#hsr hcs

[miyaz6ki]

. . . 𝝑𝝔　" YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LAST A SECOND!!! "

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. when someone tries to hit on you right in front of them LOL

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. anaxa, aventurine, argenti, blade, boothill, dan heng, dr. ratio, gallagher x gn!reader

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. so many wips.... i wanna write sm but i also wanna post rn..

۪ ✧ warnings. catcalling-ish ??? just ppl tryna hit on character's beautiful gorgeous wonderful s/o (you), i made some have ladies hit on you as well :sob:. only non established relationships here is w dr ratio (who has been talking w u for months, first date in a while!)

۪⠀✧ word count. like maybe 1.5-2k (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

when anaxa sees the scrawny male (as he'd call it) slowly walk up to you, and a piece of paper in hand while he went to get your favorite cereal, he almost let out a loud ass LAUGH in the middle of the supermarket.

but before the poor guy could even finish his pick-up line, his view was suddenly interrupted by a green hue of locks that measured up to their shoulders. it couldn't have been a lady because of how broad the shoulders were—

"so... you were telling me about that dream you had last night, right? the one where we went out to that dream garden on yours?"

the man behind him tapped his shoulder, not taking the hint on how you were taken, but honestly, your boyfriend is not the kind to waste his words on such worms. and now, finally after the stranger leaves...

"hmm, the moment i leave you alone, people start to crowd. i better keep an eye."

aventurine was anything but kind or polite when it came to protecting what was his. shutting everything down with sarcasm disguised as civil replies. or maybe the damn strange couldn't take a damn sign.

while your significant other went to pay for the shopping expenses himself, someone approaches you, and it is not him with the bill.

"so... you come 'round here often, pretty?" the lady comes close, too close for comfort for you, and warrants unwanted touch.

your boyfriend simply laughs as he waltzes over with his men following close behind, holding shopping bags from your shopping (mainly aventurine shopping things for you).

"they do, actually. with me, every single time." he couldn't help but let a smirk grow on his face, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders before heading the other direction.

"you were so over the top..." "oh please, you're the one dating me. of course it'll be.

argenti would rather keep his composure, likewise with all the other guys here, but he does it in a way that would turn the flirt utterly jealous, and wouldn't know if they'd rather be you, or him.

as soon as he decides to buy you both a gelato sundae from your favorite ice cream store you always had taken him out to every monthsary. "well, aren't you just eye candy?" is all you hear before a shadow appear over the person's figure.

long red hair, and those same jade eyes you fell for. just now they're passively aggressive, and glaring, you don't see that on your lover's face a lot...

"apologies, but they're already spoken for, i fear. here you go, my love. just how you like it." he swiftly steps onto your side, and hastily, but passionately already had his arm around your waist, as he gives a bite of the ice cream. the person walks away out of embarassment LOL

oh please, you think blade would even let them speak? picture this for me:

your lover was beside you, and ordering you a smoothie, custom made with all the espresso shots you want, and all the creamiest whipped cream onto top, all with a straight face and staring the barista down to go faster because he dreads social interaction. but he loves you more so he orders anyway.

when his crimson red eyes land back onto the table, someone took up his seat at your favorite table. could this day get any worse.

"hey... you seem lonely. how about a—" "whatever you think is gonna happen won't happen."

quick shutdown, and intimidates them by staring them down. not that they'd be so bold to stay in that seat.

dan heng isn't the type to let it slide either. he's pretty blunt, but not as blunt as blade. but he'd still be intimidating as hell as well. in a restaurant that just opened up in town, you walked across the marble floors, and over to one of the empty tables so you both could order together.

"so... you down for a drink or two?"

the lady had slid her fingertips over your arm, walking up from behind and finally sitting in front of you. her lips were tinted, the scent of her perfume was clear in the gist of the air—she was made to serenade for sure.

"oh? speechless are we?" ; “speechless, yes—but only because they’re wondering why you thought that would work.”

dan heng's shadow fell over the woman, she felt nervous feeling it hover over her as he moved to remove the lady's hand off you. too scared to continue the conversation, she leaves with an awkward cough, picking up her purse.

highly similar to blade, but the difference is the fact that he softens up as soon as he reclaims his seat. with that same little lovesick daze he has when looking at you.

boothill is passively aggressive, and doesn't hide it at all. but you know what, you love him that way. they'd probably think he's joking but the more he talks to them, the more they realize the gun in his holster is very, very real.

he found it reeeeeaaallllyyyy funny when someone thought it was a great idea to hit on the person who's right beside someone who looks like a texan police officer. and genuinely thinks no repercussions will be given.

sliding over the bar table and bumping your shoulder, a drink in hand-

"hey, im not an artist, but i could definitely picture us together." - "hah! you call that a line? i've heard better stuff from them fortune cookies!"

his flamboyant laugh filled the bar, influencing the same behavior as everyone followed. the catcaller could only leave the scene in embarassment, as your lover pulled you closer by your hand.

"you're truly something, sweetheart." "don't worry, darlin'. i'm the only clown ya gotta deal with."

gallagher, who gives off such a chill, savory vibe to him, when he takes you out to such a mellow place, soft jazz playing in the background. a scent of wine filled the air, so sweet with a tinge of sourness engulfing both of you as you entered, your arm in his.

after you decide to leave to order the food for the both of you, the cashier felt a little bit into the moment, seeing you. anyone would've been jealous of whoever you cane with (i.e. gallagher but the cashier didn't see him :sob:)

"is that all for your order? because im avilable tonight too, only if you are as well— as the dessert."

the cashier smirked as you awkwardly cough and smile, shaking your head slowly to reject him before you feel yourself bump into your date, he had already walked up behind you to check your order.

and yet, he only let out a loud laugh. "oh god, you call that a line?" he simply continued his chortle as he whisked you away, a strong arm around your waist.

"oh my go... did you.. hah! did you hear that loser?!""so over the top..." "just for you, you beaut."

dr. ratio hah. hahahahahah. real funny. his stone cold demeanor unchanging, unwavering. a strange waiter who gives a idiosyncratic glance towards him, but appears all seductively, and specious towards you (although you only had eyes for veritas.)

"so would you like to order more? i'd reccomend a dessert but nothing is sweeter than you."

your lover simply rolled his eyes and handed the bill over, noticing how uncomfortable yoy had been.

"that's your attempt at courtship? maybe talk to a mirror next time, at least you know it won't run away."

the waiter could only have his jaw drop a little before leaving awkwardly. you could only sigh and smile as you felt a hand over yours.

he could only grunt at how oblivious people were, "you attract idiots like moths to a flame." "even you?" "hah. an idiot for you. only you."

[zeyris-daydreams]

We had Mydei, but what about Phainon? He too is one of the Chrysos Heirs. Therefore he too has his wife chosen for him.

It was mostly for convenience rather than looking for any deeper bonds; logic propagated not by Phainon but Aglaea. Then again it only makes sense generally; traditional roles of a wife ease the Chrysos Heir's burdens to a degree, be it cooking or cleaning.

And Phainon was a fairly hard working man.

Despite this being arranged you felt a sense of anxiety as you waited with other women, it didn't help that he was a man of importance. What's the guarantee he'd like you anyway? You were chosen according to the conventionality of it, and other circumstances you didn't really understand. Then again, it was easier not to think of it.

The short formal ceremony was quite comfortable for Phainon, who seemed like too much of a social butterfly. While you were nervous about being married to a practical stranger, he spoke with ease as if he had not heard the concept of social anxiety.

Going back home was even scarier, at first.

Strangely enough — Phainon remained nice. It's not that he was a man with mean blood, but once all eyes weren't on you, a hint of understanding graced his face.

He was aware this situation was strange, not only for you but for him as well; it was a huge change from his daily status quo. While he was grateful for your presence, he rather early on established that you were to bear no responsibility here—no pressure to do things.

That didn't stop you from doing things, of course.

Arranged marriage wasn't something strange in this society by no means, most arranged couples lived on to become quite close as well overtime.

Subtle enough, it was the passing glances or asking how your day went. Lingering touch of his hand on yours on the counter.

Conversations and wrapping his arms around you while you were cooking, leaning to place his chin on your shoulder. Things snowballed slowly and comfortably over the months, as could be expected of a man and a woman living together.

Phainon decided they were right. A wife made his life a whole lot easier. And maybe the tug of emotions at his heartstrings was enough to confirm it, he did pick you after all—you didn't have to know that.

And you didn't have to know that the Chrysos' Heir's favourite activity in the past would be watching you go about your day. You were as sweet as he could've guessed from his observations.

Ah. He loved his wife.

[behold-dusk]

ᝰ.ᐟ THINKING ABOUT PHAINON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND! (MINORS DNI)

pairing(s) ⭑.ᐟ phainon x gn!reader themes ⭑.ᐟ fluff, nsfw cw ⭑.ᐟ mentions of oral, mentions of cum, modern snacks in hsr lmao, minimally implied that reader is a chyrsos heir a/n ⭑.ᐟ i tried my best to proofread and keep the reader gender neutral. i also got lazy during the nsfw part lol

word count ⭑.ᐟ 853

── .✦ PHAINON | SFW

ִ ࣪𖤐 This guy’s love language towards you? Phainon is generally a well-rounded partner. He does anything, but hands down, he loves physical touch and gift-giving the most. He doesn't JUST express his love, but also delivers.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Having his hands be able to hold you and feel every part of you brings him comfort in knowing you’re safe and not going anywhere. He also loves to give you small snacks every time he passes by your office door, occasionally dropping off Fruit Roll-ups and Gushers.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He gets promise rings with both your birthstones as the gemstones in the intricate silver pieces that wraps around both your ring fingers on your right hand. He strictly tells you not to wear it on your left ring finger because the engagement ring will be 10x as better and prettier than your promise ring.

ִ ࣪𖤐 When he’s out to battle against the Black Tide, he loops the ring around a string and wears it as a necklace because his hand is more prone to being injured and the ring has potential risks of breaking from friction and sweat. (And also because wearing it as a necklace keeps it closer to his heart.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Not only that!! He kisses the ring before entering the battlefield as a silent prayer that he’ll come home, scathed or unscathed. He doesn’t care—he just wants to return home, to you.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He'll order takeout on nights that are harder than usual for you. Yes, Alfredo is good, but having it consecutively for 7 nights in a row is overkill, even for him. It's the only thing he can successfully make without killing both your taste buds.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Secretively, even though he's aware baking and cooking are different, he'll ask Mydei to teach him how to bake for you. He silently envies the way Mydei can make goodies that look straight out of bakeries. He sees the way you always drool over desserts displayed at windows and hopes he can make the cat shaped cupcakes you swoon over!

ִ ࣪𖤐 He. Is. A. Sucker. For. PDA.

ִ ࣪𖤐 If you guys are out running errands around the Holy City, he’ll just hold you by your waist and rest his head on your shoulder while you make small talk with the merchants about purchases. And it’s no surprise that when the trip is longer than expected and you’ve shown him less affection than he’d like, he'll start pressing gentle kisses on your shoulder and nape while swaying impatiently.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Then, when little kids stride by and point to you guys to their moms and ask, “What are they doing?” there’s an evident hue of red appearing on both your cheeks, but Phainon remains stubborn and refuses to let go with a small awkward grin towards the curious children.

ִ ࣪𖤐 When you scold him and dim down the PDA to just hand-holding, he sulks like a kicked puppy with a small frown tangled with a pout and stands idly beside you. His hands are occupied and full of grocery bags, knowing full well he won’t be able to hold your hand at all.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Phainon loves pushing you out of your comfort zone. He'll push you to comfort crying kids in the bustling streets of Okhema, he'll push you to dance with him at celebrations, etc. And when you recoil and tell him, "I'll embarrass myself," he tells you stupid cheesy motivation quotes like: "Day one? Or one day?", "Not taking that risk is a risk," "Don't fear failure, fear not trying," etc. LOL

ִ ࣪𖤐 You play a major role in his life, and he makes it extremely prominent. Like, actually, and it’s sickening. He’ll ask Tribbie to make cute emojis of you so he can spam them to you, he’ll tell Mydei about your talks and dates, and he’ll tell Aglaea, “Well, what would [name] say about this?” with a crossed arm and hand on his chin when it comes to big decisions regarding the Flame-Chase journey.

── .✦ PHAINON | NSFW

ִ ࣪𖤐 This man in bed? GOD, he fucking worships you. He loves to hear your whimpers, grunts, and moans. On top of that, he just loves seeing you squirm away.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He LOVES to give oral more than receiving it. Don’t get him wrong, it’s fucking heavenly when your pretty lips are wrapped around him, but feeling you buck away from overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you makes it so much better.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He’s big into lingerie. Especially white lingerie with stocking garters. First time he saw you in white lacy lingerie with stocking garters he nearly cummed in his pants.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Something about seeing you covered in his loads of white is just so attractive to him. It awakens something feral and primal inside him that even he can’t understand or explain to you.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He doesn’t strike me as someone whose go-to is doggy, cowgirl, etc. (unless he’s jealous) he strikes me as someone who loves the legs-on-shoulder position. It just lets him settle and bury himself so deep inside you.

[mimie-and-the-visions]

FIRST PROPPER POST! NOT SCARED AT ALL :DD

HSR - Holding hands

Argenti, Aventurine, Luka, Ratio, Robin and Ruan mei.

🌹Argenti

The knight is not at all afraid to reach for your hand, and will even do it subcontiously while looking at something else entirely. In his search for your hand he would notice you having wandered off, and after finding you again he insists on holding hands more often so you wont stray too far from him.

His hands are very warm, if hes not wearing his gauntlets. He would most likely take off one of them beforehand though, so he could feel your hand in his propperly. Its quite cute seeing him take it off, knowing hes anticipating it. He has quite a few scars on his calloused hands from training, and as your thumb brushes over them he cant help but feel a bit warm and flustered.

Is the type if guy to offer his hand when you walk down stairs, or out of a car, but then simply "forgets" to let go.

♠️Aventurine

Another guy who will "forget" to let go of your hand if hes being polite and helping you, only difference is.. hes using it as an excuse since hes actually a bit nervous to simply reach out. He might be quite open and playfull about physicall affection, but something as soft and close as holding hands allways made him act wierdly fidgety.

He may hesitate to reach out, but once he has your hand hes not letting the thing go at all. He would make a detour in your route, walk the longer path, or simply talk a little longer so he wouldnt have to let go.

His hands are actually quite soft, and you can lightly fidget with his rings while linked together. Hes the type if guy to intertwine your fingers, brushing his thumb over yours. His hand holds onto yours while plays, while the other struggles to hold his cards and dice, afterall.. he needs to hold onto his "lucky charm" if hes going to win.

💥Luka

Insists on holding hands with his left arm, the weather in Belobog makes his allready quite cold metal hand difficult to hold. He tends to walk on your right side because if this, secretly hoping you will grab his hand, but... he gets impatient within 10 seconds and does it himself. You can reach for his mechanical hand if youre indoors, and hes not worried about freezing you anymore, but he likes it better when he can feel your touch as well...

Hes another one who holds hands in order to stick together, but with Luka its more so that HE wont wander off. If you didnt hold his hand all the time you would need one of those child leash backpacks honestly... the guy will enthusiastically wander off at the sight of anything mildly interresting.

His hand is very warm, and with a few scars from both fighting and tinkering with metal things. He ABSOLUTELY would swing your arm back and forth with his while walking, and has a cute habit if bringing it up to kiss your hand before letting it go.

📘Ratio

His hands are usually quite busy, either with his sculptures, his pen, his books, his students assignments as he grades them... but its actually this that makes him place his hand in yours. After days in and days out of writing, sculpting and generally clenching his hands out of stress, he gets cramps in his hands.

Soft quiet moments are spent between you two as you basically massage his hands. The few breaks he takes from his work is allways spent by your side, and allthough he refuses to admit it... his love for the attention and touch is given away by a faint blush.

Sweetly enough, if you have a similar hobby or work that requires your hands, he returns the favour. And even if you dont use your hands at all, he would still do it. His strong hands are usually cold, but allways so gentle in how they hold and work on yours.. as though you were one of his precious sculptures.

🎵Robin

Her hands are the softest ever, and shes so sweet about asking to hold yours too. She will grab your hand any chance she gets, finding it grounding and comforting to have something to hold, even more so if its you shes holding. If not your hand, shes fidgeting with her bracelets and gloves.

She first held your hand while showing you around Penacony, leading you from place to place. But no matter the sights around you, you couldnt pull your focus away from the soft and flustering hold she had on your hand.

She has her nails painted more often than not, and would love to paint yours too. Definetly not an excuse to hold your hand... definetly...

🧬Ruan mei

Another person whos work demands her hands constantly. Writing, measuring, steadily and carefully conducting her experiments. She doesnt get cramps in her hands, but that doesnt mean she says no to you massaging her hands for her.

Shes steady and meticulous with her work, something that carries over with how she handles you. With how cold they are as well, you might mistake her hands for the metal tools in her lab. She intertwines her fingers with yours as you walk around the space station. Her neatly kept and pointy nails lightly brush over your skin absentmindedly as she reads over her research.

She admittedly cant hold your hands too much, as she would have to wash them again and again. Both keeping the chemicals away from you, as well as not contaminating her work. But when her job is over, her hands are all yours to hold and keep warm.

(I hope i did okay for my first x reader writing! ^^ )

[ladybyakuya]

seasonal heats cw :: → gn!reader, heat cycles, fluff, undertones of smut, fantasies & yearning, headcanon format; word count: 0.6k blog nav.

Feixiao is so touch starved yet she knows how to respect boundaries as well as how to gradually obliterate it. It isn't intentional rather you would be succumbed to it. You tuck her hair behind her ears and at the very next moment she is rubbing her cheeks against your palms. You offer her a bite from your plate and she does not take it with her hands but her mouth — fingers clamping around your wrist in a lithe grip as she googles up the bite you offered. If you try to pull away her knuckles tighten around your wrist only grows stronger. But all you have to do is to shoot her a soft smile saying, “It's okay. No need to rush. we're not in hurry. . .”

Feixiao loves spending her heat cycles with you— from pre-heat peak to post-heat droughts mostly because she loves the food you cook for her. Her tastes becomes different drastically during heats and it is so hard for her to monitor what to eat and what not to but the way you care for her, cook meals according to her tastes she does not want to leave you. She clings to you so badly that even if you offered to subside her heat away in other ways she would reject. Why you ask? because she loves laying her head on your lap, as you brush her hair telling her how everything is going to be okay, no one's going to take you away from her.

But there are times when she craves more of your tender touches; not just on her hair or cheeks but on her belly, breasts, skin, hands, legs— everywhere or any where really. She does not have any demand. She just wants your touch and it gets too hard for her heat to be at bay. But you do not know that — you will never know the pain she has to go through every heat cycle but she looks forward to the bath time she shares with you. That is the closest she gets of what she craves. Your hands over her back as you wash her back, the soft giggles, the accidental touches that go too near her breasts and belly : it is all she can have from you.

And after that, comes the best part where she gets to share the same bathtub with you— the same water that soak you, is soaking her too. Sometimes she wonders if she can just lean against your face, to place a soft kiss over your lips when you are tipping your head backwards enjoying the bath. She wonders if you would kiss her back or swat her away or you could just push her head down in between your legs and she would comply without any sort of resistance, like a good pet the way you treat her, like a good pet hiding her true desires in disguise of pleasing her owner.

Feixiao summer routine during her heat cycle is still manageable without getting handsy with you but at the end of summer, when you and her cannot take frequent baths the heat cycles are out of bounds. Her kind does not hibernate so mating and raising offspring are how her people survive during winters however that is not the case with her. She doesn't want to raise children yet wants to find a mate. It is a conflicting train of thoughts that threatens to thrash away everything she and you have but would that really be wise put it at stake? She can't decide. So, for now all she can do is to compromise, wait and sneak as much affection as she can.

[aventurinesweetheart]

“open your mouth.”

character: aventurine my bbg genre: smut and fluff tbh summary: what it’s like to kiss/makeout w him <3 also features a nsft drabble at the end! warnings: afab reader (no prns used), kissing !!!! lots of kissing!, spit!! lol if yk me yk its gonna involve spit, uhm this actually does Not include oral despite the title aven js sweetly asks u to open ur mouth <3 so he can spit in it <3 if you dont like spit this fic isnt for you i promise a/n: i’M BAAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKK DID YOU MISS ME?!??1/!? bc i MISSED YALL // anyway im an hsr blog now :3 also this was meant to be my comeback post but i preferred messy eaters lol  // sorry ab the lazy ending i wanted to be done with this

     → kisses with aventurine can vary wildly depending on the day and the kind of mood he’s in: sometimes they’re fleeting pecks, meant to tease you and trick you into asking for something more, other times, they’re lingering and he can’t help but pull you closer. but why, cali? bc YOU are his biggest gamble of all, silly goose! you could decide to leave him any minute of any day, and yet….. you stick around. that’s something aventurine just simply could not wrap his head around..

     → despite all the luck he was “blessed” with, he sometimes cannot fathom you staying for any reason other than his wealth or good luck, which certainly led to a few fights in the earlier days, but with time, kakavasha slowly came to understand your feelings and actually began to open his heart to you

     → and once he does? kissing became something much more than something to satiate you—no, he grew to genuinely enjoy it! immensely, actually.. there was just something so vulnerable about kissing someone you really cared about…… and aventurine showing vulnerability? god fuckin damn you must really have him whipped.. even if he’s still snarky and a little deceitful with you sometimes — mostly for your own safety (fuckin ipc shit..)

     → anyway, back on track

     → while he wasn’t necessarily too big on kissing before meeting you, he wasn’t exactly opposed to it. sometimes, one must engage in certain actions to get a particular desired result. aventurine is good at keeping everyone an arm’s length away, so kissing and sex quickly became something highly impersonal to him, something to not think twice about

     → but.. after meeting you, and letting his heart thaw a bit, he suddenly found himself, not nervous, per se, but….. well, maybe a little jittery about the idea of being actually intimate with someone…. it’s just so scary and easy to get hurt! but.. if you really think about it… isn’t love a bit of a gamble too? so what’s to be anxious about! if you’re gambling, then more often than not, you’re winning (at least in his case), and if you’re winning, then do you really stand a chance at getting hurt?

     → he quickly grows addicted, though — to both the feeling of your lips against his, but also the warmth you emanate!! you’re just.. so kind?? in the sense of being understanding towards why he is the way he is and always being a steady shoulder for him to lean on (which is part of the reason he fell for you… you were a constant in his ever changing life, something extraordinarily rare) — more so, you can match his wit and sense of humor!! also something he isn’t exactly used to

     → now, aventurine loves kissing You specifically. he likes seeing all your reactions to the various places he can kiss you — speaking of, some of his favorite places to kiss you are the nape of your neck, your inner thighs, your throat, and, of course, your lips!! as much as he loved kissing you all over, there was just something about the exchange of spit that he couldn’t get enough of!

     → now, while aventurine is usually a more put together, suave, well technique’d kisser, he absolutely LOVOOVEESSSSS kissing you messy style — you’ll have to excuse him, really, because it’s not his fault! he just loves getting to be raw with you, truthful, honest, something he doesn’t get to be often due to his line of work and the inherent dangers that come with it..

     → he loves to suck on your tongue and nibble on your lower lip—and, how could I possibly forget. my favorite thing. SPIT 🗣️‼️

     → now, initially . he wasn’t like. one to actually spit in your mouth, more like just being really into drool and having you drool into his mouth (he actually really likes when you spit in his mouth i’m ngl) but eventually comes to realize you may be just as into it as he is? (if you’re a real one anyway) and so .. actually here’s a little drabble for the rest of your time :3

     “aven,” you mumble against his plump lips and you can feel him smirk into the kiss. right now, you were straddling his thigh, humping it like a bitch in heat—too horny for your own good as you—while he sits on the couch, hands guiding your hips as your boyfriend continues to kiss you until you have to physically push at his chest to pull away for air. 

     “open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” he whispers, one hand coming up to gently grip your cheeks, and you nod before complying with his quiet request, not thinking twice about the reason.

     gathering the excess drool in his mouth—which wasn’t very hard, mind you—he spits onto your tongue with practiced aim, before telling you to swallow it. you do, of course, gratefully, and you rut your hips against his tensed thigh as he starts to bounce it up and down for your sake. 

     “good—s’good,” he praises you absentmindedly, patting your cheek before planting his hand back on your hip so he could help you grind against him, knowing just how desperate you were. 

     his grip on your hips is tight, and your panties are soaked through. while you had discarded your pants and shirt (and bra, if you wear one), you were still in your underwear and somehow you still felt too hot right now.

     leaning back in for another kiss, aventurine pulls away as you move closer, causing you to whine audibly and making him chuckle.

     “something the matter, baby?” he coos at you, wanting to kiss you back just as bad.. he just couldn’t help but tease you sometimes (often)!

     “don’t be a dick!” you huff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in closer.

     “my, oh my, someone’s rather needy,” he taunts you, pulling you forward by your hips, sliding your thinly clothed cunt over his thigh. …hey! how come he was still fully clothed?! that’s not very fair in your opinion!!! 

     “‘m not needy,” you correct him, pursing your lips. “‘m just–!” you can’t help but growl in frustration, unable to get off on this alone. “lemme ride you!” you change directions quickly, perhaps giving in to the needy allegations. whatever. it would be worth it so long as you got what you wanted.

     “is that how we ask for things we want?” he chides, tsk’ing lightly. “try again,” he tells you, willing to give you what you want. he was awfully hard, after all—he’d been neglecting the noticeable tent in his pants, and the wet spot that had gradually formed from how much pre-cum had leaked out. ..poor guy, he really did need to get his dick wet.

     “please!” you cry out shamelessly, looking at him with teary eyes. you were so horny you couldn’t stand it and you needed him in you Now. !!

     “that’s much better,” he says, moving his hands from your hips to his pants so he could actually unbutton them to give you what you want. 

     telling you to stand up, you do with shaky legs, and he’s quick to tug both his pants and boxers down in one swift movement and kicks them off before inviting you back onto his lap. 

     you do so eagerly, but not before dropping your panties to the floor, and you waste no time in lining his dick up with your dripping slit as you slowly sink onto his flushed cock with a soft moan.

HSR m.list

[nanaqinli]

Hiii!!

Love your work!! If you’re available, could you please write hc’s of Jing Yuan, Natasha, Kafka, Boothill, Jiaoqiu (OOC is fine!!), Sampo, Gallagher, March 7th, and/or Serval with a reader with low blood sugar? Huge self-indulgent comfort ask, but it might resonate with a lot of other people!

My DM’s are open if you ever would like to learn some major symptoms of blood sugar drops. You absolutely do not have to do all of these characters, just giving you some ideas! Have a wonderful day/night!! ☺️💕

Synopsis: headcanons of the hsr character and reader with a low blood sugar.

Includes: Boothill, Jiaoqiu (might be ooc), Jing yuan, Gallagher, and March 7th.

Notes: i didn't add all of them because i usually write up to 5 characters or so (gonna create my rules sometime this week). But thank you for the request, lovey! I had so much fun writing this, i love writing and exploring new things :) i hope it was to your expectations, and sorry if the symptoms were inaccurate (google was my help i was too shy to dm.)

↳ BOOTHILL.

—we all should agree that this man is a caring lover, although i see him as the type to forget that you're not like him. You're not metal and scraps like him, and that you're a human being who needs a lil extra care.

—he doesn't think much of it when you first tell him that you tend to have low blood sugar, he even asks random strangers at bars he goes to about this sickness.

Boothill loves all types of fun to do with you, and tonight, you suggested you both dance.

Seeing the hint of a smile gracing your lips when you try hiding it by pressing your face on shoulder, Boothill grins. And he makes no attempt to hide his delight, he tightens his grip on your frame, holding you carefully but firmly against his chest.

"Well now, ain't I a lucky devil," he drawls, the evident sarcasm was in his tone, "Looks like I'm gettin' the chance to dance with a lovely person who shares my love for tryin' new things. I must be doin' somethin' right."

Silly, you think. "You were simply just you. And i love being with you."

Boothill grins, his eyes softening at the edges as he gazes down at you.

"Well now, ain't that a sweet thing to say," he replies, his voice gruff yet affectionate. "I ain't used to hearin' such sweet talk, to be honest." He pauses for a beat, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

"But hearin' it from you, it's nice," he continued before pulling you a bit closer against him.

You laugh along with him, bringing your hand to brush your fingertips along his hair, your other hand over the metallic surface of his chest before you slow your movements, you feel dizzy. No, it's not from how much you both were spinning, you both were going slow and careful.

It doesn't go unnoticed by him with the shift in your demeanor, a subtle change in your movements that indicates something is amiss.

"You okay there, darlin'?" he asks, his brow furrowing as he looks down at you. He can feel something amiss with you physically.

"Lightheaded." You mumble, holding onto him. "You... You have uhm.. anything sweet i can take?" He gives you a nod, "Reach into my pocket, I'm sure there's a candy sitting there," he explains, guiding your hand to his pocket, taking it calmly.

You give him a small smile when you reach for his side pocket to grab the singular wrapped candy.

Your fingers fumbles with the wrapper before you pop it in your mouth, sucking on the strawberry flavoured candy while resting your cheek on his shoulder.

"Doin' a little better there?"

"Yeah, thanks my hero."

"Don't you go gettin' all sweet on me now," he mutters with that of gruffness, though he smiles. "You're the one who's supposed to keep me from goin' all soft."

↳ GALLAGHER.

—Oh he's ready 24/7 whenever the situation calls for it. He takes this very seriously and will make sure no funny jokes were made about it, because they're certainly not funny to him and he will kick ass if anyone makes it harder on you than it should be.

What a sight for sore eyes. Truly. And no, he's not talking about the view, he's glancing back at you where you sat while looking up at the skies, your head titled as if you're so immersed.

"Anything on your mind?" He was the first to speak as he approaches you, "A lot of things.. clouding my head." You half shrug, watching him as he takes a seat next to you with a can of some carbonated drink on his side, and you hear the slight hiss of it when he open it with his finger. The carbonated drink fizzes a little between his finger and thumb as he pops the tab open, taking a small sip from it before turning his attention back to you.

His crimson eyes were on the direction you were trying to look at but he can't find what's so interesting about tonight's sky.

“I'm willing to stay here all night and listen.” He reassures you.

"Mhm," you stare blankly ahead now, almost zoning out, and you don't notice how sweaty you're starting to feel, or how your heart starts racing.

Gallagher's eyes narrow as he notices your almost zombie like look of a thousand yard stare. The way you look unmoving and not even acknowledging him.

He doesn't say anything and just hands you his drink, gently tapping the can on your arm to bring back your attention. You don't hesitate to grab it, taking small fast sips.

"Careful," he helps you straighten your back, drinking while slouching isn't exactly good.

You sigh when you hold the can with both hands now, letting it rest on your lap, "Thank you—"

"When was the last time you ate today?" He gently cuts you off.

"Earlier."

“And can you confirm that ‘earlier’ wasn’t hours ago?” He asked, his voice now firm but he tries to stay calm.

"I'm sleepy." You brush his question off instead, looking at him while blinking slowly as you lean to rest your head on the side of his shoulder. Gallagher watches you, letting out a soft scoff at how you tried to change the subject. He knew he wasn’t going to get an answer from you, but he also wasn’t going to let you just avoid the problem either.

"We're having dinner after your little nap, deal?"

↳ MARCH 7TH.

—March.. panics when she finds out for the first time. She asks you if you were okay, if you wanted anything, even when you try to reassure her that you felt fine at times, she wouldn't be convinced until you stay under her watch. She bugs Dan Heng to tell her all the possible symptoms so she wouldn't panic more than she should.

Today, you were March's model for photography, well you always are her model because she says you're the best fit for it.

She lets you try out fun clothes and you shyly and awkwardly try to pose in front of the camera at first, but then you immediately gain the confidence after a few more clicks. Smiling and posing while trying out all the fun combinations of colours and clothes.

She looked at you, wearing clothes she had picked out for you. You looked absolutely beautiful.

The enthusiastic girl was blushing a lot as she kept taking pictures of you, giggling behind the camera even.

"March, mind if i sit down for a bit?" You hated to stop her from her enthusiasm, but you feel lightheaded almost. And you were sure it's not from the flashes.

March immediately stopped taking photos and set her camera down when you asked.

She placed a gentle hand onto your forehead, seeing if you had a fever first. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No, don't panic. I just feel lightheaded. Do you have anything sweet i can take?"

Okay, she is prepared for this, "You're low on blood sugar, are you?" She asked, concerned. March then grabbed a small candy—a lollipop, to be exact—from the camera case and offered it out to you.

"And you came prepared." You try teasing, and she nodded with a light laugh. It was a nice-looking sweet lemon-flavored lolliop.

"I carry them with me just in case!" She replied, You both sit down together, she takes out another lollipop for herself so you wouldn't feel left out.

"We can take pictures while eating these lollipops."

March nodded in agreement with your idea, she was happy that you even said that, it meant taking pictures together for an hour now wasn't boring you out.

Then, she pulled out her camera again, a grin forming on her face, "That's a good idea! Alright, on the count of three—" she pulls the lollipop out, posing as if kissing the candy while you smile widely as the camera clicks on both of you.

↳ JIAOQIU.

—sooo, he's a healer. Then that means we all can agree that he's the attentive lover, and strictly cares about your health and diet, but i feel like he'd be playful about it at times.

You don't remember sleeping for so long when you woke up rather confused, shuffling around the blankets and sitting up on the bed while rubbing your head.

Your fault for skipping breakfast and going straight into your work or chores for today.

You fail to notice at first the pink haired figure next to you, sitting beside the bed so silently that it makes you gasp when you turn around to see him.

He was holding a spoonful of some red liquid that you're sure is spicy concoction. He looks at you expectantly, a hint of mischief behind his closed eyes.

“Say ahh,” he says quietly, enjoying the moment. But you almost try not to laugh.

"What happened exactly?" You ask him, refusing to still take that.. extremely dark red soup. It was so dark you can almost smell the spice in the air.

"Someone forgot to eat their meal i prepared earlier," he hums, still trying to pry his spoon closer to your lips, "so i had to find myself misfortune in the of finding you almost unconscious. You're lucky i was carrying some sweet herbs with me." And you frown at his next words, you want to apologize for how he must've been worried.

As if sensing your next words, he smiles, "none of that. Now, open up." He offers you the spoonful again but you pull your face away.

"Are you sure you're not trying to kill me next?"

Jiaoqiu pretends to pout. His fox ears prick and he gives you a slight pout, "You're so dramatic," he says, his tail flicking with amusement. He holds up the spoon again, still waiting for you to open your mouth.

"My soup will fix your blood sugar. Trust me, it's a secret recipe," Jiaoqiu says with a sly smirk.

"What if it tastes bad?" You regret the words leaving your mouth, because he opens his eyes and stares at you with an almost hurt expression. You take the spoonful in your mouth without another complaint, and he hums in approval while closing back his eyes.

The flavours almost explode in your mouth, it.. wasn't spicy at all. It was rather sweet and savoury.

"You tricked me, it's not spicy at all."

"I never said it was spicy, though." He tilts his head, feigning innocence and confusion.

Despite his antics, you instantly feel better, although he doesn't allow you to feed yourself, he'll do it for you.

↳ JING YUAN.

—This man would spoil you rotten. You're feeling unwell? He would love to take the day off and just look after you, although there is a doctor on the side in case anything gets serious. You're simply tired not because of your low sugar levels, but just because you were? He would gladly invite you in his arms or simply sit next to you while you both chat nonstop about eachother's days if that's what will make you feel better.

You were panting when you decided to train alone in the training grounds, Yanqing offered to train with you but you insisted that you needed that full concentration.

After a while, you do feel exhausted and worn out. The spear dropping from your hands as you bend a bit to rest your hands on your knees to catch some breath.

"Now, now, if you want to get stronger, you'll also need a break." Jing Yuan's call for you is what makes you huff out a chuckle. In his hands is what looked to be a bowl of fruits with a water bottle on the other.

"i wanted to build some muscle." You tell him when he gives you that look whenever you start training alone. It's not that he's against your wishes of wanting to be stronger for your own good, but he wishes Yanqing was atleast there to watch you.

"And, I'm not a baby." You roll your eyes playfully and he lets out a deep laugh. "Eat up." You take the orange first, but he was quick to take it from your hands to peel it for you, so you take the grape instead.

You as well take the bottle, gulping down almost the whole thing. Water has never tasted this good.

"You're not a baby, but you drool like one." You almost glare at his words and he only grins while wiping the excess water and fruit juice off the corner of your lips with his thumb. "That was mean, General." You raise both of your eyebrows at him, he only pats your head back, pulling you in with his arm to just hold you.

"when the time comes, you'll be strong enough to protect me."

[mistyfiedthing]

Aglaea dating Hcs. . .

Algaea x fem!reader

Content Warnings; fluff, a liiittle angst in the end :3 , reader is described as afab , agy is soft , I love agy . . . yuri . . .

A/N; sorry for not posting for a while.. ive been going through writers block T-T.. anyways yuriiii yaayaayaayayy :3

✿ Aglaea who is romantic at heart, despite her

struggles with her humanity and understanding

them ever since obtaining the divine authority of

Minestia, even though, she is still the Chrysos heir

of Romance . . .

✿ Aglaea who makes you the most fabulous

garments her hands can craft, the difference from

them and from the ones she once sold in her store

was she gave you the ones she crafted with her

love, dresses , skirts , tops everything you could

dream of, Aglaea has it made with the most

expensive material she can get her hands on. . .

✿ Aglaea who lets you go in and out of the hero's

bath as you wish, but only if she bathes with you ~

she loves letting her guard down around you and

relax, since the hero's bath is really the only place

she can do that. . .

✿ Algaea who loves dancing with you , no need for

music she'll hum a sweet tune and glide with you

across the floors of the empty halls , you are her

favorite and only dance partner .

✿ Algaea who calls you 'my darling' and 'my

princess' , and she isn't shy about it, her hands

always on you when ever she gets the chance,

around your waist, on your shoulder, around your

arm . Everyone in Okhema knows you as 'Lady

Goldweaver's beloved' .

✿ Algaea who fears your death, since you aren't one

with golden blood nor given the right to possess a

coreflame , you age and soon will die . She plans to

turn you into one of her loyal GarmentMaker's , yet

without that blind loyalty and emotionless acts the

others have. . . Yet she hasn't told you, and she

never will until the time is right. Despite being the

most selfless Chrysos Heir . . . when it comes to you

she is the most selfish woman in Amphoreus . . .