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flyingwargle · 7 months

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flufftober day 29: "hey, wake up!" / "oh, no, you're a morning person!" / bronseele

someone prods her shoulder. “seele, wake up.”

it’s enough to stir her from her slumber, but she’s stubborn and wants to hold onto the bed’s comfort and blanket’s warmth. when someone nudges her again, she snuggles deeper beneath her cocoon, in an attempt to melt into the mattress. “five more minutes…”

“you’ve been saying that for the last ten minutes. i’ve already gotten dressed.”

“mm…good for you…”

there’s a slight pause, then a sigh. “seele. we still have duties to attend to.”

that makes her roll over and open a bleary eye at bronya – or what she thinks is bronya. it’s hard to tell, with the dim lighting. “what time is it?” seele mumbles.

“just after dawn. six o’clock, i believe?”

seele stares, drowsy mind slow to process the answer. “what?”

“it’s passed dawn,” bronya repeats. “that means it’s time to wake up and start the day.” she moves out of view, and a splash of light draws seele’s attention. bronya has pulled the curtain aside to reveal a darkened administrative district. “don’t you see the light on the horizon?”

she doesn’t look, incredulous gaze focused on her. “how many hours of sleep did you get?”

“how is that relevant?”

“we were up passed midnight. aren’t you tired?”

bronya frowns. “tired or not, i still have my duties. don’t you have a similar routine in the underworld?”

“yeah, but it doesn’t start at six.”

“last i heard, the miners start work at five.”

seele shrugs. “no one causes trouble until morning coffee at ten.” or maybe that’s because it’s when she’s up and about, and no one would dare mess with her. delusional, oleg’s exasperated mutter echoes in her ear. “what’s there to do so early in the morning, anyway?”

“plenty. soldiers are briefed on the day’s tasks, meet with their patrols, discuss assignments…”

“cool. that has nothing to do with me. i’m going back to sleep.”

“seele.” her name is soft with bronya’s gentle lilt. “being a morning person has its advantages. don’t you want to see how belobog is like in the early morning?”

does it matter? she wants to comment, but refrains. the underworld never sees day or night, stuck beneath an eternity of artificial lights. she had only heard of sunlight from word of mouth, hadn’t experienced it until the entrance was unsealed. is it anything impressive? not really, but clearly, bronya thinks so. “fine. but you better let me take a nap later.”

they walk through qilpoth fort to the mess hall, guided by the scent of eggs, toast, and coffee. already, the benches are filled with soldiers, and when a captain spots them, he shouts a command for the men to greet and bow before their supreme guardian. seele jumps at the unison of stomping feet; bronya is unfazed.

it’s interesting to watch the inner workings of the military. seele sits with her heaping plate of hot food and cup of coffee as bronya visits each table to greet her subordinates. though they’re all similarly dressed, she greets them by name and a smile – certainly a quality that comes from her level of authority.

soon, the men are deployed to their assigned stations. bronya and seele step into the cold after them, frozen breaths billowing. the horizon is lit up with new light, reflecting off the clouded sky. light snow falls upon the deserted plaza, over the shuttered storefronts, and empty benches. darkness still clings onto the world, but it won’t be long before morning comes.

bronya murmurs a prayer beside her. “in the name of the preservation, i resolve to protect belobog for another day toward the future.”

“what’s all that about?” seele inquires.

“it’s a vow. from the moment the day starts to when it ends, we will work to make our home a better place, so it can preserve into the future.” she lifts her head, eyes clear, but it’s thanks to the morning’s glow that seele sees the shadows that haunt her eyes, the tiredness that laces her stance.

“i think you’re going to fall faster than belobog, at this point.” seele offers her a hand. “tell you what – let’s go on a patrol, and then we’ll come back for a nap. i don’t care if you’re a morning person or have work to do, but if you don’t have enough rest, you’re going to fall. sounds fair?”

bronya stares at her for a moment but eventually fits her hand in hers. “all right. perhaps, afterwards, you can show me what your routine is like in the underworld?”

“of course, but only after a nap.”

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littlerachelawrites · 2 years

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Warning: angst | a little ooc (?) | reader is herrscher | reader's death

Both conquered powers clashed against themselves in full force and theirs glory. Smudges of their potency cut night sky with angry and fervor of fight, which warmed up to the highest, fire level.

He tried everything to defeat you without hurt. He tried speak to your conscience and your human ego. But it was only tilting at windmills. Your angry – or angry of this something – for humanity only grown up, you even refused to call you as human.

He really tried help you with control your herrscher identity, but his efforts wasn't enough. He didn't want fight with you. He already couldn't look at your eyes...

Your eyes, once full of warm and happiness, was fully of hate and clear willingness destroy everything, what's related with humans and humanity.

And he couldn't allow this to happen.

— I give you last chance... — he wanted to his voice sound powerfull and threateningly, but your reaction for his words was only insanly laugh.

— Chance!? — you asked him with irony. — Is humanity gave me this chance when their could!? No! So you don't bluff my eyes your „chance”, Welt of Humanity!

I love you...

He created thousands launchers, which was leaded towards to you. Your gaze became a little bit nervous and you tried use your powers to block this missiles. But it was pointless compared with Power of Reason.

...but I must use my the most powerfull resourcess. You don't give me a choice...

Finally, when missiles stopped shots to you your flabbily and weak body has fallen from heights and with loud bang landed to ground. Welt approached to you and you looked at him with horror in your eyes and fear that he'll delived this final blow, but it never didn't happen.

After a few moments staring to your dying silhouette, he knelt down next to your body and grabbing your hand, he started cry with guilty in his voice saying:

— I'm sorry... — he sobbed, and tears running down his cheeks. — I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I don't save you before this madness... I...

— Welt... no... Joahim... — you interrupted him with serious, but at the same time weak voice. He looked at your face with shock and disbelief. — I was weak... please... accept my apologise... and safe humanity... I was blinded by hate and... despite my promises... I wasn't... enough strong... to do this...

Welt stopped your tiring speech kissing. Suddenly your lips became cold and he stopped this. Tears still dripped from his cheeks and chin, but with bigger quantity.

Welt of Humanity...

Your mocking words still bounded walls of his mind.

Protector of Humanity...

And he couldn't save this human, who's he loved the most...

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anantaru · 2 months

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HSR + HOT THINGS HE DOES WHILE DOING IT

— ꒰ including ꒱ — aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, boothill x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, dom hsr characters, oral (fem! receiving) & fingering, established relationship, hitting it raw, dirty talk, tit play + biting & marking, prone bone ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ

— ꒰ AVENTURINE ꒱ + shamelessly moans into your ears

his moans have that kind of power that attack you with the lightest bit of touch but rumble inside your nerves with an utmost generosity that continued to burn an everlasting need into the rigid twist of your belly. he flips you over to your stomach and kneads the handful of flesh on your ass, greedily as his hands retreat— now, he uses his hand to keep your hips sealed against his aching half, while the other was positioned next to your head to refrain his weight from leaning and crushing against you.

aventurine's mouth was hot against your ear, too hot, in fact, that your body manifests swells of electric jumps on your limbs and muscles, your blood thrumming as you're audibly hissing out petulant sobs through your slacked jaw.

"tell me how it feels, yeah?" he sighs between gritted teeth, savoring the anticipation as his eyes squeeze shut, hips aligned and drawing his oozy tip against your entrance before pressing into your hole.

"ugh, fuck—" he grunts, "you'll mess me up today, hm?" as he moans deeply into your ear, so grateful to you as you shakily exhale through your mouth, your hole melting around his thick shaft before he inches further through your plushy walls.

aventurine was unashamed of gasping out those lecherous noises for you, brazen to the point where he's telling you how you feel as you squeeze him and cloud his mind with your milking compression indulging in him, "aah— you feel so nice, so soft, i'm losing my mind," he cheekily laughs between his whines, feeling elevated.

he kisses your neck as you sob, your walls feeling all of him inside as you exhale between a shaken embrace— but it's telling how much it turned you on when your boyfriend was this vocal with the pleasure you caused on him, his tongue darting across your neck before he loudly groans into the skin, your hole tensing and letting go, tensing and letting go, adding pressure again.

your eyes roll back as he grinds himself in you, always holding against your ass to fondle with the skin as he repeatedly pressures and pulls his cock through your creamy hole, entering all his inches inside an eager cuddle.

the sensation of having him claim your body in such way made your stomach do flips and tumbles, and the hums into your ear only multiplied the ways you responded to him with fizzy tears pulling at your lashes. right there, aventurine spills his brazen moans right against your ear, shamelessly between affectionate words of love, sending your inmost nerves into hard overdrive.

— ꒰ DR RATIO ꒱ + pulls your face to him before you climax

before he advances forward to his original plan, veritas will make you feel like you're mounting off pleasure and ah, your silhouette was charming to look at, no? you're so sweet when you hide your face from him. yet he doesn't understand why you're so embarrassed to show your flustered state? regardless, he loves when you do that, hiding the real taste, doesn't matter if he's suckling on your clit or watching how you suck him off, you're always warding off his enticing gaze.

the tantalizing signs of your embarrassment were enough for dr ratio to focus on all the different regions of your body— not only that, but he inspects your breathing and how it shudders through you, not to mention how it hitches when he grinds into your cunt.

with that, he can determine that you prefer it faster, although mixed in with a couple slow grinds once he's sheathed himself fully inside. a combination of both can do a lot more, and channeling it into one was his speciality. you're making it just that easy for him.

you wonder why? well, it's because you make everything look so sexy that it's so easy to figure you out.

after finding the perfect tempo for the both of you, your warmth clamps around him before losing yourself in each precise, calculated push of his hips overloading from the feeling of being close to you, or ah, being one with you, correct? it's how you're throbbing and creaming his entire base full that he realizes you're right there, feeling an upcoming wave of pleasure making itself visible.

"i'm cumming, i'm, aah, fuck," you moan beneath his hypnotizing pair of eyes as his hips rush through you, spreading your poor, little cunt apart as your hole flexes around his shaft. veritas knew he had to be quick with it, so after hearing you sob and wince, he draws himself off your neck and cups your face roughly, casting his eyes on you.

the man was gorgeous and he knew it, much to your dismay— he could also be a total idiot about how annoyingly handsome he was and that he always knew how to use it to his benefit— although in this moment, his face was soused in his sweat, messed up around his forehead and covered with fizzling lust for you.

a strangled cry rips from your throat and vibrates through his eardrums as your body vividly shakes under him. you're whimpering at the embarrassment of having him look at you while he's forcing the eye contact with his hand bending around the softness of your cheek.

you had no idea how much of a difference it made to look at him and become so, vulnerable.

you squirm under his searing silhouette, crying out the most beautiful sounds as your sore hole twitching around the base, utterly spent as veritas only admires the glow in your eyes, nothing more and nothing else.

the two of you exhale shakily in your afterglow, wet skin clinging to the sheet and relishing in its dirtiness.

— ꒰ SUNDAY ꒱ + kisses your clit before going down on you

he holds himself back, he needs to, because fighting the urge to bury his face where you needed him the most was always worth it— before he latches on your clit, he uses his rough thumbs to push the plushy skin protecting your clit aside to plant his plump lips over it, ghosting his mouth on top as he's almost successful enough to distract you from two digits bumping against your weeping hole.

sunday adjusts his face on your pussy before planting a wet kiss on your clit, his lusting eyes turning dark in the dark light as he roams two fingers inside your cloying hole, "give it to me, i know you can do it," he takes each necessary step to make you arch your back and gush all over him— your bothered silhouette making his cock ache and balls throb in his boxers.

his digits ascend over the slopes of your velvet walls as he presses delirious sensations on your cunt before spitting on your pussy repeatedly, messily grinning against your folds when you wince to every single droplet of his saliva hitting your cunt.

what doesn't come as a surprise is that sunday likes being messy with it— he needs to feel the wetness, the sheer contact of a hot tongue on your throbbing skin that he asks himself, can you feel it too? oh silly, of course you can, there was no room for debate by how you're reacting to it.

he swallows your arousal pooling on his tongue as he laps at your clit while his fingers graze along the sponginess of your walls, your pussy holding and clenching around the two digits. your eyes were half lidded, almost closed, your body so responsive that your cunt pulses at nothing but the tip of his tongue nudging into your clit.

"so obedient you are, my dear," he rasps before your fingers slope around the loose strands of his hair to press him into your heat, your back arching and your cunt spasming as you ride his face.

sunday hums happily, satiated, "what a good girl you are," he praises you enlaced in a wanton voice, thrusting his fingers roughly as you cum inside a silent cry.

— ꒰ BOOTHILL ꒱ + teases you with his teeth

your saccharine alike face prompts a menacing grin from him as he settles you on his lap before tilting your head a little— his eyes drizzling into the space on your neck and how he could feel your heart beat from that precious spot. boothill tests the waters, his insatiable hunger for you being so painful as he sighs out excitedly. he grazes into your neck and drags the sharp edges through your sensitive skin— always holding you on his waist with one hand wrapped around while the other toyed with your soft tits.

boothill has everything under his control, okay? you needn't worry— in fact, he always tells you to not torment yourself when all you had to do was trust him with your pleasure.

a smile stretches across his face as he brazenly flattens his tongue against your neck, feeling your pulse thud on the wet muscle before squeezing your tits to mess up your focus. you cling to his strong shoulders as you arch your back when he rolls a nipple between his digits, "you like that, don't you?" he drawls, your moan bending when he pinches your tit again.

your eyes roll back, and ugh, it feels so good, his rough yet precise touches were capable to induce waves of sparks from your breasts to all the way down, hitting your aching pussy. you're humping against his thigh and drool, more so stain your panties with your slick. the swell of his bulge was heavily pressing against your clothed folds, and boothill knew it wouldn't take long until you'll beg him to fuck you.

alongside those mesmerizing touches that marked up your breasts, the man took his time and acted unhurriedly as he sucks on your neck, shielding his eyes as he dips his head right above your collarbones. your skin mists with drops of his saliva as you find his hair beneath your hands, tugging slightly at his strands.

boothill moans into your neck, the vibrations setting a fire on your wet core, "let me consume you..." you hear him murmur playfully, his sharp fangs tauntingly pressing into your neck as you arch your back, "pretty, mh, you're so good, so lovely, so pretty, and ugh," as he stammers, his tongue blazing wildly across the pulsing spot that he's bitten, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he calls your name.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #boothill x reader #aventurine x reader #Sunday x reader #dr ratio x reader #boothill smut #aventurine smut #dr ratio smut #sunday smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #Sunday x you #aventurine x you #dr ratio x you #boothill x you #hsr drabbles

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moonsaver · 4 days

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Sunday who wakes you up by fluttering his wings on your face, chuckling softly when you scrunch up your nose because it tickles.

Sunday who takes photos of you while you sleep, and shows them to you proudly. You can comment all you want about the drool and the hair wildly splayed on your face, but Sunday finds it endearing. He has a specific album comprising of your photos.

Sunday who leaves behind little notes with neat handwriting on surfaces for you to find as you get through your routine. He's not happy that he has to leave so much more earlier in the morning, so to make up for it he pens down little neat notes for you to keep. He's delightfully surprised when you tell him you have them in your drawer, stored safely.

Sunday who, when he sees you in public, has to hold back from kissing your forehead, from lovingly fixing your hair and clearing loose stands of hair from your face. He stays satisfied with handholding, at least.

Sunday, who when finally back in your arms, relaxes into you, burying his face at the junction of your neck. At your insistence, he's become more comfortable being the little spoon, and you won't admit how much you enjoy the extent of his clinginess he's trying to hold back.

Sunday, who, on the rare occasion gets to see you get ready, watches you mesmerized through your reflection in the mirror as you get ready, immediately at your beck and call when you ask for help, lovingly reaching down at you, eyes still fixed onto you as you continue.

Sunday, who comforts you after a particularly long or tiring day. He doesn't say anything unless you're starting a conversation. He rubs your shoulder, your face half buried in his. His wings gently lay on your eyes to soothe you. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, gently tucking you into bed.

Sunday, who loves hearing the sound of your laughter in the kitchen early morning – tired from sleep but excited to talk to him. He looks at you curiously when you hug him from behind, a sweet laugh leaving him at your little antics.

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albedov · 13 days

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'aven- please get off-'

you let out a sigh and tried to roll over, get away from your lover who you thought had placed his head on your chest and was now crushing it. however to no avail could you move as you now felt a weight on your arm. you tried muttering out a few words but your sleepiness prevented you from forming a coherent sentence.

you heard a low chuckle from the other side of the room 'that's not me dear'

you quickly snapped your eyes open just to be confronted with two pairs of yellow eyes staring right back at you. quickly you shot up in surprise but you realised they were the cat cakes and slowly sank back down into the mattress. aventurine smiled before he looked down at the third cat cake who had nudged his leg.

#↳✮『drabbles』✮#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail aventurine #aventurine x you #aventurine x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader

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aphroditesswan · 9 months

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Hi! I was wondering whether you could do hc’s on when hsr men and women react when they see a bulge (whether from their cocks or dildo’s) when their fucking you - G

intro: singularity

honkai star rail x afab fem reader

warning : smut, tummy bulge, nsft, rough sex, mating press, degrading, praise, full nelson, cowgirl, begging, body worship, mirror usage (?), size kink, breeding kink, marking, spanking, implied strap on use but never explicitly stated, breath play, i dunno what else ngl, might be ooc

summary : while the hsr characters are rearranging your insides, they notice themselves inside your guts. how do they react?

genre : smut

notes : can you tell i went SO HARD on the women’s.

Caelus

caelus threw his head back as he sank into you, his arms hooked around the back of your legs to spread them wide open for the mirror in front of you both, his hips bucking up to push himself further into you. he brought his gaze back, that the whole point of the mirror was to see your pretty face as he fucked you senseless. he moved in and out, his eyes moving around your body and almost completely tuning out your whines at his agonizingly slow pace. when he noticed the small bump in your stomach that disappeared when he pulled almost halfway out, he only got slower, wanting to see every second that his cock moved in and out of you and really, truly fucked you.

“just wait baby, please please please please… fuck you feel so nice around me.”

Stelle

her hands gripped your hips as she moved you up and down her length, her eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down with your breath along with each sudden buck of her hips she made up into you. when stelle’s gaze finally met the bulge in your stomach, she bucked her hips up harder than before to get a good look at the tent that appeared and disappeared with each thrust, causing a yelp to be let out of you. she put pressure on the bulge as she thrusted in as deeply as she could, a giddy smile on her face that complimented her dazed eyes that were focused on your stomach and tits that bounced with each thrust. she was completely and utterly memorized with how your body moved and reacted to everything she did, and she was only determined to keep seeing the reactions on that pretty face of yours.

“look at how nice i look in you, baby… you’re sooo gorgeous like this,,”

March 7th

her hands eagerly moved around you, touching, feeling, groping wherever they could as she thrusted in and out of you. march noticed the slight movement in your stomach when she moved her hands down to claw into your thighs, but she didn’t stop any of her thrust. she kept going just as she had before she noticed, one hand digging into your thigh while the other pushed down on your stomach as she giggled softly at the sight. she was quick to grab her camera though, snapping a picture on her blue camera of the bulge in your stomach appearing as she thrusted in and out of you, then one of your flushed out face, getting your pretty tits in both pictures.

“you’re so pretty for me, how could i resist?”

Dan Heng

his fingers were digging into the soft plush of your thighs when he noticed, slowing down his moments which was complete agony for you. dan heng quietly observed with his mouth slightly agape, just gazing at the small bulge in your stomach that could be seen as he thrusted in and out of you harshly. he kept his eyes focused on you and clear, his demeanor seemingly calm, but the very obvious blush on his face and the way he’s staring straight into the little area of your guts spoke otherwise. he’ll return to his fast pace in just a second, just let him admire you for a bit.

“oh… oh, wow…”

Kafka

she had already bent you like a pretzel, you wondered how she hadn’t seen the bulge in your stomach by now as she pressed her hips against yours countless times. kafka had your legs over her shoulders, a gold anklet with the letter ‘k’ on it for her swinging back and forth and dangling next to her ear for her to hear as she pushed in and out of you. her gaze finally shifting from your fucked out expression to trial down between your bouncing breast and while on her way to where your bodies connected, something catching her eye that made her look from your dripping cunt to right above, the small bump going in and out with each thrust. she moved a hand that gripped right above your knee and pressed you against her chest to push down on the bulge, feeling it move under her as the other hand squeezed your neck softly.

“you’re such a slut, y’know? felt that this whole time and didn’t even think to tell me.”

Himeko

she was so,so,so gentle with you. himeko was always taking her time to fully sink you done onto her length as she sat you flat on her lap. she ran her hands over your body, pressing and squeezing where she wanted but was still so gentle with you, letting you set the pace and believe you were in control and everything. she had her eyes focused on you, eye contact being something she valued when fucking you so nicely you saw white. her hands trailed down the sides of your stomach, whispering praises on how good you were for her, how she enjoyed every single second of you on top of her when her hands stopped, fingers grazing over the place where she felt a bit of movement. she caught on rather quickly, laughing under her breath to herself.

“my… how lewd, don’t you think?”

Blade

with your thighs pressed against his large chest, movement for you was almost impossible unless blade was manhandling you or you were rocking back and forth from his harsh thrust. his hands gripped bruises into your hips, groaning into your ear as he restricted some of your breathing with just pressing himself onto you, your knees pushing your tits together and your thighs against your stomach. he was laid on top of you but was somehow keeping his stance with how he thrusted in and out of you. he looked down to see where you two met, seeing the small bulge that popped out whenever he was balls deep in you. he chuckled lowly at the sight below him, smacking your thigh which earned a small yelp and a star seeing clench around his cock from you.

“pathetic, you’re so small i’m practically popping out of you. you can take it, can’t you?”

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suiana · 27 days

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✎ yandere! argenti headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, delusion, slight possessiveness?, kidnapping?? etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! character)

✎ yandere! argenti who met you once and instantly fell for you. his heart racing, cheeks flushed... why does he feel that way? ah! it must be because you're so beautiful that's why! what a majestic human being you are! pov you were ugly crying because you lost your 5050😜😂

✎ yandere! argenti who just follows you around now. yeah sure he needs to search for his aeon but surely this is more important right? like, his aeon would definitely want him to be with this beautiful and majestic human being! it's no biggie, he can just search for his aeon later. there's plenty of time.

✎ yandere! argenti who most definitely sees you as the most beautiful person in the whole universe. like it doesn't even matter if you believe it or not, he will and most definitely view you as some sort of deity because of your beauty. like, he's gonna be rizzing you 24/7 now. bro saw that damned house plant as beautiful you cant convince him otherwise💀

✎ yandere! argenti who might even start seeing you as his aeon of beauty?? it'll be even worse if you played into his silly talks about how he sees you as beautiful and whatnot. that'll backfire HORRIBLY on you dawg 💀💀

✎ yandere! argenti who now wholeheartedly believes that you and him are destined to be. that's right! you must've been his aeon, the whole reason he does things! that's why he fell for you in the first place, right? and that's why you're so beautiful too! you're his aeon of beauty after all... which is why... he's decided that he will not go anywhere without you anymore.

✎ yandere! argenti who really really wants to introduce you to the other knights of beauty but there's something in him that tells him not to. he doesn't understand why, you're surely the aeon that they're searching for! he should introduce you! but no, there's a disgusting part in him that only wants you for himself. all. for. him. he can be a little selfish now and then, can't he? especially since you belong to him now!

✎ yandere! argenti who takes you away with him now. yeah he's found his aeon but settling down seems a little boring, doesn't it? so he'll take you exploring theoughout the universe! don't worry, he's a knight. he'll protect you :) eh? what do you mean you have friends and family??? he's the only one you need, silly!

✎ yandere! argenti who also does your skincare and stuff. bro is gorgeous and has the most luscious hair, of course he'll doll you up too! you guys can be pretty together 💗💗

✎ "my beloved rose, you are simply the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on."

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenario #yandere concept #yandere argenti #yandere argenti x reader #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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dustofthedailylife · 1 year

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"General, This Ain't A Cat"

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Pairing: Jing Yuan x (gn!) Reader

Summary: One day you find a cute white lion cub scratching on your front door, little did you know that the actual owner of it was Jing Yuan, the General of the Xianzhou Luofu himself. And he might have the wrong idea about the little thing, too...

Tags: Fluff, Crack, Jing Yuan's Lion loves you, inspired by the General's Diary you can find in HSR, flustered Jing Yuan

A/N: I love him a very normal amount, your honor! The fact he is a cat dad too is just too cute! And also that he got scammed trying to buy a cat and instead unknowingly managed to buy a lion makes it so much funnier. I can only recommend reading his diary ingame lmao

A distinct scratching sound on the front door of your home made you perk up in your seat. You waited for the sound to reappear a couple of times before deciding to check what was causing it.

You slowly opened the door and looked outside. But both to the right and to the left you spotted nothing that could’ve caused the sound. It was also relatively windstill on the Luofu today so that also couldn’t have been it.

Just as you were about to close the door again you spotted the culprit behind the flower pot right next to your door. It was a small, snow-white lion cub, not older than a couple of months at best, and it looked at you pleadingly with its azure-colored eyes.

Did it want to come in?

You knelt down on your doorstep and stretched your hand out towards it, prompting it to come over to you. It hesitantly tiptoed in your direction from behind the flower pot, carefully smelling on your fingers first before bumping its head into your hand. You began scratching its head and not too long after a loud purr could be heard.

It was such a cute little thing you were almost tempted to snatch it and keep it. But a beautiful animal like that had to belong to someone, right?

You picked the soft bundle of fur up and walked towards the main road to look around. Maybe it ran away and the owner was still around looking for it? They had to be since you never heard of any instances of strays on the Luofu.

A little bit further down the street, you spotted two Cloud Knights with a bag of treats in their hand. They were eagerly shaking them to make rattling sounds and simultaneously scanned the ground for something. Looks like they are the people the little cutie belonged to.

"Hey," you called out to them. "Are you looking for this snow lion perhaps?"

"Oh, thank the Heavens!" One of the guards exclaimed. "We've been looking for it the entire day already.”

One of the guards stretched out their arms to take the little lion cub into his arms but it made no fuss to go anywhere. In fact, it was clinging to you and started purring loudly, bumping its head into your chest.

“Hey, you little cutie. You have to get back home. I’m sure you’re hungry by now, aren’t you? Enough adventure for one day.” You said in a higher-pitched voice. Its eyes almost looked sad and it let out a squeak the moment you handed it back to the soldiers and waved them goodbye.

As soon as you were back home you couldn’t help but think about the little lion again. It was the first time you had ever seen one with such a majestic fur and eye color. Whoever it belonged to could surely count themself lucky.

A couple of days passed and you went about your days as normal until you heard the familiar scratching at your front door again.

Unlike the first time you immediately knew it must be the same lion from a few days prior. You went to open the door again and the white bundle of fur immediately zoomed inside of your home.

Alerted, you immediately began chasing it around your living room. As much as you wanted to actually keep it as well, you absolutely couldn’t. Someone was waiting for it and probably worried about its disappearance once again. You for sure would turn the Luofu upside down if it was your missing pet.

Snatching the little complaining bundle of fur up again proved difficult as it was clinging and clawing at your carpet for dear life, but you eventually managed.

Carrying it outside once again you looked for Cloud Knights you could return it to again but this time a blonde teen boy, dressed in blue and no older than maybe fourteen was walking down the street with treats this time. And for some reason, he seemed oddly familiar.

“Mimi? Miiiii-Miiiii. Come get your treats!!” The blonde boy shouted and shook the treat box in his hands like a rattle.

The little lion cub, apparently named Mimi, perked its ears up in your arms and began trying to wriggle out of your grasp. You let it jump down and watched it zoom in the direction of the boy, sitting down and looking up at him with hungry and expectant eyes.

“There you are, you little troublemaker!” He says furrowing his brows and throwing Mimi a handful of treats.

Going off of the way the lion reacted to his voice you assumed it was probably his pet lion.

He picked it up and started petting it, eliciting it to close its eyes, start purring and relax in his arms. The boy smiled at it fondly and slightly shook his head in disbelief over the little rascal before looking down the street to where you were standing.

“Hey, you!” He shouted and started trotting in your direction. “Were you the one who found Mimi?”

You nodded in response before wondering how he could’ve figured that out considering he didn’t see you with Mimi at all.

“Wait how did you-?” You inquired with furrowed brows.

He just pointed at your chest, or more specifically, at your shirt in reply. Following the direction of his finger with your gaze you soon realized that you were entirely covered in white fluff from when you were holding Mimi.

“Ah. Well of course. That makes sense,” you chuckled. “Does it run away a lot?” You asked pointing at the still happily purring snow lion in the blonde boy’s arms.

He simply rolled his eyes and smiled in reply. “All the time.”

“Well, it seems to be fond of my front door as of late. I live just a bit further down the street. So chances are if it runs away again, it might be near my house again.”

“Good to know. Certainly makes things easier,” he nodded. “I’m Yanqing, by the way!”

That’s why he seemed so familiar. He is the lieutenant of the Luofu Cloud Knights and you had seen him here and there in an official capacity but you generally didn’t pay too much attention to those so you couldn’t quite put your finger on it earlier.

It certainly explained the beautiful and special-looking animal in his arms.

You grabbed the hand he held out to you and introduced yourself as well before bidding him farewell for now not too long after. Looking after him as he walked back home you smiled to yourself and hoped for him that he would be able to keep his little lion cub in check from now on.

A couple more days passed once more after that encounter until someone rang your doorbell. You weren’t expecting any visitors, especially not this late in the evening so you wondered who would possibly come over at this time of day.

Out of every possible person on the ship, however, you certainly didn’t expect the General of the Luofu in the flesh to be your late-night visitor. He was standing in front of your door with hands folded behind his back and staring down the street, waiting for your to open the door.

“Good evening, General… Can I help you with something?” You carefully inquired with some hesitancy in your voice.

You suddenly felt very small, and that was not only because he was a tall, handsome, and quite muscular man but also because you were more than just a bit intimidated.

Nothing to worry about, right? It was only the most important man on the entire ship standing in front of your house.

Naturally, your mind immediately came to the conclusion that you must’ve done something wrong.

“Uhm-,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “Do you happen to know where my cat is?

Out of every possible thing he could’ve said, this was the last thing you expected.

“Your… cat?” You asked in disbelief. He simply nodded and looked around your front yard once more.

“It’s white with bright blue eyes. Yanqing has informed me that Mimi is quite fond of you and keeps escaping to your house.”

So it was his pet. But wait, didn’t he just say…

“Cat?”

“Yes. A small grimalkin, up to no good, constantly runs away. My cat.” He elaborated.

At that point, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He seemed very taken aback and confused by your outburst and you were almost inclined to say that it made him, this big hunk of a man, look like a huge, gentle teddy bear.

“Care to explain what is so funny?” He asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Forgive me, General,” you wiped a tear out of the corner of your eyes. “I do not wish to burst your bubble here but your cat may not be what you think it is.”

“What are you implying?”

“It’s a lion, General. I can assure you, it’s most certainly not a cat.”

You observed how his eyes widened in surprise and a hint of pink began to dust his cheeks behind his long bangs. You had to bite your lip in order to not start laughing again. He really didn’t know. And the fact you made him aware of it seemed to be quite embarrassing to him.

“Oh. Uhm… well, I actually had my suspicions already.” He stated, once again scratching the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but wonder how a man like him could manage to look this cute when flustered. And to think this was the first face-to-face contact you had ever had with him made it all the better.

Without a doubt, he was an attractive man, and that was something everyone aboard the Luofu would agree to. However, after witnessing him in this flustered, and quite frankly, adorable state tonight, your desire to get to know him on a more personal level increased.

“What would it take for you to not tell anyone about this?” He suddenly inquired. But before you could answer, he made an offer himself. One you couldn’t possibly refuse after everything that transpired tonight.

“How does a dinner sound? My treat of course.”

“Hmm, very well. Or you could let your cat stay with me more often?”

“Well, that can also be arranged,” he chuckled with a playful smile. “But we come as a pair.”

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kiwicopia · 2 months

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🔞 MDNI | Boothill x Fem!Reader (blurb AU) 🔞

TW: sex in a barn, slight choking, love bites, prosthetic limbs, slight overstimulation, licking, creampie.

Edit: This got way more attention than I honestly thought it would. So, if it hits 2k, I'll make part two. 😉 Or! Perhaps a full fic of this blurb?

Things weren't supposed to end like this, but you couldn't be blamed. A handsome stranger paid your esteemed ranch a visit, hoping to get one of your finest Thoroughbreds, only to end up with something far better.

One hand firmly gripped the fat of your hip, the metallic fingers digging slightly into your skin while the other was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him to kiss along the side of it. Your thighs trembled with the way his thick cock bullied your slick cunt, dragging yet another moan from your pretty lips.

Boothill's lips curled into a slight smirk at the sound before letting his tongue slide up your neck. It was hot and wet, and your hands gripped the stall door, causing the wood to chip ever so gently with the way your nails dug into it. "Dirty girl," he teased. His chest pressed against your back a bit more as his hips smacked into the back of yours harshly, his pace remaining merciless. "I came for a stallion, not a broodmare." The hand around your throat squeezed a little harder, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. "But I can make a new deal."

You already knew what the new deal was, but you remained silent, too focused on the pleasure that coursed through your veins with each thrust of his meaty cock. He filled your gummy walls, shaping your pussy all for himself as he brought you orgasm after orgasm. It had been a while since you had a good fuck, and with a customer of all people. Still, you had to hand it to him. Boothill had the stamina of a Thoroughbred, plowing into you repeatedly without so much as a break, and he hadn't even come yet.

Your head lolled to the side, allowing him another chance at kissing your neck, though he soon bit down on the soft flesh, causing you to moan at the sudden feeling. One final thrust had your body up against the stable door, pinned as he finally came, painting your walls in thick, white ropes of his cum. The hand gripping your neck only tightened, yet he made sure to at least let you breathe.

Boothill kept your body pinned against the stable door as he panted hard, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape. "Fuck," he breathed out, "haven't had this good a time in a while." His hand on your hip loosened as his metallic thumb rubbed gentle circles against your soft skin. "Now," he chuckled, "how 'bout we discuss the new deal?"

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draconic-desire · 2 months

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Ad Experimentum

Yandere Dr. Ratio x Reader

Veritas catches you reading one of your dirty books.

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, forced imprisonment, NSFW scenes being read aloud, Dr. Ratio being a dick as always

Within the confines of Veritas’s home, you feel like a mouse in a maze, reduced to a caged animal, always under scrutiny and experimentation.

Escape is impossible. Dr. Ratio has ensured that you’re never out of his reach, even though he acts as if you are the burden and he didn’t kidnap you and imprison you in his home. Sometimes you wonder why he even keeps you; surely he has better things to do than to quip at your inadequacy or lack of genius. But alas, the pretentious prick seems keen on pushing every one of your buttons to see how you tick. You might even call it intimacy if he wasn’t so clinical and judgmental about it all.

Because physical escape is impossible, you’ve turned to escaping within the confines of your own mind.

Books provided the perfect retreat. You’ve since abandoned any non-fiction to focus on fantasy, to worlds that effortlessly whisk you away. Novels that depict true, romantic love, not the twisted ownership you’ve grown used to. Like you’re some pet to be controlled and prodded at, like Pavlov’s dog, waiting and drooling for its master’s hand at the ring of a bell.

So, in your hopes to feel something real, you’ve started to delve into stories that are a bit…spicier.

With the latest read in your hand, your eyes skim hungrily over the pages as the tension between the protagonists builds. The lovers begin to undress each other, the one spreading his partner’s pussy as she grinds into his hand—

Veritas effortlessly plucks the book from your hands, earning a cry of protest. You try to snatch it back, but, with the help of his towering height, he dangles it just out of reach. “What in the heavens is this?”

The way he holds the book between his thumb and pointer finger, as if merely touching it would taint his self-proclaimed perfect set of knowledge, was almost comedic. You would laugh if he wasn’t such a condescending asshole.

Instead, you scowl. “Give it back.”

He merely hums and turns the novel in his hands, inspecting the cover. Licking his thumb, he flips to your bookmarked page and begins reading aloud. “My hand caressed her core as I speared her with two, thick fingers. She moaned and arched into my palm in response, causing my cock to twitch in anticipation. God, I wanted to taste her arousal. Her pussy was perfect, so wet and tight and ready for me to claim, to fuck.”

Embarrassment rages across your cheeks like a burn. You fling yourself at him, pounding your fists against his chest when he lifts the book out of your reach easily. “Stop, just stop.”

Amused, Dr. Ratio continues to narrate the scene in painstaking detail. “I lowered my head, letting my tongue swirl around her clit and rendering her voice to nothing but pitiful mewls. She tasted like heaven, like my own personal feast. I buried my tongue in her, then, and held her hips as she bucked into my mouth, begging for release—”

“I will do anything,” you beg, face in your palms, “just please stop.”

Finally, mercifully, Veritas closes the book and lowers it down enough for you to snatch it back. You cradle it against your chest, heart pounding and palms sweaty with a chaotic blend of shame, anger, and relief that it was over.

“This is what you indulge in while I’m working? Though you are hardly an intellectual exception, I believed you to be above this brain-rotting nonsense, (Y/n).”

In spite of your embarrassment, you boldly meet his golden eyes. “And what do you care? I enjoy it, and it’s not meant for you. Go stick your nose in a dictionary for all I care.”

“At least I’d be learning something,” he sneers in return, looking down his nose at you. He sniffs, tilting his chin up. “What do those books have that I can’t offer you?”

You still, observing his features. Now that the fun of teasing you has worn off, his eyes flare with loathing. With a jolt, you realize it is not aimed at you but at…the book?

Wordlessly, you glance between Dr. Ratio and your novel. Then, a stilted laugh escapes your lips. “Wait.. Are you seriously jealous of a book?”

“Don’t be preposterous,” he scoffs, though you notice his white-knuckled grip against the back of the armchair you were previously lounging in. “I would never stoop so low as to associate myself with that plebeian filth. I simply wanted to ascertain your reaction to it being read aloud.”

You resist the desperate urge to roll your eyes. “Fine, then. Please leave me to my uneducated filth.” You spin around, intent on finding a new place to finish your reading.

“Not so fast.” Veritas is on you quicker than a cobra, large hands gripping both your shoulders. “Perhaps all is not lost. We may yet transform this circumstance into an educational opportunity for you.”

A chill runs down your spine at the heavy touch, and a sudden sense of foreboding warns you to run. You’re all too aware you’re the mouse being fed to the snake in this moment.

Veritas spins you to face him, eyes slowly trailing down your form, as if taking you in with a new perspective. “I believe an experiment is due.”

You go rigid. “I’m sorry?”

“If you’re so intent on reading about all those fantasies in your books, let’s go ahead and put them to the test, shall we?”

At his clear implication, you yelp and make a run for it. In that moment Veritas strikes, fisting your hair with one hand and cupping your chin with the other as he presses your body flush against his own. You can already feel his hard desire digging into your back.

“Here’s my hypothesis,” he purrs in your ear. “I predict that by the end of tonight, you too will be begging for my cum, whether you want to or not.”

His theory, as always, was proven to be correct.

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flyingwargle · 9 months

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everything is the same as before, but also not. his futon is still on the floor, blanket crumpled as if he had just climbed out of it yesterday. the note left for the others remains on the desk, memory of frantically writing it still fresh in his mind. the books that he was reading before warping to the luofu remain behind his crooked pillow. the tea set is untouched. the machines hum softly in the background.

everything is the same as before, except for him.

dan heng touches the base of his horns with lithe fingers. his ears are more sensitive, and his senses are sharper. he can hear the engine's quiet hum, doors sliding open and shut, muffled voices and footsteps. power swirls within him, ancient and unfamiliar, yet also recognizable by the way his fingers move through the air, coalescing water instead of wind.

now that he has embraced his previous incarnation, he no longer follows the path of the hunt but treads along destruction, similar to caelus when he first awakened the stellaron in his body. he sits on his bed, manifesting cloud piercer on his lap. his old friend will be able to rest, for now, until he wields it, once more.

knocks sound on his closed door. he looks up and calls, "come in." it slides open, and caelus steps inside.

"hey. i'm not bothering you, am i?"

"no."

silence dances between them, similar to when they stood in front of the high elder's statue, their first reunion after being separated, the first time anyone on the express saw his transformation. dan heng lowers his eyes. "do you want some tea?"

he doesn't see the nod, only hears footsteps across the floor and a swish of jacket as caelus sits on the steps. dan heng prepares his tea set, takes out a bag of tea leaves, and plugs in the electric kettle. he works in silence. caelus watches in silence.

dan heng draws in a breath. he has to start the conversation somehow. "speak your mind. i know you have something to say."

nothing. he looks up. caelus stares at the bookshelf, lips pressed together. "words are free," dan heng says. "use them how you'd like to express yourself."

"is that dan heng saying that, or the high elder?"

ah. dan heng lowers his eyes. "i am not my previous incarnation. we share a similar appearance and abilities, but that's all. i am dan heng; dan feng was forcibly molted for his crimes."

"i don't know what kind of dynamic we have now." caelus's tone is quiet, melancholic. "it was easy, before, but now...you're a thousand years old yet you're not. you have cool powers. you have a duty to an ancient race of dragons-"

"my duty to the xianzhou is fulfilled, but my duty to the nameless is not. i'm here now, aren't i?"

"but for how long?"

"until we've traveled the path carved for us in the stars." the kettle whistles. dan heng pours a thin trail of steaming liquid into the pot. "there is...much history that has been lost because of what dan feng did, but that responsibility does not fall to me. i am the astral express's guard and administrator of the data bank. that won't change."

he offers caelus a cup. the trailblazer doesn't move, so he leaves it in the space between them. dan heng releases a breath. "i am sorry i didn't say anything about it. i had no intention of revealing it until i had to. and now..."

"and now...the horns stay?"

"...yes."

"and the tail?"

"that, too."

caelus looks at him through narrowed eyes over his shoulder. "lucky for you that you can hide it whenever you want."

"consider it a perk of being a reincarnation of the high elder." dan heng nudges the tea closer to him. caelus hesitates before taking a sip. he makes a face.

"bitter. it's march who has the sugar cubes with her." his hand falls on his lap. "she hasn't talked to you yet, has she?"

"no."

"i'll get her to come at some point. for now..." their eyes meet. caelus keeps his tone steady. "you'll keep traveling on this path with us?"

"yes."

"no matter what happens?"

"i travel with the nameless as dan heng. there is nothing more or less about it." his fingers drift over the express's emblem on his shirt.

"okay. thanks." caelus is still, hesitant. he offers a hand. dan heng blinks at it. "welcome back, dan heng."

"thanks." his hand fits in his, a familiar shape and warmth over his.

nothing has changed, yet everything has. regardless of what will come next, dan heng remains sure of his own identity.

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littlerachelawrites · 2 years

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Warning: angst | a little ooc (?) | reader's death |

Why?

Why do dare you...? After this everything what's he done. After everyone who became hurt for his selfish ambitions...

You still love him. Still care about him.

— I love you, Otto...

This phrase bounded around his head and haven't wanted leave from here. He even waked up drench in cold sweat with this words in his brain. He could understand this when you didn't know his past and... his crimes. His sins and blood on his hands.

But even you know this...

— I love you, Otto...

Shut up! Stop say this empty words!

Every cruelty from his hands... every lives who died untimely in the name his sick ambition and whim... and you still care about him!?

Fool...

— You're fool, if you really still love me... — he whispered pointing the gun at your forehead. Every screams of your companions missed his ears. He only looked at your eyes, to see any signs of disgust or, though, signs of fear in your gaze. But he didn't see any from this things.

— Thank you, Otto. Thank you, that I see your face as my last thing...

You're not only fool – you're insane too. Even more than him...

After this your words, everyone could hear sound of shot. Your dead body slumped against his body.

He did, what he want. He showed you, as he could be cruel. That your love for him was absolutely foolish. He should felt good after this...

But... he have one question now...

Why? Why it hurt him so much?

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anantaru · 5 months

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hii <3 do you think that dr ratio or argenti would be into eating you out? like argenti just being so sweet abt it, he’s such a cutiee. and dr ratio doing it like he claims you or smth. idkk they could be anything but i’m interested if these two boys would be into thatt. ( ps your writing is so good… i love it sm 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻)

including. dr ratio, argenti

cw. oral (fem! receiving), petnames used: doll, angel, fem! reader

— ꒰ VERITAS RATIO ꒱ + rough & sloppy

veritas cannot lie to himself but he finds it adorable how you cannot mutter out a single word right now, and the only thing you were still capable of doing was holding your thighs apart so he could fit his head in between and fill your tummy with consistent pleasure.

"you don't want to show me how you feel, doll?" he utters in that unbearably arrogant tone he adored to use on you whenever he proved you wrong as you shake your head, your sticky cream coating his chin, "hmm... well, i'll just force it out of you then, don't you think that's fair?" a refined mewl spills from you when he licks at your folds again, never breaking the eye contact and not caring if you'd end up making a mess of his entire face with your sweet liquids.

and the way his tongue vibrates on your pussy was turning you head over heels for the man, the coarse laps of his tongue full of affection that your toes curl at each lick, and he only gets rougher with proactive drags of his tongue rolling over your hole and collecting everything you give him.

by now, your core has been drenched by a mixture of your slick and his spit, and your legs shake when he kneads the skin on your thighs as to simultaneously comfort you and hold you deep against his greedy face.

one more, just to taste you once more, and you're finally showing him what he does to you, your labored breathing exhaling with the rapid thumping of your heart as your thighs clench around him to ride his face, his enthralling eyes looking more graceful and dark with no mercy reflecting off of them.

you lift yourself onto your elbows to get a better view of the mess on your lower area, watching him closely as the sensation of his mouth made you lose your mind.

your fingers move swift as to reach down and twist into his soft hair, holding him tightly into your cunt when he flips his tongue left and right, his breath hitting your pussy with every exhale— your folds were just so hot, so wet, and squishy that he needs to suckle on them before filling you with his cum later.

— ꒰ ARGENTI ꒱ + attentive & fast

oh, you sure as hell are starting to see stars when argenti suckles on your folds, with his nose dragging into your cunt the more he forces his head in between your thighs— but you're unable to meet his gaze and it saddens him, despite the fact that it felt so deliciously good, doesn't it?

"argenti.." you moan his name just above a whisper of your labored breathing, your lower lip trembling at how dirty it felt to have him lap around your cunt like a mad man, his hands continuously feeling you up when you arch your back into his mouth.

"yes, angel?" his eyes flicker up with lust, "enjoying yourself for me?"

argenti receives no response, at least not a verbal one, instead you hum dazedly as your eyes flutter shut when his nose rolls between the flesh that protected the little pearl on your cunt, your swollen pussy aching to feel more of the friction it so desperately desires.

"such a good girl," he groans into your pussy, lowering one hand from your thigh to your hole as he gently pushes into it before curling deep to scissor your cunt. fuck, argenti simply cannot tear his eyes off you.

you're just so impossibly perfect to him, and he treats you like an ancient treasure whenever he received the gift of going down on you.

you repeatedly whisper his name imbedded in praises as you left it to your crumbling voice to find his ears— and argenti wasn't sure on who, out of the two of you, would break under the pressure first.

because listen closely now, your pussy was like none he has ever tasted before and he hopes you know it by the way he circles the tip of his pink muscle so precisely into you.

you turned him achingly hard, his tongue pressing upwards and back only to lap slightly faster, ugh, he swears that every time you chant his name or tremble your legs around his head he can feel his cock throb in his pants, pushing harder and harder against his boxers.

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albedov · 16 days

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that new animation has got me feeling things...

edit - not so new animation now but i still think about it

you just know he can get really clingy subconsciously in his sleep, it's a response to the fact that deep down he knows that he finally has someone he can let his guard down with - especially in the comfort of a domestic setting, something that has been so foreign to him ever since he was forced to leave sigonia.

he's very stubborn when it comes to waking up. you and him will become a tangled mess of limbs, legs intertwined as he cuddles up to your side - he loves it when you cuddle him back and rest your head atop his - so it makes it pretty difficult for you to move anywhere unless you're both up. if you try leaving before his alarm goes off he'll push himself impossibly further into you and whines that you're trying to leave him.

he gets worse on his days off because he now has nowhere to be and so he wents to embrace your warmth for longer despite your own wishes. would you allow him to be selfish this one time?

if you really need to be somewhere, you might have to shove him off you or attempt to reach your phone next to you and get comfy because he's not budging

you also know he absolutely spoils those cat critters

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atsuwumus · 4 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 Veritas Ratio is something that always keeps you on your toes, never sure of what you can expect. Sometimes his kisses are slow, languid and deep, seeking every crevice of your mouth and memorizing the taste of you as if it would be the last time he'd get to do so. The back of his hands deftly brush over the swells of your cheeks, feeling the heat beneath your skin and if you managed to reel in your faltering focus you could almost feel him smiling against your lips. "Utmost adorable how you keep chasing my lips," he coos in a honeyed tone, thumb brushing over the dip of your bottom lip. "Even after I've stopped kissing you."

But there are other times where you can feel the hunger radiating off him when he cages you between his body and his desk. His lips are more demanding, hungrier, devouring you whole without an ounce of remorse. It's hot and wanting, overwhelming and dizzying all at once. He pours every last ounce of his soul into swallowing your moans and whimpers, shushing you while your mouths move needily and messily over each other because kisses like these only end in one way. "Needy little thing, I can feel you trembling," he teases, a husky tone that sends a shiver down your spine. "You need me to fuck you? Pleasure you? Is that why you're whining against my lips like a little bitch in heat?"

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fragility — sunday.

summary: disagreements may often occur with sunday, but the two of you seem to always find a way to resolve it. (or, in which sunday is a little too devoted; lucky for you, you'd never have it any other way.)

notes: sunday character study, reader and sunday are arranged to be married/betrothed; not canon compliant, sunday might be ooc and i do not apologize he must be down bad 💯 reblogs are appreciated ! would love for u to tell me what you think about this experimental fic hehe

Sunday has always been the picture perfect image of control.

It is in the way his suit never has a single wrinkle, save for those he intentionally keeps to exude a more tolerable presence to The Family—and even then, he has always smoothed out every crinkle, every flaw; whenever they wouldn't look. It is seen in the way Sunday fights to calm his voice after a particular burst of his emotions, the way he almost obsessively tends to his plans to make sure nothing shall go awry.

If Sunday is a lone bird flying in the sky, then his control over himself, his conduct of his emotions is the chain that binds him to the earth below. Grounding him oft when he himself cannot.

If his sister is akin to a bird that spreads her wings to freedom, then Sunday shall clip his own, chain them down onto the earth if only to protect himself.

“Six gatherings.”

“Eight.”

However, there are often exceptions to his near flawless aspect of self-control; situations in which back him up into a corner, unable to retort.

“Seven gatherings and no more.” Like now, when you were being—for a lack of a better term—an extreme pain in the neck. Sunday exhales a weary breath.

“You can't be serious.” You frown at him. “Surely they'll be satisfied with six? They don't even care!”

“It would be best if we were to leave no possibility unaccounted for.”

“Sunday, you cannot subject me to any worse horrors other than prancing around being buddy buddy with those two-faced fogeys!”

He snorts at the barb. Trust that you use your rather extensive lexicon to state your mind in the most absurd of ways, most especially in the rather glitzy and pompous Family gatherings you both are required (read: forced) to apply yourselves to. Sunday should really ought to put in a word about it to you.

(He does not, however, tell you that your opinion is wrong.)

“I assure you that you will live. Acting like I'm sending you to your death is an immense exaggeration.”

Sunday drowns your complaints and listens to it with one ear. He knows, and trusts that you would relent anyway, so there was no reason in arguing over it any further.

Because, despite the innumerable ways in which your very existence rattles his, turning his carefully constructed world upside down in jeopardy, Sunday cannot stray away from anything you request.

(it would be blasphemy to do so. a sin he would never dare to oppose. you had that effect on him.)

You lounge leisurely at his personal quarters as though it belonged to you (it would, Sunday corrects himself, it will) and meet his eyes, liquid gold taking your existence in its entirety, as though it would be ripped away from him in an instant. He sees your eyes soften, just for a bit.

You put your fisted hand onto your cheek, squishing it slightly as you sulk. Sunday thinks he's finally gone mad when he considers running his fingers through them. (Would it be as soft as he had dreamed?)

Even with your face scrunched in a grimace, you are as radiant as gems and jade; your emotions splayed out before him like a clear spring reflecting the bright sky. (You are a reflection of the freedom he longs to embrace.) As wonderful as everything that Sunday is not.

Sunday knows your distaste is rooted in your aversion to the feigned lies and the prospect of sugarcoating your relationship as one of duty and not true affection (despite it being the complete opposite, he likes to assume) and being put on a pedestal by others.

But compliance is his owner, and Sunday is its dutiful servant.

“I know you're less than inclined-” Sunday starts to say, emphasizing the less. “-but now, with the Charmony Festival within full preparation, they want to see us there. United, as-”

“-As a happy pair.” you finish the thought with a rueful smile. “Something to calm them down while everything is in shambles. How characteristic of them.”

He nods. Meeting your gaze has always made him weak-willed. Sunday thinks that you could bring him down to his knees in reverence if you wish; he would not mind. “I know it goes against your principles.”

Because you believed in truth, that the chaos that Sunday abhors has a beauty to it he cannot understand; that you were a delightful paradox Sunday doesn't want the ugly claws of his control to grasp onto.

(He does not deserve you.)

“While I would gladly endure any gathering if it's with you…” you start, and his heart makes that familiar leap, like wings flapping in his stomach. “I don't want to keep up appearances to those who only see through the surface.”

“Then you shouldn't.” Sunday takes time to stand and stay seated next to you, if only to feel the actuality of you at whole. “You know better than anyone what we are.”

After all, Sunday sees no use in looking at the gazes of others when you are always at the forefront of his mind.

“...I know.” Sunday stiffens when you lean your head on his shoulder, your head brushing by the wing below his ear. He shudders. “I’m aware. More than anyone else.”

Your voice flutters in the wind like a bird soaring through the sky, and you illuminate his world in a stream of color. This is the most he gets to an ardent declaration of love, and Sunday would be damned if he would not reciprocate in any way.

(He does not deserve you, but you make it a point to disagree otherwise, every time.)

“I’ll be by your side at every step.” Sunday says, lacing his gloved hands in yours as a promise. “You need only be by my side.”

In the present, and even in the future, Sunday hopes. Your gentle squeeze of his hand is the content of your answer.

“I can't really say no to you, can I?”

Sunday chuckles. “I should say the same.”

If his mind is bound to seek control, then his soul is bound to seek your warmth. Sunday thinks this is as it should be. As he hopes will always be.

You laugh. “Eight gatherings it is. Though I suppose in the future it would be even more than that.”

“Mm. We shall hope it to be so.”

“Oh, it definitely will.”

All by his side, where his heart shall whisper your name and where your soul shall be forever intertwined with his.

writing process for this was vv inspired by a tiktok audio that i can't remember the name from but it encapsulated sunday so perfectly my keyboard started typing lol

#mhie's spirals #sunday x reader #sunday honkai star rail #sunday hsr #sunday x you #sunday x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr imagines #hsr drabbles

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