Hii! Not sure if you take requests rn but I rlly love your writing!! I was just thinking about Scar with a bit of an enemies to lovers dynamic with m!reader (who's his co-worker) but it's mostly on readers part always being pissed off at Scar (because Scar always kind of annoys the living crap out of him bc it's funny to him and because he has a crush on reader)
And like reader is sure he hates him but then one day Scar gets hurt while on a mission together and reader realises he's kind of worried about this annoying idiot now (and that he actually does care aboout him) and he has to patch him up but Scar is like kinda flirting with him the entire time..
Co-worker Scar Enemies To Lovers
Scar x malereader;
personally, I'm not that hyped for Scar so I'm not writing about him on my own. I mean, I love his personality but maybe fraccidus style of clothes just doesn't speak to me? Maybe too much red?
Still, I was really hyped for this req! I really liked this idea. Coworkers-enemies-to-lovers trope and all that. So I couldnât wait for college to give me a little break
Thank you so much for the compliment! Thought, whenever someone says they like my writing style, I always end up creating something thatâs somehow not in my style⊠[*] sorrrry
Scar was⊠special. Thatâs for sure. He was exceptional at getting on your nerves. Right from the very first day you started working together. You didnât really like anyone at Fractsidus. They werenât people you could trust. And as if that werenât enough, most of them had⊠rather peculiar worldviews and disturbing obsessions. Youâd have gladly sent them all to a good psychiatric facility. But money was money. Dirty or clean. As long as there was plenty of it, that was enough for you. Though you werenât sure if there was enough to make up for the company of... this individual.
He was so damn loud and troublesome. He always had to be the center of attention, which never made your missions any easier. He also liked to talk a lot. Too much. Your ears bled at the sound of his squawking. And what's more, he didnât know the meaning of phrase âpersonal space.â He was always a few inches too close to you. Clinging dangerously to your arm with his sticky little paws.
Whenever you tried to vent to your other coworkers, they always brushed off your complaints. And whatâs worse, they actually started to admire him. âOh, heâs so handsome- So tall! So strong!â Their eyes lit up at the mere mention of his name. When you tried to understand his phenomenon, you concluded, based on rumors, that he was apparently a master at flirting with others. Though you personally didnât really recall any situations that fit this description. Or rather⊠maybe he did flirt sometimes but it always turned out so clumsily. It was like watching some awkward teenager trying to talk to a girl for the first time. His jokes were never quite on point and heâd always get embarrassed quickly. At least when you were alone. In the company of strangers, heâd get some sudden burst of inspiration but even then, it didnât make much of an impression on you. Much more often, heâd annoy you and pick on you. Heâd talk back to you, bicker, question your strategies and never follow orders. Not to mention the constant pushing and those seemingly innocent slaps.
Everyone at headquarters knew you two were a explosive mix. Although they werenât exactly sure what really made being in the same room with you two a recipe for a serious migraine. You also didnât understand why he liked so much to annoy you. Maybe it was because he couldnât stand you? And thatâs why he didnât treat you the same way he treated others? Although he didnât really have much reason to... You only started arguing with him and snapping back because of his unbearable behavior. Unless it was because you were too boring for him⊠After all, he kept mentioning it every day.
Now he was also babbling something in your ear. Though you didnât pay much attention to it. And seeing your target move, you waved off the bothersome fly known as Scar and jumped up from your bar stool. You set your drink down on a narrow round table and mindlessly followed the stranger. Unaware that you were walking straight towards clubâs VIP area. Until a pumped-up bodyguard blocked your path to the stairs, with a firm, unimpressed face...
You swallowed hard. You could have taken him down without much trouble. Aside from a bunch of muscles, he didnât look like someone with forte. But you were supposed to keep a low profile⊠Stupid Scar had to distract you, as usual. You easily blamed your partner and desperately started to look for an excuse.
-Ah, darling! There you are!
You felt someone suddenly throw their arm around your neck and pull you closer to their body. Scarâs cologne hit your nostrils and you shuddered in distaste.
-Sorry about him- Heâs already had a few drinks-
Scar smiled apologetically at the bodyguard, throwing him a quick wink. Man just nodded dismissively. Clearly more relaxed and used to drunk customers.
You let Scar pull you in the opposite direction, while your target disappeared in the sea of women seated on a tufted sofas.
-We need to wait for a better moment -Scar whispered in your ear, without letting go.
And for once, you were exceptionally grateful to fate for his presence and his unusually non-irritating voice.
Even if his strategy didnât necessarily appeal to you and affectionate nickname brought an unpleasant grimace on your face...
The place you found to spend the night was a typical old apartment in an abandoned block on the outskirts of town. It blended in perfectly with the surrounding buildings and gave you the best chance of hiding from the pursuers sent after you.
-All clear upstairs! How about you?
-Kitchen and living room clear -you shouted back, after throwing one last glance at the old, rotten furniture
Smell of dampness and moldy walls hung in the air but didnât seem as dangerous as what was lurking outside.
-Everything locked up? -you asked, hearing the stairs creak beneath Scarâs feet as he came down
-Sure thing, partner. Itâs not my first rodeo
You nodded. Not that you really cared about what else he wanted to say.
-I see youâve already covered all the windows? -he added in an unnaturally calm voice
-Yeah, yeah-... You got the package? I need to check if it survived the trip with you
Scar just snorted in response and unusually held back from further comment. You sincerely hoped it wasnât because heâd actually damaged what youâd fought so hard to seize. A ton of wasted ammo and a bunch of unnecessary bruises.
Exhausted, you brushed a thick layer of dust off a stool and sat down in front of a wooden kitchen table. Meanwhile Scar placed a small box in front of you. You mumbled something vaguely resembling a thank you as he walked off somewhere behind you.
-Youâre acting strange. The last time you were this obedient was when you secretly stole my motorcycle and scratched it. If something really happened to this package-
Slowly, your patience wore thin and you almost raised your voice. Anything out of the ordinary was never a good sign, so you quickly reached for the package. At first glance, little black box seemed pretty much intact. Not even a scratch. Lock also showed no signs of any attempts to open it. But just to be sure, you turned the box over and red fingerprints appeared before your eyes. Definitely not a decorative feature...
Only then did it hit you-
You instantly turned your head back. Shot a desperate glance toward your partner. And eagerly scanned his figure, trying to find the culprit.
Trembling hand clung stubbornly to the opposite arm, pressing it as tightly as possible against his side. When fresh, scarlet blood seeped between his snow-white, bony fingers.
-What the fuck happened to your arm?!
With a loud bang you jumped up from your chair and found yourself by Scarâs side in a split second.
Man flinched at your reaction. Normally he was impressed by the fear you struck in your opponents but you rarely lashed out like that at him. Even when he really got on your nerves, your tone wasnât this loud.
-Shh⊠donât make such a scene or youâll expose us
You rolled your eyes. Was he serious? He was bleeding out right in front of you!
You grabbed his arm, ignoring his protests. With difficulty, you pulled away the hand he was desperately trying to use for covering his wound.
-Donât worry, itâs not that deep -he laughed through clenched teeth
-Donât bullshit me right now
You growled, taking a closer look at the red stain with a tear in his ripped clothes. A obvious bullet hole. You yanked his body, ignoring his hiss. Desperately tried to spot another hole on the other side of his shoulder. There was none.
-Fuck. Itâs stuck
-You say so? -he laughed- Well... Then bad news, mate. Because I think-... I think that I may be allergic to metal-
He tried to joke but you saw his muscles suddenly go limp. How he became almost a liquid substance in your hands- How he instantly slipped from your grasp-
At the last moment, you grabbed him around the waist, trying to keep him from falling. Scar slowly closed his heavy eyelids, trying to escape from all the overwhelming sensations.
Terrified, you looked around, searching for help. Any idea- Plan- Solution- Time was ticking away and you were only getting more frustrated.
You gritted your teeth and with a quick, decisive movement, placed your partner against the wall.
-Donât you dare close your eyes!
You shouted in a demanding manner, allowing no objection. Scar however, had never liked being too cooperative. And now he had no reason to pretend anymore.
-Thereâs nothing I can do... Your boring look always makes me so sleepy -he grinned playfully and you saw how his white fangs contrasted with the red liquid.
Fuck. Here too?
-Iâve told you so many times to bite your tongue but you never did. Yet here you couldnât resist just to annoy me?!
He chuckled. That fucking joker could never stay serious.
-You know how much I like following your orders~
Scar's playful voice loved to tickle your eardrums.
-You couldâve bitten your tongue off!
He opened his eyelids widely and looked straight into your eyes. Piercing deep into your very own soul- Scar took a breath as if stunned and then pretended to come to realization.
-Ah-... Iâm so sorry, partner, that I couldnât control my pain. I didnât mean to interrupt you while you were looking for a hideout. You always silence me during those times
You grimaced. He was right... It was your fault... If only you hadnât rushed ahead of him as usual, unwilling to match his pace- If only youâd given Scar at least one single glance to check on him- Maybe if you hadnât ignored him and his panting so much, it wouldnât have come to this...
Good thing that at least now your attempts to distract him were working. As you spoke, he focused all his attention on your words. He stayed awake and didnât even hear as you yanked your first-aid kit out of the equipment. With trembling hands you nearly broke little metal box upon opening it. Even clattering against the tiles or scraping of instruments in urgent search didn't made itself known. Until he felt it on himself- Cold tip of blade slicing through the fabric of his clothes. Sudden tearing of his sleeve, costing him a painful cry. Dried blood and damaged tissue had already begun to stick to the cloth.
Scar almost reached for the wound, wanting to rub the sore spot but you quickly slapped his hand away, pushing it aside.
He could only look at you with reproach, genuinely hurt by the pain youâd caused him. His pouting lips and glassy eyes even stirred your conscience⊠But only for a second. You dismissed those thoughts quickly.
-Are you not even going to apologize?
-Donât be a baby
Offended, he turned away. Yet he still couldnât count on any coaxing. You hurriedly left him in order to explore the contents of old kitchen cabinets. Loud slamming of drawers and shuffling on shelves made him even more upset.
Well, now at least Scar really had a right to be angry...
-Hungry? -he scoffed
-Itâs for you, moron...
-So you're making all this noise, which draw everyoneâs attention to us, just for me?
-Iâm trying to save your life!
-Well, youâre not doing a very good job of it-
Fuck. What have you done to deserve a partner like that?
You gritted your teeth trying to stay quiet and went back to him with a bottle of vodka. Maybe he was a little right...
But you couldnât control yourself. It was the first time youâd found yourselves in such a dire situation. First time youâd been so worried- This guy had a talent for slipping out of situations like this unscratched. So why, now, of all times, when you were so far from base and without a medic nearby, did he have to run out of luck?
-Ugh, gross -he shuddered at the sight of huge spiderweb covering the glass
-Really? Looks just like you
You smiled with great satisfaction and Scar send you a freezing stare. However before he could say anything, a whimpering hiss escaped his throat. Wound stinged from contact with high-proof brew.
-You donât hold back on alcohol
-At least youâre not dozing off anymore
You took a closer look at his shoulder. Broken skin surrounded a dirty, dark void while streams of blood wrapped around manâs entire arm. Dark marks and traces of dug-in fingernails showed how desperately heâd tried to stop the bleeding.
-Maybe I should give you something to chew on so you wonât bite your tongue off? -you hesitated
-Relax, Iâve almost done it already. Once a day is enough
You instinctively shot him a worried look and Scar took it with surprise.
-Donât worry. Really, Iâll control myself -he reassured you, caught off guard by your sudden, sincere outpouring- But now, could we finally move on to it? It's starting to wear me out
You nodded and with a confident motion grabbed the tongs. You swallowed one last time, trying to gather your courage. Everything youâd done so far had been fueled by the adrenaline rush. But now⊠Now you had to focus.
You dipped the tool into a sticky flesh, which made an unpleasant sound. Scar flinched slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how hopelessly he was clenching his eyelids. How he was tensing every muscle in his face. How hard he was trying not to think about the pain.
You felt a sting. Genuine concern.
You told yourself it was only because he was your partner. That you had a mission to complete and that it would be harder for you on your own. Especially with the burden of carrying an injured body. Deep down however, a different feeling flickered within you. A faint glimmer of genuine worry and affection. Devastating perspective of losing the buzzing of that pesky insect.
Youâd gotten used to him. To how he always had your back. How well he knew your movements and fighting routine. How perfectly he could adapt to you. How heâd compliment you in front of others, taking pleasure and pride in their jealous glances. How heâd immediately backtrack on his words the moment the two of you were alone. How, when losing his cool, heâd throw lame insults and stick out his tongue, trying to end an awkward conversation. How heâd always get you both into trouble, just so he could later laugh joyfully on top of his lungs as you saved you both. The way he always let his guard down because he believed in you and trusted you completely. The way he put his life in your hands...
And you failed to protect it.
-I didnât know you were such a crybaby -you finally announced, tossing the bullet aside and bandaging the wound as quickly as possible
Luckily, youâd done this before in the army, back before you even started working for Fractsidus. And bullet itself had lodged in an exceptionally convenient spot.
-Want it as a souvenir? -you pointed to the bullet, which had splattered the tiles with bright red blood
However Scar didnât seem convinced by the idea. He was genuinely offended by the bullet for daring to cause him so much suffering.
-Iâd better leave it with you. So youâll always remember me. Just maybe not when youâre pleasuring yourself -he said, showing you his wounded tongue
-Too bad. I don't need any extras to imagine you beneath me
You snapped back almost playfully and Scar froze. Whenever you reached that inappropriate level of joking, it always ended badly for him... He always started hoping for too much.
It was a good thing that instead of looking at his embarrassed face, you focused on the source of his pain. And before the piece of metal could roll too far away, you slipped it into your pants pocket.
-What? Cat got your tongue?
Scar couldnât admit his defeat so easily. Yet he ignored your earlier remarks and took a closer look at your handiwork.
-Ow... Just a regular bandage? Arenât you going to heroically rip open your shirt and use it to treat my wound?
-You can dream. Iâm not going back to base naked just to fulfill your wet dreams
-Well, so maybe at least a kiss to ease up the pain?
You rolled your eyes. Typical Scar. But at least he was still himself. Always by your side... You grabbed the bandage again, wanting to adjust it a bit more and maybe bring a slight wince to your partnerâs face... You tightened the fabric a little more.
And ran your hand gently over it, as if trying to smooth it out-
Then you leaned in-...
...leaving a light brush of your lips on it.
-Better?
You looked up, awaiting approval.
It was supposed to be just a joke. A way to lighten the mood. Some sign of support during a painful experience. But when you saw his panicked gaze and his crimson cheeks-...
Did he always react like that?
You were mesmerized by his facial expressions. That betrayed look on his face, as if youâd just taken his purity away without asking. Even though he was the one whoâd been tempting you from the start...
You cleared your throat. That sight was dangerous. You were starting to feel embarrassed yourself and your face was burning with an unusual heat. You quickly dismissed all the intrusive thoughts telling you how good Scar looked in that color and how much more often youâd like to see him like that. You looked away.
-Well...
What the hell were you supposed to say now? Your advanced training definitely hadnât prepared you for this type of situations.
-We should get some sleep⊠Yeah, definitely! Sleep! -you tried to clear your nervous voice- You lost a lot of blood, you need to recover
You bounced up to your feet as if incredibly pleased with your idea and Scar just looked at you as if you were insane.
-When I said Iâd sleep with you in the same bedroom, I meant it for safety reasons, not to be your pillow
-Oh, shut up -he purred, burying his head deeper into your shoulder- Donât get the wrong idea, I just see you as a big heater. You said it yourself, I lost a lot of blood and I require attention~
You sighed, feeling defeated.
-I didnât use those exact words
-Tomayto, tomahto- I was shot and nearly killed! Maybe Iâm not hearing so well
-You always hear only what you want to hear -you acknowledged tiredly
Though, strangely enough⊠weight of his head on your body and persistent grip around your elbow didnât really bother you that much. You could even⊠kind of get used to it.
-... Just-... Go to sleep now. Itâs been a tough day...
-Why? Were you worried about me? - he tilted his head hopefully and looked at you with sparkling eyes.
-Me? Worried about you? Nah, never
You shook your head stubbornly, trying to get rid off those visions and avoid making eye contact with your partner. Scar giggled, clearly delighted
-Aww... you did, you definitely did!
-I donât know what youâre talking about
-Hmm⊠and I have to admit, this version of you really suits you⊠You know, you worrying about me~
-I wasn't worried about you
You tried to sound firm but man didnât seem to pick up on it. In fact, he ignored all your complaints.
-Those tense muscles of yours sticking out under your tight black T-shirt? And that focused look on your face? You were so hot!
You cried out in embarrassment, hiding your face under your bent arm.
-Aww but donât be shy~
-I preferred you tired and frightened -you cut him off, causing a grimace to instantly appear on his face- And let me remind you, we were supposed to go to sleep
-Youâre no fun at all! And I canât just fall asleep like that-...
-Why? Do you need a bedtime story? An hour ago, your eyelids were closing on their own
He rolled his eyes. Something he learned from you.
-Ye... Iâll pass, thank you very much. A quick game of poker should do the trick~
You laughed and shook your head firmly, rejecting the idea.
-No, absolutely not. You always cheat
-Whaaat? Me? Never! Have you ever caught me doing that?
You shot him a meaningful look. Seriously?
Scar got unusually flustered and giggled shyly.
-Then maybe Iâll play solitaire and you can keep me company?
-Alright -you sighed, too exhausted to negotiate any further
White-haired man jumped up vigorously and sat down on a mattress. With a skillful movement, he summoned a deck of cards from his sleeve. It shimmered before your eyes, rising smoothly upward and twirling playfully in the air. Scar admired his collection with childlike joy. As red and black sparks danced among beautifully decorated cards that shuffled themselves in the air. Meanwhile you, watched in fascination his broad smile and little twinkle in his eyes... Warmth spread through your body as the pleasant sound of cards shuffling soothed your senses...
Without thinking, you moved behind the man and rested your chin on his shoulder. And Scar, too focused on a game that was just beginning, didnât even notice. Maybe-⊠Maybe you could close your eyes for just five minutesâŠ
hi love! came to request some headcanons of jing yuan and dan heng (separately) with a nonbinary reader who's very large. large and in charge. basically, tall and strong but with a very playful demeanour.
ââ .⊠" large and in charge. "
pairing(s) : Dan Heng, Jing Yuan x gn!reader
summary : What they are like with a lover who's larger than them but has a playful attitude.
tags : gn reader, buff!reader, fluff, kind of crack?, reader is implied to be taller than both, slightly suggestive implications, Jing Yuan is a closet freak, might be ooc, Dan Heng is a tsundere actually, sleepy Jing Yuan
word count : 1.2k
a/n : I typically don't write for gn/nb reader but since I got this request before I updated my rules I wrote it with gn reader
ââ .⊠Dan Heng
‷ ăâEven after being together for a while, Dan Heng still sometimes feels himself getting flustered whenever you're pressed against one another.â
‷ ăâHe really enjoys resting his head on your chest or curling up on top of you after a long day. Feeling the way your arms wrap around his smaller body makes him feel safe and secure.â
‷ ăâBeing together in silence and just enjoying one another presence is certainly one of his favourite parts of the day. If only his beloved didn't manage to somehow always find a way to tease him. Not that he minded it much, he loved you either way after all. Nonetheless, your playful demeanour sometimes felt like the bane of his existence.â
‷ ăâYou had figured out early on in the relationship, that practically pressing Dan Heng's head against your chest always made him flustered and you never missed out on an opportunity to use this fact to your advantage.â
‷ ăâAnother thing that would easily make Dan Heng flustered is when you lifted him up or moved him aside with ease. Dan Heng was by no means lacking muscule mass, sure, he was more on the lean side when it came to his built, but he wasn't a lightweight. That was why feeling the way you would sometimes lift him up with such ease never failed to make his heart skip a beat.â
‷ ăâFeeling the soft touch of your hands lingering on his waist, your front pressed against his back, it did something to Dan Heng he could definitely never admit in front of any of the other Nameless.â
"[name]?" Dan Heng called out to you, his eyes fixated on one of the screens in the databank that he had claimed as him personal bedroom. He was scrolling through some more recent entries and needed your opinion on something he had found.
You walked up behind him after hearing his call, a soft, playful smirk on your face as you looked down at your boyfriend. You let out a quiet hum, signalling him that he now had your full attention.
"Look. What do you think?" He asked, pointing at a few lines of text on the screen. He was about to turn his head back to look at you, when he felt your hands on his waist. Your touch sent a shiver through him, but he managed to mask his reaction pretty well. That was until you carefully lifed him an inch off the ground and moved him a bit to the side so you could have better access to the screen.
Your left arm was still gently holding onto the vidyadhara's waist, while your right hand came up to your chin as you focused on what was on the screen in front of you. You were completely oblivious to the reaction of the man beside you. Or at least, you were pretending to seem unaware.
Meanwhile, Dan Heng was glaring down at your hand on his waist, as if it was responsible for the soft red blush dusted across his cheeks. Dan Heng was known for keeping his composure with ease. He rarely had any slip ups; at least when others were around. With you, however, that was a different story.
He took a deep breath, placing one hand over yours while his other hand came up to cover the lower part of his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was glaring at the ground by his feet. How could some simple action like that always throw him off so easily? He sighed again, you really were going to be the death of him one day.
ââ .⊠Jing Yuan
‷ ăâJing Yuan himself was by no means small. He was used to being taller and overall bigger than most people around him. Naturally, when you first got together, it took him a bit to get used to having to tilt his head up ever so slightly when speaking with you.â
‷ ăâNonetheless, he could never find it in him to complain. Why would he? His lover was stunning. The general definitely always made sure to brag about you whenever he would get the chance to.â
‷ ăâYour playful demeanour would match his perfectly as well. He was a tease sometimes and also had a habit of purposefully acting oblivious whenever you would attempt to tease him. It was incredibly hard to get a flustered reaction out of him, how infuriating.â
‷ ăâHe could never get enough of admiring your physique. It was almost pathetic how willing he was to do anything you asked of him. You're thirsty? He's got it. You need a back massage? Let him help. Your chest feels stiff? I'm sure his hands can be of service.â
‷ ăâHe seemed to innocent and gentleman-like before you got together. Of course, he was still a gentleman, but you didn't expect how much of a freak he could be at times. Not that you were complaining, he was still incredibly respectful of your boundaries, but he also never tried to hide how attracted he was to you and your physique.â
‷ ăâAt one point he stopped using a regular pillow and instead started using you as his pillow instead. Your biceps, thighs, chest and even your rear at times. You never had any complaints either, just a teasing comment in response when he would let his head come to rest against you.â
‷ ăâAnytime you would make out with him, his hands could never linger on just one part of you. He loved every single inch of you, every muscle, every scar. He sometimes seemed unable to keep his hands to himself even when you were doing something completely unrelated.â
You were standing in your shared kitchen and making some breakfast for the two of you. As always, Jing Yuan was still fast asleep in your bed. You sometimes admired how he could manage to sleep for so long even if the light was starting to come in.
You hummed a soft melody as you flipped another pancake over, your biceps flexing slightly when you lifted up the pan. The pancake had a perfectly even, golden color. Just the way the general and you liked it the most.
You were so focused on your cooking, that you failed to notice a certain someone sneak into the kitchen behind you. That was until you felt a familiar hand on your rear, giving it a slight squeeze. Jing Yuan appeared next to you, licking his lips at the sight of the delicious meal you were preparing.
"Good morning, my love," you chimed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the side of his head. His hair was still a wild mess, you would definitely have to help him take care of that later.
"Smells delicious." Jing Yuan yawned and stepped behind you, resting his forehead against your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You knew him well enough by now to know that he could be about to fall asleep standing up.
"Thank you," you chuckled, placing your hands over his and turning around to face him.
"How about you go sit at the table before you fall asleep again, hm?" Your voice was soft but carried a slightly smug tone with it. You received a slighty muffled whine from the general in response, his face smushed into your chest. He knew you were right, but he didn't want to tear himself away from you.
Still, a moment later he pulled away, ableit rather unwillingly, and took a seat at your table where he let his head rest against the hard surface. The sight brought a smile to your face and you went back to finishing making breakfast.
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gonna close my requests for now until Iâve caught up a bit with everything in my inbox, ty for everyone whoâs sent me a request iâll try to answer as soon as possible đ„č
Hello!! I came across your drunk hsr men fic and I loved it!!
I was wondering if I could ask for Sunday, Blade, and any other male hsr character you want reacting to reader gifting them a rock.
ââ .⊠" it's the thought that counts. "
pairing(s) : Sunday, Blade, Phainon x m!reader
summary : you gifted them a cute rock you saw. (as far as rocks can be considered cute.)
tags : x male reader, fluff, crack, slightly suggestive at the end (Sunday, Phainon), possibly out of character, Blade is a tsundere, Phainon is overly affectionate
word count : 1.4k
a/n : Ty for this request it was so fun to write. <3
Requests OPEN!
ââ .⊠Sunday
To say he was perplexed as he stared at the small, gray object nestled against your palms was an understatement. He was aware of the phrase 'it's the thought that counts', and understood its meaning, yet, he was struggling to figure out your reasoning behind gifting him a rock.
"So... dear- why did you give this to me?" He asked carefully, as he took the rock from your hands into his own, his wings twitched slightly as your hands made contact with one another. He lifted it up to his face and carefully examined it. One of the lines etched across its surface slightly resembled the feathered wing of a bird... or a halovian.
"Well," you proudly placed your, now empty, hands on your hips and continued, "it reminded me of you. Y'know, those lines on it look a bit like a wing." Your eyes drifted upwards, examining his pretty features and lingering on his lips for a moment, before moving on to his pierced wing. You brought a hand up and carefully brushed your fingers against the soft featherings, eliciting a quiet gasp from your boyfriend.
"Oh, I see..." The faint blush on his cheeks did not go unnoticed to you. Neither did the slight hitch in his breath as he carried the rock over to his bed and cautiously placed it onto his nightstand. Here, it would be a gentle reminder of you whenever he woke up in the morning while you weren't around.
You walked up behind him and rested your head against his back, whilst carefully placing your arms around his waist. Sunday stiffened for a moment, before relaxing against you.
"Did you just happen to notice this? Or were you deliberately searching for a rock that would remind you of me?" His wings clung to his cheeks, a desperate attempt to hide the faint blush on his skin and appear more composed than your close proximity allowed him to be.
"Hm.." you smiled, pressing a kiss against the back of his neck, "I was thinking of you," you spun him around so that he was facing you, your hands still on his waist, "... and happened to notice this rock in the corner of my eye..." You mused, leaning in closer to his face. Sunday could have sworn his heart was about to beat out of his chest. Were you trying to get him killed this way?
"And it made you think of me even more?"
"It made me realize I had to come and see you immediately." Sunday finally looked up at you again, a soft smile forming on his handsome face and a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. He wrapped his arms around your neck and leaned his head on your chest.
"Well, I am glad that you are here now, my love--ack!" he yelped when you suddenly tossed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, your fingers carefully wrapping around his wrists and pinning him down onto the bed. The flusteredness Sunday had thought he had overcome just mere moments ago returned full force as he tried to squirm away underneath you. When Sunday noticed the look on your face, he was already mentally preparing himself for what would happen next. He wasn't going to leave any time soon.
ââ .⊠Blade
Never in his life could Blade have imagined that he would end up here one day. His arms were crossed over his chest, while staring intensly at the small pebble you held up in front of him. It was as if they were having a staring contest and neither was willing to give in.
"So? What do you think of him?" You asked, turning the pebble a bit to the side. You had carefully wrapped a single bandage around the middle of the rock and painted a grumpy expression on the front.
"Is this supposed to resemble me?" Blade's deep voice made you shudder slightly in a good way and you reached down to grab hold of one of his hands. You pulled him closer and held the pebble close to his face.
"It is! It's like a mini version of you," you said in a soft tone, placing the bladebble in his palm. The stellaron hunter carefully examined it from the sides before he let out an exasperate sigh. It was cute, even if didn't want to admit it. He directed his eyes at you instead, studying the soft look on your face. It made his heart skip a beat and he quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat.
"Why is it so grumpy?" He asked, looking back down and taking more notice of the grumpy expression painted onto the rocks surface.
"Because you're always grumpy as well." Your words made his eye twitch slightly and he raised an eyebrow at you as if he were questioning your view of him.
"I am not," he retorted. He was proving your point at this point.
"Yeah, you are." You merely received a scoff from Blade in response. He turned away from you and placed the pebble next to some other small crafts you had made, all seemingly resembling him in some way. He sighed and looked over the small collection for a moment, before he turned to face you again.
Your eyes were fixated on the growing collection, and you could feel your heartbeat speed up a little. He was keeping every little craft you had made for him and looking after them. Even if your boyfriend could come off as cold or stoic on the outside at times, he had a soft side as well. One specifically reserved for those dear to him.
ââ .⊠Phainon
Phainon was sitting on his knees in front of you, while you sat on the couch with both of your arms behind your back. When you had come home earlier, you had promised Phainon a gift. Phainon loved gifts. Especially if they came from you. He loved anything you gave him, even if it were two dried leaves that were stuck together which you had claimed reminded you of the two of you.
He looked up at you with a look of anticipation and you could have sworn that, if he had a tail, it would surely be causing an earthquake with how much it would be wagging. He scooted a bit closer, now pretty much sitting between your legs.
You had a grin on your face as you looked down at him, both of your hands still behind your back with the rock you were planning to give to him nestled into your left hand.
"Pick one side."
"Hmmm..." Phainon hummed, his eyes drifting back and forth between your left side and your right side.
"Right," he decided after a few seconds. A smug look spread across your face as you revealed your right, empty hand. Phainon's expression dropped and you could have sworn his ahoge deflated a little as well. His pouty expression always made you cave, the look in his eyes just got to you in a way nothing else ever did. You sighed and pulled your left hand forward, showing him the pebble you had picked up. There was a chimera paw print on top of it.
Phainon's eyes lit up when he saw it, he seemed quite excited.
"Is that a chimera paw print?" He questioned, carefully taking the pebble from you and examining it. His eyes were sparkling and he looked back up at you, moving closer and peppering kisses all across your face. He was leaning over you and slowly laid you on your back on the couch, while carefully placing the gift you had given him on the table beside you.
"What're you doing, Phai..." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck while he hovered over you. He had such a loving look in his eyes, it made you feel flustered to just hold eye contact with him. Despite the fact you had been dating for a while now, you still were not used to someone looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him.
"Showering you with love, of course." He smiled, pressing a kiss against your collarbone, "payback for the sweet gift, dawnlight."
You laughed as he continued his relentless kissing attack, before a sudden yelp escaped you when he slipped his head underneath your shirt and lightly bit into the soft skin on your stomach. You knew what he was planning.
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hello ! i saw that u wanted people to req you for genshin or zzz stuff , i hope u dont mind me asking :3
i was wondering if u could write something for childe/lohen x male reader fluff ? i had this idea where the character comes home covered in scars and/or blood and instead of being scared of running for their life reader (their bf) just scolds them and grumpily washes them, bc being with them has desensitized reader to blood and violence completely, and now its similar to a feral puppy x tired owner dynamic (bonus points if reader has a more gentle / effeminate personality/looks) where reader's primary concern is to make sure their battle-maniac boyfriend doesnt get reader's clothes dirty or bloodsoaked :))
btw im glad i found ur blog it looks super cute ! hope we can b friends :3
ââ .⊠" reckless. "
pairing(s) : Lohen, Childe x male reader (separate)
summary : your battle maniac boyfriend came home looking a bit messed up. However, where all the blood came from was currently the least of your concerns.
tags : x male reader, fluff, comfort, mentions of being shirtless (nothing suggestive), mentions of blood, scars, reader is a bit pissed, pre-release Lohen, usual battle maniac shenanigans (childe and lohen), slight romanticisation of violence/fighting, Childe is called Ajax, pet name "doe" used for reader (Lohen)
word count : 2.9k
a/n : Hii! Tysm for the request, I lwk wanted to write something for Lohen for ages anyway so this was perfect đ Apologies if Childe's part felt a bit rushed
Ę ËáČđŒâ Lohen
Originally, you had hoped to finally put your legs up and relax for the rest of the evening. No more paperwork. No more errands to run. No more running around. Just you, your ice cream and a sweet, lovely romance novel you had borrowed from the library.
However, someone seemed to have different plans.
The moment your rear hit the soft cushions of your couch, you heard a faint knock on your front door. You paused. Maybe it was just the wind. You hoped it was just the wind. You really did not want any more headaches tonight.
A few moments later, another knock. More urgent this time and followed by a damp thud, as if something- or someone- had fallen over. That sound made the alarm bells go off in your head. You dropped the book and jumped over your couch, before you dashed over to your front door.
You gulped and grabbed a small dagger your boyfriend had left behind during his last visit. Slowly, carefully, you approached the door.
It was too late for someone to come by and ask for your help with something, and you were unsure of who else might be knocking on your door at this time.
Surely, there was no way it was your boyfriend, Lohen, right? He was supposed to be out on a mission and not come back until tomorrow or so. At least, that's what you thought.
Upon opening the door, your gaze dropped to the man on the ground almost immediately. Lohen was lying face-down on your front porch, his clothes torn in some places and some blood pouring around his left thigh. The sight would have made most people scream and run away in fear, probably, but you were too used to this.
"Really?" You said, placing the dagger down and kneeling in fron of him.
"I know you're not dead." You reached your hand out and carefully poked the top of his head, eliciting a soft chuckle from the man on the ground. He lifted his head up again and smiled at you, a soft blush dusted across his cheeks.
"Did I scare you at least a little bit, doe?" He muttered as he gradually sat back up again, hissing when he put some pressure on his left arm.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You sighed, he seemed more beat than usually. It was almost concerning, if you didn't know he had the tendency to rush into battles against opponents that could overpower him easily.
You leaned down and carefully scooped him up into your arms. Lohen embraced you immediately with a giddy look of excitement plastered across his face, seriously, something was majorly wrong with this guy.
Still, you loved him even if he was a battle-hungry maniac who enjoyed scaring you shitless in his spare time. He was the bane of your existence at times, yet also the love of your life. You wouldn't want anyone else.
"Let's get you fixed up and then I'll have a word with you." Your tone was stern and sent a shiver down Lohen's spine, but the smile remained on his face. Even if he knew he was in for a scolding.
You carried him upstairs to your bathroom, where you placed him down on the toilet seat and grabbed a first aid kit from the nearest drawer and opened it. Lohen was humming while he watched your every move closely.
"Soooo..." he began as you kneeled in front of him and started to take off his shirt to get a better look at the wounds on his upper body, "aren't you going to ask where I got these scrapes from?" You could practically hear the smirk in his tone when he said that. Why did he always have to be so smug about this stuff?
You didn't reply as you finished removing the clothes from his upper body. There was some blood smeared across his collarbone that seemed to be partially his, partially that of someone else. Some smaller scratches on his left side and some bruising on his ribcage. However, what stuck out to you the most was a particularly deep cut on his left shoulder, that went down to his elbow. It looked deep and there was still blood gushing out of the wound.
You decided to ignore whatever Lohen was saying for now. After all, you could not deny that you were a bit upset. Not only were you looking forward to a relaxing evening that was now ruined, but your boyfriend had also acted recklessly once again, placing himself in harms way. You never really minded patching him up and taking care of him, nonetheless, that did not mean you were never concerned whenever he came home looking this beat up.
It wasn't even that you were against his lust for battle, it was a part of him you had grown to love, albeit in its own twisted way. Still, you didn't like that he often seemed to completely abandon any rational thinking when it came to his own safety. All those scars that littered his body were just a reminder of the countless times he had let himself get beat up while battling an opponent more powerful than him.
If only he minimised his fighting to battling you or Varka; opponents that weren't trying to actually kill him during battle.
You knew he could handle himself well and that he was well aware of his own limits, yet, sometimes you couldn't help but feel like he was actually trying to get himself killed. That's what bothered you.
"Ow!" Lohen hissed in pain, a low chuckle following right after. He snapped you out of your thoughts by doing so. You were wiping the blood off his skin and applying disinfectant to his wounds currently, but you must have gotten too caught up in your own thoughts and hadn't realized that you were a bit harsh with the disinfectant.
"Relax, doe. Don't you think I'm in enough pain already?" He said, an innocent smile on his face. You just shook your head in response and grabbed some bandages, cautiously wrapping them around the wound on his left arm. You leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss against the bandage. It was something you had started subconciously doing anytime he was injured, and you had grown fond of the shy look that briefly ghosted across his features anytime you did so.
"Now that cut on your thigh." You directed your focus down at the cut on his left thigh. It was equally as deep as the one on his shoulder. A deep sigh escaped your throat as you stood up and motioned for him to the the same.
"Take your pants off, I need to have better access to that wound." You knew he was going to make a comment about it.
"Asking an injured man to take his pants off? Is this part of one of your kinks-"
"Lohen."
"Fineee..." He smirked a bit as he took his pants off, gritting his teeth together when the fabric tugged at the open wound etched into his skin.
You kneeled down in front of him again once he was stripped down to his underwear and began taking care of the wound like you had of the rest. He was staying surprisingly, and uncharacteristically, quiet the entire time. Normally, he always had a few things to say whenever you would patch him up. Not today.
After you were done, you put all the first aid supplies away again and got some fresh clothes for Lohen. Now, you were sitting on the couch again, novel in hand, while your boyfriend slowly limped closer to you.
"Doeeee..." he whined, plopping himself down onto your lap in a rather non-elegant manner. He took your book out of your hands and placed it off to the side.
"You wanted to have a word with me, right?" He was smiling down at you again, and as much as you disliked being upset at him, you couldn't deny still feeling a bit of dissapointment.
"...right," you sighed, sitting up straight again, "why do you always have to show up looking like... well- this," you gestured at the bandages on his body that peeked out beneath his clothing.
"Hm? Why not? You know I enjoy fighting, especially when I can get a bit of pain out of it," he retorted bluntly, as if that was the most normal thing to say.
"I know, but... but you can't always be so reckless about it." You narrowed your eyes slightly, letting your arms rest beside you as you attempted to look at anything but him.
"I'm not," he replied, reaching down and gently taking your hand in his own. Sure, to most Lohen seemed like a battle hungry maniac who did not have any gentleness in him, but around you that was different. You've encountered your fair share of people who wouldn't believe you when you said that he was an amazing boyfriend, despite all the bloodlust.
You let another exhausted sigh escape, giving his hand a small squeeze. His hands fit so perfectly into yours, and despite the scars covering them, his skin was surprisingly soft.
"Sure, you don't act the part though," your response was just loud enough to reach him in the quiet calmness of your home. The only sound was the last bird of the day chirping outside, slowly lulling everything else to sleep for the night.
"Well-" Lohen paused, he was still sometimes unsure, or maybe even nervous, about how to act around you, "I swear on Barbatos' name, I won't get myself killed." He smiled and leaned closer to your face again. Annoyingly close. His scent invaded your nostrils and you could feel his warm breath ghost across your skin.
You stayed quiet for a few moments before pulling him in closer, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.
"You shouldn't swear on the anemo archons name... you battle hungry masochist." He couldn't help but laugh slightly at your response, as he tugged you closer as well and flopped onto his side.
"Yeah, yeah..." he buried his face into your neck.
"Most people would have probably been worried where all that blood on me came from earlier. You don't even seem a little worried about that. You're not fully sane either, doe." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice and it caused you to roll your eyes at him.
"I'm too tired to think about this right now," you muttered, nuzzling your face into his mint-colored hair.
Lohen didn't make any sneaky comments in response. He seemed tired as well, and soon enough both of you drifted off to sleep on the couch.
đ â. Childe
A good year ago or so, you could have never imagined you would end up dating one of the eleven fatui harbingers. You lived in Snezhnaya all your live, so you were well aware of who they were, or more precisely, what the fatui stood for. You were never particularly fond of them yourself.
Still, now you had found yourself not just closely aquainted with the eleventh of the fatui harbingers, but you just so happened to even be dating him.
Meeting him and getting to know him was far less terrifying than you would have expected it to be. You always thought, that the harbingers were intimidating and unapproachable. Yet, when the ginger had showed up in your shop one day, looking to purchase a gift for his little brother, you had quickly found yourself entranced by him.
Back then, you never would have imagined things would turn out like this; with him standing in your doorway, an awkward smile on his face and some blood staining his hair and clothes.
Although, what was even more concerning, was probably the fact that you weren't even a little bit mortified by the sight of your beloved boyfriend covered in blood.
"Again? Really?" You sighed, dragging him into your home. This was the second time this week he had shown up like this. You seriously weren't quite sure anymore what to do with him.
"Sorry," he muttered apologetically as he took off his shoes. You just brushed it off, deep down you were glad he was at least coming to you now when he was injured instead of trying, and failing, to treat his wounds himself. It took him a bit at the beginning of your relationship, after all, he was worried he might creep you out if he showed up like this in front of you.
However, after he had once been injured badly in a battle he had recklessly thrown himself into, which had led him to drag himself to your doorstep as a last resort of seeking help and safety, he has started feeling more comfortable at letting you see his... less sane side.
You watched quietly as he removed his shirt in the bathroom, your eyes lingering just a bit too long on his back. Despite all the scars, you couldn't help but think he was beautiful.
"[name]?" his voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you shook your head, quickly kneeling down in front of him.
"Sorry, you looked a bit too good," you replied, causing him to chuckle slightly.
"You say that while I'm- ow!" A pout formed on his face when you applied some disinfectant on a cut on his chest.
"Don't talk," you instructed, shooting a slight glare up at him for a moment, before focusing back on your task at hand. There were a few cuts on him here and there, luckily none of them were very deep.
The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as you wrapped some bandages around his torso. It wasn't an awkward silence, more of a comfortable one.
"So," you broke the silence eventually, while you started taking care of a cut on his cheek, "what happened this time?"
"I found a monster camp nearby and decided to take care of it. I.. just didn't expect there to be two abyss mages in there as well. I took care of them though, they stood no real chance against me," he declared proudly. If you weren't in love with him, you probably would have smacked him for that right about now.
"Hm.. alright." You placed a bandaid on his cheek and sighed.
"Seriously, sometimes I feel like you get hurt on purpose so that I can take care of you."
"So? What if I enjoy being taken care of by my boyfriend?" Boyfriend. You still got a bit flustered whenever he would refer to you as his boyfriend. Maybe, you just simply weren't used to it yet. Maybe you would never truly get used to it enough to not get flustered over it.
"Freak," you mumbled, trying to ignore the way your face was heating up right now.
"Come here, we need to wash the blood out of your hair." You stepped closer to the sink and turned on the water, holding your hand under it and waiting for it to be warm enough to comfortably wash the harbingers hair.
"Yessir," he replied, getting up just a tad bit too enthusiastically. He regretted it right away when the bandages rubbed against one of his cuts and an audible 'ouch' escaped his lips. You just sighed in response.
After you had washed and dried his hair, the two of you had settled down on your bed. He was still shirtless, the bandages covering most of his chest, but you didn't mind. I mean, why would you complain about something like that?
Tartaglia was currently snuggled up against you, his head gently resting against your chest while you played with his hair. Quiet, calm moments like these were something you had grown to love the past few months with him. His soft and steady breathing against you, the way his weight was just perfect to make you feel safe and grounded.
"Ajax?" You asked, your hand moving from his hair to the back of his neck and gently caressing his skin. The harbinger hummed in response, but didn't bother lifting up his head. He seemed quite satisfied in his current position.
"Promise me to be more careful. I know you love fighting but..." your movements came to a halt, "I worry you'll one day get into a battle you cannot win."
The weight of your words hung heavy in the air and Ajax opened his eyes again. It felt like time froze for a few moments, a tight feeling in your chest.
"I won't," he finally replied, lifting his head to make eye contact with you.
"I know you still need me... my siblings also still need me. I just... the fighting..." he seemed to struggle finding the right words.
"It's okay, you don't need to explain, I just want you to promise me that you'll be more careful." You rested your hand on his cheek, gently running your thumb across the bandaid you had placed on it.
There was a certain look in his eyes, one of uncertainty. He still sometimes seemed to struggle to understand how someone like you could have possibly fallen in love with someone like him.
"I promise," he replied eventually. You smiled as his response, feeling the heavy feeling in your chest slowly fade away. You knew today wouldn't be the last time he would show up at your doorstep with cuts scattered across his skin, but for now, that promise was enough for you to feel more at ease.
You pulled him in closer for a moment, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, before letting him rest his head against your chest once more. You let the comfortable silence envelop you both again, enjoying this moment of peace with one of the most feared people in all of snezhnaya laying in your arms.
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Hello! Can u make Sunday, anaxa, Mydei and danheng inhibitor lunae having a boyfriend that is bigger and buffer than them? Like reader is a sweetheart but he actually is a MONSTER
ââ .⊠" you're... huge! "
pairing(s) : Sunday, Anaxa, Mydei, Dan Heng x buff!male!reader (all separate)
tags : x male reader, reader is buff, fluff, possibly a little suggestive (?), lots of being shirtless, reader is a bit overprotective (sunday), slightly ooc, not proofread
word count : 3.5k
a/n : Hi! Tysm for the request I'm not sure if this is what you wanted but I tried my best <3 Sorry if Dan Heng's part felt rushed I wasn't sure what to write anymore
Requests are open!
đŒ Sunday
Ever since joining the express, it felt as if Sunday was getting jumped left and right as soon as he set foot outside the astral express. Today didn't seem to be any different.
The halovian had just wanted to go out to grab something to eat for lunch with his boyfriend, yet now he found himself being stared down by two guys that had bumped into him by accident.
He had been waiting for you to return with some cake you had wanted, when two guys rudely bumped into him. Sunday wasn't much of a fighter however, and the two men seemed physically stronger than him. Plus, they appeared to be quite agitated as well. Despite the fact they had been the ones who failed to pay attention to where they were going. On top of that, one of the men had spilled his drink onto himself when they bumped into him.
"Don't you have eyes in your head!" One of them shouted and stepped closer to Sunday, leaning down slightly. Sunday scrunched his nose as the mans breath hit his face. To say it was an unpleasant smell was an understatement.
"Apologies, but I believe you were the ones who bumped into me," Sunday replied in a calm tone, but he didn't feel very calm. People were staring at the scene starting to unfold.
"Oh? Now the little birdy is gonna blame us?" The other guy cracked his knuckles and stepped closer as well. "Do you wanna start a fight, huh?!" Sunday grit his teeth. He was certainly not very fond of the idea of getting into a physical fight right now.
"I'd rather not."
However, the two men almost seemed to want to get into a fight right now. One of them reached forward and harshly yanked Sunday closer by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stand on his tip toes. The feathers on his wings ruffled up a little.
"Excuse me." Someone else spoke suddenly from right behind Sunday and an all too familiar looking hand grabbed hold of the wrist on the halovians collar.
"It's you," Sunday spoke, a hint of relief filling his voice. He glanced back over his shoulder and looked up at you. You were at least a head taller than Sunday, and also taller than both men.
You shot a quick reassuring glance at Sunday before directing your attention back at the two men, who seemed quite startled by your appearance. You tightened your hold on the guys wrist and he quickly released Sunday, who stumbled back just to be caught by your free arm wrapping around his waist.
"Would you mind leaving my boyfriend alone?" You said in a cold tone, glaring at the two. You still didn't let go of the guys wrist.
"W-we're sorry dude! We didn-"
"Shut it." You moved your hand and twisted the guys wrist, forcing him to turn around and pinning his hand behind his back. You let go of Sunday and placed your other hand on his shoulder.
"Ow! Fuck! We're really sorry! I-it won't happen again!" The guy begged, trying to pry himself out of your hold.
You were there when everything went down in Penacony. You had been with Sunday even before all of that after all. You hated it when anyone laid a hand on him, and you really didn't like how these guys were acting so disrespectful just now.
You opened your mouth to say something again, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You paused, glancing down at Sunday who shook his head. With a deep sigh, you finally let go of the guy and watched as the two quickly scrambled away and out of your sight.
"Are you okay?" You asked, stepping closer to Sunday and placing a hand on his cheek.
"I'm fine... thank you, [name]." He smiled up at you and you nodded in response, planting a quick kiss on his forehead before grabbing the cake you had hurriedly placed on a nearby bench.
Once the two of you arrived back in your room at the express, you sat down together to eat and watch a movie. The entire time, Sunday seemed to keep glancing over at you, at your muscular arms specifically, instead of paying attention to the tv.
It took you a bit, but you noticed it eventually.
"Sunday?" Your voice seemed to catch him a little off guard, the tips of his ears flushed a soft shade of red. "What's wrong?"
"I was just... thinking about earlier," he explained, taking another forkfull of the cake into his mouth. Some of the icing had somehow ended up on his cheek, so you reached out and wiped it off with your thumb.
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Uhm..." He glanced down, "I suppose it simply caught me a little off guard. You're typically so... gentle." You couldn't help but laugh nervously, you had surprised yourself earlier as well.
"I just got a bit mad when I saw those guys threatening you," you commented, taking another bite of the cake yourself.
"I could tell," he paused, staring down at your arms again. The shirt you were wearing was quite tight and not doing you any favours. He could see the outlines of your biceps and pecks, compared to Sunday, you were massive.
The more he thought about it, the more flustered Sunday seemed to get. He brought his wings forward to slightly cover the blush forming on his cheeks. He still wasn't quite used to feeling this way.
You set down your plate and scooted closer to him, your thigh brushing up against his smaller thighs. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer as you leaned back on the couch. You didn't even realise that your action just made the poor man even more flustered than he already was.
What made him feel even more shameful, was the fact that he was enjoying having his head rest against your chest.
"Your face is red," you broke the silence eventually. Sunday looked up at you for a moment and then adverted his gaze once again, and he placed his hands on your arm, finally relaxing a bit.
"Just... thank you."
You laughed slightly and placed another kiss on his forehead.
"Don't mention it, my angel."
đŒ Anaxagoras
You truly had no idea how you had ended up like this, much less what your boyfriend was doing exactly.
You were sitting in his laboratory with your shirt neatly folded together on the table next to you. Anaxa was standing in between your legs and writing some things down on while examening the reactions of your muscles when he pinched you in different places.
"Uhm... Anaxa? Can I get-"
"Not until I am finished." You were quickly cut off and sighed. It's not like you would be able to say anything to get out of this situation anyway. You had merely agreed to visiting him in his lab; you don't even remember the rest. However, your beloved seemed quite intrigued by your muscular body.
You leaned your head back and stared up at the ceiling, admiring the galaxy-like scenery spread across it. You had never really been here before, Anaxagoras always made it quite clear he did not appreciate anyone entering his laboratory. Most people probably didn't want to either.
It was honestly messier than you expected it to be. Anaxa had claimed that everything was in an order most suited for himself. Whatever that meant.
You giggled slightly as he pinched a particular spot under your ribcage, making you squirm a bit.
"W-wait- that tickles-" You glanced down and for a brief moment noticed a faint smirk on his face before he pulled away from you and walked over to another desk with various pages filled with calculations you were unable to decipher spread across it.
You watched him for a few seconds, before you got up and followed him like a lost puppy. You were standing behind him, towering over his smaller frame before you leaned down and rested your chin on his shoulder.
"Aren't you going to tell me what you're doing?" You mumbled, peppering soft kisses against his neck.
"I am analysing your physical body and it's functions," he replied, not taking his eyes off his papers.
You sighed again, it was already late and you would much rather lay down somewhere with him instead of doing whatever this was. Nonetheless, you knew how important Anaxa's research was to him. Even if some of it made absolutely no sense to you whatsoever. There was no way you would be able to convince him to direct his focus onto you.
At least, not with words.
You started at the papers in his hands for a few more moments, before your hand slowly moved to grab his waist. Your large palm easily covered almost half of his waist. You tugged him back a little so that you were pressed up against his backside and whined out his name.
"Anaxagoras... I'm tired," you whined, hiding your face in his neck. Meanwhile, Anaxa seemed intrigued by the size of your hand compared to his own.
"Hmph..." He grunted, placing his hand on yours. "Let me do a few more tests- hey-!" He gasped when you suddenly lifted him up and placed him over your shoulder like he weighed nothing. That action had caused him to drop his papers. Normally you would have picked them up, but you were too tired to do so currently. You only briefly set him down to put on your shirt, before picking him back up once more.
The entire way home, you were ignoring Anaxa's attempts at telling you to put him down. He had stopped struggling after five minutes or so anyway and was now oddly quiet. You didn't question it.
Once you finally arrived home, you walked straight to your bed and tossed him onto it, before climbing on top of him and just letting your head fall onto his chest.
"Titans sake- you're heavy," Anaxa muttered, adjusting himself a bit to get comfortable.
"You know, normally I despise it when people interrupt my experiments."
"So... I'm an exception?" You glanced up at him with that puppy-eyed expression of yours and he scoffed.
"Hmph..." That huff was enough for you to know you were right. Anaxa was always a bit... unique when it came to showing his affection. You had jokingly started to call him a tsundere for it while refusing to explain the term to him. His reactions were simply too good.
You laughed softly at the grumpy expression on his face and how, despite you interrupting whatever he was doing earlier, he still placed his hand on your head now and gently combed his fingers through your hair. You closed your eyes and let yourself relax on top of him, slowly drifting off to sleep.
"... okay, you're seriously heavy. Get off."
"But..."
"[name]."
"Fine..."
đŒ Mydei
Mydeimos had always prided himself in having a good physique. He would literally walk around half shirtless most of the time.
That very reason was why most people did not believe his boyfriend had an even more impressive physique than he did. Until they actually saw you and realised that your shoulders and overall stature did appear a bit more buff than even Mydei himself was.
Mydei was currently standing in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles and just admiring his own physique with a smug expression on his face. If anyone ever found out he posed in front of his mirror like this, he would have to make sure they stay silent about it. With you being the exception of course. You were laying on the bed, the bedsheet merely covering your lower half and the soft sun rays of the morning sun highlighting your features in just the right ways.
You were watching your boyfriend do whatever he was doing with a soft smile on your face. Eventually, you decided to get up and stand beside him. Both of you were still in your underwear.
"Hm?" Mydei paused when your frame entered the image in the mirror. His eyes immediately (and totally unintentionally), drifted down to your chest, your abs and the small bit of your happy trail and v-line that was visible to him.
He cleared his throat and quickly looked away again, the tips of his ears flushing a soft shade of red.
"I thought you were stil sleeping," he said, albeit he sounded a bit grumpy. You yawned and stretched your arms over your head, your muscles flexing slightly in response. The sight made Mydei's breath hitch.
"I woke up a bit ago," you muttered, moving closer to Mydei and wrapping both arms around his waist. He moved back a bit until his back hit the soft mattress of the bed and you simply let yourself fall down on top of him. His face was now practically squished into your soft, large man boobs.
You were too tired to move and just wanted to cling to your beloved. Mydei was sure at this point that you often forgot just how strong and heavy you actually were. He huffed as he shoved you to the side so that you laid next to him instead of on top of him.
"You're truly ridiculous, HKS..." You still had your arms wrapped tighlty around him, as if he might disappear if you let go. You both just quietly laid there together like that, your fingers tracing across the firm muscles on Mydei's back whilst his face was still pressed into your chest like earlier. He didn't seem to mind now that he wasn't being crushed by your weight on top of him.
"Are you hungry?" You broke the comfortable silence between you two eventually, tilting your head down to look at Mydei.
"Mhm," he hummed in response. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and got up. You couldn't be bothered putting on a shirt, so you just slipped into a comfortable pair of sweat pants and made your way to the kitchen.
However, you did not get very far. Mydei had grabbed your wrist whilst you were in the doorway. He must have remembered the last time you tried to make pancakes for breakfast and they had somehow been raw on the inside and completely burnt on the outside.
"I'll make breakfast, you go sit down," he said as he steered you towards the living room. You didn't resist, you knew he was right anyway and you always enjoyed eating his cooking.
You silently watched from afar as Mydei began to make breakfast. His muscles tensing slightly anytime he picked something up, the concetrated look on his features. He was just so beautiful like this. You sighed dreamily, time became irrelevant and before you knew it, Mydei was already finished and standing in front of you with a plateful of soft, fluffy pancakes.
Your eyeslit up at the sight. You hadn't noticed until now just how hungry you were yourself actually.
When Mydei went to take a seat beside you, you quickly redirected him to plop down onto your lap, catching the kremnoan off guard. The worst part was, you didn't even realise the way your actions always made him flustered.
"What in strifes name are you doing?" Mydei huffed, glancing down at you while your head rested on his shoulder.
"Feed me?" You asked softly, pointing at your mouth. Mydei mentally scolded himself for not being able to say no to you when you looked at him like that. With an exhausted sigh, he gave in and began to quietly feed you.
"Seriously, can't you do this yourself?" He mumbled, pushing another bite into your mouth. You let the flavour of the pancake melt against your tongue, while tightening your hold on the male in your lap.
"Hm... mhm, but it's more fun when you do it," you replied and opened your mouth for another bite.
Mydei might act grumpy a lot of the time, but he would be lying if he said your behaviour wasn't even a little endearing.
đŒ Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae)
Currently, Dan Heng was placed on your lab, straddling your thighs while his tail swayed side to side behind him. His arms were wrapped around your neck and he was staring down at you with a contemplating expression on his face.
You had convinced him to turn into his imbibitor lunae form earlier. After begging for almost two hours (and you definitely could have kept going), Dan Heng had been left with no other choice but to give in and reveal his other form to you.
You just adored seeing him like this; his long, soft hair, the horns on his head and his long tail swaying behind him.
Your hands were placed on his waist, while you smiled up at him innocently.
"What're you thinking about?" You asked softly, tilting your head to the side.
The shirt you were wearing was unbuttoned slightly, exposing your collarbone and part of your chest. The sleeves of the shirt were clinging tightly to the muscles of your biceps and your waist. Dan Heng was sure you had done this on purpose to provoke him, he just couldn't prove it. Not yet.
"..." Dan Heng adverted his gaze away from your exposed collarbone. He felt like a freak for the thoughts swirling around in his head. Especially because he could tell you probably weren't thinking like that- or maybe you were truly just pretending not to.
"Why did I have to sit on your lap again?" He asked eventually, the tips of his pointy ears were glowing a soft shade of red.
"Because..." you nuzzled your nose against the exposed bit of skin on his chest. "I can admire how beautiful my boyfriend is much better this way."
Your words made his breath hitch for a moment before he let out an exhausted sigh, slightly tightening his hold on you.
"You're impossible," he commented quietly, yet showed no sign of wanting to get up from his current place on your lap.
You played with the tips of his hair, relishing in the soft, fresh scent of his cool skin. You could stay like this for hours. Your arms wrapped tightly around him, holding him close to you.
You let out a soft gasp when someone suddenly lightly pinched your left bicep and pulled back a little to look down at Dan Heng's hand, which was now firmly wrapped around your muscle. Seems Dan Heng couldn't resist it any longer.
"What are you doing?" You asked, leaning back against the couch rest behind you. Dan Heng didn't answer. He pulled your arm up a bit, albeit with a shy look on his face, and pressed his face against it.
"Hm?" You tilted your head to the side curiously as he made eye contact with you, you weren't quite sure what he was asking of you right now.
"Can I... uhm..."
"Bite me? Sure!"
Dan Heng deadpanned before his cheeks began to heat up some more. He hated how straightforward you could be at times. His poor heart just could not handle it.
"Not what I wanted to ask..." He sighed and simply wrapped his arms around your neck once more, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His reaction brought a smile to your face and you tightened your hold on him. Compared to you, his body seemed so fragile and small almost.
Your eyes moved down to his tail, still gently swaying from side to side behind him. You reached your hand out and carefully brushed your knuckles over his scales, making his breath hitch slightly before it turned into what sounded like a soft purring.
"Do you like that?"
"Mmh.." You chuckled and relaxed a bit again, tilting your head back to stare up at the ceiling.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you for a few moments and you relished in each others warmth. You could feel yourself slowly grow tired, it was probably better if you laid down on your bed. Falling asleep while sitting like this would just make your back hurt later when you woke up again.
Without a warning, you wrapped your hands around Dan Heng's thighs and lifted him off your lap. He gasped slightly and clung to you a bit more tightly.
"A warning would be nice," he muttered, shooting you a slight glare.
You just laughed in response as you placed him on the bed and laid down beside him, pulling him on top of you so that he was laying on your chest.
"Comfortable?" You asked, looking down at your boyfriend.
"Hm.. yeah... you're really huge," he said without actually thinking about it, though he seemed to recognise his mistake almost immediately when he noticed the grin on your face.
"Don't- don't say it... you know what I mean."
"Uh-huh..." You could hear him sigh again as he laid his head onto your chest once more. You decided not to tease him anymore, not for now at least. You were feeling too tired to do so.
"Goodnight, I love you..."
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I rlly wanna write some stuff for genshin or zzz too ngl not just hsr
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pairing : Ashveil x male!reader
summary : Ashveil's stressed from work and in pain so you decide to comfort your boyfriend and relief him of some of his pain.
tags : ashveil x male reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, some angst, comfort, reader calls Ashveil "Ashie", Ashveil thinks he doesn't deserve love, reader has healing abilities
word count : 1.1k
a/n : fluff because I need to give this man a hug.. also sorry if it's a bit ooc
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Ashveil sank down on the bed next to you with an exhausted groan. He had been going from one place to the next to conduct some research on a case the entire day. Needless to say, he was beyond exhaustion.
As your eyes scanned over your beloveds body, you noticed the way his arm seemed to tremble slightly and the soft knit in his eyebrows. His phantom pain was acting up again.
You had known about his condition ever since before the two of you had started dating, your abilities were able to cool down his body similar to the effects of his cryo chamber. You could cure him of his pain, albeit it only temporarily.
Your hand slowly traced up his left arm as you laid down next to him. His body felt like it was burning up. Ashveil turned his head slightly and looked down at you. His eyes always drew you in without any effort at all, like a moth to a flame. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"You seem exhausted," you said in a soft tone, to which Ashveil responded with a whine. He turned over onto his side and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was always so whiny, it reminded you a bit of a puppy sometimes.
"I was working so hard, but sometimes even the greatest detectives can't solve a case within a day... can you believe that?" You couldn't help but giggle softly at the pouty look on his face. You brought up your hand and gave his cheek a soft pinch.
"Oh, wow... you poor baby." Your voice was laced with sarcasm and Ashveil sighed.
"My deduction skills are the greatest, but this one just seems too tough to figure out even for me..."
"Ashie, you know your deduction skills suck," you deadpanned and Ashveil sweatdropped nervously. He knew you were right, most of the time, he just didn't want to admit it.
"All those years, all those countless opponents I've faced, yet the words of my beloved boyfriend end up being the most hurtful thing I've ever heard," he whined, pressing his face into you chest.
Your hand moved to the back of his head and you gently threaded your fingers through the long strands of dark hair fading into white. You always admired how soft your boyfriends hair was, despite the fact he didn't have any special hair routine.
A soft laugh rumbled in your chest as you flipped him onto his back and moved to straddle his waist with your thighs. The detectives breath hitched slightly and his hands found their way onto your waist. You loved the way the tips of his ears seemed to glow a soft shade of red now.
"Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat and help you with the pain." You gestured towards his right arm and the startled expression on his face morphed into a slightly more pitiful one as he glanced at his right arm.
His eyes drifted back over to you, "you sure?" He was still not quite used to someone genuinely wanting to stick around him for a while, much less do something for him without wanting anything in return. You often enjoyed to spoil him, not just with love but with your money too. You were relatively wealthy after all. Although, he often seemed to feel guilty whenever you spent your money on him, no matter how much you reassured him that it was alright with you.
"Of course," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you got off of him and disappeared into the kitchen. You figured you would settle for something easy to stomach; pancakes. Ashveil always appreciated those.
You began humming softly as you moved through the kitchen, preparing a batch of pancakes for the exhausted detective. In the mean time, Ashveil had settled on the couch and was quietly keeping an eye on you, while trying to block out the pain. Just seeing you seemed to make him feel a bit more at ease.
Once you finished preparing the pancakes and placing them on a plate, you brought them over to your boyfriend. You set the plate down before him and settled down behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and activated your ability.
Ashveil was always quite grateful for that ability of yours, since it meant he was able to actually sleep in bed with you instead of isolating himself in his fridge. He only used the refrigerator now whenever you weren't around or he just needed some place to hide in to wipe his tears.
You felt the way the tension in his body slowly subsided, and he was able to enjoy the pancakes without stinging pain in his right side making it hard for him to form a coherent thought.
You paid close attention to him as he ate, "does it taste good?" You brushed some hair behind his ear. Ashveil hummed in response as he held a forkful of pancake up to your lips. You obliged, letting him feed you, before nestling your face back into the crook of his neck.
A comfortable silence settled between you as he ate the meal you had made for him. You could feel the way his chest rose and sank rythmically with each breath he took, and the soft beating of his heart. You could stay like this for hours.
Once he finally finished, you cleaned his plate and put it away, then laid back into bed with Ashveil.
"Thank you," he mumbled, watching you snuggle up against his side, while his arms wrapped around you once more. You always fit so perfectly into his embrace, like it was meant to be.
"Don't mention it," you replied, resting your head on his large chest.
"No, really... I don't deserve all these favours, yet you insist on giving them to me for free. I don't even know how to repay you." You blinked your eyes open again and raised an eyebrow, looking up at him again.
"Repay me? Ashveil, I'm your boyfriend. You don't have to repay me for the bare minimum." You placed a hand on his cheek and gently traced your thumb across his skin in a soothing manner.
"Hah... yeah, guess I'm just... not used to it." He smiled back at you, leaning into your touch. You just sighed in response, it always made you feel so warm inside, knowing you were able to make the one that practically saved your life feel happy and loved.
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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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Hii! Could I request Brant x siren!male!reader?
Reader is a siren who's been pestering Brant and his crew for a while out of boredom and Brant finally managed to catch him.
Maybe some kind of hatefucking in a way with a bit of fluff at the end? Sort of enemies to lovers where Brant realised reader was just lonely and bored and kinda thought Brant was pretty and was trying to get his attention and then realises he's actually kind of an idiot (affectionately) when he gets flustered
sorry if the request is too long you can shorten it are make it into two parts if that's easier </3
not sure if i explained it well either just write whatever you interpret it as!
notes , yes of course thank you so much for the request and sorry for the late reply I havenât been on social media lately school has been kicking my ass⊠anyways I hope you enjoy - (Iâm sorry if I get his character off I havenât played wuwa in a yearâ)
Youâa siren, liked to bother Brant and his crew, And god it worked..everytime. You would lure his men out with your enchanting vocals or your beauty, pull pranks, or to piss of Brant. Whenever you had the time youâd swim over to Brantâs ship or follow the crew. Youâd pull pranks like pretending to be a shark attacking the ship or make the waves rough so they couldnât go where they needed to go. Or youâd mess with the propellers and sails to make them go to the opposite of where they needed to go, a burden really. Brant was fed up and he was stuck on capturing you. To confront you and demand why you insisted on tormenting them!
You knew the sea like the back of your hand but werenât prepared for Brantâs traps and tricksâyou didnât even know he was capable of such things. You were not ready for what was to come..pissing off Brant was a bad idea. Especially messing with his men..a few days later you thought it would be a bright idea to mess with the ship again until you felt something get caught on your tailâthe fuck?! Berle you could act you were pulled up out the sea into a cage with sea prism bars. Making you feel weak. âWhat the hell?..â your words slurred and you slowly look up to see the crew cheering and laughing at you, and Brant in the center of it. He was drinking wine out of a goblet before looking at you with a satisfied expression, then he spoke in a mocking tone.. âah, ha! Finally caught yaâ! You really didnât put much of a fight I thought you would. You seriously caused issues for me and my men.â He leaned over, staring intensely into your eyes with a displeased expressionâhe spoke once more, âand I donât take kindly to those who try to hurt the people I cherish.â You roll your eyes and grip onto the bars but immediately let go as the contact with the metal of the cage made you feel weaker. âYou fuckinâ..you ass! Let me out you annoying human! Itâs not my fault you and your band of idiots got fooled each and every-time! It was classic entertainment and you feel for it!â
Brant stared at youâthen bursted out laughing. He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, âhah! Iâm the fool yet youâre here..trapped on my ship..with me and my men. And you demand we let you out after everything? hahah! Youâre hilarious!â Brant have you one last look before walking off.. âheâs kinda pretty..annoying but very pretty. Heâs a problem. Maybe Iâll let him back into the waters at some point..â he thought to himself, he went inside the small of his cabin before leaning back on a chair and looking at his maps lost in his thoughts meanwhile the crew was teasing and mocking you for getting captured. You sulked and groaned in annoyance trying to figure out how to leave..you closed your eyes and focused..your beautiful long tail turning into two pairs of long legs.
When no one was looking you slipped out and stumbled. You looked for a place to hide so you ran into the small cabin that Brant was inâunaware he too was there. You fell onto him and his first instinct was to catch you. You looked at him, your face goes red, you didnât expect to be so close to him..one of the main reasons you pestered him was to get his attention but another was how pretty he looked for a human.. â..what are you doing hereâ how did you get legs..whatââ Brant had a million questions but paused when he saw your expressionâflustered and shy. A completely different expression you had usually from past experiencesâŠ
When no one was looking you slipped out and stumbled. You looked for a place to hide so you ran into the small cabin that Brant was inâunaware he too was there. You fell onto him and his first instinct was to catch you. You looked at him, your face goes red, you didnât expect to be so close to him..one of the main reasons you pestered him was to get his attention but another was how pretty he looked for a human.. â..what are you doing hereâ how did you get legs..whatââ Brant had a million questions but paused when he saw your expressionâflustered and shy. A completely different expression you had usually from past experiencesâŠ
âLet me go..â you managed to speak up, you looked annoyed against and slapped him, his head snapped back and he looked somewhat irritated. â..did you just hit me?â Brant let out a low chuckle before looking at you with an irritated but somewhat fond expression. He roughly grabbed your chin with one hand as his other arm held you upright, you were pressed against the wall as his body provided you some warmth. Your breaths mingled together before he spoke againâ âI donât like you, at all. You caused me and my men so many delays, troubles..problems. But youâre more of my problem. Do you know how many times I had to convince myself to try not to actually lose my mind from that stupid..magical voice of yours..â he kept staring at your eyes, his gaze softening, he didnât truly hate you; he just couldnât understand you..he was conflicted with himself and his emotions. Just as he was about to pull back you pulled him impossibly closer, his lips crash into yours.
You whimpered softly as your lips moved in tandem with his, Brantâs eyes were wideâconfused on what was happening but slowly they closed..he kissed back roughly, his tongue sliding past your teeth. His tongue invaded your mouth, meanwhile his hand firmly grabbed your wrist and placed it on his neck. The kiss broke as he snuck himself inbetween your legs before hoisting one up onto his waist, âthis is your fault..do you feel what you do to me?..my heart is beating so bad I can hardly understand why. Why a..nuisance like you is making me feel like this.â You stared up at him-shocked..confused, flustered. You donât know whatâs happening but you let it. âI donât fucking like you either, youâre weird and loud..and just overall annoying!â He remained silent..maybe that was for the best. He marked you all over your neck, careful of the gills that were there. He left red and purple marks all over your neck, he was rough and careless. He undid the belt of his pants as well as the buttons, pulling them down just enough to get rid of the tension around the growing bulge he had, you gasped softly when you noticed it..he pulled them down more as his cock slid out of their confinementsâyou panted heavily unsure of what to do, your face was red-your heart beated quickly. You slowly placed a hand around it and jerked him off slowly..Brant let out a low groan as he felt your soft smooth hand go up and down his shaft, âgo faster.â He commanded, he wanted to feel more. You obeyed his command for now..he snapped, he pinned you down against his desk and pressed his lips against your ear,
â..can I..continue this further?..I need more. I wantââ you cut him off, âwhatever. Go ahead. Just be quick..I donât want to smell like you. You reek of alcohol.â Brant growled lowly before his hand slid down to your ass circling the rim, you were already plenty of wet down there he didnât even need lube to prep you..he moved his fingers and replaced it with the head of his cockâwith no warning he slamming in balls deep. You let out a loud surprised moan as your body trembled violently from the sudden intrusion..he was so big..he hit all the right spots perfectly..he went so deep, so fast, he pounded you with pent up emotions.
Brant gripped your hips tightly as possible as he murmured things to himself..he leaned himself over you, his chest pressed directly against your back, he groaned and moaned directly into your ear as he pounded into you angrily. âYouâre so damn infuriating..you make me feel things I shouldnât..fuck.â He was talking to himself more than he was to you, he suddenly hugged you from behind while thrusting in and out of you. He held you down against the table. Everything was falling off of it, valuable treasures, bottle, and papers flew off as the two of you rocked the table. âAâaghnâŠMmph..aâah..ah..B-Brant..Iâm..Iâm close..hurry the fuck up..â you managed to get a few words out, he looked at you with an irritated expression. âHold it in until I say you can, damn siren..â you gasped and spat back âno fucking way!..t-thatâs not fair I donât think I can hold it in this form..!!â He rolled his eyes and went faster and harderâyou couldnât hold it in anymore. You came all over your stomach and the table with a strangled moan. Your nails left in deep scratches in the wooden table, a mark and stark reminder of what happens between you two..he followed suitâcumming deeply inside you. He groaned loudly as he thrusted a few times before slowly pulling out..he slowly stood up properly looking down at your tired body.
You looked up at him hazily through your lashes, he looked back, his expression softened. He came to a realizationâyou werenât bothering him and his men due to the fact it was funny, but simply because you were alone.. He noticed almost every-time you came to âbotherâ him you were alone everytime. Or waited for him to appear, clearly nothing to do with your free time except get his attention. He gently cupped your faceâthe gentleness was unusual of him especially towards you. â..you..are you truly alone? Is that why you must interfere with my day constantly?â He asked in a soft tone, keeping eye contact. You hesitated but then slowly nodded..your body slowly stopped trembling and you finally sat up on the table, slowly you leaned in slightly..Brantâs breath hitched as he felt you getting closer, he looked..embarrassed? You smiled softly, âyou look like a bashful idiot..what did you expect me to kiss you?..â Brantâs face became more red and quickly looked away, he was embarrassed. Extremely embarrassed. He wanted to crawl in a hole and die. You softly cupped his face and kissed his lips softly, he gasped but slowly kissed you back. The kiss lasted for a few minutes before slowly breaking..he looked at you. You looked at him. You both smile softly. â..youâre actually kinda cute when youâre shy, I didnât know you could make that expression.â You spoke softly as you laughed softly, teasing him, you were still sore and tired from earlier.
Brant noticed this and felt guilty, âIâm sorry for going so rough..I shouldâve went more gentler on you. Here let me help you..â he cleaned the sweat and cum off of you with a clean towel he had on his chair. He gently wiped you down before handing you a pair of clothes. You slowly put them on and tried to stand up, you held onto Brant for support while you tried to walk properly still not used to the legs. âI shouldâve dragged you in the ocean with me instead.â You said light heartedly, Brant let out a hearty laugh before gently holding you closely. â..should I get you back to the water? Itâs late my men are probably in their own cabins by now.â You nodded slowly, he guided you out onto the deck. âCome see me again..no pranks, no tricks; just come. I..want to see you more. You donât have to do those things to have my attention anymore.â You kissed his cheek before jumping into the water, your legs turning back into that beautiful dark blue and red tail you had along with your fins and scales, you looked more like a siren in the water..you waved at him before swimming back down into the water. Youâd definitely visit him normally..maybe still hold some harmless pranks here and there as well just to be funny!
pairing : sub!top!ashveil x dom!bottom!male reader
summary : Ashveil didn't expect you to actually go through with it when he jokingly agreed to letting you put a collar on him
tags : sub!ashveil, dom!reader, male reader, bottom!ashveil, top!reader, established relationship, blowjob, handjob, collar and leash, size difference, orgasm denial, Ashveil is a pathetic mess, reader is kinda mean, creampie, belly bulge, praise, multiple orgasms (Ashveil), overstimulation, somewhat dom Ashveil at the end, the hat stays on
word count : 1.7k
minors DNI
a/n : sub ashveil... need to write him more, lwk might be a little ooc tho so I apologise
I'm also not that good at writing smut yet so forgive me
Ashveil truly had no idea how he ended up in his current situation. I mean, he did agree to having you put a collar and a leash on him, maybe he just did not expect you to actually do it.
He was sitting on your bed, right in between your legs. The leash attached to the collar around his neck was pulled tight and wrapped around your hand. His shirt and pants had been disgarded onto the ground earlier and the only thing he still had on was his hat and his boxer shorts.
"So? Are you going to do something, old man?" You teased, a smug look etched across your face. He seemed to squirm slightly under your gaze.
It was not that he had never done anything like this before, it was just that it has been a while since he had last gotten intimate with someone else. Sure, he jerked off sometimes, but he didn't actually touch or pleasure someone else like this in a while. Even thought the two of you had been dating for a few months now, the furthest you had gotten was making out.
Another tug on the leash pulled him out of his thoughts and his eys drifted down to your bare body before him. Your soft skin shimmered softly in the dim light of your bedroom and your pecks looked like they were begging him to touch them.
"Come on," you sighed, you were starting to get bored. You used the leash to pull him closer and smashed your lips against his in a passionate kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth.
The detective let out a surprised moan in response and instinctively grabbed hold of your waist. His hands were able to wrap around your waist entirely, his finger tips almost touching, a shiver ran through Ashveil at the sheer size difference between you and him.
He moved a bit further up and you used that given opportunity to reach down and grab his bulge through his boxers, eliciting another gasp from him as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Hah.. q-quite bold- aren't you?" He gulped, his eyes fixated on your hand on his bulge, gently massaging his hardened cock. You grinned up at him in response.
"If you're not going to do something, then I have to take charge," he sighed, you were right in a way.
You continued to massage his bulge, before you tugged down his remaining clothes and waited until he had taken it off. Your eyes widened for a moment at his size, you had expected him to be big, but this was still bigger than you would have thought. No matter.
"There's some lube in the nightstand, use it to get me ready," you demanded. Ashveil was obeying you like a dog, reaching for the nightstand and taking out the bottle of lube you had mentioned.
He carefully applied some onto his fingers and moved down again. He looked up at you while inserting one finger into you. You tried your best to stay composed, but were unable to stop a soft whimper from slipping past your lips.
"G-good.. keep going, just like that..." Your praise made Ashveil's ears turn a soft shade of red as he pushed his finger deeper and curled it slightly inside of you. His free hand grabbed your thigh in the meantime and squeezed it slightly.
He looked so pretty like that, head lowered between your legs and that somewhat submissive expression on his face as he kept checking to make sure you felt good.
You sat up a bit and reached down, grabbing hold of your own erection with one hand and using the leash wrapped around your other to pull his face closer to your cock.
"Open your mouth," you demanded. His eyes widened for a moment but he obeyed without question, opening his mouth and gently placing your tip against his lips.
You shuddered slightly at the warmth of his mouth as he took your length in completely in one go, his nose pressing against your lower abdomen each time he went down again. You leaned your head back at the feeling, his finger prepping your hole while his mouth was busy sucking you off.
"F-fuck... you're so good at this," you praised him again and he hummed softly around your cock. He added a second finger inside of you and began to scissor you open.
You wanted to buck your hips up into his mouth, but his hold on your thigh was preventing you from doing so. Instead, you just tugged on the leash once again.
After a few more moments, he added a third finger and glanced up as you arched your back slightly. He was making you feel so good, you hadn't felt this way in a while.
"S-stop..." You pulled him off your cock and up to your eye level again.
"Fuck me, detective." Your slightly demanding tone made his eyes widen for a moment before he nodded. He sat up between your legs and rubbed some of the leftover lube on his fingers onto his cock.
"That's it, good... put it in," you muttered and wrapped your legs tightly around Ashveil's waist.
"Hah.. quite eager, huh?" He chuckled, lining himself up. Though his words merely earned him a slight glare and a tug on the leash from you.
"Shut up, do what I said," you huffed and Ashveil just sighed. He slowly inserted himself into you, inch by agonising inch. You wanted to tell him to hurry up, but the stretch of his girthy member was taking your breath away.
"F-fuck..! Hnngh.." You bit down on your lower lip and tightly pulled on the leash again. Ashveil would be lying if he said he didn't actually enjoy this whole leash thing.
Once he finally bottomed out inside you, you pulled him down further and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your chest pressed against his as your nails started to dig slightly into his back.
"So.. tight.." You heard the detective mutter as his hands tightly gripped your waist. You waited for a few seconds until the slight pain subsided, before you told him to start moving.
Ashveil started off at a slow pace, slowly getting faster with each thrust. Just not fast enough.
"Faster.. b-be a good detective, okay?" You muttered into his ear and he swallowed hard in response.
Your cock was rubbing against his abs each time he thrusted into you. At the same time, you were leaving reddening scratch marks all over his back. Your words soon became incoherent, he was making you feel so nice and stuffed with every thrust into you.
"I'm.. gonna cum.. can I? Please.. I want to.. inside?" Ashveil whined, his nails digging into the soft skin on your waist. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and unsteady, a sign that he was close. However, you didn't want to grant him that pleasure just yet. You were close yourself too, but you wanted him to wait until you gave him permission.
"N-not.. ngh.. yet," you moaned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. Ashveil whined in response and began to thrust into you harder than before, abusing your inside and hitting your prostate with every thrust. Your belly bulged slightly each time he went all the way in.
You could feel a knot form in your stomach and you grabbed into the back of Ashveil's hair. You were so close, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted to keep him inside of you.
"Please, please.. l-let me.. I'm.. nhhg.. so close.. please, [name].." Ashveil was getting so close he was starting to sound even more pathetic with his begging. Since it was getting difficult for you to hold it in too, you gave him the okay to fill you up.
Your back arched and you let out a particularly loud moan as the detective thrusted his entire length inside you and filled you up with his cum. At the same time, you climaxed as well, covering your stomach with your own body fluids.
Your grip on the leash had loosened and you had a fucked out expression on your face. You weren't even able to register the look on Ashveil's face; you might've been done, but he wasn't. Before you had the chance to react, he flipped you over onto all fours and thrusted inside you once more.
"W-what're you-... mmh-!" Your eyes widened and you bit down on your lower lip again as Ashveil set a brutal pace with the thrusts of his hips. He was lost in the pleasure. You could feel your brain become mush as the feeling of overstimulation started to set in.
You wanted to give in and let your face sink into the pillow, but Ashveil didn't let you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders from behind to keep you up, while carefully placing his hat on top of your head.
"J-just one more.. okay? Please.." He could tell you were too cock-drunk by now to give him a proper response to that.
He was hitting all the right spots with every single thrust and soon his thrust began to get sloppy once more. He leaned forward and but down on your shoulder, pulling your body flush against his again as he thrusted all the way inside of you. You felt his cock twitch as he came for a second time that night and finally seemed satisfied.
He stayed inside of you but rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to him.
"Sorry, couldn't stop myself..." he said softly.
"Tsk.. a-a warning.. would have been nice." There was no real bite in your voice, you enjoyed it after all.
Ashveil chuckled softly and rubbed his face against the back of your neck. The warmth radiating from his body made you feel relaxed and protected by how his arms were wrapped around you. Your body was still trembling a bit from the overstimulation.
You let out a soft sigh and slowly closed your eyes. You would deal with getting cleaned up later when you get up again, you were way too exhausted to even think about moving right now.
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