#Firefly X Reader

[ambros1an]

Hsr characters in a Soulmate au

warnings: sunday backstory, implied Gopher Wood being a bad father (Sunday), implied stellaron hunter Sunday, discrimination (aventurine, not said by reader), debt (aventurine), firefly backstory, 2.0-2.2 penacony spoilers

characters: Sunday, Aventurine, Firefly

a/n: it's so obvious who's my #1 fav in this

Sunday: writing

Throughout the world, everyone had the ability to communicate to their soulmates through writing on their own skin.

Sunday doesn't remember much about his childhood. His home-world was entrenched in war. The only constant in his life was his own sister, and the strange symbols on his wrists.

After being taken in by Gopher Wood, he would be taught that those symbols were words, and they came from his Soulmate. Excitedly, he'd take to the books to communicate with the person on the other end. At first it was little doodles, then broken sentences, and then full on conversations.

He wrote about his sister, the charmony dove, music and literature. One day, the writing stopped. You'd jot down messages in concern, so worried to the point your hand writing looked like illegible scribbles. He never did tell you his name after all.

After years, finally you got a response.

'Meet me at Dreamflux Reef, here, at 8 pm.' You couldn't help but notice that your soulmate's penmanship had improved after all these years. The once poor excuse for cursive wasn't just printed letters attached to one another, but font-like in it's neatness with broad loops. Despite the brief words written on your skin, your stomach rolled. Was it nerves or excitement?

There was a little hand-drawn map, taking up a portion of your forearm, with an 'X' on the location. You approached the streetlight ahead of you. It was five minutes before 8 pm, at the exact area he told you to be at.

There was somebody there. In the darkness, it was hard to see. The streetlight offered little brightness. Just a faint glow upon whoever it was. They were clearly halovian, a light bounced off their halo, providing a shine in your line of sight. Contrarily, they stood in dark clothes. And seemed to be fidgeting...as if waiting for someone.

As if on cue, the figure straightens up and turns to look at you. Those grey feathers and yellow eyes were unmistakable.

"Mr. Sunday?" The man hasn't been seen since the Order was chased out of Penacony.

"I didn't expect you to show up early," Sunday gives a halfhearted chuckle, then he calls your name, "you are them, right?"

"Yes, but-" You look towards your arm where the writing is located.

He sighs and shakes his head, "I...I'm the one who's been writing to you all these years." Sunday lifts his sleeve, on it is your reply to him, asking where he's been, and saying you'd be there.

Your soulmate was Sunday. The former head of the Oak Family. An MIA criminal. But also your childhood friend, who you never met.

There was so much to say, but the only thing you could think to ask was, "Why? You've been gone for so long..."

"I'm sorry. My fa-the dream master, prevented me from reaching out to you. He wanted me to be 'the chosen one' for The Order. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to-"

Gently, you put your arms around him.

"I was so worried. Please, talk to me. About everything."

He would, but now, all he wanted to do was rest in your embrace.

Aventurine: eye color

Everyone has one of their eyes the same eye color as their soulmate’s, until they meet.

It’s something that’s so arbitrary and meaningless to most people. There are only so many colors in the universe after all. But not yours.

“Sigonian.” Disdain.

“Poor child.” Pity.

“Whoever your soulmate is, you’re better off not meeting them.” Disgust.

Sigonia. A far off planet somewhere in the galaxy. Lightyears away. Where a people known for their unique eyes resides. Or used to reside.

Looking into the mirror, your right eye looks back at you, it’s a purple tinged with blue. You wonder what your soulmate’s would’ve looked like. You’ve long since accepted that any possible soulmate would’ve died years ago. Not even baseless rumors could settle any feelings of loss.

Knock Knock

Debt collectors.

The gentle knocks turn into bangs. The person standing outside takes a full walk around your house, peering inside any windows in search of you. The IPC was relentless when it came to debt. They'd make constant calls, tell your neighbors, blackmail their debtors, tack on more and more money, all to collect as much money as possible.

Just as your nerves calm down your phone rings. It's from a family member.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm calling from the IPC." That's not them. The voice is male with a smoothness to his voice. He disguised his number.

Just when you're about to hang up, "Don't hang up yet, I have a proposition for you." He instructs you to open the door.

You follow his instructions. Each step you make, the pit in your stomach gets wider. The door creeks as you turn the knob.

Two purple eyes, with a blue ring around the pupil. Sigonian. His eyes mirror your right one. But, within his reflection you see your own two regular colored eyes. Wait-

The man's mouth drops in shock, but instantly pulls into a grin. He hangs up the call.

"I see what's going on here. This time, the charge is on me," Aventurine insists. He's covered in designer clothing from head to toe, with golden rings lining each finger. You know right then and there that anything you say will get you nowhere. You're just glad he seems to be on your side.

"...Thank you."

"Mmm, but I never said it was without recompense." Shit. "In return, I'll provide you with a better place to live. This place is a bit...run down," he takes a glance around your home, and you can't help but feel embarrassed.

"Thank you, Aventurine, but that just sounds like I'll be in your debt."

He waves you off. "Debt? No, friend. What kind of partner would I be to let my soulmate fend for themselves?"

Firefly : timer

Every person across the galaxy has a timer leading up to the meeting of their soulmate.

4,000 years. Approximately 35,040,000 hours.

That was what Firefly had.

When she first awoke in her incubation chamber, it felt like she could wait forever. Their purpose was to devote their entire being to Glamoth. She did not dream. Not of the warmth of someone’s hands in theirs. Not of someone telling her that she was more. That was not a right of a weapon.

Yet, under the ashen sky and fields of smoke, not a single light shone through. Glamoth would never see the sun again. That was no place for a firefly.

For the last time she broke all protocol.

They unfurled their wings and chased the light. Finally, Unit AR-26710’s heart fluttered for a purpose that wouldn’t destroy.

24 hours = 1,440 minutes = 86,400 seconds.

They’d be landing in Penacony soon. She looked at her wrist, where the countdown was located. 1 day. She could feel her heart beat in her throat; she was so nervous.

Love. Kafka taught her that emotion. She’d never felt it before. Not that way.

Her eyes never left the window.

5 minutes = 300 seconds.

299, 298, 297, 296… Thinking in seconds was faster than minutes. It made time go faster. Minutes felt like eternity.

120, 119, 118, 117… Were they standing in the same area? Could she be looking at them right now? How far apart were they? Would they be tall or short? Would they be the time to put milk before cereal? Would they even like her?

10, 9, 8, 7… She watched the time tick away. She didn’t dare to look up least she burn up from the inside. It felt like her propulsion accidentally activated.

4, 3, 2, 1—

A figure crashed into her from behind. “I’m so sorry!”

0

She turned to look, and there you were. Yet, there was no celebration like she imagined. No hugging. No holding each other in an embrace. Instead, your face was pulled into grimace. Your arm gently interlocking with hers. Your posture was tight and hunched. All the signs of an uneasy person. Two Bloodhound members trailed after you.

“Did we do something wrong?” Firefly moved to stand in front of you

“That’s classified information,” one of the bloodhound guards say, gaze shifting off to look at you.

“I really didn’t do anything.” You look at Firefly with a pleading look.

The girl looks back at you and nods. She grabs your hand, the one the countdown is located on and charges for the alleys.

You hear the slap of their shoes against the concrete. The hurried pants of the guards. The footsteps behind you get louder and closer. In spite of the danger, all you can think about is the girl whose fingers are intertwined with yours. It brings a rush to your cheeks that only a breeze can soothe.

When your soulmate rounds the corner of the alley, her warm hand laced with yours turn a cold metallic. Her other hand placed around the small of your back in support. The suit of the armor is cold against your skin, but there’s a heat that radiates from the chest of the mech. It soothes your nerves. The lack of heat from her hand interlocked with yours may be replaced, but it was welcome.

When she unwraps her wings from behind her suit, a warm air erupts around you. Suddenly, you’re in the sky. The wind ruffles your hair, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when it dawns on you that you’re in your soulmate’s arms.

‘How would the other hunters react if they knew she blew her cover? Kafka was definitely going to tease her."

a/n #2: aven's was so hard to write. he feels like such a sleazebag in this but its only because he's in work mode I promise !! I want to do more of these bc it was fun.

[toruskiii]

Group chats texts with them!!!

Genre: Fluff, crack Characters: Multiple x gn!reader (platonic, but you can view it as romantic if you want...somehow) Warnings: mild cussing, may be ooc [masterlist] [about me]

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ────♡

Dan Heng, March 7th, Caelus, Stelle

Blade, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Firefly

Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Moze

Boothill, Argenti

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ────♡

[charmony--dove]

happy valentine's day! hope everyone is having a lovely love day.

cw(s): none! just pure fluff on this one<3

thinking about... what hsr characters would do for you for valentine's!

take you out for dinner and go shopping

characters who want to be classic about valentine's day! they take you to a fancy restaurant and talk with you the entire time. they love hearing you speak! after dinner, they take you out to nice shops and buy you whatever you want- you deserve it, after all!<3

(aventurine, march, kafka, firefly/sam, feixiao)

romantic candlelit dinner at home

cheesy as it is, they can't help but want to stay in and spoil you in the comfort of your own home! they go all out- scented candles, roses, home-cooked dinner, and even present you with a new piece of jewelry that reminded them of you!

(robin, argenti, welt, jing yuan, jiaoqiu )

casual about it (they're head over heels)

characters who try to be casual and not make a big deal about it, but insist on giving you a little something. a rose, a necklace, or a hand-made item. they might not say it out loud, but you mean the world to them!

(arlan, dr. ratio, sunday, boothill, luocha)

just want to be with you

characters who don't need a special day to appreciate your relationship and instead would rather just treat it like any other day with you. they want to be by your side the whole day, keeping you company through the mundane. (by that they mean snuggled up at your side as you laze about the house all day)

(dan heng, blade, lingsha, acheron, stelle/caelus)

[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

—————

Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Remember that ask with a s/o who had a mech? That one with firefly.

(H:SR Short Fic) Firefly's S/O using a mech

I was going to do something more comical originally, but unfortunately for everyone I just saw Gundam Narrative, which means Firefly isn't allowed to have nice things. Warnings: Angst/No Comfort, just sad robot on robot action (in the beat the shit out of each other way) Word Count: 1.8k

Firefly sat upon the roof, enjoying the peace and quiet as she stared at the stars far above in the sky. However, it wasn't long before the sounds of footsteps approached from below. She turned to the source of the sound, her lips forming into a bright smile.

(Firefly) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hey, sorry I'm late!"

S/O was panting as they joined her, Firefly moving a little to her left to make room. They sat down close, to the point their legs were constantly brushing against hers, but neither seemed to mind. Instead of looking back to the stars, Firefly's gaze remained on S/O's own smile.

(S/O) "I was just making some final adjustments to the Phenex! I think it'll be ready to fly with you by tomorrow night!"

Firefly's eyes widened at S/O's news, leaning closer into their shoulder.

(Firefly) "Really? That's great!"

S/O beamed at her reaction, nodding excitedly as one hand wrapped around hers.

(S/O) "Honestly, I'll probably end up falling a bunch of times, but I promise, we'll find the brightest stars we can together!"

Firefly's imagination started running wild with images of S/O comically flailing about in their own steel suit, making her giggle. She couldn't wait to actually see what happened.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never left as she noticed S/O looked up to the sky, with a much more somber expression despite their lighthearted quip.

(S/O) "...The brightest star, huh?"

(Firefly) "...S/O?"

S/O squeezed her hand tighter as they remained silent for a moment. They seemed to grow sadder with every second that passed.

(S/O) "Did...I ever tell you the reason I even began making the Phenex, Firefly?"

She tilted her head in confusion as her brows furrowed.

(Firefly) "No, you didn't. I assumed you just wanted to be with me whenever I donned SAM."

(S/O) "Well, it was that too, but..."

Firefly felt their thumb fidget against the top of her hand as they struggled to come up with an answer, in which she simply said nothing, giving them all the time they needed.

(S/O) "I wanted to go up into the stars myself, brave whatever awaited me out there, so I could find a way to defy your fate."

Their voice started to tremble as they spoke their reason aloud.

(Firefly) "S/O..."

Finally, they turned to face her, tears welling up in their eyes.

(S/O) "That's what I'll do with the Phenex. I'll become a bird and soar, so that way I can find a way for you to be reborn."

Firefly and S/O said nothing after that declaration, staring at each other before they sighed, letting go of her hand and resting it in their face.

(S/O) "Oh my god, that sounded way better in my head than it did out loud..."

Firefly was only stunned for a few more seconds before she burst into laughter, making S/O pout at her reaction.

(S/O) "H-Hey! I know it sounded bad but you don't have to laugh that much at it!"

Both her hands rested on her stomach as it began to hurt, her laughter barely stopping as she tried her best to reply.

(Firefly) "I-I-I'm sorry! I promise I'm not laughing at you!"

It took her a minute to finally calm herself down, S/O still grumbling under their breath as they waited. Firefly gently wiped their tears away with a finger before kissing them on the cheek.

(Firefly) "It's a sweet gesture, S/O...Thank you."

S/O smiled at Firefly, resting their head onto her shoulders and closing their eyes.

(S/O) "Do you mind if I sleep up here with you tonight? I...Don't want to be alone right now."

(Firefly) "I don't think there's anything more I'd want right now than having you with me."

...

...

Firefly sat alone on another starry night, but this time there would be no one to join her. Her hands rested on each other in her lap while she stared up at the night sky, waiting for her signal.

The planet she was on now was completely different from the one S/O and her shared their last night. Instead of warm city lights, there was nothing but ruins and debris below her.

It was here where the reports of a brilliant golden machine, leaving behind a blue trail around the cosmos was sighted. Many assumed that it was some kind of divine being, or an unexplained anomaly in the universe making itself known.

But Firefly knew the truth of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

...

...

The last step of the process was to have S/O's mind sync up with the Phenex's system. It was an extremely risky process, as this technology was still experimental and not fully understood.

Apparently, it was something that allowed the person's mind to directly translate into the machine's movements and combat capabilities, which S/O accepted the risk without hesitation.

This would be the power they needed to give Firefly her life back.

And finally settling into the suit, S/O let their mind begin synchronizing with the Phenex.

With barely a second passing, their eyes widened as their body felt a shock of pain growing faster by the second.

Firefly saw S/O's vitals rapidly spiking up and down as the Phenex dropped to one knee, screaming all the while.

(Firefly) "S/O?!"

The golden mech started to twitch involuntarily, its shield-wings shooting out and lodging itself into the facility's walls. S/O's screams were eventually drowned out by the Phenex's metallic joints creaking, almost as if it were roaring.

In an instant, flames materialized around Firefly as she dashed towards S/O, moving to rip them out of their suit. However, as soon as she made contact with them, the machine's eyes flared red and blew her backwards.

Firefly was easily able to catch herself from crashing into the floor, immediately flipping to use the walls as a launch pad as the armor's thrusters activated and she rocketed back to S/O.

The Phenex's shield wings stabbed itself into the ground and made her armor crash straight into it, making her lose course as she spiraled out of control for only a second.

Not wasting time, the Phenex's shield wings flew back behind it, and the machine flew straight up, tearing a hole through it and sped away, eventually out of sight and into the atmosphere.

...

It had been months since the incident, and Firefly was determined to bring them back. If the Phenex was still flying, then that means S/O was still alive.

As if on cue, a blue streak cut across the night sky like a knife, catching her attention and making her heart race.

(Firefly) "..."

She wanted to call out their name, but knew that they couldn't hear her anymore. What she needed to do now was to stop the Phenex.

The wind blowing her hair back was strong since she was standing at the top of a skyscraper. She knew for a fact that the Phenex would be able to detect her no matter what, so might as well choose the location that'd start the closest to them.

It took her a few seconds to stand up from her spot, and she took a deep breath, frowning as her eyes traced the blue streak that flew in a straight line above her, towards the horizon.

One foot stepped in front of the other, letting her drop from the building's edge and fall toward the ground.

Without so much as blinking, the area around her ignited as the armor's thrusters kicked into full burst, the building behind her getting scorched in the process as she gracefully weaved through the city and into the sky after the Phenex.

As elements of her HUD began blinking into view, her eyes remained focused on the blue line of light suddenly veered to her right.

With a simple nudge of her body, the armor tilted and extra thrusters emerged from the skirts of her armor to gain faster speed, feeling her body and suit both begin to heat up.

The Phenex's trail dropped completely downwards onto the streets, trying to lose its pursuer as it began wildly darting in an unpredictable manner, before it eventually disappeared into a tunnel.

Firefly quickly followed it into the temple, still not saying a word as she kept an eye on her suit's motion trackers.

Before the radar could even register the movement, the Phenex suddenly burst from the tunnel's walls, debris scattering everywhere and threatening to crush her.

She simply frowned as one punch completely obliterated the stone that tried to crash into her, eyes still following the Phenex for a split second before it tried to escape behind her.

Firefly's other arm extended outward and managed to catch the leg of the machine, before diverting her strength to fling it into the wall directly behind her, letting the Phenex slam into the stone and temporarily disabling it.

She raised her arm to disable the machine's flight unit before realizing the shield wings it had just a second ago were missing.

Alarms were ringing as signatures were quickly approaching from her flanks, making her extend both arms to catch the shields before it threatened to bisect her, Firefly's teeth clenching from the impact.

The machine's eyes stared at Firefly's helmet, and for a brief moment, its red eyes flashed a blue color.

And though it was hazy, a voice spoke out to her from the corners of her mind. It may have been her imagining things, but that didn't stop Firefly's voice from crying out:

(Firefly) "S/O!"

Seemingly unaffected by Firefly's counter, the Phenex's eyes returned to its natural state before quickly dislodging itself from its position and rocketed out of the tunnel, both shields following after.

(Firefly) "Just hang on, S/O, please!"

Even though time was the last thing on her side, she prayed that she stayed strong, at least for long enough to catch the Phenex. Firefly truly had no idea if S/O was still inside that suit considering how long it had been, but at the very least, she would avenge them by destroying the machine.

Not to mention, this machine existed because of her. It was created solely to help her, yet it seemed to be dragging both her and S/O to Aeons know where.

But she didn't care about where it was taking them, only that she rescued the person who gave their life for her.

Firefly's armor crouched before taking off, denting the concrete below her as it was left scorched by all her thrusters activating, flying after the Phenex.

...

There were many researchers and travelers who spoke of seeing a red comet chasing after a blue one in the skies that night.

No one had any idea what it was, but everyone watched in a mixture of awe and confusion, watching as the comets eventually took off into space, off towards a destination unknown.

[bloodrelationsofheavenandearth]

but i want it (sweet as cherry wine)

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ desc; how does it feel to hold a hand, one that fits as if it were meant to do so with your own?

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ pairing; himeko : firefly : gepard : jing yuan : feixiao : argenti : aventurine : sunday : mydei : aglaea ➜ x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ mlist; !!!!! // pt 2; !!!!!

himeko is the needle on your compass, the northern star in the sky and holds you steady- your anchor to warmth, your hearth and your home. the times that you manage to hold them, her hands are warm to the touch, usually second-hand from the coffee she always seems to have on hand; she always smells like coffee, too, rich and a little bit fruity. it lingers on her skin like ichor, soft and warm like the feeling of home- she is home, always. when she holds your hand she is caking you home, cradling one or both between her own, keeping your warmth entwined with hers because that’s just how it is. how it will stay.

firefly’s hands are familiar- not because they’re the same hands that cradle you often, but familiar in the way that makes your soul settle, stretched out lazily like a house cat under your skin. to hold her hand is to return to yourself, it is to envy the way the sky wraps itself around the sun and the moon and envy for that same closeness. it is the familiarity of matter, of what you are and will be coalescing, a bone deep ache that is soothed.

now, if you’d like to hold his hand- you’ve got to get gepard out of his gloves, first. whilst they keep his hands- big, strong, calloused hands- warm and safe during the day, they’re unfortunately not made with the idea of far sweeter things in mind. time and duty permitting, he’ll shuck them off like they burn him as soon as you, so dear to him, come into his view. holding his hand is to be encompassed, to feel the graze of his thumb over your knuckles and hand it brought up to his mouth; his cheeks are red, from the cold and you, always you. he needs, desperately, to be gentle enough, to covey all that he can’t when he is off doing his duty. you, the balm to the frigid cold.

jing yuan is a man of many people’s fascinations- yet, how amusing to you, that he seems so fascinated by simply holding your hands. ever the charmer, kissing your wrists and knuckles and palms and whispering into your skin- he is quiet afterwards, plays with your fingers and traces manicured nails over your skin. his hand, holding yours, is an endless stretch of time condensed into seconds; fleeting and effervescent, timeless and unshakeable. the press of the pads of his fingers mimic his devotion that sweetens on your tongue like honey, the weight of his palms against yours like the thudding weight of another heartbeat, intertwined together with yours. thumpthump. thump. thumpthump. thump.

perhaps, feixiao has a tendency to be a little rough around the edges- only sometimes. her hands reflect her well, especially so when you can snag them within your own; her anxiety, her anger, her mirth, her exhaustion. you alone cradle her in your hands, the cyclonic emotion that pours out of her like waves lapping at the shore. you stand, with her, cradling each other, in the eye of the storm. she is a cyclone, a constant ebb and flow that gives and takes and shelters you within herself. often, this is the case when she squeezes your hands- strength and love and loyalty and shelter.

perhaps one thing to note, is that argenti is usually never not holding your hand. or linking pinkies. or offering you his arm to hold. or somehow, in someway, near enough to feel him pressing some piece of himself to some part of you. he’s sweet, bottled sunshine that spills out of his body and burns itself into your being with its light- holding his hand is like holding the sun. holding it, cupped between your hands, reflecting its brilliance into your skin and shining its light through your body; it bounces off of your ribs and bursts out of your eyes, buries itself into your lungs and lodges so deeply it will never return completely to the sky. holding his hand is mundane, domestic, and an everyday occurrence; yet his brilliance will always be a live wire, buried in your chest and tethering you close.

holding hands with aventurine is always going to be just a little bit different each time- not because he pulls some kind of trick or because he’s unpredictable or anything of the sort. he, quite simply, just hasn’t yet found a completely sound way to honour the feeling of your hand in his. he draws from within himself to count his own luck, tracing over a freckle on the inside of your wrist. the stars bursting behind his eyelids grow ever in number when he finds a new pattern to trace over your fingers, a new way to touch the skin over your knuckles and configure a mind map every time. this, this feeling is something not even he will gamble

ever one for order, sunday is as expected, meticulous in the care he ensures in such a simple act. it is an act that is cyclical, a routine cultivated between the two of you out of careful consideration for the other; a tentative melody when your fingers brush, quickly meeting a crescendo when palms greedily press together to seek assurance. it is harmonious, yet there is a quiet strength- comforting in its presence, always known to be and never, ever taken for granted.

mydei who is ever the warrior, ever the one to weather the storm has hands like one would expect; there lay thin scars from youth, split knuckles and well worn callouses over his hands that speak of his character. these are hands that know violence. these are hands that are hard and strong and unwavering. and yet.. to hold his hand is to cradle his hardness, it is to bolster his strength like kindling to a fire or gasoline and a match. it is to let him pull you into his ribcage and make a home for you of his own skeleton, it is to be his blood and muscle and his heart. because what is a warrior without a worthy cause, a worthy reason to be strong?

to be graced by aglaea, to merely gaze upon her visage is already a beauty to be consumed of- to get closer, to feel the softness of her hands and the croon of her voice is an implosion. often, holding her hands leads to conversations that leave you levitating- knowledge shared between two lovers, whispers on the wind and sweet as morning dew. sometimes the knowledge is monotonous, or spellbinding or even a tad ridiculous; yet it always sears itself into your skin, embeds like hooks and has you strung up like a puppet on strings. to hold her hand is to languish in her beauty, in her passion and her drive you simply be who she is.

notes; sigh.. i got back into hsr again (i want mydei & anaxa & thank GOD i have a guaranteed character) and i wanted to post something! idk if half of these are coherent or for any of the characters fully, but like, it’s something :’) i took inspo from this i did for ff16 a while ago^ i can do more characters if they’re wanted in terms of hsr, just let me know!

© bloodrelationsofheavenandearth 2025 ☁︎

[ryuucam]

thinkin about getting turned on w ur friend but none of u actually have any clue on what to do :((

what was supposed to be just a hangout at her house turned into a long long talk abt how ur ovulating and have nothing to do abt it bc youre so inexperienced that u dont even have a toy to get off with … as u keep on blabbering u dont notice your cunny getting all wet n puffy, dropling all over ur friends bed. shes moving around so much too, trying rub her clothed clit on her sheets.. u spend sm time together its so wonder ur cycles are aligned, both ovulating n dumb n horny n with nothing to help urself with…

ur cheeks are so hot, u feel so wet that ur going dumb over nothing, barely noticing ur friend leaning towards u and pressing her pink lips against yours, slowly sliding her tongue in your mouth. u suck on it so sloppily, but she doesnt mind because shes never done this before either.. spit drips down your chests, makin u both feel even more caged into ur clothes.. so you undress, finally letting ur tits n pussies breathe !! her hands slide down your shoulders and cup your boobs, squeezin n tuggin at ur nipples .. your eyes go straight to her chest, n u dont think twice before sucking on it, makin her moan louder n louder …

its not enough tho, but u both have no clue how to relieve yourselves .. u’ll just have to rub ur clits n puffy cunts together, squirting all over each other while giggling n drooling against ur mouths .. no thoughts just being dumb n subby with ur friend ♡

varesa, amber, shenhe, keqing, ganyu, layla, nilou, ayaka, mizuki (genshin impact) robin, firefly (honkai star rail) asahina, sayaka, chiaki, mikan, tsumugi (danganronpa)

[sun4ki]

Haha firefly is so goofy<3 i love her

Anyways wip for a video

[razorblade180]

Devotion

After a long shift doing paperwork, Jean finally manages to leave the Headquarters at a reasonable time. Well, reasonable for her. The moon wasn’t setting. That’s all that mattered! The Acting Grandmaster was thrilled by the idea of having time to read the novel Lisa gave her, but the moment of fantasy was quickly forgotten when she noticed her sister, Barbara, walking down the church steps alone.

Jean:Barbara?

Barbara:Huh? Oh, s-Jean; hello.

Jean:You were working this late?

Barbara:I like to practice in private at times. I wasn’t expecting to run into you tonight. I guess that means work was light for you.

Jean:(Hehe. “For you”) Yeah you could say that. Want me to walk you home? It can be dangerous at night.

Barbara:Oh I wouldn’t want to take up your time or anyt-

Jean held out her hand and she could see a glimmer in Barbara’s eyes. Their relationship was awkward to say the least, but it would be a waste to not take this opportunity to spend a little time together. Her younger sister took hand and they began walking. Jean was still a little concerned about Barabara going home alone, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized there’s no way Rosaria isn’t just far enough away to not be noticed. Then there was Diluc. Oh Diluc… He might be doing his “second job��� by now.

Jean glanced over to Barbara. It wasn’t uncommon for strained silence to fall between them, but the girl typically tried for a short conversation. Jean was surprised to see her sister carrying a look of worry in her eyes.

Jean:What’s wrong?

Barbara:Hmm? Oh, it’s- it’s nothing.

Jean:Doesn’t sound like nothing. You’re making the same face Klee and Sucrose tends to make when something unexpectedly goes wrong.

Barbara:I…I don’t want to trouble you with it. It’s pretty silly in all honesty.

Jean:…Try me. I’ve dealt from lost cats to fish blasting. A problem is a problem. Acting Grand Master to citizen, or sister to sister, I want to listen to you worries. *smiles*

Barbara:*red*…It’s Venti.

Jean:Wh-What about the bard?

Barbara:….

Silence had never spoken more words. Jean saw the two occasionally hang out together and sing. Venti had even been his playful self to Barbara in front of Jean, but she never considered the girl’s flustered responses to be signs of mutual affection! That couldn’t be it, right!?

Jean:Oh, I see. So are you two…

Barbara: No no no! We just..enjoy each other’s music and stuff.

Jean: (Figures. Forgive me Venti for doubting you.) What’s the issue? A musical disagreement?

Barbara:No. For some time now, he visits the church for me to heal minor injuries, drop off some food, or pray despite the fact I’m certain he’s dozing off instead. Most of the time he’s really there to see me.

Jean:Ah, so he’s getting in the way of your work.

Barbara:Well…yes and no. Physically he isn’t. In fact, he’s helped me and the other sisters on multiple occasions. Mentally however…*blushes* I find myself thinking about him more and more to the point it does affect my work.

Jean:(I was right the first time!?) You.. have feelings for Venti the bard?

Barbara: I wasn’t sure at first. I just knew I felt guilty that I wasn’t focused like I should be. Two weeks ago it reached a boiling point where I completely forgot to finish a choir arrangement! We had to postpone the performance an entire week.

Jean:That’s not too bad, all things considered.

Barbara:But it was avoidable if I had been more diligent. That entire week I wanted to do nothing but focus on creating the best arrangement without distractions, but my mind kept wandering. I got so frustrated I started praying to Barbatos himself to help deal with my feelings!

Jean:…Did you now? How’d that go?

Barbara:To my surprise, I think he might’ve been listening. I didn’t suddenly focus better, but Venti didn’t show up to the church like he usually does. He’s..still not showing up. I saw him once but as quickly as he greeted me, he left because he said he had to go apple picking. It’s not that I didn’t believe him, but I felt…a distance; physically and metaphorically. He always got right next to me but that time he was out of arms reach.

Jean:Arms reach, hmm.

Barbara:It hasn’t stopped either. I know what I’m saying sounds more than a little ridiculous but it feels like my prayers were answered by Venti not wanting to see me as much. That’s…not what I meant though. I liked when he visited, even if I didn’t say so all the time. How could I when he was doing something like scraping his knee or sleeping? Not to mention him near the holy lyre makes me nervous.

Jean:(Has the magic not warn off yet!?) If a prayer is what did this, then why don’t you pray again?

Barbara:I don’t want to be ungrateful! I shouldn’t have bothering praying to Barbatos about something that was my mistake in the first place. *drops head* Maybe this is his form or of punishment for me? That or…Venti doesn’t want to see me anymore; at least not in the way I realized how I liked seeing him.

The two finally made it to Barbara’s house and stopped in front of the door. Poor girl looked so defeated. Jean didn’t have much trust in her own abilities when it came to romantic problems, but she knew without a doubt Venti heard the prayer and proceeded to act accordingly. Jean rested her hands on Barbara’s slouched shoulders and had the girl look her in the eyes.

Jean:Barbara, I say with certainty the Anemo Archon would never punish someone as caring and devoted as you. As for Venti, I also have no doubts he thinks you’re wonderful. He’s told me before you are a wonderful person to sing beside.

Barbara:*red* You two have talked about me?

Jean:On occasion if we run into each other. His exact feelings for you I can’t say because I’m not too sure, but I know the way he looks at you and says your name. Venti cherishes you.

Barbara:Are you saying I should talk to him about it?

Jean:I’m sure that will help. Buuuut, I also think you should pray to Barbatos again. Even if this was some lesson, which I highly doubt, I believe you know better than anyone how kind he is. Coincidence or not, it would give you better peace of mind.

Barbara:Yeah…*gentle smile* Yeah! I’m the Deaconess. I can’t let this shake me and do nothing about it. What example would that set?

Jean:That too, but frankly I meant to do this more yourself. No one would judge you.

Barbara:Oh, hehe. I guess that’s true.

Jean:(Is this how the Knights feel talking to me?) I wish you the best of luck, Barbara. Stop by anytime to tell how things are going.

Barbara:Okay, I will! Also, thank you for this. It means more than I can explain.

Jean:The feeling is mutual.

She gets a surprise hug from Barbara. It didn’t take long before Jean wrapped her arms around the girl gently. Barbara had grown up before Jean had gotten the chance to notice, but she was a little happy she could still help with problems like these. Their hug ended, and Barbara finally went inside.

All things considered, that went well. A normal person would pat themselves on the back and head home. Jean desperately wanted to be that normal person, but deep down not only was she still a tad concerned, but she also was way more invested in this love story than the book Lisa gave her. Against her own will, Jean found herself hurrying over to Angel Share.

xxxxx

The door open with a single push as Jean hurried in. The normal customers were around drinking their fill like usual. That included Venti, who was face down at the bar in front of Diluc; the fiery redhead locked eyes with Jean.

Diluc:Well this isn’t something I see everyday.

Jean:I’m not hear to drink.

Diluc:I meant you off work this early.

Jean:So is Kaeya just sharing my overtime hours or something? Also I thought you’d be “working” by now.

Diluc:I… am working.

Jean:If you say so. Anyways, I’m not here about that. I’m here for Venti. *gently shakes him* If he’s conscious that is.

Venti:Mmm, hmm? Oh, hi Venessa.

Jean:E-Excuse me?

Venti:What? Oh, I’m sorry. *sits up* didn’t have my wits about me. You remind me of her at times.

At first, Jean was a little worried about Barbara unknowingly liking their alcoholic deity, but Jean would be lying if she said his little mistake just now didn’t made her very happy inside. She couldn’t let that distract her though! Now was the time to be diligent!

Jean:Diluc, could you possibly give us some space? I have a delicate, personal matter to discuss with Venti.

Diluc:Is it about Barbara?

Jean:…

Diluc:He begged me to bartend tonight to wear his heart on his sleeve. In my eyes it’s more like drowning his sorrows.

Jean:So he isn’t typically this drunk?

Diluc:Well…at the very least he’s a happy drunk. Today he’s sung no song and has kept to himself.

Venti:I’m right here you two. So Barbara went as far as to talk to you? I guess this is the perfect time to apologize to you properly, Jean. I’m sorry for my behavior. I’ve caused your sister unnecessary stress. *bows*

Jean:Lord B- Venti, raise your head! There’s no need to bow to me, ever!

Venti:Ehe, I guess that would be weird for you, wouldn’t it? My bad.

Jean:So you did hear Barbara’s prayer?

Venti:Loud and clear, just like all the others that say my name. Honestly I didn’t realize I had started to be a burden. I got a little caught up in the moment of seeing her.

Jean:..Why do you see my sister often? Is it because of her devotion to the church?

Venti:Not specifically. It’s not her devotion to the Anemo Archon if that’s what you mean. Her dedication to the job itself, much like your own, is very admirable. Barbara is awfully kind yet stern when she has to be. Yet somehow she knows how to be uplifting and has an air about her that’s so refreshing to see. It’s hard not to feel at ease when you’re around her.

Diluc:That’s high praise coming for you.

Venti:Countless people would echo my sentiments.

Jean:Yet yours would resonate loudest. I can understand your choice but I feel like you should’ve known Barbara wouldn’t. I’d go as far as to say nobody in Mondstadt is as emotionally intelligent as you, and not for the reasons you’d assume. As her sister, I ask you to be more earnest with her. As your friend, I implore you to be more kind to yourself.

Venti:And as a citizen…?

Jean:*smiles* I hope the god I admire always experiences the same peace he so graciously fought to protect in the name of his people.

Jean pulled out a small but heavy bag of mora and put it on the counter before walking towards the door.

Jean:This enough to clear his tab?

Venti:!? Normally I’d feel honored but you really shouldn’t-

Diluc:Consider it clear. It’ll fill up again soon enough.

Jean:That’s fine. The wine here is good after all. I just hope the next few bottles will be for a merrier occasion.

The proud knight finally left, leaving Diluc to watch Venti slowly put his head back down and sigh.

Diluc:I hope you know you’re cut off for the night.

Venti:Fine by me. I’m sobering up.

Diluc:You’ve seemed sober for a while now.

Venti:Emotionally, Diluc. Emotionally… Thanks for being here.

Diluc:…It’s my tavern.

Venti:(Oh boy…how to handle this? It’s too late now but maybe tomorrow I’ll catch her before work and-”

“Lord Barbatos, please hear my prayers…”

Venti:….

xxxxxx

“I know what I’m about to say might make me seem pretty fickle as of late. To be honest, I’m not even sure if what’s happened is your will or pure coincidence. Either way, Venti has stopped talking to me lately. Now I know last time I was practically begging to clear my thoughts of him so I could continue doing my best, but…I was wrong to do so. He just might bring out my best. Or at least.. my joy; a joy that I don’t want to lose. Now that I see how that might be over I….…… Please. Please don’t let it be over. I want to see him; truly see him. I know it’s greedy and again, fickle of me, but it’s the truth. May the wind lead.”

xxxxx

The girl undid her hands and wiped her face of welling tears that threatened to fall. Already in her nightgown and hair undone, she stood up after praying by her bedside to try and rest her mind. However, a sudden knock at the door caught the girl’s attention and she made her way down stairs to see who it was; assuming it had to be her sister.

As she cracked the door open to peek, her heart nearly stopped. Barbara opened it slowly to see Venti standing there with Cecilia flowers in his hand. The boy stood rather rigid and had a flushed color across his face. Though he tried to hide it by looking at the ground with a bow.

Venti:H-Hello. I know it’s pretty late but I wanted to apologize if I’ve been pretty distant lately. I could see how stressed you were about the choir situation and I could sorta see I wasn’t really helping the situation by bothering you so I thought it would be best to-

Barbara: Hic

Venti looked up and gasped, seeing the Deaconess of the church crying before his eyes, her face growing red. Years of living, but Venti was ill equipped to deal with a girl crying so meekly in this situation. He try to hold in his panic to not wake anyone as he wrestled with the idea to hug her in this situation or not.

Venti:Hey now. Please don’t cry! I’m- I’m sorry. I should’ve said something to you.

Barbara:No, it’s not your fault. I just.. I don’t know why I thought for some reason you might hate me!

Venti:I could never hate you….

His voice, so calming, so certain of those words. His eyes stared at her with a familiar gentleness and sincerity as she felt his left hand brush away her tears while she calmed down. Venti finally flashed a smile as he put the flowers in her hand to clutch tightly. Barbara couldn’t help but feel a little silly inside, but silently she understood Venti wouldn’t think so at all. Barbara finally returned his smile.

A sense of ease hit them both. Venti gave a small curtsy, his job completed. As he turned to let the girl get some well deserved rest, he froze as he felt warmth grab his right hand. Venti dared to turn back around and look at her puffy eyes and flushed face under the moonlight that somehow managed to melt and break his heart. It was moments like these he envied mortals. He had no one to pray to; nobody at all to grant him strength. Though he may be the god of freedom, Venti understood himself well enough to know he was completely at the mercy of Barbara’s words. He could feel his heart race and hoped his redness was mistaken for drinking. It would all me over if he heard her say…

Barbara:Don’t go. Can we talk some more?

Venti:Barbara I-

Barbara:Please? Stay with me.

Maybe he had grown weaker than he thought? Perhaps it was the wine, or the simple truth he understood how courage it took her to say that. Regardless of the reason, Venti let those word’s echo in his heart like a lost hymn; he let it play out as he followed behind Barbara into her home. Tonight in the land of the Anemo Archon, Venti the bard was given a sanctuary by a woman who without realizing it had answered his prayers. A prayer to be welcomed in lovingly with open arms; like he was so many years ago by another with a song in their heart.

[aeonstale]

SHUT UP AND DRIVE !

┆彡 summary. headcannons about driving. ┆彡 cw. blade x reader. moze x reader. boothill x reader. crashes. suggestive (mention of making out). curses. road rage. boothill's part is short bc headache. not proof read. [1.5k]

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STELLARON HUNTERS (BLADE).

Canonical Blade can drive. Silver wolf tried one time, she almost caused your death (she said she had a perfect score. She meant in the game..) Firefly can’t, Kafka can but always let Blade drive.

Passenger princess treatment from Blade. The type to have his hand on your thighs, drawing meaningless shapes. He lets you choose the music, and you know he likes it when he taps his finger to the rhythm. 

Though if you call him out he will deny it all.

If you were craving food at whatever time, he WILL drive you there. 

No matter the distance or time. Blade’s getting the car keys and driving you there. 

He sometimes participates in races. 

Tailored a jacket based off of him for you to wear. 

′′It brings me good luck.′′ he says.

But you know the pink hues slowly merging into red ones. Even if he hides his face, blade’s ears are a dead give away. 

Make out sessions in his car. I’m talking heavy ones. 

The type to ask you to feed him when he drives. His eyes focused on the road, while his ears were listening to your daily gossip.

He does have light road rage. Mostly when the other car initiates it, he scares them off. He doesn’t want to waste time and ruin your time together.

But when the mara struck and he couldn't control his anger, he tried to crash them… You gave him the silent treatment for a week + no kisses or cuddles for a month + never sat next to him choosing to sit farther from him even in the car, and he never tried that again.

Sometimes the other stellarons crash your outings.

Silver Wolf would be popping bubble gums while her game audio is at max volume. She would be sitting right behind you, easy access to whisper to you and teasing Blade.

Kafka would be in the seat behind Blade’s. Easy to annoy him with light kicks and can also see you clearly while you talk (she just loves window seats.) 

And Firefly in the middle. She’d talk to you about recent missions encounters and whatever’s on the girl's mind. Would also ask blade to stop at a restaurant for take outs, and when he refuses she turns to you. Puppy eyes begging you to convince him. And of course, you agree.

The chaotic family trip vibe.

Except when Kafka drives then it turns into a girl night out and Blade.

He would be in charge of carrying heavy stuff. 

You let Firefly sit in front while you sit next to Blade. 

He sits in between you and Silver Wolf.

One because SW will die before she gives up the window seats. And two he likes how you lean on him (plus a good excuse to say he’s looking at the window when Kafka and SW teases him about how he watches you with tender eyes.)

Overall; a good 9/10 vibe when driving with Blade. (minus one because it can be annoying when he crashed.)

YAOQING TRIO (MOZE).

All of you have your driving license. So let’s cut it into four parts ;

When Moze is driving : 

Respect the rules. A calm driver who has little to no road rage. 

The type to park whenever he needs something so as to avoid any danger. This man is the textbook example of how a driver should act.

However, Moze would NOT let the music play.

′′ It distracts me from the road. ′′ o/10. 

Even if you bring out any deal, Moze will just continue dead staring into the road. He will not budge. 

When Fei Xiao is driving : 

Hold on to your prayers and your seat belt. 

Number one street racer here, she will respect the red light but other than that? Nah.  

′′ Why go slow when you can break the sound barrier? ′′ Fei Xiao probably.

The type to eat and drive, if she dropped something she would grab it herself and let go of the wheel forcing either you or Moze to stir in her stead. 

Which leads to my next point. Either you or Moze HAVE to be on the front passenger seat. This woman is NOT to be trusted with a wheel.

But whoever sits next to her will ALWAYS receive princess treatment.

Moze hates her for it, so he lets you ride next to her.

It’s all fun and game until she’s too caught up in a conversation with you to notice the huge truck heading your way.

You manage to stir out of the way and she just laughs and slaps your back telling you she knew what she was doing.

You banished Moze to the front for a month and to the couch for a week after that.

When Jiaoqiu is driving : 

Pre 2.5? Kind of a responsible driver. He still has some slip up and he often pretends to crash to scare all of you out. 

He gets banned from spicy foods when he pulls stunts like these.

Post 2.5? No. 

In the back seat, he is however in charge of snacks and pranks. 

′′ Oh hey we’re here!′′ ′′..no we are not?′′ ′′ that’s what it’d sound like when one of you notices it.′′ proceed to stare into your soul but he’s looking at the seat.

Many blind jokes, it’s his coping mechanism. 

The type to sit behind the driver seat and cover their eyes. ′′ Guess who~′′ (′′THE IMMINENT DEATH IF YOU DON’T LET GO′′)

His tail takes up most of the back seat but if he allows you, an amazing sleeping spot. But has an interesting way to wake you up…(he put hot peppers underneath your nose until you wake up in a coughing fit lmao)

Overall 7/10 (you still didn’t forgive him for the hot pepper prank.)

When your driving : 

Responsible driver with a hint of road rage. Kind of similar to Blade’s aforementioned, but tamer….ish. 

Moze would be in charge of the gps, Feixiao of the music (her gym playlist would be playing because it is the only acceptable one of hers), Jiaoqiu of the food as usual. 

But the moment someone tries to push you into another lane or bump into you while overtaking you?

They are holding into their seatbelt and praying to The Hunt. 

Physically having to restrain you before you get out and show them why you are the General’s Lieutenant. Insults after insults, it’s even funnier when you insult them in The Xiaozhu tongue while they stand there confused.

But a quick snack shoved to your mouth by Moze and you are all fine and dandy.

′′ Where do you guys wanna eat :) ′′ ′′you almost killed a man..?′′ ′′do you want me to finish him or go eat? ′′ ′′eat.′′ ′′:)′′

Wife happy, we happy. 

Wife mad, we scared.

Overall 10000000000000/10 (biased bc no you are not wrong ???)

GALAXY RANGERS (BOOTHILL).

Oh boy.

There are only two actual drivers, Boothill and you.

Rappa is licenseless and it’s better if it stays that way.

Boothill prefers to drive, you don’t mind since you get to enjoy the scenery and sleep. 

Rappa is always in the backseat.

They got banished there after some..unfortunate incidents. 

She almost crashed you all. She saw something she deemed was necessary to investigate. Boothill refused to pull over, so she did the next best thing. She tried to jump out.

You had a heart attack trying to pull her back in, you had to climb into the front all while begging Boothill to help. 

Meanwhile Boothill was trying to keep you steady while making sure not to crash (oh yeah and also not hurt Rappa Though he kinda wanted to.) 

You got pulled over by the police, but while you were reprimanded, Rappa distracted the police and pushed you all back into the car. Urging Boothill to hit the gas which he did all while laughing maniacally. 

′′You are crazy!!? What would you have done if they started shooting??′′ ′′shoot back.′′ (father and daughter moment)

Safe to say Rappa was banished from the front seat and was obligated to have the seat belt on at all times.

princess treatment from Boothill. Would drive to the moon and earth. 

Does have some road rage but one glare for you and he is calm.

He is a bit of a ′make your own solution′.

′′Oh no that car is blocking our way′′ ′′we’ll run them over.′′ ′′yes we’ll run them–WHAT′′

The type to fight over the songs, the other two joining soon.

You would have arrived at the destination before a song was agreed on. 

Fun experience until he almost runs over an IPC member and you have to go on a car chase to lose the tens of IPC cars after you.

That meme.

 Boothill singing along to the song while you death stare at him. 

He slept on the couch that night and the following.

And the week after.

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[heliosunny]

hii!! ive read thru all of ur mystery plant fics + adore them. could i request one for firefly? 💌☺️✨️

MYSTERY PLANT

Yandere!Firefly x Reader

The old botanical garden was a hidden gem in the heart of the city, a place where nature thrived despite the concrete jungle surrounding it. You often visited to escape the noise and chaos of urban life, finding solace among the lush greenery and vibrant flowers. But today, something felt different.

As you wandered deeper into the garden, you noticed a peculiar plant tucked away in a secluded corner. Its leaves shimmered with an iridescent glow, and its petals pulsed faintly. You reached out to touch it, but a voice stopped you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You turned to see an elderly woman standing nearby. She wore a wide-brimmed hat and a long, flowing dress that seemed to blend into the foliage around her. In her hands, she held a pair of pruning shears.

“Why not?” you asked, curious.

The woman stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the plant. “This one’s special. It doesn’t grow like the others. It chooses its caretaker. And once it does, there’s no going back.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a symbiotic creature. It feeds on life force, if you will. It’ll thrive as long as it’s connected to its chosen one. But if that bond is broken...”

You glanced back at the plant, its glow seeming to intensify as if it were listening. “What happens if the bond is broken?”

The woman’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt a chill run down your spine. “Let’s just say it’s not something you’d want to find out.” She turned to leave but paused, glancing over her shoulder. “If you take it, be careful. It’s beautiful, but it’s not without its dangers.”

Despite the warning, you couldn’t resist. You carefully dug up the plant, its roots glowing faintly as you placed it in a pot. The elderly woman watched from a distance, her expression unreadable, but she said nothing more.

At home, you placed the plant on your windowsill, where it could bask in the sunlight. You named it Firefly, after its soft, pulsating glow. At first, it seemed to thrive. Its leaves grew fuller, its glow brighter, and it even seemed to respond to your voice, its petals turning toward you whenever you spoke.

But after a few days, something changed. Firefly began to wither, its leaves drooping and its glow dimming. You tried everything—watering it more, moving it to a sunnier spot, but nothing worked. It was as if it was slowly fading away.

One evening, as you were tending to Firefly, you accidentally cut your hand on the edge of the pot. A drop of blood fell onto the soil, and almost immediately, the plant reacted. Its leaves perked up, and its glow intensified. You watched in awe as it seemed to come back to life, its roots absorbing the blood as if it were the most nourishing thing in the world.

“What the...” you muttered, staring at your hand. The cut was small, but the plant’s reaction was undeniable.

The next time Firefly began to wither, you tried the same thing. You pricked your finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the soil. But this time, nothing happened. The plant remained lifeless, its glow faint and flickering. Confused, you tried again, but still, there was no reaction.

It wasn’t until later that night, as you sat by the window, that you realized what was happening. Firefly’s leaves began to curl toward you, and you felt a strange, almost magnetic pull. Your energy seemed to drain, as if something was siphoning it away. You tried to pull back, but the sensation was oddly comforting, like a warm embrace.

Firefly’s glow brightened, and you understood. It wasn’t your blood it needed—it was your energy.

From that day on, Firefly became a constant presence in your life. She thrived on your energy, her glow brighter and more vibrant than ever. But as the days passed, you began to feel the toll. You were tired all the time, your thoughts foggy, your movements sluggish. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. There was something about her—something beautiful and fragile—that made you want to protect her, even as she consumed you.

One night, as you sat by the window, Firefly’s glow intensified, and you felt a strange warmth spread through your body. Her leaves began to shift and change, growing longer, more delicate, until they resembled human fingers. And then, before your eyes, she transformed.

A girl stood before you, her hair flowing like liquid starlight, her skin glowing faintly, and her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“You’ve been so kind to me” she whispered, her voice like the rustling of leaves.

You were speechless, unsure whether to be amazed or afraid. She stepped closer, her hand brushing against your cheek. Her touch was cold, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

Firefly had been unusually quiet all day. She sat curled up on the windowsill.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m... tired” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I need more... of you.”

You frowned, concern gnawing at you. You’d been feeling weaker lately, but seeing her like this made your heart ache. You couldn’t let her suffer. You had to do something.

You decided to cook something for her, hoping that maybe food—even if it wasn’t energy—might help. You moved to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and trying to focus on the task at hand. But your mind kept wandering back to Firefly. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice the knife slipping until it was too late.

“Ah!” you hissed, dropping the knife as a sharp pain shot through your hand. Blood welled up from the cut, dripping onto the counter. You grabbed a towel, pressing it to the wound, but before you could do anything else, Firefly was there.

She moved faster than you’d ever seen her move, “You’re hurt” she said. Without waiting for a response, she took your hand in hers, before you could stop her, she brought your hand to her mouth, her lips brushing against the cut.

“Firefly, wait—!” you started, but the words died in your throat. Her mouth was warm, and as she pressed her lips to the wound, you felt a strange, tingling sensation. The pain faded almost instantly, replaced by a soothing warmth that spread through your hand and up your arm. You watched in stunned silence as the cut closed, the skin knitting itself back together as if it had never been injured.

When she finally pulled away, her glow was brighter, her eyes shining with relief. “There, you’re okay now.”

You stared at your hand, the skin unbroken, not a trace of the cut left behind. “How did you...?” you began, but Firefly interrupted you.

“I can’t let you get hurt”

There was something about the way she said it. She wasn’t just worried about you. She was terrified of losing you.

From that day on, Firefly became even more attached to you. She followed you everywhere, her presence a constant reminder of the bond you shared. She was protective, almost to a fault. If you so much as stubbed your toe, she was there in an instant, her hands on yours, her eyes filled with worry.

One morning, you woke up to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Rubbing your eyes, you stumbled out of bed to find Firefly standing in front of the stove, a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. She was staring intently at the pan, where a misshapen pancake was slowly burning.

“Firefly... what are you doing?” you asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

She turned to you, her expression a mix of determination and confusion. “I wanted to make breakfast for you” she said, “You always take care of me, so I thought... I should take care of you too.”

Your heart melted at her words, and you stepped closer, gently taking the spatula from her hand. “Here, let me show you how it’s done” you said, guiding her through the steps. She watched intently, her glowing eyes focused on your every move. When the pancakes were finally done, she beamed with pride, even though they were slightly lopsided and a little too crispy.

“It’s perfect” you said, taking a bite. And it was—not because of how it tasted, but because of the effort she had put into it.

As the days passed, Firefly began to adapt more and more to human life. She learned how to fold laundry (though her method was... creative), how to sweep the floors (even if she left glowing streaks of light in her wake), and how to water the other plants (though she seemed to have a silent rivalry with them). Every task she mastered was a small victory, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

But it wasn’t just the housework that brought you closer. It was the little moments—the way she’d hum softly as she dusted the shelves, the way she’d curl up next to you on the couch while you watched TV, the way she’d tilt her head in confusion when you explained something she didn’t understand. She was learning, growing, and in the process, she was becoming an irreplaceable part of your life.

One evening, as you were washing dishes, Firefly appeared beside you, drying towel in hand. “Let me help”

You handed her a plate, and for a while, the two of you worked in comfortable silence, the only sound the clinking of dishes and the soft rustle of her glowing leaves.

“You’re getting really good at this.” you said, smiling at her.

She glanced at you, her eyes softening. “I want to be useful to you” she replied. “I want to make you happy.”

As the weeks went by, the bond between you deepened. She would wake you up in the morning with a soft touch, her fingers brushing against your cheek. She’d sit with you while you worked, her head resting on your shoulder as she watched you type away on your laptop. And at night, she’d curl up next to you in bed.

But there were moments when her possessiveness would surface, subtle but unmistakable. If you spent too much time on your phone, she’d gently take it from your hands and set it aside, her eyes pleading. “Pay attention to me” If you mentioned a friend or coworker, her glow would flicker, and she’d cling to you tighter, as if afraid you’d slip away.

Yet, despite her growing obsession, there was no denying the love she had for you. It was in the way she’d carefully prepare your favorite meals, even if they weren’t perfect. It was in the way she’d light up when you praised her.

----

It happened so quickly that you barely had time to react. You were in your living room, sipping tea and flipping through a book, while Firefly hummed softly in the kitchen. The peace of the moment was shattered when the front door burst open, and a group of armed strangers stormed in. Their movements were precise, their faces masked.

You barely had time to stand before one of them lunged at you, a blade glinting in the dim light. Firefly’s scream echoed through the room as she rushed to your side. But before she could reach you, a sharp pain tore through your side, and the world went dark.

When you woke, you were in a sterile, unfamiliar room. The air smelled of antiseptic, and the hum of machines filled the silence. Your body felt heavy, your mind foggy, as if you were floating in and out of consciousness. You tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pushed you back down.

“Don’t move” a familiar voice said. “You’re still healing.”

You turned your head, your vision blurry, and saw the elderly woman from the garden. But she was different now—her kind, knowing eyes replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. She wore a lab coat, and her hands moved with precision as she adjusted the IV drip beside you.

“Who... are you?”

“I’m the one who created Firefly. She was never just a plant. She’s a weapon—a perfect, self-sustaining weapon designed for war. And you... you were never supposed to be part of this.”

Your heart sank as her words sank in. Firefly—your Firefly—was a weapon? The thought was unbearable. You tried to protest, to defend her, but the woman cut you off.

“She’s been reprogrammed” she said coolly. “She’ll obey my orders now. And you... well, you’ll live, but only because she insisted. Consider it a parting gift.”

Over the next few days, you drifted in and out of consciousness, your body slowly healing from the attack. Each time you woke, you caught glimpses of Firefly. She would sit by your bedside, her hand resting on yours, but there was no warmth in her touch, no light in her gaze.

“Firefly...” you whispered one night, your voice weak. “Please... come back to me.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she stood and left the room, her movements stiff and unnatural. You could hear the scientist’s voice in the hallway, giving orders, and Firefly obeyed without question. The sound of her footsteps faded, and you were left alone, your heart aching with a mixture of fear and sorrow.

-----

“You are a weapon, Firefly.” the scientist said, “Your purpose is to obey. Do you understand?”

Firefly’s hands clenched into fists. “I’m not a weapon. I’m... I’m more than that.”

“You were designed for one purpose: to destroy. Your connection to them was an anomaly—a flaw. But I’ve corrected it. Now, you will fulfill your true purpose.”

“I don’t want to” she said, her voice breaking. “Please... don’t make me do this.”

The scientist stepped closer, “You don’t have a choice. You belong to me. And if you refuse...” She paused, “Well, let’s just say your precious human won’t survive the night.”

Firefly’s breath hitched, she looked down at her hands, her mind racing. She couldn’t let anything happen to you. She couldn’t lose you. But the thought of what she was being forced to do—it made her feel sick.

“I’ll obey” she whispered, her voice hollow. “Just... don’t hurt Y/N.”

The battlefield was a nightmare come to life. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning metal. The ground was littered with debris, the remnants of buildings and vehicles scattered like broken toys. The sky was dark, the sun obscured by clouds of ash, and the only light came from the flashes of gunfire and the occasional explosion.

Firefly stood in the midst of the chaos, her movements were mechanical, her body moving on autopilot as she carried out the scientist’s orders. She moved through the battlefield like a shadow, her presence both beautiful and terrifying. On the inside, she was breaking.

Every life she took, every scream she silenced, it tore at her soul. She could feel the energy draining from her victims, their life force fueling her power, but it left her feeling empty, hollow. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be a monster. But she had no choice. The scientist’s words echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of what was at stake.

“If you refuse, they won’t survive.”

As the days turned into weeks, Firefly’s suffering only grew worse. The battlefield became a blur of blood and ash, the faces of her victims haunting her every waking moment. She tried to shut it out, to numb herself to the pain, but it was impossible. Every life she took felt like a piece of her was being ripped away.

One night, after a particularly brutal battle, Firefly collapsed in a secluded corner of the battlefield. Her glow was faint, her body trembling as she curled in on herself. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs muffled by the sound of distant gunfire.

“I can’t do this anymore....I can’t...”

But even as she said the words, she knew she had no choice. The scientist’s threat hung over her like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of what would happen if she refused. She couldn’t let anything happen to you. She couldn’t lose you.

One day, the scientist summoned Firefly to the laboratory. She stood in the center of the room, her hands clasped behind her back.

“You’ve done well” she said, “But there’s one final mission. A high-value target. Eliminate them, and your human will be safe.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then Y/N dies. It’s as simple as that.”

Firefly wanted to scream, to lash out, but she knew it would be pointless. The scientist held all the power, and Firefly was trapped.

But as she turned to leave, something inside her snapped. The thought of being forced to kill again, of being used as a weapon—it was too much. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t.

That night, Firefly returned to the laboratory, her glow brighter than it had been in weeks. The scientist was waiting for her, a smug smile on her lips.

“Ready to complete your mission?”

Firefly didn’t respond. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes blazing with a fierce, almost feral light. The scientist’s smile faltered, her confidence wavering.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m done being your weapon, I’m done obeying your orders.”

The scientist’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. “You can’t—“

But before she could finish, Firefly struck. Her movements were swift and precise, her glow flaring like a supernova. The scientist didn’t stand a chance.

When it was over, Firefly stood in the center of the room, her breath ragged, her hands trembling. The laboratory was silent, the only sound the faint hum of the machines. She looked down at her hands, her glow dimming as the weight of what she’d done settled over her.

But there was no regret. Only relief.

Firefly returned to your side, her glow soft and steady as she helped you recover. She didn’t tell you what she’d done, didn’t explain how she’d freed herself from the scientist’s control. She didn’t need to. You could see it in her eyes, in the way she held you, the way she whispered your name.

When you were finally strong enough to leave, Firefly took you to a new home—a small, secluded house tucked away in the woods. It was peaceful, quiet, a world away from the chaos of the battlefield.

As you settled into your new life, Firefly stayed by your side. She was different now—colder, but still undeniably devoted to you. And though the scars of what she’d been through would never fully heal, she found solace in your love, in the life you were building together.

[spirit-lanterns]

IT'S SHOWTIME!

synopsis: (casino! AU) you're the center of attention for the penacony women.

featuring: black swan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, robin

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, bunny hybrid reader, playboy bunnysuit, se.x work, body shots, alcohol, body worship, ni.pple su.cking, tummy worship, orgy (technically a sixsome), cunnilin.gus, fing.ering, exhibition, slight voyeu.rism, stra.p on, pillow hu.mping (firefly), might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: what does the fox say

“Stop hogging her! I want a taste!”

Sparkle groaned as she tried pushing Acheron off your body, the ranger’s eager tongue still lapping at your breast with devotion similar to worship. Sparkle was getting jealous, both needy and desperate for your attention as she tried to reign the galaxy ranger back for a taste of your sweet, soft, skin. “Acheron, it’s Sparkle’s turn,” Black Swan reminds calmly, delicate fingers wrapping around the neck of the wine bottle, before spilling the crimson liquid down your body for Sparkle to have her fill. 

With one last groan of lust, Acheron hesitantly parted her lips from your nipple and gasped when Sparkle roughly tugged her hair back. The masked fool immediately dived in to suck on your right breast, earning a high-pitched whine from your lips that had all the women groaning. “So…good…” You hear Sparkle mumble breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure while she lapped up any trickles of wine that clung to the sensitive area of your breast. 

With your bunny suit peeled back and the eager slurping sounds of Sparkle sucking on your boobs, you weakly looked up to see Acheron licking her lips and staring down at you with lust, Black Swan sneaking a few sips from the wine bottle, while her multiple hands held you down and massaged your thighs…

…To your left, the ever-so-famous Robin sat desperately on the couch, legs parted with her dress hitched up her thighs, masturbating to the sight of you being devoured by these three beautiful women. To your right, the adorable and sweet Firefly sat nervously with a throw pillow lodged underneath her thighs, weakly humping the lucky pillow to the sounds of your moans and having come a few times due to her relentless riding.

Five women. Five women in total were in the casino with you tonight. You’ve had more women before, but this was the first time Black Swan, Acheron, Sparkle, Firefly and Robin were in the casino with you tonight, and only them. It seemed that the other usual patrons were too busy to visit Penacony tonight, but nevertheless, these five women were more than enough to spoil you like the perfect bunny that you were. 

As Sparkle continued puckering her lips around your nipples, Black Swan used one of her crystal-like hands to wag a finger over for Robin. “Robin, why don’t you come over here and try the wine on her tummy. It’s quite soft and I think you’ve deserved it.” Black Swan chuckles before pouring some more wine down the stomach, the warm liquid sliding down your cute tummy and making you gasp in sensitivity. 

With a wag of your little cotton tail, Acheron groaned and couldn’t control herself, leaning in to try and lick the alcohol up for herself before being roughly stopped by one of Black Swan’s crystal hands. 

“It’s Robin’s turn, dear.” She reminds, keeping Acheron from devouring you whole while Robin eagerly scampers to your side, leaning down to trace her tongue over your stomach. 

“Mmmpf…” the enchanting singer lost herself in the taste of you as she worked with Sparkle to worship your beautiful body with their lips. Poor Acheron was still left being held back by Black Swan’s arms, and Firefly was still waiting for her turn patiently like the good girl that she was. After all, she did lose the gamble first, at least she was patient enough to wait for her turn… (unlike Acheron)

“Acheron, dear…” Black Swan hummed, planting a small kiss to your left bunny ear and playing with your cottontail with her free hand, “Why don’t you go grab a strap on that we packed? The eight-inch one, thank you.” 

She smirked before planting small kisses to your rabbit ears affectionately, making you arch your back and shove more of yourself against Sparkle and Robin’s eager mouths. As Acheron reluctantly left your side to search through the assortment of sex toys that the women had packed for you, Black Swan glanced over at Firefly and chuckled. “Firefly, come over here, I have quite the surprise for you.”

Firefly’s eyes lit up and she paused her ministrations of humping the small throw pillow. Carefully, she crawled closer to you when Black Swan suddenly peeled the rest of your bunny suit down, revealing your sopping wet pussy. Upon your slick folds being exposed into view, Sparkle groaned before trying to make her way down, practically drooling at the sight before being tugged away by Black Swan. 

“No need to be greedy, you already have the bunny’s breasts to yourself.” Black Swan reprimands, causing Sparkle to grumble in frustration. She glares up at the memokeeper before going back to her designated area. Robin, too busy with worshiping your cute stomach, didn’t pay any mind to you pussy as she was too grateful for being in the mere presence of you alone. You were the casino’s Golden Bunny for a reason, so to have your body all to themselves was something only simple patrons at the casino could ever dream of. You were theirs, and only theirs…

Once Acheron came back with a dildo and harness in hand, Black Swan grinned before snatching the two toys into her crystal hands, handing them to the nervously anticipating Firefly.

“Wha—” Acheron and Sparkle both gasped when they saw that the sweet girl; Firefly, would be the one rawdogging you with the strap. Robin smiled softly at Firefly’s expression of surprise, and the poor girl was left stammering up an excuse when presented with the eight-inch toy.

“Ah— wait! This is for me?” Firefly nervously glanced down at the toy and harness in her hands, then at you, then at your gaping wet pussy that begged for some attention. She gulped as she couldn’t deny how turned on she was, wanting to see your cute nose twitch with pleasure all the while she made you feel good with her body…

“Hold up! Firefly is using the strap?” Sparkle’s expression instantly turned to an irritated one as she let go of your left nipple with a ‘pop!’ “That’s not fair! She lost the gamble! If anything, either you or me should be the one fucking our bunny…”

Loudly voicing her opinions, Sparkle was briefly shushed by Robin who pulled her aside. “We’ll all get a turn with the strap. Our bunny loves it when we take turns…no need to be so loud.”

Robin pouts and reaches up to pet your ears, trying to comfort them as she knew they were more sensitive to noise. Sparkle shrunk down sheepishly, before both women apologized for bickering in front of you. 

“What cute darlings you are…” Black Swan chuckled, gently parting your legs with her crystal hands and tracing the outline of your folds before looking up at Acheron. “That being said, Acheron. Why don’t you get our bunny nice and wet so Miss Firefly can have an easier time fitting inside her.” 

Firefly gulped and sat off to the side, trying to figure out how to put on the harness in the first place. While that was all happening, Acheron eagerly got on her knees in front of you, using her hands to spread your legs further apart so that she could have easier access to your hole. With Sparkle and Robin sitting off to the side and watching the whole ordeal, Acheron quickly started stroking her thick tongue against your puffy folds. Already stimulated from all the tongue action you received moments prior, you were already bucking your hips wildly, needing to be restrained by Black Swan, Sparkle, and Robin all at the same time.

“Such a needy bunny…” Black Swan coos.

“Her tail is wagging so much…” Robin sighs blissfully.

“I’m next with the strap, okay?” Sparkle huffs quite madly.

“Uhhh guys, I think I need some help.” Firefly whimpers, still trying to figure out how to attach the harness to the base of the dildo while Acheron eats you out. 

“Sparkle, go help Firefly.” Black Swan commands, ordering her to help figure out the strap on since Firefly had never worn one before. As Sparkle reluctantly crawled over to help the poor girl, you were busy writhing under Acheron’s strong grip, her tongue proving too thick and too tough for you to handle as she sank the tip of her muscle in and out of your folds. Desperate and horny noises left Acheron’s mouth as she became addicted to your taste, messy juices and stains of slick coating her lower face like a starved woman finally having her first meal. 

Pussydrunk that she was, Acheron just couldn’t get enough of you. She was breathing so heavily, so carnally. She couldn’t even register the fact that Black Swan had nudged her head away again, her fingers prodding closer to your pussy and gently fingering you to see how tight you were.

“Ah…she’s still quite tight,” Black Swan breathes out shallowly, yet smiling at the way her fingers manage to squeeze in, “But so wet. Our bunny is practically in heat thanks to us…”

All eyes locked on you, you whimpered when Black Swan gestured for Firefly to walk over in front of you. Now complete with an eight-inch strap tied to her waist, Firefly whimpered and reluctantly positioned herself in front of you. 

“Are…Are you sure I should be the one to do this? I don’t want to hurt our bunny by going too rough…” Firefly looked down at you and frowned, gently petting your head and caressing your face.

“Pfft, as if a sweet thing like you could ever go rough.”

“Sparkle!”

Robin lightly smacked Sparkle’s thigh and the two were quickly hushed by Acheron. Positioned behind Firefly, Acheron slowly slid her hands around Firefly’s waist to help her angle her cock properly. “If you are unsure, I can help guide you at a beginner’s pace until you get the hang of it.”

“That…That would be nice, thanks Acheron.” Firefly gulped and looked down at you with love in her eyes. She was so smitten at the way you were sprawled out in front of her, her own pussy twitching with need to see you moaning and clenching down on her cock like the cute little bunny that you were. 

“Hurry up, I want to see this bunny bounce on my cock next.” Sparkle reminds, clearly impatient with the pace they were going at. 

“Er…just take your time, Firefly. The casino is open all night. I’m sure all of us will get a turn!” Robin assures. 

“Indeed, Acheron and I have packed quite a few toys for tonight. Some of them shipped from Kafka and Asta actually…” Black Swan chuckles and uses her fingers to spread your pussy lips wider just for Firefly. “Just take your time, I’m sure our bunny loves it when we do that, don’t you girl?”

All five women look down at you with lust present in their gaze. You were used to this, of course you were. This was your job as the Golden Bunny of the casino, yet you’d be lying if you say you didn’t  get butterflies from the beautiful women you called your “VIP patrons.”

Taking a deep breath, Firefly slowly moved to push her strap in, hips involuntarily bucking up to meet her engorging length, as you figured this would definitely be a long, yet enjoyable night with your loyal and devoted patrons. 

“Oh, if only the other women could see you now, pretty bunny…” Black Swan murmurs, soothingly stroking your hair as Firefly sloppily thrusted into you with the help of Acheron from behind. “It’s a shame not a lot of them could make it. They’d all enjoy the show you are putting up for us, hmmm?” 

Suddenly, as if on cue, Black Swan’s phone rang and she used one of her crystal hands to fetch it out of her bag. While Firefly continued to fuck you on her cock, Black Swan answered the phone while still prying you open on her fingers.

“Black Swan speaking,” she answered quietly, not really caring for the fact she was in the middle of a big orgy. “Oh? Is that so?”

As soon as the conversation started, it ended. With Black Swan laying her phone on the table and smirking down at you with lustful eyes. “That was your Boss, little bunny,” she says with tease in her tone. 

“It seems that a few other women had managed to come after all.”

[marali-iin]

Firefly would not be exactly a physical touch person. She'd get startled when you hug her suddenly from behind, but she could get used to it

Firefly would love to go eat chocolate cake with you, everyday. She just can't get tired of the taste of it and having it with you makes it more special

Firefly would give her lover chocolate boxes for valentine's day or their birthday. But would steal some as soon as they open it

Firefly would plan dates at her secret spot during the golden hour. Enjoying the dream she's finally living

Firefly would love to take selfies with you. Even if she's not a photogenic person she wants to have a memory of all those special times

Firefly would be so confused if she gets asked to turn into Sam just for fun, isn't it supposed to be scary?

Firefly would happily go to Robin's concerts with you. She's not jealous at all, after all she loves Robin's songs too!

Firefly would stop to pet stray dogs and cats she finds on the street. What do you mean they could have diseases? It's just a cute puppy!

Firefly would always get the window seat. It doesn't matter if it's a car, a train or a plane. Sorry but the window seat is hers and she's going to enjoy the sight

Firefly would joke of Kafka being her mother. Doesn't matter if technically Kafka's younger

Firefly would take you on a shopping spree. Clothes, make up, candies, plushies. She enjoys seeing objects that remind her of you and the people she knows

Firefly would be constantly fearing to lose you too. Maybe you'll get bored one day, and that scares her

Luckily you'll never do that. Right?

[squiddy-god]

Who do you think in her loves open-mouth kisses and who loves closed-mouth kisses?

I haven't played the new stuff so ill wait to do that lol. Very clear favoritism and making sundays semi longer than the rest just for you 

Cw : almost all of the characters, none of the super new ones because i know nothing about them loli. Cute, fluffy, KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE-

Open mouth kisses 

Jing yuan likes open mouth kisses, slow lazy morning kisses, kisses shared as he tends to his garden- afterall you are not school children. It's fun to tease him with little pecks and keeping your mouth closed even as he tries to squish your cheeks into compliance 

Jiaoqiu likes open kisses, i firmly believe that it is a foxian trait to want to just either lovingly bite or lovingly try and lick the inside of your mouth so open mouth kisses are commonplace 

Speaking of foxians this goes the same for feixiao! I think she'd be the type to run up, grab your face and kiss you silly…hehe feixiao working out and when she completes pushups, sit ups, pull ups, crunches etc she gets a kiss. Great motivation. 

Another one- tingyun likes open mouth playful kisses. The way she frames it is like she's somehow tricking you into giving her a kiss, her tail swishing back and forth 

Yukong open mouth kisses where you share a nice morning tea before you are both off to work. There is also the times when you decide to be sweet, bring her a lunch she forgot and leaving her with a sweet kiss, very domestic (i love her your honor)

Argenti likes open mouth kisses because of romance. Loves sweeping you up into his arms to kiss you with passion befitting the beauty he sees and feels when near you. However there is a good contender to closed mouth kisses because of the kisses he places on your hands 

IL dan heng. Something something dragon, something something but for real there is something about his vidyadhara form and the residual energy of his past incarnation makes him feel more possessive and also more territorial. So open mouth kisses it is for him in this form 

Serval likes open mouth kisses idk i feel it in my bones 

Kafka is another one whos all fore the open mouth kisses but she will tease you about it 

Jade also likes them, they feel more mature in a way and it just fits more with her vibe 

Lingsha is another vidyidhara who i think has some innate desire to stake a little claim over you with slightly smothering you in sweet open mouth kisses 

Herta if she has time for it has a preference for open mouth kisses 

Sparkle has a preference for open mouth kisses ina playful way

Blackswan likes to take things slow and remember each kiss 

Himeko loves open mouth kisses but they often have the aftertaste of her coffee so she has accidentally ruined your taste buds because she's pavlov dogged you

Dr ratio likes open mouth kisses either to shut you up- hehe or because despite common consensus he is a deeply passionate man when it comes to his pursuit of knowledge and yes- his pursuit of you.

Closed mouth kisses

Sanpo likes closed mouth kisses because they are quick payment and because he can tease you. Oh you need to leave to go somewhere? So sorry that will cost 5 smoocharos plus tax 

Boothill likes closed mouth kisses because you can pepper his face with them all over and he loves that sweet sweet domestic bliss of being held and smooched (he bites tho be warned) 

Rappa likes closed mouth kisses but they are no less explosive! Theta re better for leaving special ninja seals on you tho (kiss marks) 

Hanya likes sweet kisses in passing 

Sushang lowkey shy kisses 

Same with peela 

Firefly loves kisses of all kinds but is pretty shy to make a first move so it often ends in a cute peck on the cheek or lips if she builds up the courage 

Ruan mei is quite busy and there is a part of her that does not know how to feel about the fuzzy feeling in her chest when you exchange kisses and affection. So for now she will prefer closed mouth kisses 

Sunday (i know this is who you are looking for teehee) now before joining up with the astral express i think the preference is out of a sense of propriety, the chaste kisses he shares with you are always longer than strictly necessary because they bite back a longing for more. Yet even after he grows bolder, joins the crew and is more healthy, he continues the sweet kisses. Except now they last longer, sweetened by soft words and smiles. When he pulls back and gazes down at you he goes back in for another kiss. What was once strained restraint he felt stifled him, has turned into a sweet indulgence, a moment that feels tender not tense. 

Robin also prefers closed mouth kisses. She likes kissing the tip of your nose and both cheeks before she leaves. 

Acheron kisses you a lot because she forgets if he has kissed you that day. 

Aventurine prefers closed mouth kisses because they feel more special. Just the two of you able to share a sweet moment that is exactly that, just a sweet moment. Being able to pull you into a small kiss, pressing his lips against your cheek is definitely a highlight. 

Jingliu closed mouth kiss enjoyer because the mara™  flares up if she kisses you too long 

Blade for similar ish reasons except he doesn't stop if the mara ™ gets crazy (wink wink) I think blade like when you kiss his fingers, he's lost a lot of feeling in them, they don't work like they used to and yet you still love them the same as the rest of him. 

Fu Xuan and I have no reason for this other than as a time saver. She isn't the lazy general, ok she has things to do. 

Loucha who kisses the inside of your wrists and the junction where your jaw meets your neck. Who kisses the top of your head sweetly when gifting you paper flowers 

Topaz who includes you in the kisses when she kisses all of her pets + you. All of you get a lil kiss

Seele and i have no thoughts other then bronya too

Silver wolf because shes is busy being a pro gamer ™ 

Galager but it's those really exaggerated sloppy smooches that go mmmwah

Xueyi i really have nothing to say 

Guinaifen she's shy ok 

Luka. idk i just see him wanting to ask for a kiss after winning a match but being to shy to actually ask so he just stands there with puppy eyes 

Asta 

Arlan 

March 7th and she always snaps a cute picture of it 

Regular dan heng because he is much more reserved and so even in private he prefers those sweet pecks and closed mouth kisses 

Gepard and hes lowkey similar to luka where he wants to ask for a kiss but cant bring himself to 

Welt! Mr yang would like a sweet kiss please and thank you. 

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~Honkai: Star Rail Women and How they Hug You~

Characters: Kafka  |  Black Swan  |  Acheron |  Firefly  |  Robin |  Himeko  

Warnings: None, SFW.

Kafka is always hot. In every sense of the word. 

Even in the heart of winter, she is a source of endless heat when you join her on the couch after missions. With her mauve hair loose, she is the personification of temptation as she languidly motions for you to come closer. Once you’re within reach, her fingers slide like liquid over your nape, pull you flush against her, with your head resting on either her shoulder or her generous chest. 

She loves to talk low in your ear while she holds you like this, fingernails gently scratching at the base of your neck. Sometimes, she shares details about her missions. If she’s in a naughtier mood, however, expect the kinkiest things to fill your ears, until you’re blazing red. 

Black Swan feels like a cool spring. A calm oasis for you to rest in, for however long you wish. 

All you have to do is speak her name into the aether, and she will come to you, as soon as she is able. Be it after nightmares or long days, you always smile when you feel your bed dip with a familiar weight. Her graceful arms encircle your neck, guiding you onto her chest. If you’ve closed your eyes, overcome by the bliss, before you see her amused smile, then you will feel it on your skin when she kisses you. 

Hugging her is heavenly. Like you’re enveloped in a cloud. Soft, fresh, plush in all the right places. And as soon as she asks you how her ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ is faring, if you missed her, that is when you utterly melt.      

Acheron is steady and so very safe. 

It’s like nothing in the world can touch you while you’re with her. She’s not one to initiate long embraces first, hesitant due to her powers, but if the two of you are alone she will often cast you a longing look that speaks volumes of how badly she wants to be close to you. One she hopes you don’t catch, even though you always do.  

When she hugs you, her strong arms wrap around you like you are the most precious thing in the world. She likes to tuck her chin onto your shoulder, sometimes turn into your neck, breathing you in. Her body is firm from years of combat, but her skin is so soft to the touch. The corner of her lip always tugs upwards in amusement when you caress her abs (which is every chance you get).

Firefly is an absolute sweetheart. 

Do you want to hold her? She will stop whatever she is doing and immediately come over to you. More often than not, she ends up curled into your lap with her arms around your shoulders. Adores nuzzling into your neck and pressing her cheek against yours like a little kitten. If you kiss her jaw or temple, she will melt in your arms. 

Very sensitive. If your lips caress her neck, best believe she will make a sound and immediately turn tomato-red. No matter how long you’ve been together, flirting in this position will result in her cheeks growing hot. Which only makes you want to tease her that much more. 

Robin is always a delight to hug. Cosy and sweet and soft. 

She absolutely flushes at the smallest hint of PDA if other people are around, but she will not deny you ever. Behind closed doors is a different story though. The girl will come over to you and wrap her arms around you from behind, silently asking to be held because she’s often too shy to say it. If you toy with her hair, massage her back or nuzzle into her wings, she will shiver against you. 

Likes to trace small shapes on your skin with her fingertips when you’re cuddling. Will die inside and go to heaven if you do it to her first. If you simply lay together, relaxing, she may start humming a tune by your ear in her angelic voice. A privilege reserved for her one and only <3

Himeko is soothing in every way. The way she smells, the way she touches you, the way she makes you feel. 

She is gentle like the warmth of a fireplace after a long trudge through snow and she never gets tired of holding you. You don’t even have to ask. One look and she will know to come over and embrace you. If other members of your team are around, she establishes small points of contact, like an arm around your waist or a hand at the small of your back. Until you are alone, where she will fully guide you into her arms. 

Loves to gently massage your back or run her thumb in small circles between your shoulderblades. Always exhales a soft chuckle if you kiss her collarbone and tell her how good she feels. You are so comfortable when you sleep against her perfect body that you have trouble sleeping without. Not that she minds this one bit.     

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"Without a trace."

• Firefly , Aventurine , Misha , Robin

A/N: Felt quirky soo... reader dying alone arc

Warnings: reader actually dying like fr and angst ?? idk.. also ooc or something... i'll just put it in case

Well..! So you were caught by death at an unexpected moment, but..

Not a single person in Penacony knew you were gone?

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Your body feeling heavy and your vision becoming blurry, you held tightly onto the last string of consciousness you had left, thinking about the person you cared the most..

Firefly had offered to take you around the plaza to play different games, try different pastries, watch the beautiful scenery from her secret hideout until by each other's side like a little 'date'..

Oh, how she eagerly waits for you as people come and go by her with the happy feelings she hopes to share with you, not even knowing you're gone.

Adventurine had made a bet with you, and the loser of the game has to take the other to an expensive, and luxurious restaurant. He joked that it would be a romantic moment between the two of you and watched as you brushed him off and accepted the deal.

Oh, how disappointed he felt when he never received a single message, thinking that you had backed out without telling him as he walked away from your meeting spot, unaware that you're even gone.

Misha had accepted your offer of helping around the Reverie out of sympathy, you watched as his expression turned from a confused to a happy, and appreciative one. He felt grateful that you would keep him company and have time to catch up.

Oh, how deeply sad he felt as he never saw you walk through the hotel entrance, thinking you had abandoned your promise. He'd overthink that you were gone.

Robin had given you a free ticket to her next concert, giving you a sweet smile and telling you to keep it a secret from her fans, to which you gave into and accepted the invitation. She gave you a hug before parting ways to get ready and make herself presentable mostly for you.

Oh, how hurt she felt when she was unable to find you within the crowd, quickly scurrying down after her performance to ask her fans, her staff members, and even her brother for your whereabouts. How heartbroken she'd be to find out you were gone.

And oh, how you wished that you could have seen them for one last time with tears in your eyes, as you apologize that you two may not meet ever again.

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Literally chilling in my chair w food and water casually writing random angst I thought would be cool rn