Gallagher X Reader - Tumblr Posts

— losing dog. ft. gallagher

— warnings: angst (still LMAOO), mentions of using cigarettes

— author's note: little miss loves to write angst lol enjoy :3

siobhan’s bar is as lively as ever. her mixing drinks as the flashing lights never ceased. she made conversation with customers like how a fallen leaf would cascade down a stream – graceful and effortless.

you’re snapped out of your stupor when the strange combination of tobacco and sweet candy invaded your senses. you could sense him just by the way his feet struck the ground. like how lightning would strike down a poor tree in its rage; you would recognize even in his ugliest form and still call him beautiful.

“fancy seeing you here, [name].” his voice was as suave as ever. a cheeky and teasing smile as he took the seat beside you. “you haven’t been drinking without me, have you?” you only shook your head in amusement. siobhan had noticed his presence and quickly excused herself to attend to him.

“what drink will you order tonight boss?” she pressed a firm hand on her hip as gallagher stroked his chin in contemplation. he snapped his finger and leaned over the counter, “i’ll have a rouge era for tonight.” siobhan nodded and went straight to work leaving the two of you behind.

from the corner of your eye, you see gallagher take out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. noticing your stare, he gazed at you with a lazy smile and offered you a smoke. you gingerly took one from the freshly opened box and waited for him to hand over his lighter, but he never did.

“are you not going to let me light it?” you ask him but he only chuckled, tucking away the lighter back in his pocket. 

your eyes widened when his arm snaked behind your head and pushed it towards his. you let out a noise that was a mixture between a protest and squeak that made gallagher chuckle. he held his cigar steady his hands as he lit up yours with his own. a stream of smoke rises into the air and when yours has been lit, he casually let go of his hold on you and leaned back on his chair.

“there,” he said without a care in the world. “now it's lit.”

you take a big inhale of your cigar. the burning feeling of smoke entering your system as you exhaled deeply with a shake of your head. taking your drink that’s been sitting on the counter for too long, you take a ginger sip as you peaked at gallagher who was already looking at you.

after his drink was made, siobhan left the two of you alone. she probably noticed the tense air that sat on your shoulders so she wanted to give you two some space.

gallagher doesn’t like the silence that sat with the two of you so he took it upon himself to chatter away; talking about the sweet dream’s specialty then it was the history of syrups and soulglad. then he spoke of the secret on how to match a drink’s aroma and flavor to its drinker’s personality perfectly. 

you don’t know how long he had chartered away but it must have been a long while because siobhan is now handing him the keys to her bar as the last customers finally got up to leave. the cigar you’ve been smoking has been long finished and has been laying limplessly in your fingers as siobhan bid you two good night.

“for someone who loves to prattle about deep relationships with drinks and its drinker,” you say swishing your drink in its cup, “you don’t really make an effort to keep the relationships you make stay afloat, do you, officer?”

you needn’t explain further on what you meant. if you could recognize gallagher with the way his feet struck the ground, then he could as well. gallagher could recognize you even when blind. the way you only clink the rims of your cups together in cheers, or when you hold a cigarette in between your middle and ring finger. gallagher could recognize you even in death because you bring him to life.

“i already said sorry, didn’t i?” he knew sorry wasn’t enough but he didn’t want the mood to plummet down even further so tried to chuckle it away. “what? should i get on one knee and beg for your forgiveness now?”

maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say so he sighed deeply when you remained strained on your drink. he stood up from his seat and took hold of yours. strong arms caging you in your chair as you finally looked at him behind your bangs.

“i really am sorry, [name].”

you know he meant it. you just didn’t want to accept it.

a bitter chuckle left your lips as you cup his face with the hand that held your already used cigar. like a dog, gallagher nuzzled the side of his face into your palm, his stubble pricking your hand but it didn’t bother you. his hand came to hold yours as he pressed a kiss on your wrist – right where your pulse would be.

“i wish we could stay like this forever.” you say above whisper as you let gallagher kiss up your arm until you could his warm breath on your ear. “the streets are scary when it's night time.” 

you felt your hand slip from his face and lay limp at your side but gallagher’s own gloved hand came to hold yours in a vice grip. despite the cloth being a barrier you felt his coldness spread throughout your palm.

“don’t worry,” you felt something slip in your finger as gallagher pulled away. he gave you another cheeky smile, “i’m your guard dog aren’t i?”

you turned off all the lights and locked siobhan’s bar. double and triple checking to make sure everything was in place. shoving the keys in your coat pocket, you speed walk down the dimly lit streets, trying to keep your paranoia at bay. 

you look up at the sky remembering the story you told a pesky little dog in one of your visits. 

a man blessed by the gods would traverse the depths of hell for the return of his beloved. all he needed to do was to never look back as he held her hand. 

“would you look back?” the dog asks you. “if he didn’t look back, it would mean he loved her less, wouldn’t it?”

you laughed at the dog for his answer. but when the same fateful day comes to you, you can’t help but frown, because the dog was right.

“no one can change the ending of their story,” it never rains in the dreamscapes, it is a perfect paradise after all, but strangely enough you felt the ghost of raindrops fall on your coat and soak through your clothes like tears. “orpheus will always turn to look back at eurydice; to love is to turn around. there is no other version where orpheus doesn’t.”

and so you did. you turned to look back at the dog who lazily leaned at one of the walls as he waved you goodbye. you’ve betted on a losing dog, but you didn’t regret it; not one bit, not when that same dog got on one knee the other day with a ring pop in hand and slipped it on your finger. and that same dog who lazily waved goodbye was the same dog who slipped an actual ring on your finger a couple hours ago.

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Random tweets from HSR men + my oc at the end

These are really fun to make

Honkai Star Rail request rn or I'll blow this place up.

Specifically looking for Dr. Ratio requests (loml) but any other is welcome!

Status: CLOSED

(if you send a req after seeing my requests are closed, your request will be deleted)

A HUNDRED KISSES ! ੭୧. . . showing affections and kissing penacony men. x gn! reader + unedited.

Aventurine slowly takes your hand, the one riddled with pretty pearls and rings and slowly caresses his cold lips against the jewels, stirring you from your slumber. You awaken to his ravenous eyes—the color like boysenberries hitting cyan—and he smiles, the softest tips of his lips lifting when he sees your eyes flutter open. He stamps a precious kiss at the back of your hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“…You’re back early.” You shuffle on the mattress, adjusting your eyes against the dim light. How was the business transaction—? You wanted to ask, that is until you see the exhaustion creeping up his expression, and the notable purple bruise forming at the edge of his lip.

You gasp at the sight and Aventurine cannot help but chuckle weakly, “Unfortunately, we did not reach a consensus yet.”

“Are you okay?” He winces when you lift a tender finger to his cheek.

“Yeah, nothing to be concerned with.” there’s a touch of ached bitterness in his expression when he sneers, “These clients just have a lot of things to say—or, aggression for this matter, towards an IPC mongrel.”

Irritation and anger spikes through your chest, your brows furrow at the spiteful treatment Aventurine receives from time to time. You pull away from him, leaving him cold in the mattress as you shimmy to the edge, feet touching the carpeted ground. Just before you can stand, you feel Aventurine’s gentle clutch on your satin sleeping wear.

“Where are you going?” There is panic in his tone.

“I’m going to get medicine and cotton for your wounds, are you sure you’re alright?” It’s a rare sight to see, Aventurine’s colorful eyes wide with fear, he holds your hand firmly like he’s scared to let you go, scrambling for your warmth.

“I just—“ He starts. “I want to be with you, for a bit, please? don’t leave.”

You immediately deflate, returning back to the mattress and pulling him with you. You brush the meager strands of his bangs away from his face and he revels in your simple affection, allowing you to pull him into a snuggly hug, he noses your collarbone and you rub your cheek onto his messy blond hair. When you have him securely in your embrace, you tip his chin in your direction and kiss him softly.

Plush, soft and simply delicate, Aventurine’s kisses have always been like that. Though at times, he also had the tendency to be greedy, greedy in a sense that if you give him a single sweet kiss, he will willingly reciprocates it, tenfold over.

He lifts a hand and cups the back of your neck when he feels you retreat. “Not enough.” he’s breathless, pulling you back into a kiss more passionate than the first. After a minute, he pulls away from you only to bite the tip of his gloves and discarding it, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Cold fingertips creep up your bare arms before he wraps it firmly around your wrists.

“Wait, let me at least place medicine on your wound first…“

“Later.” Aventurine breathes softly on your lips, pecking it. “Please kiss me more.”

Under the soft, golden gleam of the lounge, you’re having trouble trying to figure him out, when he looks at you with his droopy, apple-colored eyes your chest stirs, when he tries to guide you somewhere he places a sturdy palm on the small of your back and your cheeks heat. Truly, you did try your best to deny it even after being drinking buddies for a very long time—Gallagher still feels like a stranger to you, but you can’t help but feel like a mess whenever he gives you the barest of attention.

You just cannot help it, not when he hums deeply at your every drunken rambles, patiently listening as you murmur complaints about your colleagues, not when he tips his head back and laughs at your jokes, his Adam’s apple bobbing and tresses of his brown hair fall all over his forehead, returning back to his fruit beverage with a momentary smile to his lips and smile crinkling his eyes.

And especially not when the light-hearted atmosphere between you both plunges into dripping tension when you had mentioned how you never had your first kiss. You’re now hyper aware of his arm that’s mere inches from yours in the bar counter, and words flatten on your tongue when you feel fingers pinching your chin, pulling you to meet his eyes.

A certain type of energy swallows the soft, jazz atmosphere around you. It was only the two of you after all, tonight he invited you to drink after closing hours.

You can feel his strong arm dragging your seat closer so his nose touches your own, lips inches from yours and gaze holding eye contact.

“May I?”

“Please.” When the words left your lips, Gallagher closes the distance and presses his mouth to your own, capturing your face in his calloused hold. Oddly, his tongue tasted like tobacco and candy, his stubble pricking your jaw but you didn’t mind, not when your heart stirs and crackles as he consumes you whole, like a licking flame that continues to burn you deliciously from inside out.

You wanted more, so you wrap your finger around his velvet tie and pull him in, eliciting a soft grunt from his chest. You cannot understand, you truly don’t know what makes this roguish and messy man so addicting.

“You..” Your cheeks feel heated and you sputter out, “You damn officer.” Your words stumble like a drunk and a deep, rich chuckle escapes his lips.

Gallagher fixes his tie and smiles teasingly at you. “Is it everything that you hoped for?”

Only because it was you, finally it was you. “I suppose so.” You touch your lips, then grab your glass. “Can I have a refill of the Dreamjolt Special?”

Gallagher smiles, taking your glass as his touch lingers on yours, pulling away reluctantly he says, “Sure thing, sweetheart. Just for you.”

Dr. Veritas Ratio holds a penchant amount of stubbornness and narcissism, this usually revolves around creating certain self-portraits of himself through wet clay and chisel tools.

However, these days, the sharp-tongued scholar has been plagued by the thoughts of someone. A mere mediocre whom he had been acquainted with for a few months due to recent collaborative projects. Probably the only one—besides a certain gambler and a few fools at his guild—who could infuriate him this much.

Yes, infuriating is a good word to describe you.

Infuriating with the way you try to ruffle him up at every given opportunity, infuriating with how you can keep up with his snarky comebacks and debates. Infuriated with the fact that you can sometimes flood his whole mind to the point he can no longer focus on his thesis and books, slowing his progress indiscriminately.

And, Aeon forbid, how infuriated he was that he enjoyed that sweet kiss you gave him one late morning between the bookshelves of the University library, where his shaking hands that held an encyclopedia completely slipped from his grasps, abandoned on the floor as he grabbed your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

A sigh escapes him and he shakes the thoughts away, “this is just ridiculous.” He hates how crave slowly aches through his chest, circulating its intensity through his whole body because all he wants to do now is to just hold you in his arms and kiss you again.

Ratio rolls his shoulders, leaning back focusing on the statue in front of him. His face scrunches at the half-done plaster in front of him. In normal circumstances, he would have molded the clay into his usual self-portraits, but what stares back at him was someone else, someone that he had grown to think about often than none, you.

Embarrassment heats up the tip of his ears, his thumb lifting to trace the clay that beheld your enamoring features, he murmurs lowly. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

Ever since Robin’s departure from Penacony, you had no one else but her older brother to seek company with, and Sunday had no one else but you to quench his loneliness and to heal his exhaustion after a day’s work dealing with The Family.

Sunday had always held something special in his heart for his beloved childhood sweetheart. He always showed kindness towards you, even when you were kids, he always stuck to you. He’s willing to share his strawberry tarts, grabbing a napkin to dab away crumbs from your mouth, willing to hold your hand securely on his and give you piggy-back rides. He even allows you to give him cheek kisses, more than willing actually, and he remembers being all bubbly and delightful after receiving your kisses, his wings flapping enthusiastically beside his ears from how happy and blushy he gets.

Even now that you are older and more mature, holding more responsibilities than back then—his soft-hearted mannerism is only reserved for you and his sister. And with Robin’s absence, he tries his best to make time for you into his busy schedule, always keeping track of days where you are out of practice so he can take a stroll with you down Golden hour’s enthusiastic streets, catching up in jovial conversations and buying strawberry tarts on a stand. He spends time with you in the Dreamscape and outside of it—as per Robin’s constant recommendations when he receives her letters.

The only difference now than when you were kids is that Sunday’s affections for you blossomed into something more.

Behind closed doors, within the private space of his office in Dewlight Pavillion, Sunday has you on his lap. No words were truly as you cup his face, he takes your hand and turns his head to seal a kiss on your palm, kissing your fingertips and your knuckles. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face on the crook of his shoulders,

You cannot help but breath out a laugh, lips murmuring on his ear. “If the other Family head finds you in such a state, they would have thrown quite a fit.”

“That’s hardly a concern.” He answers without much as opening his eyes. “I need you in my arms, I can deal with pressing matters later.”

“Greedy. Didn’t think you missed me that much if you are putting Family matters on hold just for me, how endearing of you.” You blow gentle air on his wings, it flutters under your warm breath.

“Mind you, you’re the one that came to visit me, no?” Sunday pulls you away from his neck to stare at you, his eyes a buttery gold. “Maybe you’re the one that misses me.”

“Maybe.” You peck his lips, Sunday follows your lips when you pull away and you cannot help but smile when he finally, finally he kisses you, fully satiating your yearning.

Hey, can I request Penacony boys with fem reader that has niece with personality like Yaoyao?

In canon, yaoyao could describe as a kind adult soul in child body.

So it will be cute when see reader’s niece takes care her workaholic aunt, or maybe follow reader around.

That's such a cute idea of course I'll write it <3

Meadowsweet

sypnosis: your niece has been wanting to meet your boyfriend for some time, however, her focus is more on taking care of you than their presence pairings: Sunday, Gallagher, Aventurine x fem! reader (separate) A/N: I did Penacony natives and Aventurine since he's a guest representative btw

SUNDAY

"Oh? And who might this little one be?" your lover, Sunday, was for once not busy with his work and was taking a small break before you and your little niece entered Dewlight Pavilion. She had been asking non-stop if she could meet your boyfriend for quite some time and since your sibling was planning to take a vacation anyway you agreed and took her with you. Nevertheless to say, she was quite amazed by the dreamscape of Penacony and your lover as well.

"She's my niece. It's alright I brought her, right?" Sunday petted her on the head before turning to you, nodding with his usual-charming smile, "Of course, I don't mind." The sight before you really was quite adorable. Sunday crouching down to meet your niece's height and the sparkle in her eyes was conspicuous. However, she frowned a little before crossing her arms. "Aunty told me that you're always working and never have time for her." you nearly choked at her statement- which was true, but you never told it to Sunday's face directly like she did. "Oh, is that true?" he was still smiling gently but you knew he'd wanted to talk to you later.

Your niece nodded her head and you think you've never seen such a disciplined face on her, "Overworking leads to stress and worsens your well-being. Remember to take sufficient breaks every now and then!" Sunday was silent for a second before chuckling and agreeing with her. "I'll try my best."

Although your niece wanted to know more about Sunday and what he does for a living, she was busy the whole time taking care of you. The only reason why Sunday was able to take a break today was because you took some workload off of him and you were more than exhausted, thinking just how he can handle everything by himself. She was running through the entire Hotel, getting drinks and snacks for you and even bought some incense for you- with your money, though. Sunday had been offering to help her as well but she shushed him, telling him that "he needed a break as much as you did."

Now, the two of you were sitting on your couch in the hall with your niece bringing you snacks and even some medication for your migraines. You sighed when she disappeared again saying something like, "Sunday's sister has a sore throat!" or something and Sunday chuckled again, causing you to turn your head at him. "You've taken a liking to her?" you asked softly and he took your hand, nodding. "I suppose it's something new to have her here. But I worry I won't be able to continue my work later on."

After the three days of your niece living at Dewlight Pavilion, your sibling texted you, saying that her vacation has ended and that it's time her daughter gets back home. But knowing your niece, she was first telling almost everyone to take care of themselves and not to overwork for the sake of their health. When it came to Sunday, she told him the same with some other details like trying to set certain times to take a break and he nodded, acknowledging her advice.

"Do I really have to go now?" she asked you and that pitiful face almost brought you to tears- why was she so adorable? "I believe your mother also needs you, no?" Sunday said, petting her on the head again. She agreed before taking your hand in hers. "Okay! Remember what I told you, Uncle!" she said as she waved and your cheeks reddened as she called him uncle. Sunday didn't mind though and waved back. "Get home safely."

Once your niece entered one of the Penacony Spheroids, Sunday placed his hand on your shoulder and kissed your cheek. "Tell me once you've returned, alright?" you smiled before giving him a small peck and nodding. "Of course, I'll do that."

GALLAGHER

"Hello! One 'Cosmic Turbidity' please!" a small voice said, placing some credits on the bar counter. "Apologies, not for sell for- what the." your boyfriend, Gallagher, wanted first to turn away the child ordering a cocktail but then saw you, seemingly passed out, lying on the counter. Your niece shoved the credits with her small hands closer to Gallagher, "It's for her. She doesn't like the smell and will probably wake up then." Gallagher stood silent for a second at first, eyeing your passed-out figure and the small girl on the bar stool before slowly turning to the glasses and ingredients to prepare the cocktail.

"What are all those ingredients?" she asked while pointing to the bottles Gallagher was holding. He showed the label to her before pouring them into the glass. "Odd Concoction, Soothing Soda, an Ice SoulGlad and a Stellar Champagne." Once Gallagher cured the ingredients, your niece listened carefully with full focus.

"So, how do you know her?" your boyfriend asked, pointing between you and your niece while he decorated the cocktail. "Oh! She's my aunt! When we were in our room, she was so exhausted and I told her to take a small nap, but she insisted on bringing me to the bar since I wanted to meet you. Long story short, she passed out a few meters away from the bar entrance."

"Uh...huh..." Gallagher slowly turned to you and remembered that you helped out some Penacony locals at Golden Hour the past few days, which probably caused the exhaustion. He sighed internally before finishing the drink and placing it next to your head. "If you wanted her to take a nap, shouldn't she just remain unconscious?" Gallagher asked and your niece shook her head. "No, No! Sleeping and losing consciousness are two very different things! Passing out does not make anyone get to sleep in the way the body needs to perform in the best way possible." Gallagher nodded before you suddenly sat up, almost throwing up.

"Oh, god- Is that-" "Yup, Cosmic Turbidity!" "bleh-"

Gallagher took the glass from you and placed it behind the counter. "G'morning, Sugar." you sluggishly lifted your head and smiled softly. "Morning.. wait what?" You turned to your niece, who smiled at you, and then back to your boyfriend. "I guess that she brought me here?" He nodded as he prepared another drink for you to freshen up, "Yup, quite the worrisome."

"I'm not worrisome, I just like to take care of people." she cut in, crossing her arms. He laughed as he finished your drink, handing it to you, "Sorry, Sorry, she is quite the caretaker." you chuckled softly before you saw Siobhan next to Gallagher, placing a small cup in front of your niece. "Oh, thank you, Miss." She smiled at her before walking back to her other customers.

"How long is she staying?" Gallagher asked you and you help up two fingers, too immersed in your drink. "Alright, that's plenty to take care of you while I continue working."

AVENTURINE

"Well that was fast between you two," Topaz said with Numby in her arms, "Naaww, can't believe you're a dad now, Aventurine." she added before Aventurine shook his head. "Don't get the wrong idea, Topaz. This is her niece." Aventurine, who was currently holding your niece on top of his shoulders, had a teensy tiny encounter with Topaz on the way to his chambers- much to his dismay. "Niece, huh?" Numby jumped out of her arms and she lifted her head, taking a look at the small girl on Aventurine's shoulders. "Well, a child is a child, even if it's not yours." Aventurine sighed before ignoring Topaz' further comments and making his way to his bedroom and you.

"Was she your colleague? She looks nice!" your niece asked and Aventurine shrugged, "Yeah, she is. Did she make you uncomfortable, by the way? With her assumptions?" he asked while holding her steady but she shook her head. "No, no worries. Everyone makes assumptions, there's nothing wrong with that." she said as she wiggled her legs a little and your boyfriend chuckled softly before finally entering his bedroom, seeing you on your bed.

"Sorry we took so long." Aventurine carefully picked up your niece from his shoulders and placed her on the ground, letting her walk to you herself. "It's no problem. You didn't even take so long. I haven't even finished unpacking her things." As you sat on your and Aventurine's shared bed, a seemingly small suitcase lied beside you with half of its contents. While your lover and your niece wanted to get some snacks from his office- the ones you always bring him that he stashes in his drawers, while you unpack your nieces clothes and bathroom utensils. However, you were moving a little slow, probably because you were tired from everything- mostly worrying about Aventurine while he was still in Penacony.

"Aunty! I said I could unpack my things. You need to rest!" your niece immediately pulled her suitcase off of the bed and began continuing your work and she'd push you back on the bed when you tried to get up. "Stay on the bed, pleeaasee?" you sighed as you gave in and simply shifted to the centre of the bed before Aventurine plopped down next to you. He moved more towards you until his head was on your lap and he smiled at you, "Say, she's quite the carer, yes?" he asked and you nodded. "Yeah, she's like an adult in a child's body, at least that's what my sister, her mother, says." Aventurine hummed before stretching himself and lying plumb on you again, turning to your niece. "Do you wanna accompany us tomorrow to get some new things for your best aunt?" he asked and your niece nodded her head profusely, a wide smile on her face.

Nevertheless to say, Aventurine spent around 3 Million credits- which is nothing to someone like him, though- but by all himself. You and your niece stayed at his chambers after you were beginning to get dizzy the whole morning, and after a mutual agreement between Aventurine and your niece, he went out to get medication for you while she was with you and making sure you don't over exert yourself. And when you had to go somewhere, she'd either go there herself or follow you closely- not that you minded.

"Here, some ginger tea- it should help with your nausea." your niece said, handing you a cup of steaming tea and you thanked her, taking the cup from her small hands. "Now, drink slowly and take small breathing breaks in between- also breathe in the steam a little." you nodded and did as she told you to. After not so many minutes, your lover came back to your room and sat beside, placing some medication he bought on the bedside table. "Did you get the Onsandetron?" your niece asked as she looked over to the items on the table, but Aventurine's face only showed confusion as he looked to you and then your niece. "The what now?" she sighed with a smile before taking a package and popping out a tablet for you.

ꜰʀᴇʏᴀ ꜝ ⨟ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: this is fun to think about

✧ a/n: for those who don't know exactly what this means (also shoutout to freya the god of love), there are 3-5 'types' of (romantic) love. eros, romantic love, ludus, playful love, pragma, enduring love, and then there's mania which is obsessive love and agape which is universal love. The last two can sorta bend in a familiar or platonic way as well as romantic.

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

✎ wc: 3.3k

⎯ Aventurine

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Aventurine prefers to flirt, to have fun, be a little silly with his love. After all, life’s too short to not enjoy it. He wants a partner who will not only put up with his games but also join in and enjoy it, someone to tease who will tease back. He would love a deeper connection as well, but before that comes fun.

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” Aventurine calls from the apartment door, making his way to the kitchen. You weren’t cooking anything, simply sifting through the fridge for a snack. His arms wrap around your waist as the scent of his near overbearing cologne washes over you. He presses his lips to your neck and peppers it with a bunch of fleeting kisses, mumbling about his day into your skin even though you didn’t ask. When you dared to try and pull away, he only pulls you closer, pinching at your waist and grinning. “Awhhh, are you not happy to see me?”

He doesn’t give you time to reply, hauling you up and turning on his heels. You don’t get to complain, not before he practically throws you on the bed and throws himself onto you. He wastes no time finding your most ticklish spots, waiting for you to ask for mercy. “I want a proper welcome home!” He exclaims, like you hadn't given him enough attention. Not like you can do what he wants while you do your best not to laugh, squirming underneath him, trying to break free from his tickle attack.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Ratio isn’t necessarily the best at showing his affection, he is head over heels for you. Absolutely and irrevocably in love, and it only grows with each passing day. He’s quite the gentleman when you get past his cold demeanor, and is quite by-the-book.

You had met him in his classroom after his classes, to give him the lunch you had made him. He regards you with a brisk ‘mh’, You are used to this reaction, and you don’t take it to heart. He tells you he’ll be home a little later, and apologizes. Silence stretches between you two before you tell him it’s alright and start to leave the room.

“I am sorry, my love,” He grabs your wrist before you can fully turn around. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours as he apologizes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Dinner tomorrow.” He’s so blunt with it, like you have no choice. But he says it with such sincerity, an emotion that is hard to get from him. His eyes linger with yours as you nod, before letting you go and returning to grading his student’s papers.

⎯ Boothill

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Boothill loves with his whole heart, but he just can’t take it seriously. He’s always teasing you, whether it be sultry words, little touches, anything. He loves making you blush.

Tonight, you two are at some bar he had dragged you to, and it’s quite lively. Which gives Boothill ample time to show you off, his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever someone comes up to talk to you or him. He leans in ever so closer with that toothy grin, eyes half-lidded as he whispers something about how cute you look tonight. When he sees even the tiniest blush begin to bloom, he amps up his flirting tenfold.

Over the entire night, he makes little comments that turn into big flourishes of his love for you, small, teasing touches that trail from your shoulder down to your hands, interlocking your fingers. He leans in close and whispers against your ear, not necessarily just flirts, literally anything he can think of, like that you guys need to put soda on the grocery list or something. It’s the way his breath fans over your ear that causes goosebumps to riddle skin. You try and hide your blushing face, but he grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his gaze, using his hat to shield your faces from the rest of the patrons and pressing a kiss to your lips.

⎯ Gallagher

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. While Gallagher may not sound like it, he’s romantic by heart and looks for a partner he can spend his life with. He wants to settle down, enjoy something that lasts. And he prefers a partner that does the same.

He was lounging on the couch at home, a rare sight normally. When you walked into the living room, he greeted you with a lazy smile, reaching for you like he wasn’t a 30 something year old man. He grabbed your wrist and guided you into his arms with a yawn, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. He lets out a deep, rumbling ‘mmm’ as he does so, sharing no other words.

Any time you try to break free from his hold, whether you wanna eat or need to go to the bathroom, he groans. He doesn’t say much, whispering quiet ‘love yous’ here and there, and if you really do have to get up, he practically follows you around. He’s rarely ever clingy, he’s probably one of the most independent people you know. He’s only like this when he has something on his mind, and marriage isn’t exactly a far off thought…

⎯ Sunday

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Sunday is a textbook romantic. A dinner and a movie, roses, have you home by ten, he’s the whole package. Anything you could want, you will have. There’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase in your living room, and perhaps a new poem for/about you every month.

Whatever he gave you in reality, he gave you tenfold in the Dreamscape (especially since he can). This includes his affection, where you two are hidden away… somewhere in Dewlight Pavillion. Somewhere where Sunday promises no one will find you two. It’s not as if you two are doing something lewd, he’s nestled up against your chest, that’s about it. But, he’s been yearning for some time alone with you since forever. With how busy he has been, he hadn’t got a moment alone with you.

“I missed you.” He states. His work is secondary to this moment, as he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, before nuzzling his cheek into it, all the while his eyes stay on yours. He has you flustered by the way he does it so desperately, yet so… carefully. He needed this, but he didn’t want to allow himself to lose his composure. So, the best he could do was steal you away when you were bringing him his mail, leave you breathless with a few tender kisses and gentle touches, and lead you back to your way out of the Pavillion.

⎯ Argenti

AGAPE ; UNIVERSAL LOVE. Love, devotion, and worship go hand in hand in hand for Argenti. He loves with his heart, body, mind, and soul. He loves unconditionally, every little bit of you, even the ground you walk on. Where the water wet your skin, where the dirt kissed your hands, he loves and loves and loves.

You two are dancing in your kitchen, to a soundless beat. The only rhythm coming from your barely-heard footsteps and the clank of Argenti’s armor as he shares such a moment with you. It is rare that he is home, always out on some adventure across star systems, but it is always a celebration when he is. Atleast, he makes it a celebration. Laughter fills the room as you try your best to keep up with his steps, the man elegant and flawless, as usual, while you stumble just a tick behind.

“You’ve got it, I know you do.” Argenti coos as you do your best to fall into his steps, still stumbling every so often. He dips you down, eyes searching yours with that content smile plastered on his face, before he pulls you up and chest-to-chest with him. His eyes sparkle with mirth, spinning you two around as if your kitchen was a real and proper ballroom, swaying gently. His eyes closed then, humming some tune, a song lost to time that only he remembered. He had hummed it on your longest days and on your darkness nights, the days you weeped and sobbed in his arms, and the days you had turned to him with such a bright smile. A tune that resembled something homely.

⎯Sampo Koski

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. While Sampo can be quite the romantic, he prefers to tease and play with you instead. Sure, he could dance with you all night long, bring you fresh roses everyday, but where’s the fun in that? He finds it much more fitting to flirt with you on end, brag a little about his ‘sales’, splurge a little for you every now and then.

You walk into your bedroom to find Sampo laying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, a rose in his mouth. He gives you a mock-sultry glare while you stand there, dumbfounded, halfway between disgust and laughter. Rose petals decorate the bed, and the room, and you tell yourself that you’ll have to remind him later that he’ll be cleaning it up.

For now, though, he beckons you closer, and when you do, he pulls you onto the bed quickly, spitting out the rose, and peppering your face with kisses. The room fills with laughter as you do your best to break away, but he continues this torrent of kisses, rarely taking a breath. When you complain that ‘it’s too much!’ he only ups the ante, kissing your neck, your shoulder, any exposed skin he can find. You simply just have to accept your fate, now…

⎯ Jing Yuan

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. He who has waited for an eternity yearns for an eternity spent in one’s arms. Jing Yuan has lost most of those dear to him, if not all. While he knows life will reach its end, he cannot help but wish he had someone to spend the rest of it with.

It is very rare for Jing Yuan to be free for even an hour, and yet here he was, a whole day to himself. He’s lounging in his room, basking in the sun while you lay in his arms, reading a book. You two barely share any words, yet the silence between says it all. It’s a comfortable feeling, something that feels like home, something he cherishes every second of. It’s one thing to find home within the Xianzhou, but it’s another to find home in someone’s arms.

He tilts his head as he looks down at the book your reading, contemplating if he wanted to pull your attention away from the book, or not. With a soft ‘hmph’, he makes his decision to leave you alone, choosing to nuzzle into your hair instead. You don’t react, which he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer as he closes his eyes. Perhaps an afternoon nap would do him some good…

⎯ Blade

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Not even death could keep Blade away from you. His own suicidal tendencies, his never-ending want to die, his need to die, his own voice begging for a means to an end, it all washes away when he sees your smile, as if the sun is greeting him once more after such a wretched eclipse.

He knows he has loved in the past, and yet when he recalls that feeling, Blade is only met with a burning feeling akin to rage clawing its way through his chest. He prefers to not think about it much, focusing on Elio’s script and whatever mission he’s been dispatched on. Yet, when he’s met with you laying in his bed, messing with his phone, waiting for him, a different kind of feeling weaves its way into his heart. Something warm, a kindling, of sorts.

His own voice quiets when he allows himself to feel that feeling, peace, perhaps? He’s quick to brush it off, shove it down along with any other emotion that was daring to well up, and takes a seat next to you. When you look up and beckon him closer, he doesn’t accept. But, he does lean in, and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It’s a rare display, you can’t remember the last time he even dared to hold your hand. And before you can question him, he’s gone, out of the room, leaving his phone behind, like always.

⎯ Luocha

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Luocha is quite the romantic when he wants to be. Since he spends most of his time wandering, he doesn’t get to see you very often. But when he returns home, he loves nothing more than to share stories of his travels and hold you in his arms. You are his anchor, what brings him back to reality when his thoughts drift to the distant churches and candle wicks that give way to angry flames…

He finds you sleeping on the couch, phone in hand, twitching every now and then, but making no real reaction to any sound. It was clear that you were waiting for Luocha to come home, and had succumbed to sleep. Luocha had texted you 4 days ago that he would be home, and you yourself had no idea how long you had been up, the past couple of days had skewed your perception of time. By now, it was around 3:00 am.

With a soft huff and an even softer gaze, Luocha scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bed. He’s careful, doing his best to be as quiet as possible as he carries you, but you still wake up. You mutter a slurred ‘Luocha?’, and all he does is shush you, shaking his head and greeting you with a warm smile. You don’t get time to protest as he lays you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. He will join you later, as much as he wants to lay beside you now, he’d like to get settled back in, first.

⎯ Dan Heng

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Dan Heng tends to retreat into himself, a lot. Ever since he revisited the Xianzhou, this has become a habit of his. He doesn’t exactly push you away, but his ‘time to think’ seems to overtake your guys’ alone time. Regardless of it all, he always comes back to you, finding home safe in your arms.

He wakes in the dead of night, his past life’s memories catching up to him once more. He doesn’t cry or scream, his breath is shallow, as he listens to the silence of the hotel you two were staying at. He stills for a moment, the scars of the past fading into a blissful nothingness, before he looks down at you. Sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered by Dan Heng’s sudden awakening.

His body relaxes as his mind quiets finally, the simple sight of you reminding him that the past is the past, and nothing more matters right now. He settles back into bed, taking a moment to admire your face, hesitantly reaching out. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing to your hairline, tucking a strand behind your ear. You don’t even flinch, but you instinctively curl up closer to him. Dan Heng graces your sleeping form with a rare smile and a huff, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

⎯ Gepard

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Gepard may be shy about certain things, that doesn’t mean he is lacking in the romance department. His job may keep him away from you for quite a while, but he always finds his way back to you.

It had been quite a while since you and Gepard had a proper date, or even night out. Oftentimes, he’d come home late into the night, too exhausted to even eat, and all he would want to do is cuddle up next to you in bed. He loves his job, he truly does, even if it means coming home at near 2 am and waking up at 5 am. Of course he wants to spend as much time with you, but some days are harder than others, and he wants to stay as healthy as he can.

Tonight, however, he’s come home early. At 6 pm to be exact. A completely normal time to get off work… if he wasn’t the captain of the Silvermane Guards. Before you can even ask why he’s home so early, he hurriedly asks you out on a date. His face is only slightly flushed, and the minute you say yes, he lights up like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. He takes you out to one of the nicest, fanciest restaurants in Belobog, and he just cannot contain the giddy smile all throughout the night. He stares at you as if you are straight out of a movie, eyes practically shining everytime you laugh.

⎯ Caelus

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Caelus doesn’t take himself too seriously, even if there’s a stellaron housed inside of him. So why take love too seriously…? Not that he doesn’t love you, no, he adores you. But between all this trailblazing and saving planets and researching stellarons and what not, he doesn’t get much of a chance to be a little silly. And you, luckily, are his escape from that.

He barges into your room with the brightest smile known to man, his hair a little messy, and what you can only hope is soot dusting his cheeks and hands. Caelus looks so proud. Too proud. In his hands he holds what looks to be a worn out raccoon plushie, also blessed with a heavy dusting of soot. You stare at him blankly as he does not explain himself, simply waltzing over to your bed.

“Our son.” He states, so proudly, as if he had brought the thing into the world on his own. Desperately in need of some fun today, you play along, telling him ‘our son needs a bath.’ And Caelus looks at you as if you have offended his entire lineage (which, apparently, is two people now.) He jokingly chastises you for calling your son ‘dirty’, and “How could you say that to him!?” “He’s just a baby!”. Though, eventually after hours and hours of him threatening to put his sooty hands all over you, he washes the stuffed raccoon. And himself.

⎯ Welt

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Welt has seen lifetimes pass, and lifetimes more come into the universe. He’s vowed to himself to love whoever comes into his life as long as he loves, to love hard and never back down. He dreams of church bells ringing while the scent of roses fill the air, rather than the mournful gong of those ringing bells, signaling someone's end, or the bittersweet smell of lilies.

He holds you closely tonight, practically bathing in your cologne, eyes closed as he hums a tune from some far off timeline. It is a quiet, tender moment, one that is very rare between the two of you. Welt could spend all his time on the Astral Express and still never have enough time for you. He is greedy in that way, seeking any time he can with you, even if it is only for 5 minutes.

He himself doesn’t know why he’s feel especially wanting tonight, but he doesn’t busy his mind asking himself why. Time and space is infinite even as constricting as it feels, and he knows better than to keep himself occupied with such silly questions. The day he catches himself not missing you, yearning for you, is the day that he will wither into stardust.

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The way hoyoverse took the time to add the vein details of Gallagher's beautiful hands. Also, him being skilled with the saxophone for sure means he's good with his fingers if you know what I mean.

(Not my photos. Got them from twitter but I can't find the users who posted them. Credit to them tho.)

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

even more (kpop) songs that remind me of hsr men, but I give a horrible and delulu explanation, part 3 (Final part unless I write ✨women✨ too)

i’m like mildly sick (i feel a migraine coming on bc weather where i am) so I’m posting this a day early cause smth tells me i won’t post tomorrow (sat) so hopefully this holds us over until mon :)

sunday- stay by blackpink

he probs has abandonment issues on top of the trauma the family put him through

therefore, he wants his partner to be there and stay with him

“I'm always anxious if you're gonna leave me today/I just want you to stay”

boothill- danger by bts

how a relationship with a galaxy ranger is full of danger and possibilities 

“You’re the only one I have”

discusses hardships and how you persevere 

“Hope a miracle happens so that you love me more than I love you” 

luocha- maestro by svt

“Crazy is the new normal/because we change the world” 

“Amidst complex notes and rhythms: I’ll always be with you”

following the lead of the maestro will lead to success

literally listened to it and was like “luocha would like this!” even though he probably wouldn’t lol

gepard- now by troublemaker

making the right move and not hesitating before it’s too late

“Don’t hesitate/Before it’s too late now/Don’t push me/further and further away”

No time like the present, so what are you waiting for? gepard doesn’t seem like a hesitant person, but the type to carefully weigh his options

caelus- I’ll see you there tomorrow by txt

“I believe we are meant to be/you can be late, I’m always here/I’ll wait for you tomorrow” 

Caelus seems like a patient guy who wouldn’t mind waiting for his lover, as long as there’s no sorrow, he’ll wait 

gallagher- soñar by nmixx

discusses dreaming (and the dreamscape isn’t actually reality) 

“always daydreaming, our life” 

changing what is happening to ensure you can chase your dreams

Idk I think this suits him 

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pt 5 of hsr crumbs (last part unless i write for most of the girls [robin, ruan mei, and lingsha have been requested] too)! various hsr x reader

warnings: none! just fluff :) 

word count: 255

taglist: @sheyfu, @ayrastv. lmk if you’d like to be added!

gallagher: 

puts together drinks and snacks in a little basket according to your preferences

learns to make your favorite alcoholic/non-alcoholic drinks 

creates playlists for you that you both add to

may play this special playlist while he’s working

would love if you trace over the scars on his arms, but it’s not likely he’ll admit that! 

very considerate of both your and his time

Random deep conversations about life and different beliefs

overall, 10/10 he’s so cool ^.^

luocha: 

god forbid you get sick, but he will be your nurse

at your every beck and call (simp/j)

your biggest admirer 

takes you with him whenever he can- but always makes sure you’re never in any eminent danger

protective but very kind towards you that most people don’t see

y’know how he wears this mask to hide his true feelings to others (ex jing yuan)? all of that is thrown out of the window with you involved

10/10, he does his best to take care of you, and he does it splendidly

gepard: 

takes you all throughout belobog assuming you’re not from there

very good with kids and if you are too, you spend time with small children and help them with anything they might need

like if you’re touring the overworld or underworld, he’s going to be with you constantly

the best tour guide cause he knows all of the good places 

very loving and gets flustered if you compliment him excessively

if his siblings love you, it’s game over for you (not actually, that just means he knows how trustworthy you are)

overall, 10/10, he’s so sweet it hurts <3

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Gallagher and playful bites

~warnings: mostly fluff, slight spice at the end, fem!reader, MDNI!

~a/n: I can't get over his voice line of how he was a menace when he was younger and would just bite everyone. Also, his 'rawr' at the end. I can't! I love him so much! ;-;

Gallagher is a goofball and he seems like the type to playfully bite his s/o. He'd bite you anywhere really, but his favorite places to bite you the most is on your neck, shoulders, and thighs. One time when you two were cuddling on the couch, you were absentmindedly rubbing his stubble, enjoying the feel of it as you watched TV. As you were distracted, he caught your finger in his mouth and softly bit down. The unexpected action pulled your attention away from the TV. Scowling at him, you ask, "What was that for?" He doesn't even acknowledge your question. Instead, his attention is fully focused on the film playing. He sits innocently as if he didn't just bite your finger for no reason.

Early mornings are filled with soft touches, slow kisses and playful nibbles. As soon as he wakes up, he turns over and immediately wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The ticklish feel of his stubble causes you to wake from your sleep. You sleepily giggle, wiggling in his hold. "Good morning beautiful." He says in his sexy, morning voice. His voice is deeper and has a lower baritone in the mornings when he first wakes up. The sound so calming and soothing that it makes you want to fall back to sleep. The warmth from his body keeps you comfortable and shielded from the cold morning air. His hand slowly rubs your stomach as his lips trail soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder. As you relish in the feel of his soft touches, he unexpectedly leaves a little bite, snapping you out of your peaceful headspace. "We've barely woken up and you're already biting me." You tease. He smirks against your skin, continuing to lay little pecks across your skin. His teasing nibbles and kisses tickle the skin of your neck, causing you to burst into laughter. You try to push him away, but his arms tighten their hold on you, bringing you closer against his body, making you unable to escape his tickle attack. He finally stops once he thinks you've had enough and you promise him kisses.

When his head is buried between your legs, he spends extra time worshipping your beautiful thighs. Trailing your skin with kisses as his hands rub your thighs. Praises and compliments leave his lips in between kisses. While your mind is hazy with pleasure from his ministrations, he nibbles and licks marks into your skin. Once he's done, your thighs are decorated in his marks, claiming you as his. "Always a beautiful sight to see after I've finished."

Can I request headcanons for Sunday, Welt, Gallagher, Blade, and Dan Heng react to his gn s/o telling him that they can't sleep in the same bed as him because they will cling onto him like a koala bear in their sleep?

Sunday: ‘all the more reason for me to keep you close.’ He says smiling as he pulls you into bed with him.

And he wasn’t joking when he says this because then he’ll know that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon without his knowledge, seeing as how all he had to do was open his eyes and you’d be there, clinging onto him very much like you said you would.

He’ll also use it as an excuse to watch over you as you slept, something he doesn’t find weird or creepy as he expects lovers to watch one another in their most vulnerable states.

It’s for your own protection he swears but then why did it feel controlling?

(You never speak up about this out of a deep guttural feeling that you should wait to see how this all plays out, he couldn’t keep this character up forever. You love him but…something didn’t feel quite right but you were more than willing to play ignorant for the time being.)

Sunday finds this information to be adorable and utterly sweet.

However in private he wonders to himself, more specifically about who could’ve possibly told you that clinging onto your loved one during the night was anything other than prof of your love but just in a different form, and ways he could go about proving them wrong in a thousand different ways.

Until then he’ll indulge you in anything and everything to prove that there was no one out there that could compare to him as a lover.

Welt: ‘there’s no need to feel embarrassed, if anything I’d be more than honoured.’

Welt loves the honesty and trust you have to confine such information about yourself to him in confidence.

It’s a reminder of the strong foundations of your relationship, however he couldn’t help but find it cute that you’d ever think he’d be annoyed at the prospect of being cuddled at night.

If anything it makes him love you all the more if that was even possible.

He won’t pressure you into sharing a bed with him but he’d be more than happy if you felt comfortable enough in doing so.

He’s not a dick, he’s a gentleman.

He’s also extremely reassuring about it too and will tell you that he doesn’t mind you clinging onto him at all. If anything he’d probably encourage you to cling onto him in your sleep if that’s what helps you sleep easier.

Welt is more than willing to accommodate for you no matter what, just say the word and Welt will give you his unwavering support.

Gallagher: ‘don’t temp me with a good time sweetheart.’ He’d tease whilst pulling you in close until you were nose to nose and chest to chest.

News just in; big intimidating wolverine man likes cuddles. He’s a secret cuddle bug, though it ain’t a secret to you, obviously.

He just loves the feeling of you close by, knowing that you were just within arms reach of him were reason enough to have him sleeping with a content smile upon his face.

He’s just finding more and more reasons to squeeze you into oblivion because you’re just so fucking adorable and precious in his eyes.

He will want to prove you wrong in not sharing a bed with him by making you share the bed with him all the time. So you might as well get use to it because you’re not leaving anytime soon with his strong of a hold he has on you.

If anything Gallagher is worse when it comes to clinging on to you in his sleep. Firstly he won’t let go and if he feels the slightest bit of pull, he’s already shifting his body weight further on to you, trapping you beneath him and making it neigh impossible to move even a muscle.

Blade: ‘as if you weren’t already clinging onto me like a koala.’ He’d say sarcastically as you’d pout and smack his arm before moving away from him to convey how ‘hurt’ you were to him.

‘That was a compliment you worm.’ - Blade.

‘Well it didn’t feel like one.’ - you, huffing as your lips went into a full blown pout.

Your efforts in making him apologise fails as within one swift movement, you were caged in his arms as you could feel him breathing down your neck.

‘Look who’s the clingy one now.’ You’d try to tease, only to hear him chuckle. ‘No. Still you.’ He’d reply and you couldn’t help but cuddle further into him, uncaring of the fact that you were still very much proving him right.

Blade may act like he hates you clinging onto him but yet he couldn’t help but melt into your embrace and find the much needed sleep he’s been missing out on for so long.

A sense of momentary peace washes over him whenever you touched in, whether that be a graze or otherwise, his mind seems to clear with you; sure he’ll tease you but if he genuinely didn’t like it he would’ve told you straight up, after all Blade’s not the type to mince his words.

He’d much rather have you cling onto him for the rest of your lives than never be unapologetically clingy at all. He never admits it but he loves it when you cling to him in your sleep, you made him feel like he was with more than he ever gives himself credit for.

Dan Heng: Not gonna lie, he’d be in absolute heaven if you were to cling to him in your sleep, but his face would be like this the entire time: 😐

He’s trying his hardest not to let his true feeling show but he somehow fails whenever you shift in a way he doesn’t like and without thinking, pulls you back into his arms and keeps you caged against his chest.

You’re most certainly not complaining but then again you never expected Dan Heng to be the affectionate type when sleeping.

Dan Heng on the other hand took this opportunity to hide away his face into your head/neck area, but it’s not out of embarrassment, but more so because his dragon noodle self wants to leech off of your warmth and engraving your scent into his very being.

‘Are you purring?’ - you in the middle of the night.

‘No. Maybe…*sigh* yes.’ - Dan Heng probably.

He acts like this wasn’t something he’s been wishing for ages, when in actuality it was probably the first thing he’s dreamt of when he first discovered that he had a crush on you.

Something that he has yet to admit to you to this day but never will because it’s a hill he’s all too willing to die on.

CW; double penetration, threesome, pet names, degradation, praise, literally brain rot & not proofread because i wrote this on a whim

wrio and gallagher tag team because i cannot stop watching & thinking about that tiktok "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა !!!!! they are so so mean! the meanest :( sandwiches you between them as they run their hands all over you ahhhhh >ᴗ< be a good girl and let them play with you or else you’ll get handcuffed with your hands behind your back!

but where’s the fun in being a “good girl” right? you’d piss them off by turning your head away each time they tried to kiss you, resulting in gallagher gripping at your cheeks with an angry smile, “stay still—” ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! and you’d reply “or what?” with a cheeky grin! and that was it! usually they’d have infinite amounts of patience when it comes to you, but not today ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

you could feel them poking you from the front and back, the flimsy skirt you’re wearing bunching up everytime wrio presses closer to you, making you squirm and buck back against his bulge (///▽///) he’d grab at your wrists roughly before securing them behind your back with his handcuffs!

meanwhile, gallagher wraps his hand around your throat, tugging your head forward so that your lips are inches away from his and you can feel his breath on your puffy lips ᡣ𐭩 “or we’ll have you stuffed with a dildo while we leave for work.” teehee — says lan

they’d manhandle you towards the bed and have you kneeling between them and straddling wrio with your face buried in his neck while gallagher gets behind you 🐾 the two work so well together it’s insane! wrio pulls you in by your nape to seal your lips together, pushing his tongue inside your mouth, teasing at your tongue while his hands rubs at your waist! all the while gallagher slides his fingers between your folds, sending snide remarks about how wet you are right to your ear, nibbling at your earlobes in the process

he has you cumming on his fingers with just a few pumps and rub of your clit! and wrio would tease you, says you’re “so sensitive,” and asks “how’re you going to take both of us if you’re already whimpering from just his fingers, hmm?”

wrio eases into you first! his fingers playing and tugging at your nipples while he kisses down your neck, telling you to relax for him!!!!! grunts and bites at your shoulder when he bottoms into you (꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) distracts you by kissing you again as gallagher slides into your ass!

both lets out the sexiest sounds known to mankind when they feel you squeeze around them, your juices coating and leaking out onto their thighs! moves at the same time, and your head starts going dizzy, it just feels too good! and and they’d tease you again, “so full of dick you can’t even speak coherently anymore?” you can’t even fight back, your whole body soft and trembling against them

you’d whimper their name softly when your head lifts when gallagher pulls at your roots, giving them easy access to kiss at your shoulders and neck ౨ৎ so so many praises! tells you “you’re taking us so well, pretty girl.” let’s not forget the degratory dirty talk though! “look at you sucking us in like that, you like having us fucking deep inside you, yeah? oh, we know you do, sweetheart.”

guides you through your high! knows you’re so sensitive from them practically impaling and splitting you in half ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა makes you relax into their holds as wrio plays with your clit and gallagher massaging your tits!

“that’s it, baby, just relax and cum for us. c’mon, you’ve got this.”

cums inside you after you orgasm and clamp down on them like a vice! you’re too blanked out to even notice them pulling out and pushing their cum back into you! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ cleans you up afterwards and you curl up between them, satisfied and ready to pass out <3

Gallagher with a cute little housewife!reader

~warnings: fluff, some spiciness, fem!reader, MDNI!

Gallagher would love to have a cute little housewife to come home to. Someone who cares for him, makes him dinner, and loves him. He loves when you wear your cute little apron that suits your figure nicely. (He wonders what it would look like if you wore nothing except for the apron.)

He usually can't help himself and takes you from behind on the counter while you're finishing up the cooking. He tries to be quick because he wouldn't want your delicious dinner to get cold. After dinner, he returns the favor and gives his thanks by doing the dishes.

He loves when you greet him at the door when he walks in, asking him how his day was as you kiss him on the cheek, telling him how much you missed him. He could just take you right there in the front entryway entrance. He can't help it. You're just so cute and such a loving, dotting wife. On the daily, he thinks about how lucky he is to have you as his wife.

He has you taste test the drinks he makes at home when he's coming up with new ideas. He loves how your eyes brighten as you watch him make drinks. The excitement and admiration is written on your face. Praises about how talented he is leave your beautiful lips. He gets a little bashful if you praise him too much. His cheeks slightly red as he looks away from your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. He's also a little bashful because your praise involuntarily makes blood rush to his cock. He never got much praise in his life so he didn't know that he would love it so much when you did it. He finally loses control when you call him 'my husband'. The drinks are soon forgotten as he carries you to your shared bedroom where he can show his undying love for you as your husband.

He's not a morning person so he struggles with getting up for work, but having you gently waking him up with kisses smothering his face helps a little (but not much because now he'd rather stay in bed where he can hold you and share slow, passionate kisses). If you really want to get him out of bed, promise him shower sex. He'll immediately get up, picking you up bridal style and carry you over to the shower. (In no way is it a quick shower.) While he gets dressed, you make him some breakfast and pack a little lunch for him.

You see him off at the front entrance, kissing him goodbye. Instead of a quick kiss goodbye, he cups your cheek and wraps a strong arm around your waist, pulling you close as he deepens the kiss. It's such a passionate, love filled kiss that you're left breathless once he pulls away. It's romantic but it leaves you with wanting more and debating whether to ask him to stay a little longer instead of going into work. You hold your tongue though, not wanting him to get in trouble because you know he'll say yes if you ask. He can't say no to you.

He can see the desire in your eyes even if you don't say anything. He feels the same way, but he disciplines himself and ends up going to work. He doesn't leave without promising to show you how much he missed you once he comes home. It's something to hold you both over for now.

He sometimes runs into you while he's out and about working. Seeing you helps his mood when he's getting annoyed from the newbie hounds. When he sees you, he takes his attention away from the young hound dogs he's training and puts it all on you. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging for you. He does get annoyed if his conversation with you gets interrupted by either a guest breaking rules or the young hounds messing around.

This man would be a simp for his wife. Enough said.

HSR Men in Relationships 1.5 (SFW)

Relationship headcanons for Aventurine, Gallagher, and Sunday <3

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Aventurine

❥A relationship with him is a slow-build 

❥Everything is a game to him and he will always win

❥When he meets you he is trying to get you to join in on one of his plans 

❥He sweet-talks you and offers a big payout if you join him but you refuse

❥Usually, he would call it a loss and move on but there was something about you that he couldn’t get out of his head

❥Aventurine knew he had to try again so a few days later he came back to you with a new approach

❥When he saw you again his breath got caught in his throat, his usual cool-headedness was gone, and for the first time in forever he was nervous

❥He didn’t want you to say no to him and he did not want this to be a business interaction

❥Instead, he wanted to know your middle name and how you liked your eggs

❥Looking at you from a distance he caught himself imagining a world where you were with him laughing and holding him 

❥You approaching him pulled him out of this as he now had to face the music

❥To his surprise you had your own business offer, one he couldn’t refuse

❥Since then you two have kept a playful and loving relationship where he treasures you and places you as a priority over any level of money or ICP business

❥You are his reason for living 

Gallagher

❥This man would steal the moon for you

❥You have brought so much light and joy into his life that he wants to find a way to repay you

❥He is a very classic boyfriend, you have not opened a door for yourself since you met him, and you have been given your own supply of his clothes

❥Gallagher takes the best care of you as he views you as an extension of himself 

❥What bothers you bothers him, any issue you have no matter how big or small will be dealt with 

❥Making you as happy as possible is what he aims for and nothing makes him happier than seeing you safe 

❥He’s the type of lover that will see you upset one day and come back with a puppy/kitten

❥ADORES cuddling with you (bonus if the new pet is there too) 

❥He comes home so drained sometimes that being able to enjoy lying with your head on his chest fixes everything

❥At night you like to trace the scars on his arms

❥You have never asked where they came from but you can imagine

❥You coming into his life is the best thing that has ever happened to him, he truly could not see a world where you two were not together

Sunday

❥Life for Sunday has always been very work forward trying to keep up the family’s image at all times

❥When he started to court you he drew out clear boundaries 

❥Never would he put you at risk and you were never to be involved in the family’s business

❥While he wants to share everything with you there are too many secrets that could hurt you so he keeps them to himself

❥With everything Sunday does he looks out for your safety 

❥No matter what is going on he remembers the little things like your favorite type of tea that can only be bought at a tea shop once every season

❥Everything must be perfect and you are perfect to him, he is going to do what what needs to be done to ensure your happiness and safety

❥He does not think you are helpless but why would he ever let anything happen to his love?

❥Sunday really enjoys planning dates with you

❥Any opportunity he can get to shower you in affection he is going to take 

❥Dates with him range from casual and meaningful to highly detailed and elaborate 

❥No matter the location or activity he puts his heart into it making sure you know how he feels about you

remember when you did the HSR hurt/comfort reader getting injured? i absolutely NEED one with gallagher, gepard and a character of your choice. you dont have to do this right away! just been thinking about it ‼️

Blade:

Feral. Absolutely feral.

This man gets somehow even more deranged the moment you get injured.

He’s pretty much foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog the moment his eyes noticed that you were unresponsive. If anything seeing you borderline catatonic tore Blade apart in the most painful way possible, just as his desperation to get to you before anyone else could do further harm became his mission.

Bodies were going to pile up real fast as Blade practically glides across the battlefield with grace, precision and a determination to eliminate any and all that stood to stop him from getting to you.

The destruction Blade left behind in that moment was unlike anything anyone has ever seen and Blade became a lot more dangerous man than before, many have reasons to suspected that he might’ve been holding back, and it wasn’t until now did they truly believe that their theory had weight.

After getting you away from everything Blade stayed incredibly close as you got patched up, going so far as to growl and snap at anyone or anything that he believed posed a threat to you or wasn’t doing their job right; he’d even pull out his sword as an silent threat/warning as to what was to come should you get worse rather better.

‘Blade I’m fine.’ You tell him, trying to stop him from killing the poor doctor who had just stitched up the last of your wounds. ‘I’m going to be fine, just please for my sake don’t threaten people who are just doing their job.’

‘I don’t trust them.’ Was all he said while holding your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

‘The wounds were too deep Blade,’ you began, ‘trust them or don’t but that doesn’t change the fact that they saved me.’ Blade didn’t say anything after that but from the clenching of his jaw and the conflicting emotions flickering in eyes, it was clear that Blade was still very much conflicted about everything.

Needless to say that after you had properly healed from all your wounds, Blade became unbearably overprotective of you much to your dismay, but if it was going to silence his doubts for good then you were more then willing to leave him to his own devices.

Gallagher:

Is more concerned about your well-being and getting you the medical attention that you required than anything else. He could have the perpetrator sniffed out within minutes, but would rather spend those precious minutes making sure you were okay and that you were going to be okay by medical professionals.

He doesn’t care if he gets shit for not having his priorities straight by Sunday, the winged cunt could fuck off and die for all Gallagher cared, because at the end of the day he was always going to choose to take care of you over his job.

He’d naturally give the job of hunting down the perpetrator to someone else of equal rank while he decides to step away from everything to take care of you as the doctors instructed. For there was just no way in hell would Gallagher abandon you when you were bed bound, it just didn’t sit right with him.

‘You alright sweetheart?’ He’d ask as he helps you sit up in bed. ‘I’m okay Gallagher thank you for everything.’ You said, smiling up at him. ‘It’s not a problem.’ Gallagher replies as he sits on the edge of your bed, flashing you a smile. ‘As long as you’re okay, that’s all I care about.’ You furrowed your brows. ‘Won’t Sunday be on your case for slacking off on the job?’

‘Maybe but who cares when that winged rat has been slowly loosing control of everything for a while now.’ The brunette said as he then shrugged his shoulders. ‘But all I care about right is making sure that you’re happy, healthy but above all, safe.’

‘But I’m already those things regardless.’ You said, squeezing his hand as he chuckled, kissing the side of your head softly. ‘Then I’ll just have to keep up the good work then hmm?’ He says cheekily before winking and lifting himself off of the bed to fetch you food and medicine for your recovery.

Gepard:

Much like Gallagher, Gepard is more concerned either your well being more so then anything else because to Gepard, you and your safety were his number one top priory.

However after seeing you get injured, he feels as though he had failed you or wasn’t fast enough to get to you, and will let it eat away at him for a long time too before you have to step in and remind him why that was absolute bullshit.

Afterwards Gepard would treat you like porcelain or glass whether he was aware of it or not. You understood why but after a while when you began to get better you’d have to start telling him to cut it out.

You’d might to sit him down and gently tell him that he didn’t always have to treat you as though you were going to break after every minor inconvenience. Gepard would immediately go red in the face and apologise for over stepping, but you’d only smile and hold his burning face in your hands and pressing kisses into his skin, which would only make his face burn even redder then before.

He’s just a sweet soul who’d do anything to protect his loved ones and takes it rather personal when he couldn’t when he shouldn’t, but that’s just the way he was and you loved him for it very, very much and you remind him of that every single day. After all at the end of the day Gepard only wants you to be safe and heal at an acceptable rate, he would even go as far as to monitor everything closely so that there be no room for any possible health complications.

Seeing you injured had made Gepard more scared more than he’d like to admit, and he would do anything and everything in his power to prevent it from happening ever again, because for as long as Gepard was still breathing he’d dedicate himself to being your shield for the rest of your lives together.

And that’s a hundred present guaranteed.

[ GALLAGHER BRAIN ROT. sub char <3 not proofread ]

Gallagher who likes laying in bed a little longer the morning after a rough night indulging in each other. His back facing you showing off the deep red marks you left. The memories of him hissing at the pain but still being a good boy by holding back his orgasm rushes back to your head.

Oh how good he looked, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead while fucking you desperately. Hands digging into your hips to keep them right against his, cock twitching in your cunt. Lips fluttering against your neckline, leaving sloppy kisses along it.

As you remember the night from before you couldn’t help the growing heat between your legs. Your thighs squeezed together, the pleasure getting more unbearable. You needed Gallagher, you wanted to drain him again, wanted to feel his tongue bringing you pleasure like the good husband he is.

But he’s sleeping right now, you would feel bad waking him up for a selfish thing. A sigh left you as you sat up, grumbling under your breath as you started getting up from the bed. But a hand grabbed your wrist; pulling you back down and above you is Gallagher himself.

Sleep was still evident in his eyes, and his voice was gruff and more baritone from waking up. “If you wanna use me go ahead, i’m all yours doll”. And you wouldn’t ignore the chance to see him shooting blanks.

Sorry for disturbing you but I just wanted to clarify in my request! I sent in my request yesterday and your rules are available today! Can I request sfw kissing headcanons for Gallagher please?

thanks for asking & i love getting gallagher requests bc hes so <3 !!

how he kisses !

pairing : gallagher x reader

rating : fluff

wc : 350

tags : reader has no gender, gallagher is clingy, established relationship, lots of kissing, reader is implied to be smaller than gallagher in size, so in love it's sickening, very very slight angst at the end if you squint

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how gallagher kisses you.

i think gallagher wouldn't even try to hide just how much he likes kissing your lips. to be honest, he likes kissing you in general. he usually wakes up before you, admiring you for a moment before leaning down to leave a kiss on your cheek. he hugs you from behind when he finds you in the kitchen, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. you giggle and try to get out of his grasp, his stubble tickling you and he resembles a wet puppy when you tell him so. he pulls his head back to press a firm kiss there instead.

gallagher may like kissing you everywhere but your lips will always be his favorite. you're sitting together when all of a sudden he holds your jaw to turn you around and press his lips against yours. his kisses are sometimes dry and sometimes so messy that you want to punch him. the type depends on the setting, if it's just a normal kiss he will leave a quick peck and grin as he sees you smile, if he's more in the mood he's all tongue and teeth.

he likes to pull you into his lap and just kiss you all over your face, neck, hands, shoulders- anywhere he can place a kiss onto. he loves to have his arms wrap around you, some kind of primal instinct to protect you kicking in. he finds it stupid, really.

gallagher prefers to kiss you when you least expect it, the flushed and surprised expression on your face just so adorable. you might be unaware, but he turns into a needy mush in your hands if you do the same with him. you're kissing him goodbye and suddenly, one kiss is not near enough and he has you trapped in the cage of his build to steal more of those.

gallagher who feels like he can only show how much he loves you with his lips against yours.

that's why he will kiss you at every chance he gets.

HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! pt three.

— featuring ┊aventurine, dr ratio, argenti, sunday, boothill, gallagher x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊2.1 MILD SPOILERS ON SUNDAY’S PART. not proofread, hsr men as fathers makes a comeback ! purely sfw (fluff), established relationships, slight random angst in argenti’s part (his part was long i was feeling a bit emo), mentions of pregnancy + labour but not the actual details of labour (lol), them jus being absolute sweethearts, cuteness overload i say (more tba!) | part one. part two.

— a/n┊hsr papas makes a BIG ASS comeback after months! i finally made a third part 2 this god bless 😋🙏 i almost forgot argenti so i had to squeeze him in LOL anyways guys we have sm girl dads… girl dad attendance pls!!! rocco song lyrics in the beginning of each thingy real not fake??? (i love rocco) | special tag! @rosequarzo

⊹ PAPA #1 : AVENTURINE

“𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎.”

⊹ aventurine would have twins, one girl one boy! (one of each wow) he would have a little princess along with a little prince! let me tell you, he was so excited when he finally got to hold his little younglings. he loves both of his kids sm, he probably cried during their births and held each of them, snuggling their small bodies against his chest (stop.)

“my darling.. thank you for this beautiful gift you gave us. you did so good.”

⊹ aventurine would bring his kids to work if you were too busy, and he still does! when they were still very tiny, aventurine would bring his little daughter and little son to work, taking great pride in his little ones as he brags about them to topaz and everyone else! sometimes his workers would see him walking with two little ones on each hand, his little ones singing a happy song while he nodded along and spun her and her brother around <3

his little ones are shy so, sometimes they’d hide behind his leg whenever aventurine spoke to anyone, with his hand on both of their heads (enough.)

⊹ aventurine’s little ones are literally copy paste of him, they both have his beautiful eyes, his hair, and copy his mannerisms! your genes did NOT fight when it came to them gn.. but don’t worry! your kids inherited some of your traits personality wise i’m sure.

“look, baby.. they have the same eyes as me.”

⊹ aventurine couldn’t be more thankful to be blessed with twins, sometimes he’d stare at his little ones and start tearing up, wondering how he helped you create something so pure. after the many challenges and hardships of his life, he finally got what he wanted most, love and his own family to care for. “papa? why are you crying?” his son blurted, glancing towards his sister before they both hugged their father, earning a chuckle from him as he sniffled.. holding both of them against him.

aventurine wiped the tears that left his pretty eyes, caressing his son’s cheek, and then his daughter’s, “nothing nothing.. i’m just so happy to be your father.”

⊹ PAPA #2 : DR RATIO

“𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄’ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.“

⊹ dr ratio would have three daughters, three little daughters to protect and also three little daughters who would sass him daily + humble him as karma for him being so mean to everyone else! it’s okay, he lets them <3 he loves them so much, he wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else!

“daddy your bed hair looks bad today!” one of his little princesses would say, he merely blinked in disbelief “who’s teaching you all these things, hm?” he said in a low yet soft tone. “you, daddy!” she answered

⊹ dr ratio is a strict father, but not overly strict. he would be strict with his daughters education, but he means well.. he just wants them to do good and follow their dreams! he would help them do their homework, projects, and help them practice things they’ll struggle at! he’s (more) patient with his three princesses than most and teaches them about all sorts of things

⊹ dr ratio who has a soft spot for you and his little ones, both of you are his pride and joy.. the light of his life. i’m sure when his daughters were still itty bitty tiny babies, he soothes or tries to calm his daughters down during fussy times by trying to make them laugh by putting on that dumb mask he always wore, and it would work! his daughters would giggle, grabbing his face as they nuzzled their noses against his (enough guys)

“you look stupid.” you chuckled, leaning against his arm while you held the other two girls in your arms. he would raise a brow as he shot a quick yet soft glare at you, pulling his daughter closer as he patted her back. “well, our daughter thinks otherwise.”

⊹ dr ratio would scare away any boy away with no problem LMAO when his daughters get older, and y’know.. they’re all having crushes or what not, he would easily scare them away! you scold him at times, telling him to give the boys a chance! he’s strict with who would date his daughters. despite this, he means well. he just doesn’t want his little princesses to get in any toxic or horrible relationships! he really does mean well :(( but sometimes.. his logic can be so strange

“i told you, that boy is not good for you.” he kept his arms crossed, staring at his daughter with a firm gaze.

“but dad! all he did was give me a hug!”

“that’s why he’s not good for you. he’s touching my daughter.”

⊹ PAPA #3 : ARGENTI

“𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎?“

⊹ argenti would have a son, maybe he’ll have more coming but a son will do for now <3 because of his constant travels, despite this, he had no knowledge of your pregnancy.. because he soon departed a few weeks prior you found out about the baby within you, leaving you alone. the labour was painful, you almost lost your life from how difficult it was without anyone by your side to soothe you except for the nurses. he wouldn’t find out you had a son until he returned to you one day, shocked to see a newborn baby nestled comfortably in your arms.. wrapped in a cozy blanket. “i.. apologize my love, i cannot stay long.” he murmured, trying to touch your shoulder but you pulled away from him :(( because of his accidental negligence, miscommunication would happen as you figured he just didn’t wanna raise the baby with you. you held the baby tight against your arms, trying your best not to tear up.

“.. no, it’s okay. i understand. i’m.. sorry for being a burden to you,”

“wait, my love.. i’m not leaving you completely.. i’m just—“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you turned, walking off

⊹ argenti would be filled with deep regret when he found out you thought of yourself as a burden, he knew he was selfish with his choices.. choosing to depart just one more time instead of helping his wife raise his own fresh and blood. because of his decisions, he probably never got to see his son grow out of infancy, making their relationship nonexistent. he knew you had done nothing wrong bearing his child, especially when it was through the love between you both that helped the child be conceived. this only made him want to prove himself to you oncd and for all, returning.. determined to give the love he failed to provide for both you and his son.

⊹ argenti smiled bitterly as son was now a three years old as he missed so many things.. his son’s first steps, first words.. he could no longer remain silent in the face of despondency that you seemed to hold within your precious heart he broke. you had carried his son in your womb for nine months without his knowledge, enduring the rigours of pregnancy and labour by yourself. you had done nothing wrong, and he was very much in love with you.. and loved his son deeply. he was determined to reconnect with you.

“i promise, my love.. i’m deeply sorry. i won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again. please, tell me anything that’s on your mind from now on, please give me another chance to deem myself worthy of your love.

⊹ argenti was a completely different man as he tried his absolute best to live the life he would’ve lived if he wasn’t so busy, spending time with his son and you. taking his son out on adventures and late night walks, teaching him about the worlds outside of the one they lived in now, he loves and cherishes his son.. of course. he just hoped that maybe one day, his son would love him enough to call and consider him his father.

“you see those? those three stars.. are me, you, and your mother.” argenti spoke softly, chuckling when his son nodded eagerly, nuzzling against him

⊹ PAPA #4 : SUNDAY

“𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍.“

⊹ sunday would have two kids, a daughter and a son just like him and his sister robin! but, instead of his son being older, his daughter is older! <3 sunday’s kids are either a copy of you and him there is no in between i swear. his two kids definitely inherited one thing from him though, his little wings by his ears <3 when you gave birth his children, his heart almost melted at the sight of their teeny tiny little wings protruding from their little heads, knowing it’ll grow the same size as his one day!

“my wings.. they have my wings.”

⊹ sunday would most definitely use his wings to play peekaboo with his babies when they were young, and they would always make them laugh (stop) sometimes he’d be left alone with them both and if they grew fussy, he would start playing peekaboo with his wings trying his best to calm down his little ones :(( sometimes you’d catch him playing peekaboo with his little ones, letting his wings cover his eyes and then reopening them :,3 it’s so adorable!

⊹ sunday is overprotective over his kids, let’s just make that clear. because of what happened to their aunt robin, he doesn’t want anything to happen to them too. sunday has cameras everywhere, he even hired bodyguards to guard his children and their rooms all day long, i’m sure he never even revealed to the public that he even had kids, to prevent them from getting a target put on their backs from dangerous things :(( he really does worry abt his babies

“my children.. where did my children go off to?”

“they’re with your wife, sir sunday.” ooh. he felt a relief rush through him when the bodyguard said those words.

⊹ sunday who’s one chill dad, sure he can be overbearing sometimes but he’s willing to give his little darlings the freedom and childhood they needed, not rushing them into things. he provides them with a good education, plays with them, and is overall present in their lives.. letting him disturb him and trash his office while he goes on important meeting calls or work on papers (LMAO)

⊹ PAPA #5 : BOOTHILL

“𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄..”

⊹ boothill would most definitely have a daughter, a daughter who is nothing but the newest light in his life! although, labour was a shock to him.. you squeezed his hand so tight he almost thought his metal hands and fingers were gonna fall apart LMAO ++ boothill never thought about family life much, but when you both had your daughter.. he fully committed his life to being a good husband to you and fully committed to taking good care of his little princess! his little girl would probably inherit his sharp teeth, often nibbling and biting him gently in her early years of being a toddler (LOL)

“what the— darlin’! do you see this?! our lil’ girl is biting me!”

⊹ boothill would kinda be the most childish and unserious dad ever, he takes cheesy photos and he would post them on his social media of his family and his daughter. but no, not just ordinary pictures, pictures of him and his little princess on a random horse in the hot sun! like just imagine, him holding his little princess while he has a piece of wheat in his mouth, posing for the camera and posting it (LMAO)

“pose, darlin’ girl! show daddy those sharp teeth!” his daughter would smile with her big sharp teeth, posing with their new horse friend!! (boothill probably robbed it)

⊹ boothill who can only feel physical touch on his face, when his daughter was still a baby.. her little hands would touch his cheeks and giggle softly, earning a low chuckle from him while he blows on her belly, his little princess holding onto his soft locks (stop) his heart would melt every time his daughter would grab at his face, you and his daughter make him feel alive even :,3

⊹ boothill would try finding balances with the dangers of his occupation and as a father + husband. he really does try to balance everything out and be there for you and his daughter. he wants you to know that you both are his number one priority and he wouldn’t trade you both for anything else.

“daddy loves you very much. you know that right?” he carried his daughter around as she blew bubbles with her mouth, giggling and speaking random gibberish. aeons, he can’t believe he helped make something so pure.

⊹ PAPA #6 : GALLAGHER

“𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

⊹ gallagher is definitely a family man. you guys can’t tell me otherwise, he probably has four darling kids (damn), three sons and one precious daughter! and let me say, he’s an excellent father to all his little ones <3 hope you had a fantastic time popping all of them out! (LMAO) he would help you all throughout your pregnancy.. making food for you, everything! he would let you heal while he changes all the diapers, etc! (he loves u sm)

⊹ gallagher who makes sure he treats you with love and care, often doing cheesy things with you infront of his kids as they go “ewww!” and everything like that :,3 whether it be giving flowers to you on valentine’s day, setting up dramatic anniversary celebrations, buying you gifts, giving you kisses, etc! this man loves you a lot and he would do anything cheesy with you infront of his kids, he really wants them to grow up telling everyone that their parents were in love :(( he wants his beloved marriage with you to be a fragment of true love and influence the real aspects of marriage to his little ones <3

“ewwww! daddy why do you keep kissing mommy that’s gross!” his daughter spoke up as a chuckle left his throat, patting her head. “because i love your mother very much.. that’s why.”

⊹ gallagher who like i said, is such an excellent father. his parenting skills are UNMATCHED. he’s one of the most gentle and chill fathers out there! he would serve as a guide and teacher to his four darlings, teaching them all they needed to know and he would most definitely teach his three sons how to treat a lady right, and treat their future partners the same as they treat their mother and sister, with respect! i’m sure he’ll also teach his little girl to be confident and independent!

⊹ gallagher is the type of dad who would make dad jokes often, and sometimes he’s the typa dad that would embarrass his little ones infront of their friends or future partners! he’s just a silly dad who loves and cherishes his kids a lot!

“dad.. those jokes aren’t even funny.” his son raised a brow

“hm? you don’t think my jokes are funny? i figured they were.. what are you talking about?”

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Imagine about Gallagher from hsr!!

Warnings: SMUT, MDI pls, Fem! Reader, knoting, breeding, biting, size kink? Cumming into womb/pussy, unprotected sex!! (Use protection everyone!!) Dom and sub dynamic and that's it I think.

Author's note: Hope I got all the warnings!! Please enjoy this little imagine of Gallagher, and I think that's all.

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Just imagine werewolf! Gallagher, werewolf! Gallagher with a cute bunny gf!reader while he's in a rut.

Werewolf!Gallagher who loves to tug on your precious floppy bunny ears while he roughly fucks into your cunny from behind.

Werewolf!Gallagher, he's so desperate to knot you up till you can't breathe. He would manhandled you in all sorts of positions, mating press or doggy style would be his favourite positions.

Werewolf!Gallagher who waits for you to cum first before he stuffs you up with his thick, hot cum into your womb. Werewolf!Gallagher, he would go on for hours stuffing your precious cunt with his load. Over and over till he has nothing left is his balls no more...

Werewolf!Gallagher will be the type to groan into your ears as he fucks you from behind, wanting nothing more then to fuck his babies into your womb. Will nibble onto your neck, shoulders, or bunny ears when he has you in a mating press or doggy style.

Werewolf!Gallagher who keeps promising one more round, but keeps breaking them by accident when he's so deep into your cunny and pussy drunk.

Werewolf!Gallagher, his tail would be wagging in excitement and arousal as he fucks you. His big, grabbing hands on your waist as he fucks desperately into your poor cunt.

Werewolf!Gallagher who loves when you have a collar around his neck while you weakly tug onto the leash. Makes him go crazy when your a whimpering mess under him, begging for more.

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Author's note: I just had to get this out of my head, just thinking on how werewolf Gallagher would be like if he was in a rut or something like that. Anyways, this man has me on a choke hold and it's getting bad. I hope you guys enjoyed this little imagin, would be nothing more than happy to see requests!!! :)