Pretty Boys Covered In Blood _(:3 )_ Is It Yours? Theirs? The Enemies? Either Way, The Way The Iron Splattered

pretty boys covered in blood _(:3 」∠)_ is it yours? theirs? the enemies? either way, the way the iron splattered across their faces and blossoming in rivulets on their blades is just divine, i’d believe in faith if they were my religion — on my knees, cleaning the crimson fluids like it’s my last meal or the best feast to ever exist.

Yay looking forward for it laven, i will prepare my heart for the heart breaks tomorrow hehehehehe.

-angst anon

mwah its up angst anon !!! 'm also working on the cheating one + kazuha ones hehe <3

mhm i get u so much on that post my favourite thing other then degenerate kinks is like ball worship, god i love men and there sweaty plump filled to brim with man cream sacks wanna have them on my face while i kiss them wanna have them up against my clit just wanna slobber on them till they got soaked with my saliva - degen anon <3

oh you simping simping for them breeder balls… it’s so dirty and degrading to wanna fill your mouth with the sacks of a man, n i know kazuha fucking loves it. every lewd sound, sucks and slaps, makes them heave with loads ready to fill you up <3 just you begging for his balls and worshipping them like it’s your last day on earth

laven has so many dark thoughts ehehe <3 it’s super hot today for me, so take care of yourselves! drink lots of water, take ur meds and eat good meals !!! (‘m going out to eat rn mwah) i lov u all my foot lickers ehe (i don’t have a foot kink giggles.)

also majorly simping for pirate wife beidou <3

angst intermission to watch movies :3 (hanahaki with childe for angst anon is at 900 words, should be up by tomorrow hehe - just gotta stuff it full with the good stuff)

How about childe gets angry and then reader threatens to commit suicide. (hahahahah you totally get my thoughts laven be extreme all you want).

-Angst anon

0.7k word response to this and previous ask of angst anon <3

prompt: imagine childe having a sensitive darling and the darling is like has a past and when they met childe everything changed. One day childe received a mission from tsaritsa and this mission requires childe to get close to someone for him to get the info so he decided to charm the daughter of his target and yeah that's where he cheated. And the reader saw it, the reader decided to confront childe at the scene but at that same time childe almost got his info.

content warning: mentions of suicide, death, violence, cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, yandere (both parties)

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You could withstand the cruelest blows onto your body, whether it be unwanted love or the neglect that comes with the mood swings of your captor. What you couldn’t stand was another woman. You knew from the start that this wasn’t love but for Childe to get up and return home with notes of sweet perfumes on his collar, embracing you with faux words while charming another, it makes your head spin.

You may not have drank any alcohol in ages, but you sure could get drunk on this jealousy. Being trained by the Tsarita made your escape from Childe’s confines easy, you had just chosen to be broken by him yet he wanted a new toy? No fucking way.

You decided to hell with the obedient demeanor, breaking out from the mansion into the late chills of evening, dressed to kill. Knives concealed under your garments, you entered the venue of Childe’s night, adorned with chandeliers and individuals dripping in luxury. Flashing a smile at the Fatui guards and brushing past with the full confidence of the rightful lover, you blended into the crowds of politicians, nobles and elite.

No stranger to the scene, your eyes scanned the room while holding a flute of champagne before landing on the double-crosser and his scarlet letter of a mistress. Controlling the urge to smash the dainty glass in your hand took the steeling of your nerves as you crossed the dancefloor, anger boiling hot under your skin with each step towards the pair, acting like ditzy love-birds, in front of you.

“I hope I’m not interrupting. You seem to be having a wonderful time with your paramour.” You punctuate your sentence by splashing the drink down Childe’s front, soaking the man in the liquor with a cold face. All the watchful eyes of the hall stare as the drama unfolds, though you simply couldn’t care less. If they wanted a show, you would give them one, starring Childe as the unfaithful bastard.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” Childe hisses with a furious look, though it just makes you sarcastically laugh at his anger, viewing him as nothing as a wet dog that got caught with its paws dipped in mud. “And what are you doing with this lovely miss?”

With your lips curved upwards and an indignant tone to Childe’s misfortune, his patience snaps from your aggravation, though he sends a placid smile to the woman before dragging you off to the exit. “That was my fucking target and I was just about to be complete before you rudely interrupted me! Why the hell are you here and not at home?”

As if unable to hear Childe’s heated words, you smile undisturbed at his rage and draw a knife from under your sleeve. “So, you’re mad I caught you red handed with that girl? She’s so important to your mission?” You twirl the blade before placing it dangerously close to your throat, directly against the essential veins.

“If she’s that special to you, I guess I’ll just die, how about that, Childe? Did you not fucking think of me when you were seducing and screwing her? Did you think I’d wait patiently for you while you two-time? On Tsarita, you really are a fool. Do you think you can live without the consequences of deceiving me? I will paint your hands red with my blood and watch you from beyond the grave.” As if to prove your point, you graze the sharp edge against your skin, letting blood pour with a composed face though your voice trembles in pitches of seething fury.

Childe may have held you in his arms or watched you attentively to the delusion that he loved you, you knew better. The man had never let you near weapons and never even seen you bleed, so his agape expression of panic further fanned the flames of your temper. “Better yet, why don’t we die together, Childe? We’ll see each other in hell.”

Can you tell that I’m crazy and that I love Amy Dunne <3 I left it an open-ending (but reader might have a sneaky gun in their hand hehe....) so either Childe manages to calm them down???? But his mission is fucked anyways and so is their broken love <3