hurt?โ Sunday asked, his voice soft and gentle now, but it felt sort of condescending. You could only nod, the pleasure becoming too much to form words.โจSunday removed his fingers, and you whimpered at the loss. But then he was positioning himself at your entrance.
โBe a good boy for me, I know you can take this. You wouldnโt let me down, right?โ
Hi! I would like to request a headcanon about how would arcana twilight characters express their love in daily life. Thank you:) I love your headcanons!
How They Show Their Love
FIRST HEADCANONS ON THIS ACCOUNT (Sorry this took a while(to the other person who sent a request I'm working on it don't worry))
Main Arcana Twilight cast (+Rigel) x reader
2nd person
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Arcturusย
I think Arcturus shows his love with homemade gifts and words of affirmation.ย
He believes handmade gifts are the most meaningful and likes to give them as a way of showing his dedication to you.
The most common type of these gifts are things he's knitted for you, usually socks and sweaters.
He also gives you compliments and encouragement as much as possible throughout the day.
He doesnโt care how small an accomplishment seems; he's always ready to tell you he's proud or that you did a great job.
He also likes receiving encouragement from you and makes sure to thank you with a big smile and a little kiss.
He can be very busy at times but always tries to use guide committee duties to spend time with you by asking for your assistance.
Other than your lips his favorite place to kiss you is your cheek or the tip of your nose.
Alpheratzย
Alpheratz shows his affection mainly through physical touch.
Throughout the day whenever he gets close enough, he leans against you, draping his body against yours (if youโre shorter than him or when youโre sitting down then he likes resting his chin on your head).
If you arenโt the biggest fan of this physical affection he tones it down to something youโre comfortable with.
Heโs shown you all his napping spots, and when youโre not busy he asks you to nap with him.
If you do agree to join him then he pulls you in as close as possible into his chest and makes sure youโre comfortable before dozing off.
He likes giving you little kisses favorite places other than your lips are your nose and the top of your head.
Other than physical touch another one of his love languages is gift-giving.
He insists on fully paying for every date, only letting you pay if you beg him to let you pay.
Anything you express interest in buying is purchased by him immediately, no matter the cost.
Spica
Taking time out of his busy days to spend time with you.
Even when he has mountains of paperwork to complete he makes sure to spend a portion of his day on giving you the attention you deserve.
On a less busy day, he takes you on full dates.
On the busier days, he makes sure to be by your side giving you bits of physical touch and praise.
He's not the best at directly expressing his affection for you.
He prefers showing you through acts of service and gift-giving the most.
Helping you complete your assignments for Contell and giving you thought-out solutions to your personal problems.
He also gives you occasional gifts for no specific reason. Sometimes small like a snack he remembered you talking about, and sometimes a bigger gift like beautiful pieces of Jewelry.ย
His favorite place to kiss you other than the lips is the back of your hand or the top of your head.
Sirius
Siriusโs preferred love languages are physical touch and quality time.
He constantly sneaks up right behind you to wrap his arms around you.
If you donโt like this he switches his greeting to something you both enjoy
He enjoys messing with you a lot.
Teases you about being interested in him even when you have been dating for a while.
Spends most of his free time around you, he likes to drape his body against you while heโs talking to you.
His favorite places to kiss you other than the lips are the top of your head and the back of your hand.
Heโs in your room more than you are, he hangs out there like he owns the place and rushes to greet you at the door when you come back to your dorm.
Sirius is hesitant to be fully vulnerable with you and his cocky attitude is the best way he is able to show his love.
Vega
Vegaโs favorite love languages are quality time and acts of service.
He feels the need to spend as much time together due to the fears he developed because of your pasts together.
Even if youโre interacting he wants to keep you by his side to ensure youโre protected.
Other than protecting you, he wants to make up for the time you two were separated.
His affection is mostly subtle and uses acts of service to show you how much he cares and is willing to help you.
Mostly favors like doing your laundry or running an errand, he wants to take on some of your tasks to minimize your stress.
He enjoys listening to your voice and encourages you to rant about anything on your mind for hours on end.
Always blushes and has a slight smile when you give him any kisses.
His favorite places to kiss you other than the lips are the back of your hand and forehead.
Pollux
I think Pollux prefers to show his love for you through quality time and physical touch.
He tries to spend as much of his day as possible around you.
Youโve heard from the others on numerous occasions that theyโve seen Pollux rushing around Contell asking anyone if theyโve seen you.
At first, people thought it was an emergency but after a while and after talking to you they realized heโs just being clingy.
Once heโs by your side it takes a lot for him to agree to leave your side.ย
He really enjoys holding your hand, it makes him feel closer to you.
His favorite places to give you kisses other than your lips are your cheek or the tip of your nose.
He always tells you about his day and asks about yours making sure to show you heโs listening the whole time.
Rigel
I think Rigelโs love language would be an act of service.
Just like Spica, he doesnโt outwardly express his affection to you too often.ย
He prefers giving you help with classwork and any work the guide committee has assigned to you.
If you pay attention to how he acts around others compared to how he acts with the other sorcerers heโs more laid back around you.
When you two are alone heโs still serious but smiles more often and gets a little bit more physically affectionate.
His favorite place to kiss you other than your lips is on your cheek.
(I donโt know much about him so sorry if he got mischaracterized)
When you feel the caress of a mask; an identity,
Who do you become?
Finished cooking Pantalone's Loverboy a little bit more with this character layout. While a good chunk of his aesthetic has been pinned down, I probably won't go further to draw any sort of outfit or character design for him. As of now, I'm keeping his finer details ambiguous enough to classify as a M!reader.
@eluxcastar comrade wake up new Loverboy content just dropped.
Under the hierarchy of Regrator's ordinance, Fatuus above a certain level of authority don masks signifying their position. Ordinary agents working with classified business information must never run the risk of disclosing their identities after all.
One such mask, dipped in a red of warning and adorned with a platinum wing on it's brow is the telltale identity of the bank's Venator Dux. Whether you stand against him in a negotiations meeting, or battle, he's no less intimidating without the mask.
"Hydro represents faith, regardless of how misguided it maybe."
"This vision is given to people who either have a strong dedication towards something, or have a desire to help or protect others."
From wind to water; That day celestia's eye honed in on the fool falling past a shattered window, dragging down another with him.
"How amusing..." they'd think, and brush past the reject to bestow heaven's blessing upon the far more pitiful one.
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Also called 'wine red' or 'black rose'.
Like the lovely wines of plum occasionally imported from Liyue. Like blood to snow in the region colored head to toe in muted greys and blues.
A flower that smells like fresh chocolate. They symbolize peace and tranquility.
It is said that Chocolate Cosmos in particular mean โI love you more than anybody can.โ
Is it more obvious. He offers to pin it on the Harbinger's coat with a knowing grin.
A frost-sensitive flower; It requires partial sun or full sun, and flowers from mid to late summer.
It cant flourish naturally in a frost-bitten habitat and is artificially kept in greenhouses, only glimpsing the sun every few days through tinted windows.
Pantalone barely needs to lift a finger to commission a set of cosmos flowers turned to jewelry for his Loverboy to wear.
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A Black Swan signifies an insight about yourself that changes your position from one of victim to victor. Black Swan is a graceful reminder to move from any position where you feel powerless and at the mercy of external forces; it is time to reclaim your personal power.
A coin always has two sides however;
The black swan theory states that, "It is an unpredictable event that is beyond what is normally expected of a situation and has potentially severe consequences."
Equal parts strategic leader and hands-on agent, the Venator's blade is no less mightier than his pen.
Come hell and high water, his feathered quill can enlarge thrice over to chase down it's targets with a mind of it's own, like a missile dart.
You wouldn't fare better in close quarters either. The feather reinforced with hydro can sharpen it to the degree of splitting icebergs and necks alike.
Why else do you think his ink occasionally flows in hues of red?
The steely frost seeping into his coat,
A heady spice from the smoke warming the air,
and the slow bittersweet aroma that doesn't hit you until after he's gone; an aftertaste.
"I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino, just for you"
"I'd like for you and I to go romancing
Say the word, your wish is my command"
"Ooh, love (there he goes again)
Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh)
What're you doing tonight?"
"Faithfulness to something to which one is bound by pledge or duty."
"In the shimmering expanse of ice and snow, I pledge my unwavering devotion and undying loyalty to the illustrious Tsaritza, sovereign of this frozen realm. As the frost bites deep and the chill of winter grips our souls, I stand firm in my resolve to serve her reign with pride and honor."
"With every breath, I swear to defend her name, her realm, and her legacy, even if it means laying down my life upon the icy plains, for in her sovereignty lies the very essence of our existence. Today, I embrace the cold embrace of eternity, knowing that I have lived and died under the banner of our revered Tsaritza, with unwavering loyalty burning bright within my heart..."
And he didn't mean a single word of it. He wondered when that would be the death of him.
im a fresh join in arctwiblr after playing the game for months without a community! more stuff under readmore (largely my thots on the game)
arcana twilight is my second obscure animesque korean game that im deeply invested in and had nobody to talk to about, which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice right? i saw reviews calling it an obey me! clone and downloaded it anyways because i have no respect for that fucking game. worth it ๐ฉท
mostly interested in the romance between sirius and summoner and the writing surrounding it. im of the opinion that its the core of the game and illustrates the themes more than anything else, though the other sorcerers make for a very fun cast and i particularly love how their onscreen interactions are written, the conflicts+relationships feel very natural i just love this games character writing
not huge into the oc side of things but i Do plan on summonerposting at some point because i have self insert disease and love kissing men. thats about it though, no massive casts of ocs
feel free to send asks+dms! i love interacting (even if i dont initiate)
So...I might have a type? LOL! Sus men that can flirt with you and would be obsessed with you to the point of willingly committing crimes for you. They all have a sad backstory and they all hide their real emotions behind a mask (maybe not Lucas) . They're pretty....
One is a sorcerer who wants to kill a deity to protect you, even if people die in the process. One is the head of the information guild and assassin's guild, who might be a yandere and would get rid of anyone who wants to harm you. Aventurine is a good-looking gambler who has trauma. Kaeya is a knight who is kind of an alcoholic and also has trauma . In normal circumstances, liking these types of men would be dangerous for you but you need not worry ladies and gentlemen! They are fictional! (๐)
I haven't played Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail but I watch the lore to look at hot fictional men. Delulu is the solulu, ladies!
