#Yandere Dan Heng x Reader
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lavandulawrites · 3 months ago
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Plssss can we have more yandere HSR memes!! they're so funny!
Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 3
Ofc you can!!<3 I’m glad you guys find them funny╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Yandere HSR Men Memes part 1
Yandere HSR Men Memes part 2
Yandere Genshin Men Memes
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(some of these might not seem too yandere, but people seem to forget that yandere means lovesick aka someone who is SICK WITH LOVE)
Do not copy my ideas. Thank you
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azen13 · 5 months ago
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I loved your recent Dan Heng posting so so much!!! I’m not the original requester however
Reading it made my mind wander into how Dan Heng would react to a darling who is just so smitten with him (even his more awkward habits) that they recognize his yandere behavior and tease him about it while also kind of playing into it?
My mind keeps running through ideas of a darling that shows up to hang out with him all the time and is just over the moon when he hovers around them in a possessive manner…
Plus I think darling might also be just a teeny tiny bit obsessed with Dan Heng as well (I know I am 🤭)
I’m cutting my ramblings off here because I could go on all day about the ideas this glorious man springs into my brain but I don’t wanna subject you to them all hehe
— Dan Heng Anon
CW: Yandere Themes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling, Sleeping Together, Kissing
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Anon, I genuinely love this idea so much! I can definitely see the vibe. As I said in my other post about Dan Heng, I think he's relatively subtle in terms of how he expresses his possessive tendencies: a hand on your shoulder; a command clothed as a suggestion; a redirection of your attention back on him.
But when you start feeding into his behavior?
The first thing that happens to him is that he practically short-circuits. You show up to his room one night, pillow and blanket in hand, face dim with fatigue but eyes shining with mischief. Your room is too warm, you complain. He hasn't even processed what you've said before you slip through the doorway and plop your bedding near his, fluffing up your pillow and arranging your space how you like it.
You fall asleep almost instantly; the next morning, you proclaim you slept better on the hard flooring of Dan Heng's room than any night in your soft bed.
Dan Heng stays up the whole night, studying your face like an astronomer, trying to understand the way you seem to orbit around him. Maybe the forces of attraction have finally gone in his favor, drawing you close to him.
As the days pass, he begins to reciprocate your signals. When the Astral Express splits up on missions, he ensures you're always with him, regardless of how March and the Trailblazer pout. He'll send them a flat, unimpressed stare, your hand and his tightly intertwined. Himeko and Welt notice, but don't say anything. They underestimate Dan Heng's love, the true gravity of the situation is much stronger than they perceive it to be.
In public, Dan Heng manages to keep it together, though you make it difficult with how you cling to his side. He can't help but want to be protective of you when there are strangers sidling next to you. Any chance he can get, he makes sure he's walking closer to the center of the road.
In the privacy of his room, though, he becomes much more clingy. Night after night you arrive at his door and make yourself at home on the floor, and each night, you sleep a little closer to him. Soon enough, your hand is squeezing him as you dream; then his arm is looped around your shoulder; two pairs of legs tangled together beneath mismatched bedsheets; his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the faintest traces of perfume.
Then you don't show up one night.
Dan Heng spends hours waiting. He's normally not very fidgety, but tonight his foot taps a frantic tempo against the floor, eyes glued to the door.
Eventually, he gets up and heads to your room. The lights are dim, but he can see a sly smile playing on your lips like Cupid readying another arrow to fire at his heart. You've done it on purpose, and it both amuses and annoys him.
With a huff, he walks over to your bed and hoists you up into his arms. You make no move to get out of his grip, eyes sparkling playfully; you're just as entranced with him as he is with you, two stars orbiting each other.
Unceremoniously, he plops you down on his makeshift bed in the data bank, settling beside you. His arms loop around your torso, pulling you close. "I don't appreciate your prank," he grumbles.
You can't help but laugh. "I'm sure you don't." It's amusing to see Dan Heng pouting. His expression is relatively neutral, but you can see sulkiness in his eyes, feel how he squeezes you a little tighter than most nights.
"I want you to stay with me."
You smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I will."
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taintedbenevolence · 1 year ago
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"𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊." — YANDERE DAN HENG · IMBIBITOR LUNAE x FEMALE READER
𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 — nsfw, short prompt ��𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — Not proofread! Use of profanities, non-consensual display of affection, obsessive & possessive behavior, (brief insinuations/mentions of) breeding kink. Dan Heng bites and marks reader. notation: any character participants are aged 18 and up. just for the record. I don't write sexual content for minors. please know that.
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"I warned you," he huffed with mild irritation, as he thrusted himself inside of you for what seemed to be another, countless time. "Don't test me."
It was a bad enough idea when you had decided to argue, telling him that you'd find a way out, pointing out all the individual flaws of the manner in which he kept you trapped.
You'd begun to find solutions to your inescapable cage with this man, and it filled him with indignation, because he was entirely enraptured by you, and he refused to let you go. The very thought of you escaping was something he couldn't stand.
Being all alone was the last thing he needed. Break his arms and legs, but he'll cling to you like there's no one else he loves more and needs.
But seeing as how you'd decided to try and make an attempt to escape, he had zero intent to let you go now, more than ever. He pondered on just what he'd do to finally ingrain in your head somewhere that you were not going to be leaving – not anytime soon, nor any time later.
He was fine doing anything and everything to keep you by his side.
He'd pump you full of his seed, fill you up with his cum day and night, if it'd remind you that you had no one and no place to go but him and only him, that you were meant to stay with him forever. You would be his and his alone. Right?
He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking you away from him. With all that he's gone through, he at the very least deserves this. Wouldn't you agree?
Even so, you'd grown accustomed to the feel of your wrists bound by chains and cuffs above your head, your ankles tied down similarly whilst his tail coils around your waist, holding you down in place as he pushes in and out of you.
All nice and tied up, open and ready to take whatever was going to ruin you tonight. Would it be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock this time?
It was a chilling feeling that never failed to scare you—the feeling of helplessness that the Vidyadhara always managed to incite within you. It terrified you—to be taken advantage of in such way without being able to do anything about it.
Whether his carnal instincts were led by his previous incarnation or not, you had not the slightest idea, and frankly, you didn't really want to know either. 
All you could do was stay down while he fucked your brains out. ... You should probably watch your mouth the next time you're mad.
He drinks up your mewls, your abused, puffy hole unable to handle any more, but he licks your tears away, seemingly uncaring about how you beg him to stop. In his eyes, this is a punishment. If you keep acting like this, he really won't be able to be as kind as he wishes to be.
He doesn't mean to hurt you, and if you'd let him, oh how he'd worship your body without leaving a single mark, but he can't help himself if you keep behaving yourself like a brat. Please, can't you comply at the very least once? Would it kill you to show some acceptance for him?
Maybe.
And with how many times he has cum inside you, it upsets him that you really can't be impregnated by him. It'd delight him to see your belly swollen with his baby, but alas, it's only a fantasy.
A fantasy that he can't help but try to indulge in every time he fucks you raw.
Perhaps it's a little wrong of him to enjoy how much you cry whenever he does this to you. Just maybe. Maybe. Your cheeks all red, stained with tears, pretty puffed lips all swollen because of his rough, frequent kisses — it makes his heart swell.
He loves it. He loves you.
His face is nuzzled up in the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin, leaving numerous red marks that most likely will stay for a long time, if not forever, his mouth moving to leave more bruises upon your skin to claim you as his own.
"Dan Heng—" You manage to moan, almost choking on your tears, feeling him push in and out with a rapidity you cannot measure. "'ts too much, 'm cumming, please, a-ah—!"
It's all too much. It hurts too much. You feel too much. Too much pain, too much pleasure, it's all mixing up and your brain by now has been reduced to mush, your words a babbling mess as you whine, whine, and whine, to a point where you don't know how you have not lost your voice.
"Mine, mine, mine, please, s' good," you hear him murmur incoherently to you, the only sound left in the area being the wet squelch, the slapping sounds of skin against skin, your unstable cries, and your sobbing along with his sweet moans as he makes love to you. "P-please, don't leave, mgh-"
Any trace of his gentle demeanor was thrown away from the moment he had you pressed on the mattress. There was only a burning need left in him.
A need only you could satiate. An obsession that would never end.
And for what he's done to you, he knows you harbor hate, but he knows it makes you feel good, so why play pretend? ♡
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A / N - It's a little shorter than usual, sorry </3 Writer's block has been absolutely demolishing me, but I'm hanging in there, I've got a few requests which I'm almost done with rn.. Sorry for the inactivity, I'll be hopefully posting more often if I'm not too burnt-out. Getting this one out so I can finally publish the Neuvi request..
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vortexbloom · 3 days ago
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Can I request some dialogue heavy scenarios where the HSR men, Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, and Moze are in a relationship with a Neko reader and how they react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked.
Sure :)
I decided to make a Aventurine one too btw.
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How the‘d react, if they‘d see their Neko Lover jump up like an actual cat when they’re spooked (Seperate OneShots)
Pairing: Jing Yuan / Blade / Dan Heng / Boothill / Sunday / Jiaoqiu / Moze / Aventurine x Neko Reader
Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)
Warnings: Some parts may be similar
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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.
I do NOT own any Characters !
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⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The warm glow of lanterns bathed Jing Yuan’s study in a soft light, casting elongated shadows across the neatly arranged scrolls. It was a quiet evening, the kind he treasured, especially when you were here, curled up beside him, tail lazily flicking as you read through one of his many books.
Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, golden eyes half lidded with drowsy contentment. He had been watching you for some time now, admiring the way your ears twitched slightly when you were deep in thought. It was a small, endearing habit, one of the many he had come to cherish.
The peace, however, did not last.
A sudden crash echoed through the room as the wind managed to drop a tray, the clattering sound cutting through the silence like a blade.
Your reaction was instant.
Ears flattening, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight into the air, your body moving with feline agility as you landed on the desk with a soft thud, wide eyed and claws lightly extended. A scroll rolled off the surface, and Jing Yuan barely had the presence of mind to catch his teacup before it tipped over.
Silence.
Then, a deep chuckle.
Jing Yuan pressed a hand to his lips, his broad shoulders shaking as he struggled to contain his amusement. His golden eyes gleamed with mirth as he regarded you, still perched atop the desk.
"My dear," he drawled, voice laced with humor. "I never realized you had such…remarkable reflexes."
You shot him a glare, ears twitching in embarrassment. "That wasn’t funny," you huffed, crossing your arms.
That only made his smirk grow.
"On the contrary, I found it quite delightful." He reached out, fingers brushing over your ears with a gentle touch, smoothing them down as if to soothe your ruffled pride. His gaze softened, though the amusement never quite left his expression. "Though I do apologize if I annoyed too much."
You huffed again but didn’t pull away when his hand slid down to scratch at the base of your ears. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted, replaced by a quiet purr that you refused to acknowledge.
Jing Yuan’s grin widened. "Ah, so I am forgiven?"
You flicked your tail in response, before muttering, "Only if you don’t tease me about this forever."
The General chuckled, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. "I make no promises."
You just rolled your eyes.
With a swift motion, he tugged you forward, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. A surprised squeak left your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head with a satisfied sigh.
"Now, stay here and let me enjoy this warmth a little longer."
You grumbled, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear was a difficult comfort to resist. So, despite your embarrassment, you let yourself relax in his embrace, tail curling around his wrist as his fingers continued their lazy strokes through your hair.
Jing Yuan merely smiled, content.
This, he decided, was far better than any paperwork.
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⋆˚࿔ ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The silence in the room was comfortable, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric as Blade shifted in his seat. He wasn’t one for idle chatter, and you had long since grown used to his quiet nature. It didn’t bother you. If anything, you found a strange sense of peace in his presence, knowing that despite his distant demeanor, he always kept an eye on you.
Curled up on the couch, your tail lazily flicked behind you as you read, the dim glow of the lamp casting soft shadows along the walls. Blade sat nearby, sharpening his sword with slow, methodical movements, his eyes flickering to you every so often.
And then—
BANG!
The sound of something heavy falling outside the room shattered the tranquility. Instinct took over before your mind could catch up, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and in one swift motion, you leapt straight into the air.
Blade barely had time to react before you landed with perfect feline agility, on top of the bookshelf.
Silence.
He blinked.
Then, without a word, he set his weapon aside and leaned back against his seat, tilting his head slightly as a quiet huff of amusement left his lips.
"…Hmm."
That was it. No teasing remark, no laughter, just that small, almost imperceptible sound of amusement. But you knew him well enough to recognize it.
Your ears twitched. "Don’t say it."
He exhaled through his nose, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Say what?"
You narrowed your eyes. His were unreadable, as always, but there was something behind them? a flicker of entertainment that he was clearly holding back.
Slowly, deliberately, Blade stood up. You tensed, watching as he moved to stand directly in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sharp, calculating. Then, in one fluid motion, he reached up, his strong hands effortlessly wrapping around your waist.
Before you could protest, he lifted you off the shelf with ease.
"You land well," he mused, setting you down in front of him. His hands didn’t immediately let go, lingering at your waist as his thumb brushed against your side. "Jump high, too."
Your tail flicked, your ears still slightly flattened. "Blade."
His lips twitched, just barely. Then, as if the moment had already passed, he released you, stepping back as he picked up his sword once more.
"Next time, land somewhere I can reach you faster."
You stared at him. "Was that…concern?"
He didn’t answer, but the way his fingers tightened briefly around the hilt of his sword told you everything you needed to know.
And despite your lingering embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile.
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⋆˚࿔ 𝒟𝒶𝓃 ℋℯ𝓃ℊ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The Astral Express was unusually quiet that evening. Most of the crew had retired to their rooms, leaving only the soft hum of the train’s engine and the occasional flicker of passing stars through the windows. You sat comfortably on the couch in the archive room, tail lazily flicking as you drank some tea. Across from you, Dan Heng sat with his own reading material, his gaze focused, his expression as unreadable as ever.
This was routine. A quiet evening together, surrounded by books and tea, with the gentle presence of each other’s company. You liked it this way.
Until—
CLANK.
The sudden noise from the hallway shattered the silence. Something heavy had fallen, perhaps March had dropped her camera again, or Caelus had knocked over something. Either way, the sound was unexpected.
Your body reacted before your mind did. Instinctively, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and with an alarmed yelp, you leapt straight up into the air.
Straight onto the shelf.
Silence.
Dan Heng’s book remained open in his hands, but his eyes had drifted upward, following your movement. You clung to the top of the shelf, wide eyed, tail still puffed up in fright. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then, with a barely perceptible sigh, Dan Heng closed his book.
"I see your reflexes are…impressive."
Your ears twitched, heat creeping up your face. "Don’t say anything."
He tilted his head slightly, expression calm but unreadable. "I didn’t."
You scowled, shifting slightly but realizing with mild horror that getting down was trickier than expected. The shelf was taller than you thought, and your balance was precarious. You hesitated.
Dan Heng noticed.
Without a word, he stood up and walked over, stopping just below you. He extended his arms, gaze steady. "Come down."
You blinked. "I can do it myself."
A pause. Then, his tone softened, just barely. "You’ll land better if I catch you."
You hesitated again, but there was no teasing in his voice, no amusement at your predicament, just quiet patience. Huffing softly, you relented, letting yourself lean forward until gravity took over.
Dan Heng caught you effortlessly, his grip firm yet careful as he steadied you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, his warmth familiar. For a moment, neither of you moved.
Then, he finally spoke again.
"Next time, stay close to me. That way, you won’t have to jump at all."
Your ears twitched, tail flicking against his arm. You mumbled something about not being that easily startled, but the way Dan Heng’s arms lingered just a second longer than necessary told you he wasn’t entirely convinced.
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⋆˚࿔ ℬℴℴ����𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The dusty air of Penacony’s lower districts buzzed with distant chatter, neon signs flickering in the twilight. Boothill leaned back in his chair, boots propped up on the table, hat pulled low over his face. A slow evening, just how he liked it.
You, on the other hand, were perched on the armrest beside him, tail lazily flicking as you toyed with the rim of his hat. "You always this relaxed, cowboy?" you teased, ears twitching as you watched him.
Boothill let out a slow chuckle, tilting his head just enough to glance at you. "Ain’t no rush, sugar. If trouble comes, I’ll handle it before you even blink."
As if the universe itself wanted to test that claim, a loud crash echoed from the alleyway behind you. Something, someone, had knocked over a stack of crates. The sudden noise sent your instincts into overdrive.
Ears flattening, tail puffing up, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight up and landing perfectly on one of the wooden beams above. Claws lightly digging into the wood, you clung there, wide eyed, heart pounding.
Silence.
Boothill stayed completely still for a beat. Then, slowly, he lowered his boots from the table, his hand coming up to tip his hat back as he looked up at you. His eyes gleamed under the neon glow, amusement curling at the edges of his smirk.
"Well, ain’t that somethin’."
You groaned. "Don’t."
He chuckled, rolling his shoulders before standing. "Darlin’, you got reflexes quicker than a gunslinger in a standoff. You ever think ‘bout joinin’ me for a duel?"
You shot him a glare, tail flicking irritably. "I don’t see you reacting that fast."
Boothill smirked, tapping his holster. "That’s ‘cause I don’t need to jump, sweetheart. My gun does the talkin’."
You huffed, carefully shifting your weight to prepare for a jump down. But before you could move, Boothill was already underneath you, arms casually open. "Go on. I gotcha."
Your ears twitched. "I can land fine on my own, you know."
He smirked, tilting his head. "I know. But humor me."
You hesitated for only a second before letting go, landing effortlessly in his arms. His grip was steady, warm, secure. You half expected him to tease you, but instead, he just chuckled, adjusting his hold for a brief moment before setting you gently on your feet.
"Next time, sugar, maybe try jumpin’ towards me instead of away."
Your tail flicked against his leg in response, but the way he grinned told you he definitely wasn’t gonna let this go anytime soon.
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⋆˚࿔ 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The dazzling lights of Penacony’s Dreamscape cast a golden glow over the lounge, where Sunday lounged effortlessly on a velvet couch, a half empty glass of wine twirling between his fingers. He looked as he always did, relaxed, poised, utterly unreadable.
You, on the other hand, were seated beside him, tail flicking lazily as you nibbled on a delicate pastry. The night was peaceful, the music soft, the company…pleasant.
And then—
BANG!
A bottle behind the bar toppled over, crashing to the ground with a sharp clatter.
Your instincts kicked in before logic could catch up. Ears flattened, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp and leapt straight up.
Not just a small jump, no, you soared, landing gracefully on the chandelier hanging above the lounge.
Silence.
Sunday, who had not even flinched at the noise, slowly lowered his wine glass, looking up at you with an expression that could only be described as…delightfully intrigued.
"Well, well," he mused, tilting his head as a slow smile curved his lips. "Now that’s what I call a grand performance."
Your tail flicked, embarrassment heating your face as you clung to the chandelier, claws digging slightly into the golden frame. "I—That was—"
He chuckled, setting his drink aside before standing, adjusting his pristine cuffs. "Darling, if you wanted all eyes on you, you only had to ask."
You groaned, ears flattening further. "Don’t start."
Sunday merely extended a hand, the neon reflections in his golden eyes glimmering with amusement. "Come down, love. Or should I call in a ladder?"
You huffed, preparing to leap down, only for Sunday to effortlessly step forward and catch you midair before you even landed. His grip was steady, his arms strong as he pulled you close, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.
"Impeccable form," he murmured, voice low, teasing.
Your tail flicked against his chest in protest, and he laughed, a smooth, velvety sound.
"Though, next time, my dear…jump into my arms first, won’t you?"
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⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝒶ℴ𝓆𝒾𝓊 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Jiaoqiu sat at his desk, his fingers tracing the lines of his latest research notes. He glanced up from his work, eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze fixed on his beloved, curled up like a content kitten on the sofa, a small book resting ion your lap. The gentle, rhythmic sound of your breathing was oddly soothing, and for a moment, Jiaoqiu allowed himself to indulge in the comfort of your presence.
Then, something happened. A sudden, sharp noise cut through the silence.
The next thing Jiaoqiu knew, you, who had been peacefully dozing, launchedyourself into the air with a startled yelp, an elegant but startled leap that mirrored the precise movements of a frightened cat. Your eyes were wide, the ears on top of your head twitching in every direction, and your tail, Jiaoqiu’s favorite part of you, was puffed up in surprise.
The scene happened so quickly, he couldn’t help but blink in disbelief.
"Jiaoqiu!" Your voice cracked with sudden alarm as you hovered midair, eyes flicking around the room, as if searching for the source of danger.
But Jiaoqiu was no stranger to your cat-like reflexes. Still, it never ceased to amuse him.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, low and warm, as he leaned back in his chair. His expression softened, though there was a glint of affection in his eyes.´´
"Did you got startled, love?" he teased, his voice calm and controlled, as always.
You landed softly back onto the ground, your face flushed with embarrassment. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but your tail betrayed you, flicking erratically behind you as your eyes darted around to make sure the threat (whatever it was) had passed.
"I…I wasn’t expecting that noise," you stammered, still trying to regain your bearings.
Jiaoqiu stood up from his desk, taking slow, measured steps toward you. His hand gently reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't resist teasing you a little further, but there was a tender warmth in his voice.
"You’re so cute when you’re startled,´´ he said, his lips curling into a soft smile. ´´You remind me of a cat, always so quick to react."
His words made your cheeks burn brighter, making you pull your knees up to your chest, feeling embarassed. You were so used to your feline-like tendencies, the ears, the tail, the reflexes, but hearing Jiaoqiu call you cute´ always ´turned you into a blushing mess.
"I didn’t jump that high!" you protested weakly, though the sheepish smile on your face said otherwise.
Jiaoqiu chuckled, sitting next to you on the couch. "You did. And I think it’s adorable," he said, his voice softening. "I never thought I’d be so lucky to have someone so…unique, so full of life."
You looked up at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. Despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his words. Jiaoqiu wasn’t one to offer praise lightly, and when he did, it meant something.
"Really?" you asked quietly, your tail swishing a little more contentedly now.
Jiaoqiu nodded, his gaze soft and unwavering. "Absolutely."
He took your hand gently, pulling you closer to him, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing his fingers over the tips of your ears. "Now, I think it’s time for you to relax, my little neko. I’ll make sure nothing scares you for the rest of the evening."
You felt your heart melt as you curled closer to him, feeling safe in his embrace. Youwere still a little embarrassed about your jump, after all, you had hoped to appear graceful, even with the feline traits youcouldn’t help but flaunt. But Jiaoqiu never made you feel self conscious.
In fact, he loved you all the more for it.
And so, in the calm after the the startle, the two of you settled together.
As Jiaoqiu continued to hold you, his beloved, close, you realized that sometimes, being startled and falling into the arms of someone who cared, made everything in the world seem perfectly aligned.
"Jiaoqiu" you whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. "Thank you for always being here."
He smiled, brushing a gentle hand through your hair, his heart swelling with love.
"Always."
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⋆˚࿔ ℳℴ𝓏ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Moze had seen a lot of things in his time. But watching his lover, his sweet, supposedly normal lover, leap straight into the air like a startled cat? Yeah, that was new.
The night had been quiet. You walked beside Moze, tail swaying lazily, ears twitching at the distant sounds of the city. Moze, ever the picture of relaxed confidence, strolled with his hands in his pockets, cigarette hanging from his lips.
Then—
BANG!
A trash can tipped over in a nearby alley.
Before Moze could so much as glance over, you sprang into the air, landing effortlessly on the ledge of a street sign.
Silence.
Moze stood there, cigarette paused between his fingers, head tilting up to look at you. His eyes gleamed with slow, dawning amusement.
"Huh." He exhaled smoke, taking his time before smirking. "Didn’t take you for the ‘climb first, think later’ type."
Your tail flicked in embarrassment. "It was instinct!"
"Instinct, huh?" His smirk widened. "So, what’s the plan now, kitten? You settin’ up shop up there, or you need a rescue?"
You huffed, crossing your arms. "I don’t need rescuing."
"That so?" He took a step closer, tapping ash from his cigarette. "Then jump down."
You hesitated. The leap up had been easy. The jump down, especially with Moze watching so intently, felt…humiliating.
His grin turned lazy as he opened his arms. "C’mon. You know I gotcha."
With a sigh, you finally leapt and true to his word, Moze caught you effortlessly, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against him.
"Told ya," he murmured, voice warm against your ear.
You buried your face in his shoulder. "You’re never gonna let this go, are you?"
A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Nope. Might even start keepin’ a tally."
You groaned, but his laughter, low, teasing, and utterly fond, made it a little harder to stay mad.
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⋆˚࿔ 𝒜𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Aventurine had seen many things in his line of work, bluffs, desperate gambles, high risk plays that paid off or crashed spectacularly. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for the sight of you his oh so charming lover, springing into the air like an actual startled cat.
The two of you had been walking through the Reverie, his usual smug confidence on full display as he lazily shuffled a deck of cards in one hand. You, tail swaying, ears twitching at every sound, strolled beside him, casually entertained by his smooth talk about probabilities and luck.
Then, the universe decided to throw in an unexpected variable.
A sudden clatter, a serving tray crashing to the floor behind you.
In an instant, your body reacted before your mind could catch up, ears flattened, tail puffed, and you launched yourself straight up, landing gracefully atop a decorative light fixture.
Silence.
Aventurine blinked. Slowly. Then, with the ease of a man who had just been blessed with the most amusing hand of cards ever dealt, he let out a low, delighted chuckle.
"Well, well. I must say, I didn’t account for this particular…reflex of yours."
You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "Don’t start."
"Oh, but I must." He smirked up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, darling, if you wanted a change in perspective, you could’ve just asked. Climbing the decor seems a bit dramatic, even for you."
"I didn’t mean to!" you huffed, tail flicking in irritation. "It was instinct!"
"Instinct, you say?" He tapped a finger against his chin, as if considering his next move in a game. "Fascinating. You do this often? Perhaps I should start placing bets on how high you’ll go next time?"
You shot him a glare. He only laughed, ever the picture of infuriating amusement.
Finally, he stretched out a hand, voice laced with an exaggerated sigh. "Come now, kitten. As much as I enjoy this newfound discovery, I’d rather not have my partner perched above me like some elusive jackpot prize."
You hesitated, only because you knew the second you were back on the ground, he’d never let you live this down. Still, with no other choice, you leapt down.
Aventurine caught you with infuriating ease, his arms securing you in place before he leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "See? Always a safe bet with me."
You groaned, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "You’re never letting this go, are you?"
His smirk widened. "Oh, sweetheart. Not in a million cycles."
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ruisann · 14 days ago
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Life as a Trailblazer is never boring for you. Exciting and unpredictable adventures always await. As a doctor aboard the Astral Express, you always join every mission whenever the Express stops on a planet or location. Your crucial role requires you to be present in every expedition.
Since returning from Xianzhou Luofu, you’ve noticed a change in Dan Heng’s behavior. He rarely leaves you alone, to the point where you barely have time for yourself. When you try to protest, Dan Heng calmly explains that it’s for your safety. As a doctor, you don’t possess the same combat abilities as him to protect yourself in case of an ambush. A doctor’s safety is the top priority during an attack. You can’t argue, because deep down, you know he’s right.
That’s why it’s only natural for Dan Heng to be by your side at all times. It’s only natural for him to follow you in secret, even when you’ve told him you want to be alone. It’s only natural that whenever you wander too far, he appears out of nowhere with a blank stare, silently reprimanding you for leaving him behind. And, it’s only natural that Dan Heng installed a detector application to track you at all times, ensuring you never stray beyond his watchful gaze.
After all, Dan Heng is doing all of this for your safety… right?
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jymwahuwu · 2 years ago
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CW: yandere, (implied) forced breeding in the past, breastfeeding
After these: participate in the ceremony, his attitude towards dragon eggs
Imbibitor Lunae has prepared a warm "nest" for you, with a water bed, thick blankets, and controlled the humidity and temperature of the nest as much as possible. There are now… 5 dragon eggs. Now what you need to do is to take care of these dragon eggs hatching (does he really consider you as a breeding volunteer… think of him saying "stay here forever to take care of the dragon cubs", you put your face in your hands and sob.) Keep Warm them, flip the eggs occasionally, give them nicknames and tag them.
Imbibitor Lunae often checks on you and the dragon eggs, stroking their shells with his fingertips. Hearing their nicknames, his serious expression softened, and he even smiled. After half a month of incubation, the dragon cubs broke out of the eggs one after another. They have inherited his pearl blue dragon horns and tail. You are taken aback by the tail. He explained that the older Vidyadhara knew how to hide the tail, which was also a sign of strength. Baby dragons all snuggle up in your arms to keep warm, wagging their tails and sucking on your breast milk.
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madamofthestars · 4 months ago
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Bad day emergency-Yandere Dan heng.
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Tw- Yandere content.
🖤Dan heng knows that you are not having a good day.
🖤even without you verbally speaking it he could already tell and he wasn’t going to let it happen on his watch.
🖤after all you are his song bird and he doesn’t plan on ever letting you have a bad day.
🖤dan heng opened up his notebook containing all the details about you that he had written down.
🖤he headed toward a few different sections of his notebook that he had organized by sections for organizing purposes.
🖤Dan heng then proceeded to put his plan to action after making a phone call to a few of his darling’s friends.
🖤with his darling’s friends helping distract his darling he immediately gets to work on working out the other details.
🖤he set up his room up to provide a setting for watching some of his song bird favorite movies and shows.
🖤once that was set up with a few of his darlings favorite plushy and blankets, he proceeded to go set up a few more things.
🖤He went to buy some of the ingredients for his song birds comfort meal and dessert making sure to follow the recipe to a t.
🖤once that was done he simply waited for his darling to come back from the hangout with friends.
🖤He knew his song bird was home when he heard the door opening and his darling appearing in the hallway.
🖤Dan heng proceeded to show his song bird his small surprise as he spent the rest of the day with his song bird providing her some comfort during the day never leaving her side.
🖤He not much good when it comes to romantic gestures but for his darling he is willing to put in the work on doing them for his beloved song bird.
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zeyris-daydreams · 24 days ago
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Jade Dragon’s Iron-Clad Camellias [2]
Dan Feng x Reader 
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Gaining recognition wasn’t something which needed any planning. And although you were great at setting reasonable goals, it seemed as though winds blew in your favour without your push.
The Cloud Splendor Forge was a name made by whim with lack of any forethought, yet the immortals still sang its praises, emphasising the dutifulness behind each weapon—and the mastery behind the meanings.
But there was no meaning, same as there was no need for it to have one. Vidyadhara and alike—Foxians and the Homo Celestinae all spun tales of their own.
It was too easy in fact.
The weapons were distributed quickly, grabbed and sought after as bread when the sun rose, the heat and smell of metal akin to the fragrance of meal for an empty stomach. The forger and the baker both shared a stove, but for vastly different reasons. The baker wanted to feed—you wished to make something bleed.
Due to culture born from war and hope, it wasn’t uncommon for people to appreciate weapons. They paid much attention to not only usability, but the detail as well.
Not all attention to detail was good—you’ve long realised, soon after someone began to nitpick them. And this wasn’t the first time.
Stood behind the counter of the inside of your forge, you moved a damp rag over it, pretending to try and clean away the black smears and the tar. It was a humble place, minimal amount of equipment and decor, spare for a flower which wilted from the heat radiating.
Further down was a stove and the tools, chisels and hammers, and the cold anvil which was unused yet.
It was so early after all.
He stood right near the entrance, glancing around, and you wished to pretend he wasn’t there. As long as you were ignorant, you could make him go away—sometimes wishes do come true.
The Vidyadhara cleared his throat expectantly.
But wishes take a while to work, and you finally lifted your face, shoving all the irritation down to the bottom of your stomach, lest there shows a vulnerability he’d be able to exploit like the snake that he was.
Annoyance ignited itself in your cortex already, perhaps at the idea that this preened lizard expected to be addressed. But you pretended everyday, and you could pretend for a while more. ”What may I help you with?”
Dan Feng’s piercing eyes seemed to glow by default in such a dark setting, and he finally stepped closer to the counter. “One assumes you know why one has come?”
This has happened before, three times precisely, where the pampered reptile would show up in all his might, and demand to meet the smith. It was engraved in your memory from the headache it caused each time, having to listen to his prolonged speeches about grandiose of his ideas; how just giving Yingxing the request through you would never be able to encompass his vision. A mortal can’t comprehend his ideas and expectations after all, you merely were an assistant. Dan Feng insisted-no, demanded to meet the craftsman.
”I have an idea why, but I fear the master remains in what he has said before.” you started, straightening to at least appear as though you paid him mind. To you, there was nothing grande before you, and you did not give a damn about his hereditary honorifics.
Glory is what you make—with both your hands.
Dan Feng sighed, pinching the ridge of his nose. He did not belong here, in his pristine and straightened clothes, and his untied hair. He was not ready nor made for work, and the contrast of his person to the comfort of your forge was sickening.
“Which would be?”
”Master Yingxing, as I’ve said, needs solitude to grow grand ideas. His words, not mine,” you began, keeping the tone as light as you could; grasping at the straws of your patience. “For that reason he only is present to deliver or make his craft. I only converse with him through written messages.”
You hoped that by emphasising the unapproachability of Yingxing, people would stop trying to meet him. Because frankly, you did not wish for people to know about your true identity, and you had all the reasons not to.
Only a madman would feel fine with that, if they were in your predicament at least.
Most immortals accepted your firm no. There was a sense of mystery and fantasy surrounding Yingxing, and the people of Xianzhou favoured romanticism over a popped bubble of delusion. And so, to maintain their image of the forger as someone cryptic, their efforts usually relented.
Most never means all however, and there would always be a prick who needed the validation of obtaining the unmovable.
”One sees no reason for such evasion,” He waved his hand, dismissing all your reasoning just as he did previously. It seemed the irritation finally got the best of him, as he dropped honorifics, and stopped attempting to pretend that you were on his level.
Dan Feng regarded you for a moment, and then the forge. Everything was ready to create, but there was no artist to do it. “Does he come today, then?”
”I wasn’t informed of that, where does the assumption come from?”
”Well,” The Vidyadhara gestured towards the other end of the forge leisurely and meticulously, as though he planned to point it out. “Do smiths not work when their tolls are ready?”
It was a miscalculation on your part. You really had to make sure to lock the forge next time, not that it mattered. Immortals usually sent their servants to order and retrieve weapons, and so it didn’t make a difference, as the pets of the Xianzhou folk never paid much mind. Such little humans usually soaked in their master's praises, never learning or knowing enough to find your business suspicious. Maybe it was blissful ignorance.
Dan Feng was truly the only one who insisted on proximity.
”What you see is correct, but that is the procedure. If the master comes, the forge must be ready, and given his solitude, I don’t know when to expect his grace.” You mustered, with as much courage as you could—despite coming up with this excuse on the spot. “I am sorry for the inconvenience, but his mind remains unchanged.”
”Fine, then. Have you told him that the one who seeks an audience with him is me?” The man began once more, his voice gaining an air of demand to it. He kept his hands to himself, not even willing to lay one on the deeply scarred wooden counter yet. “I am a High Elder, does your master not feel shame?”
It was hard to keep a cool shell when inside fires raged, and the facade slipped, for only a short moment. But it was unchangeable. “Have you considered that the master does not care?”
Dan Feng’s piercing and sharp eyes narrowed, and he finally leaned forward. “Excuse me?”
”Per your request I’ve left master the note about your wishes. Both to create the weapon and demand for the audience, but also of your status. That was the single demand that the master has not addressed with me.”
The irritation on his face was subtle, but the satisfaction of it was short lived. You forced your facial muscles into a state of tranquility, and the early bird gets prey. You had to act as though you had his best interest in mind.
“I insist, so that you don’t waste your time, to discuss the demands for the weapon with me.” You suggested once more, leaving it open for him to decide. “I convey it well enough, proven by the popularity that the master has gathered. If there are discrepancies, I’ll be held responsible,” you took a second to come up with the word that would please him the most. “For not being able to convey your vision well enough.”
You wanted your words to buy some of the graces you didn’t actually want—them being a currency to get him off your tail; or heel—that would be more accurate. Despite his visible need for protest and his clenched jaw, he relented. “Fine then, assistant.” The title rolled off his tongue like beads falling off a necklace, with an air of arrogance that seemed to constantly settle around him.
A sense of satisfaction poured into you still, despite the huge amount of effort it took to achieve this outcome.
It came to a halt as he leaned his hand on the counter at once, the other hand propped on his hip as he leaned to your stature, imposing your presence, breaking the usual distance needed for conversation in hopes of getting something out of you. “We will do how you want. Then again, commission is still pretty expensive. For that purpose I demand the weapon to be tailored specifically for me“
You swallowed. “They are always shaped for each clien-”
”No, I don’t look to have it only made per my word.” Dan Feng interrupted, his voice cutting through yours like a spear thrown through condensation of fog, causing you to halt. “Does your master need to see my former weapon for reference? The way in which I fight?”
Clients always trusted Yingxing, and a verbal assault of this caliber was far beyond your pay grade. With a sigh, one that you forced to be a calm one, your shoulders slumped. You wanted nothing more than to make the Vidyadhara bleed, but you stopped your sharp tongue.
”I understand the importance of making the weapon worth it, but my master is extraordinary” The self praise felt alien on your tongue, alien like Xianzhou’s cuisine and strange like a rock from beyond. You wished to spit it out with more pride, but it poured out more like water. “He will be able to provide you with a tailored option only after seeing the former weapon and understanding your expectations. That’s how my master keeps clients, I do not know the mysteries beyond that.”
Your defence was firm and sharp, he had to give you that. Dan Feng finally relented, straightening to fold his arm behind his back. His eyes lazily scanned the forge, not a single soul here spare for you and him.
”I am a High Elder, and I don’t wish to waste my time. I’ll send a servant here to deliver my former weapon, and as for its type..”
The Vidyadhara was suddenly filled with thought, slow and steady as his gaze was cast down. You weren’t yet sure how to feel, the gears in his mind turning deliberately, to a degree in which you could hear them click, click, click.
click.
”It is a weapon of long yet true reach, melee. It does not need excessive metal, and it is piercing, Stands tall, yet falls just as easily” High Elder mused cryptically, and his turquoise eyes drifted to yours soon after.
You stood there awkwardly with hands behind your back, pushing yourself up to the tips of your toes, before back to their heels. “Well, from my understanding that seems to be a spear. Do Vidyadhara name them differently?”
For a brief moment his brow rose, but he just shook his head, as if dismissing the thought that appeared. “A spear, then.”
So he was testing you. You couldn’t yet know the result of this trial.
The conversation concluded, and you were finally free to breathe when Dan Feng left. Having to upkeep the front of a dutiful clueless assistant took its toll once more, and you were left having to pick up pieces of your dignity.
Mortals didn’t have it easy on Xianzhou Loufu, despite it being more accommodating for them than the other two ships—and while you didn’t find it most fair, it was all you could get your hands on. You have long learned the importance of finding opportunities, doing what you had access to. You weren’t going to let self-victimisation ruin the odds.
The next day, as promised, the former weapon was delivered.
Dan Feng had a habit of not knocking, and he didn’t knock now either, entering the forge like his own damned domain—the spear in his grasp. Behind the safety of your counter your eyes widened, and you cleared your throat. A moment of silence passed.
“Forgive me asking, Higher Elder, but wasn’t a servant meant to do this duty?
He halted, eyes narrowing slightly at your words, though you had no idea what you might’ve said wrong. Yet it seemed as though the Vidyadhara was just as surprised to see you here. “Assistant.”
Your fingers curled into fists, and you forced a pleasant gaze upon your face. “I’m sorry, have I failed to mention that the master does not meet clients personally? If not, I would like to add that it prevents unnecessary bias.”
To hell with bias. Why was he here, again?
”The former, yes. Latter, hardly” His face turned to yours, gaze softening. “Though One could still hope to be on time.” A smile crept up onto his face, but you knew better than to take it as kindness; pity was more likely. Dan Feng’s interest in Yingxing was proving to be dangerous. Maybe you’d have to forge elsewhere, and take clients here. A faraway dream you could not afford; closer to that was perhaps changing the schedule altogether.
“No matter the technicalities. The weapon is here. Though this sky splitter did look better in its full glory” The doors closed behind him silently, despite the usual occurrence of them creaking with each move. Dan Feng was as robed as ever, preened and pristine and perfumed and he didn’t belong here at all.
The spear was laid on the table, and you looked down on habit, analysing its structure and shape. The front of it was clearly cracked, the fault permeating further down the spear. It was clinging to its frail shape, as a worm after being crushed.
His eyes were on the weapon, before they were on you, and you placed your hand onto the long body of the spear. Perfectly in the spot where its weight centre should be, given the heavier tip of the spear; and yet it still tilted. You frowned.
The spear was laughably off balance, and when you’ve realised how bold you’ve become, you set it down. When you opened your mouth to speak, you were almost afraid you’d ask which idiot forged this.
“I see. It appears broken. What sorts of improvements do you expect of the spear you’ve commissioned?”
You could already imagine analysing the spear later. The sharpness and its weight distribution, the evenness of its body and the smoothness that it should provide. You could smell the moment you’d forge it anew, and taste the ingredients of it with your fingertips.
You found the more you made weapons, the harder it was to stop.
Dan Feng raised his brow, head tilting at an angle as he went through his mind to remember his expectations—he did consider a new spear for some time now, especially after his friends helped him defeat the recent abominations of the abundance—his spear bore most of the damage.
This thought circled in his mind back and forth, what precisely did he want? Nothing but the best. Perfection. Dan Feng was not a master at making weapons, he could only wield them.
”Give it to your master,” the Vidyadhara expressed “ and tell him to improve on everything which is noticeably faulty within this one.”
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41-kiraraaa · 2 years ago
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ᥫ᭡. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫
⤷ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.: yandere dragon!dan heng x reader
⤷ 𝐭𝐰.: yandere behavior, possessiveness, obsessiveness, isolation/imprisonment, slight blood/gore
⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.: dan heng has his draconian transformation aboard the express with you to watch over him. his desire for you had finally made him snap, and, now, there was no escape from your mate.
‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊
whenever trailblazing wore you out, you could count on dan heng to make sure nothing strayed too much out of order.
his constant watchfulness over you, march, and the trailblazer was nothing if not helpful and convenient should anything ever go awry, which it has, too many times in the past, but in your downtime on the express, you just wanted to be away from his scrutinizing, assessing gaze. you also didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, another person to worry for, and the thought of spending some time by yourself, without the presence of the other crew members, drew a sigh of relief from you.
you had promised yourself moments of rest after the stellaron mission in belobog, no matter how fleeting. with kafka and the stellaron hunters getting involved and sending the express crew to the xianzhou, you wanted to savor every moment you could in solidarity before you had to aid welt, march, and the trailblazer in their mission to seal the destructive core.
what you hadn’t expected, however, were the muffled sounds of pain coming from past march’s room and straight from the archives, where dan heng’s voice had echoed out in agony.
it hadn’t been long after the express was docked, and you rushed out of your room to make sure that your companion was unharmed.
after skidding to a halt at the doorway of dan heng’s makeshift room, you hurried past the open door, where himeko was bent over dan heng’s silently whimpering form, looking concerned.
when she noticed your entrance, her eyes flitted to you and she nodded, motioning for you to come over. you obliged, suspense and adrenaline racking in your system as you hunched over dan heng.
you’d thought that your eyes had deceived you when you had run through the door, but it seemed that the flash of green was indeed an extension of dan heng.
what you had glimpsed before when you were rushing in was a tail, whose fluffy tip was now pattering against the floor in obvious distress. what you hadn’t seen before, however, were his horns.
also a green hue, they extended upwards proudly, akin to branches of coral. they still seemed to be growing, as noted by his light breaths and whimpers of pain as you thought you imagined them coming up to be a little higher every time you blinked.
immediately you took charge, knowing that he would need a more comfortable place to be situated in, and you didn’t think that intruding on himeko’s space would please her all that much.
“i’ll take him back to my room,” you informed her, not realizing that you were too shaken by this whole ordeal until you heard your voice waver.
she gave you a nod of affirmation and, before you knew it, dan heng was on the edge of your bed and you were out of breath from helping himeko carry his deadweight. you tried pushing him to the middle of the bed for maximum comfort, and to minimize the risk of him falling off, but gave up when he didn’t budge and, instead, made the bedsheet wrinkle.
sighing, you turned back to him for a moment to check that everything in your room was orderly and that the door was closed after lugging him inside, which it was, but then a sudden weight came crashing down on you and you collapsed with a choked shout of surprise.
on top of you was the body of human, yet devoid of warmth, like a reptile. the pants and low growls resonating in your ear were most definitely human—the voice of an irreplaceable person in your life.
“d-dan heng!?” you exclaimed, trying to push yourself up, already in a plank and ready shake him off and book it for the door, but his weight and power pressed you down until you were flat against the ground, panting for air.
“you’re mine,” dan heng whispered, his voice husky and low and his breath hit against your ear. your breath caught in your throat at his proximity, and your struggles renewed as you pushed your back upward to try and shove him off.
a swift, unexpected bite to your throat ceased your struggling, and you lay limp on the floor at the pain that blossomed. the weight on your back was lifted off of you for a moment, but you couldn’t escape with your senses hyper-focused on the wound on the most sensitive part of your body.
dan heng was staring intently at your back, his objective dark, and, you couldn’t see it, but you could feel the desire emanating from his possessive, lustful gaze. your skin crawled with gooseflesh, and you gulped slightly, as unnoticeably as you could manage.
he dipped downward sharply soon after though, absentmindedly lapping at the blood streaming down your neck before it could reach the ground. it was too precious to waste, you were too delectable to pass up.
dan heng had thought that his feelings would be hidden from you forever, the desire to lock you away from the universe and have you safe from harm’s way. unfortunately, the life of a trailblazer was seldom easy, and you met life’s challenges with courage, even when your qualms and fears had a grip on your heart.
he always went out of his way to make that your life wasn’t being threatened, even when it seemed impossible. he was your shield, his cold, unyielding personality your preservation.
he needed to make sure that you had placed your trust in him fully, first and foremost and no one else.
if he was immovable, then what was there to threaten you? what was there to deny him from what he had kept himself from for so long? he craved you, ached for you, longed for you, but never showed an ounce of it through his words or actions, for fear of your rejection, of society’s caution around his amplified desire for you, strong enough to harbor hatred and murderous intent for anybody who so looked at you the wrong way. looked at you at all, even.
now though, he was finally discarding those frivolous thoughts of his concealment of desire for you, his draconian side emerging. after all, it was only normal to want your lover in every way, right?
his present, human, morally ambiguous but restrained side was miles away, the tsunamis of desire crashing into oceans of want and possessiveness making him realize that he wanted this so badly that he would die if he was without you for another moment. even blinking was made scarce, absorbing your ethereal, once ephemeral, form in to fully appreciate you in ways he couldn’t before.
his stone-cold, deadpan exterior had finally given way to his true self, more open to expressing his love and devotion for you, as the dragon in him coiled with the need to make sure that you were his forever.
so why were you struggling? couldn’t you tell that you were his mate? his to love and cherish forever? even if you didn’t think you loved him now, there was no way that he’d let you go, not when the both of you were finally alone, together, and safe.
carefully, gently, absurdly for the situation he had just subjected you to, he lifted you up in a bridal carry and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to curl into his strong embrace, or shimmy away from your captor.
once he settled on your bed, he bunched the covers up around you and him until you were both insulated and he could retain the warmth that you gave him. he had made sure you were comfortable, drawing the blankets up around you first and foremost and leaning over your form quite inquisitively, drinking in the most vulnerable side of you he had never gotten to appreciate properly and feeling a strange welling of wholesomeness in his heart at your figure, dwarfed by him and his twisted love for you.
after getting settled down, you couldn’t help but close your eyes sleepily, unsure as to why you were feeling so exhausted that your body would let your guard down around the beast that had possessed your friend. you would contemplate why you were allowing him such proximity, but your mind was too scrambled to discern if he was a threat or not, and it seemed as though your body had decided for you as you were his mate.
a hand from out of the blue descended upon your head and sharp nails massaged your scalp deeply, comfortingly, lovingly. they were careful not to draw blood or scratch you too hard, and your eyelids grew heavier still, and your ears gradually rose a barrier between you and the outside world, content in the embrace of someone you knew.
the wound in your neck hadn’t bothered you for a moment now, and you had half a mind to wonder why when a low croon came from above you. it seemed as though he was still watching you, with another hand descending to rub your cheek soothingly. the solace of his presence was unbearable for your rationality, and you let go all train of thought to give into him.
dan heng watched with satisfaction as you drifted off into slumber, pride welling in his chest at the level of trust you still had for him, even after his slightly unorthodox display of dominance.
after making sure that you were truly sleeping, deep inside the crevices of your mind and dreaming of him, no doubt, he lowered himself down into a space next to you, where he was able to hold you with your back to him and his arms wrapped tightly, possessively around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he possibly could.
a few seconds later though, he opted to drag his arms up higher until he was just right below your chest so that he could make way for his tail, which dipped under you and then coiled upwards to wrap around you, doubly secure and safely tucked in by his side.
although your blood had supplemented him some energy to get by for a little after his grueling transformation into a dragon, he was more than content with the prospect of regaining his full strength by resting by your side, knowing that nothing could ever take you away from him.
and afterwards, when his power was at its full glory, he’d prove to you that you’d never need to leave his side. ever.
and even if you insisted, tried clawing your way out of his embrace, tried to escape into a world with dangers lurking around every corner, ready to take you away from him, there was no way he would ever lose you, no way you would ever lose him.
your mate.
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lavandulawrites · 6 months ago
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I heard you wanted asks… ._.
Dan Heng being weird and stalkery and such… maybe even grabbing darling with his tail if they were to get too close to learning about his habits…
Coiling Love
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Yandere Dan Heng x reader
Yandere Dan Heng is such a interesting concept I wish to dive into further<3 (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).
Masterlist
Warnings: obsession, stalking, Dan Heng takes pictures of reader without reader knowing, stealing of personal belongings, manipulation, possessiveness, Dan Heng lets his draconic instincts take control, Dan Heng is creepy (he is only in love your honour)
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You were a fascinating human being. You were kind and beautiful and always put others first. Dan Heng had never been one for relationships, he never had the time nor had he found the right person. That doesn’t mean that he didn’t fantasies about his weeding.
You made him think that maybe love was possible for him too.
His feelings was so foreign. He decided he should follow you so he could keep a close eye on you. Your innocent nature reminded him of a helpless bunny and that triggered something deep within his very soul. His blue eyes bored into your form as you went about your daily life. When it was time for the Nameless to depart from your planet he managed to persuade you to join them. Dan Heng promised you a life of adventure and experience you would never forget. You were easy to convince.
Your bedroom was right besides the Archive which was to Dan Heng’s joy. He often found himself resting his head against the cool wall that separated your rooms. He wondered what you were doing and if maybe, just maybe you were thinking about him too. His dreams consisted of you and only you. His good dreams were filled with you and your beautiful laughter and his nightmares were filled of your pained screams and your petrified eyes.
He longed for your touch and every time your hands brushed against each others when you were preparing breakfast in the eating car, he found his heart bursting out of his chest. His face however remained as stoic as ever before, except for the little smile that tugged on his lips. When he returned to his room after your hand has brushed against him in an attempt at reaching the butter, he kissed the skin on the back of his hand with closed hands. Oh, how he wished it was your hand instead.
The dark haired man asked March if she could teach him how to take good pictures with a camera which she happy agreed to. With his camera in his hand he snapped pictures of you without your knowledge. He had bought a camera with smith buttons aka it didn’t make any sound when taking pictures.
He hid the many pictures he had taken underneath his bed and other places he knew no one would ever find them.
He always accompanied you on outings and always remained close by. If he noticed someone who was too close to you, he would step in. Who would dare defy the man who had just saved their planet?
It was when you had returned to the Express after a mission that you stumbled upon the open door to his room. You normally didn’t stick your nose in others business, but something urged you to go inside.
When you stepped inside the room littered with various screens and blue screened floors your eye caught a book sticking out from underneath the brown haired man’s bed. It was as if someone had tried to hide it, but were in a hurry.
You crutched beside the bed as you lifted the book up carefully. The cover was rather plain and sea green in colour. It had a ringed spine of silver. You opened it carefully, curious of its contents.
What met you were pages filled with entries of your daily routines, ranging from what you eat to how many times you blinked when you watched a movie with March and Stelle.
Your heart hammered against your ribs as you flipped through the pages. He had taken multiple photos of both you and your belongings. He had even gotten his hands on pictures of your university graduation. Your eyes feel to his pillow where you could see the sleeve of the purple shirt that you had been looking for. “What…”
A pair of arms wrapped around your form as hot breath canned against your neck. “You weren’t supposed to see that…” his voice gentle.
“Dan Heng what is this…?” your voice shaking as your eyes raked between the shirt and the book that were still in your hand.
“Just my archive of you. Nothing to worry about” he chuckled slightly as if trying to lighten the situation.
Something strong and chilly wrapped around your midriff in a tight embrace. You looked down and was met with the sight of a scaly tail.
“It’s normal for us Vidyadhara to keep track of our beloved. I suppose it’s time I finally make my feelings for you known” he used his hand to gently turn your head so you could see his face. His handsome features soft as he looked at you with love you only thought existed in fairytales.
“I love you [Name] and I have for a long time” he smiled. Long fingers stroked your cheek gently.
“And I intend to spend the eternity with you. Us Vidyadhara have a strong sense of protection, so I promise you that I will never let you go. I know this is sudden, but I promise I will protect you and make you happy” his cerulean eyes glittered with love and devotion.
Dan Heng had never been the one to lie, and you knew for certain he meant every word he said. You were his for eternity.
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azen13 · 5 months ago
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Since Dan Heng is getting a rerun right now, do you have any yan thoughts about him?? He’s so silly…
CW: Yandere Themes
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He is so silly...I do love Dan Heng, he was actually my first main in HSR! I don't think I've posted much of him here though because I have literally no idea about any of the Xianzhou lore sldkjsdgsdg so bear with me lol.
I'm going to make a distinction between Dan Heng and Dan Feng here, as I think the two would have vastly different approaches to how they interact with a love interest. If we're talking about straight canon, the only thing that's changed is that Dan Heng is a yandere, then I think he's extremely subtle about it. First, because that's just his personality. Dan Heng isn't prone to histrionics; he's more practical. Second, because if he isn't, Himeko or Welt could notice, and then who knows what would happen. They might take you away from him, and he can't have that.
So he has to play it cool, keep his obsession undetectable. It shows up in small ways: how he always makes sure to be by your side during missions, even when the Trailblazer and March run off; how he lets you stay in his room whenever you'd like, even if it's just to hang out; how he holds your hand tightly whenever danger approaches, to the point where by now, your palm must be molded to the shape of his fingers. In a similar vein, he works to slowly mold your mind, doing his best to convince you that you can come to him with any problems or worries and he'll help you.
He starts making entries for you in the databank, chock full of your likes and dislikes, your habits, your routine, everything and anything. It's a strange hobby he almost seems to take pleasure in, compiling everything he knows about you. Anytime he learns something new, best believe he'll be heading off to his room to write it down and save it for later. Eventually, he starts using all of that information to his advantage: you like a certain scent? Soon enough, Dan Heng vaguely smells like it. You enjoy hugs? Dan Heng will awkwardly try to fold his arms around you back. You have a favorite food? Dan Heng makes it for you almost daily, until he's mastered it.
I will say he definitely struggles to fight against the draconic urge to hoard you away in his room. To try to tamp down that need, he develops a bad habit of stealing your belongings. Nothing big, just things you might not notice if they go missing. A piece of paper you scribble on, a pen cap that you chew on, a sock forgotten in the recesses of a dryer. He stows it away safely, somewhere nobody will ever find.
One day, he'll do the same with you. Only you'll come alone willingly.
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weirdthinkingdragon · 2 months ago
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Stay Close
Slight yandere Dan Heng x reader
warnings: a bit of awkwardness? Slight fluff
Yandere Dan Heng using his Lunae form to keep a "dragon lover" reader close to him. You being from a world they're nonexistent to now seeing one that shouldn't be possible when you joined the express.
Like a moth drawn to a flame the first time you saw it you were beyond fascinated to the point everyone could tell. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to question him about it feeling it would be disrespectful since he seems so avoidant of talking about it after just a few questions you tried to ask him.
That also lead you to feel unbelievably awkward around him for a while since you've already talked about your love of dragons to the express... If you knew then you would have never said a word. How were you supposed to know there was a draconic type of human??
That lead you to research in the archives a lot to make sure there isn't anything else you should know about before it was too late.
With time things got back to normal and you started to drift away from Dan Heng. He's a guy who likes his space. Why bother him when you have Trailblazer and March to bother? Plus you're pretty sure you learned everything you wanted to know by then and your visits became less and less often.
Little did you know at that point Dan Heng didn't really like that. He grew rather used to your previous frequent presence in the archives.
What he really didn't like is when you got separated on visiting another planet. That alone wouldn't have been so bad if the person you were with trying to help the world didn't try to stab you in the back. Literally. He saw it happen and nearly lost his cool. He threw his spear just in the nick of time and punctured the person's leg, causing them to stop and scream in pain.
Obviously that startled you to turn around and see them running up and what happened.
After that there was a shift in his actions with you. Almost always in the same room especially if no one else was. Another thing you noticed was him more often in his other form. Man you want to touch his tai- no. Bad. That's weird.
It's like a train wreck no matter how hard you try to stop looking, you can't.
He knows you want to touch it. It's not hard to tell. Quite frankly, it's the opposite. It's to the point you don't even have to say it. But that's what he wants. He's willing to show this part to you alone just to keep you near if he has to. He knows you don't think he sees you looking while he's reading.
"You can try touching it, if you want."
You're shocked for a good minute, then apprehensive. You wonder if he only is saying that because your looking is pressuring him so you can stop, or maybe another bad reason you don't want to try to think about. "...Are you sure?"
Aeons, please just do already! This is more of a delicate situation though. If he wasn't as level-headed he'd have already impulsively pulled you to him with his tail and made you stay close as much as possible. "if I wasn't, I wouldn't have offered."
You cave and carefully do. It wasn't what you were expecting. it was more smooth, airy to the touch, and rather cool. Not cold, but definitely not warm either. Maybe airy wasn't the right word? Felt more like water itself but a bit more solid. So like soft ice and not nearly as cold.
You didn't want to stop touching it but didn't want to push your luck. That alone was enough for you to be happy with.
But it didn't stop there. More frequently you'd go to the archives again and he kept offering. Eventually one day he pulled you to his lap and rested his head on you while you held it. He wrapped his arms around you as well and let a mental sigh of relief. He's glad it's this way now.
This is where you belong with him. Whatever happens or comes for him, he cannot leave the express anymore. Not with you. Not with something as great as this.
He's never been more glad to have his other form than now. If it helps make you stay close, well then he might just have to start staying in this form more often. Even if around other people too.
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sxcchxrine · 7 months ago
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jiaoqiu having hannibal references in his trailer and there’s a book on how someone ate a borisin …. okay but hear me out …
dan heng 🤝 jiaoqiu wanting to literally devour their darling… i got brainworms i need this now, i might write it soon
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hana-no-seiiki · 2 years ago
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LOVER BOY
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soft yandere! dan heng x gn! reader (ft. stelle & march)
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“Perhaps if you . . . “
“Not now, 哥.” You cut off closest friend’s remark. A friend that teetered on not being one ever since an incident not too long ago.
“But — “
You turned around, finally looking at him for the first time since his wrongdoing. “Dan Heng.”
Your glare immediately shut him up, making his usual poker face falter. And a certain lower part of his rise once again.
“Wow, what’s got them mad?” March questioned as you stomped past her and Stelle. You were usually incredibly patient. In the team, you were usually the parent figure that kept them from turning feral or getting into fights whenever Himeko or Welt wasn’t around. Seeing you mad for once was surprising.
Not to mention kind of hot.
Stelle crossed her arms. “Dan Heng most likely.” If the guilt written all over his face was all she had to go off of.
“It was not me.” Dan Heng snapped at them. But then sighed after a couple of seconds, “I think.”
“So it was you.” March covered her mouth, gasping. She always thought she or Stelle would be the first to piss you off, never straight-man Dan Heng. “Have you . . . tried saying sorry?”
“Along with offering advice, yes.”
“You must have really messed up big time if they refused that. What did you do?”
“. . .” Dan Heng remained silent for a suspicious amount of time. Almost a minute passed before he decided to reply, “It’s best you don’t know.”
“Keep your secrets then, Lover Boy.” The grey haired girl waved him off. The one thing in her mind being to take this opportunity to hang out with you without him threatening her with his spear. “Let’s go, March. Think my chances of stealing [Y/N] away raised after all this?”
“I wouldn’t count on that . . . but I’d love to see you try!”
Dan Heng made one long exhale.
Perhaps if he actually used lubricant instead of an enhancement paste next time you’d be less angry at him?
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Gē - 哥 - Bro ( in Chinese )
Want more HSR fics? Send me an ask / request! I’ll try my best to get to ya.
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yanderehsr · 2 years ago
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Hello! Do you mind doing yandere hcs for jingyuan, dan heng and blade with a nilou! Reader?? Just a friendly and warm person who always offers support and loves making people happy with their dancing <3 (bonus points if you keep the hydro sword/dance powers and lotus themes)
Sure, hope you'll enjoy😄
Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder
Jing Yuan: The day he first saw you was a day he would never forget, you were dancing on that stage with such grace that he could feel his throat dry out. he made sure to visit you backstage when you were done, to thank you for such a wonderful performance.
What Jing Yuan wasn't expecting was the kindness you showed him and how humble you were. You said that there was still so much for you to learn, nonsense, you were already perfect. This is what he needed in his life, someone like you, someone who can make his heart beat as fast as it is now, someone he wants to come home to and eat a homecooked meal with, he had to have you.
"Good morning my sweet flower, do you have a headache, maybe I should've been more careful when knocking you out. Anyways, welcome home"
Dan Heng: He became awestruck when he witnessed you in a fight, how water flowed under your command and how you slashed your sword, it looked like you were dancing, he can't remember but he thinks he saw a flower as well, truly befitting of such a beautiful person.
Dan Heng follows you into every battle, making sure to protect you, his heart beats whenever you give him that kind smile and check for any injuries on him, that same heart growls in rage as he sees you treat others with the same compassion, he can only take this for so long until he snaps and brings you home.
"I love you, more than you could ever imagine, my heart yearns for you like no other, but you need to realise that you need no one but me in your life"
Blade: He loved it all, your kindness and compassion, your beauty and grace. Everything about you was something he admired and loved. And he wanted it all for himself, to have you in his grasp and never let go.
Blade could see the despair in your eyes as you watch each and everyone of your friends and family die, one by one, you try to help them of course, you try to stand up and fight against him, but in the face of Blade's overwhelming power, there is nothing you can do as he claims his price, You.
"Why are you looking at me like that, all I did was remove the pests surrounding you"
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jymwahuwu · 2 years ago
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ღ Honkai: Star Rail Master List
The Xianzhou Luofu
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WARNING: DARK CONTENT.
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Jing Yuan
general bargains with you
CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, manipulation, mating press, forced oral sex
jing yuan manipulates you into being his little housewife
CW: yandere, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiacs, housewife kink, manipulation, abuse of power, sexism
jing yuan and his personal assistant
CW: yandere, harassment
jing yuan invites you to enjoy dessert but this is a trap
CW: yandere, non-con, somnophilia, sleeping pills, mating press
asking to play jing yuan's tits is asking for trouble
CW: yandere, nipple stimulation, aphrodisiac, mindbreak, no mention of aftercare, jing yuan gave you a trap
yanqing, jing yuan and your family dynamics
CW: yandere(jing yuan), platonic yandere(yanqing), non-con
jing yuan and yanqing's tutor reader
CW: yandere, manipulation, forced marriage
price of betrayal (jing yuan+blade+dan heng gangbang u…)
CW: hsr leaks,non-con, yandere, gang bang, forced oral sex, kidnapping
spanked by jing yuan in front of guests
CW: yandere, humiliation, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, forced oral sex
after running away from jing yuan, caught by blade and returned
CW: afab reader, yandere, non-con, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, edging, humiliation
you have a crush on jing yuan
CW: yandere, kidnapping
you escape from hsr men and got caught
CW: yandere, failed escape, non-con
jing yuan decided to give you more "jobs" and "training" to prevent you from running away from him
CW: yandere, non-con, abuse of power
jing yuan raises baby yanqing with you
CW: yandere, harassment, (implied) non-con
jing yuan forces you to wear cute/revealing clothes
CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, spanking
If jing yuan is in heat
CW: yandere, non-con, lock you up, pregnancy
what if jing yuan gets mara...
CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, angst, forced pregnancy, lactation
jing yuan fantasizes about you in front of his friends
CW: yandere, masturbation, jing yuan fantasizes about you…implying that yingxing likes you
jing yuan tries to coax you step by step
CW: yandere, dub-con
jing yuan + corruption kink with reader who idolizes him
CW: corrupt kink, yandere, oral sex
jing yuan coaxes alpha! reader to omega
CW: yandere, ABO, alpha! reader forced to change to omega, gaslight, non-con
jing yuan x magical girl! reader
CW: yandere, non-con, sleeping pills, kidnapping, magical girl! reader, anal stimulation
jing yuan drinks his wife’s milk every morning
CW: pregnancy, lactation kink
jing yuan and blade with self-aware au
CW: yandere, self-aware au
jing yuan accidentally drank the cup of aphrodisiac drink
CW: yandere, non-con, aphrodisiac, harassment, breaking into your home
sugar daddy jing yuan
CW: yandere, non-con/dub-con, manipulation, abuse of power, fem! reader
If jing yuan has tentacles
CW: yandere, non-con, tentacles, (implied) mental manipulation, mating press, female reader
jing yuan found your reincarnation
CW: yandere, angst, non-con, kidnapping, overstimulation, (mentioned) death in the past
jing yuan's size kink + short fem reader
CW: yandere, non-con/dub-con, forced oral sex, size kink, reader is clearly described as being much shorter than Jing Yuan. no other specific description of the reader's body shape.
actual record of dating General Jing Yuan
cw: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation, harassment, breaking into your home
does jing yuan like small breast darling?
CW: yandere, non-con, abuse of trust, nipple stimulation, overstimulation, mentions and some descriptions about lactation
The officials arranged for you to be fucked by your husband jing yuan to avoid him getting a mara struck
CW: yandere, dub-con, breeding, pregnancy, humiliation
Jing Yuan is obsessed with your nipples
CW: yandere, dub-con, molestation, lactation kink, titjob
Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling with "Stamina and Flexibility" training
CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine
jing yuan hypnotized assistant!darling into believing that she should always go to work without panties
CW: yandere, dub-con/non-con, hypnosis, forced pregnancy
jing yuan takes revenge on his childhood friend who has been teasing him
CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, threaten
you, who pretended to be experienced in sex, were non-con by a jealous Jing Yuan, and he found out that you were a virgin
CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, humiliation, thoughts about virginity
series (game):
jing yuan customizes your game avatar and does lewd things without your consent
CW: yandere, non-con (in game), harassment, customizing your avatar without your consent and doing lewd things, forced marriage
game company releases new DLCs
CW: yandere, non-con (in game), harassment, customizing your avatar without your consent and doing lewd things, forced marriage
series (wingweaver! reader):
part 1
CW: yandere, non-con, manipulation, humiliation, forced pet play
part 2
CW: yandere, dub-con, bird's estrus, breeding
series (hologram):
jing yuan's hologram
CW: yandere, non-con, electrical stimulation
what if we had holograms?
CW: yandere, hologram, forced to watch masturbating
breaks into your house and fucks you while you sleep
CW: yandere, non-con, breaking into houses
Jing Yuan challenging darling to a match of starchess for her freedom
CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, manipulation
series (catgirl hyrid reader):
jing yuan with a catgirl hybrid reader
CW: yandere, catgirl hybrid, kidnapping
daily life of jing yuan's kitty
CW: yandere, catgirl hybrid, kidnapping, humiliation
series (concubine):
political opponent! reader relegated into jing yuan's concubine
CW: yandere, dub-con, humiliation, sexism
jing yuan invite many people to your ceremony
CW: yandere, humiliation, sexism
series (partner matching services):
blade remembered that he had a destined partner, but now Jing Yuan is with you
CW: hsr leaks, dub-con, yandere
cloud knight! darling gets jing yuan and blade as partners
CW: yandere, forced marriage, kind of dystopian
series (harassment):
jing yuan keeps spamming you and calling you
CW: yandere, harassment, masturbation, (implied) stalking
jing yuan visits your home
CW: yandere, non-con, harassment, looks like delusional but he's not delusional, somehow super lucid
jing yuan tricks you into answering the phone
CW: yandere, harassment, masturbation, (implied) non-con, breaking into a home, hacking
if the reader likes to tease him back
CW: yandere, (implied) dub-con
how would jing yuan react if you secretly dated someone(jealous jing yuan!!)
CW: yandere, dub-con, surveillance, taking photos without permission
how would jing yuan react if you got sick
CW: yandere, non-con, harassment
What if the reader has social anxiety
CW: yandere, breaking into your home
reader was trapped on the day you were kidnapped by the general
CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, breaking into your home
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Blade / Yingxing
Space Pet Home Company
Summary: You have been kidnapped and sold as a pet. Blade wants a pet.
CW: kidnapping, non-con, dehumanization, body modification (just nipples), lactation, humiliation, yandere
blade threatened and non con you on the train
CW: yandere, non-con, threaten
blade and dan heng steal darling from each other and take pictures/recording
CW: non-con, yandere, taking photos/recordings without permission
kafka+blade with a bimbo!reader
CW: dub-con, yandere, bimbo! reader
price of betrayal (jing yuan+blade+dan heng gangbang u…)
CW: hsr leaks,non-con, yandere, gang bang, forced oral sex, kidnapping
after running away from jing yuan, caught by blade and returned
CW: afab reader, yandere, non-con, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, edging, humiliation
what if we're one of the people who will pay the price
CW: non-con, recording without consent, others are watching, revenge, yandere, afab reader
you escape from hsr men and got caught
CW: yandere, failed escape, non-con
quietly create a pair of "couple swords"
dan heng and blade bet who can make you cum faster and harder
CW: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation
Yingxing wanting a sweet little spouse and keeping them in the house
CW: yandere, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome (a bit), dub-con (implied but not described)
Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling with "Stamina and Flexibility" training
CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine
series (partner matching services):
blade remembered that he had a destined partner, but now Jing Yuan is with you
CW: hsr leaks, dub-con, yandere
cloud knight! darling gets jing yuan and blade as partners
CW: yandere, forced marriage, kind of dystopian
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Dan Heng / Dan Feng
dan heng's reaction to darling being stolen by blade
CW: hsr leaks, yandere, dub-con, non-con in the past
blade and dan heng steal darling from each other and take pictures/recording
CW: non-con, yandere, taking photos/recordings without permission
dan heng gently non con blade's darling
CW: hsr leaks, yandere, non-con
if you ask to try dan heng's dragon tail
CW: hsr leaks, dub-con
dan heng misses you
CW: yandere
price of betrayal (jing yuan+blade+dan heng gangbang u…)
CW: hsr leaks,non-con, yandere, gang bang, forced oral sex, kidnapping
find you after every reincarnation
CW: hsr spoiler, yandere, forced transformation into immortality, (implied) forced relationship
you escape from hsr men and got caught
CW: yandere, failed escape, non-con
the matching service report shows that you are suitable for giving birth to dragon cubs
CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, knotting, (mentioned) pregnancy
dan feng / dan heng's attitude towards your clothes
CW: hsr spoilers (dan heng companion mission), yandere, kidnapping, conservative attitude (maybe seems a bit sexist), (implied but not described) non-con
dan heng punishes you with lotus
CW: forced orgasm
hands being tied up and forced to ride imbibitor lunae
CW: non-con, yandere
yandere dan feng x dragon reader
CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, spawn but not described in detail
tease dan heng until he snaps
CW: keep teasing your dragon boyfriend for a week, dub-con, (mentioned) spawning
dan heng and blade bet who can make you cum faster and harder
CW: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation
Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling with "Stamina and Flexibility" training
CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine
You were drunk and Dan Heng eventually lost control…
CW: yandere, non-con, somnophilia, mentioned the possibility of non-con
series (ceremony):
Luofu High Elder invites you to participate in the ceremony
CW: hsr leaks, non-con, forced breeding, dragon egg, mentioned spawning
his attitude towards dragon eggs
CW: hsr leaks, yandere, spawning, edging, forced breeding
forced to stay here to take care of the dragon eggs
CW: yandere, (implied) forced breeding in the past, breastfeeding
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