#stelle x march 7th

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The trailblazer is an icon actually

(Also they’re gfs)

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🌟💗 Starch pretty girl photoshoot

[greatsweet98]

3am current thoughts: I love stelle, dan heng, march 7th and all 3 of them as a trio together so much😭😭 it's like everytime I look at fanart and fanfics containing starch, danstelle, danmarch and/or ot3, I cry so much about their dynamic genuinely I really wish the best for them a lot, *sniffs* omg I'm legit crying so much about this thought, so bare with me please

LIKE PLS LET THEM AT LEAST KISS AND DATE EACH OTHER😭😭🥺🥺

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"My girlfriend's so brave and stupid 🥺🥺🥺🥺" ~March 7th, probably

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Land of Dreams // Stelle x March 7th (Stelle x Firefly, March x Robin)

March gets jealous of Firefly. So she decides to make Stelle jealous, too.

Stelle x March 7th (Platonic Stelle/Firefly, March/Robin) Contents: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Jealousy, Established Relationship

(AU just a happy day in penacony. noone dies cuz hoyo are mean)

-x-

March’s blood boiled. She had been wandering around the dreamscape of Penacony in search of her girlfriend: Stelle, only to discover that the Trailblazer had been hanging around some new girl she had recently met.

“...I wish you a great time in the dream, and I shall not interrupt your… date?” March had overheard some dark-haired woman say towards Stelle and her new ‘friend’.

“N-No, we’re not on a date!” the girl’s voice trembled. March scoffed. She waited for Stelle to say that they weren’t dating, or that she was in fact taken by the one and only March 7th. But no. Nothing.

March noticed the smug smile on Stelle’s face as she turned her head slightly.

The dark-haired woman laughed at the girl’s response.

March didn’t know whether or not to feel angry or sad or both. Most likely both. An even deeper feeling of betrayal sat disgustingly inside her.

Moments later, the group of people March had been spying on dispersed. Apart from Stelle and that girl…

“Come on, Firefly. It’s about time you show me around some more…” Stelle said, the smile on her face was soft. March seethed at the sight.

Firefly’s face was still red from what the woman had said earlier.

“Yep! Okay!” she said before grabbing Stelle’s hand and dragging her towards the nearby road in order to cross.

A sad frown appeared on March’s face.

-x-

March’s eyes snapped opened, forcing herself awake. She climbed out of the water and immediately became dry upon exiting the pool. A part of her regretted even falling asleep and going to the dream land of Penacony. Tears formed in her eyes as she replayed the memory in her head, the soft look on Stelle’s face whenever she would look at Firefly was engrained into her mind. Stelle hardly ever showed emotion, it was hard to get her to crack a smile… So how come this random girl could do it with ease?

A few hours later, she was greeted by Himeko and Welt in the hotel’s bar.

“Did you enjoy the dream, March?” Himeko asked.

March nodded, a fake smile plastered on her face, “Y-Yeah! I wish I could see the photos I took whilst I was there…”

Both Welt and Himeko excused themselves to go to the bar and grab some drinks.

March anxiously tapped her fingers on the table, her eyes darting towards a nearby staircase waiting for Stelle’s arrival.

As if on cue, the silver-haired woman made an appearance – a neutral look on her face. The normal look she usually has on her face…

Stelle took a seat next to March and kissed her on the cheek, “Have a nice dream, March?” she said.

March shrugged, “It was okay… Just did some sight seeing.”

Stelle rested her head on March’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. March could never resist Stelle’s touch, not even now despite being upset with her.

“Hmm… I bet you took lots of photos. We have to meet up in the dream so you can show me them… If they’ve saved, of course.”

March nodded before gulping harshly, “W-What about you? Do anything fun?”

Stelle waited for a moment before speaking, “Well I bet on some slot machines… Explored a little… Watched a sentient billboard get hit by a car…” Stelle laughed slightly at that.

March bit her lip to stop herself from accusing Stelle of anything, “Anything else? Meet any interesting people?”

“I chatted to the odd person here and there,” Stelle was too busy messing with a loose thread on March’s shirt, her other hand was still secured around her waist, “We should meet up next time. I missed you.”

Her heart ached. Both from the love she had for Stelle and from the betrayal she felt.

A shaky hand made its way onto Stelle’s thigh, “Okay.”

Stelle would be lying if she said she didn’t notice March’s off behaviour. She brushed it off and decided to just show her some love and comfort in hopes of getting her to open up.

“I can’t wait,” Stelle lifted her hand from March’s shirt to cup the shorter girl’s jaw and turn her head. She leaned in to place a soft kiss against her lips, causing the latter’s cheeks to turn just as pink as her hair. Stelle pulled back with a smirk.

God, that smirk. The butterflies in March’s stomach were out of control.

But the hollow bit behind those butterflies was filled with dread.

-x-

A couple dreams later and March finally got her chance. Her chance to make Stelle feel what she felt.

She had expressed her interest in Robin when they first arrived at the hotel a few days ago, so she would have to up her game to make Stelle think that she was actually in love with the singer.

Her eyes darted towards Stelle who was at a slot machine in the distance. She had been at it for almost an hour, saying ‘one more try’ at least ten times. The one and only Robin had made an appearance a few minutes ago, immediately locking eyes with March and offering a friendly wave.

March wasted no time in approaching her.

“Robin!”

“Hey, cutie. March, right?” she smiled.

Nodding, March smiled right back, “That’s the name.”

“What I can help you with, March?”

Ideas drifted within March’s head. She returned her gaze towards her girlfriend, and Robin looked over too.

“I miiight need your help with Stelle.”

“Your friend?” Robin wondered, “Did something happen?” worry was clearly in her voice.

March shook her head, “No! Well… Not really? I don’t know!”

A comforting hand landed on March’s shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip before sighing, “Is it bad that I really want to make Stelle jealous?”

“Oh?” a smile appeared on Robin’s face, “Why would you want to do that?”

“Because…! Because she made me jealous first!”

Robin couldn’t help but think March looked cute when she tried to be angry.

“Hmm… I don’t think it would be morally right of me but…”

“Please!” March pouted, “She’s been hanging around with some girl in here and she acts as if she isn’t!”

Robin’s hand on March’s shoulder moved up to underneath March’s chin. She was already beginning to play along but it caught March off guard, her breath hitching.

“Are you and Stelle…?”

“Together. Yes.”

Cocking her head, Robin questioned, “Then what’s the problem? You love her, she loves you, I assume.”

March’s face turned red, “I-I mean. Yes, of course! I think? We’ve never really told each other but…”

Robin took a quick glance towards Stelle, the latter visibly clutched the sides of the slot machine harshly, her eyes occasionally looked over towards Robin and March.

“Hmm... Well I can tell you she looks agitated right now,” she stepped slightly closer to March.

“I’m just angry that she’s dodged the question every time I’ve asked her about who she’s met in the dream land.”

“Have you ever considered that she perhaps doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you that she’s been hanging out with another girl?”

March’s mind had been clouded with doubt for the past few days so she’d never explored any other options, “No…”

“Just a thought,” Robin added, “It may be that she has simply made a new friend… How long have you and Stelle been together?”

“A few months…” March’s voice was clearly sad now.

Robin pulled her into a hug, “You should talk it through. She must love you if she’s stayed with you.”

“You might be right,” March let out a defeated sigh as she returned the hug. A part of her completely forget her original mission of making Stelle jealous.

But she was quickly reminded when her raccoon of a girlfriend made an appearance.

“Hey, March! Hey, Robin!”

March quickly pulled away from Robin and made some distance. Stelle’s usual neutral look looked angrier than usual.

“H-Hey, Stelle! I was just catching up with Robin here!” March smiled.

“It’s good to see you, Trailblazer,” Robin nodded.

And then an unsettling silence engulfed the three. March looked down at the ground, already starting to feel guilty for what she had asked Robin to do.

Robin quickly excused herself, wanting to make March and Stelle talk about whatever they were feeling asap. March looked at her with a pleading look, Robin quickly made her escape before March could voice any protests.

The silence continued between the two girlfriends.

Stelle cleared her throat, “So… You seem close with Robin already.”

“Ah… Yeah. We were just chatting. She was giving me some advice on some stuff I’ve been having problems with.”

The jealousy within Stelle rose at that comment. Why couldn’t March confide in her instead?

Stelle sighed, “Look, March… I’ve noticed that you’ve been off for the past few days. You know you can always talk to me, right? Why did you tell Robin about whatever is going on but not me?”

“I’m sorry,” March muttered, looking down at the ground.

Shaking her head, Stelle forced a smile onto her face and took a step closer to March, “Can we talk? Please? I don’t want us to have this weird tension between us any more.”

“We are talking,” March said, looking up.

“I mean outside of the dream. I want it to be real.”

March’s heart swelled upon seeing the sincere look on Stelle’s face. The fact that Stelle wanted to actually talk things through made March feel relieved. The love she had for Stelle seemed to only grow as the minutes passed by.

March nodded, “Okay. Please.”

-x-

Stelle quickly exited the pool and ran to the door, she exited her room and made her way towards March’s. She took a deep breath in preparation before knocking on the door.

Moments later, the pink-haired girl slowly opened the door. She stepped aside allowing Stelle to enter, the door was closed behind her.

“This is better,” Stelle said, already feeling better about being next to March outside of the dream. The warmth that radiated from her just felt different than it does in the dream land.

March nodded as she and Stelle sat down on the sofa together. The shorter girl played with her own fingers, anxiety bubbled inside of her. A pair of soft and warm hands landed on top of hers. Stelle rubbed March’s knuckles soothingly, trying to calm her nerves.

“Lets just… start with what’s been bothering you. Okay?” Stelle said, doing her best to be patient.

That was when the floodgates opened. Tears immediately pooled into March’s eyes. Stelle wasted no time in moving in closer to pull March into her chest, her arms securely wrapped around the girl’s waist.

March reciprocated, her own arms came up to wrap around Stelle’s neck. It was rare that she ever got a hug like this from her girlfriend. It was always the best feeling.

March hummed happily into Stelle’s neck, breathing in her scent. She couldn’t help but grimace slightly. Of course she smelled like trash. She couldn’t help but smile at how weird her girlfriend could be sometimes.

“You okay?” Stelle asked, a hand coming up to rest on the back of March’s neck.

“Y-Yes. Just got a lot of emotions going on right now.”

“Hmm?”

March pulled away slightly to look into Stelle’s eyes. Her heart skipped a beat upon realising how close their faces were, she couldn’t stop herself from letting her eyes flicker down to Stelle’s lips. The latter smirked in response.

March buried her face back into Stelle’s neck to hide her blush, “S-Stop!”

A chuckle escaped Stelle, “Sorry… Come on… Tell me what’s gotten you all upset,” she gently thread her fingers through pink locks.

March clutched the back of Stelle’s coat, “You have to promise me that you won’t think I’m stupid.”

“Mm, can’t promise that,” she used the arm wrapped around March’s waist to squeeze her lovingly.

“Stelle!” she pulled back with an angry puppy dog look on her face.

“Okay, okay! I promise! I swear!” there was a dumb smile on Stelle’s face which March found completely irresistible.

March finally took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay. Can you tell me who Firefly is?” she finally mentioned the name, she felt some of the weight come off of her shoulders.

“Ah. Okay,” the smile remained on her face, “Firefly…” her fingers subconsciously rubbed March’s side as she thought about what to say, “Well, I ran into her in the dream land. She needed some help so I stepped in and saved her from some guys who were harassing her. And then we kind of just became friends after that. She showed me around a bit and we meet up in the dream when we can. She’s the one who introduced me to gambling on the slot machines, actually.”

March remained silent. Stelle immediately noticed the hurt look on her face.

“Are you perhaps… Jealous?” the hand on the back of March’s neck came round to rest on her cheek, she held her there so she could look deep into her eyes, “Because if you are… You have nothing to be jealous of, March.”

The way she said her name made March’s heart beat fast.

“It was nice to find a friend in the dream land. But she could never compare to you, March. Never. You’re my friend. My best friend. But most importantly you’re my girlfriend.”

March’s glossy eyes seemed to only become more tear-filled, “You didn’t deny it when that woman accused you two of dating.”

And now Stelle understands why March is distrusting.

“I’m sorry. In the moment I thought it was funny. I should’ve told Acheron that I was with you and not Firefly,” Stelle sighed with guilt, “I’m guessing you missed the part after where I told Firefly that I had a girlfriend. I’d never put what we have together at risk, March… I know how you feel. I’ll admit, I was a little jealous with how touchy Robin was being with you.”

“Sorry. I asked her to make you jealous.” “Well, it definitely worked,” her armed tightened around March possessively. She pulled March into her lap, the pink-haired girls legs braced on either side of Stelle’s thighs.

Stelle ran her hands up March’s sides, “I wanted to smash those slot machines with my bat to get my frustration out. I didn’t like the way she looked at you.”

“S-She was playing a part, I’m sorry,�� March rested her hands on Stelle’s shoulders.

“Even so…” she sighed, “Look… I promise to let everyone know I’m officially taken if the matter ever comes up again.”

“I’m sorry for making this such a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal, March. If there’s anything that I’m doing that’s bothering you, then you can always tell me and we can work it out together.”

A small smile appeared on March’s face, “Well, now that you mention it. Your dumpster diving…”

Stelle laughed, “Now that’s something we can’t compromise on.”

“Worth a shot,” March giggled.

The pair ended up in a comfortable silence. Their eyes would occasionally look into one another's before looking away out of anxiety. March played with some random dust that had settled on Stelle’s shoulders, Stelle focused on how March’s waist fit into her hands.

Stelle was completely in love with this girl in her lap right now. She felt bad for making March feel otherwise.

March felt the exact same way.

Stelle decided to lift a hand up to March’s cheek to make her look at her, “I… I hope this has sorted some things between us.”

March nodded, leaning into Stelle’s hand, “Mhm…”

“However, there is one other problem here.”

A frown quickly appeared on March’s face, worry clearly in her eyes, “What-?”

A finger landed on March’s lips to effectively shush her, “The problem is you don’t know how I feel about you.”

March was certain that Stelle could feel how fast her heart was beating.

Stelle moved her hand back to its original place on March’s cheek, “I should’ve told you this sooner. We’ve been dating for a few months now, but I’ve loved you for longer. You’re incredible, March. Nobody could ever make me change how I feel about you. I love y-.”

March caught Stelle off guard by surging forwards, connecting their lips in a heated kiss. Stelle’s eyes slipped closed before finally returning the kiss, pulling the girl in her lap as close to her body as she possibly could.

A thumb rubbed March’s cheek in affection as the pair smiled into the kiss. A heavy blush coated March’s face as she pulled away, her fingers moved to play with the strands of Stelle’s silver hair.

“I guess…” her voice was soft and shaky at first, “I guess I love you too.”

“You guess?” Stelle’s smile was huge, March felt lucky being the one to see her like this.

A smug smile crept its way onto March’s face, “Yeah. You’re alright.”

Stelle tickled March’s sides, causing the girl to squirm and laugh as she tried to get away, “I think what you meant to say is: I love you so much, Stelle! You are amazing and the best intergalactic base baller there is and nobody in the universe is better than you.”

“S-Stop!” March giggled, “Okay okay! I love you so much, Stelle, you are amazing a-and the best intergalactic base baller there is!” Stelle pinched her sides once more, “Ugh, fine. And nobody in the universe is better than you.”

“Why, thank you, March. I’m touched,” Stelle leant back into the sofa, a content smile on her face.

“Geez, you’re such a handful,” March rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop her own smile. She felt nothing but love radiating off of Stelle as her golden eyes continued to admire her.#

Stelle had to shake her head to snap herself out of it, “So. We all good here?”

March nodded, “I think so.”

“No more making Robin be your fake girlfriend,” Stelle pouted.

“She wasn’t my fake girlfriend. But I swear, no more jealousy.”

“Good. And I promise to tell people I’m taken if they ask,” her hands moved down to run up March’s legs.

March shivered under her touch, “Mhm. G-Good,” she leaned forward rest her head on Stelle’s shoulder.

Stelle smiled to herself as she breathed in March’s scent. She loved to tease March.

Stelle wouldn’t admit it, but seeing Robin flirt with March sent her mind into a spiral. The anger and hurt she felt when she saw Robin touching her girlfriend was indescribable. Her arms came to wrap around March possessively as her mind became muddled.

She loved March and she regretted not telling her sooner.

“I love you, Stelle,” March’s voice was muffled against silver hair.

Stelle’s breath hitched at the softness in March’s tone. Hearing March say it like this was much better than before.

A tear fell from Stelle’s eye as she kissed the top of March’s head, “I love you, too, March.”

They would both head to the next few dreams together in Penacony’s dream land. Stelle was excited to show off her girlfriend who was the one and only: March 7th.

Firefly was already mentally preparing to hear Stelle gush about March non-stop.

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The way they look at each other when they're talking to each other AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I could tell they might be having a chemistry together 👀

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Printed mlm&wlw protag honkai charms and stickers….!!! They’re super small and cute 🥰🥰

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Starch but their both trans

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Embrace the Future

Pairing: Stelle x March 7th

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Angst

Summary:

After March 7th fails to retrieve her memory during her trip through the Matrix of Prescience on the Xianzhou Luofu, she realizes her last shot at coming up with answers has failed. What she's forgotten is she's not the only one who knows nothing of her past. Although Stelle couldn't make the journey with her, she's here now - and ready to comfort the bubbly girl she has come to know and love.

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This was what she wanted…wasn’t it?

Since she and the rest of the Nameless had landed on the Xianzhou Luofu and learned of the Matrix of Prescience, the chance to learn more about her past was all she could think of. March 7th had stood before Fu Xuan with a single desire - to know who she truly was and where she really came from.

What she hadn’t known was this was one journey Stelle would not be able to embark on with her. The Master Diviner had warned her of the dangers, and both agreed it would be too risky. March had started to grow accustomed to having this quirky - albeit kind - silver-haired friend at her side as of late.

Although they were still getting to know each other, after having fought together on Herta Space Station and Belobog, they were growing closer with each mission they were assigned. March was happy to have someone close to her own age to talk to (Dan Heng wasn’t the most loquacious coworker), and was happy Stelle had started to stop by her room more often.

Now, as she waited for Fu Xuan to activate the Matrix, she could sense the trailblazer gazing at her, her golden eyes shimmering with far more emotion than usual. They seemed to say, “I hope you find what you’ve been searching for all this time.”

The Master Diviner confirmed March was ready, and the girl gave a solid nod in the affirmative. Immediately her vision blurred and she felt like she had lost any balance she possessed.

Oh, geez. She knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but even more so now that she felt sick to her stomach. When she came to, she could tell her memories from the prior battle on the Luofu were shaping the scene before her. Fu Xuan served as her guide, explaining she would discover clear signs when confronted with a distortion.

As she fought against a false Jing Yuan and then an imitation Seele in her vision of the Goethe (er, Sampo) Hotel, she couldn’t shake the words of the specters of the other familiar faces in this fabrication created from her memories.

It seemed like everyone she spoke to kept telling her to stop looking to the past, instead encouraging her to move toward the future that lay ahead of her.

Why does this matter so much to them? I’d like to see them try to make sense of their lives after being stuck naked in a block of eternal ice for God knows how long. Why can’t they understand? Have they no sympathy?

Finally, she reached Herta Space Station. Fu Xuan’s voice no longer echoed clearly in her mind. Just as she had been in her prison of eternal ice, she was on her own once more.

It’s ok, March. You’ve got this. Take a deep breath. It’s not like you’re not used to not knowing. Find the person who’s not making any-

Her eyes caught sight of a familiar, welcoming face. Stelle stood waiting at the end of the corridor of the curio room.

“Stelle! I’m so glad you’re here. Can you please tell me-“

“March,” she interrupted sternly. “Leave your memories in the past. Why do you insist on returning to them? If they were so important to you, wouldn’t you have remembered them? The moment a Nameless boards the Express, a new life begins. We set out on a new road, never to return. Explore, trailblaze…but do not dwell on the past. You’ll tarnish the reputation of the Nameless.”

“ENOUGH!” March screamed back. “You’re not her! You’re nothing like her! Stelle would never try and force me to give up something so important to me!” She nocked a single icy arrow and pulled it back, her bowstring ready to snap with a force she didn’t know she was capable of.

“I don’t care who you are - disappear right now and let me pass. And don’t you ever pretend to be one of my friends again!”

Remembering the rest of the events of her trip through the Matrix made her feel numb. She’d gone through yet another seemingly useless trial only to come out empty-handed once more. Again, she was no closer to the truth and only had more trauma to show for her efforts.

Even as she now lay in bed in her room on the Express, she couldn’t forget the way Stelle had looked at her when she returned from her excursion - like she was a wounded animal to be pitied. She had asked if she was alright, and of course, March hadn’t had the guts to tell her how she really felt.

“Yea…I’m fine. Just a bit exhausted.” A bald-faced lie.

“…Are you sure? You look pretty shaken up.”

“You’re sweet for worrying about me, but yes. I’m fine. I’m sure we’ll get closer to an answer on a different planet,” she replied with a solemn fake smile. Another lie. She had lost any and all hope at this point.

Her head snapped up at the sound of a barely audible knock at her cabin door.

“March…you awake?”

What could Stelle want? It’s almost midnight. Normally she’s out cold by now.

In a hushed tone, she answered, “I am, but I’m pretty wiped. Is it an emergency?”

“I think it’s better if we discuss it in your room. I don’t want to wake everyone else up. Please…just let me in.”

She let out a resigned sigh as she padded barefoot across the room. Thankfully the pajamas she had selected for the night were cute. If there was one thing she knew she must have had a knack for in the past, it was her fashion sense.

March pressed the button to open the door and let her late-night visitor in. Walking back to her bed, she plopped down and hugged a pillow to her chest.

“Stelle, what’s up? I’m not really in the mood for a sleepover tonight.”

The other girl wandered across the room, stopping by the window sill to grab her friend’s near-life-size Pom Pom plush.

“May I?” She asked, pointing to the spot on the bed beside her.

March huffed. This is going to be a long night.

“Sure, I guess.”

Stelle sat down and brought the stuffed animal up to cover her face. In an attempt to make March smile, she gave her best Pom Pom impression.

“Now, why don’t you tell Pom Pom what’s up?”

The corners of March’s lips twitched upward. She wasn’t in the mood, but Stelle had such good intentions there was no way she couldn’t acknowledge her goofiness was what made her so endearing.

“Stelle, quit it,” she said as she playfully slapped her with the pillow. “I swear to tell you if you promise not to do that horrendous fake Pom Pom voice. Deal?”

The girl gave her an awkward smirk back. “Deal. Now - tell me what’s been bugging you. You haven’t been yourself since we got back from the Luofu. Spill it.”

March took a deep breath. It was just the two of them. She loved Himeko and appreciated all she had done for her, but she never wanted to seem ungrateful for the future she had been gifted thanks to her. She’d feel uncomfortable bringing this up with anyone other than Stelle.

“It’s just…I know I’m where I’m meant to be now. But that doesn’t make the gap in my memories any easier to live with. At first, I thought if I just kept my focus on what’s yet to come, I wouldn’t be so…scared…about what happened before I started my life here on the Express. What if…what if the reason I didn’t learn anything in the Matrix is because my past is so horrifying I’ve forced myself to bury it so deeply it’ll never see the light of day?”

She looked at Stelle with a stare that was begging for any answer that might assuage her fear. The silver-haired trailblazer wrapped her arm around her shoulder in a movement that made heat rise in March’s cheeks. She knew she didn’t mean anything by it - she was just trying to comfort her…right?

“March…you’re talking to the one person who can probably relate to you the most. When I woke up on Herta Space Station, I had no idea where I was. Some woman I vaguely remember was talking to me and essentially telling me I was on my own. But she did say one thing that gave me hope, and I want to share it with you in case it might help. ‘At the end of your journey, all that perplexes you and troubles you will resolve.’ Just…don’t forget I’m here for you on that journey, ok?” She finished with a squeeze.

Tears prickled at the corner of March’s eyes. She was thankful she had brought this up. Many times, she was so wrapped up in her own worries that she didn’t stop to realize Stelle really did know how she felt. Allowing her head to fall on her shoulder, she murmured, “Thanks, Stelle. Since you’ve shared that with me, I’ll share something with you. Whenever I find myself feeling down, sometimes I’ll make up different possible backstories for myself to fill in the blanks. So far, I’ve come up with about 67 different versions,” she chuckled and looked up at her with a defeated smile. “Silly, isn’t it?”

They exchanged a moment of silence, their faces illuminated by the starlight of the heavenly bodies drifting past March’s window. Stelle slipped her finger under her chin, tilting her face so they’d see eye to eye.

“Your feelings aren’t silly. Not to me.”

The breath with which she said these words warmed March’s lips as she drew closer. This wasn’t the first time she’d pictured this happening. It seemed as if Stelle had been by her side for far longer than only a few months. She knew they had developed a bond, but didn’t want it to shatter by letting her know what she felt for her might be more than just friendship. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. For the first time in she couldn’t remember how long, her past could wait - she only cared about now.

Stelle closed the distance between them, the stuffed Pom Pom falling forgotten to the floor as she caressed March’s face. The girl let out a sigh of contentment as she felt her uncertainty fade to black. The kiss was tender on the surface, with an underlying thread of need that threatened to boil over if they weren’t careful. The trailblazer’s lips slipped from hers as she rested her forehead against March’s.

“You went through a lot today. I’d like to help you relieve the stress…if you’ll permit me.”

“Stelle…there’s nothing I want more.” As the other girl pulled her onto her lap, March couldn’t help but admire her strength. I guess she does pack quite a wallop with that bat…

Helping her out of her pajamas, Stelle held her in a way that eased any fear she may have had of not being what she expected or wanted. The trailblazer kissed her neck. Then her shoulder. As her mouth made contact with the swell of her breast, March had to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

“I’m so used to hearing you talk that it’s strange when you’re this quiet, you know,” Stelle teased. Her signature brand of humor made March feel at ease.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I’ve just…never done this before. Or…at least I don’t remember having ever done this before.”

“Well, this is the perfect time to make some new memories then,” Stelle responded as her tongue found an already-taught nipple.

“Ah! Stelle…”

“Much better,” she murmured as she continued to lick and suck. “Unless you want me to stop? I can always just pick up the Pom Pom plush and we can all cuddle until you fall asleep.”

“For once…ah!…just be serious!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘keep going’.” Her hand drifted instinctively between March’s thighs, the tips of her fingers immediately meeting slick skin. With a whimper March nuzzled closer, wrapping her arms around Stelle’s neck.

“I’ve got you,” she reassured. “Just focus on the feeling. Open a little for me, love.”

Not used to being called such a term of endearment, March melted at the request and moved her legs wider.

“That’s my girl,” Stelle praised as she began to slowly work her sensitive bud.

“Stelle…it feels…so good…”

The silver-haired woman brought her lips closer to her ear and whispered, “I’m glad. I’ve gotta admit…hearing you groan my name like that is something I never thought would happen in reality. Can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you come.” The increased speed of her stroking on top of such suggestive words being uttered made March involuntarily jerk her hips in a plea for more.

Stelle understood without having to ask. Sliding her middle and ring fingers into her entrance, she maintained the pace of her other finger’s movement against her clit.

“Fuck…Stelle…don’t stop…please…” she begged.

“Don’t plan on it. Come for me, March. Let go.” The girl in her arms cried out, her ecstasy muffled against Stelle’s chest as she held her close. She ran her fingers through the girl’s soft pink hair in reassurance as she came down from her high. March smiled before placing a soft kiss on the trailblazer’s lips. Slowly gaining confidence, she divested Stelle of her clothing before guiding her to lay on her back.

March slid her thumbs across her nipples, eliciting a deep groan from her. Continuing to tease them between her index finger and thumb, she could feel them getting harder at her touch.

“Ma-March,” Stelle moaned in response.

Kissing down her body, the girl made her way to her entrance. Looking up at her hesitantly, she waited until her silver-haired lover nodded and ran her hands through her tresses once again.

March slipped her tongue between her slick folds and listened as she hissed with pleasure at the feeling of wet heat against her sensitive bundle of nerves. She continued to slowly circle the bud with her tongue as Stelle’s breathing became more ragged with each swirl.

“March…fuck…faster,” she groaned as she writhed against her face. Her movements were much too slow for her needs. The girl inserted her tongue into her, thrusting in and out quickly.

“Yesssss…just like that,” Stelle directed breathlessly.

She added the pressure of her thumb to Stelle’s clit and she arched her back off the bed in response.

“Shit…fuck…going to…” Before she could finish the sentence, the trailblazer’s legs shook around March’s head threatening to close around her. She wrenched herself free and sought the comfort of her body heat. They snuggled into each other under the sheets that were as cozy as Stelle had always imagined they would be.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that. I wanted this to be stress-free for you,” she said as March interlocked her fingers with hers.

“Oh, trust me, this wasn’t even close to being the most stressful part of my day. It was the least I could do to thank you for helping me realize I’m not alone,” March responded.

Stelle brought their clasped hands to her lips and placed a chaste kiss on the back of them. “Well, as Dan Heng once told me: ‘Here on the Astral Express, nobody is alone.’ The guy can be a downer sometimes, but I have to say - in this case, he’s right.”

March squeezed her hand in response. She felt her eyelids become heavy with sleep. “Stelle…you’ll stay with me tonight, right?”

“Of course, love.”

“One more thing?”

“Yea?”

“Can you hand me Pom Pom? I can’t sleep without them.”

[cherrycrate]

Muted Desire - Dan Heng x Reader

Chapter 7!

Dan Heng was attractive. No doubt about it. He was the clean, cool type of attractive. The person you look at and think that their good looks are enhanced by their relaxed, straightforward mannerisms.

But seeing his dark raven hair all messed up, while his shirt had moved up and the bedsheets had moved down just enough to fill in the gaps in your mind - it had done something to you. And it was both exciting and uncomfortable. Seeing a good looking man next to you after waking up and not feeling attracted to him in the slightest would break the laws of nature. It was simple law of attraction. Nothing more.

Oh my goodness I am back back back back back again!!

I was on a short hiatus to write as many chapters as I could in order to be able to post more frequently until the end of the year! Sacrifices sometimes have to be made:')

anyways, thank you for all the love on my work!! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!!

[hsrwlwbigbang]

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[aventurineswife]

[itssstarry]

Starch again yay

[toruskiii]

Group chats texts with them!!!

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

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Dan Heng, March 7th, Caelus, Stelle

Blade, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Firefly

Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Moze

Boothill, Argenti

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[amosprinz]

happy pride month 💗

[aphroditesswan]

Hi! I was wondering whether you could do hc’s on when hsr men and women react when they see a bulge (whether from their cocks or dildo’s) when their fucking you - G

intro: singularity 

honkai star rail x afab fem reader 

warning : smut, tummy bulge, nsft, rough sex, mating press, degrading, praise, full nelson, cowgirl, begging, body worship, mirror usage (?), size kink, breeding kink, marking, spanking, implied strap on use but never explicitly stated, breath play, i dunno what else ngl, might be ooc 

summary : while the hsr characters are rearranging your insides, they notice themselves inside your guts. how do they react? 

genre : smut 

notes : can you tell i went SO HARD on the women’s. 

Caelus 

caelus threw his head back as he sank into you, his arms hooked around the back of your legs to spread them wide open for the mirror in front of you both, his hips bucking up to push himself further into you. he brought his gaze back, that the whole point of the mirror was to see your pretty face as he fucked you senseless. he moved in and out, his eyes moving around your body and almost completely tuning out your whines at his agonizingly slow pace. when he noticed the small bump in your stomach that disappeared when he pulled almost halfway out, he only got slower, wanting to see every second that his cock moved in and out of you and really, truly fucked you. 

“just wait baby, please please please please… fuck you feel so nice around me.” 

Stelle 

her hands gripped your hips as she moved you up and down her length, her eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down with your breath along with each sudden buck of her hips she made up into you. when stelle’s gaze finally met the bulge in your stomach, she bucked her hips up harder than before to get a good look at the tent that appeared and disappeared with each thrust, causing a yelp to be let out of you. she put pressure on the bulge as she thrusted in as deeply as she could, a giddy smile on her face that complimented her dazed eyes that were focused on your stomach and tits that bounced with each thrust. she was completely and utterly memorized with how your body moved and reacted to everything she did, and she was only determined to keep seeing the reactions on that pretty face of yours. 

“look at how nice i look in you, baby… you’re sooo gorgeous like this,,” 

March 7th

her hands eagerly moved around you, touching, feeling, groping wherever they could as she thrusted in and out of you. march noticed the slight movement in your stomach when she moved her hands down to claw into your thighs, but she didn’t stop any of her thrust. she kept going just as she had before she noticed, one hand digging into your thigh while the other pushed down on your stomach as she giggled softly at the sight. she was quick to grab her camera though, snapping a picture on her blue camera of the bulge in your stomach appearing as she thrusted in and out of you, then one of your flushed out face, getting your pretty tits in both pictures. 

“you’re so pretty for me, how could i resist?” 

Dan Heng

his fingers were digging into the soft plush of your thighs when he noticed, slowing down his moments which was complete agony for you. dan heng quietly observed with his mouth slightly agape, just gazing at the small bulge in your stomach that could be seen as he thrusted in and out of you harshly. he kept his eyes focused on you and clear, his demeanor seemingly calm, but the very obvious blush on his face and the way he’s staring straight into the little area of your guts spoke otherwise. he’ll return to his fast pace in just a second, just let him admire you for a bit. 

“oh… oh, wow…” 

Kafka 

she had already bent you like a pretzel, you wondered how she hadn’t seen the bulge in your stomach by now as she pressed her hips against yours countless times. kafka had your legs over her shoulders, a gold anklet with the letter ‘k’ on it for her swinging back and forth and dangling next to her ear for her to hear as she pushed in and out of you. her gaze finally shifting from your fucked out expression to trial down between your bouncing breast and while on her way to where your bodies connected, something catching her eye that made her look from your dripping cunt to right above, the small bump going in and out with each thrust. she moved a hand that gripped right above your knee and pressed you against her chest to push down on the bulge, feeling it move under her as the other hand squeezed your neck softly. 

“you’re such a slut, y’know? felt that this whole time and didn’t even think to tell me.” 

Himeko 

she was so,so,so gentle with you. himeko was always taking her time to fully sink you done onto her length as she sat you flat on her lap. she ran her hands over your body, pressing and squeezing where she wanted but was still so gentle with you, letting you set the pace and believe you were in control and everything. she had her eyes focused on you, eye contact being something she valued when fucking you so nicely you saw white. her hands trailed down the sides of your stomach, whispering praises on how good you were for her, how she enjoyed every single second of you on top of her when her hands stopped, fingers grazing over the place where she felt a bit of movement. she caught on rather quickly, laughing under her breath to herself. 

“my… how lewd, don’t you think?” 

Blade 

with your thighs pressed against his large chest, movement for you was almost impossible unless blade was manhandling you or you were rocking back and forth from his harsh thrust. his hands gripped bruises into your hips, groaning into your ear as he restricted some of your breathing with just pressing himself onto you, your knees pushing your tits together and your thighs against your stomach. he was laid on top of you but was somehow keeping his stance with how he thrusted in and out of you. he looked down to see where you two met, seeing the small bulge that popped out whenever he was balls deep in you. he chuckled lowly at the sight below him, smacking your thigh which earned a small yelp and a star seeing clench around his cock from you. 

“pathetic, you’re so small i’m practically popping out of you. you can take it, can’t you?”