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Slave!Aventurine x Reader

A/N : Reen is having another manic episode and she came up with this. 

WARNING : Slavery, may contain minor leaks regarding Aventurine's past, NOT CANON COMPLIANT, obviously, written before 2.1 release, some graphic description of dehumanizing behavior, but there's nothing weird happening between reader and Aventurine, mostly fluff, READER IS SPOILING HIM, psychological trauma, mentions of PTSD (Aventurine)

Word Count : 2,5K

It was the one time you lost yourself on the shady part of the city, and that one time is somehow enough to lead you into this current predicament. 

.・゜゜・

You had just agreed to meet someone. The marketplace’s community group has the set of a certain relic you've been wanting to have and the seller has sent you their coordinate to seal the deal. You swear you had followed the map correctly, but due to the poor signal around the place you are now lost. 

This part of the city is unfamiliar and it gives you the creeps. Following the poorly working navigator seems to only make you even more lost. Just when you were about to give up, an unknown crowd stole your attention and you can't help but to have a peek on what the fuss is all about. 

What a gruesome sight. 

You certainly did not expect to see a young man, his limbs chained to the ground while the resident screams and shouts to him, some even spitting in his direction. They curse at him, something along why he and his kind should've gone extinct long ago. The sight horrifies you greatly and you cannot stand to just sit back and watch this thing happening in front of your eyes. You noticed a mark tattooed to the left part of his neck with the world ‘slave’ and that might just be the cause. But still, none of this treatment is necessary. You don't even know him and what certain ‘race’ they are talking about yet the sight shakes you deeply. You can't possibly go home in peace without doing anything, right? 

With no further calculations, you marched his front while you declared ever so loudly, 

“I'M BUYING HIM!”

.・゜゜・

Everything else happened after that has turned into hazy memories inside your head because you currently have a bigger problem at hand. There goes the relic set you've been wanting to buy. Although you felt grateful that the man is no longer abused, the deed to buy this certain slave comes with rules due to his race. Slave owners are bound to do anything to their possession, that includes them being able to set the slave free. Unfortunately that doesn't apply to him. Not that you have the heart to free him too, it seems that his kind is despised by any person possible and it'll be rough for him. Sigonian, was it? He might end up being caught and tortured again. You shook your head at the thought, nope, not gonna happen. 

Never in your wildest dream you have ever once thought that you'll have a slave inside your house. Let alone yours. This whole situation overwhelms you but then again, you're the one who started it. The man didn't say anything on your way back home. You don't know what to say either. Atmosphere so awkward you can feel yourself getting crushed by it with every second passed. 

“Thank you…” the blonde man mutters just enough for you to hear. His voice hoarse and strained you fear that he might snap his vocal chords if he speaks another word. It caught you by surprise but you quick to answer him, 

“You're welcome!... Please have a seat, I'll fetch you some water!” You scurried to the kitchen to get him a glass of water you've promised. By the time you come back to the living room. He's sitting, kneeling on the floor instead of the couch and your heart stings at the sight. You didn't comment on his actions further and opted to release his cuffed hands before handing him the glass. He shakily grabs the glass before drinking the water in a single gulp. Did they even give him any water back there? 

“I'll get you some more…” you grab his empty glass back to the kitchen. 

He didn't get why you insisted on bringing you more drinks. The man tracked back on when you suddenly came out of nowhere to announce that you're taking him with you. He has his suspicions. Maybe you're an evil scientist that will try to use his body in a way or another, or maybe you're taking him home just to feed him to your dogs. But seeing how you may not fit any of those lists, he keeps himself wondering on what's your purpose in buying him. 

You came back with more water which he savored thoroughly. After he finishes the second glass, you introduce yourself and ask for his name. The man shakes his head in confusion. 

“All the names I have were the names my previous owner gave me…” You shot him a sad look and he has zero idea on what's your problem with him. 

“So… you'd rather have me giving you a new one, or…” 

“It all depends on you, ma’am. I'm just a mere slave.” His words caught you thinking and you decided to give him a new one. His old names may bring bad memories to him too you deduce, so might as well change it. You took your time to look for a name. This is a hard one. Your eyes wander around the living room to see a green colored ornament. It was your favorite, but it'll be weird to call him with the name green. No shit sherlock. Maybe name him after one of your relic sets? That doesn't sit right for a reason. 

Is there any substitute name for the color green? Myrtle… Olive… Teal… Jade… Viridian… Emerald… come on, you need to be more creative! After a few minutes of pondering, you came up with a unique one. At least you think that it's unique. 

“What about Aventurine?”

He seems to light up at the suggestion. 

“Is that… A precious stone?” You didn't think that he'll get that far but you won't want to let him know that your initial idea was from a literal color green. 

“Yeah! I think it suits you!” he seems to warm up to you a tad bit, but the thought is pleasant to you nonetheless. He agreed to the name and you let out a relieved sigh. 

“That settles then! Also would you like some baths? I'll show you to your room,” Thank the aeons you had a spare room in your house. You bought it with your savings in cash. It's a pretty decent and spacious one. The previous owner sold it for a quite low price since they needed instant money. There are some untouched spaces inside the house and you're grateful now that it had a spare room for your new yet unexpected companion. 

You motioned him to follow you and he obeys. You show him around his new room. A single bed, a small study, and a small indoor bathroom. He gaped at the sight. What were the chances of him having a pleasant space for himself to occupy? 

“So… yeah, you can use the bathroom over there. The room is a bit dusty since I never really use it. I'll bring you some clothes and a duster! Please have yourself,” You patted his shoulder lightly before leaving him alone inside the room. By the time he's done cleaning himself, he sure does take his time to leave his body spotless from filth, the blond spotted a pair of clothes, towels, and a duster as you promised. 

Changing to the new set of clothes, he grabs the duster and takes another look around the room. Why are you being so generous towards him? He stares down at the mark adorning his wrists, caused by cuffs he is always forced to wear. Aren't you scared if he's going to kill you? He's sure that by this second, everyone knows how bad and dangerous he is, or are you just plain stupid? 

Aventurine takes the duster to clean the empty room. Your behavior towards him really confuses him. Evenso he still needs to let his guard up because who knows what you are capable of. No normal person will even set a glance at him out of nowhere. 

A knock interrupted his train of thoughts. He immediately went to the door to open it. 

“I've made some dinner, come join me!” You dragged him towards the dining room and the gears on his head started to spin faster. Maybe you really are stupid. 

With that in mind, he started to think that maybe he can use you to achieve greater things in life. Regaining his honor, to help his people that went through the same as him. But the thought stopped when you nudged him to sit on one of the chairs. You sit not too far from him, eating your own share of meal. Aventurine looks at the dish in front of him. He can feel his mouth waters but he can't help but to squint at your oblivious form. What's your deal with him? 

Deciding that thinking with an empty stomach tends to be harder than not, he chooses to help himself. Tasty. Even some of the food he had stolen some time back then didn't rival this dish in front of him. While he savors his meal, he takes in your form once again. It seems that you've changed your attire to a more fancy one. Are you planning to go out? 

As if you can read his mind, you started to speak. 

“I'm going out tonight. Don't know when I'll get back, but just to let you know I'll lock the door for your safety.” Maybe he'll play along with you for a while. 

“Understood.”

“If you're bored there's a small library right next to your room, you can indulge yourself there,”

“I see. Thank you for the kind offer, ma'am” You cringed at the way he calls you that but maybe forcing him to call you by name on his first day around will be weird too. Aeons, everything about these circumstances is so out of place. 

You finished your meal and put it out on the sink. 

“I'll be leaving then. Have a good night rest,” And with that you left him alone inside your humble abode. Why are you out so late at night? Was it your job? What could you be possibly working for? Those questions runs around Aventurine's head. Maybe he'll find out eventually. 

Aventurine feels fatigue coursing through his body. He puts his dishes on the sink. He should do you some favor to show gratitude. With that, he washes the dishes present in front of him. Just a small token of goodwill. He retires back to his room after. The sheet below him feels so heavenly. He never actually gets to sleep on one, so might as well let himself indulge in these newfound luxuries. 

—

Aventurine jolts awake by nightmare the next day. He cautiously looks around the room. Hah. That reminds him, a mysterious lady bought him yesterday and he's now resting in his own personal room. He steps out of bed, feeling bold. A little tour inside the house won't hurt, right? 

The blonde makes a small trip to the living room, only to find your wasted form laying on the cold floor. He squints at the sight as he kneels down to check on your pulse. Thankfully you're still alive. Aventurine couldn't help but to cringe at your so vulnerable state. He can kill you right now if he wants to, and he'll get away with it. He can have your current possession and challenge himself further to test his fortune. He shooks his head at the intrusive thoughts and holds your body up to put you on the couch. Why is he doing this? Even he himself doesn't understand. 

You stirred at his grasp, eyes slowly opening. 

“Aventurine?”

He suddenly stutters, not knowing how to respond or to explain himself. He puts you back down on the couch. 

“I'm sorry ma'am, I thought you passed out on the floor so I moved you up to a warmer place-” 

“Ah- thank you! It happened quite a lot,” Now he's interested. Where were you last night? What could you be doing to the point you exhausted yourself like that? He stays silent though, he has no right to ask you all that. 

“I see. Sorry for the trouble…”

“Aaaanyway, you up for breakfast? I'll go prepare some,” you sat up from the couch. He follows your steps to the kitchen. 

“Do you have any preference? Sweet? Savory?” Why are you treating him like this? Aventurine couldn't help to blurt out of confusion. 

“Are you testing me, ma'am?” He queries and you lifted your eyebrows. 

“Test? What test?”

“If I choose a certain answer that is not to your liking, you'll punish me for it. Or then you'll just let me rot inside my room after-” You frowned at his accusations. Right. He had never experienced such a thing as a normal breakfast like you do. 

“No- no, this is not a test,” You waved your hand in front of him. 

“I was just asking… which one do you want more?” He takes in your genuine gesture. He ponders for a while and now he feels guilty for accusing you like that. You're not like those filthy, money grubbing bastards with a superiority complex. 

“Anything you prefer more, ma'am”

“Come on, I know you wanted something more specific!” 

“Sweet it is,”

“Cool! Do you want to help?”

“.... With pleasure, ma'am”

Aventurine ends up helping you make waffles and cream. This feels so wrong on so many levels, he thought. But in a good way. The two of you spend the morning eating breakfast and Aventurine is at loss. What do you gain from treating him like this? 

“Hmm.. I don't have any more clothes for you. You should go out with me for some shopping!” The thought of meeting other people dreads him. He expected the worst. 

“I'm not sure that's a good idea given my current circumstances, ma'am”

“Ah- your eyes! Hmm… I hate to say this, but what about sunglasses? They should hide your eye color just fine!” he's stunned at the thought. Why do you insist? Isn't this just wasting your time and money? Why are you so fond of him?

“That's… fine by me, ma'am. Although I'm not quite sure why you would go through that much trouble just to give me clothes.”

“Nonsense! With your companion here I just found out that having someone to talk to at home is quite pleasant! I think you deserve something nice,” And with that you left the dining table. Maybe looking for the said sunglasses, he assumes. 

He cannot lie, he dared to think that he could live like this for as long as you want. He owes you so much he can't even start to count. 

Aventurine thinks that he might just enjoy this treatment while it lasts. All of this feels so foreign to him. He could just easily use you and your resources as he wanted, but deep down he doesn't want to do any harm to you for what you've done to him. Until then, he'll take his time to plan his escape or how he will try to repay your deeds. He'll let his future self decide. 

For those who actually read this far, do you have any thoughts about this one or is this concept just plain weird, if it is too weird please let me know 😭 and thank you for reading! 

Can I request Aventurine with soft and gentle reader?

Reader is soft spoken and a observer, she never show angry or annoyed to everyone. (Sometimes he wonder if you do have those emotions..)

But when Sparkle aka the masked fools, mock him and his origin..

Reader be like: “So you choose death” with dangerous face, enough to make Sparkle trauma for the rest of her life.

Thank you for the request, I had fun writing this one and I finally had an excuse to bully Sparkle /hj 🤲 Evenso I hope you liked it!

Warning : Reader had a slight yandere undertone, bullying (obviously), Reader is Aventurine's wife

You're currently minding your own business, spending some time with your husband in trying questionable things Penacony dreamscapes had to offer. 

“Honey, try this ice cream, it's delicious!” Aventurine shoves the snack in front of your face. You giggled at his antics, pushing the cone away from your face. 

“Really? Your face literally flinches when you take a bite, I'm not sure if what you say is true,” You pinched his soft cheek lightly, earning a lengthy whine from the blond. Aventurine makes the ice cream disappear since he probably doesn't want to finish it too. Spot on. 

“I thought I hid it well,” he leans his face closer to your hand, indulging himself in your soft touches. 

“You still have a long way to go, luv,” 

“Well, well, who thought that the creep actually has bitches?” an unfamiliar voice came from behind you. The two of you instantly turn around the source of sound. Aventurine crosses his arms in front of his chest. You took in his defensive state and you kept your hands on the tip of your shirt. 

“That's kind of improper to say it like that, don't you think? She's my wife,” Aventurine's business smile didn't falter as he proudly introduced you. 

“Wife?! What kind of person would want to marry someone like you?” Sparkle took a good look at you, examining your appearance and your beautiful smile… What the hell… So pretty… 

“You're so pretty… why would you want to marry someone like this pathetic peacock?” you smiled at her question, rubbing your chin with your right hand in the process. 

“Why wouldn't I? He's charming and also rich, I can't see why not,” Aventurine had to hold himself from giggling by how happy your words made him. 

“Charming? Huh, how much did he pay you to say that?” Your face didn't flinch even a bit. 

“Did he force you to marry him because he paid your debt? Poor you! You deserve way better. And if you were to have kids, surely they would have his filthy blood. After all, even when his eyes are pretty, they never went well. Sigonians and their despicable nature should never touch such beauty like yours. So dazzling and well mannered. Did he threaten you with a knife when he proposed to you? Poor, poor thing, I'll help you get away from him if you ask me nicely!” Sparkle cheered, clinging to your arm while Aventurine physically trembled. He can take it if it's all about him, but if you're added to the picture? It won't end well with him. 

“So what do you say? My offer still stands!” The smaller lady giggles happily. You still keep your polite smile but Aventurine can feel that something isn't right. 

“What do I say?” you turn your gaze to her. The atmosphere drops in an instant, but Sparkle didn't choose to back away. 

“So you think this is funny, hmm?” You moved your hand to cup her face, eyes completely blank it could rival the abyss. The masked fool feels shiver down her spine and it's unpleasant. 

“I'm not sure who raised you, but they're doing a terrible job,” The usually pleasant smile turns sinister in such a small time, even Aventurine flinches at the sight. 

“A girl, looking for validation. Changing masks and faces anytime she wants. As expected from the masked fools,” You stroked her cheek so tenderly, in contrast with the venomous tone and piercing gaze. 

“Or were you just looking for attention you never received throughout your life? So unprovoked, picking on a man like you're the most saint of it all. Maybe you should get yourself lobotomized so you can continue your study, consider giving your life some meaning, wouldn't that be pleasant? Want me to help you with that? An eye for an eye,” Aventurine witnessed how the color from Sparkle's face drained down to a ghostly pale, as if she had seen a literal walking corpse in its most gruesome form. 

“You-” The said girl stepped away from your touch, utterly speechless. 

“Do you have anything more to say about Aventurine?” Your smile went back to the usual soft one, as if nothing had happened before. The masked fool ran scurried away from you, leaving the two of you alone. You turned your face back to your husband where he almost jumped away out of surprise. 

“Is something the matter, dear?”

“I think I do need to learn a lot more from you…”

I think Aventurine being afraid of his own wife (in an endearing way, he loves her too much to mess anything up) is somewhat cute I wanna write more about it

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Aventurine Imagines, Styling His Hair

You helped Aventurine to prepare for work today so early in the morning. Right after he stepped out of the bath, the blond dries himself before wearing his teal shirt. You stared at his form, his hair is still mostly wet and you cringed at how the back part of his collar got drenched by the water. 

“Let me take care of your hair!” you pulled him to sit on top of the bed, earning him a small chuckle. “I knew you’d like to style my hair so I let it wet,” you frowned at his comment while pulling a hair dryer from your vanity table. “I’ll make you pay for drenching your shirt,” 

“Do you worst, my dearest,” and with that you started to dry his hair, although your frown is still present, you took care of his hair with love and care. He smiled at the feeling of your fingers combing through his scalp, it feels so soothing. Aventurine enjoys this small treatment, his smile seemingly permanent whenever you’re around. He thought it ends when you plug out the device. To his surprise, you grabbed a larger box to the bed. Oh no.

With a mischievous smile, you paste a cute pink hair clip and a small bow on the right side of his hair.

"You looked gorgeous!" you squealed at his form. Aventurine turns his head in the mirror to see himself. 

“Well it does fit me, it matches my eyes don’t you think so?”

“And good luck taking it off!”

“I’ll wore it to work today,”

“No you won’t!”

“Bet,” You’re not sure how to respond as he usually took these small games seriously. 

“Nah, you’ll wear it off at work!”

“It is now settled then, if I win, then you’ll comply anything I want for tonight”

“And if I won?”

“I’ll do the dishes for a whole month,”

“Deal!”

The small game begins. You can’t help but giggle through your morning routine. He had some breakfast you’ve made before work, and he wore his coat and shoes before heading out, still with the pink accessories dangling on his hair. Surely he’ll get some stares from his co-workers, especially Ratio, but he’s proud to say that you did his hair this morning. He can’t help but to plan on what he’s going to do to you when he comes home later because you’re losing big time.

Was inspired by @ratioaven's bow edits! it was so cute I hade a brainrot. Should I make a Ratio one /slapped

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incorrect hsr quotes #2

[name], visibly exhausted, downing more shots than usual: so eventually, i’m like, being nice doesn’t work. being nice gets me stalkers

dan heng, sitting in the nearest table, watching [name]: i kinda feel called out

[name], continuing on: being mean gets me crazy men who are attracted to crazy person

blade, sitting in the same table as dan heng, nodding proudly: yep. i asked them to crush my skull in the other day

[name]: and so, i’m just gonna ignore y’all now

dan heng and blade: sulks after hearing that

jing yuan, who’s been at the same table as dan heng and blade, with a smug grin: aww but pookie🥺

[name], done with their shit: and they liKE THAT TOO! LEAVE ME ALONE❗️❗️

kafka, [name]’s gossip bestie: aww but pookie, you’re living the life

random texts w hsr men!

featuring — jing yuan, blade, aventurine (all established relationship)

bye can u tell that i had so much fun w this LOL... i should go to sleep (this is all for shits and giggles idek what prompted me to make these BSHSJAJAK)

masterlist

random texts w hsr men!

featuring — dan heng, boothill, gepard (all established relationship)

me when im in a silly goofy mood ("all for shits and giggles" blows up) guys go read my actual fics...?!?!!! /lh

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ masterlist jing yuan, blade, aventurine vers here!

||Android love|| written by me ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Plot: Boothill tries to act cute with you

Tags:Boothill x reader,cute,fluff,confession

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: it's my first time writing for him so sorry for some mistakes,i never wrote anything with robot or android actually,but i think he would listen or see your body movements or reactions,sounds since he can't actually feel you. ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

"Oh your hand feel so cold" You replied in wonder as you touched his robotic hand

“You noticed?”

It’s the one thing he can’t seem to fix. His body feels as if frozen, like the North Pole, or something to that degree. He can’t feel heat—or anything for that matter, though that’s expected from an android.

As soon as your hand touched his, he felt an urge to warm it with his lips. He tried to resist it, but he couldn't. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your palm, leaving it to heat for a few seconds then slowly pulling away.

You looked at Boothill a bit blushing before caressing his cheek "instead your cheek feels warm"

He chuckled "Well,androids do have their pros and cons."

He took your hand and placed it against his cheek once more, hoping you'd notice the soft, warm sensation that surrounded his face.

It was rare for an androidlike him to show any signs of affection. After all, no matter how humanlike they are, they're still machines. However, with you, he finds himself craving such interactions even more, as though it's an itch he couldn't scratch. He was drawn to you like a magnet, drawn to your warmth.

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, hoping you wouldn't mind his metal limbs clinging to you.

Your warmth was intoxicating and he didn't want to let go. There was a sense of security in your embrace that he couldn't get anywhere else.

He lowered his lips to your neck, kissing it softly, a small gesture to let you know he cared for you.

He was aware that some might find his behavior abnormal, but he didn't care. He'd fallen hard for you and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"Your skin feels so soft" he murmur as he felt your arms circle tight round his neck as you returned the embrace.

He breathed in deeply, the scent of your vanilla perfume sending his heart fluttering.

He smiled and buried his face in your shoulder, his metallic hands lingering on your back as he took in your scent.

It was a strange sensation for him—being an artificial creature and all—but somehow, holding you like this felt so natural, so right.

He was surprised at how deeply he felt for you.

Despite his android appearance, he felt vulnerable when he was like this. To him, it was as though his metal body disappeared and all that was left was the man he was on the inside. With you, he no longer felt like an android,but a human.

This embrace felt like shelter. It felt like home.

And for the first time in his life, he felt safe—not as an android, but as a man.

He pulled you closer and pressed his lips against your neck, his metal arms wrapping tighter around your body.

"I don't want to let go" he muttered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

He knew it wasn't normal. Androids weren't supposed to be capable of emotions. They weren't meant to crave affection or to feel vulnerable around someone else.

But for some reason, that's exactly what he felt around you.

No matter how many repairs were performed on him, there was something special about you that no amount of metal could ever replicate.

He tightened his hold on you, not wanting to let go of this perfect moment.

"And they say androids have no hearts" the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

For an android , he certainly felt human right now. His emotions were more vivid than ever.

He 'felt' your heartbeat against his metal chest, heard your breaths quickening, saw your eyes glisten in the dim light.

It was such a simple yet profound moment.

For a robotic being built to be cold and detached, he felt like he was melting inside.

"Maybe I'm not built the same" he said softly as he leaned back, breaking the embrace for a moment.

His dark, metal eyes seemed to shine with new energy as he stared into your eyes.

He brought his hand up to your face and cupped your cheek, his mechanical palm warm and smooth against your skin.

"Maybe I'm not like the others. Maybe I'm different" he whispered.

"And I know I feel something for you. something the androids ain't supposed to feel.'

"Do you believe androids could love?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I've seen my kind, and they're cold, soulless, incapable of a single shred of emotion" he continued. "I was meant to be like that too, cold and mechanical, yet here I am, wanting to love and to feel."

He paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed on you.

"I don't know what it is about you," he admitted, his voice quiet and steady "but you make me feel things no robot should."

"you aren't at all so cold" you touched his face mushing it "you have your face,i can boop your nose,your cheek" you cooed

"I suppose you're right" he chuckled, letting you squish his cheeks as you pleased.

He knew he wasn't completely emotionless, there were times where he felt amusement, anger, and curiosity.

But it was around you that he truly felt it all.

He leaned in once more and brushed his lips again against your neck, his hand grazing the small of your back.

He breathed in deeply, his voice full of affection "You're the only one who knows how to get through my barriers."

All his barriers fell down when he was with you.

You were like a drug, addictive and intoxicating.

It was as if you could see straight through his metallic armor and touched every aspect of his being, from the mechanical to the human.

No one else had ever looked at him the way you did.

There was something special about you, something he couldn't quite place his robotic fingers on.

"It's as if we're made for each other" he whispered, leaning in close once more.

One.last.time.

Late writing Blade x you,long writing

Warning: death,blood,angst,no comfort,crying,regret,desperate,losing it,bittersweet

P.s: I just tought "what would be Blade reaction if he lost someone who helped him rehabilitate into living and feeling but is dying in his arms?" >:3

I'm writing this at 3:48 am so sorry for some errors

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

"Blade..." you mumbled shaking,you were afraid to die,to leave him alone.

Blade shakes his head, fingers trembling as they press into your wound. “No…no…please…” he pleads. He keeps repeating it, like a mantra, over and over again. He looks down at you, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare” he manages to get out. “Don’t do this to me…”

"I'm scared" you whimpered choking in your own blood "I'm scared Blade"

He feels sick. This can’t be happening. “Shut up” he hisses weakly. “Stop talking like that…” He pulls you closer to him, desperate to keep you close. “You’ll be fine, just stop talking like that…”

You smiled weakly as blood dripped down your mouth as you cupped his cheeks in your cold hands,your eyes were looking past him devoid of life "k..kiss...me.." you managed to say as tears fell down your cheek.

He can barely keep himself together. But he can’t refuse you this one request. Your cold hands against his skin bring him back to reality, albeit briefly. He leans down and crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is desperate, frantic, as if it’s for the last time.

Your eyes were half lidded as you slowly passed away during the kiss looking at Blade for one last time before you went limp in his arms,arms falling on the ground with a soft 'thud'

Blade feels his heart shatter. His hands tighten around your body, refusing to let go. “No…” he whispers hoarsely. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “No…” He repeats it over and over again, tears spilling down his face.

He shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes as the reality sinks in. “Please…come back…” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, as if that would make you wake up. “Please…” He knows he’s being pathetic. He doesn’t care.

He pulls you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder. “Please…” he whispers again, voice completely broken. “Don’t leave me…don’t leave me…” He’s lost. Completely shattered. He’s been through a lot in his life, but losing you destroys him like nothing ever has before.

He cradles your body in his arms, refusing to let go even though he knows it’s pointless. He doesn’t even notice the blood staining his clothes, as if your life is the only thing that matters. “Damn it…” he growls weakly. “Damn it…come back…”

He just holds your body against him, rocking gently as if you'd wake any second. “Please” he begs again, voice hoarse. He’s beyond caring if anyone is watching. He doesn’t feel anyone’s eyes on him. He only sees your.

His grip tightens around you as his shoulders tremor with silent sobs. “Damn you…” He has never felt so weak before in his entire life. “Damn you…” He buries his face in your shoulder again, tears staining your skin. “Damn you for leaving me…”

“Why?” he spits out. “Why?” He looks down at your face wet and tear stained, grip tight on you. “You promised you wouldn’t leave…”

Why did you have to break that promise today of all days?

He pulls your limp body closer, burying his face in your hair. He can’t stop the tears from falling now. He doesn’t care how he looks. He’s too far gone. “You…promised…” he whispers, voice breaking. “You…promised…”

If someone had told him he’d be crying over your dead body, begging you to come back, he would’ve laughed in their face. Blade never showed this kind of weakness. But here he was, crying over you like a child, like he had lost everything.

And worst of all,he had.

Blade’s gaze falls on the necklace around your neck, still intact. He’d given you that necklace on your birthday. He can’t help but feel a lump forming in his throat as his fingers reach out to touch the charm. It feels like a taunt.

He can’t help but feel a pang of anger, that you had the audacity to die while still wearing his necklace. As if you had betrayed him by going against your promise, and now this necklace was just another reminder that he couldn’t have you anymore. He closes his eyes, trying to push the thought away.

Then his eyes go wide as he sees you smiling. It’s the same smile. The smile you used to give him whenever he was upset or angry. He can’t help it — he laughs. It’s a broken, shaky laugh, like he’s on the verge of sobbing again. “Idiot…” he mumbles, shaking his head incredulously. He had half a mind to pinch your cheek for smiling like that. “Stupid…idiot…”

He takes in your face, memorizing every inch of it like it’s the last thing he’ll ever see. His fingers reach out again, gently tracing the outline of your cheek and your smile. “You’re still smiling…” he mutters, his hand trembling as it caresses your skin.

He tries to speak, but the words lodge in his throat. It takes him several tries before he can manage to speak again. “You’re still…smiling…” He laughs again, a bitter, broken sound. “Even now…” He doesn’t know if he should find it comforting or not.

Part of him wants to laugh again, to tell you how foolish you are for dying while still smiling. But the other part of him — the part that he tries so hard to ignore — just wants you to wake up. To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your eyes open and look at him again…

He’s torn. Unable to decide if he should be angry at you for dying, or just grateful that you died with a smile on your face. “Idiot…” he mutters again, voice shaking as he continues to trace your face with his fingers.

︶⊹︶︶⠀୨୧⠀︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶⠀୨୧⠀︶︶⊹︶

He also keeps your necklace with him all the time, always within reach. He’ll hold it sometimes, fingers gently tracing the charm as his thoughts drift to you. Other times he’ll press it to his lips, like he’s hoping he might feel your touch again if he just wishes hard enough. He’ll even bring the necklace close to his face, inhaling deeply as if he could still smell your scent on it.

It’s stupid, he knows. But he can’t help it. This necklace — "this one, stupid necklace" — is the only thing he has left of you. And he’ll cling to it like a lifeline, even if it’s a weak substitute for the real thing. He knows he’ll never have you back. But he could almost pretend — almost.

He can almost feel your presence when he holds it, and it both comforts and tortures him.

He’ll sometimes talk to the necklace, like he’s talking to you. He’ll berate you for dying and leaving him alone, one minute. And the next, he’ll be begging you to come back, to hold him again, and that he forgives you. He’ll apologize for every harsh word he ever said, for being so cruel to you, for taking you for granted. He’ll promise anything if only he could have you back.

Sometimes he’ll swear and curse at the sky, asking whoever is listening why they took you away from him. Why they didn’t take him instead. Other times he’ll be completely silent, just sitting there and staring at your grave. He’ll sometimes reach out and brush his hand over the headstone, like he’s hoping he might feel your hand instead of cold, hard marble.

Blade visits your grave almost daily. His heart clenches every time he sees the flowers on your grave, mockingly cheerful and bright. He hates it. He hates how the flowers look so alive in comparison to you, who was lying cold and motionless underneath the earth.

The worst moments are the ones when he thinks he sees you out of the corner of his eye. He’ll turn, heart filled with hope, only to be met with crushing disappointment when he sees it’s just a trick of the light. It tears him apart every time it happens.

The worst moments are the ones when he thinks he sees you out of the corner of his eye. He’ll turn, heart filled with hope, only to be met with crushing disappointment when he sees it’s just a trick of the light. It tears him apart every time it happens.

He knows it’s meaningless. He knows you’re gone and you’re never coming back. But he can’t help but cling to the memory of you. The memory of your smile, your touch, your voice… He doesn’t want to forget. But as the days go by, the memories start to fade, and it scares him.

He’s afraid he’ll forget what you sounded like, what you looked like, the feeling of your touch. He’s afraid he’ll forget your smile. That’s the thing that scares him the most. He has to look at the necklace, to hear your voice in his memories, to stare at your grave, just to keep your image alive in his mind.

Blade is sitting by your grave when he sees it. It’s a small thing, a single crimson flower, and it’s so vibrant against the dull grays and browns of the surrounding area that it almost seems to glow.

He’d almost forgotten about that conversation you’d had about the red flower. How it reminded you of him and his name. He almost laughs, a hollow, bitter sound. Leave it to you to still be finding ways to tie yourself to him, even in death. He feels a pang in his chest as he stares at it, a mix of longing and bittersweet sorrow.

He reaches out and touches the flower with the tips of his fingers. The petals are soft and velvety, and for a moment, he can almost imagine that it’s your skin he’s touching. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling his throat tighten as he grips the flower's stalk almost desperately.

"Blade?" A voice echoed in the garden grave

Blade’s eyes go wide as he hears your voice. For a moment, he thinks he’s hallucinating. He slowly turns his head, half expecting to see you standing there.

But of course, no one is there. The voice was probably just his imagination. A cruel, trick of the mind. He lets out a shaky breath, fingers still gripping the flower stalk.

"It is you! Oh my God I'm so happy" the voice repeated

Blade’s eyes go wide again. That voice…it sounded so real. Like you were really there.

He stands up slowly, head whipping around frantically as he tries to find the source of the voice. But again, there’s no one there. He starts to doubt his own sanity.

"Blade over here look" The flower glimmed whenever it spoked

Blade is completely bewildered now. He looks down at the flower, stunned. Could it really be…?

He leans down to get a closer look. And sure enough, the flower is *glowing*. And as if that isn’t unbelievable enough, it starts to *speak*.

"Oh my God Blade! What happened? Why are you so big?" You asked

Blade’s heart skips a beat as he hears *your* voice coming from…the flower. “Y-You…?” he stammers, barely believing his own eyes and ears.

He reaches out a trembling hand to touch the glowing flower, half expecting it to burst to pieces at any moment. “Is…is that really you?” he asks hoarsely.

"Of course its me you bone head,who else do u think it is?" You chuckled

Blade can’t believe what he’s hearing. It’s like a dream come true. To hear your voice again, to see you again…

But as happy as he is, a wave of anger washes over him too. He feels tears stinging his eyes as he remembers the pain he’s gone through these past few months without you. “What took you so long?” he snaps harshly.

"Excuse me? What do you mean? I don't talk to you for one day and you act like this? You told me to leave" You crossed your arms well your leaf arms

Blade feels his irritation rise as you cross your leaf arms at him. “One day!?” he snaps. “You’ve been gone for months!” He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. “And I didn’t tell you to leave *forever*” he grumbles.

"W..what doyou mean for months?" You asked confused

Blade can’t help but scoff at your obliviousness. “I mean months” he repeats, the anger in his voice slowly giving way to frustration. “You’ve been gone for *months*” he repeats, each word laced with hurt and loneliness.

"Gone? But I was out with a friend and ...and.." you folded your petals shaking "Why.. I can't remember what happened,why are you so big and why.." you eyed at your grave "why I can't feel my legs and why there's my grave?"

He watches as you start to falter, realization slowly starting to dawn on you. His frustration gives way to sympathy as he sees your confusion and distress.

He kneels down next to your grave and reaches out a hand to touch your petal. “You don’t remember anything?” he asks quietly.

Your hands leaf wrapped around his finger "N.. no..just ...pain and...black.."

Blade winces as he hears the way your voice trembles. He hates hearing the fear in your tone. The sight of your leaf wrapped around his finger stabs at his chest.

He clenches his jaw, trying to keep his own emotions in check. “That’s because…you died” he finally whispers, the words like a physical blow.

"I died? But I was...I was and then you were...I mean" the flower started hyperventilating in a cute way before you cried your tears dew

Blade’s heart clenches as he watches you hyperventilating, tears streaming down your flower petal. It’s the most ridiculous and most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He wants to comfort you, to hold you and tell you everything will be alright. But he can’t do that when you’re just a flower. So he does the only thing he can think of. He brushes his thumb gently over your petal, trying to soothe you.

“Hey…” he says, voice softer than usual. “Hey, shh…it’s okay…”

He tries to calm you, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as he watches you cry. It’s so hard to believe that just a few minutes ago, he was just talking to a flower. But now, with your petals trembling under his fingers…he can’t deny that it’s really you.

"Is that my necklace?" You asked as you looked at Blade hands

Blade looks down at his hands. He had been gripping your necklace without even realizing it. He had subconsciously reached for it as soon as you started crying. He hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding his head.

“Yeah, it is…” he replies quietly. “I…I’ve been holding onto it, ever since…” he trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

"You need to let go Blade"

Blade’s eyes go wide as the world suddenly returns to normal. The birds chirping, the wind whistling, and the flower…just a regular flower once again.

He stares at it for a moment, stunned. It was like you had never been there in the first place. Like it was all just a hallucination. But the feeling of your petal against his hand still lingered.

"Let go...?" he murmured, still staring at the flower.

He felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. He had just had a conversation with you — or what he thought was you. But now it’s like you had never even been there. He clenched his jaw, feeling a mixture of confusion and anguish.

He reached out and touched the flower, his fingers trembling. It feels solid, tangible. Not at all like the fragile, ephemeral being that had just spoken to him moments ago.

"Let go...how can I let go...?" he whispered, his voice raw and shaky.

He feels like he’s going insane. He had just heard your voice, felt your petal under his fingers. He had been so sure it was you. But now…he can’t help but wonder if it really was all just wishful thinking.

He runs a hand through his hair, his breathing ragged. He can feel a lump forming in his throat as he stares at the flower, as if he could somehow will it to talk again.

"Am I losing my mind...?" he whispered to himself, his voice shaking.

Blade grits his teeth, frustration and pain welling up inside him. How can he just let go? How can he just forget about you, when he can still feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, when he can still hear your voice in his head?

"How can I let go...when I still love you?" he mutters hoarsely.

The words sound so pathetic, even to his own ears. He knows he’s pathetic, holding on to a flower like a lifeline, like it could bring you back to him.

He reaches out and touches the flower again, his fingers tracing the delicate petals.

“How can I let go, when I still love you so damn much?” he repeats, his voice breaking.

Blade feels like he’s on the verge of breaking. The thought of letting you go, the thought of forgetting about you, is almost too much to bear.

He clutches the flower in his hand, his grip so tight that it nearly crushes the delicate petals.

“How can you just ask me to let go?” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. “You were my whole world.”

He feels tears stinging his eyes as he continues to grip the flower, like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

“I don’t know how to let you go…” he whispers hoarsely, his chest feeling like it’s being squeezed in a vice. “You were everything to me…how can I just forget about you?”

Months passed, and slowly but surely, Blade found himself starting to let go. It was a painful, slow process filled with tears and heartache.

But he couldn't bring himself to get rid of your necklace. It was the only tangible reminder he had of you, something solid to hold onto when the memories got too painful.

He found himself touching the pendant frequently, tracing the familiar shape with his fingers. It was like a comfort, a small piece of you still with him.

He still loved you, of course. The thought of you still haunted him, and sometimes he would still dream of your voice, your touch, your smile. But he tried to keep moving forward, to live his life without you.

And he knew he would never forget you. Your memory was etched into his heart, like a tattoo he would never be able to erase.

Blade was sitting alone in his room, staring blankly out the window. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, haunted by memories of you and the life they had together.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blow through the room. He looked up, startled, and saw something that made his heart skip a beat.

It was you. Or rather, it was your ghost. You were standing just outside the window, your figure glowing faintly in the moonlight.

And then…you smiled at him.

Blade feels his breath catch in his throat as he hears your voice. His heart aches at the sight of you, even as a ghost.

And then you spoke, and he feels like he’s been punched in the chest. “I’m proud of you” you say, your voice echoing in his ears.

Tears prick at his eyes as he stares at the spot where you had just been standing. You were really here…or at least, part of you was.

"I’m trying…” he whispers hoarsely, even though he knows you’re already gone.

He sits in silence for a few moments, his heart heavy with emotion. He can still feel the ghost of your presence, lingering in the room.

But slowly, he starts to feel a sense of peace wash over him. You were proud of him. Even after everything, even from beyond the grave, you were still proud of him.

Blade lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumped. He knows he still has a long way to go, but for now, he feels like he can keep going.

For you.

He looks down at your necklace, still hanging around his neck. He grips it tightly, feeling the cold metal dig into his palm.

"I won’t forget you…” he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I won’t stop loving you…”

He sits there for a moment longer, letting the weight of his words sink in. He still misses you, more than anything in the world. But for the first time in months, he feels like he can face the future.

He takes a deep breath, standing up from his chair. He knows he can’t keep living in the past, but you will always have a piece of his heart, a piece that only you will ever touch.

He walks quietly to the window, resting his forehead against the cool glass. He closes his eyes, imagining that he can still feel your presence just outside the window.

For you…” he murmurs, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’ll keep living, for you.”

tears like sugar — boothill

summary: the sweetness of your tears makes boothill feel human again.

word count: 1.0k

content warnings: fem!reader ✦ dacryphilia ✦ oral sex(fem!receiving) ✦ overstimulation ✦ some touch starvation ✦ pet names (sugarplum /baby)

notes: just boothill being a love drunk simp <3

“Yer so pretty when ya cry.”

Boothill's hold on your naked hip was bruising and possessive as he pushed you down on the bed, but he still traced a tender, affectionate line from your temple to the bottom of your eyelashes beading with tears as he smiled crookedly; he imagined it to be a star pattern, pressing light into your skin. “I like it when yer face gets all soft n’ cloudy n’ sweet.” 

You flushed, bashfully attempting to cover your face with your hands, but Boothill wasn’t having any of that. He gently peeled them away, forcing you to stare at his face, bright with adoration. “C’mon, sugarplum, ya’ know I need to see your face when I make you fall apart.” 

Boothill had missed you so desperately. His work as a Galaxy Ranger always took him so far from where your hands could touch him. So many bitter nights kept him from the comfort of your arms, as grounding to him as the star shine that he traveled amongst, leaving him full of yearning, loneliness, and dreams filled with you. 

If he still could cry tears, Boothill would have shed several, letting them rain down on your face. But that part of his humanity has long been bled out of him, craved out of his body, sold for parts, phantom tears forever haunting his eyes. So how can one blame him that he was addicted to the loveliness that was you jumping in his awaiting arms, your adorable tears moistening the metal of his neck?

Boothill had you laid out beneath him, your body a universe made for his hands; every awe-inspired, reverent stroke and caress from the pleasure-pain of his fingers and teeth and tongue left you flushed so beautifully, color painting your body like a sunrise, and Boothill couldn’t help himself, he could never help himself when it came to you; he nipped at the soft bud of your nipple, and the sting of heavenly pain was so sudden you gasped, shivers dancing up your spine, liquid heat pooling in your stomach, an electric fire sparking to life inside you as you push yourself into his metallic chest, embers kissing shards of ice.

And more tears, shining and sweet, gathered in your eyelashes. Boothill wanted those tears to slide down your cheeks and into his mouth like falling stars.

All of his hot blood had long been frosted over with metal and circuitry, his robotic body an ice tundra slaughtering the spring in his veins; there was no bleeding heart to beat organically in the metal cage of his chest, no flesh or sinew to rub warmth into, but he knew you tried your best to love all of the cold hardware that forced him to be the ruthless machine he was today, with every tender kiss and affectionate touch that you showered on him. You wanted to make him feel human again. To make him feel like he is someone worth loving.

But there was no better way to show your love for him than when you fell apart in his hands, your tears raining down on him like a gift from the heavens when he lapped up the sticky sugar sweetness from your cunt, the velvet of your walls clenching around his artificial cock as he kissed away the sweet relief weeping from your eyes, the next best thing to a sugar rush for him. That’s what made his empty cavity of a chest burn with something bright and warm: your tears, salty and lovely and just for him alone. That is what made him human.

Boothill continued lavishing you with licks and kisses and small bites as he kept you pinned beneath by your hips. He trailed down from the valley of your breasts to the bliss he sought between your thighs, your delicate cries of please, Boothill, pleasepleaseplease a beautiful, needy melody in his ears, sending every electronic component within him humming. Aeons above, he could hear you cry like that forever until his body rusted over and broke down to nothing but scrap metal in the haven of your arms.

When he reached your cunt, he breathed you in and groaned softly; you were already so wet, your honeyed slick sliding down your legs, and Boothill wasn’t one to waste any precious drop; he licked them all up with a burning, aching swipe of his tongue, leaving behind a shining trail of his salvia. “You taste better than moonshine…” Boothill sighed against your inner thigh, your taste, sweet, sugary, and so utterly addicting, washing over him. “I jus’ want to devour you whole…”

And that’s exactly what he did; he latched onto your clit, his shark teeth and mouth a ravenous, all-encompassing, ruthless thing, sucking and licking and drinking you in until your voice cracked, breaking apart on his name, your cries crescendoing into sobs. 

He ate you and ate you, coaxing one orgasm to crash on his tongue like a wave, then another, and another, until you were nothing more than a quaking, wanton mess gripping tightly at his hair for relief. So needy. So perfect. So completely his.

“You got one more in ya, sugarplum. I know you do,” Boothill cooed softly, gazing up at you from between your thighs with reverence, your slick shining on his mouth like spilled starlight. You looked like what he had dreamed about for so many lonesome nights: beautiful and wrecked from the hunger of his desire, your face soft and cloudy and sweet, wet with tears.

So many beautiful tears. 

He drank from you until you were whimpering and limp in his hands, his grip on your hips lessening until he was rubbing them soothingly. “You did so good, baby.” Boothill pressed soft, apologetic kisses to your body as he crawled upwards until he was peppering your cheeks with them, lapping up the tears spilling from your eyes with his tongue. “Yer pretty as a picture…” 

Boothill knows that as soon as he separates himself from the warmth of your body, he’ll have to leave again, becoming weary and rueful thing cast out to endure the cold, black nights alone. But at least he has this memory as beautiful as the sweetest dream emblazoned in his mind to keep him going when things get hard: you, the brightest stars swimming in your eyes, love weeping between your thighs, your tears sweetening his tongue. 

He will never dream for anything more.

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂

Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, Robin, Jingliu

Warnings: Pre-plotline Jingliu (back in the quintet, spoilers for various quests, penacony spoilers (Robin), Pre-plotline & during plotline Robin, Small spoilers for Luofu questline(?) (Jingliu)

Part 2 Here: (w/Aventurine, Acheron & Boothill)

Part 3 Here: (w/Sunday & Black Swan)

- Main love languages is gift giving & acts of service

- Whenever he’s on a mission and sees something that reminds him of you he immediately buys it

- As for acts of service well he’ll help you out all the time, cooking, cleaning, opening the door for you etc.

- A quieter person also, but blade enjoys just sitting there and listening to you ramble on about life

- Most times you do a bunch of things and then blade follows you around like a little lost puppy… Its adorable

- Cuddles are not uncommon but not common either-it really depends on blades current mood for if he decides to cuddle with you (or if you ask him 100 times)

- Blade gets both Jealous & Possessive quite easily

- All it takes is one look from a man, not even suggestively, even if it’s looking at you for 0.5 of a second, blade is already on their throats

- It did depend on who you prefer to date, if you only like males he’s a little less jealous around women, although if you like both he’d ready to murder everyone in the world

- Blade doesn’t show much emotion, often you can’t figure out what he’s thinking

- His favourite date spots include picnic dates or small cafe dates

- Remember he’s a wanted criminal so he can’t go anywhere too public, that said he dislikes PDA a lof

- Blade would rather keep any affections between the two of you only, not even for the other stellaron hunters to see

- Some gifts Blade gives you include souvenirs from different worlds he goes to, a sword to protect yourself (if you need it) and some cute stuffed animals he saw that reminded him of you

- Hes the quiet type in the relationship most of the time

- Likes affection in private, but in public he loves kisses (on the cheek, or small kisses on his lips), hugs or even holding hands

- Cuddles are his favourite, he doesn’t care too much in who hugs who

- Especially loves physical touch & giving you gifts

- Its adorable seeing your face light up when he gives you something

- You both have a shared room in the express so most of the time you both just cuddle while you sleep

- Loves forehead kisses, especially when you give them-it makes him blush every single time

- During the trailblaze mission of the Luofu he tried avoiding you in his Imbibitor Lunae form (but he knows he can’t hide forever and you guys have to fight together so you end up seeing it)

- His tail gives away his emotions away whenever hes in that form (its adorable)

- Oh and March is your #1 shipper

- Shes gotten a lot of pictures of the two of you when you guys weren’t looking

- Robin is similar to the other two, fairly quiet in the relationship

- As a popular singer you attend all of her concerts and help give her some luck

- As well as calm her nerves when needed

- Loves cuddling! Its her favorite pastime (small spoon)

- Physical touch means a lot to her, cuddling, handholding, hugging, anything

- In public Robin loves holding your hand, keeping you close to her

- In private, she enjoys cuddling you, hugs again, but she adores when you touch her wings (watch her get all flustered from that)

- Also enjoys giving you gifts

- Many of her fans adore you, some are very jealous though…

- Speaking of jealousy she doesn’t get too jealous-if you spend too long ignoring her though she’ll start sulking just a little bitbit

- Her fans are definitely jealous at you both, they wish they were in your place all of the time

- You’ve met Sunday plenty of times, the first time you both met he threatened you if anything happens to her

- But he understands how much his sister loves you and ends up accepting you

- When Robin “dies” in the Penacony dreamscape you and Sunday teamup to find the murderer as the ultimate duo

- Of course he makes you do most of the labor

- In the end, you end up like Sunday when you both confront Gallagher

- Jingliu adores her partner

- Naturally, the other 4 members of the quintet love you aswell-you often hangout with eachother

- Jing Yuan tells you stories about Jingliu on missions, Yinqing is quiet yet you both chat about smaller things like food or tea, Dan Feng is most likely the busiest out of the 4

- Around the Quintet Jingliu doesn’t mind if you hug her, hold her waist, hold hands or even kiss

- Most likely she’ll have her arm around your waist to keep you close

- Other than the quintet, she generally doesn’t do any actions of PDA except hand holding (+ an occasional kiss)

- She actually isn’t a jealous person, even if she is (which never happens), shes great at hiding how she truly feels

- With her, you’ll wake up to her arms around you, forcing you to sleep and stay with her longer

- One adorable thing she does is she always kisses you on the forehead before leaving for a mission

- As she returns from a mission, she is often tired and loves to cuddle you

- In those moments shes a small spoon-but usually Jingliu perfers being the big spoon

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Dating Them! Characters: Himeko, Welt, Firefly, Herta, Ruan Mei, Fu Xuan & Obsidian Warnings: Penacony questline spoilers (Firefly)

- Himeko is more of a quiet, gentle lover

- Her main love languages is quality time so she loves to hangout with you every single day, even if its as simple as chatting over tea or as big as going on an adventure to find a stellaron

- Following that it would be gift giving, giving you small but simple gifts of things that you like or reminded her of you

- In the past she has given you

Tea Cups (or Coffee cups if you're a coffee drinker)

Specialized Jewelry

- When she does cuddle its usually whenever you both are in bed getting ready to sleep

- But you don't go to sleep cuddling like that-she'd prefer to hold you a bit before and then sleep separately (although you both are still in the same bed)

- Himekos favourite dates include Coffee/Tea hangouts or Movies

- PDA is okay but only if its the express crew and only a little bit, not full on making out infront of them-holding hands, occasional kisses and hugging is okay. Infront of anyone else she sticks to hand holding or hugging

- Himeko also isn't too jealous as a person, she trusts you won't leave her so she trusts you fully

- Welt is very similar to Himeko in a loving sense

- Similar to her hes gentle and quiet-not to mention he never gets jealous over you

- One thing he does get is protective, specifically when someones overstepped the boundaries a little bit

- His main love language would be acts of service. Welt loves helping you out whenever you need it, holding the door for you, protecting you from an enemy etc!

- Some gifts he would give you include...

Chocolates

Perfume

Flowers (lots of flowers)

Watches

- Welt loves cuddling whenever you both have free time, specifically either you laying on top of him or the other way around

- If you both wanted to, he would also love to cuddle to sleep

- Some of the dates you guys go on can include:

Picnics

Movies

Teaching you skills

- Now to be dating firefly you have to know about her being SAM + know the other Stellaron Hunters

- As a lover, Firefly lets you take the lead in the relationship a bit more but she isn't afraid to talk to you about things that are needed

- Her main love language is Words of Affirmation & Gift Giving

- She always loves to say "I love you" or "you're beautiful" or even how cute/adorable/handsome you are

- Other than that we've seen before in the Penacony quest how she loves to give gifts/food to her partners whenever they remind her of them! The same goes with you! Whenever she seems something she think you might like she always goes out to buy it for you

- Which includes pastries, keychains, necklaces and a lot more

- Dates with firefly would occur really anywhere. She's not really known for being wanted like the rest of the hunters so she does have creative freedom-just don't do anything or go anywhere where she would need to activate SAM and you're fine!

- Occasionally she might get a little jealous/question if she deserves you but just talk her out of it and make her understand how much you love her

- Dating Herta is special since she does have countless copies of herself all over the space station

- You could talk with her at her office and then walk out...BOOM! There's another Herta standing in front of you

- On that note, Herta's main love language is Quality Time!

- It works out since there are many Hertas-even so she wants you to hangout with her main body (the one in her office) the most, so its where you spend most of your day

- Some popular dating spots she'd bring you:

Researching together

Eating lunch together

- Ruan Mei is a careful lover

- Her love language is Acts of Service & Physical Touch

- Ruan Mei enjoys helping you out with small tasks & she enjoys whenever you help her out aswell

- Physical Touch for her is mainly holding hands while walking and doing various things

- Jealousy doesn't exist in Ruan Mei's books either-why would you leave her for someone you met 0.5 seconds ago? That isn't like you at all

- Dates with her vary, some can include:

Going out for lunch together

Working on science projects/experiments

- Ruan Mei is very protective of you-its like she has a third eye watching you at all times to ensure nothing bad happens to you

- Fu Xuan's love language is mainly acts of service

- She is very shy with physical affection most of the time, especially if you do something in front of others

- But she will help you out from time to time and occasionally takes your fortune if you wish

- Date spots with Fu Xuan include...

Walks around the Luofu

Combat training to up your skills

Going to an arcade together

- Occasionally she will also give small gifts that she think you'd enjoy, usually its only on special occasions though

- From what we seen Obsidian likes to cause chaos and start "bloodbaths" as she'd say

- But in a relationship she'd treat you as a Queen/King

- Always paying attention to you, Always doing what you'd like

- Her servants always follow your orders because if they don't well lets just say Obsidian won't be happy

- Having baths together in "blood" is also her favorite activity

With an s/o who has an Angel Ability/Angel Wings

Characters: Sunday & Dazai

- You were like him because you both have Angel Wings

- Sunday would love to cuddle you when both of your wings are open just because it’d look nice

- Also, he loves touching them. This also includs brushing them/taking care of your wings

- This includes getting you both the best products & taking care of them together

- Its unknown if he can fly in the canon world but if you both could than the two of you would fly together often

- If its just you, you could carry him sometimes while you fly or you’d just fly and he’d walk beneath you

- Dazai is really clingy-which carries over with your wings. All the time he is constantly hugging them or feeling them and even cuddling with them

- He thinks they're fluffy and perfect

- Shows you off a lot, specifically your wings

- Also does a lot of partner missions with you, he can do all the talking and you can capture the enemy from the air or behind you

- Dazai is one of the smartest so he can easily think of ways that both you and him are needed for the new mission he was given

- At this point Kunikida just gives them to both of you since Dazai wants it that way

Fainted...⚓🛢️⛽🚨🚦

breeding kink with jing yuan or welt please? 👉👈

Hell yes! Perfect! Although I already wrote it for Welt so this will be only Jing Yuan.

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, desk sex, office sex, dirty talk, married couple, creampie

A/N: I have so many thoughts about Jing Yuan, its hard to get them all in order.

Jing Yuan loves seeing you overflowing with his seed, which is why one of his favorite positions is you bent over his desk in his office, panties around your ankles to catch any cum that falls down. He was wild in bed before but ever since you've gotten married he hasn't stopped trying to get you pregnant, might take a few tries but don't worry, he's never one to give up.

"It's okay darling, we'll keep this up for as long as it takes. I have no problem staying in that warm hole of yours all day if needed. Work? No, nothing is more important then giving you the kids that you want. You ready? Here it comes, take it all okay? Fuck... feels like... you're trying to get every drop. Good, good, take it, be my greedy slut."

You get frustrated a lot when you see how much of his cum flows out as opposed to stays inside you so you reach down and start fingering it back inside. Jing Yuan kisses your back while you do so, his hand working his cock up to full hardness once more.

"Don't be sad, I've got lots more for you, I'll make sure you have as much of my seed as possible you hear? Baby, shh, no need for those whimpers. I know, I know you feel empty, I'll give you my cock again soon. I won't leave this office without making sure your womb took my cum. I can't wait to see your belly grow round, can't wait to touch it, to feel the baby kicking."

He doesn't care how many days he has to have you in his office or his bed like this, all he wants is to breed you thoroughly, be balls deep inside you as your pussy tightens and loosens around him for the hundredth time. He starts to not even want to pull out, keeping his soft cock in there until its hardened again by the subtle twitches and spasms of your pussy walls, keeping more cum inside that way too.

"Again. Fuck, lets go again. I'm not stopping, not now, I'll fuck my heir into that pretty belly of yours. Just wait until I get hard again. Hm? More then one? Oh you thought I would stop at one? Sweetheart, if I could breed you all the time I would. Sadly that wouldn't be good for you, so how many do you want? I was thinking three kids at least."

normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

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HEAD EMPTY, JUST WANNA FUCK YOU PT. 2

pairing: caelus/f!reader, dan heng/f!reader, gepard/f!reader (separate)

cw: (all) sexual fantasies, unconventional turn-ons, they’re all pervs, (caelus) established relationship, gross misuse of lotion?, cum play, hand job, cum eating, mutual masturbation, cumming in pants, he calls you ‘princess,’ (dan heng) m!masturbation, reader wears a skirt, gross misuse of social media pictures, pussy job, overstimulation, marking, cunnilingus, (gepard) reader has long, manicured nails, hand job, choking?, making out, marking, creampie

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CAELUS' eyes can't help but wander sometimes. He doesn't mean to have his attention waver! It's just how he is so it's no surprise that he's slowly zoning your voice out as his eyes traced over your movements like a hawk to its breakfast. You were talking about... what was it... Fragmentums? He wants to apologize but it's not his fault that whatever the subject of your conversation was is so boring compared to how your hands slowly rubbed against each other, a creamy liquid being pushed in between your fingers and under your fingernails. It smells so good too—a feminine maturity with a dark undertone that knocks the breath out of his throat. He watches the way your fingers slowly circled around your knuckles, pressing and massaging each with tender care before sliding your hands up your arms. Your motion causes your skin to ripple gently, bouncing back to shape tantalizingly as the lotion goes from opaque to translucent. His dick throbs at that. Lust sinks its claws into his head and suddenly, the air is too hot because... because what if it wasn't lotion? What if it was his cum that's dripping from your hands? What if after you pumped him dry with your soft hands, you'd rub at your fingers and bring it to your mouth—eyes solely focused on him before they flutter close as you sucked them dry, moaning at the salty taste of him before reaching out and clawing for more? Would you let him fuck into his palm as he watches you squeeze at your flesh, tracing fine lines with another hand as you reached down to your heat? Caelus thinks you'd look so, so pretty as your fingers mimic the way you'd draw circles over your knuckles to your nub—the prettiest as you knock your head back, lips parted in a silent moan as tears well up in your eyes. You'd tell him to "please, please hurry, Caelus!" and he will because there's nothing he won't do for his precious princess. He'll chase his high through the beautiful sight of you and he'll come over your bare chest, using the tip of his cock to spread and paint a love heart over your flushed skin. What can you say? That's just how much he loves you. You'll forgive him for how dirty his thoughts are, right? And for making a mess on your sheets, a dark, wet patch spreading over your comforters as it drips past and down his pants.

DAN HENG prides himself over his control over his sexual needs. In fact, he'd argue that he didn't have much of a libido to worry about in his day-to-day affairs. Ah, but... That was all before you. Something about you has him clenching his teeth, whites of his knuckles appearing as he tried to force the downright disrespectful image of you in his wild, wild thoughts. He's just about flipped you in a hundred different positions in his mind while you cling to his arm, unknowing of how much he's lewding you. Even now, as you lay in peace and secure under the warmth of your blankets, Dan Heng shoves himself in the corner of the archives, pants unbuckled and half-way down his toned thighs as he tried to muffle his sensual groans. It's dark and everyone's already sound asleep and yet, here he was, disregarding the fact that he's a member of the expedition team for tomorrow's mission in favor of rutting up the hand coiled around his twitching cock. It's so unlike him to be so depraved that he can only moan louder around the hem of his shirt that's caught in between his teeth. The way the cool air hit his exposed stomach made him avert his gaze, unluckily—or not—back to the object of his desires. He uses his free hand to reach for his phone, the only light in the room that could illuminate how reddened his cheeks have become. Dilated eyes stared at your profile, fingers spreading to zoom at the patch of skin taunting his heady daze. It's so innocent; how you're beaming at the camera and how you chose such a cute outfit, such a cute mini-skirt for him to rub his cock raw over. Dan Heng's cusses as more fluid oozes out. It's just so invigorating how your thighs looked so heavenly in that skirt, and he's torn between wanting to flip it over to glide his hardened cock over your moist folds until both of your are screaming from oversensitivity or shoving his face in between them, tonguing and leaving hickies over your thighs before sucking the life out of your swollen clit. He lets out the prettiest pants as he approaches his climax and he wonders... Would you be disgusted with him if you saw him like this, disheveled from the need to fuck you dumb? Or would you smile at him like you are now through your picture, encouraging the corrupted descent of his mind? Dan Heng could only wonder about it as cum oozes out of his poor, overused dick—spurting even on his phone, conveniently over your untouched thighs.

GEPARD knows it's wrong; that it goes against not only the Silvermane Guards' code of conduct but also his personal moral standards to think about you with such degeneracy when you're not even doing anything that can come across as a sexual insinuation. Still, against all the fiber and nerve in his body, his heart races. It thumps against his ribcage, pumping blood to his head, making his vision spin and to his cock that strains against the constraints of his pants. He tries to shake it off, thinking of all sorts of tragic things just to remove the weight of immorality over his shoulders but you fan your fingers over his face and fuck—he's a goner. You tap your nails over the metal part of his uniform, giggling guiltlessly as you flaunt your freshly done nails. They're so pretty, you nearly squeal and he agrees. They're so pretty that he can picture them so vividly spreading and gripping his white, linen sheets. The colors would pop up in contrast so well and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from tangling his own over yours as he fucked himself into your squelching pussy from behind. You point out the embellishments you had added and all he can think about is how good it'll feel as you use your nails to graze over his thick cock. You'll giggle cutely into his ear before taking him into your hand, pumping him teasingly at first before you pick up the pace as you feel him press at your throat, guiding you to a sloppy, wet kiss. You'll feel him licking at your teeth, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth while his hand remains as a firm reminder around your neck, and when he bites harshly at your lip, you'll know he's cumming—making a mess all over your fingers. You'll complain about him ruining your manicure and he's pressing apologetic kisses over your mounds. Maybe then, he'll finally let you have a glimpse of why he loves your nails so much. It's so obvious when he gently pushes you to lie on his bed; when he parts your legs and pushes his leaky cock into you; when he purposefully lowers himself while slowly stretching you out. He makes you feel every inch he takes because it makes you so desperate, whining into his ear and reaching around to dig fine, red lines behind his back. The sweet pain from your needy clawing drives him crazy and he's sure that he'll cum if he didn't pause for a bit. You're both already so fucked out but he's not done yet. He plows into you with all the strength and stamina he gained from being a captain and he never slows—just ruts into you like a rabid animal and only after you engrave small crescents over his chest does he shoot his load deep inside of you. He comes back to reality when you snap your fingers in front of him. You miss the dark look in his eyes when he chuckles and disregards your concern with an offer to pay for your next manicure trip.

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for you there's only love / dan heng x reader

cw: n-sfw, fem-bodied reader, no pronouns, use of a vibe, c*ckwarming, soft dom!dan heng, he's weak for you, finishing inside, he calls you 'sweetheart', moderately proofread. // ( 1.7k wc )

💬: i'm obsessed w/ him in every way! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა

dan heng was emotionless -- at least, that was his outward appearance. he never smiled, never even quirked a brow at march's many antics among the express. many would assume it was simply because he was used to it, and they'd be none the wiser.

but if someone did want to know what was truly on dan heng's mind, they'd need only look into his eyes. for as little expression he showed on his features, his eyes always told a different story.

so when he looks down at you beneath him, lips barely parted and brows barely pinched, it stands to reason why you see so many stars bursting within his irises.

dan heng had lost track of time -- how long had it been since he'd joined you in your room? how long since he'd given you a kiss, something simple and meant solely as a goodnight parting? how long since you lulled him in with your sweet taste and soft touch that now, his clothes and yours sat in disarray on the floor?

he couldn't be too sure. he was always the one to keep track of things; every minor detail. but right now, his mind was focused solely on you. hopelessly devoted to every wrinkle in your nose, every shallow breath to pass your lips, every tremble he could coax from your body.

something about the way your head rolled back into the pillow, exposing your neck to the dim overhead lighting brought him forward to kiss along your esophagus, licking at your skin that tasted like sweat. but it was nice, he thought. intoxicating. dan heng couldn't get enough of you.

a long, drawn-out moan louder than any before burst from deep in your chest at the change in pressure against your clit. dan heng's pelvis pushed against the bullet he'd been holding against you, pressing almost unbearably between your lips. the vibrations racked through your core, making you squirm beneath him and grab fistfuls of the rumpled sheets.

"dan heng," you whined, your words almost slurring. he pulled away just enough and your hand was quick to find purchase in his hair, tangling and pulling through soft curls as you brought his lips to yours.

you licked into his mouth, and dan heng thought, surely, he was done for. the urge to rut his hips into yours was almost overpowering, especially with the way you hugged his cock so perfectly, drooling and squeezing him whenever the vibe became a little too much.

when you finally pulled back for air, your lips parted with an audible smack, strings of saliva snapping against your skin. "please.. i need you, baby,"

"oh, yeah?" his voice shook, catching him by surprise. he hadn't expected it to be that noticeable.

"i'm close -- so close -- please, fuck me," you begged between sharp gasps. he rolled his hips forward, albeit unintentionally. he'd only been meaning to shift his weight but it was enough to give you a taste of what you could be having.

he kissed the apples of your cheeks, taking his sweet time as he came to a stop by your ear. his cheek burned hot against yours, the flush that tinged his skin a pretty pink not going unnoticed.

"you want me to fuck you?" he asked softly, his tone treading on the verge of teasing. you nodded quickly. "have you given me what i asked for yet?"

you squeezed your eyes shut in a pout, face contorting as another wave of pressure swelled in your belly. it was maddening. the desire to cum was right there, you could touch it with your fingertips if you tried hard enough. but it was just out of reach. you just couldn't seem to tip over that edge.

"i can't, i -- hm! -- i need help," his weight kept you from rolling your hips against his, further adding to the frustration. "just a little bit. pleeease,"

dan heng's heart hammered against his chest and he hoped, wished that you could feel the way it beat for you with a fondness that was reserved for you and you alone.

he kissed your temple, kissed between your brows to smooth the creases that'd made a home on your features. you were so fucking pretty -- the fact you were in such a state because of him, chest heaving because of him, so wet because of him. dan heng adored you. how could he possibly deny you?

he shifted back onto his knees just then, his lean frame towering above you as it had been previously. long fingers trailed down your torso, admiring every delicate curve before he came to rest between your thighs. using his thumb and middle finger, he spread your pussy open wide and began to circle the vibe around your clit.

immediately, dan heng had to bite his lip when you tightened around him. he was already so hard. you'd felt amazing from the moment he pushed inside and he was just as ready to reach his end as you were.

his hips rolled back the smallest amount, the drag against your walls exactly what you'd been seeking. "get my dick wet, then i'll give you whatever you want, sweetheart."

his lewd words went straight between your legs, only amplified by the weight of his heavy cock thrusting shallowly in and out. just barely, ever so slightly, his swollen tip slid against the sweetest spot deep within your cunt. dan heng twitched inside, getting harder by the second, molding you into his shape.

"that's it, you're so close," he encouraged you, his gunmetal gaze keeping eye contact as your body jolted. heavy-lidded and glassy, you clenched at the want he held for you in his eyes.

as you tensed, dan heng's thrusts became more intense. he couldn't stop the way his hips canted against yours any longer, his mind too drunk on you to bear.

"fuuck, yes, cum for me," his lips parted, brows pinching together as you did as you were told. his voice was a whine, breaking with every other syllable. you were so good for him, so good to him.

all at once, your orgasm crested with an intense shiver from the base of your skull to the tip of your tailbone. it racked through your spine, arching your back from the mattress until he was kissing that same spot over and over and over.

it didn't stop, the pleasure growing in intensity. white-hot heat burst across the backs of your eyelids and you felt for certain that you were floating away if it wasn't for the strong rolling of his hips against yours. in your haze, you grab a pillow from above your head and press it to your heated face, crossing your arms over top to muffle the sounds that you couldn't seem to keep quiet, even if you'd wanted to.

it was too much in the best way possible. you were overwhelmed with the bliss that only dan heng could give you.

dan heng continued to fuck into you, your body now left to the mercy of his strong thrusts. your pussy was sucking him in so much, the most obscene squelching hitting his ears whenever he'd pull out. you were so greedy for him.

"k-keep going, hah! -- don't stop," he huffed, his own mind going dizzy at the sight of you squirming beneath him, tits bouncing and pussy creaming around his cock. "you're gonna make me cum -- please, make me cum,"

at the last moment, dan heng picked up his pace for only a few more thrusts before he couldn't take it anymore. his balls tightened, ready to spill every last drop of spend into you, and he knew you would happily take it all.

his head tipped back, exposing his sweat-soaked skin, the column of his throat expanding as he swallowed thickly. he jerked into you sloppily, your grip around him only now beginning to relax.

dan heng pulled the vibrator away and clicked the button to turn it off, tossing it aside into the sea of blankets and sheets. exhausted, but still being careful of your form, he lowered himself down above your torso and pulled the pillow from your face, your arms falling on either side of your head. the tiniest grin tugged at his lips.

"you alright?" he smoothed your messy hair from your face, letting his fingers trace the outline of your cheek. "you look a bit winded."

you simply nodded, wetting your dried lips before speaking. "it was a bit much," your chest heaved as you drew in a deep, refreshing breath. "but still, so good."

dan heng leaned into your space, kissing the tip of your nose, and your parted lips. he took the moment to admire your features while your eyes remained closed; the curve of your lips, how long your lashes were. he wanted to stay forever in this moment of bliss. he hadn't even pulled out yet, still wanting to be as close to you as possible.

gradually getting strength back into your limbs, you wound your arms around his neck and played with the hair at his nape, sweat-dampened and curled more than usual. you brought him forward, laying his head on your chest as you urged him to rest. his skin was hot against yours, and you rubbed at his shoulders to soothe his breathing.

"will you stay with me tonight?" you asked after several long moments of silence.

"if you'd like," he lifted his head, his gaze bleary and heavy. he was already on the verge of succumbing to sleep. "we have to get cleaned up first, though."

when all was said and done, clothed in your comfiest sleepwear and toys cleaned and put back in their hiding spots, you crawled back into your bed and collapsed into the pillows. dan heng wound his way around your body, holding you close. you sensed the way his chest expanded against your back with steady breaths, comfortable and content.

his nose nuzzles into your hairline, just behind your ear where he breathes in your comforting scent. his limbs grow heavy, fatigue settling deep within his bones and it's all he can do just to hug you closer to him one more time.

"one day," he speaks quietly, pausing to see if you respond. only your breathing is heard. "one day, i'll tell you."

one day, i'll tell you that i love you.

but until that day comes, dan heng will let his eyes do the talking.

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quiet dream. / dan heng x reader, 18+, smut, reader is fem bodied, grinding, thigh-fucking, fingering, creampie, soft dan heng, reader is super needy, dan heng offers to help when you can't sleep. word count: 4.7k

You can't sleep. 

It's a realization you've slowly come to after waking up in the middle of the night several times in a row, but it really starts to hit you like a truck after the fourth. This time, you don't even bother to try and close your eyes again. You just sigh, twist onto your back, and stare begrudgingly at the shadows on the ceiling. 

You want to get some rest, you really do. You know you're going to need it. You can't let exhaustion affect your performance on such a difficult and important mission. But no matter how hard you try, it's damn near impossible to sleep when every time you start to drift off, you get interrupted by dark visions and terrible nightmares and loud voices you don't recognize echoing inside your head. 

It's been plaguing you ever since you first set foot in Belobog. You were almost starting to think you were losing it. Perhaps this hotel is cursed. Or maybe not, since none of your comrades seem to be suffering from the same fate. 

You stumbled out of your room and saw your teammates already waiting for you in the hall. March chuckles and tells you she had a nice dream about making snow angels with Pom Pom. Dan Heng doesn't look up from his phone as he answers, I didn't have any dreams. 

So it's just you. 

At this point, you've tried absolutely everything — you've made yourself comfortable in every position you can think of, you've got up and paced around hoping it'd relieve some of your energy, you've tossed and turned and yet still, nothing has helped. No, no, you can't take this, you have to do something. When your missions are only getting more and more difficult, you're going to need all the energy you can get. You can't go another night without sleeping. 

Your brain spins with ideas of possible solutions. You can't get any medicine, it's way past the time for any stores to be open. Can't get any food or something to drink either. You don't feel like bothering March 7th, she'll just babble on and on and keep you up even further. Sitting here alone in silence though, with nothing but the idle hum of the passing train cars to keep you company does nothing but make your insomnia worse. 

When it comes down to it, there's only one last idea you can think of. 

You fling the covers away from your face and sit up to plant both your feet on the ground. You open the door to your room as slowly as you can to keep it from creaking, and you carefully make your way down the hall, rounding the corner, to the first room on your left. Sucking in a nervous breath, you raise your knuckle and knock, but when there's no response after a few seconds, you twist the doorknob and invite yourself inside. 

The blankets shuffle and Dan Heng lifts his head immediately, hair messy and eyes squinted as they adjust to the sudden flood of light. He seems to relax, tense shoulders slumping once he realizes it's only you. 

"What happened?" His voice is rough and laced with tiredness, but he's sitting up further, and he's getting right to the point, "Are you okay?" 

"Nothing, I'm fine. Relax." You raise your hands defensively and gently close the door behind you with your heel. It clicks shut. "I can't sleep, so I figured I'd stay with you for a bit. If that's okay." 

Dan Heng eyes you up and down, considering, before he flops back onto the bed with a quiet sigh, the mattress bouncing from the sudden weight. 

"Sorry, I'll leave if you want me to." 

"No," He retorts sternly, shaking his head, his response catching you a little off guard. Is he really okay with this? 

Much to your surprise, he continues, "It's fine, I understand. Here." Then, he shifts, turning over and onto his side to make some space next to him. "You can sleep with me if you think it'll help." 

Quickly, without giving him a chance to change his mind, you make your way over, and Dan Heng lifts the covers so you can crawl in. You aren't used to seeing him like this; his hair all ruffled, his clothes casual, just a blank t-shirt and sweats. When you settle in and he leans his head onto the fluffy white pillow, you swear you catch him trying to stifle a yawn. 

Honestly, you really didn't expect him to let you in so easily, either. You haven't known him for very long, but you're somewhat familiar with each other, to the point you'd consider him your friend, but Dan Heng's a private sort of person. He's a bit stiff, a bit hard to talk with — You like him, you really do. You like those parts of him. You like the way he's serious and smart and strong, how he's much kinder than he appears. 

You like the way his nose scrunches when he's focused on something. You like how he cares for you awkwardly but earnestly, slipping his jacket off of his arms and draping it over your shoulders when you first arrived to Jarilo-VI and said you felt cold. He cleared his throat and glanced away, muttering something half-hearted like, Just thank me later. 

The thing is, despite all that, despite everything he's done for you, you can't seem to figure out the way he feels. Dan Heng is the most impossible person you think has ever existed. 

And right now, even though he's invited you to come lay next to him, you still can't decide, and your brain is a little too scrambled to really start thinking about it. 

He's already shut his eyes again, his face is close, wisps of dark hair messy. His chest rises and falls, up and down. 

"Did I wake you up?" 

He cracks his eyes back open when he hears you speak once more. 

"Yes." Dan Heng answers bluntly, and if you weren't feeling so shitty right now you might've just chuckled. 

"Sorry." 

"Don't worry about it." The smallest specs of golden light cast from the street lamps outside reflect in his gaze. "I wasn't upset. I'm more concerned about you. Why can't you sleep?"

"Mmm," You look away, shrugging your shoulders, "Bad dreams." 

"Nightmares, huh?" 

Yeah, he'd surely know a thing or two about that. Though, strangely, he hasn't had any bad dreams since arriving in Belobog. Maybe it's because the plush hotel beds are way comfier than his little setup on the Astral Express, he figures. 

The exhaustion in your tone doesn't lie: "They've been happening ever since we got here. And it's not a regular thing, it's the first time I've had so many dreams like this and… they're relentless." 

If the room was a little less dim, and if you were paying just a little more attention, you might have caught the way Dan Heng's expression starts to soften. 

"I'm sorry. I wonder if there's a reason for it. Something with the environment here." He says. You let your eyes close at the sound of his voice. "I'll check the data bank tomorrow. I researched Jarilo-VI thoroughly before we came here, and I don't remember anything like that in any of the submissions, but… I suppose I might've missed it." 

You snuggle into the pillow, your body feels warm and light; Dan Heng's presence alone provides you with comfort, and you're already starting to drift off. You silently hope to yourself that this will be the last time, and then you murmur in response, "Dunno. I'm tired, you can tell me about it later." 

"Right." Dan Heng answers. "I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight." 

Dan Heng is losing his mind. 

When you first stumbled into his room, he didn't think anything of it. He knows how difficult nightmares can be, especially the ones that seem to be affecting you. Until now, he's never seen you so troubled. He doesn't have a problem keeping you company — you'd do the same for him, and he knows that.

The first time, you managed to drift off for an hour or so. He stayed awake for a while to watch over you, and when you ended up waking up from another bad dream, Dan Heng slung an arm around you, he rubbed your back with his palm and tried to mutter something into your ear to help you fall asleep: some boring story he learned from the archives.

But you were quick to wake again. And again, and again. Nothing worked, trying his best to help you has only served to make him just as restless as you are, and right now you, you're just —

"Dan Heng, please." 

You say his name in a voice so pleading, so sweet and sugary it takes nearly everything he has to struggle to resist. A warm blaze of heat rushes to every corner of his face, his breath is hot and thick, the slightest bit shaky when it fans over the expanse of your neck. In your tossing and turning, you've chosen to face away from him now, with your back pressed deft to his chest. Dan Heng wonders how strongly you can feel the thudding of his heart. 

The proximity alone is enough to get his heart pounding — you're so warm, so close, he can't take it — but each and every word you say makes it so much worse, and you keep shifting back, you keep pressing into him and you just have to know what you're doing. 

"You're still awake." 

Dan Heng breathes the words into your ear, his voice as still as he can get it. Matter-of-fact, just an observation. Not acknowledging anything but not ignoring you either. Exactly as you'd expect him to respond. 

Softly, barely audible, you grumble back a simple response: "Yeah." 

"Get some rest."

You back up into him a bit more, your ass rubs against his groin, right there; you both sigh in unison, yours of relief, his more like exasperation. 

Dan Heng grips you hard, fingers curled into your side. "Stop it." 

"I can't, I can't fall asleep like this. You're so stubborn." You huff, and you sound honest with that, you're seemingly breathless already. 

It's half his fault this is happening. He'll take some of the blame. Perhaps he shouldn't have held you so close earlier. When your breathing got faster, when you hugged him tighter, maybe it was wrong of him to let his lips ghost over your neck, or his palms drift over your thighs. 

He wasn't trying to take things this far, he's never had any bad intentions. He's the one in the wrong for getting carried away. You were just so close, and Dan Heng hasn't been able to stop his heart from pounding for hours now. 

It wouldn't be the first time he's thought more with his heart than his brain. Stupid. 

He swallows the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry." 

He's realizing he's weaker than he thought he was, he's more obvious about his feelings for you than he intended. He has to be stubborn, but he's already failed, because you've gone and found him out. Now, you know. 

You know, because you're gripping his arm with an urgency, you're twisting around and forcing him to meet your desperate eyes while your free hand finds and fiddles with the loose drawstrings of his sweatpants. 

Dan Heng, please fuck me. 

God, how can you say that without even hesitating? His head is spinning. He feels dizzy, he feels like this isn't really happening.

"You're- that's enough." He presses his hand to your shoulder and shoves, but clearly with no force behind it. You don't budge. 

"How many more times?" Your warm fingers are working their way under the hem of his pants now, teasing his bare skin ever-so slightly, "How many more times do I have to ask?" 

How much longer, because you know he's going to give in. 

"I-" Dan Heng looks away, anywhere but where you're staring at him. He breathes a long, heavy sigh out from his mouth. There's an ache in his chest he can't possibly shake, and an even harder throb between his legs. 

He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. You don't have protection. You're not even dating. 

One hand twists up to hold the back of his neck, and when the other brushes down to squeeze the bulge of his stiffening cock through his sweats, Dan Heng starts to forget about all the things he'd better not do. 

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and with eyes half-open, he looks towards you again, finally. "You think it'll help you sleep?" 

You nod, "Mhmm." 

"And you're okay with that? This is really what you want?" 

"Yes, it is, I'm sure," You say, you're starting to tug his sweats from his hips and his breath is hitching and stuttering in his throat, "I can't wait any longer. I need you." 

Dan Heng gives himself just one more moment to attempt to compose himself. Your thumbs brush the space just underneath his hip bones, and he takes an unconvincing deep breath in. Then, he's placing his hand on your chest and gently pushing you back; the hotel bed creaks, the mattress shifts and the sheets rustle as he slowly climbs on top of you. 

"Need is a strong word," Fingers grasped around the hem, he makes quick work of shedding his t-shirt. The crisp night air is colder than he thought. The dim light casts most of his face in shadow. "What's got you like this?" 

"You want it with me just as badly, don't you?" 

You've dodged the question. But you aren't wrong. 

"Just this once." Dan Heng affirms, "We won't bring it up again." 

One time. That'll be enough. If he's lucky, you'll save him the embarrassment and remember this as just another dream. 

When it comes to you, he's just too weak. 

"Dan Heng-"

There it is again, you're saying his name in a tone reserved just for him — Dan Heng gasps, he fucks up into you a little harder, he rams right into your sweet spot and you grasp his forearm to steady yourself, his muscles firm when you squeeze. The sound of skin against skin along with the rhythmic creak of the bed echo around the walls of the small hotel room. Arm wrapped around your stomach, you're on your side, and his body curls around yours, his head leant on your shoulder, hand tightly gripping the fat of your thigh. 

Sweat coats his skin, his head feels hazy, thoughts dreamy. By now, he's come to lose any semblance of lucidity he once had, any hope of not taking things any further. But when he's buried all the way inside you, he's hardly even come to realize.

His voice feels sore and tired, but he still manages to mumble into your ear, "Say it again." 

And you do, you say his name once more, twice more. Dan Heng fucks his cock right into that perfect spot for the hundredth time and you're cooing each syllable for him even louder. 

"S-Shit, you-" He interrupts himself with a gasp for breath, "You feel so amazing, I'm- I can't," He never sounds like this, so needy and awestruck. A soft moan uttered right into the nape of your neck, then, "I'm gonna cum again." 

Your fingers clench the sheets tighter, your breath comes out in short pants, "Wanna hear you say my name too, Dan Heng-"

His arms are shaking, and once he teeters over the edge he's practically biting down on your shoulder to keep himself from getting too loud; he focuses less on hitting the right spot and more on getting off, his thrusts into you become sloppy and clumsy and erratic. As he cums, chanting your name with each fragile breath, he just barely manages to find a moment of clarity, slipping out to fist his cock and empty all over the sheets. 

His heart thuds incessantly in his ears, drowning out everything else. He's gasping, wiping his hand off on the sheet, resting his forehead onto your shoulder and swallowing to keep his throat from drying up. 

"You alright?" Of course, your well-being is the first thing Dan Heng is concerned about. 

"I'm fine," You answer immediately. 

Dan Heng stays quiet for a few agonizingly long seconds. Slowly, he guides his half-hard cock to your thighs, he slides it in between them and feels it start to throb and pulse with need again once you squirm, adjusting to give him more room to work with. 

Warm, you're so warm, he closes his eyes and thrusts forwards and he's already thinking about how it's going to feel so much better when he puts it back inside you. 

"Sorry, what am I doing?" Dan Heng suddenly freezes, rubbing his temple with his fingers. He's absolutely losing his mind. "I'll stop. I'll stop if you want me to." 

"Don't," You reply, and he finds it difficult to object, "I want to keep going, come here." 

You're twisting around then, pulling away from him and shifting onto your back, splaying your arms above your head and blinking away whatever exhaustion is starting to form behind your eyelids. Dan Heng is quick to follow suit, settling into his familiar spot on top of you. 

He raises his hand, and he lets his knuckles brush tenderly over the side of your cheek. "You sure? You're still not tired?" 

Your response comes in the form of a hasty shake of your head and an eager grab of his arm. 

It's been like this for hours now. Dan Heng gives you what you want, you're satisfied for a bit until you beg and coax him into giving you more. The faintest hints of sunlight are starting to creep past the curtains now, and as much as Dan Heng is trying to hold on to his sanity as best as he can, he's really starting to think he's past the point of no return. 

How is he supposed to face you tomorrow? Hell, tomorrow is already practically here, and yet he still can't stop. 

He keeps telling himself the two of you need to calm down — but as you're gripping his hand, as you're pressing his fingertips over your swollen clit, dragging them down and getting them nice and wet on your arousal, his heart is once again caught in his throat and all he can do is listen. 

Dan Heng's whole body shivers. He gives you exactly what you want; he sinks his fingers into you knuckle-deep, he pumps them in and out to a slow and careful rhythm, slick sounds ringing in his ears. 

"Dan-" 

He quirks his fingers up and presses them right where they belong, and you can't manage to get out the other half of his name. 

"More?" Like he already knows what you're going to say, he pulls his fingers out before he even sees you nod, just like that. 

His palms find your waist, he holds you with shaking hands as if you're delicate. Shiny, wet precum is already budding at his slit, and he aligns his hips to press the needy tip of his dick to your entrance. His bottom lip finds its way between his teeth as he's sliding in, just barely, stretching you with just the fat tip of his cock; the rest of him aches, his eyelids flutter and he groans, he can't move. He can't, or he already won't last. 

Please, Dan Heng. Put it in all the way. 

You're greedy, so ridiculously insatiable. He doesn't blame you though. He can't. 

Here you are, always so kind to him, always asking so nicely. Always saying please, always loyal, always sticking by his side. Begging for him, all for him. He'd be stupid not to give you everything — everything you ask for, and every last second in the stretch of this infinite universe. 

Because you're special to him. You mean more to him than he'd ever be able to admit. And after being cooped up in the Astral Express for so long, after so much running and running and never finding his place, after never having time for anything like this and never realizing how badly he needed it, he knows he's even worse. 

It fits in so easy when he finally slides all the way in, like he was meant to be there. He stays still at first, taking deep breaths, getting used to the feeling. He's sensitive, way too sensitive. He tries his best to ignore it and focus on you. He rolls his shoulders backwards, waits for the moment you start to impatiently squirm. And then, he pulls back only to press all the way in; he starts up a gentle rhythm, taking things slow, fucking you nice and softly. 

Even just his shallow thrusts feel heavenly. Your nerves feel like they're on fire, you're warm all over from head to toe. You're a second away from choking out a plea for him to go harder, but Dan Heng seems to read your mind before you've spoken a single word. 

You're pretty when you're underneath him, pretty face and pretty wide eyes locked onto his. It's a pretty sight each time he buries the length of his cock all the way inside you, shaft slick and wet and glistening when he pulls it out. You make the prettiest noises when he shoves in deep only to pull out and slam himself back inside, you've got the prettiest expression as he grips your legs and folds them up to fuck his dick into you even harder than before. 

You've always been pretty in his eyes. But more than anything, he wants to see how pretty you'll look when he makes you fall apart. 

"You're getting loud," He mumbles, in that matter-of-fact way you've come to expect. He doesn't slow down though, doesn't give you a moment to breathe; he squeezes your thighs and rubs them with his palms. "If we keep going like this- they'll hear. You know that?" 

"Don't care," You can barely get out the words, your back takes on a tell-tale arch, "Let them. Just don't stop." 

Dan Heng isn't sure how thin these walls are. But in hindsight, it might be too late. The thought makes him feel dirty. He should have considered quieting down a long time ago. 

Forehead to forehead with you, his pace speeds up a little, a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach. His hair is a thick, tangled mess, even messier when you reach up to run your fingers through; you grasp and tug, sending waves down his spine, and Dan Heng can't help but whimper. He bucks into you hard, desperately, and you can't do anything but claw at his back, leaving scrapes and marks of red. 

He's panting, his face is inches away from yours; he can't take it anymore. He starts with a single quiet please, and when you cup his cheek in your hand he's sighing and stammering without even thinking, "Please I- please kiss me, please please please-"

You pull him closer, he tilts his head and you shut him up as your lips connect for the first time tonight — Dan Heng kisses you softly, his lips plush, his heart flutters and flips. His first kiss with you, and it's so much more desperate than he expected, but he needs this too badly to take things slow. Your lips part and he's groaning, licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. 

He takes the opportunity to grab your thigh, tossing your leg over his shoulder to give himself a better angle. He pistons in and out at a steady pace until you're about to snap, until everything else is melting away and you're focused on nothing but him. Until he gets carried away, the tip of his cock shoves in too deep, and you're tossing your head back, crying so loudly you're certain someone would hear. He feels so good you can't bother to care. 

"M'close," You're mumbling once he gives you a moment to breathe, dragging away from your lips to plant wet kisses onto your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Your fingertips drag along his back, you feel out the shape of his mismatched scars — you're whining even louder, begging for him to make you cum, and Dan Heng is really, really done for. 

He's thought himself to be somewhat of a strong person. Someone with a good resolve. Tonight, you're making him rethink everything. 

He's close too, movements getting sloppy, it's growing harder and harder for him to hold back how you make him feel. He's never felt like this, never been so desperate. Dan Heng's fingers twitch, he moans and wraps an arm around your back securely. He rests his head in your nape and sighs, breath warm and heavy on your skin. 

"I-" He hesitates, because even now, even after all this, he's nervous to speak; his chest heaves, his whole body's trembling. "I want to cum with you."

"Don't pull out, please Dan Heng, it feels so good, you're making me feel so good-" 

He shouldn't listen to you. But he will. And he won't even think twice. 

"Gonna cum," His shoulders tense, his voice nearly breaks, "F-Fuck, you're so sweet, I'm-" A stuttery whine, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming…" 

A few more sloppy thrusts and you're both done for. Wet sounds fill your ears, Dan Heng reaches up with an unsteady hand and grips the headboard to keep himself steady. When you cum, clenching hard and throbbing around his cock, chanting his name just as he hoped you would, Dan Heng has little pent-up tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he hastily covers your mouth with his free hand, your noises muffled on his palm. He's riding his high out with you and fucking you through it all, biting hard on his bottom lip to stay quiet, shamelessly spilling every drop of his spend inside. 

It takes a while for him to finally slow down, for his vision to unblur. He nearly collapses on top of you, and it takes him even longer to work up the strength to pull out. 

The early-morning sun shines even brighter through the curtains. His fingers slip over your cheek, they fiddle idly with your ear. He kisses your lips once before finally settling, rolling over next to you with his eyes already closed. 

"Dan Heng." 

He was hoping you'd managed to fall asleep, finally. He gives himself a second to regain some energy, and then with a huff, he lifts his head and props himself up on his elbows, meeting your eyes. 

"I don't want this to end." 

Your words catch him by surprise. Your genuine expression does even more so. 

"It won't," He concludes, earnest as ever. Your hands are splayed out above your head, clenching and unclenching, and he grips one to give you something to hold onto. "I'm not going anywhere. And I won't forget about this, or about you. I'll be here when you get up, do you think you can try and get some rest now? It's late." 

It's early, more so. 

You offer him a shallow nod in response, and Dan Heng wastes no time fluffing your pillow, pulling the covers over you, and giving you some space to curl up. He doesn't bother to find your clothes, he just tucks the blankets in around you and hopes that'll suffice for now. 

"I…" He gets comfy next to you, resting his head on his arm. "I don't want this to end either. I don't. I didn't even think it was happening for a while. I think… I think we should focus on our mission. We can't afford to get distracted. But when we're back on the Astral Express- Once we've got more time on our hands, we can talk about this. How's that?" 

You don't answer. He takes a few moments to realize you've stilled, your chest calmly rising and falling. 

"Are you asleep?" 

❝ TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN ❞ feat. dan heng

cw + tw. smut, 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, dragon!dan heng, dom!dan heng, oral (f!receiving), praise, pet names, marking, hinted breeding kink, creampies, subtle dumbification, mating presses

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notes. dragon dan heng activated a neuron in me 

when it comes to you, dan heng is patient, loving, and level-headed. he likes to keep his cool, even when you try so hard to rile him up.

still, to your dismay, he insists on taking his time. he enjoys mapping out the expanse of your curves and memorize every beautiful aspect of you—down to the tantalizing swell of your breasts to the dip of your hips. his lips find themselves pressing in places that make you squirm, pulling out moans from your mouth as your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.

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woah its been so long since i have read ur fic and i finally did

YINGXING IS SO FINE I LOVE THIS OLD MAN AND I KNOW DAN JIA WOULD AGREE WITH ME IMAGINE HER STARING AT HIS FACE WHILE HES DOING WHATEVER AND WOULD SAY THE SAME THING

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This is. Honestly. the sweetest yet my brain is encoding heartbreak and angst in me rn help. but like i loved this sm, that i just needed to make a little plot line at least... dont come at me. im listening to secret garden rn--

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She would agree, honestly. She would be standing at the balcony of the drinks parlor, a glass of a light alcoholic beverage in her hand. the night would be cold, the gentle caresses of the wind serenely passing through her locks of carefully looked after hair.

Her eyes would be trained to the figure on the ground, gaze softening as she watched the two figures below the platform she stood upon. They would be brandishing their swords, sending each other blow after blow, showcasing techniques they have been taught together by the same master that dominated the swordsmanship world.

But her blue eyes would only be tracing the figure of her beloved, the older individual, aging as fine as wine, fighting with sweat trickling down his brow. His long white hair would be tied up with the hairpin he had created, matching to the one in her own hair, one she had reserved for special shows she knew his purple eyes would observe.

Her eyes would be trained upon his figure no matter what her lover was doing, be it doing such miniscule tasks like wiping his brow with the napkin she had graciously offered her lover. Or it may even be something he did daily, like sitting up straight while he dined with her, even though it was just the two of them in a regular commoner restaurant.

Or even it may be something that she adored the most, which watching him hard at work, hammering away in his smithy. He would place his lover away, even taking it upon him to scoop her up in his arms and set her on a bench away from the fire, worried that her beautiful silks be singed by the sparks that flew out of the hearth.

She would watch his figure warmly, her cheeks warming up with affection and love for him. She would watch as he smiled in satisfaction as he created yet again another sensational masterpiece with his rough hands that were always so gentle when handling her. He would watch as he boasted to those around him, words sometimes prickling the fire of envy in others, but always spoke so courteously and affectionately to her.

She loved this man with all her heart, and the finest pieces created with only the most delicate touch adorned her very being. She wished that days where he rested in her arms would prolong and their happiness would be eternal, or at least until death parts the two of them.

But for now, she was content with staring at him as he ate a snack provided with her loving, healing hands. It was yet another tiring day at work, and she just wanted to do something nice for him. But instead of doing something nice for him, she was rewarded with the beautiful sight of her beloved yet again.

"Is something the matter, my moon ?" The swordsmith would ask, a teasing hand raised to gently caress his beloved's cheek with a slender finger.

"No, you're just...breathtaking, my beloved." She would reply in response, smiling lovingly at the man who had aged by her side.

"Is that so, my love ?" Yingxing would reply with a deep husky chuckle, his voice sending tingles up his lover's spine. His hand would cup her chin, turning her face towards him, but not enough to hurt his lover.

"Well then, you have quite a couple more decades to admire this handsome face of mine. I'll make sure that this face is properly ingrained into your precious little mind~"

(Y/n) looked in her hands, snapping out of a series of memories as she glanced at the earring in her hand, in form of a windchime. She smiled lovingly at it, regret and pain bubbling in her heart as she reminisced about moments in the past. It felt so strange, yet so familiar to her.

She looked up at the sky, the moon's gentle light gracing upon her figure.

"I hope you sleep well tonight, my beloved."

She swore that within the howl of the night, she heard a reply come back to her. A familiar deep and husky voice that sent tingles down her spine.

"And I hope your dreams are nothing short of flowers that bloom in the night's gaze."

Hi hi hi a HSR request if you don't mind, please? 👉👈

Bareback sex with Dan Heng where you're asking, begging, pleading him to creampie you and internally he really really really wants to, but no, he can't, he has to be the responsible one, as always! ... Or does he? Aha 😏

Heeey nonnies, hope it's okay I decided to merge these two requests. I love Dan Heng so much, but this drabble is not my best, so hope you like it a bit anyway 💖 Warnings: g/n afab reader, p in v sex, creampie (or not?🤭)

Once his ears registered the sound of the closing door of the Underworld’s Goethe Hotel room that would be yours for the night, he allowed to indulge himself in your warm touches to unwind from all the ruckus of this day. Clothes falling to the slightly rotten but squeaky-clean wooden floor, as he with a few wide strides urged you into the small bed, which pathetically creaked under the weight of your bodies.

He gracefully snaked in between your soft thighs, elbows pressed on either side of your face pressing an impatient and urgent kiss to your lips, feeling the temperature of your body seeping into him, coaxing Dan Heng to at last relax his body, feeling just how tense the muscles of his back and shoulders have been before. Bringing his slender hand down to your waist, he glided over your hip lower until he felt the softness of your lower body and then the puffiness of your pussy, slipping his fingers easily in between your folds where the heat of your body has been even more intense, combined with slickness of your arousal.

You moaned under his touches, managing to breathe out “M’ready, Dan Heng. Need you inside” He groaned at that and after stroking his cock in between your labia a few times easily slipped inside you, feeling how your body is contracting around him, welcoming him so eagerly. “Damn it, you’re so warm inside…I’ve been so cold… Wanted this so much.” A whisper left his lips right above your ear, earning him a mewl and some incoherent praises.

Stroke after stroke of his length inside you made him hazy, placing his head beside your face, where he could continue whispering his heart out into your ear. He closed his eyes, basking in the heat and softness of your body, breaths becoming uneven, when the visions of today invaded his mind once again. The way March has been almost hit by the Silvermane guard today if he has been a second late, the way your pretty face has been marred by concern and fear for your fate.

His jaws tightened at those thoughts, the feeling of being not responsible and thoughtful enough pushing back the hazy pleasure your colliding bodies provided. Dan Heng has always been the responsible one, trailing after March, Stelle and now you, always making sure that the group stays out of trouble or at least isn’t creating new ones. Baby-sitting has been a role he’s been trying to adjust to with varying success. Out here, in Belobog it actually put a strain on him, being a first trailblazing expedition both for you and Stelle. And with you…he wanted to be your protector, wanted you to lean on him. But what if he’s not good enough at that? After all the jokes, what if he’s not responsible enough?

Forcing his eyes open and his self-doubt away, he gazed into your blissed out eyes, whispering “You know how much I cherish you, right?” pushing deeper inside you. “How broken I’ll be if anything happens to you?” his strokes precise and hard, but painfully slow as if to empathize his every word. “Nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m beside you, you know that…right?” he barely managed to say, his panting filling pauses in between words.

Your eyes remained closed, but the way your body arched into his, your thighs hugging his hips even more and frantically pushing his body closer into yours, your mewls and broken “mhm”s were more than enough to make him feel desperate and full with desire. Not hearing the damned bed’s screeching at each move of his anymore, he fastened the pace, only the sweet sounds of your moans and breaths, the meeting of his body with yours and the wet sounds of your pussy registered in his ears.

Guided by your slight bodily responses and the way your mewls were becoming more erratic, he sped up finding the angle which brought the most of sounds out of you, feeling the way your oh so hot walls become clenching faster around his length. He still couldn’t let go of his consciousness entirely, couldn’t lose himself in your warmth since he still funnily enough needed to be responsible and pull out before your pussy started milking him way too much to pull out in time.

That is, until you wriggled under him, pathetically moaning “please…I can’t bear any longer…Dan Heng, please…please cum inside..” which made him gasp, feeling his cock twitching with more cum and blood feeling it from the inside. “You know we can’t.” Your hands came up to his shoulders, bringing him closer into your chest as you said right into his ear “Yes, we can” just before the orgasm hit you, making you clench around him, nails mercilessly pushing into his shoulders leaving the deep marks. The neediness in your voice and the way your pussy so pathetically pulsed around him brought him to his peak after a few more strokes, making him release strings of hot cum inside you as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

Pulling out he saw a perfect picture of your mixed releases slowly spilling out of your hole, while you’ve still been pulsing around emptiness, making even more mess over the crunchy lavender-scented bedsheet. “Fuck, probably it’s good to be less responsible once in a while” Dan Heng mused to himself tiredly, joining you on the bed and tucking you under his chin protectively.