Boo ! Super Long P5t Comic

Hello wello, may I request the genshin tall bois (Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli) with a gn reader where reader really likes them and its not a secret that theyve been trying to win them over but a situation forced the bois to admit that they hated/find reader annoying and they didnt know that reader heard everything. (Did that make sense?) please feel free to pour truck tons of angst. Whether it has comfort in the end is up to u :3. I hope you have a great day ❤️

— # 🫐Listening To The Truth | Genshin ✘ Reader(s) Hcs

⤤ Summary: The reader is ready to truly confess to the *genshin character* they like until they hear that Genshin character mention their name. Stating how annoying they are around them, and how they can’t stand them or working near them. Which breaks the reader’s heart.

⤤ Notes: I tried to make this as long as I could, and I also apologize for this request since it took longer than it should have. So like… yeah. I did two characters for now because I am hella tired, Kaeya & Zhongli will be added later. Also if this is seen without Childe or empty paragraphs, I accidentally published it without it being finished… also childe’s part is toxic. Don’t think what he is doing is correct.

⤤ Characters: Diluc & Childe.

Warnings: Heartbroken, Sad, Slight Suicidal Thoughts + Angst + Comfort & Toxicity From Childe

Diluc | Hard Truth

You managed to find yourself walking around Mondstalt looking for Jean. Seeing if she was with Lisa or Kaeya. Today would be one of the days where you were going to the Tavern and ask Diluc for some help.

Not that you really needed any, but because you wanted to express your true feelings to him. Cause trying to suppress those feelings inside was already hard enough.

You continued to walk closer to the tavern, realizing it was a bit too late for it to not be open. But you could see that door was slight open, so you peaked through it to see if anyone was inside.

In your sight you could see Jean and Diluc talking quite loudly from behind the counter. Listening to them talking about commissions and etc.

“Diluc, perhaps I should have [Name] show you” you heard Jean mention your name as a suggestion. “They know more about the hilichurls than most of us.”

You grew with excitement. If by all means you could spend more time with Diluc. There would be no point in complaining. Though the only thing that could be a pain in the ass would be fighting those hilichurls all day.

They were quite an annoying breed.

“No thank you.” You hear Diluc say coldly. Your once flustered heart, dropped.

“Why?” Jean asked and Diluc huffed loudly. You pressed your ear closed to the door.

“I am not fond of their behavior. They annoy me, at a great level. I can’t dare to spend another day with them distracting me from my work. They are just too… joyful.” He went on to complain. Each word leaving his lips making cracks in your heart. “They can be strong all they want, they’d be the reason of my death due to their annoyance.”

Slowly tears started to pour from your eyes as you stood up straight once more. Pressing your hand to your nose to keep the sniffles muffled, before running off quite loudly. But away from the tavern. Jean swiftly turned her head to the tavern doors and raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“You hear that?”

“Hmm?”

You ran as far as you could feeling your beating heart, crack like a fragile mirror. So with every few steps you took, you would try to wipe at the tears running down your face. But it didn’t work. It never worked.

You continued to run up the stairs, near the church. Before finding a nearby bench, where not many people or citizens were at.

You just lowered your head hoping no one would notice your tears that laid on face and fell to your lap. You were ready to continue your sobbing, until someone sat besides you.

“Kaeya?” You asked turning your head, swiftly to the right. Kaeya smirked slightly, and raised an eyebrow as to why you had so many tears coming down from your face.

“I saw you running here, so I assumed it was an emergency” he started.

“Oh…” you mumbled. “My apologies then”

He let out a chuckle.

“Why are you crying?” Kaeya asked, grabbing your chin with his hand, and wiping your tears away.

You couldn’t help but let out more sobs. But after some time, the words came out of your lips like a sweet melody.

— — —

For the next following weeks, you grew quite quiet, and just stayed neutral when you were with Diluc. You didn’t laugh, or joke with him like you usually did. Didn’t go to ask him of his favorite things nor asked how his day went. You just went and killed hilichurls and reported it to Jean.

And you stayed extremely quiet when it came to talking with Diluc or Jean. Whether they asked how your day went, or if you needed help. The most they could and would get is a nod or shaking head from you.

But of course when you were in the comfort of your house, behind doors, you were secretly in a relationship with Kaeya. You never wanted it to be too open to the public, but he did tease you a lot. Which made some of the knights question the two of you.

When you two were together at home, you both would either cook with each other, read books, do work, or sleep besides each other. Or just cuddle for hours. Usually the choice was up to you.

“[Name]” Jean called out walking down from one of the hallways. “Have you seen Diluc?”

You shook your head. And darted towards the doors, in a hurry to leave the place. Jean got a bit nervous and started to feel guilty, realizing that you weren’t like you’re usual self.

They had enough knights that have been traumatized and you were the only one who was actually able to spread some joy. But now seeing that you were no longer capable of doing that, she started to question if it was because of her.

When you walked outside, Diluc noticed your presence. But you didn’t notice him, and he watched you walk to the area where some of the Barbara fan clubs would be near. Especially Albert.

Usually in that area where many leaves would pile up and the traveler (aka Honorary Knight) would be forced to clean. Diluc started to follow you.

Even he has been curious on why you didn’t act the same. And as much as he wanted to admit that he preferred you to not be so loud. He quite missed it. Because after these few weeks and nearly a month passing, he realized that he feelings for you.

Feelings he realized he didn’t have before. So when he followed you, and realized you ran into Kaeya’s arms with such joy sparkling in your eyes as Kaeya picked you up. His heart didn’t shatter. But he could feel it drown.

Drowning in regret.

Childe | Rude Truth

You smiled wildly, as you entered the bank, and entering one of the back halls to go and see if Childe was still lingering in this fancy place. You could hear Childe’s voice coming from his office. As you could hear Scara’s voice as well.

So you stopped carefully right in front of his door. Hearing the two of them speak.

“I can do it myself, asshole.” Scara complained. “Besides why don’t you go and train with [Name]?”

You hear Childe let out a brutal chuckle.

“I hate them, that’s why.”

That one sentence. Left a crack right down in the middle of your heart. Making you feel disappointed and sad. The way the word left his lips were just so… cold.

“Cannot blame you, huh? They piss me off too.” Scara added, and it was enough for you to hear before tears ran down your face.

You ran away from the door loudly, running away as fast as you could and darting out through the main entrance. Running as fast as you could down a few more steps before crashing right into Zhongli.

Tears getting on his cloths due to you.

“Oh my archon!” You exclaimed, embarrassed and trying to hide away the tears. “I am so heavenly sorry!”

Zhongli let out a sigh gesturing his hands that it was fine.

“I am fine… but are you?” Zhongli asked, before wiping off some dirt he got on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but shake off your head.

He patted your head a little bit, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, and having to be by your side while you ranged and complained about what happened. While Childe secretly watched from the balcony.

— — —

After a couple of weeks you managed to get over Childe, and found yourself in a romantic relationship with Zhongli.

He was much better than Childe. He treated you correctly and always praised you for your hard work. Which was something Childe didn’t take very lightly. He didn’t realize how he felt until after he stated his hatred towards you.

It was hard when he was so used to you, running up to him and asking how is day went. It’s like you guys were already in a relationship. Which is why he didn’t take it kindly when you got in a relationship with Zhongli. He felt cheated on.

Now that you no longer clinged onto him, it pissed him every second of the day. So while he watched you right now, drinking tea with Zhongli outside, directly underneath the bridge type of balcony he was standing at.

He slowly wielded his bow, aiming it towards you. Making sure it would hit right in the middle of your neck. So that it could be an instant death. He kept fighting with his brain that it wasn’t fair. How he lost you so easily.

It wasn’t fair. It never was fair.

“If I had to suffer… he should too” Childe mumbled.

He released the arrow.

neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

hellu!! ((spoilers for the new event if you haven’t done it!)) I’ve had this idea for like an albedo x reader where it involves his impostor from the new event & i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing something that involved his impostor 👀👀? ITS SO VAGUE SORRY HAHA BUTJFJKGLG I’d love to see what you write if you’re inspired by it 😳💖

A/N: OH THIS ASK IS SO WONDERFUL I'm a little worried about the vague spoilers in the ask though so I apologize to anyone that happens upon this and doesn't know yet!! Ty for the asks anon!!!

Edit: ok I just finished writing this and it ran a little long, but it's not too lengthy. I just got a burst of inspiration.

The actual fanfic is underneath my rlly long theory ramble in case u wanna skip that part LOL i just needed to tell someone about it...Tumblr is a gr8 place for that. (Maybe I should make a separate post for it, but I'm too lazy. sorry anon.)

Pairing: Albedo x GN!reader (pre-relationship or pre-existing relationship, your choice.)

Genre: There's really no theme... mystery perhaps. Tbh its kind of wholesome. One-shot (or maybe not... will there be more? idk...)

Word Count: 1086

Warnings: MAJOR Spoilers for the recent Albedo event!!, Albedo is acting slightly possessive again (idk why i always write him that way), but tbh he just wants to protect you.

Theories!

There are 3 Albedos I believe (not just in theory, I think there were actually 3.), 2 were creations of Rhinedottir and one was the creation of the imposter Albedo (But it wasn't actually an Albedo, it was simply a mutated plant that was used to mimic and distract him from something else.)

I believe that the 1st Albedo is the Albedo we know to be the "impostor" and the 2nd one is the Albedo that we know and that the first Albedo was somehow not what Rhinedottir wanted and she attempted to dispose of him. (Not very nice dude...) Anyway! Since Albedo calls the impostor "Master's failed specimen in the dragon's belly", I think he may be either referring to the impostor just being in Dragonspine OR that Durin was used to dispose of the first albedo. (Weird, I know...) That could've been how the impostor ended up in Dragonspine. No theorizing there, he also could've just walked LMAO.

Also, during Albedo's monologue during the end, I feel like it was definitely from our Albedo's point of view, at least up until the very end where he talks about being human and being brought into the world. Maybe it's to show Albedo's astounding amount of empathy despite being synthetic, or it's to show the original Albedo's true feelings? Not sure there. Either way, it is extremely sad.

Things were different now that the two of you were aware of it. The feeling of being watched couldn't simply be blamed on the wild animals and camouflaged creatures in the area anymore. You would be working quietly when suddenly you would share a look with him. Then his sword would be out.

He had made the choice to let his imposter live. But at what cost, he now wonders. The cost of his focus? Or his sense of safety in solitude?

You weren't all that bothered by it. Nothing remotely deadly had happened since what had gone down a few weeks ago.

"Albedo," You said to the blonde, who was currently staring blankly at the vial in his hand. He was shaken from his thoughts and focused back on the vial, which he now noticed was not the color it was supposed to be. He made a slightly disappointed expression before turning towards you.

"What is it, Y/N?" He asked, setting the vial back into the rack.

"We're out of mint," You say, rocking back and forth on your heels. "I'm going to go collect some."

So far, Albedo had refused to let you out of his sight. You hadn't been able to go looking for ingredients or get a moment to yourself for days.

"Ah, okay." He said, before retrieving his sword. "Let's go."

"Well, um... I was hoping I could go by myself." You said, avoiding making eye contact with him. His arm with which he brandished his sword sort of went limp and he kind of just looked at you like he was thinking about something.

"I have a sword too, you know." You laughed nervously, pulling out your own. The one he'd given you. The one he'd said only you could brandish. He was silent for a moment more.

His brows knitted together slightly before he nodded.

"Okay. Be careful. Shout if you need me." He said, looking into your eyes rather intensely from where he stood a few feet away, "I will hear you."

You nodded, before waving and turning away.

You weren't all too worried about being alone, given that nothing eventful had happened. But maybe that was because the two of you hadn't been apart since then. Then again, it didn't seem to have any trouble with causing problems for groups of people. You thought back to the avalanche.

You picked mint carefully, placing it into your bag. It was rather nice to be alone, even if it's just for a little while. You adore Albedo, but his presence can be smothering. Anyone's is when you're unseparated for that long. It was no fault of his for wanting to keep you safe.

You wandered from the path to collect some Starsilver you'd spotted growing from a rock. Leisurely, you collected the brittle material to bring back to Albedo. You heard a rustle a few feet away from you and flicked your eyes towards the sound. It was too quiet.

Just then, you heard heavy steps crunching in the snow behind you. You whipped around quickly, sword drawn in an instant.

It was Albedo. You glanced immediately at his neck. No diamond, this was not your Albedo. He simply stood there and stared at you, it was rather unusual.

You clutched the Starsilver in your hand and tried to open your bag to drop it in there so you could make your escape.

"Why do you carry those?" He asked, suddenly. His eyes glanced down to the ore in your hand. His face remained blank. No trace of curiosity. Just blank.

"The Starsilver...?" You asked, extremely confused. He closed his eyes momentarily and nodded. "It's for paint."

He shook his head. "I know, but they are the lackluster sort like you talked about."

His eyes seemed to dull. You glanced down at them, but you couldn't tell the difference, despite the advice of Albedo, Paimon, and the traveler last time you'd collected some.

"Well, it'll all be turned into silver paint, anyway. I'll use it if Albedo doesn't." You shrugged, strangely feeling like you could let your guard down. Your arm relaxed a bit.

He took that moment to lunge forward to grab you by your shirt collar.

"ALBED-!" You tried to yell, but he covered your mouth. You struggled.

"Teach me how to paint." He muttered, gripping your clothing tighter. You dropped your sword and lifted your leg to kick him away. He stumbled but regained his composure quickly.

You simply stared at each other. He grits his teeth in frustration and turned away, walking back in the direction he came from.

Teach him to paint? Does he want to create more creatures? You don't want to be responsible for something like that if that's what he is trying to do.

But maybe he wants the simpler aspect of it. Surely there's not much for him to do up here. He'd needed Albedo's notes to create the Whopperflower, so he's clearly not a genius at alchemy either. It's a good way to pass the time, the same reason that Paimon had wanted the traveler to learn.

You snapped your head towards the sound of quick footsteps coming towards you. Symbol-clad neck. Your Albedo. His sword was out.

You didn't know what to say when he stood there a few feet away, seeing that there was nothing wrong with you. He straightened up.

"What do you need?" He asked. He didn't mind that you weren't in trouble. He was relieved, actually.

"Nothing..? Ahh, well." You said, still dazed from the events that had just taken place. You quickly formulated a lie. You weren't protecting the impostor or anything like that, right? Just making sure Albedo wasn't worrying about you anymore.

"I picked some mint and a Whopperflower surprised me..." You laughed nervously. He seemed to relax. "I guess I'm still a little paranoid from last time, sorry."

"Don't apologize." He said, "It is merely human nature to become wary of things that have affected you in the past. Especially if those same events can occur again." He said, stepping closer to you. He wrapped his arm around your mid-section and looked towards the top of the mountain.

The wind blew cold.

"Let's go back now." He said after being silent for a few moments. "I'll cook dinner."

"Okay," You mumbled. You looked back over your shoulder as you walked beside him back to camp. You swear you could see a flash of blue eyes between the brush and snow.

rushipedia ☆ 2021

as a fellow akechi lover, I literally live off of ur writing?? thank u for this fantastic fucking food??? if I may, could I request akechi with an s/o who is sweeter than sugar and extremely lovey? I've always wanted to know how he'd be with someone who's clearly the exact opposite of himself ^^;

Overwhelming  (Goro Akechi x Reader) 

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀. 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

It’s overwhelming.

When the doors close, you’re still smiling. When the cameras turn off, you’re still kind. When you’re alone in your room, you’re still you that he sees outside of it.

And it’s overwhelming.

Now, he lays here with you dozing off on his chest. You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep once you finally pulled him from behind his desk and onto the couch. But it’s only minutes into the hour-long documentary, and your breathing is starting to slow. Only minutes into the break you insisted he takes while you both wait for the takeout to arrive, and he knows he’ll be spending all these moments memorizing the feel of your heartbeat. Your steady heartbeat.

You’re real, and it’s hard imagining a world where you’re not.

His hands find their way under your shirt, resting comfortably at your waist as he traces tiny patterns into your skin. You’re not a secret to the world. The media knows your name. His fangirls know your school. His office knows your family. But he hates how they all know you. There’s a danger that follows him around. He knows it all too well. But not just from the fame. Not like you think, anyways. He signed his soul over to the devil when he agreed to work with Shido. And now his hands are stained red with blood he used to clean off purely for the sake of appearances. Now he looks at people and assures their safety with golden, closed-eye smiles. As if they couldn’t be next.

But that’s starting to change now that he has you. And it’s overwhelming. You’re overwhelming.

You’ll ask if he had eaten yet. If he needed you to fetch him some water. If he had gotten enough sleep. And he’ll answer you, trying not to let the mask slip, but it almost always does. But that’s okay. You’ll just give him the same smile you always give him, even in his dark ess. You’ll tell him that you understand that it must be tough being a prince. Tough being a hero. As if you’re not the one who’s saving him.

A tiny sound escapes your lips, and all of sudden, you’re shifting in his grasp. His train of thought is broken, and It’s by pure instinct alone that drives Goro into grabbing you tighter. Hands curl around your waist, his bare palm feeling the warm body on top of him, reminding him that you were still here. Still with him. His action makes you stop moving in an instant, this time letting a content sigh before tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“Did I fall asleep?” Your voice is a quiet lull into his neck. He can feel the tiny puffs of breath escape your mouth. He can feel your soft lips brush against him as you talk. What did he do to ever deserve such intimacy? What did he do to ever deserve such intimacy that he just knows will be taken away from him? Somehow, some way. Like it always does. “Mmm, ‘m sorry Goro…”

“It’s only been a couple of minutes.” He finds himself answering back in a whisper. “You can go back to sleep if you want to, my dear. I’ll wake you up soon.”

The hum you let out is the only sign you heard him as you start growing silent once more. Not even twenty minutes have gone by since you tugged him away from the paperwork, and the mood he’s in has already shifted. He still recalls his own snarls as he sits in the dark of his apartment’s office, leading himself further and further down his path to hell. Cursing the existence of humanity and his idiot coworkers. Plotting the death of another nameless, faceless nobody in Shido’s grand scheme, just wondering when it’ll be his stupid father’s turn to look down the barrel of his gun.

Then a knock on the door sounds, and he doesn’t bother to put a smile on his face. Because he’s looking for an out when you let yourself in with a phone, the menu for the Chinese takeout place down the street, and that smile of yours that won over half of Tokyo. And you give it to him. You give that out to him. Just by saying that now would be a good time for him to take a break.

And now that he thinks about it, it’s a good time to fall in love with you too. As if he hasn’t already.

He wants to say that it’s something mysterious about you. Something that’s equally broken as him. Something that’s equally gray as him. But that’s just not true. You were raised to dot your i’s and to cross your t’s. You like bunnies and kitties and puppies and all things that make you look impossibly soft in such a dark world. You’re the first to apologize. The first to compliment too. You’re friendly with everyone you meet, and he swears up and down that you’ve never not known what it feels like to be loved. You’re charming in this sickly sweet way that practically rots inside of him. And it’s overwhelming.

It’s overwhelming knowing that he, as a monster, was never immune to you too.

Deep down inside, he wonders how long it’ll take until you’re ripped away from him. Maybe Shido will use you to keep him in check. He wasn’t too fond of Goro having you, to begin with, anyways. Or maybe, you’ll be swept away by that disgusting piece of attic trash. The stares always did linger whenever the leader of the phantom thieves lurked too close to you. Or maybe, just maybe…

You’ll walk away by yourself.

The very thought of it chokes him up. His breath stutters in his chest, and his heart starts to fill with dread. It’s a possibility. A very real, a very terrifying possibility. As much as he thinks you won’t turn away after seeing him lose his temper or yell, he knows that’s not true. Because he can curse. He can frown. He can furrow his eyes, and he can growl all because he’s in a bad mood. But that’s the Goro Akechi you know. The Goro Akechi you fell in love with. The Goro Akechi you cared for when no one else would. When no one else could. The Goro that was human.

But would you still love him? Would you still care for him if you saw the real him? No, he knows you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t want you to, anyway. He never deserved your touch. He never deserved your kisses, however shy or bold they may be. He never deserved you. But could you? Could you even look him in the eye after he told you what he really does behind closed doors?

Could you even stand to be in the same room as him if he ever told you just how many times he ignored the pleas of the ones he’d damned?

He turns his head, ever so slightly, and suddenly his nose is buried in your hair. He breathes you in, but he holds it. He holds every breath he takes of you because he knows he could lose you. And he knows that one day, he just might. You’re both just in high school. As you worry about what career you should study for, you hold stuffed animals that Goro got you and hope that you’ll find your way. But as he schedules time to study for college entrance exams, he has to fit in time to kill too.

You inspire him to be a better person. You do. You truly, honestly do. But that inspiration can only go so far when he has a job to do.

Now he has to settle for moments like these. Holding you close and holding you tight. Remember the curves of your body, and trying not to think about how perfectly you mold into his. Feeling your heartbeat. Your breath. Your warmth. You have everything you have to offer him, even as you’re off in dreamland with the light of some stupid documentary making it hard to hear your tiny little snores. It’s overwhelming. And somehow, that’s okay. Somehow, that’s perfect even.

And he thinks, it’s all because it’s you.

you stumble across dan heng in heat. dan heng x fem reader wc: 2k content warning(s): nsfw, hsr spoilers mdni banner by cafekitsune

“Stupid girl,” Dan Heng hissed. The grip he had on your neck was tight, and you squealed helplessly as he kept you in a vulnerable, bent-over position on his desk. Your stomach lurched inside of you as the man drew his hips back, right before snapping it roughly up against yours.

Your legs shook as you gripped onto the edge of his desk. Dan Heng refused to let up on his pace, thrusting wildly into you as if he was into heat. Well—he was, and you’d made the mistake of wandering onto him when he had explicitly warned you to stay away.

“You never know when to keep that nose of yours out of trouble, don’t you?” His fingers curled into the flesh of your neck, and you choked out, hot breath fogging up the surface of his desk. “You just had to fall right into my lap. This is all your fault, got it?”

You moaned mindlessly. His cock was disgustingly thick, the inhuman nature only so much more evident now that you were aware of what a hormone-scrambled, lust-crazed dragon he was. The bright flush on his face was a clear indicator of his heat, and the singular thing the man had on his mind was to fuck you and fill you up with his cum until you’d be brainlessly bred.

“Sorry!! I’m- I’m sorry-,” you eked out. His dark eyes flashed dangerously, and you cried out when you felt him fuck into you harshly. His drooling tip kept invading your tight walls over and over again, molding your sweet cunt into the shape of his swollen cock.

“Are you really?” He angled his thrusts slightly, and you recoiled onto his desk, clawing futilely at the polished surface. “Doesn’t matter now. I’m going to make sure you fully understand the consequences of your actions. That’s only right, don’t you think? Take responsibility.”

You swallowed thickly, panting like a dog. Your entire body felt so hot, like the man had lit your skin on fire. Heat trickled and pool, coiling and twisting like an angry snake deep inside of your stomach. Your cunt drooled at the friction, the arousal building up inside of you making your mind go blank. 

All you could think about was one thing, and that was the man fucking you from behind.

“So rough…!” You gasped desperately, the heat stifling your breathing. “You’ll break me…!”

“Good. I want to break you. That’s what you get for teasing me. You underestimated me, didn’t you? You underestimated just how much I could do to you…” You shuddered when you heard him laughing darkly, his pace quickening just a hair. You let out small “ah- ah- ah-”s matching with his thrusts, and your gut curled when you could hear all the lewd, sloppy noises your pussy was making.

He lowered his head a little, hushing his voice so you could barely hear him over the wet sounds of your so-called lovemaking. “You hear that? That’s all you. Am I making you feel good? I am, aren’t I? Don’t lie to me. I can feel that cunt of yours squeezing up all around me. Having a cock stuffed up in your pussy feels good, doesn’t it? Do you like it when I move inside you like that?”

You nodded incoherently. His words were swimming through your ears, and the knot building up like a welt inside of you was threatening to break any minute now. You wondered if anyone would stumble in upon the two of you, going at it like animals in the distant corner of the archives, your moans shamelessly echoing around for Dan Heng to swallow up greedily.

“It feels good…!” Your back arched as he abused your sweet spots, cock rubbing endlessly up against your warm, slick walls. “‘M gonna cum- I can’t control myself…!”

He smiled to himself. He knew he wasn’t thinking straight, his mind overrun with the carnal need to claim you, to fill you up, to completely make you his. But seeing you bent over with his dick stuffed inside you, knowing that he was the one making you feel this good, knowing that he was the one who could see your naked body and do as he pleased to it, only made his animalistic instincts grow worse. Dan Heng wanted to keep you like this forever, moaning and mindless, pussy stretched out by his stupidly big cock, with nothing but him on your mind.

“Are you gonna cum?” He teased. “Gonna cum on my cock? Good, good, that’s how it should be. My cock’s the only thing that could make you cum. I’m gonna fuck you so good, fill you up with my cum, to the point that having sex with anybody else won’t even feel good anymore.”

He paused, laughing sardonically to himself once more before staring down at you with sickeningly lovestruck eyes. “Not that I’d let you have sex with anyone else after I’ve had you like this.”

You shook your head, pushing your hips back up against him eagerly. “D-Don’t want anyone else… Just wanna have you- Only want you-”

Ah.

The possessive streak inside of Dan Heng swirled precariously. Did you realize the things you were saying to him? The way they made him feel? Here he was, stuck between balancing his respect for you versus the inhuman lust that was racking his body, and all you had to say to that was to fuel the flames even further. He bit the inside of his cheek, his territorial instincts going wild.

“You’re already playing a dangerous game with me,” he growled. “Don’t you dare make it worse.”

You moaned and clawed at his desk. He kept thrusting into you wildly, consumed with the need to claim you as his. His grip would undoubtedly leave marks on your neck, and yet being manhandled and pinned down on his desk like this only aroused you further.

“I’m telling the truth…,” you mewled. Dan Heng faltered for a moment, his breath catching.

Did you upset him? You wanted to look back at him and see, but before you could say anything, the man let go of you. You moved to turn your neck, but Dan Heng gruffly grabbed at one of your thighs and lifted it, forcing you to spread your legs further for him to thrust deeper inside of you.

“Ah- Wait, wait- You’re going so deep-!” You cried out. You slumped against the desk for dear life, clinging onto it as Dan Heng began fucking into your hole at a brutal new angle.

“Take it- Take it all-!” He commanded loudly. “I told you not to tease me… You’re mine now. I’ll make you mine!”

You nodded, hanging your head. You could only stay there, sandwiched helplessly between his strong body and the thick desk with no choice but to take his dick. He fucked you hard and rough, leaving your pussy throbbing and aching with need. It was too good, enough to make your head spin and your thoughts to waver and slip. 

“More, more- Fuck me more, Dan Heng!” You pleaded needily. “Want to cum on your cock- Want you to fill me up…! I’m yours- I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”

“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” he breathed. The grip on your thigh was firm, keeping you stuck there as he slid his dick in and out of you. “C’mon, cum for me now. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good. Ruin yourself for me.”

You whimpered, throwing your head back and letting the physical pleasure consume you. So good, it was so good. All you could think about was how good it felt to be stretched out all over his cock, your pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper, milking him selfishly, wanting to be stuffed to the brim with his cum until it’d leak out of your fluttering hole and down your legs… 

The knot swirling and tightening in your stomach was on the verge of breaking, and you could feel your orgasm approaching closer and closer. Slick ran down your thighs, and your body felt ridiculously hot, spiraling on the edge of no control. Dan Heng gritted his teeth, snapping his hips up against you ruthlessly, right into the spot that made your cunt clench up around him. You were taking him so well, letting him mate with you so obediently, even if this whole thing was a mess of your own making.

He slammed right into your sweet spot, and you tensed up noticeably against his frame. Your vision started to blur and fade to white around the edges, stomach twisting in and dropping like you were on a roller coaster. “Cumming…! Dan Heng- More- I’m cumming, I’m cumming…!”

“Nngh…!” The man let out a strangled cry when your cunt clamped down on him like a vice, your orgasm washing over him. Seeing your face contort with pleasure and your body shaking under his touch made something in his brain snap, and Dan Heng gripped onto you like a ragdoll as he thrusted wildly up into your overstimulated cunt. He ate up all of your wounded cries, pure instinct overwhelming his body like a drug for a few moments before his own arousal overtook him and knocked out all of his senses.

You gripped onto the table, your mind slammed to a complete stop. “D-Dan Heng…! Ah- Cum inside me!”

He clenched his jaw, forcing his hips up and his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. You moaned, your legs threatening to give out from underneath you. He pumped you full of his cum, his heavy balls tightening up against your entrance as he coated every inch of your walls white. You shuddered when you could feel his scalding hot semen pile up inside of you, rushing straight into your womb and gushing out from your hole. Dan Heng tried to keep as much of it as he could inside of you, using his cock as a plug of sorts, and you buried your head in your hands as you forced yourself to take in deep breaths. 

The desk kept you grounded as an anchor of sorts, and when the world slowly stopped spinning and your thoughts began returning back to you, Dan Heng carefully let go of his tight grip on you. You slumped down onto the floor, sticky loads of cum dripping out of you and forming a small puddle in between your legs.

Dan Heng couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even though shame prickled at his body. Did he do that to you? Did he really say all of those things towards you? He didn’t know whether to hate himself for losing control as he did or to continue feeding his selfish needs, his cock still craving your soft, sweet pussy.

“Dan Heng…,” you quietly started. The man kept his face emotionless as you peered up at him, smiling at him sweetly as if to assuage his worries. Something tightened inside of his chest when he saw you grinning at him, as if he hadn’t fucked the living daylights out of you just seconds before and as if it wasn’t his cum that had flooded your walls.

You watched with curious eyes as his cock hardened up again, twitching against the cool air at the sight of you sitting before him. How good would it feel if he took you again? If he fucked you until you couldn’t walk or think? If he fucked you until the entire train knew who it was that was making you scream and lose your mind with pure pleasure? Dirty thoughts ran rampant in his body, the aftereffects of his heat still lingering all over him.

He swallowed, licking his dry lips as he motioned for you.

“Up. We’re not done yet.” The dragon’s eyes glowed dangerously with a hint of jade and gold. "We’re not stopping until I say so.”

Until he was sure he had made you his one and only mate.

gustav klimt: expectation

I fucking agree with this. grow up fgs

Okay sit down we need to have a talk. I have never been so disappointed in this fandom. Who the actual fuck though it would be okay to send death threats to Asagiri. You're being childish you are being idiotic and you need to stop. I have seen shit as someone who was in both the Voltron and the My Hero fandoms and this shit is not okay.

I shouldn't have to tell you not to send fucking death threats of the series you are investing your time into. Telling people not to bully others over fictional characters shouldn't be a controversial statement.

Be better than this.

some after party kinda thing :^)

˖  ݁ . ࿓ DROWNED IN REALITY’S GAZE ( AVENTURINE. )

🎬 premise. in his reflection, he saw eyes harboring secrets, and lines mapping tales of triumph and struggle. in our reflection, he saw shared laughter, whispered promises, and the unspoken language of devotion. in his reflection, he saw a man of solitude with stoic resolve, a man that has truly — lost everything. [ late bday gift for @aventurne :D ]

In a pool of water, Aventurine stared into the depths of the substance — watching as he combed back his unruly blonde hair. His eyes loomed over as he witnessed another “him” in the azure liquid performing the same action.

Despite others' inability to perceive a difference between the two, stating that it's merely a copy of himself lingering in the waters, he disagrees with that statement wholeheartedly. Even when decorated with the finest fabrics and leather shoes, his eyes narrow at the sight of himself, scoffing before walking in the opposite direction. A mockery of the person he’d become is what puddles of water resembled to him. A harsh reminder, a cold greeting, the feeling is worse than chains binding him to the ground — worse than hands creeping onto his skin only to scar it.

A lost man in rags, dirtied hair filled with sin. It is a lost man in expensive clothing, drowned in gold, with his hair combed and high-quality items adorning his person, yet he is still filled with sin. Keeping one hand behind his back, he could feel it trembling as he grasped it. The twitching of his fingers would forever remain a hallucination, the hesitation to move them anymore clouding his brain before he stopped clutching it into a fist. He released the tension from his joints — allowing his hand to rest on his side.

That same hand rested in yours, a choice between left and right — yet you chose the one that almost flinched on instinct with every contact. “Is something wrong?” you would inquire in a mellow tone, caution evident in your voice. Every syllable was full of vigilance, a gentle rub of the back of his palm.

“Of course not, what made you think otherwise?” he’d do a dramatic wave of his hand, stare at you with a cunning grin full of falsity — intertwine your fingers as a sign of assurance, and hope you believe him. He’s okay, he’s fine — the hole that swallowed him spit him out a long time ago, he’s free.

(Don’t let it shake, don’t flinch, don’t allow anything that could indicate that you’re not fine.)

“Are you.. certain?” your gaze was one he would fail to understand, what could he have possibly done to earn it? He was scarred, buried under sand, lacking the certainty you craved desperately. Your hand reached out to cup his cheek, watching as his eyes slowly shut.

An alleviated smile graced his lips, not even you could discern what his inner voice was muttering — was it tormenting him? Screaming to allow him a moment of having a loose tongue, even? “I’m certain.”

(You’re such a liar.)

You felt him lean his head downwards until his cheek was fully against your palm. The skin was slightly rough, for your knowledge that the not-so-presumptuous man’s external battles allowed you to swipe your thumb across his cheek.

I wonder what’s going on in that head of yours, Kakavasha. You sighed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his nose. Will you ever allow me to peek into your bridled mind?

Adjusting his clothing during early mornings was one of your favorite activities, lighting and brushing the fabric to ensure the lack of wrinkles — making sure the collar of his shirt was neatly folded, all while sneakily snatching his hat and placing it onto your head.

“How do I look?” you’d stand proud, gripping the edges of the hat until you found a comfortable position.

“Wonderful, you likely outclass me wearing it.. not something I’d ever willfully admit.”

The chuckle that escaped your lips wasn’t too mellow or too boisterous, containing the sweetness of your voice that he sought after every morning. “That so?”

A gentle kiss to his cheek, a reminder that your presence was the soothing medicine he never thought he’d acquire. You gently grabbed hold of his hands, bringing him towards you until the mirror captured both your positions. Your very essence would never be able to be captured, not even by your other “self” shown in the glass.

The longer his gaze lingered on the surface, the more his mind felt as if it would shut down. His emotions were a complexity not even you could solve, your love was the greatest treasure he’d ever found — but was it enough to relieve the ache in his chest at the sight of the other “him”?

Perhaps if he held onto you tighter, that ache would magically fade. It was a gamble, one he was all too familiar with — his hold on you tightened, only slightly. Are you afraid to let go?

(No, that can’t possibly be it.)

You took it as a mere loving gesture, unaware of how he swallowed his words at that moment to make sure he could breathe properly.

(Breathe, everything’s fine — it will all work out in your favor.)

Everything did not work out in his favor.

The next time he saw his reflection in the mirror, it was shattered — pieces of glass fell and landed on the wooden tiles. A representation of the shape of his soul, battered and bruised, shattered and unable to be repaired even with all of the pieces. A few would eventually get lost in due time, the smallest shards would be required to complete the entire puzzle.

He clutched you tightly to his heaving chest, crimson stains on his gloves and clothing. Gaiathra, did I truly deserve this? Is this the “luck” you’ll continue to serve me?

(You deserve every last drop of their blood.)

There was a feeling of freedom in his hands, as restraints were ripped into quarters and he was robbed of his breath. A knot formed in his throat, until a weak sob escaped from it. There was nothing he could do to stop the tears from flowing from his eyes, as they no longer glowed brightly - blocking the sights of the sun, the broken mirror, and your lifeless body, as well as himself. The wretchedest of all beings, the supposed luckiest soul in the universe, the one who loathed to see his other self, was the most miserable of all beings.

"I failed you," he declared with a firmness that almost stopped his heart from beating. It was habits such as biting his lips until they bled, habits that he had promised himself he would not allow himself to revert to in the future. “I lost.”

The next time he walked through the streets of Penacony, he found himself looking at a lonesome puddle - where his reflection was once again, mocking him for what he had lost, for what he had become, for what he could've had. He knew that his other self would follow him wherever he went, a curse in disguise that would follow him until the day he drew his last breath.

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Aquamarine Hoshino “Aqua” (星野 愛久愛海) - “Oshi no Ko” - Episode 2