#🕯️honkai star rail

[l1tw1ck]

bottom ftm sampo x top masc reader

afab language used

cw: desk sex, daddy kink, pregnancy mention, creampie, squirting

Just thinking about Sampo being an undercover scammer trying to scam rich reader

he'd get himself into a club you frequent and he'd be disguised, wearing a sexy red dress to seduce you.

Sampo rubs his ass against your crotch, looking back at you with a smirk on his face. Scamming someone who's not 40 years old or over is a nice change of pace for Sampo. He's glad you're at least young and attractive. Who knows how your personality is. "I've never seen you around before, is this your first time?" You ask. "I'm [Name]."

"Mhm. Sampo. I'm visiting the area, I hope you can make my time here worthwhile~"

"I could definitely do that for you, Sampo."

"How about you give me a tour of your house...and I'll give you a tour of my body." He winks. He plans on taking note of every valuable item you have and somehow stealing as much as he can once you're asleep.

"It's a deal."

"Aah~!" Sampo moans as you ram into him mercilessly, his hands gripping the edge of your office desk. The front of his dress is pushed down to free his tits, which are being groped by you right now. "Oh– Fuh- fuck~!" He wasn't expecting this to feel good! Sure you're attractive but most rich guys are terrible at sex! Talk about breaking stereotypes!

"You like it here, sweetheart?" You bring your hand down to his clit and rub it.

"Hh- Yes~! Feels so good, Daddy~!" He cries, nodding rapidly. He's completely forgotten about his original goal. "Gonna make me co- come~!" He feels like a pornstar but he doesn't care, it feels too fucking good to care about anything.

"What about me? Can I come inside you, baby?" You ask, reaching your own peak as well.

Sampo usually charges extra for creampies but for you? You can have whatever you want. "Yes~! Knock me up, Daddy~!" He rolls his eyes back, squirting. He isn't opposed to the consequences and he doesn't mind the idea of becoming your trophy husband. You slow down and shove your length deep inside him, coating his insides white with your cum.

[spirit-lanterns]

Imagine if bunny suit reader gets all lovey dovey and clingy when she’s overstimulated, so when it’s Robin’s turn she just embrace her and gives her so much affection

Robin always struck me as the soft sex type, (like girly is the best at soft sensual sex and you cannot convince me otherwise) so she’d be perfect for us whilst we’re in this overstimulated state. If it were any of the rougher women, we’d lowkey pass out from the onslaught. Like Robin softly thrusting into us and giving us kisses and praises and we’d just eat that shit up and become even more lovey dovey and clingy to her

Despite the fact Robin lost and is last, it feels like she’s won in a way. I mean you are all over her asking for more as you kiss her and cling onto her, quite literally we’d wrap our legs around her waist so she doesn’t get too far away from us as she thrusts into us

(Bet the other HSR women are a little jealous at the fact you are so affectionate and desperate for Robin)

AAAAAAA WAIT WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺

nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)

After dealing with the rough sex of Black Swan, Kafka, Topaz, Himeko and Acheron (yes, all in that order because that’s the order of winner to loser) Robin finally comes up for her turn, and she’s so turned on because she’s been watching you get ruined by all these rougher women…

Imagine she steps up behind you, cock all pink and leaking with precum, but doesn’t just slam herself all the way in. Even if she’s pent up and horny, she still takes her time with you and makes sure you’re comfortable with her before sliding her tip in and rubbing your clit to make you feel better. Robin is so soft too. Gentle, shallow thrusts into your folds as she leans down and litters your neck with…kisses? Oh, how sweet. Since your neck had been all bruised up with hickies from the other girls, Robin is kissing you all better as she massages your thighs since she knows you’re sore from the previous five women.

Robin is just so kind to you! Though you enjoyed being manhandled and roughly used by the other HSR women, something about Robin sparked an attachment with you, leading you to latch onto her and coo for more. The other women watching you in the room have never seen you get so attached, clinging to Robin, begging for more kisses, more attention, it makes them kinda jealous to see…

But Robin isn’t bragging. Robin isn’t smug. She just continues moaning and kissing you sweetly while you take her all the way down to her hips. You’re clawing at her back, urging her to get closer as you want to feel Robin completely against you. Feel her body completely engulf yours as she treats your body as if it were made of porcelain. (Ignoring the fact that this porcelain bunny was manhandled by the other girls just a few minutes ago…)

All in all, Robin is just the most intimate with you when it’s her turn. Though she may have lost the gamble, she definitely won the game because she was the only woman in the room to get you so coddled up to her, that even when you both finished, you clung to her and didn’t want her to leave!

Sweet Robin got to have you for the rest of the night since you were so attached. And on the car ride home, she just continued kissing and praising you, her sweet little bunny girl that she won instead of the money 💕

[harmonysanreads]

yan!stelle??? i'm LISTENING 👀

hsr's been taking over my mind during the past few days, i love all the characters so much, especially the mcs and their raccoon energy

and kafka too i absolutely love kafka

- 🕯️

Ever since Stelle was revealed I've just felt...drawn to her, y'know? Hoyoverse has such a way with characters that you won't even know their name but you'd fall for them based on their looks and aura alone. Patiently waited for her personality reveal and was not disappointed at all<3

Like yes love, you can manhandle me, force me to listen to your most random philosophical monologues and break that bat on the head of anyone who decides to intervene. (She kind of reminds me of Cyno's quirkiness...🤔)

And Kafka.....oh Kafka. Even since her gameplay leaked I've been so unapologetically bad for her (lowkey threatening Ei's position). Everyone should love Kafka. I just love me my deranged dead-inside women, you know :( I've SO MANY thoughts on her as a yandere too :>

[kruinka]

I LOVE THESE SM CAN U DO BLADE AS JOKER FROM PERSONA 5

hi i tried

[ang3lofdivinity]

Guys guys guys guys guys guys.

I’m so sorry, I’ll get to my asks very soon, BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS AND WRITE IT……..

An Acheron!Reader x Hazbin Hotel…..

(What ship would you guys be interested in seeing transpire from this if it did so happen to bloom into more parts?)

[carmineflauros]

INDULGE ME IN MY CRACK THEORY

[pangirlpanic]

🥧🕯️

EEEEEEEK I LOVE THESE!!

Again, using Dr. Ratio and Itto <3

From this post!

🥧 — have you and your f/o tried to bake something together? how did it go? what did you make?

Itto — Yes, numerous times, actually. He loves baking with me, actually! It usually goes pretty smoothly, if you don’t count him swiping a bit of the batter on his finger when he thinks I’m not looking, or playfully shoving a cookie in my mouth once we’re finished. With Itto, I usually make cookies and chocolate confections.

Dr. Ratio — I don’t bake as often with him, but he still enjoys it regardless. It goes well, and he also has a habit of tasting the batter when he thinks I’m not looking. He prefers when we make beignets, and he secretly enjoys the process. He won’t admit that he adds a bit extra powdered sugar to his beignets, either.

🕯️ — do you keep candles in your home? what kinds of candles do you like? what kinds do your f/o like?

Itto — Yes, mainly in the living room and our bedroom. I like fresh scents (like eucalyptus, pumpkin, coconut, etc.) and gourmand scents (warm sugar, caramel, vanilla, candy, etc.). I love seasonal scents, too. Itto likes floral (lotus, melon, rose, etc.) and woody scents (amber, pine, etc.).

Dr. Ratio — Yes, he keeps some in his office and I keep some in our bedroom and around the kitchen. I like fresh and gourmand scents, and Ratio actually has a preference for floral scents; jasmine and lavender, specifically.

[4ngelsstar]

Angel’s Star

“Over and over, and over and over.”

Head Divine angel - Asta

* Reminder: this is an ALTERNATIVE account for @ang3lofdivinity to handle more nsfw content. All fandoms (besides LN) reside on this account for me to write about, along with most of the rules from my other account (but, this isn’t a sfw account) I will mainly write for my hyperfixations.

Requests open?: Not as of currently. I will take them after I post my first ACTUAL post.

Ⅰ : 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬

Ⅱ : 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

Ⅲ : 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…

[lwy-0009]

Anyways um

To all people pulling for dan heng imbibitor lunae today or tomorrow or whenever in your timezone(me included): goodluck, may we all be double dan heng havers

[serendipminie]

You are so right. It has matching blog aesthetic vibes I think :3

Last night in Penacony~

[l1tw1ck]

Hello hello! Can I request a short fic of Sampo, you can write it however you like honestly but maybe one where the reader is a mercenary too.

A Not So Great Place nor Time to Have Sex

bottom!ftm Sampo x top!masc reader

AFAB Language Used

CW: Semi Public Sex, Squirting, Creampie

Sampo grabs you and brings you into the closest hiding place, a storage closet. He leans against the door to listen for footsteps. There's a group of men having a meeting. The two of you are in for a long night. Sampo turns to you and smiles cheekily. You can't see all that well but you can definitely tell he's smiling. “I shouldn't have agreed to this..” You shake your head.

“Well now you get to spend time with me!”

“You’re right, this is a good opportunity.” You take out your handkerchief and wrap it around Sampo’s mouth, keeping him from talking. Before he can take it off, you push him against the wall. “We haven't had sex in a while, let's make up for it now, shall we?” You lean into his ear and unbuckle his belt. Sampo blushes and allows you to pull down his pants. You bring your hand down to his clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He whimpers, he missed this so much. “It's too bad we have to be quiet, I miss your moans.” You rub your clothed boner against his cunt. Sampo copies your movements, shaking as he gets close to an orgasm. He digs his nails into his palms and bites down on the handkerchief, squirting on the closet floor.

Sampo looks back at you as you sink into his warmth, hearts in his eyes as he feels you stretch out his pussy. “You feel amazing as always.” You kiss his cheek. “I’ll make more time for you from now on.” You thrust into him roughly and wildly, unable to hold yourself back. You can deal with the men outside if you have to. For now, you're going to make up for lost time. Moans slip out through the handkerchief as tears spill down Sampo’s cheeks. Your thrusts are rough and he loves it. You take off the handkerchief and kiss him, sloppily and intensely. He can tell you've been waiting a long time for this.

Your hips stutter as you reach your peak, eventually slowing down as you come inside of him. Hopefully those guys have already left…

[spirit-lanterns]

Ok but like, imagine being kafhime’s little gf and being sandwiched between them during naughty times ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Need sum1 to write at least a crumb of this to feed me PLEASE 😓😭

oh to be sandwiched between kafhime 🩷

i imagine they always argue with each other but once you’re in the picture, everything is resolved with cuddles, kisses and spicy time…

though, i have to admit, even when you’re having spicy time with your girlfriends, they still find something to bicker about while in the midst of fucking you—

nsfw under the cut—————————

“you’re so rough with her.”

himeko tsked, not liking how kafka brutally shoved her strap on down your throat, making you gag and drool over it while trying to take in more.

“she likes it rough, though. don’t you baby?”

as if to test the waters, she lightly thrusted her cock in and watched as you gasped and choked on the girth, trying to nod and show kafka how much you were enjoying this. “see?”

kafka chuckles haughtily and pats your swelled up cheeks with delight. “our baby is just such a good girl. taking my cock so well…”

“even then, i don’t want her choking.” himeko glared at kafka for a bit before gripping your head gently and pulling you off the cock. “careful now, dear. we don’t want you to lose air…”

kafka rolled her eyes at this and smirked at the sight of her completely lubricated strap. your saliva being the only thing connecting you to the tip, as you panted for air and time. “don’t listen to her, baby. himeko’s just being a stuck up prick.” she petted your hair and wiped the drool off your lips with her thumb, bringing it up to her own lips so she could suck the pretty mess off.

“i am not a prick.” himeko scoffs, suddenly grabbing you by the hips and pulling you back towards her. “i just want our darling to be safe.”

“safe is boring.” kafka groaned. “don’t you wanna see our baby crying and whimpering?”

“hey, uhm…don’t i get a say in this?” you meekly asked after a while, feeling like you were getting left out.

“shush.”

“quiet now.”

“okay.”

you watched as your two girlfriends stared at each other with some obvious tension building in the room, himeko’s hands still planted on your ass while kafka stroked the lubricated strap on.

“…tell you what, himeko.” kafka said after some time, unfastening her strap on and holding up the cock like it was a trophy. “why don’t you fuck her gently this round and i fuck her roughly the next round?” she held a smirk on her face as she waved the strap on in front of himeko. “whoever makes her feel the best is right.”

“wait, wha—!”

“fine.”

your eyes widened when himeko agreed so easily, kafka tossing her the strap on and watching as himeko began slipping it on. “don’t worry, love. i’ll be gentle…” himeko finished fastening the straps and pushed you down so your ass was now up in the air. “i’ll make sure you’re wet enough to take both of us later on…”

kafka clapped with delight and took her place at the head of the bed, ready to watch her girlfriend destroy her other girlfriend. “that’s the spirit, you’re a lot more bold than i take you for, himeko.”

“shut up.”

and that was the last you heard of them before feeling himeko slide it in…

…i want to write a full kafhime threesome fic now (>///<)

[ang3lofdivinity]

☂𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢☽˚｡

Relationship(s): Hazbin Hotel (Platonic - some Romantic ideas as well) + Acheron!Reader

Format: Stories + Headcanons

Genre: Fluffy goodness, but of course angst is in here as well

Warnings: Spoilers for Hazbin, Spoilers for Honkai Star Rail, Angst, Valentino, toxic behaviors and everything, normal hell activities, swearing, reader is just like Acheron (even with clothes), violence, gore, toxic behavior (ahem that memokeeper), discrimination, suicidal/dark thoughts, emetophobia, cannibalism.

A/N: Wrote this in the night, so this’ll be decently bad…. Um. ALSO. I’ll get to my asks after this, I promise. There’ll probably be a different version of this where reader makes it in heaven / where the reader gets with the Vees :)) - Also.. YOU GET A SONG!!?!,‘Clawed’ hand refers to the claw jewelry Acheron has for you :33 Thank you to @littlewonders7 for the main idea for this fic! Also note: Reader is NOT Acheron, they are only similar. Skin color, hair, etc is up to you (but I decide your outfit. Because I say so.)

Side note: This is mainly a STORY fic, and an overview of where the Reader will end up with some Headcanons, this will be continued in another part because this took WAY TOO long to write.

A rush of pain flows through your head, accumulating a headache which blooms like a flower. A flower thats poisonous vines with prickly thorns wrap around, it creates pounding sensation in your skull that hurts more than you could possibly fathom, furthermore it causes the feeling of a throbbing sensation behind your oculus’s. Luckily enough, it feels as if they’ve been shut tight considering there’s absolutely nothing you can see but pure darkness. However, during your time as a Galaxy Ranger from years ago, to now (where you still have no-one)- you’ve learned to use your other senses if in need of it.

The ground beneath you felt far too warm to be any normal location within any planet you’ve visited so far, or one you’ve been to before as a matter of fact. It’s so.. uncomfortable. So much so that you swear you can feel yourself sweating, trickling down. This makes you believe you’re flat on your back, but you can’t exactly pinpoint on what, and it’s making you nervous. You barely get nervous over things like these.

What were you doing before this?.. 

. . .

“Memokeeper, do you not understand the definition of ‘I wish to be alone’? Have you no respect nor decorum? You continuously insisting on interfering with my personal affairs will do no good for your reputation in my book.” Your voice unintentionally sounded harsher than you intended, but the anger swirling within leaving a bitter taste on your tongue made it all the more infuriating that someone was constantly prodding into your business. It’s.. awkward. The different length high-heeled black boots you’re wearing click against the pavement of the sidewalk, the red parasol you’re carrying covering the glimmering light of the moon, streetlights stationed on almost every sidewalk, along with all sorts playing on the televisions shining down.

The stubborn memokeeper beside you strides along, hands behind their back as they laugh at your, as what they believe, antics.

Barely anyone is walking the streets of the city from what you can tell from the bright florescent lights of lampposts, considering it’s night. There’s barely anyone around you two..

“Oh, please. You think I’d leave a criminal like you freely tread around the city knowing you could kill another innocent citizen here?” Your gloved hand tightened around the handle of the parasol, oculus’s narrowing down at the tips of your heels as you try to relax yourself, feeling your blood boil at their words.

“No wonder you can’t love yourself..” They mumbled under their breath, chuckling at their unfunny joke.

“A Galactic monstrosity like you… I can understand.”

This is what they want: a reaction out of you. You’re not going to submit to their demands.

“Wow. How impertinent and immature of you, █████ ████. Accusing me of a crime which I am merely a suspect in, with not even enough grounding evidence that can actually prove me to be the true culprit. I never thought you could stoop this low.” After your decently blunt words, you attempted to ignore the memokeeper.

Thankfully enough for you, they were keeping silent for most of this walk. Looks like they were getting the hint.

Until their footsteps stop.

And it makes you stop in your tracks, about to turn on your heel.

That is until you feel something slamming against the back of your skull, coupled to the blood rushing through. Stumbling forward, you struggle to keep yourself up on your feet- struggle to keep yourself awake even for crying aloud.

And you can no longer keep your balance.

Gentle fingertips graze against the back of your head where the blood is gushing out as it oozed to the back of your neck, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than your own skin. No-one was there to witness the crime they had committed. How lovely! You looked to be paling rapidly, collapsed on your side. They rubbed their thumb over their index and middle finger, smearing the liquid on their glove in a circular motion. Staring blankly at your pathetic form- they smiled, resting their blood-soaked hand over the wound which caused a soft lavender light to illuminate from beneath it.

They weren’t heartless. But of course, they weren’t just going to heal you all the way!

Pulling their hand away, they slipped their non-blood covered hand into one of their pockets, pulling out a tarot card: a simple main color, being black, is mixed with intricate golden designs curling around it. But then, they started chanting something you couldn’t make out:

What’s going on?..

. . .

The atmosphere around you feels more humid than ever, not only that- it appears to be very different from other planets you’ve ventured: it’s also choleric, disorderly, and noxious. Though, you’re still alive. It must have something keeping you breathing in this unfamiliar environment.

Your hair is the only thing cushioning your head, still resting against the rough surface of the ground beneath you. Trying to move your arms, you take notice of how heavy your bones feel, like something is restraining them. This could not get any worse. They fall back slack against the surface of the ground, the hot

Furrowing your brows together, you attempt to for your eyes open despite how this migraine is progressing along with the heavy feeling of your eyelids keeping your eyes shut tight. You have to get them open. You have to get up. Slowly, you find yourself cracking open your eyelids just enough that they’ve raised just enough that they’re half-lidded.. which was actually harder than you thought. What the actual hell is going on??

Blurry, almost like a white fuzz effect is causing everything to appear blurry to you. Your pupils start to dilate as you essay to comprehend your surroundings.

Something bright is burning—

Oh wait.

..The Sun?

Or at least, something akin to a sun. It’s only making everything worse the longer you try to stare at it.

Drawing your attention away from the blinding light, you find it lingering on the sky, which is a wine red color and a ribbon red pentagram at the very top, almost like a sigil. Looking at all of this at once made the throbbing migraine slowly become worse, causing you intake a sharp breath through gritted teeth.

It was painful.

It hurt just to be awake in this moment, and you didn’t want that. But does a Galaxy Ranger ever give up during times of confusion and harm?

You want to.

You really do.

Maybe all of this would end, and you could just feel at peace for once in your goddamn life.

Nevertheless, you found yourself forcing one of your arms to move to pinch your shoulder, just to confirm you were in the Reverie hotel and this was just some odd nightmare. But it wouldn’t work. You know that. If this was the Reverie, you would’ve been able to awake in your hotel room, or even in a place like Golden Hour.

The small flash of pain from the pinch was still lingering on your skin, however you could care less in this moment. You needed to get up. With a huff of pain, you’ve propped yourself up on your elbows (despite the long and drawled out process it took in order to get yourself in that position), struggling to keep your eyes open and yourself awake. There’s no point in falling asleep when you’re already up. Plus, you won’t be able to fall asleep once again that easily, unfortunately. It’s by far one the worse feelings by far.

The pit within your stomach, creating a strange sensation that causes unease makes you want to continue to try and rest (even if it’s futile), but you don’t follow it, and instead manage to bring yourself to get on your knees. You’re trying to ignore the aching pain that’s practically taking over your body with every action you take by overwhelming yourself with a singular thought.

The ‘death’ awaiting you when your end finally arrives.

Served on a silver platter.

Huffing, you finally take a moment to let your eyes adjust to your surroundings: you’re, in what it appears to be, a vast and overcrowded city. How overwhelming and inconvenient.

The more you overlook this megalopolis ablaze with neon lights flickering on and off, the more it made you dizzy and worsen your migraine symptoms. Yet you take a deep breath.

You ignore it.

The best you can- at least.

You attempt to keep looking, noticing that some of these signs actually have some words on them- indicating what they have in store for any living person within this metropolis. Casinos, nightclubs, adult film studios, brothels, restaurants, television stations, and hotels are only a few things that you could name. What gets you to tear your gaze away is, what appears to be, a large clock tower glowing ever so brightly glowing with a golden hue as if blessed by the aeons themselves.

In a way, it makes you feel even more sick.

A rotten feeling. Truly.

It hurt more horribly than you originally thought.

…

There’s no ignoring this anymore, you have to find something to relieve your pain.

But you’re in an unfamiliar location.

Realizing you’ve been laying on a warm cobblestone pathway, on the near outskirts of any human interactions.

Where theres far too many individuals bustling around whom you can’t even see from here. But, thanks to the indistinct chattering of people and clicks of the heels of shoes tell you everything you needed to hear.

And what if no-one recognizes you?

Maybe that’s for the better, though. You would much rather have no-one know who you are than at least one person who does (that is, if you don’t have much of an intimate relationship).

The vertigo lingering around has made it that you could care less at this point.

Does this planet have an apothecary somewhere?

A quiet sigh escapes past your lips while your hand glides down to find the hilt of your long sword, which isn’t hard to find considering your position. With a hum of satisfaction, you carefully begin to stand up, the heels of your shoes clicking as you first begin in a lunge to raise yourself up. The vertigo almost makes you loose your balance, yet you continue.

Theres no other option.

You can never turn back — the path behind is gone.

That’s what you’ve always said, after all.

Driving yourself forward, you’re able to fully stand up and be able to take a few steps forward, but not without stepping on something that causes you to look down.

..Your parasol?

Retracting your heel, you take a moment to stare at it. You haven’t broken anything, it’s just almost caused you to lose your balance by the round handle.

Without a second thought, you slowly get down on one knee and grab it by the handle before arising back up from your spot, and open it as it unfurls before you. It feels.. comforting, just to have something that’s a memorabilia of sorts. It makes you nearly forget the other so despondent feelings dissipate. Slightly, that is.

A soft smile graces your lips, letting out a small sigh of relief.

Yet when you turn your head to look back at the very large city… you decide to head on over to one of the more safer looking buildings to find directions, and where to get out of here again. After-all, you don’t wanna be stuck in here longer than you have to be.

You haven’t even finished your mission on Aureon yet..

Not only that, but considering the amount of people after you- along with that large bounty placed over your head.. it’d be best if you didn’t dawdle around some unfamiliar location for too long. Who knows what could happen to you.

The melodic clicks of your heels sound out as you lower your head to look down at the tips of your heels, your parasol blocking out many of the Illuminating lights ahead. As you stroll through the oppressively humid city, you try to remain.. oblivious to the world around you. However, the sound of.. sloshing catches your attention. It’s grotesque… far too grotesque for your liking, and coupled with the rotting smell that hits your nose— it leaves you with an unpleasant feeling that you cannot describe.

It makes you feel physically sick.

Aeons— is someone chewing on something?? Why does it sound so awful? Why is your gut instinct telling you to run away, just anywhere else that isn’t here??? Your free hand reaches down to the hilt of your sword for some form of self-reassurance, trying to think rationally of the situation.

Until you simply cannot take the suspense.

You tried, you truly tried. But those aeon awful noises are making you far too agitated for no reason, it makes you want to throw up right here and now.

Tentatively, you raise your parasol, only to witness some.. far too peculiar things that make you regret ever looking.

Cannibals. They’re eating each-other. The blood spilling from the corpse they’ve violated, and it looks raw. Fresh, brand new for crying aloud. As if they grabbed some random individual to commit these.. heinous acts on. They grip onto the poor victims clothes and now limp body, ripping, gnawing, tearing at the skin as they devour the victim. And nobody even bats an eye. It.. somewhat makes sense as you survey further. All of the denizens here look like goddamn demons the more you look over them. You see things on fire, citizens running all-about the city, and what appears to be on the TV’s are.. less than pleasant to rest your eyes on.

Your eyes widen with terror, trying to comprehend what’s even happening.

It isn’t until someone approaches you from behind do you feel the amount of fear equivalent to when back on your home planet. Back when they—

Before even thinking twice, or at all for that matter about what you’re going to do, which your thoughts are all too fast for your liking as you can’t even catch up. That is, before you use your long sword- still within it’s scabbard, deftly turning on your heel as you slice the individual behind you in-half.

It was an automatic response. An instinct. It’s not your fault. It’s NOT your fault—

Your legs automatically move backward before you twirl around once again and dash forward, making you sprint faster than you’d ever had. You need to make it to that building.

You need to get out of the streets.

You have to get out.

Y̸o̴u̷ ̷h̶a̶v̷e̷ ̷t̷o̸ ̴g̶e̶t̶ ̶o̶u̴t̸.̷

Y̷̛̖̊̆̄́̿͐͌̓͛̓̈o̸͎͆͑͋̂̍̕͘͝ù̷̡̢̱̥͇̟͛̂́̎̏̚͘͠ ̵̧̛̳͉͍̎̎̓̎̏̑͋̄͛͠͝͝ḩ̷̢̛̫͔̗̱̖͑̇̽̄̐̉͛̎̆̋͑ͅą̵̧̝̝̠̱̫͇͚̥͙͍̀ͅṽ̵̟̻͎̰̦̫̺̺̬̦̜̥̗̾͗͆̽́͒͐̚͝ȩ̵̨̢̭͈̳̫̱̱͖̤̠͎̩̐̅̒̔̄͆́͘ ̶̜̯̥͇̣̻̟̝̜̦̀͜ͅͅt̴͈͚͍͚͎͙̫͖͉̬͙̦̋̌͒̉̂̃̀͝o̴̥͛͐̑̌͌͗̎̓͘͠ ̴̘̟̗̰͔̬̮̻̹̘͔̒̈́̔̈́ͅg̷̯̳͙͉͇̮̲̥̃͆͋̃̓͌̅͑̄̍̂͐͆͜͝ḙ̴̄t̶̻͕̗̪̘͌̄̄̀̈́̊̄́̌̈́͐͐̃̐͝ ̷̫̮̗̘͇͚̪̫͖̭͐̂̂̌̓̈́̉́̂̔͘͝o̴̦̰̰̞̜̺̘̺̜͑̂͂͑̄͊͂͝u̶̹̘͙͇̱̜̩͇͉͈̖̲̪̖͙͈̐̌̈́̀̃͛͂̌̒̂̈́̏̉̚͝t̵̡̢͎̟̜̣̗̝̪̬̯̪́͊̑̅͒͛̆́̾̃͐̾̄̌͠ͅ.̸̨̡̩̯͉͇̜̮̤̺̥̘̣̲̇̃͛͌̓̓̈͛

It doesn’t take long till you’re at the entrance, where you dart into a small, tube-like elevator, desperate to escape, just to find solace or help somewhere else before you’ll find yourself in an much more horrible predicament than now. Where you’ll have to reveal something that could be seen as.. more terrifying, perhaps.

As the doors close and the elevator ascends, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched (because you are. Why is a human-like being here?) where the dreadful sensation of unease washes over you. It makes you lightheaded, or make you feel like it. You move your gaze away to look down instead of outside. Taking heavy breaths, you try to figure out what the hell is going to be your next course of action.

There’s cannibals, no other human-like beings in sight, someone possibly with the malicious intentions come up right behind you, no sort of guards here, no hope.

Damn the apothecary now, you need to get out of this.. hell.



Hearing a small ‘ding’ sound that rings out as you arrive on whatever floor it’s mandated to, you find yourself finally opening your eyes after the countless times you’ve tried at least tried you relax yourself and your racing thoughts.

Your hand instinctively finds itself on the intricately designed scabbard by the side of your hip while your brows knit together as you survey around.

No-one as of currently is around, but this place certainly has to be one of business given the multiple tube-like elevators all stationed in, what you suspect, to be a lounge or hallway of sorts. The dark grey tiles are in-front of each of these elevators, which you also notice to have silver insignia’s at the top of them, with the other part of the tube changing into a ribbon red with the same dark grey colored swirls. There’s red wine tinted windows all around, some in front of you having some sort of badges with similar formatting and designs (specifically with the weapons appearing to be made out of the same materials).

The fluorescent lighting is somewhat dim, which you’re more than grateful for. Though, the fragrance of rich perfume which has been previously spritzed all around, or what it seems, isn’t very strong but- reminds you of some sort of hospital scent… just made with some more sweeter and pleasant oils of sorts. There a red carpet draped down the middle of the floor, where you see some stairs and a double-door meeting room.

Lucky guess?

A part of your mind tells you to approach, yet the other- more rational part tells you to not to.

If anything does try to threaten you, you can always be able to unleash some of the true power you hold. As long as these beings aren’t stronger than you, you should be able to take them.

No?

Exiting the elevator, you quickly tread upon the carpet, one of your hands still resting on the scabbard of your sword. It isn’t until you rest your ‘clawed’ hand against the upper part on one-side of the door, do you feel the cool sensation of dread wash over you.

If you await any longer, you’ll look like a fool and be exiled out with no help (probably).

..You find yourself opening the door, and the dread.. subsides for a moment as you survey the room: there are at least 8 cushioned chairs with a softer pink color with a certainly- detailed design. The long ivory table is placed perfectly in the center with a similar design to the chairs, and a dark grey table cloth down the center of it (or is it painted?… you cannot tell).

Theres a projector screen in the back—

“Unsought guests are not allowed on the premises, let alone anyone breaking in without me or any other authorized being who I trust given permission.”

When you hear another voice, your head whips to the cause of it- behind you. You quickly raised up your sheathed blade in a protective manner as you stare at the being:

They’re unusually tall, with light gray-skinned who has their long white hair with black streaks. It’s styled into large horns by thin, ballerina-like black ribbons.

They have a darker-colored marking that appears similar to a mask on their face around their eyes, which have white irises and red sclera. The rest of their arms and hands are colored white, it seems. Something that sticks out to you however, is with their hands being rather large in proportion to their body.

They wear an off-the-shoulder black dress with white buttons and white stripes located down the front and at the rim of the spiked skirt, which includes hot pink lining. They also wear black waist-length stockings covered by white ballerina shoelaces.

“I don’t trespass on your property with any malicious intentions whatsoever. I am only here to ask for some.. assistance. Nothing much— I simply need directions.” Your voice is firm as you lower your weapon. But, you’re still on guard with your shoulders tense and eyes narrowed.

They look down at you for a moment, almost condescendingly before their eyes drift to your weapon.

“And .. I’m just supposed to believe you have no harmful intentions when you’re carrying that around, and nearly insinuated you were going to harm me?” They raise an eyebrow, an almost repulsive expression on their face. You shake your head, before speaking again.

“Understand that this is used purely for my protection. It has become a habit for me to keep it up, knowing I could never be safe in a clearly different environment. Also note that I don’t even know who you are, nor what.. any of this is. I’m not from here, and purely came for where to find out where an apothecary could be around here. I can say for certain I have enough problems, and I’m not looking for any others anytime soon.” Quick. That’s the first thing that comes to the strangers mind as they realize your situation.

But, you can tell they still don’t trust you enough.

“Sharp tongue, hm? Yet you come here without any knowledge of this place, you say? How can I know you don’t work for anyone and are simply here to try and attack, or manipulate me? Why shouldn’t I kill you here and now?” Folding their hands behind their back, they straighten their posture, walking right past you while you turn on your heel to look at them.

“That is the only thing I implore you for. Directions. Then I’ll be right out of your business. I have to figure a way to get back to the planet I was at and finish my duties there as well, so I’m not even staying here long, I’m… not even sure how I got here.” It’s noticeable that your voice drops in pitch a bit, lowering your head as you rest your free hand on the center of your collarbone.

You can tell they’re pondering something as they stare you down.

Aeons this feels awkward.

Perhaps that’s why the sudden dreadful sensation came back to fully drown you in a cool, empty abyss.

Cold sweat is the first thing you feeling as everything becomes muddled. In your vision, white spots start appearing accompanied by a faint ringing sound that gradually gets louder to the point you think your eardrums are going to bleed. A gasp escapes past your lips as you try grounding yourself.

“..How am I to…….”

You know you don’t have one- but it felt as if you had a fever, which grew hotter much to your distaste, it made you clammy. It wasn’t until you felt like you were going to throw up that you stopped feeling the rise in temperature that very clearly did not stop even if you didn’t feel it.

Although you thought that whatever was starting to wash over you was subtle, the being in front of you immediately took note of your sudden shift in appearance and demeanor.

I mean, if you could just look at yourself: You were doubled over, arms wrapped around your abdomen. The way your eyes became unfocused and you slurred your words, trying to respond to their queries even in your current state. How.. thoughtful.

Perhaps you weren’t working with some despicable organizations, such as the Vee’s.

..yes. That has to be true. How do you have such a human appearance otherwise? You obviously can’t be from here… did a human find some sort of rip between their world and this hellscape? No- how do you have a sword???

What caused them to snap out of their train of thought was the sound of you collapsing onto the floor.

…

Goddamit.

. . .

Jolting upward from whatever this newly soft material underneath you is, you find yourself nearly screaming, yet— you were able to realize while thinking about it more- that it could lead to something more catastrophic. That being, whoever was here could attempt to harm you. Keyword: Attempt. And that would be a hindrance.

You know that if they tried.. you’d be able to handle it! (You’re literally a non-human being which is an Emantor of the End.)

..Even with the nervousness causing you to shiver as you heard rapid footsteps approaching the room you were in. How the hell did they know you were awake?

…

There’s a camera in the corner of the room. You noticed from the red blinking light of it.

Three knocks sound out from the other side of the wooden door, before the metal handle turns rather slowly. You find yourself coming to the realization… you don’t have your sword, though your parasol is in the far left corner of the room. You instantaneously looking around in a frenzy, trying to figure out where the hell they placed your sword-

The sudden tossing of something hits your side and you nearly flinch, and instead look down.

..your sword. They had it.

“..Thank you.” Your voice is raspy and it makes you cringe in response, immediately clearing your throat before looking up at the person at the door.

The same stranger from before.

“Carmilla. Carmilla Carmine.” She speaks, finally introducing herself.

“Thank you, Mrs Carmine.” You repeat once again, bowing your head in respect. Grabbing your sword, you slowly get up. Finding your shoes neatly put next to the bed.

“I expect you out of here in at least 5 minutes.” She says firmly before she starts to close the door.

You don’t know what came over you..

“Wait-“ Hastily, you twisted your torso so you’re looking at her. And she stops in her tracks.

..you need to get away from where ever this is. But, perhaps exploring a bit and making some connections here wouldn’t be so bad.

“..I know there’s a way I can make this up to you. For your kindness, I mean. I don’t know where I am, but I can give you as much information as you need about me that I’m comfortable sharing. Please- I need to figure out where I’m going to go from here, I can be a useful asset.”

Who knew this could all happen from a simple journey to find a pharmacy.

Alright so.. i’ve decided I’ll split this up to be a a different part story kinda thing. So this of this as a prologue/Chapter 1

Thank you all for reading!!

Part 2

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[fluffy-ami]

TickleTober2023/Day 22 - Tail/Wings

Honkai: Star Rail - Dan Heng x Caelus

“A-ahm, Dan Heng…” Caelus muttered awkwardly, trying to move his wrapped up limbs as he felt that intense gaze upon himself. But Dan Heng only smiled fondly, almost grinned, leaning a bit forward to face his boyfriend’s blushing face. 

“Yes, Caelus?”

“Can… y-you let me go?”

“No,” Dan Heng mused, even tightening his grip a little bit to make the other man gasp. That sure was one of the perks of his Vidyadhara form. Out of a pure clingy need, the archivist used said form and made Caelus a victim of his.

Wrapping his tail around the trailblazer body, Dan Heng dragged him closer with ease, leaving him at his mercy. “I kind of like it,” he said, running his hand through Caelus’s hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead before planting a kiss on it.

“B-but I can’t play like this!” Caelus groaned shyly, blushing and kicking his feet as he tried to free himself, surprised by how strong Dan Heng’s tail’s grip was. As much as he tried, it wouldn’t move an inch. 

“Good,” he replied, placing his index finger under the other man’s chin and gently lifting it. “Maybe now you’ll be able to spend some time with me, hm?” Dan Heng moved his hand down, stroking the column of Caelus’s neck, making him squeal and scrunch up his shoulders as he tried to protect himself.

“H-hehey! This ihihis not fahahair!” He protested, only earning an amused chuckle from the dragon that showed no intentions of stopping.

Dan Heng’s other hand soon joined the fun, cupping Caelus’s cheek while the other traced and tickled the side of his neck, going up to caress the back of his ear and make him giggle lightly. “Hm? How come?”

“I cahahan’t- ahah, n-no mohohoreee!” The more he tried to break free, the tighter Dan Heng’s tail squeezed him. Not able to free his arms, the trailblazer saw no option but to keep pleading, hoping his words would make it to the soft side of Dan Heng’s heart. “Lehehet me gohoh! Ahaha, i-it tihihickles!”

The archivist smiled, pulling his victim’s body closer to him so he would be able to kiss him again. Planting his lips on Caelus’s smile, it felt like he was drinking his laughter, savoring each giggle that bursted from his mouth. “So, are you going to leave me, hm?” 

“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahah, n-now stahahap!”

“Hmm…” Dan Heng pretend to thing while gently digging his fingers into Caelus’s collarbone, making his blush spread down to his neck and to the tip of his ears - which weren’t left untickled for long. “I need to think about it, until then…”

“Whahat- woah!” Before he realized, the dragon moved his tail, carrying him along and placing him on his lap without, of course, loosening the grip a single bit.

“Let’s have some fun…” Dan Heng muttered, making Caelus’s heart skip a beat.

“W-wait, Dan Heng, noHOHOH!!”

A/N: Ohohoh, if there was a better character than Dan Heng for this prompt- what am I saying, there was no one better than him eheheh

Anyway, kudos for this fanart that inspired me greatly. See you guys next day ~

[pangirlpanic]

🃏 🌡️☃️

EEEEEEEEE I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT MY SELFSHIPS HEHEHEHEHE

Since I have more than one F/O, I’m gonna use Itto and Dr. Ratio for these! :3

(Also for the winter ones pretend I don’t live in Florida where it barely gets below 70 lmao)

From this post!

🃏 — if you and your f/o were to be snowed in for several days with no power, what would you two do to keep away boredom?

Itto — Cuddle, mostly. It probably will be cold, and body heat is the best way to keep warm. (wink wink hint hint) I’d probably read to him or braid his hair, if we’re of course talking that I’m not asleep with him the entire time… I’d probably sketch, too. Definitely play some card games. No monopoly, though. It’s banned in my house for a reason.

Dr. Ratio — Also cuddle, but probably with a lot more reading. He reads his books and I read my erotic-dragon-fucker-fantasy shit. I’d also probably just sit on his lap while he grades his students’ papers. I admit I get cold fairly easy, so I’d probably be attached to his hip to keep his warm body next to mine. Just to test out that body warmth theory. For science, of course.

���️ — when you or your f/o gets sick, do you take care of each other? what do you do?

Itto — I mean this with all of the love in my heart, he’s a little bit of a whiner. Not because he’s sick, but because he can’t smother me with kisses. He takes the medicine I’ll give him eagerly, so he can get better again and kiss me as much as he wants. He also wraps himself in all of my blankets when he’s cold.

When I’m sick, he’s always on his feet making sure I’m comfortable. “Are you hot?” “Are you cold?” “Do you need anything?” “What can I do?” are questions he asks routinely, and he always makes sure I don’t lift a finger, even if it’s just a cold. He tries to kiss and cuddle me constantly, but I remind him that I don’t want him to get sick. (He will still try)

Dr. Ratio — He is a little stubborn at first, but he gradually warms up to the idea that he might not be able to manage a nasty fever or cough all on his own. He specifically asks for the tea I made him one random time whenever he’s sick, claiming it always makes him feel better. He receives medicine and rests without complaint, since he knows that’s what his body needs to get better.

When I’m sick, he won’t let me leave the bed. Since he is a doctor, he does know what he’s doing when he takes care of me. But is it really necessary to have me nestled in bed and given princess treatment even if it’s a simple cold? Yes, according to him, even if those weren’t his exact words.

☃️ — in the winter time, is there anything fun you two do together? make snowmen, snow angels, bake holiday treats?

Itto — He personally volunteers to be the taste tester for any and everything that I bake. Whether it be gingerbread, sugar cookies, you name it, and he’s the first one to taste it. I also drag him shopping everywhere, not that he minds. He says he’s planning to get back at me ever since I nailed him on the back of his head during a snowball fight. Christmas music is playing almost constantly, it’s my favorite kind of music.

Dr. Ratio — I subject him to Christmas movie marathons upon Christmas movie marathons. I of course make him watch my favorites: Home Alone, The Grinch, The Nightmare Before Christmas (I count it as both a Halloween and Christmas movie), A Charlie Brown Christmas, among others. I also make him help me decorate everything, and get us matching sweaters. Yes I am that person.

[coat-thief-kafka]

Hi, Astral Expressers... Well, you caught me.

Playing the violin and firing a gun both require flexible fingers, but bullets are more obedient.

Learnt the script, so I know how this ends, woah~ Try escape, no, the plot never bends, woah~ Life's not what it seems, break them down, a symphony I'll bring you to your knees, whisper till you listen to me

The other Hunters and I have traveled far to find you~ You're more valuable than you look, and I'm certain that we won't be the only ones thinking that way very soon.

I don't ask for much, just that you comply and behave yourself. I can't have anybody turning their backs on me, and I'm not afraid to resort to my Spirit Whisper if you're stubborn.

If there's no clear reason for me to rid myself of you, maybe I could show you a good time, tell you a secret or two~ Just as long as you don't go blabbing to the IPC. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

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