#dang heng x reader

[gojoidyll]

Sunday joins the Astral Express, and Dan Heng gets easily jealous of how close you two are.

fem!reader

Dan Heng furrowed his brow as he watched you grab onto Sunday’s hand and tug him behind you, “come on! I’ll give you a tour!”

He was only brought out of his thoughts when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, she is just being nice to him.”

“Must she act so familiar with him though,” he fired back without even looking at Himeko who tried to comfort him the best she could.

Sighing a little, Himeko kept her small smile, “y/n probably just doesn’t want Sunday to feel alone. Before you and the others joined the Astral Express it was just her, Welt and me taking care of the Stellarons and trailblazing our own path. And she… was… always so distant. Broken almost. But then she met you and March and then Stelle joined too. And she finally started to smile again.”

Dan Heng fully turned towards Himeko then.

“All I’m saying,” she said continuing, “is that she just doesn’t want to isolate Sunday despite what has happened between all of us in Penacony.”

“And of course this is the main train car! We mainly gather up here when we’re about to warp.”

Dan Heng looked back to where you were his eyes once again training on how your hand held onto Sunday’s…, or was Sunday holding onto you. He huffed. He new is was petty, but he couldn’t stop feeling that jealousy well up inside of him as you continued to pull Sunday around.

“Hey, Dan Heng! Why so frowny?”

When you spotted him, you had immediately trotted over to him, Sunday in tow.

“I’m not frowny,” he said even as he didn’t do much to try to change his soured expression.

“Could have fooled me,” you tried to joke.

Sunday, all the while, was watching you both carefully. The weight of your palm in his hand becoming increasingly apparent as the pieces started to fall into place. You… were a bit oblivious, but he didn’t mind that. Dan Heng did though.

Well, whatever. Sunday was used to fighting for his place. So if he had to fight for your hand too, then so be it.

“Oh! Are we leaving now,” you said excitedly when PomPom’s voice broke out over the intercom to let everyone know they should prepare to warp.

Everyone else was already getting ready as you grabbed Dan Heng’s hand with your free one, “let’s all sit together!”

And even as you tugged them both along, their eyes caught one another instead. A silent rivalry formed instantaneously.

[darlingsaturn]

Sidekick / tour guide ! Reader in Star Rail

You know how Paimon is traveller’s guide/emergency food/sidekick/spokesperson/just their bestie? imagine if HST has their own Paimon too!

Reader is their Paimon without her appearance but they still float and behave like Paimon. They make snarky comments, dissing people that is rude to mc, making nicknames for their close friends, and so on.

Reader that follow after mc and is overly friendly to them only. And the other characters just watch in utter envy as the two talk for hours while trash diving.

Reader has weakness when it comes to food. So many characters use it to lure them away into their arms or just bribe them to spend time with them without mc around.

Jing Yuan ‘accidentally’ dropping snack while he walks away. Lmao like anyone would believe him when he made a trail from tasty snacks so reader would follow him.

Reader is a bit an airhead when they’re hungry, okay? Cut them some slack.

Gepard always having little candy on his pocket just incase he runs into the trio+his crush. Him always having to fight the attention of his beloved with his own sister because big sis is 🥵 and he’s worried about his future love life if reader chose big sis.

Blade getting the nickname something along the line of ‘mean jerk guy’ because reader can’t swear for the life of them.

But he secretly likes the stupid nickname, only because it’s from reader and he would always hide his smile with a smirk every time reader called him a nickname.

Okay married couple. Get a room🙄

Dan Heng is tired of reader. But only because they support the trash diving behavior of mc instead of stopping them. Like??? Stop the trailblazer pls???🤨

You know that one scene where Dan Heng was about to kiss— ehem, give MC CPR? Yeah?

Dang Heng and March 8th kiss reader atleast once each before they decide to help mc and reader to wake up fr.

Reader maybe getting hit on and suddenly mc has personal problem with this person.

Mc being the self proclaimed designated bodyguard for their own guide. Like what?? Such a lame excuse to get close to reader. But sure. Whatever you say, simp.

Sampo being absolute menace and reader dissing him under their breath and only the trio could hear them.

Welt being absolute softy and weak when it comes to reader pouty faces whenever they ask for allowance. The trio doesn’t even get daily allowance from him??? The favoritism😪

I love Paimon, pls write about this🥺 i’am on my knees and i’m begging.

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.

synopsis. dan heng, a person of very few words, has been meaning to confess his love, and even more so now as he prays you are not in love with someone else.

genre. fluff

for @diorlumx <3

dan heng x gn!reader.

a pair of cerulean hues eyed you as a laugh escaped your lips at another joke jing yuan made.

dan heng wasn’t one to get jealous, at least he considered himself not to be. but right now, watching you as you as he was, the vidyadhara couldn’t help the envy that crawled into the deepest layers of his skin.

“there was no reason to be bitter,” he’d told himself not too long ago, forcing himself to forget the way serval held you so closely to her. the blonde was naturally warm and physical with her affection, anyway.

but even if you likes one of them or someone else, it was something heng had anticipated from the very start. something he’d expected.

of course you would want someone with less emotional baggage, who wasn’t running away from their past. you’d most certainly favor a lover that made you laugh, smile and feel true happiness with.

anyone would want someone that wasn’t dan heng. an introvert, closed off individual; even a coward to some. whatever characteristics or titles he’d received throughout his travels. nobody wanted someone like that, and he accepted that.

and so, he told himself not to care so much if someday you did turn up at the express, hand in hand with somebody you deeply loved.

after all, it was your life to live and your choice, always. he would never ( ever ) take that away from you or chain you down to him.

however, the thought of you being in love with someone else.. without the knowledge of his feelings for you, stung him a little more than it should have.

with that in mind, the onyx haired boy did the last thing he would have ever caught himself doing.

with tentative steps towards you, he willed his lead filled legs to move, the beat of his heart thundering — echoing your name through his pointed ears.

dan heng wasn’t sure what came over him, let alone compelled him to muster the courage to grab you by the hand as he pulled you away from the albino haired general.

confusion replaced your initial cheeriness before turning into concern as you watched the male lead you elsewhere.

ever since his secret had been spilled for all eyes to see on the xianzhou luofu, he’d been acting off. which to you, was well, completely understandable. although it didn’t stop your worries as you slid your eyes to him. “dan heng?”

silence was his response as he looked ahead of him, thundering heart in his throat. what was he supposed to say? what was he meant to answer with that didn’t sound weird or out of character to say?

you took his lack of words as a sign to be quiet; patient. dan heng, you realized, required a bit of patience. if he didn’t want to say something, he would say it when he was ready. same with the appearance he hid all this time.

as you got a better look at him, you couldn’t help the warmth you felt on your cheeks despite the ocean breeze. he was beautiful. and he was forced into hiding all of his beauty, not that his norm wasn’t alluring to begin with.

when he reached a far enough- a safe enough spot, the aquamarine eyed male slowed his tracks, turning to face you properly. “i have,” he paused, taking in a breath before loosing it softly. “something i have been meaning to tell you for a long time now.”

your thoughts immediately went to the recent events — was he planning to stay on the luofu, now that he had been accepted among his people once more? no, you couldn’t jump to conclusions. “is it something bad?”

dan heng wasn’t certain. was it good? was it really just bad? it all depended on how you would see it. and if you thought it to be bad, the shame would probably haunt him until his dying days.

but he had to speak, now.

“i’m hoping it isn’t.” he answered finally, meeting your gaze again. it was now or never. “y/n, you are the light in the darkness i have lived in so long. the dreams that drive out my nightmares — and i have been afraid, so afraid of telling you.” the male began, steadying himself from fumbling with his words.

this was it. “that i have liked you for quite a long time now — and i just, wanted to tell you..” he paused, grasping his clothing. “before it was too late for me to say.”

as you processed his words, you were reminded of what jing yuan had said that made you laugh as you did. “i think there is more to what dan heng feels for you than what he leads on.” it was a joke, it had to be one. this was your stoic comrade you were talking about. he wasn’t one for romances and affection.

but as you weighed his confession, as it repeated in your head.. you realized more and more, that it wasn’t a joke. dan heng had his sarcastic comments, yes. but this, this wasn’t one of them.

this was him pulling the heart out of his throat and putting it in his hands, vulnerable and true, for you to see.

and now, it was your turn.

“well.. you’re just in time — you will always be on time.” you finally willed yourself to answer, reaching for his hands as you took a step towards him. “because it’s you — dan heng, that i’ll choose. no matter how long i have to wait- if i have to spend forever wondering.”

your hand slid to his cheek, bringing his eyes to yours. “in every life you might live or be reborn in — i will be there to say yes, and return the feelings i share with you.”

notes. this is so enchanted ( taylor’s version ) coded, it just felt fitting tbh.. such an iconic song like fellas ain’t nobody pouring their hearts out in music these days like my girlie taylor does. anyway, i hope you enjoyed luma! i apologize if it was short, i wrote this in several sittings since i’ve been on trip.. so i’m hoping it’s what you were looking for and that you enjoyed reading it!

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[joy-laufeyson]

Honkai Star Rail fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

・・・・・・ @ earthtooz's masterlist @ generalsmemories' masterlist @ kaiijo's masterlist

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Dan Heng

fluff / cold hands, warm heart

angst fluff / a promise of eternity

fluff / sunset glow

sfw / breathless

angst fluff / ephialtes

fluff / "down bad, huh?"

fluff / intertwined

angst fluff / sour grapes ⟶ ft. Blade (smau, masterlist, ongoing)

angst fluff / a special kind of love

fluff / clingy

fluff / au yule ball

angst fluff / "I thought I lost you"

Welt Yang

fluff / lost and found

Jing Yuan

fluff / general, this ain't a cat

fluff / of lattes and dozing generals

fluff / "how do I tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion?"

fluff / one more time

fluff / "admiral, the general is touch-deprived"

fluff / the general's hair

angst fluff / an immortal's delight

fluff /tranquility

fluff / take a chance (part 1)

fluff / take a little time (with me) (part 2)

Blade

angst sfw / bandaged heart

angst fluff / avoidance

fluff / boyfriend

angst fluff / don't go

angst / please do not doubt me

sfw / love red

fluff / absence

angst / stelarmate

Nanook

fluff / getting caught staring at you

Dr. Ratio

sfw / to love, to change

fluff / 3am confession

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Updated:12-March-2024

[creationsabyss]

Return To Stardust (Eternity Is Within Our Grasp)

A cosmos of stardust

Memories of a life never lived

Of a body that wasn't quite right

A companion to the one lost

Haunted by a vengeful past 

Bound to secrecy and silence

He waits for painful judgment 

But for the one born of starshine

Love and loyalty is not so easily lost

A beginning brought forth

From vicious destruction 

A fate once damned 

Blooms ever faithful

Two souls lost in the abyss

At last find their way back home

[seoulmatez]

𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉

being a bad influence can have its benefits. . .

• dan heng x f!reader ﾉ 1.5k wc ﾉ NSFW minors do not interact ﾉ college au ﾉ public sex ﾉ unprotected sex ﾉ creampie

A hazy fog fills Dan Heng's head as he breathes in your moans and the familiar taste of mint lingering on your tongue. Your kiss is hypnotizing, so much so that the little focus he is able to muster up is on the way your finger twirls around the dark tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck rather than the precarious situation the two of you are in. Because while Dan Heng can admit that the feel of your clothed pussy grinding into his thigh is heavenly, he knows that this isn’t an activity you should be getting up to in the library.

The spell you seem to have cast on him is strong though, his cock already half-hard, twitching and leaking precum thanks to your ministrations. Regardless of his effort to keep quiet, a broken moan drifts through the otherwise silent air with a particularly strong tug of his hair. A string of spit connects the two of you even after your lips have parted and only breaks when you lustfully lick your lips.

“I have to get back to work,” Dan Heng pants, a hand coming up to push the hair back from his forehead. He hadn’t meant to get so sidetracked, especially on the clock, but he didn’t think you’d be so bold as to drag him away under the ruse of needing help finding a book for class. The logical part of his brain was urging him to turn you down when your pillowy soft lips pressed against his, although the taste of your tongue was too sweet, tempting, for him to even consider pulling away. He thinks this short moment of clearheadedness might be his best bet for regaining his resolve.

You poke your puffy lip out in a petulant pout, fingers dancing over the fabric covering his abdomen. Despite the barrier, you can feel the muscles of his abdomen nervously jump at your contact. “Aww, but I’m already so worked up.”

“We can’t—not now,” he chokes out, taking your wandering hands in his. They’re soft and even though the touch is meant to restrain, it’s more enticing than anything. Still, Dan Heng knows that if he lets you go, you’ll be all over him again in a second. “Baby, I really have to go.”

The words he utters send you one message, though his body relays another. His hold intended to deter is much more comforting than he realizes—thumbs brushing over the hills and valleys of your knuckles. A pink hue resembling cotton candy colors the tips of his ears and paints the apples of his cheeks. and, as much as he’s trying to overlook it, you just can’t ignore the growing bulge in his pants that’s practically begging for your attention. Seeing him, feeling him, in such a state only fuels your arousal. “We’ll be quick… pretty please?”

Your plea is sickeningly sweet, the desperate words dripping with honey that makes it impossible for Dan Heng to do anything but give in. He bends at your will, like putty in your hands, spinning so that your positions are switched. Your back meets the bookshelf with a soft thud before Dan Heng sandwiches you between him and the surface. A surprised gasp escapes your lips as his arm hooks the back of your knees over his elbow, his other hand making work of bunching up your skirt and pulling your dampened panties to the side.

The cool rush of air over your cunt is enough to make you suck in a breath as Dan Heng swiftly pulls out his cock from the confines of his sweatpants. He can’t hide the shaky, satisfied sigh that stumbles past his lips while he spreads the beads of pre up and down his member. You let out another noise upon feeling the tip tapping against your clit.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” Dan Heng asks, though desire is thick in his own voice.

“Look who’s—” your retort is cut short when the length of his cock slips between your soaking folds, the head teasing your entrance. Any imaginable words die in your throat as he inches into you. Slowly, excruciatingly so, his hips rock back and forth, each rut sending him a little deeper into the warmth of your walls until his hips kiss yours. 

Every inch of Dan Heng's skin burns with the lewd squelches that waft through the quiet air of the library. Your position, him caging you against the bookcase and shielding you from the view of any lingering patrons, is nothing shy of indecent and the little noises bubbling up from your throat, pitchy whines and shattered breaths, are only making the man feel all the more wicked for indulging in such an obscene fantasy.

Heat pools in your tummy as you stretch to accommodate the girth of him, and it spreads beneath your skin, setting your nerves on fire, with each of Dan Heng's tender thrusts. He never fails to draw a reaction out of you, this one presenting itself in the form of a choked-out curse that rings through the air.

“Shh,” Dan Heng hushes you, the demand unstable as though he’s having trouble holding back his own moans. “Y-you have to be quiet.”

The vibrations of his voice only excite you more, make you arch your back and let out another noise of content, one that, although not entirely intentional, is even louder than the last. It’s rare for students to stay so late on this floor, much less the anthropology section, but the last thing Dan Heng wants is for either of you to be caught in such an inappropriate situation. There’s only one thing he can do to ensure that the two of you stay unnoticed.

The hand that’s been resting on your waist swiftly lifts from its position in favor of making its way to your mouth. Lithe fingers slip between your lips, pressing down on the wet muscle in a hurried attempt to keep you quiet.

It works for the most part, your moans and whimpers muffled. Though, for both you and Dan Heng, the new sensation acts as fuel for the fire that is your lust. Because when you suck at his fingers—drool around the digits—Dan Heng’s waning patience fades into nothing and his easy pace is traded in for something more frenzied, desperate.

You’re a bad influence.

You’re the one thing in this world that Dan Heng can’t deny, the one person in the universe who’s capable of turning him into someone he barely recognizes. But the truth is, all it takes is a whisper from you, the temptress, to convert Dan Heng into a man who wants nothing more than to please. Right now, all he wants is to bring you to that sweet release that you so fiercely desire.

Skin meets skin when Dan Heng's forehead bumps against yours, when his hips grind against yours in his effort to bring you pleasure. The change of pace comes without warning and you babble around his fingers as he continues with his merciless rhythm, the seeping head of his cock abusing the spongy spot that always makes you come undone.

Cock throbbing and your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, Dan Heng snatches his fingers from your mouth to replace them with his lips, hungrily swallowing your wanton moans as he rolls his crotch into your clit that he’s been overlooking. Your eyes gloss over at the contact and just one look into them is all it takes for Dan Heng to tell that your head is clouded with pleasure and that the only thing on your mind is how drunk you are on his cock.

It’s a delicious sight that draws a heavy groan from Dan Heng's chest while he continues to rut up into you. The noisy slaps of skin on skin filling your ears has you tightening your hold on your lover, chasing his swollen lips to silence the cries threatening to spill from yours.

And he can feel your walls clench around him, feel your thighs uncontrollably tremble as pleasure overcomes you. The warmth of your breath tickles his mouth, dances over his tongue and lips as his thrusts lose their rhythm and turn sloppy. Following your lead, he plunges into you entirely, ropes of his creamy white essence filling your messy cunt.

His seed oozes from you, drips down your plush thighs and the length of his cock. Dan Heng cringes at the scene before him but you don’t reflect his apprehension. With a carefree smile, you tuck your finger beneath his chin, tipping his head up so that glacier eyes meet yours. Almost immediately, his expression softens.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.”

No, it wasn’t, Dan Heng wants to agree, but he keeps it to himself as he shakes his head and carefully returns you to a standing position. Like the gentleman he is, he adjusts your underwear and skirt in a way that makes it seem like you never stopped for this naughty escapade. As he rights himself and ties the string of his sweatpants into a neat bow, Dan Heng comments, “We could have waited until the end of my shift.”

You breathe out a laugh, placing a surprisingly chaste kiss on his jaw. “Where’s the fun in that?”

manon here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[thedemises]

——— CLOUDHYMN MAGIC。 ★ dan heng.

note; og idea — this felt so awkward writing this.... i always write stuff from my perspective to get a sorta realistic and reasonable outcome(? does it make sense yet) but bro— :((

“where are you going?”

just as you had already stood up, dan heng was instantly alerted by the sudden emptiness from your spot of the shared bed. his eyelids threatening to close once again, he still had enough energy to look over his shoulder to gaze at your standing figure.

“uh, to get some water?” you respond, though it sounds uncertain as if you're answering to dan heng's question with another question. “I'm just somewhat thirsty,”

he simply stares at you for some second when a soft sigh escapes his lips, sitting up from his lying position and cups his palms together into the shape of bowl — eventually summoning in water, filling up the empty space of his palms using cloudhymn magic. you're not too surprised, considering dan heng is a part of the vidyadhara species; just disguising as a human to conceal his past.

you blink as he tells you, “you have to don't leave, just drink from my hand instead.” it was a rather blunt response but since it might as well just be a faster option to clench your thirst than getting up to go somewhere else to drink, you decide upon selecting the first one.

reluctantly, you sit back down on the mattress and lean in close to sip the water contained in dan heng's cupped hands — it's understandable since said water came from his cloudhymn magic (and I am unsure if whether or not this water is safe to drink or even have beneficial effects from what I read from the wiki, but let's say it's alright to drink for the sake of this plot for christ's sake—).

he quietly remained patient throughout the entire process as you drank from his hands. by the end, you had finished the water he provided using his cloudcry ability — your throat is noticeably much clearer from the uncomfortable dryness you felt before.

“better?” he enquires, lowering his hands down to his lap. to which you nod and wipe your mouth in the process. “the water tasted quite fine, thank you by the way,”

the way the corners of his lips quirk up expresses his slight contentment from your satisfied expression. he lays back against his pillow, and you follow suit moments later — the two of you lie comfortably together in bed, settling in for the night. you faintly hear dan heng murmur near your ear, "you're welcome. good night," just before you drift off to sleep.

you slept peacefully through the night, your throat clear and comforted by dan heng's presence by your side. for the first time in a while, everything felt just right.

© thedemises 2024. do not copy, steal, feed to ai, or claim as your own for my sake please. attempting to do any of those is just wrong.

[yandere-romanticaa]

The subtle cool air hit the back of your neck as you stood next to a giant tower of various documents, all of which needed tending to but it wasn't that urgent.

However, Dang Heng had other plans in store for this particular evening.

The man was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. No one in the Express really understood him and after a while they didn't care to do so. In their eyes, Dang Heng was a hard and diligent worker, a good person to rely on if times got tough. All he required was that the people around him respected him and his need for privacy, nothing more, nothing less. His demands, if you could even call them that, were alright on paper. Any respectable person could easily keep their distance.

Which is precisely why Dang Heng couldn't figure out just what your deal was. You took every chance you could to be with him - telling him to sleep, wash up or have a meal. Sometimes you would ask him to play a game with you and maybe, if he felt like it, he would indulge you. It was fun and dare he say, even relaxing. He found comfort in your smile and overall attitude, a stark contrast to his own broody and calculated one. He would never say it out loud but Dang Heng started to rely on you. He would wait for you to wake up and would gladly eat breakfast with you, lunch too and what the hell, why not dinner also? He would always give you his share of the food, claiming that he wasn't hungry but that was a lie. He just liked to give you little things that could make you smile.

His heart would soften at the sight of you and it took everything in his willpower to not do something which could be considered unprofessional behavior. You were still colleagues at the end of the day and things needed to stay curt.

It didn't matter that you extended the same kindness to others as well. It didn't matter that his chest would get tight with worry and fear whenever another crew member got too close to you for his liking. He had no reason to feel this way, it was ridiculous.

Even so, if it really was so ridiculous, why did his fingers itch to grab his weapon and skewer whoever touched you?

[elvestoneanzelote1]

Hello!! I really love your work, since I saw Honkai Star Rail... You can write then can I ask you to write Caelus x fem reader who is from Herta Space Stations.

That's all please write it, since it is my first time writing this.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭.

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴.

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You were one of the Herta space station members that helped out Asta... Well, you most likely are good at self-defence enough to defeat some of the attackers but... It wasn't enough when you were surrounded.

That day was as clear as water... The Trailblazer who came to save you on time.

With a smash of his bat the monster disappears.

"Hey... Are you alright?" His voice asked you as your gaze fell up and nodded while holding the cards close to you.

He doesn't know why you have cards on you not until March 7th hugged you.

"Y/n!! I thought I would not see you again after we got separated!" She said while snuggling closer to your neck as you smiled a bit reassuring March that you were fine.

"..." Caelus stood awkwardly as he took notice of your appearance... Your h/c hair was not that rare among the people present but your eyes was simply e/c coloured with the pupils been green clover like.

"Who... May you be?" You asked unsurely as March smile and beckon hit Caelus in the back who flinch.

"My name's Caelus"

"He seems to have short-term memory loss... Say y/n have you ever seen him on the space station?" March asks as you stare at Caelus who... Somehow feel slightly flustered by your unblinking stare yet you quickly smile.

"No I have not... But I guess I don't look around much"

"I suppose... Where were you heading off to?" March asked as you told her you were heading to the storage room to take some supplies for taking care of the repairmen.

"We were going to the elevator," March said as you nod.

"I'm sure Himeko and all will be there"

"Be sure to come since we don't often stay in space station we have a lot to chat about!" March said as you smile softly and nod.

"Be careful on your way... Both of you" you replied as March smiled brightly and waved while walking away while Caelus stood unsurely..

You tilt your head to side confuse as he smiles a bit, "sorry for the trouble... But..."

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if-"

"Caelus! Hurry before more monsters come!" Match shouted as Caelus sweatdrop and shook his head slightly.

"Can we meet again?"

"Huh? Sure... I will be present at the space stations"

Caelus smile and walk away waving as you stood there slight confuse yet quickly left to get the supplies.

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"Asta... The supplies are brought..." You said as Asta beamed happily and ask if you were in short of trouble or not... In slightly worried tone.

As you told her about what have happen, as Himeko smile and thank for the contribution which make you flustered.

"I..."

"I have done the task given by the others" a voice interrupted as you turn to notice Caelus whose eyes widen slightly yet he quickly smiles at you then face at Asta.

"I'm sure we have some time to spare" March said as Dang Heng nod in acknowledgement.

You smile and nod about to ask how they are after facing off the other enemies.

Until the alarmed went red.

As the enemies try to attack neutralizing all defence.

"Take the express and leave" Asta said as the others nod Caelus eyes flickered on yours as you told them to leave immediately to the express.

"Y/n Tell the others to Evacuate quickly"

"On it Asta" you replied and rush away to evacuate the others people who cannot fight or defend themselves.

With a swift of your card you make the enemy into a card of glass that shatter defeating them.

As you immediately help around for others to leave.

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"Miss Herta welcome back" you replied in relief that the strongest enemy was defeated by The Trailblazers.

"Y/n! You seem like you have drank a lot of caffeine" Herta mention as you smile a bit.

"I guess so... Miss Himeko will be upstairs"

"Well... I surely hope things will settle. Take a rest you need it... Beside if one of the fighter lose its strength I can't fight off all you know"

"Alright Miss Herts I will... Keep in mind to rest"

Herta left as March ended up taking you to chat as you found out Dang Heng was helping Arlan.

As Caelus was helping Herta in simulating universe of sortm

As you ended up taking slight break with March who told you about her journey of recent travels.

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"I can manage" you replied to Caelus who shook his head and hold onto the supplies.

"I want to help as much as I can"

"That's... Very kind of you" you said smiling abit as Caelus smile back helping you out on the works.

"If I'm not wrong you are leaving in express right?" You asked as Caelus said he doesn't know and haven't decided yet.

"What about you? Will you leave if you get the chance?"

"Well yes... I want to go around the universe.."

Caelus nod while in thought and ask, "so why not travel together?"

You quickly refused.

He was confuse by your dismissal.

He later on even ask March, Himeko, Mr Yang and even Dang Heng about you.

"Seem like someone have a crush" Said March teasing Caelus who quickly refused.

He find out you help around the space station ad worker too... And you also fight.

Herta also seems to speak fondly of you.

There are two type of Caelus ending.

One yandere as he fall deeply for you second normal crush ending.

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In yandere ending he will stay back in Herta space station leading to the missing of the astral express which you were disheartened by the fact they may have died.

Caelus will often stay beside you and help around and in no time become closest to you.

One way or another Herta will find out but for her it doesn't matter if Caelus like you too much.

As long as he is not a murderer thanfully he isn't.

Unless someone push his button to the point of harming you then let's say some monster present have killed that person.

No one will know eventually.

It is either that person is too... Rude and make people life difficulty.

As somehow you may or may not be fall in love with him.

Which can go good or bad way...

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In normal ending

He will text you often while in astral express.

He will try to be much more into texting and all if he is busy on worlds he won't be able to talk for two or three days.

I think this one have more likely to be delusional type to think you also like him a lot.

I mean who will reply to someone who often bother? And he will surely purpose you one day when he returns back to space station.

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A:n- that's all good day/night to all

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

notes. blurbs including several characters ( favorites of sky’s ) that i feel would suit certain songs of the album, speak now ( taylor’s version ).

genre. fluff, mild angst ( dan heng’s ), suggestive ( wriothesley’s )

for @melukonova <3

ft. hajime iwaizumi, tooru oikawa, wriothesley, ajax ( tartaglia / childe ), dan heng ( kinda dan feng )

gender neutral! reader

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. sparks fly.

+ about. sparks fly tells the story of someone who fell in love with someone they feel they shouldn’t have a crush on. they’re a ‘bad idea’.. and yet there is so much chemistry to be found, it might as well be a ‘good idea’. they cannot help what they feel for them, and pursue regardless of the odds.

+ hajime knew it was a bad idea, falling for his best friend’s sibling, but it was even worse for you to fall for your brother’s best friend. tooru would have your throat if he had found out about that summer festival you’d attended with him in secret. still, no matter how much you avoided your crush and willed yourself not to seek or pursue him, it was impossible when in contact with those green eyes that haunt you when he isn’t around. his presence alone hypnotizes you, and the fear of the consequences, should things go wrong, make you want to run from it all. you couldn’t bear to never be allowed around him, it would break the both of you and you knew it. however, when he called you up one night, telling you to drop everything and meet him in the pouring rain, two in the morning on the last day of summer, you came running. not being able to hold back from kissing him on the sidewalk, sparks flying as you notice that heart-stopping smile on his lips, burning away your fears.

+ “cuz i see sparks fly, whenever you.. smile.”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. enchanted.

+ about. enchanted tells the story of someone having a crush so grand, it brings forth this magical feeling that makes them feel as though they are living a fairytale. their crush is so amazing, they’re certain to have other suitors.. which makes it all the more imperative to express the words they held back.

+ tooru forced another laugh and smile to get through the night, because real ones had been more of an effort to make than usual since entering high school. girls swarmed him per usual, something his friends were displeased about. hajime, more so than anyone else, pitched a ball at his head. through the squeals of concern, tooru let out a whine before whirling around to see where hajime had been — and there you were. across the room, from him, your eyes expressing if you had ever met before. whatever grudge the setter held faded into nothing as he made his way towards you, utterly enchanted, and he could tell you were, too. conversation felt like a breeze, his smiles and laughter genuine for a change. you wondered to yourself how the tooru oikawa was standing in front of you right now, like a dream come true. he could be talking to just about anyone; there were people waiting on him.. and yet, he was, with you, eyeing you like you were the stars in his sky.

+ “wondering if you knew.. i was enchanted to meet you!”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. i can see you.

+ about. i can see you tells the story of someone having a crush on another within a professional environment, that makes it somewhat difficult to pursue a relationship. both sides wonder what would happen if the simple touches and brushes became a full on relationship.. and so they try it out.

+ wriothesley brushed past you in the hallway, a signal you had learned well over the course of your hidden relationship. within fontaine’s professional fields, he was the duke of the fortress of meropide, while you were but a supplier from the overworld, providing the required materials and equipment for the production floor. but behind closed curtains, off the stage you both took on day to day, it was all fervor. suppressed want and feelings for one another that could only pop out so often, given how busy you both were. a simple note passed to you saying ‘meet me tonight’ was all it took to have you racing down to the depths of fontaine under the guise of a delivery, when truly — it ended with you up against the wall with him. there, wriothesley would mutter into your ear how addicting you are, his hands traveling to hold you against him as you’re whispering back how he feels like a secret mission, a thrill on each occasion you can see him.

+ “baby, if you only knew.. that i can see you.”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. mine.

+ about. mine tells the story of someone who runs away from love out of fear of being let down once more by another break up. however this particular time, doesn’t quite end in another goodbye, the only thing they have ever known. rather, a vow is spoken, promising to never leave them alone.

+ ajax found himself in a tough spot when you suddenly began avoiding him, always having some sort of excuse not to meet up with him. it was strange to say the least, not exactly something he would expect to come from you. up until now, things had been blissful. the best relationship he’s had, which he came to treasure greatly. in the beginning, sure you were uncertain of him, given his background, but you realized you didn’t care, and wished to make things work with him. right now, he isn’t so sure. half passed two, he showed up at your house when you ignored his letters asking to get together. he knocks once, and then twice, only to find you leaving out the side door. adrenaline fueled him, well aware of the dangers to be encountered in your run as he dashed after you, calling out for you to stop running. when you did, you braced yourself for the goodbye, the only response you’d known.. and it doesn’t come. rather, it was the words you’d heard only in dreams.

+ “you are the best thing.. that’s ever been mine!”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. timeless.

+ about. timeless tells the story of relationship put through circumstances that would tear them apart in every single life. however both lovers would still be intertwined and together in every timeline, regardless of the situation fated to separate one from the other.

+ dan heng remembered only flashes of the life his ancestor lived and whatever many lives that came before his. one thing he found in all of them, was you. he recalled the memories of dan feng the best, having noted the presence of another at his side, whom he held dearly to his heart, as if he was afraid to be separated from them again. and yet, there was also this lack of fear on his face, as though he had known he would see that cherished lover of his again in the next life he led. when dan heng found you at the luofu, he found himself freezing for reasons he could not comprehend at first. but now, having recollected everything, he understood. as if to confirm his suspicions, you remembered, too. no matter the occurrence that took place in your lives, that would have separated the both of you, the cycle of rencountering continued. and the feelings? unchanged. as you were inseparable — timeless to the very core.

+ “we would have been timeless.”

notes. hi queen here you go speak no-ow ( ellie’s version ) woo<3 i tried to include as many favs as i could with what little romance songs i listen to on speak now bc haunted is um.. painful, so is castles crumbling</3 anyway i hope you likes the post and that the songs chosen for the guys are to your likings :’)

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[thatonejingyuanenthusiast]

DanCae + dragon Dan Heng and maid dress Caelus!

[areislol]

being transported into their world

►— pairings. honkai star rail men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. nothing really, not proof read 🙅🏻‍♀️, caelus is the trailblazer, romantic but you can see it was platonic if you want to! girls in the astral express are mentioned for a bit, i mentioned both dan heng and imbibitor lunae so don't mind that! mentions of self attempt/bodily harm for blade, boothill is ooc probably, spoilers of penacony quest, skipping herta space station (will be mentioned in other chapters though!), sahau (self aware honkai au)

►— synopsis. their beloved creator, the one who created many worlds, including theirs, had yet to return after thousands of years. but lately, they've been experiencing strange things, feeling like a heavenly, divine figure loomed over them. could it possibly be their one and only creator?

►— a/n. i've been thinking about a self-aware au but a honkai star rail version for a couple of weeks now after my reverse isekai'd genshin sagau series. also this may be a bit biased towards dang feng (imbibitor lunae) because uh i like him, maybe you can tell?

►— wordcount. 4.5k

part 2

for days they've felt uncomfortable, well, slightly. it only began to happen a couple of months ago when they felt as if something, no... someone was controlling their every movement and choice.

during their adventures, they felt an unsettling sensation creep upon them like a shadow in the night—a feeling of being watched, of a presence looming over their every move.

the presence was overwhelming, their body would stiffen, and they felt as if something like a heavy, invisible blanket was casted upon them.

at first, the passengers in the astral express dismissed it as mere paranoia, attributing it to the heightened tension of their journey or maybe the warping effects in the train. but as days passed and the sensation persisted, they couldn't shake off the unnerving feeling that they were not alone, that someone or something was observing their every action.

at times, they would catch fleeting whispers carried by the wind, faint voices that echoed in the corners of their minds. yet, despite their efforts, they could never make out the words, the words slipping through their grasp like elusive dreams.

as the feeling grew more pronounced, thoughts began to gnaw at their consciousness. who or what could possibly be speaking to them? why is it that every now and then they would feel a sudden boost and surge of power?

they knew deep down that the only being in the universe could make them feel that was,it could be no other than their creator.

the mere thought that their creator was dropping hints of their arrival was exciting. and only when the astral express crew noticed how each and every one of them felt the same exact things—looking around the moment they heard a voice, their body in sync as they tensed up... it was all too coincidental not to notice.

as they talked with one another and pieced the puzzle pieces together, using the information they found along the way travelling to each region, it all became clear.

it was a pivotal moment in their journey, the truth was revealed. in a flash of realization, they discovered that the presence they felt, the elusive voice they heard, was none other than their creator—the architect of their existence, the mastermind behind their trials and tribulations.

dan heng, himeko, welt, march and caelus had a hunch that it was their beloved creator, it couldn't be anyone else. everything added up, everything made sense. they acted like mad scientists, scurrying to their rooms and digging around every nook and cranny of their room, finding any evidence and papers that mentioned you, the creator.

as they all met up back on the train they carefully placed each and every newspaper and article about you. they had to make sure that it was really you. some of the articles that dan heng bought were from way back, thousands of years ago, he refused to tell anyone where he had gotten them from.

"in the vast expanse of the universe, where time flowed like a meandering river and galaxies danced in an eternal cosmic ballet, there existed a being unlike any other—a being known simply as a creator. born out of the primordial chaos, the creator was a solitary entity who traversed the endless void, seeking purpose in a universe devoid of meaning.

for millennia, the creator roamed the expanse, witnessing the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the ebb and flow of cosmic energies. yet, amidst the vastness of space and time, the creator found itself consumed by an overwhelming sense of ennui, a profound boredom that gnawed at their very essence.

then, the creator embarked on a journey of creation—a quest to fill the void with worlds of its own design, to sculpt realities from the raw clay of the cosmos. with a mere thought, the creator breathed life into barren planets, adorned them with oceans and mountains, and populated them with a myriad of creatures both strange and wondrous.

as creator delved deeper into their newfound passion, they discovered a love for the act of creation—a love that transcended time and space, a passion that ignited a fire within its soul. with each world it fashioned, each story it crafted, the creator found solace in the act of shaping reality, in the sheer joy of bringing something new into existence.

for six thousand years, the creator laboured tirelessly, weaving tapestries of worlds and galaxies, each one a testament to its boundless imagination and creative prowess. from the smallest blade of grass to the mightiest empires, the creator poured their heart and soul into every facet of creation, infusing each world with a unique charm and character all its own.

yet, amidst the infinite expanse of its creations, the creator remained a solitary figure—a godlike being adrift in a sea of its own making, forever yearning for companionship in a universe devoid of peers. and so, the creator continued their eternal quest, weaving worlds out of boredom and growing a love and passion for creation that would endure for eternity. and we, this universe, was crafted by none other than the creator, the place we call home. it is said that only after six thousand will the creator return to us, to watch over us once more."

the article itself looked worn, it wasn't signed by anyone, and no one knew who wrote it, or how they got the information. but it seemed plausible. millenniums... it has been well over six thousand years, it was about time the creator descended.

they had to be prepared, they had to tell the rest of their friends and families, the world. as much as they would like to keep the information to themselves they knew that you deserved a much better, bigger and more beautiful welcome.

sampo, gepard and luka were more than stunned and nervous, to say the least. their creator... was finally returning back? upon hearing the news from caelus they were sceptical at first, deep down they really wanted to see you in your glory, to finally meet the creator, but at the same time, it was nerve-wracking.

what should they say? what should they do in preparation and celebration? what gifts and offers should they give to you? nothing would do. they were positive that anything they bought, even if it got them in debt, would suffice. you deserved more than a measly couple of dishes and the most delicate and fitting garnets.

it was embarrassing really, their hearts racing as they tried their best to think of what to bring to your feet. but one thing they all had in common was their loyalty to you. if it was their life you wanted then so be it.

sampo is sampo, he was sure that his creator's glory and attractiveness were over the top, he would be sure to compliment you as many times as his mouth could allow, but he was sure that your beauty would be intimidating. no matter your looks your presence was more than enough.

gepard is nervous. his mind is full of "what ifs" and "what should i.." not even his sister can calm him down. every morning and night when he closes his eyes he's anticipating the day his sister barges into his room, yelling that the creator had finally descended. although he isn't quite sure of what to offer you he knows that whenever you need him, whatever you call him for he will be there in less than a minute, by your side or feet if you prefer.

whatever you ask of him, whatever favour you need from, he will never say no.

luka on the other hand is absolutely pumped to meet you! he had heard stories of you when he was a child, and from the stories told by the adults they described you as a kind being, who soon fell in love with the art, beauty and joy of creating. well, their most favourite was creating worlds.

he was absolutely sure that you would be the most kindest, heavenly person he had ever met, what was there to worry about now? luka knew that if he ever laid eyes on you he would fall in love no doubt, he would do anything for you. maybe you would agree to watch his wrestling matches?

jing yuan, blade, imbibitor lunae, and luocha are the most excited of all, sure, everyone is elated to finally meet you with their very own eyes. but them? oh lord... they all believe to be your worshipper, having heard tales of you from their parents, this alone caused them to be awe and love-struck with you.

they were a firm believer in you, you did no wrong in their eyes. all your actions and words were justified. they followed your principles, they made sure to announce their presence every time they came to your altar and placed down the most expensive jewels, dishes and gifts. (they had a shrine of you at home don't worry)

jing yuan was the one of the firsts to get hints that you were finally returning, the divine foresight fu xuan always looked so weary and cautious, but as time grew she began to be more... happy and elated, yet everytime he questioned her she was tense up and smile like it was nothing. and only when he pried did she say that she saw things, saw a blurred face, and heard a voice. "don't be alarmed... i'm here to tell you that.."

he made sure that everyone who worked under him and every prominent person knew of this, he began to make preparations of your arrival, he cancelled all meetings and plans, only focusing on you and your arrival. everything had to be perfect. he had even forgotten about the wanted criminal blade. jing yuan booked the most fanciest restaurant for a month max, he wasn't sure when you were coming, of course, so a month it was.

jing yuan prepared every entertainment and paid the orchestra, he wanted everything to be perfect, even the most minuscule details.

blade's loyalty was and is only for you and only you. he may be cold and stone-hearted (we all know it's false) but if it's you... whatever you ask for he will do it no doubt. he refuses to take orders from a stranger even if it is his friend, but if it's you? say no more. blade knew you were a kind soul, you needed protection from the other so-called "enemies" (he proclaimed it!).

he swore that you saved his life, years ago when everything was tumbling down, when his feelings got the better of him, he tried doing the unthinkable, as he blacked out he suddenly "saw" something.. a beacon of light, it was magical and airy, he tried his best to grasp onto the light but obviously could not.

it floated further and further away, and he followed it, his eyes glued only on the beacon of light. as it stopped moving, so did he, he continued staring at the light as it shrank into a ball, it didn't speak, it didn't look anywhere, it stayed there. suddenly he woke up, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. what was that?

sweat clung to his forehead when jingliu found him, concerned she rushed over to him, he refused to say a single word. he was left perplexed. what was the ball of light? why did he feel so at ease? why did it only appear after he...

he would make it his mission to meet you before the rest do other than the astral express crew and become your bodyguard, even if you deny his offer he will stick with you no matter what. of course, he would respect your boundaries but he knew that you didn't have the heart to deny anyone, especially your creation.

imbibitor lunae absolutely adores you, even if he was reincarnated the memories still pass on. and the tales being told by the grown-ups were famous around his area and still is. from the earliest days of his existence, tales of the creator had woven themselves into the fabric of his consciousness, painting a portrait of a being of boundless kindness and infinite compassion.

as a child, imbibitor lunae had listened with rapt attention to stories passed down through generations, tales of the creator's benevolence and the miracles they wrought upon the world. and in the quiet moments of the night, he would gaze up at the starry expanse above, whispering prayers to the creator, his heart overflowing with admiration and reverence.

when news of the creator's imminent return after six thousand years reached his ears, his heart soared with unbridled joy. in no time he set about preparing for your arrival, pouring his heart and soul into crafting the perfect gifts to present to his divine benefactor.

drawing inspiration from the tales of old, he fashioned intricate trinkets and tokens of his affection, each one imbued with his unwavering devotion and love. amidst the swirling maelstrom of feelings, one thing remained constant: his unwavering love for the creator.

imbibitor swore that once he felt or sensed a sign that would be arriving he would immediately act, he would be the first to meet and lay his eyes on your divine figure. slap him as many times as you want if you found it rude, he would only thank you.

luocha, despite remaining calm and composed on the outside, internally, he was freaking OUT. luocha found himself grappling with a myriad of conflicting thoughts and emotions. on one hand, he felt a profound sense of excitement at the prospect of meeting the creator, the architect of his existence and the source of all that he held dear.

yet, on the other hand, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of inadequacy, the fear of not being able to live up to your expectations.

his mind raced with a flurry of possibilities. what gifts would you appreciate? what could he offer to express his gratitude and reverence for the being who had breathed life into his world? with each passing moment, the weight of the impending meeting pressed down upon him like a heavy burden, filling him with a sense of anxiety.

despite his inner turmoil, luocha maintained a facade of calm and composure, determined not to let his anxieties show. with a steely resolve, he set about meticulously planning and preparing for your arrival, carefully considering every detail in his quest to find the perfect gift.

he even resorted to asking the children about what gifts he should bring, and yes, they did laugh at him but helped him nonetheless.

from ornate trinkets to rare treasures, luocha spared no effort in his search for the ideal offering, pouring his heart and soul into each carefully chosen item. yet, even as he laboured tirelessly to ensure that everything was perfect, doubts continued to gnaw at the edges of his mind, although one thing was for sure, if you didn't like any of his gifts he wouldn't be upset rather, maybe all you wanted was his whole body and life, and he would not hesitant once to give it up for you.

they all couldn't wait to meet you.

aventurine, sunday, gallagher and boothill are freaking out. horribly. mainly aventurine.. once the news had reached them from the astral express that it was possible (about 98%) that you were the comet arriving in a week... oh boy were they NERVOUS. everything HAD to be perfect. they had everything to thank you for, during their life and death situation they were lucky enough to survive—thanks to you.

it was only natural to return the favour, you created them, their personality, their arms, legs, their body, you sculpted their face, you made them. you made the very world they live in right now, the world they call home... they were sure you were by their side, making them make the right decisions and the right thing. aventurine? oh, the amount of MONEY he will spend buying everything he thinks you'd like, the fanciest, most elegant and most expensive shoes, clothing and accessories. he would rent out an entire week or months of work at a restaurant if you'd like to dine alone or with a couple of people. he knows his luck is a part of him, he can only pray that he'll meet you first with his luck.

sunday... just the sound of your name makes him tear up. he could've sworn that one time you spoke to him, your other-worldly echoing voice speaking to him directly about the loss of his dear sister. and here he stood in his room, looking out the window, and in the far distant a light shimmering as it swiftly dived down. a shooting star. he knows that with everyone getting the news they're all aiming to be the first to meet you, and trust me, he does want to meet you FIRST. the second you land he'll be there right with you and guiding you to safety—penacony.

but first, he must pinpoint where exactly you'll land. and with his power and influence he will most definitely try his best to find you and be sure to hide you from everyone else... he needs you, desperately.

gallagher and boothill have exactly the same thoughts. to present themselves good to you and spend every minute and second with you. but with everyone gossiping and spreading rumours about your arrival it's hard to be unique. everyone wants to be with you, everyone wants your favour. but they could never worship you as much as them. they had dreamed of this moment, it seemed unreal to meet their own creator but nonetheless, they clung to their hope and boy did it not go to waste.

boothill basically pauses any mission he needs to complete, that can wait. you are eternal. he's practically on edge with the fact that at any moment the comet would crash through and there you'd be, dozing peacefully.. like an angel. he won't hesitate to cause some trouble or initiate some violence if it means that they don't get to see you first.

gallagher on the other hand tries to stay hidden and in the shadows. of course, he'd like to meet you face to face but with the feeling of an overwhelming and looming divine presence, it's all too much. and if that's too much then what would he feel when you stand right before him? he's like an overprotective dog, fiercely loyal and clingy. even if you can't spot him he'll be right there, lurking and watching.

dr. ratio and argenti are absolutely and 100% loyal and would do EVERYTHING in their power to meet you, even a glance would do, anything to feed their curiosity and desperate need to know the creator. so when they get wind that you were supposedly descending down... they freeze on the spot, their breath hitches as their eyes widen. could it really be?

dr. ratio was always a curious boy, and he has you to thank for giving him consciousness and the opportunities to venture out and earn knowledge and eventually spreading his knowledge to his students (preaching i guess you can say). he's a bit biased when it comes to talking about you to his friends or students, and speaking your name in a more positive light, not that anyone minds, if anything they agree!

although he isn't much of a gifter or "i'll spend my money on you" he's more of a "anything you want just tell me". if you told him to drop his precious books to come and tend to your needs he would do it in a heartbeat.

to argenti you are the standard and epitome of "beauty". the beauty he has been searching for his entire life. he intends to shower you with compliments and roses freshly picked by hand unless you're allergic or not a fan of flowers, fear not! compliments should do! be ready to be bombarded with such positivity, compliments and gifts from the knight of beauty.

anything you wish for he will try his utmost best to get it done perfectly and quickly. "your hair looks so pretty like this..." say no more, he will always style it and keep it exactly like that! "my feet feel so sore from all the walking" ?!!? why is his dear walking anyway!?!? don't worry, he'll massage it for you! "ugh all this work is making me tired" move aside, let him do the honours!!

It was a long ride home from work, you were currently in an almost empty bus, glancing over the top of your phone you read the time. 11 P.M.

Was it that late already? You knew this office job would be the death of you. You never wanted to work at a place like this, the cubicle life bored you and it was just so... depressing. That was the only way to describe it.

You decide to pass the time by playing your all-time favourite game: Honkai: Star Rail. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you began to grind relics and exp for an upcoming character. It definitely worked in keeping you busy and awake as time passed by slowly.

All was well, everything was fine. You had everything planned in your head. Get home as soon as possible, take a nice warm and rejuvenating shower, get five hours of sleep, go back to work and repeat.

The more you thought about your daily routine the more you realised how depressing it was, but what could you do? That job was the only one that was hiring and had average pay and things like that are rare, especially when you decided to live in the city which was your first mistake.

You were barely getting by in the city, the crime rate increased, there were more breaks in, pickpocketing and murder. But despite all of that you decided to rent an apartment where it was less populated, the rent in the heart of the city was way too high.

Pushing all those thoughts and information aside you let out a defeated sigh, leaning your head on the window as you continued to tap away on your phone.

If only life went just a little bit easier on you.

Everything was fine. The silence was comfortable and the low, soft rumble of the engine kept you awake, until a loud deafening crash jolted the bus, sending people flying and falling onto the ground.

Letting out a scream you grabbed onto whatever you could to keep you steady—the head of the chair in front of you. Although it didn't do a good job of keeping you still you couldn't care less, because as you lifted your head, your eyes caught something massive charging straight at you, and before you could react, a blinding light engulfed you, followed by an eerie silence.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself tightly packed against something dark and rocky. Just great! Something had happened to the bus and knocked you out.

You looked around, it was pure blackness, like a void. Maybe this was what happened after death... Out of all things and especially the time too!

Feeling confused and scared you try to move your body to shift into a more comfortable position but due to the lack of space, you could barely even move an inch.

Suddenly, a crack was heard. And you froze.

Then another crack, and another, the darkness began to crack and splinter and not long after half of the egg-shaped looking ball broke in half as it fell to the side.

Shards of obsidian-like material fractured and scattered around. A large amount of dust, and shiny glitter-like specs flew everywhere, it was extremely dusty.

Unfortunately, you inhaled the smoke, coughing and sputtering, you waved their hand in front of your face, trying to dispel the particles as you squinted against the harsh light that slipped through the smoke.

As the dust settled and the steam dissipated, your surroundings gradually came into focus. You found yourself in front of... one, two, three, four, and... five.... wait.. what?

Right before you stood four male figures (with the other seemed to have a more feminine build), male figures that looked awfully familiar to you for some odd reason, just why was that?

You were confused and curious as you surveyed your surroundings, realizing that maybe this was death? You would've never guessed that "life" after death would look like this. It was very.... interesting.

The buildings that surrounded you were intricate and otherworldly. Dazzling celestial landscapes and luminescent structures piqued your interest as you slowly and carefully stepped out of what you assumed was a shell.

Its' architect and infrastructure reminded you of something, it seemed nostalgic—as if you've seen this exact building before. The more you observed and watched, your eyes tracing every precise curve and detail of the buildings your heart began to pick up its pace.

Your eyes searched every corner and inch, and finally, it landed back on the five figures you had spotted before and it wasn't until you caught sight of familiar faces that you were certain that you had to be hallucinating somehow after death.

There, standing in a circle, were figures that you could hardly believe were real: Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, and Bronya. It was unmistakably them.

Their presence, their unmistakable aura of reverence, left you no doubt.

They watched you, their gazes filled with awe and admiration as if you were the embodiment of some long-awaited prophecy (and in this case, it was).

You were in disbelief. Disbelief that you had somehow been transported into the very game they were playing moments ago, but now they were tangible, real.

It was a long silence, it was both comfortable and uncomfortable with their longing gaze. You remained still as you checked around your surroundings once again before settling your eyes back on the group of people.

At your gaze they felt a shiver down their spine, and the hair on their skin stood up.

"W—Who are you guys?!" You yelled, narrowing your eyes to see if it was truly the characters from the game you adored.

Dan Heng's breath hitched at the sound of your booming voice, your voice... it was just like how they described what you would sound like in the carved stones and ancient scrolls.

The more he stared at you the more he wanted to come to you, to kneel down at your feet and profess how long he has been waiting for this moment.

With his eyes trained on your figure, he steps closer, Gepard notices and swiftly stops him from moving any further with his arm. Dan Heng looks to his side, confusion strewn on his face.

Not a single word was spoken yet with a stern gaze and the shake of a head, Dan Heng understood. Now was not the right time.

Minutes passed by in complete and utter silence, it unnerved you. Why were they so quiet? So watchful?

Finally, after what felt like hours, the silence was broken just with a couple words.

"We have been awaiting your arrival, Your Gracefulness."

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[aventurineswife]

The reader is a true poet, and their tongue drips with honey. They just LOVE flirting and writing poetry for their partner. They're a true master at words of affirmation, and they always manage to catch people off guard and make them blush, especially their partner. But.. one day, their partner flirts back, a good line that catches the reader off guard. And to their partner’s surprise, the reader is a blushing mess and is suddenly unable to mutter a good reply to how flustered they were. And that's when their partner realizes that the reader isn't used to being put on the spot, so they tease them about it after being their victim for so long. (Veritas and Kaveh together, Robin, Dang heng, Ororon, Kinich).

Flustered by the Muse

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Robin x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Ororon x Reader, Kinich x Reader, Poet!Reader, Romance, Fluff, Teasing, Poetry, Humor, Emotional Vulnerability.

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a soft golden light over the grand architecture Kaveh had so tirelessly designed. You sat beside him, your fingers grazing the stonework as your gaze lifted to the horizon. Your voice was a melody in the air, soft and sweet, as you recited a poem about the fleeting beauty of life and the desire to capture it in art. Kaveh’s eyes sparkled, always captivated by the way words flowed from your lips. His own passion for aesthetics never failed to resonate with your poetic nature.

Ratio, on the other hand, listened with a detached air, his eyes occasionally flicking toward you. His lips quirked up at your words, his brilliant mind quick to catch every nuance in your lines. When you finished, there was a brief pause, and then Kaveh gave you a gentle nudge, a playful smirk on his face.

"You do know, darling, I write a few lines of my own now and then," Kaveh teased, his voice light, full of warmth.

"Really?" you asked, your eyes sparkling. "Perhaps I should read them to see if they are worthy of my own."

Before Kaveh could answer, Veritas broke in, his usual seriousness giving way to something softer. "You know, my dear poet," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "I’ve heard many verses, but none have ever captured the true essence of beauty quite like you do. If I could capture even a fraction of that in my own work, I’d consider it a masterpiece."

The praise was unexpected, and it left you utterly speechless for a moment. You had always been the one to weave words that made others blush, but hearing Ratio—a man whose brilliance and sharp tongue were legendary—speak so earnestly left you flustered.

Your cheeks flushed as you fumbled for a response. "Y-You think so?" you managed to stammer, your usual composure slipping. You couldn’t help but be taken aback by his compliment, and for the first time, words failed you.

Kaveh chuckled, leaning closer with a teasing smile. "Oh? The great poet, struck speechless? I do believe this is the first time I’ve ever seen you like this."

Ratio's lips curled in a sly smile, and he leaned in, his voice dripping with amusement. "How curious, my dear poet, that the one who always has a word for everything is now lost for words."

Your blush deepened, and you tried to recover, but Kaveh’s teasing gaze and Veritas’s soft, sly smile made it impossible to keep your usual eloquence intact.

"I... Well," you stammered, a flustered mess, "It’s... you, both of you, just... caught me off guard."

Ratio's eyes twinkled with a knowing look as Kaveh winked at you. The teasing would never end, but somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. After all, your heart beat for them, and their playfulness only made you fall deeper.

Robin’s voice was as soothing as a lullaby, each note caressing the air with an ethereal grace. She sat beside you, humming softly to herself, her eyes closed in contentment as you absentmindedly stroked the strings of your lute. It wasn’t often that you shared such quiet moments with her, but tonight, the world felt peaceful, and the soft moonlight illuminated your surroundings like a scene from a dream.

"Do you know," you began, voice as smooth as the melody in the air, "that your voice is like the stars in the sky? I often wonder if the heavens themselves were jealous of such a gift."

Robin’s eyes fluttered open, a soft blush creeping across her cheeks at your words. You had always known how to make her heart skip, how to leave her lost for words with a mere phrase. She giggled, her voice light, yet filled with affection.

"Such flattery, my poet," she said, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You certainly have a way with words."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned closer, your breath warm against her ear. "Flattery? No, my dear, I speak only the truth. How could anyone not be captivated by the melody of your voice? It’s a gift meant for the heavens, not mere mortals like me."

But Robin’s response caught you completely off guard.

"You know," she began, her voice low and playful, "I’ve always thought you were like the moon. No matter how much I gaze at you, I’m still drawn to the light you give off, and yet... there’s a quiet mystery to you. One that even I can’t seem to unravel."

You froze, the words tugging at your heartstrings. A blush blossomed on your cheeks, and you stammered in surprise. "I-I... I don’t know what to say to that," you managed, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy.

Robin’s lips quirked up, amused by your flustered reaction. "It’s not so easy, is it? To be the one caught off guard for once."

You tried to regain your composure, but the warmth in your cheeks only deepened. For once, you had no clever lines or words of affirmation to return. You were the one who was speechless, left vulnerable by her unexpected flirtation.

"I... You make it so hard to think straight, Robin," you muttered, still trying to find your footing. "I never thought I’d be the one rendered speechless."

Robin chuckled, her laughter gentle and warm, and she leaned closer, her fingers brushing yours. "Well, now you know how it feels, my dear poet."

The quiet hum of the Astral Express was the perfect backdrop to your poetry. Dan Heng sat nearby, his usual calm expression betraying nothing of his inner thoughts as you recited verses that spoke of love, loss, and the fleeting beauty of the cosmos. His gaze was steady, always watchful, but today, there was something different about the way he listened.

You felt the familiar tug in your heart as you spoke, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips. "Do you ever wonder, Dan Heng," you asked softly, "if the stars are nothing more than the dreams of forgotten souls, illuminating the night with their bittersweet glow?"

Dan Heng’s eyes softened, the quiet intensity within them a rarity. "Perhaps," he mused, his voice quiet but sincere, "but maybe it’s not just the stars that are forgotten. Perhaps we, too, are pieces of the past, just waiting to be remembered."

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all you could do was blink at him in surprise. You had always been the one to leave others speechless, yet here was Dan Heng, his words striking you like a lightning bolt.

"I... I don’t know what to say to that," you murmured, flustered, suddenly aware of the growing heat in your cheeks.

Dan Heng’s lips twitched into a slight smile, his usual reserved nature momentarily giving way to something more teasing. "Does the great poet not have a clever reply? I suppose I’m not so easy to impress after all."

You tried to collect your thoughts, but your mind was a jumble of emotions, your usual eloquence lost in the fluster of being caught off guard. "It’s just... I didn’t expect you to—" You broke off, unable to form a coherent thought.

Dan Heng chuckled softly, his voice as calm as ever. "It seems that even the poet can be rendered speechless."

You could only sigh, your cheeks still glowing with embarrassment. "I... I’ll get you back for this, Dan Heng."

He merely raised an eyebrow, his smile ever so slight. "I’ll be waiting."

The night was quiet, with only the rustle of leaves and the soft wind breaking the silence. Ororon sat beside you, his unusual eyes shimmering in the moonlight as he spoke in his cryptic manner. He often intrigued you, his philosophical musings and abstract language always leaving you with more questions than answers.

"You see, names are not just sounds, but meanings," Ororon said, his gaze fixed on the stars above. "In this world, names hold more weight than anyone realizes. And yet, there is beauty in the fact that we often forget their significance."

You grinned, your poetic nature coming to the forefront. "Oh, Ororon," you said softly, "you speak of names, but your words themselves carry the weight of meaning. I could call you anything, and yet nothing would capture the depth of your essence."

Ororon’s eyes flicked toward you, his mouth curling slightly. "But you must not forget, poet, that it is not the name that matters, but the one who bears it. Perhaps, in time, you will learn that."

You opened your mouth to respond, your usual eloquence ready to flow, but Ororon’s next words took you completely by surprise.

"And perhaps, you are just as lost in your own words as I am in mine."

Your breath caught in your throat. Ororon had, for once, turned the tables, and you found yourself utterly speechless, your usual confidence shattered in an instant. You felt your face heat up, an awkward silence hanging between you two.

"Ah," Ororon mused, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "It seems the poet has been caught off guard. How curious."

You tried to compose yourself, but the words failed you. "I... I wasn’t expecting that."

Ororon raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "It seems that even you can be rendered silent. A rare sight indeed."

The jungle was alive with sounds as Kinich made his way through the dense foliage, you trailing quietly behind him. The two of you had become accustomed to this quiet, practical life of hunting and survival, but there was something about the way the light filtered through the trees that made you feel poetic today.

"Kinich," you said, your voice soft, "I wonder, if I could put all of the world’s beauty into words, would it be enough? Or would it pale in comparison to the raw, untamed beauty of this place?"

Kinich glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. "Words can describe, but they will never capture the true essence of something. Only through experience can you understand its beauty."

You nodded, considering his words, but you couldn’t help but add, "But don’t you think that words can capture feelings? The way a moment makes you feel, deep inside? I believe words are capable of that."

Kinich turned fully to face you, his intense gaze meeting yours. "If you’re talking about feelings," he said, his voice suddenly low and direct, "then I’ll say this: the way you make me feel when you speak? I’m not sure words could ever describe it."

You froze, taken completely off guard by his words. You had always been the one to make others blush with your poetic affirmations, but Kinich had just done the same to you, leaving you speechless.

Your face flushed as you stammered, trying to find the right words to respond. "I... You... You think so?" you managed, suddenly unable to speak in your usual fluid manner.

Kinich raised an eyebrow, the smallest smirk playing at his lips. "It seems I’ve caught the poet off guard. How interesting."

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. "I... don’t know how to reply to that."

Kinich’s smirk deepened, and he stepped closer, his voice playful. "Perhaps you’ve finally met your match."

[yurinaa-world]

Hi, I hope I'm writing this right because English is not my original language LoL :D

But can I request blade and dan heng headcanon (separately)? Where the reader has the appearance of Skirk from Genshin Impact

Characters: Blade and Dan Heng x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: reader that looks like skirk

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

Dang, look at you in all your glory! Your thigh highs, though, are ripped up and looking good too! He wants to touch you all the time whenever you are alone. He kisses your back since you always reveal, which scares you a lot since he does it out of nowhere, giving you that smirk and seeing you blush so brightly. He’s just having a little fun; you can’t blame him.

Fixes your hairpiece Even though there’s nothing wrong with it, he just wants to get close to you.

looks at your eyes a lot. His eyes are dark red, while yours is a lighter shade of red, which makes you look very pretty. If your eyes were as dark as his, your glare would look so cute.

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

He gets flustered by your eyes, your cold eyes staring at him from across the room, showing pretty obviously you’re annoyed or irritated about the current problems you’ve come across, but not only in those situations but in general, you're so close to him that just staring at him like that with no anger or annoyance makes the blood rush to his ears.

He gets a little jealous whenever other people stare at you, but he just can’t say anything because it’s not like he’s not obsessed with you either, but you’re his lover, so it doesn’t count since they just haven’t seen someone as pretty as you before, but that doesn’t mean they can do as they, please.

Il Dan Heng: He was blushing so hard when you complimented him on his new look. You think he looks good, and his horns are cute!?! 

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[yuujispinkhair]

Blow jobs with the HSR men

Pairings: Caelus, Welt, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Warnings: 18+, smut, oral, cum-eating, cock-warming, praise, use of the name Daddy (Welt), somnophilia kind of, with prior consent though (Dang Heng), semi-public sex (Sampo). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Caelus: To pass the time

++ Every time you are between missions, you always end up in Caelus' room. It starts innocently with sitting on his bed and eating snacks together to pass the time, but you always end up with his pretty cock down your throat, bopping your mouth on it like it's the most delicious lollipop you have ever tasted.

++ And it truly is addictive. Sucking Caelus off is so rewarding because he is so damn cute. His legs are spread sluttily, and he watches you with heavy-lidded golden eyes, flushed cheeks, and ruffled silver hair, looking so horny and so in love with you.

++ You love touching him, love caressing his toned thighs while you call him your pretty boy, and watch his hard cock twitch at the praise, pre-cum dripping down on his firm abs, practically begging you to take him in your mouth.

++ The moment you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, Caelus is in heaven, moaning and gasping so sweetly for you.

++ You get so wet just from hearing his cute moans and mewls, soon catching yourself rubbing your horny pussy against his muscular thigh, spreading your cream over him, driving him even more crazy.

++ Caelus can never hold back when he feels how wet you are. And so you end up in the 69 position only seconds later, getting your pussy eaten out by this sweet, eager boy, feeling him pamper your clit with sweet hot kisses and fuck your tight hole with his tongue while you suck his gorgeous cock with all your love.

++ You rub his heavy balls lovingly, already craving his big load. Moaning around his hot cock, murmuring encouragements against his wet and twitching tip, mouthing it lovingly, and telling Caelus to let go and cum for you.

++ It's so cute when you hear his desperate cry and feel his hips buck wildly, pushing his cock deep into your warm mouth as he cums, twitching and pulsing several spurts of hot milky seed down your throat.

++ He is your favorite snack and your favorite pastime, and you always come back for more every night, giving him blow jobs and letting him fuck you until you see the stars even behind your closed eyelids.

++ You know that in the morning, you will get greeted by an annoyed look from Dan Heng and a teasing comment from March because sweet Caelus simply can't hold back his moans when you two are fucking.

++ But you wouldn't want him to. After all, those moans are the cutest thing you have ever heard, and you always suck extra sweetly on his gorgeous swollen tip just to hear him make more of those cute noises.

Welt: As a stress relief

++ Welt is always so hard working, always so busy, giving his all to the missions he manages. He has flowers delivered to you with a note where he apologizes for not being able to spend more time with you, but he still has so much to do today.

++ You know what he needs. A man like him deserves some little break. And so you surprise him in his office room, smiling sweetly as you lock the door behind you and slowly walk towards his desk in your shortest little skirt and halterless lace stockings. Still looking classy enough so people will think you are here for a business meeting, but sexy enough to make Welt look away from the screen on his desk and let his gaze wander admiringly over your body.

++ "I am sorry, darling, but I must finish this report. You look so lovely, though."

++ He looks stressed, taking off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, shoulders tense from sitting here all day. You drop to your knees right then, crawling under his desk, eyes never leaving him. "Then I'll keep you company."

++ You smile sweetly up at him as you hug his legs and snuggle against him, rubbing your cheek lovingly against the bulge in Welt's pants like a cute, affectionate pet.

++ He stays calm. The only indicator that he is affected by what you do is the large steady hand that lands on the top of your head and pets you gently. And the growing hardness against your cheek.

++ You pepper kisses on his growing erection through his pants, sighing happily and telling him in that bedroom voice, "You deserve a little break, Daddy. Let me take care of you."

++ He keeps typing his report even as you unzip his pants and free his hard cock, letting it slap against your face before you rub your cheek against it again, this time skin on skin, the way Welt likes it best.

++ The room is silent except for the clicking of the keyboard and the loud wet noises of your mouth slurping on Welt's cock. You move slowly, tenderly, giving him all the love and care he deserves for being such a hard worker.

++ He lasts a long time, just enjoying your warm, wet mouth on him as he does his work until you hear a quickening in his breaths, barely noticeable. And then: "Come sit on my lap, darling."

++ The report is forgotten momentarily when you climb onto Welt's lap, crying out in pleasure when he pushes his hardness into your dripping wet cunt, unhindered by any panties since you conveniently "forgot" to wear them. You know that Welt always wants to cum in your pussy, stuffing you full of his warm seed until you are overflowing.

++ And he keeps you on his lap afterward, pussy full of his cum, while he finishes the rest of his report.

Dan Heng: To help him with his nightmares

++ When Dan Heng has one of his nightmares, it is hard to rouse him from them. He is trapped in his dream, gasping and breathing heavily, body shaking from fear, but unable to wake up. But you have spent many nights next to him, and by now, the two of you have figured out what helps him feel better.

++ And so you turn on your belly, your head resting on his thigh, and take his still soft cock in your mouth and suckle lovingly on it, spoiling him with your love and affection.

++ You know that this is the cure for his nightmare. Warming his gorgeous cock in your wet mouth and massaging his tense thighs. You enjoy the feel of him hardening gradually against your tongue, filling you more and more every second.

++ You can feel the veins on his now fully hard length throb and taste the first pearls of pre-cum, sweet and salty at the same time. And finally, Dan Heng's harsh breathing gets replaced by soft sighs of bliss.

++ You can tell when he wakes up because suddenly, his long fingers grab your hair, and you hear him groan loudly. He is desperate now, mind still fuzzy from sleep, leaving him so honest about his arousal and his need for you.

++ The mask is off, his usual aloofness is gone, and Dan just lets his primal instinct take over and snaps his hips to fuck needily into the warm comfort of your mouth. You moan around his throbbing cock, sucking him eagerly, wanting to chase the last traces of his bad dream away.

++ His pace is erratic, so lost in the pleasure and comfort your mouth provides. You give him your all, sucking lovingly on his needy hard length until he cums with a desperate-sounding cry, almost a sob.

++ And you keep suckling on his pretty mushroom tip with all your devotion, drinking his warm cum to the last drop, only pulling away when his cock softens and slips out of your mouth by himself.

++ You press one last loving kiss to his cockhead, and Dan breathes a soft, "Thank you, darling."

Gepard: As a reward for his sense of duty

++ You are always worried when Gepard is away on his duty to guard the city. His job is dangerous. Anything could happen out there in the cold. So you feel relief wash over you when you hear the key turning in the lock, and you drop everything to greet him.

++ He has barely closed the door behind himself when you are there, getting on your knees and smiling up at him, hands already working open his belt. You can't help it. You just crave him so much after being worried about him all day. You need him in your mouth, feel him fill you, and taste him.

++ And most of all, you want to do this for Gepard. You want to reward him for being a hero. Praises spill from your lips, telling him how brave he is, how strong and reliable. He deserves to get spoiled, deserves to get this gorgeous cock sucked until he cums.

++ Gepard's head falls back against the door with a soft thud, a low moan falling from his lips as your hot mouth sinks onto his fat cock, taking him in so sweetly all the way so that his swollen tip hits the back of your throat.

++ His mouth overflows with expressions of love and praise. You can feel all the tension fade from his body as that buff, strong man melts under your touch, becoming all putty in your loving care.

++ "Oh, sweetheart, you are so good to me!"

++ He doesn't hold back. He knows that here with you, he is safe. He is home. And his beautiful little wife is here to shower him with her love. And so he gives himself to you completely, moaning unrestrainedly, loud and sexy, and so obviously in love with you.

++ His fat cock almost makes you choke, but you keep going, looking up at him with admiration in your gaze, silently telling him that it's ok that you can take him. It's that gaze that makes him bust. A loud moan falls from his lips, strong legs shaking as he cums so hard for you, telling you over and over again how much he loves you while his thick ropes of cum fill your mouth.

++ You are surprised to find he still has enough strength left to swoop you into his arms and carry you to the bedroom because he wants the next load to be deep inside your pussy.

Sampo: A fun affair anytime he is in town (or maybe a little more)

++ He is a shady man, and the bar you meet him in is just as shady. Sampo is a patron here, coming by anytime he is in town. Sometimes every night, sometimes only once a month. It's been weeks since you saw him, but tonight he is here, sitting in his usual little booth, sprawled on the shabby leather couch, legs spread lazily, a playful smirk on his face while his eyes travel unashamedly over your body, clearly undressing you in his mind.

++ "Hey, sweet thing, long time no see. Come say hello to me, ok? Keep me company tonight, please, or I will cry."

++ He makes a fake pouty face, the one that always makes you roll your eyes and laugh. He knows how to lure you in with his questionable charm. He is an idiot, and most of the things he does are not really legal. And you think he probably has several girls and boys in every city. But as much trouble as he seems, Sampo is too much fun to stay away from.

++ So when he pats the space next to him on the leather couch, you sigh and walk over to him, joining him in his booth.

++ He always brings you little gifts from his business trips. Here in this city, you are his only one. This time he has a pretty-looking necklace for you, and sooner than later, you find yourself leaning over his lap, the golden chain dangling down from around your neck and brushing over his thigh while your tongue circles his swollen cockhead.

++ You have one hand wrapped around the thick base of Sampo's cock, while your mouth is moving up and down his length, tongue lapping cutely at his slit and licking up every drop of pre-cum he gives you, so hungry for him that you moan.

++ He always makes you act like a slut. That's just the effect he has on you. A little wild, a little risky. You aren't complaining, though. Not when your pussy throbs with heat at sucking him off right here in the bar, barely concealed from curios glances by a ratty, almost see-through curtain. 

++ Sampo sounds smug when he groans, "Fuck, I missed you! And you missed me too, it seems, huh?"

++ You don't even object. Maybe it's because your mouth is stuffed full of his throbbing cock. Or maybe it's because as cool as he tries to act, you can hear how breathless he sounds.

++ Sampo is always far too needy when it comes to you, and you bask in the knowledge that he would have never been able to wait until he got you alone in his room. He wants you too much.

++ You suspect he is in love with you, even though he always acts like this is just a little game between the two of you. But the way he is rutting desperately into your mouth and making all those needy little noises lets you know exactly how much he is into you.

++ You realize too late that he tugged on the curtain in his riled-up, horny state, revealing a bit more of the two of you to the rest of the bar. But you can't bring yourself to care. Not when Sampo's moans get even louder, and he fucks your mouth so needily. 

++ "Fuck yeah, keep going, baby! I want the whole bar to see that I'm getting my dick sucked by such a pretty thing like you!"

++ He barely finishes the sentence before his hips buck helplessly, and his warm cum floods your mouth, unable to hold back his orgasm any longer.

++ You smile when you let his cock slip out of you, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand while Sampo slumps bonelessly onto the couch. You are definitely his favorite. His only one in this city.

Thank you so much for reading! All these fine men have been on my mind a lot, and I wanted to do some headcanons to get a feel for writing them. I had lots of fun with this! I hope you enjoyed the stories too! Which one do you want to suck off the most? :)

Comments and reblogs make me happy!!

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Dan heng x gn!reader- Day 10

Summary-Dan heng gets to go back in time and change something bad that happened in their past with Y/n.

T/w- slight angst, still fluff, self doubt

No, he couldn't be back here. Standing with you in the rain with tears down your face. It was that night again, the night you two went your seperate ways. Why was he back here? He didn't deserve a second chance, he hurt you once he couldn't deal with it again.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" The words were filled with emotion. They bought back so many memories for him.

There are so many things he wishes he'd said in this moment, but the first time he'd said the wrong thing. Now he had a chance to fix it.

"Y/n. Can we please get out of the rain, you'll catch a cold."

"No! Why didn't you tell me!?"

I didn't tell you because you didn't need to know! What was he'd said last time.

"I didn't tell you because I thought you'd be scared."

"But Dan Heng, I promised to love you forever and that ment despite everything. So what if you're a dragon... Thing? I still love you."

You still loved him because you didn't remember why happened last time. Dang heng was close to crying. How, how could you love him. He shut you out, he shut everyone out. He'd hurt you, and he thought that'd he'd never love again. Now you were back here and the spark was rekindled once again.

"I know but-" he was cut off by the sniffle he let out.

Your eyes softened, he never cried. You'd never once seen him let out any kind of noise like. It was a heartbreaking feeling. You didn't mean to make him that upset.

"We can move out of the rain." You suggested,

"Yes.." he looked around and saw a bus shelter. He moved towards that and uoy followed.

Dan heng sat with his hands in his hair. You could see he was stressed but didn't know what to do about it. "Y/n. You promise you still love me?"

"I said always and I ment that didn't I?"

"I hope you did."