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mm-lurking · 2 months

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Emperor Blade AU brainrot

I'm struggling to finish my Blade wips so have this for today. Inspired by my interest in historical Chinese dramas (forgive me for my limited knowledge), Im writing this as 12am please don't mind me with the grammar mistakes etc thank you WC: 1000 ish Warnings: blade x fem! reader, NOT proofread! --- Emperor Blade who picks you during the wife selection stage. You, a middle-class woman with a clan that is neither too powerful nor weak, just ok. You, who compared to the many beauties with influence and high political power, are just average. But that doesn't matter to him as he calmly picks you from the list of candidates, dumbfounding his advisors and court members. Emperor Blade who only picked a wife because of the pressure his court was putting on him. In his thundering dominant reign of purging corruption and enemies, he had never considered being married even once. Marriage to him was an inconvenience and an unnecessary contract to sign.

Emperor Blade who keeps you at an arm's length, treating you just right so it's not controversial yet keeping you so distant that your only companion is your right handmaid. He doesn't speak much to you, and your conversations are short and out of formality. You barely see much of him as he spends most of his day running the nation and the times he is free he rarely visits you.

Emperor Blade who frankly doesn't care what you do or say, as long as you let him be and don't cause trouble. You're merely a pawn in his eyes, a pawn to get everyone to shut up and let him reign however he wants without interfering, that is -until you're pulled into the games of politics.

Emperor Blade whose eyes are raging with a fire his court members have never seen when a faction decides to take advantage of the awkwardness of your marriage and hurt you. He has never liked innocent people being involved in the deception and web of lies of politics. The anger in his voice followed by the withdrawal of his sword makes everyone present cower with fear as they rush to cease his anger so they can save their own heads.

Emperor Blade who works tirelessly at night to figure out who had dared to poison you so shamelessly without any consequences, his jawline clenched and knuckles white as he looks through all his reports to find the mole within the palace walls. Despite saying he doesn't have time for you before, he finds a way to visit you when you're unconscious in your bed, holding your hand as he looks over your peaceful face. Your touch is comforting yet foreign and despite his initial reservations, he finds himself wanting more.

Emperor Blade who rushes over to your chambers when he's informed that you're awake so he can see you for himself and breathe a sigh of relief. There is a twinkle in his eyes that you have never seen before but in your weak state, you shrug it off as your imagination. He swears to find the ones who have hurt you and promises to keep you safe. The tiny smile he shows you has you flabbergasted for the rest of the day.

Emperor Blade who does not hesitate to execute the perpetrators publicly as a warning for everyone to see, to fear the consequences of what would happen if anyone even thought about hurting his wife, his empress. He makes sure you're not watching so he doesn't subject you to the brutality of his role as the emperor. To him, he does not find the need to scare you with his powers. He does not want you to fear him.

Emperor Blade who is slowly but surely falling in love with you. You find yourself welcoming him into your chambers more and more as he drinks tea and chit chats about his interests with you, something you were confused by at first but now have become accustomed to. He loves how you eagerly listen to him and offer your opinions if asked while making sure he's comfortable in your space.

Emperor Blade, who swore to never fall in love, has his heart beating faster and faster whenever he sees you, his breath hitching in his throat when you pass by him in the halls wearing your beautiful gowns. Your scent is intoxicating and he finds himself addicted to you, unable to get enough of you.

Emperor Blade who asks you to accompany him to the pavilion to admire the moon one day. He asks you to wear your favourite gown and says nothing more, leaving you confused but curious. You comply as you meet him in front of your palace, shyly smiling as he admires you.

Emperor Blade who takes your hand into his own, causing you to gasp as the public display of affection. His grip is firm and unwavering, a sign that he doesn't plan to let go. He dismisses his guards and your maids, leaving only you two alone as you both walk to the pavilion and stare at the night sky. The moon is bright and beautiful today with stars that twinkle in the sky like jewels.

Emperor Blade who pulls you into his arms, lifting ur chin with one hand as he looks into your eyes. "You're beautiful", he murmurs causing you to blush. The faint redness of your cheek makes him chuckle as he draws closer. Your noses are touching and your hearts thumping.

Emperor Blade who before only viewed you as a pawn, an inconvenience and a waste of time, now looks at you endlessly as he flicks his gaze back and forth between your lips and your eyes, asking for silent permission as his grip on your waist tightens and the gap between you two closes.

Emperor Blade who asked you to keep your distance from him now closes the distance between you both with a kiss, a kiss that washes away every painful thing he had said to you before. The winds of the night embrace the both of you at this moment as if it were a sign of acceptance from nature itself, a thumbs up almost.

Emperor Blade, a man of fear, blood and formidable reign had now become a man of affection, love and security. A man who swore to never love and never be married is now a man who is deeply in love with you. As the night continues and the moon illuminates your figures, he promises to cherish you and be your man for the rest of your life. A man whose tenderness, warmth and devotion are reserved for you and only you to see. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

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pryllee · 1 month

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Whoops.

Blade x Fem! Reader

Injuries, confessing, teensy bit angsty, reader has wings, mwuah

A/N: Short summary, you got injured, blade doesn't seem to care much, you become mad asf and blurt out a confession on accident while Kafka and the others are in the room. I'll use normal text this time incase people can't see clearly.

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Blade cleans out your wound apparently trying to be gentle yet fails horribly making his motions rigid as fuck.

You can't help but wince and flinch at the stinging sensation the alcohol dampened cotton ball rubs at the harsh bruise on your ankle.

"Fuck— ow! Do I really need a bruise cleaned out?" You sob in disdain, wings suddenly flinching as the cotton ball makes its way down the huge neon red slash on your back.

"Yes. Now stop moving so much." He scolded back in response, only pulling out a soft annoyed whimper out of your pursed lips.

"Bladie, y'know you should try to be a bit more gentle with her." Kafka sighs, seeming to feel bad for you.

As you tried to fly away during a mission to avoid a horrid predicament, one of the opposers had tugged onto your leg harshly, slicing your back in the process of trying to cut your wings.

"Not my fault she keeps squirming around so much." Grabbing a roll of gauze, wrapping it around your torso trying to avoid hindering your capabilities to fly — in short, trying not to wrap your wings along as well.

"There." He cut the gauze off, securing it in place as you see the others enter the room from behind.

They're probably here to grab a few things.

He stood up, returning to his normal stance, "Now, can I go Kafka?" Speaking impatiently. The tone and choice of words triggered something inside of you, furrowing your brows slightly.

"Aeons, Blade, if you never wanted to even come see me in the first place, you should've just stayed in your stupid training grounds mindlessly fighting your dumb inner demons." You scowled, earning a shocked look from Kafka, with the others turning their head in curiousity

"What?" Blade hissed, daring you to repeat those words you so unthankfully uttered after he helped you.

"Oh don't even. You clearly heard what I said you asshole — God why are you so fucking clueless whenever I come around? You always listen to Kafka, Kafka this, Kafka that." You mock him, adding more;

"I don't even understand why I like you!"

You abruptly cover your mouth almost instantly as shock took over your whole body, realizing what you had accidentally blurted out unconciously.

Silver Wolfs jaw seemed to drop, mouth agape from your sudden confession she and Firefly had accidentally stumbled into.

"Oh?" Kafka gave a small laugh, yet tears threatnened to spill from the embarrassment avoiding Blades eyes as you hurriedly got up, fishing up your discarded shirt making a mad dash out of the infirmary with your wings covering your whole upper half to try shield you from the eyes that were on you.

You couldn't even tell what the expression on his face was as you ran away in a fit of embarrassment.

Wanting to bury a hole to hide in forever, yet you couldn't. Only running outside onto the rooftop.

You held onto the railings, trying to take deep breathes, tilting your head backwards to stop the tears from flowing.

For some reason, you felt like snapping today. Maybe you woke up on the wrong side of bed, but who knows?

You nestled your head against your arms, resting against the ice cold metal. Till you suddenly heard the rooftop door fly open.

Soft yet loud footsteps could be heard approaching you from behind, making a few tears slip out dampening your sleeves slightly in the process.

It was obvious one of them told him to run after you — yet you just continued to burrow your head, hiding yourself in embarrassment hoping he'd just walk away like he always did after taking one glance to confirm you were fine.

Your wings again flinched at the sudden contact of a finger, "Piss off." You hissed, turning your head to the side trying to avoid his prying eyes.

"You liked me?" He asked, leaning against the railings you weren't facing.

You only remained silent, feeling like you could vomit at any moment with how your stomach felt like it was twisting out of anxiety. He tugged at your hair, making you face him earning an annoyed hiss.

"I'm sorry."

"...?"

He apologized...— He apologized ?

He let go of your hair, instead wrapping one hand around your neck as he leaned into your lips. Kissing you.

His lips felt rough, yet warm. The rest of his body seemed to be cold to the touch like a lifeless body, yet his lips felt warm against yours.

You pushed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tightly never wanting to let go — until you hear a ’ click! ’ from behind you.

"Whoops, didn't meant to interrupt the moment, sorry guys." Silver Wolf giggled amusingly with a camera in hand, causing the blood from your face drain.

You were about to run over to smack the camera out of her hands, but Blades grip on you intensified.

"Ignore her." He hummed.

"But—" As you were about to speak, he shut you up with a kiss once again as Silver Wolf took it as her cue to make a run for it.

Pulling away, his lips left a string of saliva connecting both of you.

Blade became a lot more doting after this.

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pearlywritings · 24 days

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Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction.

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them.

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible?

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you.

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip.

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight.

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

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anantaru · 11 months

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jing yuan or blade.. size kink.. moans

size kink with jing yuan and your trembling thighs wrapped around his hips, he’s warm enough and comfy while being in between your knees. There‘s a fighting desire in him to worship you, of course, but when jing yuan notices you exceedingly struggling, your breath quickening when he attempts to drill in another inch of his stiff length— just one, but so unbelievably big and heavy that your face tilts up to look at him, eager and wanting, but pouty and desperate to have more of him in even though he had already increased the pressure. it‘s exposing you to the reality that he can give and rut into you, with the almost sweet scent of your arousal hanging in the air, jing yuan will still struggle to fuck you properly— he‘s growling into your neck from overstimulation, but he only wants you more.

size kink with blade as he squeezes around your chest, your sqishy mounds fitting ever so wonderfully against his palm. you choke upon your own very mewls and cries when blade pulls your hips into him, his thumb going all the way down your clit to stimulate you further, flicking his digit over the simmering spot— so you‘d get even wetter for him and make it somewhat easier for blade to access the deepest and most dearest parts of you. You give him enough space, parting your legs, your eyes half crazed with lust and love as he grinds into the thin entrance of your used pussy again. and fuck, the sight of it all— blade looks so good, so hot and sexy when his breath wafts against your hot flesh and dampens your neck as you stroke his long, coiling length with your dripping walls, wondering if he‘d cum on your pretty face next. maybe, if you ask nicely that is.

#jing yuan smut #blade smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #fem! reader #tw size kink #cw size kink

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 days

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He enjoyed the little gasp you would let out when his hand slipped under your skirt while eating dinner with an acquaintance. Your cheeks would grow hot with embarrassment when they would ask you what was wrong, and you were forced to say it was nothing while his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.

You grasped the table cloth, biting your lip when he began fingering you. It was unfair how calm he looked while his fingers were knuckle deep inside of your cunt, curling up to hit that special spot that had you cumming all over his hand.

“P-please excuse me…”

You shyly stood, hoping that your slick was visible as it ran down your legs, speed walking to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

As you pouted and splashed your face to help lesson the heat taking over you body, you didn’t notice him sneaking into the bathroom until he was bending you over and pushing your panties to the side.

“I hate how they look at you…” he muttered, rubbing his cock against your needy cunt. “They need to know who you belong to.”

Without warning he thrusted into you, groaning into your ear as his hips rutted against yours. He was jealous and a bit possessive over you, his princess. He couldn’t stand when people stared at you for too long with their lustful gazes. Didn’t they know you were his?

Your makeup ran down your face, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks as he turned your head so he could capture your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Mine, all mine, got that?”

You nodded and let out a mewl when he hit that special spot, and he continued to fuck into you until he painted your walls white, leaving you a panting mess, covered in sweat and cum.

He was nice enough to carry you home without anyone seeing the fucked out state you were in, and made sure to spoil you with kisses, snuggles, and snacks once you were alone.

He loved you after all, and would make sure his pretty princess was well taken care of! 💗

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||GOJO |||GETO ||NANAMI ||TOJI ||CHOSO ||SUKUNA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI || KURAPIKA ||BLADE ||AVENTURINE ||WRIOTHESLEY ||KAEYA || DILUC ||ZHONGLI ||SANEMI ||RENGOKU ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV

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philistiniphagottini · 1 month

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Based off of this poll. Thanks again for indulging me, I'm really having a lot of fun with writing these threesome pairings. Feedback is welcome and appreciate. Enjoy~

cw. smut, threesome, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, fem! reader ((blade's tongue reaches your cervix because he's a freak of nature))

nsfw below the cut

"Hold her still."

Dan Heng silently nodded along to the Stellaron Hunter’s words, not a single ounce of resistance to be found when following the command. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue as Dan Heng placed his warm hands upon your bare skin, causing pleasant tingles to race along your back as heat coiled low in the pit of your stomach. The tips of his fingers traced along the insides of your plush thighs, causing your back to press harder into his chest from his position seated behind you. His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear as his fingertips walked along the smooth expanse of your thighs, his voice dripping from his tongue like warm honey as he purred your name huskily.

Every single hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as Blade placed his hands on your spread knees, your eyes dazed in a haze of lust as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You squirmed when you felt wisps of his dark hair tickling your heated skin, your blood simmering hotly in your veins as he spread your legs further apart for his hungry gaze. Dan Heng’s grip on your thighs became firm when you tried to shy away, his hands sinking into the fat of your thighs until the skin spilled between his fingers.

"Shh, be good and hold still" he gently whispered.

You whimpered softly, swallowing around the lump in your throat as you nodded gently. Your teeth were set on edge as Blade continued to spread your legs further apart, a flow of cool air hitting your delicate features as your wet sex opened up like a delicate flower in bloom. A slow smile crawled over Blade’s face at the sight of your pussy practically drooling, beads of arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs and staining your skin with pretty pearls of white. Your nerves jolted under his intense gaze and you couldn’t help the quiver of your knees when he spoke, his voice vibrating along your skin as his hot breath puffed against your skin.

"Look at you" he cooed with a mocking smile. "Barely touched and you’re already dripping. Do you like being our pretty, little play thing?"

Your eyelashes fluttered over your burning cheeks as you pinched your kiss swollen lips between your teeth, stifling the shameful noise that tried to crawl out of your throat. Dan Heng helped to ease the tension out of your muscles as he pressed his mouth to the sensitive pulse in your neck, his strong hands kneading at your hips and thighs as his thumbs brushed along the beautiful dip of your v-line. A soft moan bubbled in the back of your throat as his warm breath puffed against your neck, his eyes cast down on the man kneeling between your warm thighs.

"She’s not a toy" Dan Heng said, a hint of a hiss lacing the edge of his tone. "Do not treat her like one."

Blade’s ears itched at the sound of the younger man’s voice. His stare only flickered to him briefly, matching the fierce glare for a moment before his eyes lay back on his prize. He rubbed his cheek along your thigh as he crawled forward, his mouth already watering at the sight and smell of your arousal as it curled deep in the pit of his lungs with each deep breath he took.

"I wouldn’t dream of it" Blade mumbled against your skin.

Your heart fluttered rapidly in your chest, pulse pounding as loud as the beat of a drum in your ears as Blade’s mouth drew closer to the place you so desperately needed him. You mewled as Dan Heng squeezed your soft stomach in reassurance, his lips a soothing balm against your skin as he helped to keep you ground to this reality. A spine-tingling shiver wracked your entire being when you felt Blade’s fingers ghost over your wet pussy, gently pushing apart your puffy lips until your clit was exposed. You squeaked, the tips of your ears burning red hot as he blew cool air against the hot little bud at the top of your pussy, the nub flushing to life as it twitched from his attention. A chuckle blew past his lips as his gaze flicked back up to yours for a brief second.

"How cute."

You sucked down a sharp breath, your stomach doing flips when his slick lips touched your pussy. You threw your head back with a loud moan, fingers scratching at Dan Heng’s pants as your nails caught in the material. Dan Heng’s breathing wavered as you pressed more of your weight against him, the soft globes of your ass cheeks grinding against his half-hardened cock through the tight confines of his pants and making him stifle a moan. He massaged his hands along your stomach, watching you intently through half lidded eyes as he drank in every intimate movement of your body like he was in a trance. From the way your lips parted around a moan to the way your hips twitched forward, plump thighs trembling with strain as you tried to contain the blissful tremors running rampant around your body. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, lips pressed to your skin as you squirmed in his steadfast hold, becoming your anchor in the fierce storm swelling inside of you.

Another salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as Blade’s tongue poked through the seam of his bruised lips and traced along the hood of your clit. The heat pooled rapidly in your stomach, hot coil twisting and knotting itself tighter as his mouth teased your wet pussy. Your head felt like it was spinning as he dragged his tongue along your creamy folds, your greedy hole fluttering desperately as he tasted you. You tightened your hold on Dan Heng’s legs as you felt a moan vibrate at the apex of your thighs, Blade’s breath trapped between your soft thighs as he stuffed more of your gorgeous pussy into his hungry mouth. He was eating you like a man that had been starved for three full days, the lashing of his tongue desperate as he greedily savoured the taste of you melting on his tongue.

"Blade…shit…"

You fought to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent sentence. It was hard to focus when it felt like your head was slowly being emptied of every single thought. You weren’t sure whose hands belonged to who anymore, unable to distinguish who was touching where as you melted into the warm embrace of both men, simply melting into a warm puddle of goo. Your ears twitched forward at the wet sound coming between your legs, your toes curling at the thrash of Blade’s sharp tongue swirling around your clit, making fireworks spark in the pit of your stomach with how mind numbingly good he was with his mouth.

A sharp gasp tumbled from your parted lips when you felt Dan Heng’s hands squeeze your chest, cupping your breasts in the palm of his hands. Your eyes fluttered open as you leaned into his embrace, your lungs pinching in your chest as he pressed his lips against the shell of your ear.

"You look so beautiful like this" he said, placing a delicate kiss against the lobe of your ear. "Do you feel good?"

You hummed warmly in response as his hands kneaded at your perfect tits, fingers finding your pert nipples and squeezing the pink tips into stiff peaks. You shuddered as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, moaning against his perspiring skin at the curious touch of his fingers. Your body felt incredibly warm and light as your hips twitched forward into Blade’s mouth, his large hands planted firmly on your hips as he dragged you closer to his drooling mouth. You offered more of your chest up to Dan Heng as your back curved in a beautiful arch, tits bouncing into the waiting touch of his hands as he squeezed the pillowy skin.

"Ahh, Dan Heng" you moaned softly.

You felt his sharp teeth pressing against your cheek before he suddenly caught your lips in a searing kiss. You had to twist your head at an awkward angle to properly kiss him but the crick in your neck was worth the soft touch of his lips. You moaned hotly as he pried your lips apart with his tongue, fingers tugging at your nipples until the sensitive nubs sent shocks of electricity racing down your spine. You couldn’t contain the lewd sounds that bubbled up your throat as Dan Heng hungrily swallowed them, tongue lapping at the saliva clinging to your lips as you moaned his name so sweetly for him. His long, serpentine tongue almost made you suffocate as it pinned down your own tongue, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth as his sharp teeth sank into your plump lips.

The sounds you made for the other man only made Blade’s ears burn fiercely with a terrible itch. He could not stand the sound of another man’s name in your mouth, whispered so intimately like a prayer. Though there was a mutual agreement to bring no harm upon the other when you were involved, he still could not quash the irritable feeling of jealousy when it reared its ugly head. He was going to have to change the name you held so dearly in your mouth. He parted from your silky folds with a wet pop, a thin strand of saliva breaking as he swiftly moved. He brought his gloved hand to his lips, sharp teeth bared as he dug them into the leather and sharply tugged it off. He spat the glove out with a soft hiss before diving back between your legs.

You sucked down a harsh breath, almost choking on Dan Heng’s tongue currently lodged in the back of your throat when you felt Blade’s scarred hand rub against your wet slit. You parted from Dan Heng with a wet pop, a bewildered look crossing your features as you turned your attention back between your legs.

"Blade?"

You shuddered when you felt the calloused pad of his finger press against your sopping entrance, circling and teasing the fluttering hole. The sound of your voice made him peer up at you, making sure he held your rapt attention as he dragged his tongue through your folds, scooping up a mixture of your creamy essence and his saliva before swallowing thickly. You whimpered at the sight and squirmed as he dug his black nails into your skin hard enough to leave behind crescent shaped indents. You panted softly, tongue darting over your lips nervously as they parted when you chose to speak. But whatever words you were going to speak dried in your throat the second Blade pushed two fingers into your pussy. The apex of your thighs burned at the sudden intrusion, your pussy squelching around his fingers as they were eagerly swallowed whole.

"Bladie-ah Blade fuck-"

You moaned his name with complete abandon as he pistoned his fingers inside of you, burying them to the knuckle and roughly pumping his digits along to the frantic rhythm of his tongue lapping at your swollen clit. You twisted between Dan Heng’s thighs, one hand anchored to his strong thigh as you buried the other in Blade’s hair. Long, dark strands twisted around your fingers as you tugged harshly, hips shuddering as you tried to adjust to his sudden rough and harsh pace. Your feet kicked uselessly along his back as you sank your nails into the back of his scalp, tugging and threatening to pull his hair out at the roots. The feeling made his eyes roll into the back of his head as he growled against your pussy, feeling the glistening pearl of your clit twitching against his tongue when he curled his fingers deep inside of you. Your plush walls clenched around him when you felt the tips of his fingers stroking the soft gummy patch that made stars swirl in your vision. The heat inside of you was stoked into fiercer flames as Dan Heng continued to toy with your breasts, fingers roughly pinching your nipples and twisting until you sobbed with pleasure.

A constellation of tears clung to your lashes as the heat inside of you became unbearable, drool staining the corners of your lips as beads of your slick dripped down your quaking thighs in heavy rivulets.

"Bladie…fuck…gonna cum really hard" you warned with a heady slur.

Your words only made him double his efforts to get you to come undone, your voice sounding heavenly when you were screaming his name with unadulterated bliss. His teeth nipped at your slick clit, adding immense amounts of pressure to the little bundle of nerves until you finally ripped apart at the seams. The hot coil in your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces, liquid hot ecstasy flooding your veins with white hot relief as you cried out until your throat stung. Your mind spiralled as Blade’s tongue danced between your folds, lips slick and loudly smacking together as your plush walls squeezed his fingers snug. Your pleased mewls echoed around your stuffy bedroom as you writhed between your lovers grasp with bliss, thighs spasming as your juices squirted from your core.

The feeling made Blade immediately pull his fingers from your overly sensitive pussy and seal his mouth over your core. Tears stained your hot cheeks as your legs dangled uselessly in his grip, his tongue slipping inside of your soused walls as another strong wave of arousal stole the breath from your lungs. You mewled softly as Dan Heng’s thumb brushed along the hood of your clit; his lips pressed to your sweaty temple as he whispered soothing words.

"Good girl" he mumbled into your hair. "You’re doing so well."

He brushed stray strands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear as he pressed his lips to your skin over and over, trying to soothe the erratic beat of your heart as Blade continued to devour you. You could feel Blade’s tongue curling and twisting deep inside of you, his abnormally long tongue reaching even the most sacred places of you. He had the deep and intimate honour of knowing exactly what your womb tasted like, the tip of his tongue tingling when it brushed up against that familiar spongy patch deep inside of you. A feral growl rumbled deep in his chest as his tongue pushed against your cervix, teeth dripping with saliva as another rush of your slick juices stained his skin. Your plush walls squeezed his tongue as the coil in your belly unfurled once more, overstimulated clit kicking weakly against the press of Dan Heng’s thumb. Strings of translucent fluid dripped from your sticky thighs and coated Blade’s chin yet he still did not relent, tongue incessantly pushing and abusing the opening of your womb as he tried to coax yet another rush out of you. Crystalline tears pooled in your eyes as your trembling hand weakly gripped his hair, trying to tug him off.

"Bladie please, really sensitive…"

Your hips twitched, your body unable to decide whether to shy away or lean into his touch. Your mind was too fuzzy to focus on anything other than the simmering heat building up inside of you yet again, the rough texture of his accursed tongue splitting open the folds of your pussy driving every single nerve in your body into overdrive. Your soft pleas fell on deaf ears, your soft mewls like a sweet melody as your body sung for him and begged for another release. He was so lost in the vivid taste of you that he regrettably forgot that there was another involved. Blade grunted when Dan Heng’s fingers curled into his hair as his mouth was swiftly tugged off your trembling pussy. But the way his tongue was roughly pulled from your walls, scrapping your fluttering hole so roughly and deliciously on the way out made you cum undone yet again. A smirk crawled across Blade’s features as your pussy clenched around nothing, slick juices cascading down your thighs as his absurdly long tongue left you with a loud pop. He let the appendage hang loose from his mouth for a moment, allowing you to admire how pearls of your creamy essence dripped down the slick muscle before withdrawing it back into his mouth.

Dan Heng sneered down at him. "Shameless prick."

Blade matched the younger man’s sneer as he batted his hand out of his hair, only allowing you to keep your hold on him as he twisted his head and placed a delicate kiss on the inside of your wrist. Dan Heng’s cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as he watched Blade’s tongue slowly drag across his lips, savouring the remnants of his meal as he lapped up the beads of your essence that stained his skin.

"Are you jealous, little pup? She tastes like the ripest of fruits. I’m sure you’re just dying for a taste."

Dan Heng swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tasted the desire in the back of his throat. He wasn’t going to lie, he did envy the position Blade was currently in, face pressed between your succulent thighs and drinking your sweet nectar. Blade nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, eyes dancing with mirth at the look of conflict dancing in Dan Heng’s eyes. You were currently purring like a contented cat between them, bones aching with a satisfied burn as you idly listened to the conversation they were having. You’d much rather have them get along than fight. Otherwise, you’d just have to smack their heads together like two frying pans…Again…

"If you ask nice enough, I’ll even show you how to get her to squirt like that again" Blade offered. "But only if you beg me."

Dan Heng huffed loudly, controlling the urge not to roll his eyes hard into the back of his skull. "How benevolent of you."

Blade chuckled softly as he dragged his bruised lips along your thigh, tongue eager to lap up the pearls of your orgasm still drizzling from your core.

"What can I say? Anything to please our pretty girl."

Dan Heng hummed softly in thought, his lips brushing along your cheek as his arms idly curled around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

"That is a tempting offer."

Your ears perked up at their scheming, your eyes darting between both men as they both gazed at you with hungry eyes. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that they were getting along…

You chuckled. "I’m in danger."

#my writing #hsr smut #hsr x reader #honaki star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr dan heng #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade x reader x dan heng #x reader #fem!reader #dan heng x reader

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ilovebladexo · 10 months

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HES ADORABLE.

#blade x reader #honkai star rail #star rail blade #blade hsr #jingren #hsr blade #fem! reader blade #blade x y/n

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scudslut · 3 months

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cockwarming with scud ❤️‍🔥

18+, mdni, f!reader

Scud is a cockwarming feign. If he could be inside you all hours of the day, he would. The man is clingy as fuck and wants his body pressed up against you at all times. He just loves knowing your his.

He’d be sat back on the couch lazily, joint hanging from his lips as he played some video game. Sauntering in and sitting beside him, he’d simply unbuckle his jeans, signalling you with a nudge and a cheeky smile, to move onto his lap. Slipping off your panties, you’d sink down onto his half hard cock, groans filling your ears as he adjusted himself. “Fuckkk, always so fuckin warm for me, aren’t ya?”

You’d just whimper quietly, enjoying the feeling of fullness as you laid your head on his chest, watching him continue whatever mindless game he played. You’d notice his thighs tremble more and more, trying like hell to keep his composure long enough to complete the level he was on, hissing with sensitivity each time you roll your hips softly into his.

Eventually he’d give up, tossing the controller across the room and flipping you to your back. “Just love being a fuckin brat, don’t you? Can’t just sit pretty like a good girl huh?”

He’d fuck into you rough, hitting that deliciously sinful spot deep inside you, over and over again. After you’ve came around him again and again, tears streaming down your cheeks, he’d kiss them away, “Learnt your lesson yet, baby?” Knowing damn well, you’d do the exact same thing later, craving him stuffed inside you constantly.

And even after he let go, deep within your walls, he would stay put, carefully rolling the two of you on your sides and switching the channel so you could watch whatever movie was on, falling into a sweet slumber tangled in eachothers arms as close as you could possibly be.

#norman reedus #scudsmut #scudfrohmeyer #scud x reader #scud blade 2 #scud #scudlikestud #he ate my heart #that boy is a monster #daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabbles #the walking dead #norman reedus smut #scudslut #x reader #smut #fem!reader

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blissfullyapillow · 5 months

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┃Blade + “only for the mission”

₊˚⊹♡ Blade x fem reader

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 1,555~

₊˚⊹♡ Warnings: self inflicted injuries + scars (Blade), only one bed trope, fake marriage that develops into very real feelings, totally legit Stellaron Hunter mission, a meddling Kafka & Silverwolf

₊˚⊹♡ Summary: Blade needs someone to play the role of his wife for a mission, and who else would be a better candidate than yours truly?

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: I had a random moment of inspiration as I imagined what Blade would be like if he was in a similar situation as Loid Forger. I could see it. (I'm being delusional)

₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

‧₊˚ ┊When Blade has to “marry” reader for a really obscure and totally real Stellaron hunter mission he was assigned to

𓆩♡𓆪

⋆〃You wonder why he chooses you of all people to be in a fake marriage with, but his reasoning is solid

⋆〃“We’ve worked together before, and we tolerate each other. I see no better candidate.”

⋆〃 If only you didn’t secretly harbor a crush on the unattainable man

⋆〃 Surprisingly a really great fake husband

⋆〃 Takes care of you and pays attention to details

⋆〃 He typically hates being cared for, but for you, in this instance, he’ll let his walls down and allow you to dote on him

⋆〃Cue a long pampering session where you unnecessarily give him a head to toe massage on his rare day off work

⋆〃He only allowed you to do it for the mission, though. Just to ensure you’re happy with your “relationship”

⋆〃Typically busy during the day; he gathers intel and often finds himself getting caught up in one too many altercations

⋆〃He starts to feel guilty when he returns home one evening and you fret over his many bleeding cuts, most of them of his own doing

⋆〃He can’t find it in himself to refuse your offer to patch him up. He has to swallow the lump in his throat as you delicately clean and bandage his fresh wounds.

⋆〃A soft, unexpected noise of surprise leaves him when he feels the soft press of your lips against his old scars

⋆〃“It’s only for the mission. I have to be in a suitable condition to continue fighting..” is how he reasoned with himself

⋆〃Yet his heart squeezed in his chest when he returned home the following day, with notably less self inflicted scars, and your radiant smile greeted him. He took notice of the unconcealed relief present within your irises

⋆〃He doesn’t know why, but it makes him feel good

⋆〃He has no idea of just how much of a hold he has on you

⋆〃One evening he brushed past you, squeezing by with just enough room, yet he used his hand to briefly squeeze your hip in passing

⋆〃the way your brain just shut. down.

⋆〃Your legs literally felt like jelly as he glanced back at you, only to send a little smirk your way before he entered your shared kitchen

⋆〃If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was flirting with you.

⋆〃… well, maybe he was.

⋆〃On a different day, when you two are in the process of tailing a person of interest, you wind up needing to share a bed.

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“I can’t believe I slept so well last night.” You whisper. You yawn as you stretch your limbs, your butt bumping against something as you stretch your body in a cat-like manner. “Well, that makes one of us.” Blade groggy voice immediately erases any fog of sleep you had clouding your brain.

You yelp, craning your neck back to look at Blade.

He’s visibly tired, an arm around your waist as you’re suspiciously close to him, even after your stretch.

You make an effort to move away, but he simply drags you back. He won’t admit it, but he couldn’t sleep a wink last night since you both shared a bed for the first time. He almost offered to sleep on the floor when he saw the look of sheer horror on your face when you realized the predicament you were in.

You two got the last available room of the gaudy hotel you were forced to reside in, all to continue tailing the person of interest, but there was only one bed in this room. It was late into the night and Blade was ready to sleep. He wasted no time stripping until the only thing left was his pants, before he snuggled under the covers.

You would’ve found the scene cute if you weren’t too busy freaking out.

“If you don’t get in I’ll drag you.” You know that tone. He isn’t joking. His eye pierces through the dark and you can see them narrow at you. When you still don’t move, he gets up. He ignores your flustered protests as he simply picks you up and plops you on the bed.

It seems you have no choice in the matter.

In that instance, you quickly go through your night routine before joining Blade in bed.

You expected to be kept all night as you tried to retain your composure, but you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Lo and behold, Blade was unable to fall asleep.

Your body heat permeated his skin, and he found the sensation to be… pleasant?

He didn’t know how fond he was of the thought, but he knew it was true. Your body unconsciously moved closer to him, and his entire body tensed. You stopped moving for a few minutes, and Blade found himself slowly drifting off.

Unfortunately for him, you wind up inviting yourself into the comfort of his arms.

The content sigh you released melted his heart, and he couldn’t find it in himself to push you away.

And so Blade held you throughout the night, rotating between drifting off and being abruptly awakened when you shifted in his arms.

Since when was his body so hyper-aware of your presence?

𓆩♡𓆪

⋆〃When Blade inevitably realizes that you hold more importance than just being his lovely ‘wife,’ his attitude begins to change

⋆〃It’s subtle, but you know Blade well enough to catch on to the little hints

⋆〃He’ll return home with little trinkets or gifts, things that caught his attention on the way home. They reminded him of you in a way.

⋆〃What really caught you attention is when he returned home with a beautiful hairpin. He instructed you to turn around before placing it in your hair. “This suits you, and it can be used as a weapon.” His simple explanation makes your heart race.

⋆〃You cherish that hairpin. Every time your gaze lands on it, a very obvious smile lights your features. Blade notices this and it elicits an oddly pleasant feeling within him.

⋆〃Soon the end of your mission draws near, and you find yourself longing to continue the charade. Being Blade’s wife has honestly been a lovely experience for you, as surprising as it is to say.

⋆〃Unbeknownst to you, Blade holds similar sentiments.

♡⸝⸝

“It’s not like we’re going to get married and live happily ever after.” Blade’s grumbled words serve as motivation for your fierce retort.

“Why not?”

His head whips around, his wide orbs stare deep into yours.

You hold his gaze.

His lips part in surprise. Honestly, he didn’t expect such a response. A strange part of him likes the idea, and his cheeks flush at the mere thought.

“…Pardon?”

You start, blinking your eyes owlishly at Blade.

The ‘Pardon’ was very uncharacteristic of Blade, and the pure shock in his tone is borderline comical.

It causes you to break character, and soon you’re giggling as you clutch your stomach. Blade is not amused; he closes his eyes as his arms wrap around the shattered blade he carries everywhere.

When you finally stop laughing, Blade is the one to say something first.

“Is marriage with me something you seek?” His question is knowing in a way; it’s almost as if he’s seen right through you, and your breath hitches at the terrifying thought. Were you becoming too obvious in your affections? Well, that question has a blatant answer, but still!

“U-Um..” “Be honest with me.” His words are rough. His eyebrows are furrowed as his eyes slowly open to peer at you. His orbs hold your gaze. You couldn’t think of a believable excuse even if you wanted to.

“I… yes…” You squeak.

You think you see his shoulders visibly relax once he hears your answer, but you must be fooling yourself.

He quickly closes the distance between the two of you. You squeal as he harshly pulls you into him, and your voice is soon muffled by the rough caress of his soft lips.

Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

He groans; your touch ignites something within him that has been dormant for far too long.

He quickly pulls away, only to say, “I’ll make it happen. For real this time,” before his lips seal yours once more.

...

Well, this was an unexpected outcome.

But an entirely welcome one nonetheless.

𓆩♡𓆪

⋆〃When you both return to the Stellaron Hunter HQ, hands intertwined, Kafka and Silverwolf are the first to greet you.

⋆〃Upon the sight of your intertwined hands, Kafka’s smirk only deepens. Silverwolf rolls her eyes as she releases a dramatic sigh. You watch in confusion as Silverwolf fishes for something in her pocket, before she hands Kafka a stack of credits

⋆〃“Welcome home lovebirds. How did the mission go? Judging by the looks on your faces, I see it was successful.” Kafka is all too pleased with herself.

⋆〃Blade is a bit confused, still in the dark, but he acknowledges Kafka’s statement.

⋆〃”What of it?” Is his gruff reply. Kafka only smiles, a knowing glint in her eyes, and Silverwolf has a similar look of content on her features

⋆〃Who knew the Stellaron Hunters loved to play matchmaker?

𓆩♡𓆪

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mm-lurking · 2 months

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He shouldn’t have gotten close to her. He shouldn’t have even dared to feel anything for her. He shouldn’t have had the audacity to love her. Love…love, he laughs to himself. What a foolish emotion. An unnecessary emotion to feel. Who was he to love? He was a man of sin, a life chained away in punishment and immortality. How could he love? How dare he love her? Yet here he was, thinking of her over and over like a broken record player that kept playing the rhythm of her voice and image in his head. Here he was, with a heartbeat louder than ever as he stared into the distance, his thoughts growing wilder and wilder. No…he cannot let himself sway like this. He was Blade, quite literally. He was a man of destruction and danger. He was not deserving of a feeling so warm and soft as love.

-excerpt from my unwritten piece, Your Depths

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pryllee · 1 month

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Eating Out?

Blade x Fem! Reader

The title is self-explanatory, cunnilungus / fingering, slight degrading kink, interrupted at the end, reader is implied to have a date + kinda implied to be friends with some benefits...

A/N: Got inspo from an old fic, and old blog I made/had. Wanted to try making it kinda better though, this time with Blade cus his personality fits it juuuuust right... Might've not went the way I planned it, tho.

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"Hey," He calls your name, "Are we eating outside this time?" asking a question, and you raise a thumbs up behind the couch in response.

"Was that a yes or a no? I can't tell what you're truly thinking if you dryly raise a gesture into the air without a word." He emphasized the word ’dryly’, with his brows slightly furrowing in annoyance as you continue to remain silent.

Reluctantly, he decided to walk closer to you to find out what you were so focused on that he didn't need to be in your sight.

"So, a yes?" He spoke again with a questioning voice, crossing his arms as he scanned your figure. Head down, staring at your phone mindlessly.

Suddenly, he let out a disgruntled sigh which finally peels your eyes off the screen thats been distracting you so much.

"Oh... Uhm. Sorry. Just get take out..." You spoke with a dejected voice, raising one of his brows.

"Sure, what should we...—" He stops in the middle of his hundredth question as he found you, once again, boring eyes into your phones screen, stuck in a DM with someone.

The last time he had replied was a few hours ago. When he accepted your proposal out to a cafe — a date.

Your train of thoughts were broken as you felt your legs being slowly spread apart, your skirt stretching slightly.

"Blade?" You voiced a concern, finding his head inbetween your thighs, planting a hand on one of them.

"Actually, I think I'd rather eating out today, no?" He pushes the hem of your skirt upwards, then plastering his mouth onto your clothed sex earning a little confused yelp from you, loosely holding onto his hair.

"So, what happened this time?"

He was used to this, actually. You were always suddenly ghosted by people you've matched with on a dating app.

"Hnn...— The usual..." You let out a shaky breathe, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he slid your panties down, discarding it somewhere near.

"Hm, is that so?" He pauses, slipping a finger inside, "Perhaps it's because of how lewd you are with your roommate." Adding salt to the wound, quite like him.

"God...— You're always, mngh.. The one that...!"

"That what?" He adds another finger, making it two. It's starting to bother you with how still he is.

You buck your hips slightly, hoping for some friction from his rough fingers.

He only watches you.

Eyes analyzing your embarrassed expression, you would try to close your legs for your dignity — but you can't, frankly. His upper half was stopping that from happening.

"C'mon. Show me how much you need it."

This fucker, hes amused. But somewhat, you can't help but feel more aroused in this situation. You grind your hips slightly against the couch, his fingers slowly curling inside.

You grit your teeth, curling your toes as you feel yourself nearing your climax. You try to speed your pace to feel the satisfaction — yet was left disappointed as he withdrew his fingers.

"Nnh...– Ugh, I worked too hard to get off from just your fingers just for you to do that." You pout slightly in frustration.

"Mmh, what a slut. I'll get to that in a second. Be patient." He licks a stripe up your folds, making you shudder back into the pillows. You clutch onto your slipping lips trying to stop a waterfall of moans.

"Aah... Ren" You spoke with a trembling voice, his name slipping out in bliss. Completely forgetting the disappointment he just caused you.

He pushes his tongue in, causing your back to arch euphorically.

Fuck, his tongue, you can feel it all too well—

You whine helplessly when his hand slides down your waist, opting to rub your clit in a circular motion as his tongue thrusted inside.

"Shit! Ren, 's so good–" You sob, clenching onto his hair harshly, putting him into a headlock position as you hang your legs over his shoulders.

Your stomach feels tingly. Your minds starting to fog up at the sensation of his mouth against your lips.

You breathe heavily, his forehead touching yours as he knees against the couch with him bucking his hips. Still loosely wrapping your arms around his head, legs being lifted up by him.

You suddenly hear a rhythmical knock on the door, luring out an irritated groan from him at the sound. Probably Kafka.

He reluctantly lets you go, resting on the couch on your side.

"Wait for me, won't you?"

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pearlywritings · 9 months

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In father’s embrace

synopsis: HSR men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Blade, Gepard, Loucha, Sampo, Jing Yuan x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, implied initial mortal x immortal in Blade’s

word count: 5.2k words

a/n: Luofu Xianzhou timeline is hell, so Blade’s one is quite vague. Here’s the Genshin version!

Blade

Blade tends to say that he has no connection to his past, but that is not true and very few (mostly Kafka) know he is lying. Even with his life and death fucked up he can't simply let go of someone his heart has been always full with, of someone who he promised himself to by the altar, even if under another name, of someone, who gifted him the joy of both his previous and current life - your daughter.

The blade - a cold weapon with no feelings - should not experience being lucky, but that’s what he was, when you clutched him in your arms the first time after his return from the dead and sobbed in his chest, telling him how much you missed him, how much his little angel missed him.

Back then he should've left without a trace, maybe even coming to you in the first place was a mistake, but he just couldn't. And his resolve crumbled completely when a white-haired toddler in your arms gazed at him with the same soft eyes as yours and reached out to his face, hesitantly asking "dada?".

As much as Blade is capable - he loves you and your daughter. He is quite absent due to his involvement with the Stellaron Hunters, but you understand how important that magenta-haired woman's ability is when it comes to restraining the mara in his body. After all that's the reason why he can visit without fear of hurting you or his little girl.

Some other sacrifices had to be made - one of them was moving from the Lofu Xianzhou, but that was alright and your daughter loved her new environment. Besides, dada has been visiting more often ever since you moved! And no one really bothered or chased after you (after all, you are still registered as his wife and higher ups of Lofu know), which, you assumed, was somehow connected with a young girl that once came with Blade.

Kafka once brought up a proposition of moving you two to the Stellaron Hunters' base for Blade's easier access, but he declined. At least his loved ones should have a peaceful everyday life.

With a tired sigh the black-haired man lowers himself on a sofa in the living room of the house you two purchased to start a seemingly new life. The red-hot iron in his eyes disappears behind the heavy eyelids and for a moment Blade allows himself to relax. The little wonder, that is his daughter, ran to your bedroom to fetch some hair accessories, after you encouraged your husband to let her style his long locks.

He doesn’t move when you sit next to him, hip to hip and heart to heart. He welcomes your sneaking fingers, curling his, creating a secure lock of hands. The weight of your head resting on his shoulder is grounding and he can’t help but press his cheek against it.

It’s soothingly silent.

It almost reminds him of the past.

“For how long will you be staying this time?

Even your question, spoken in a tender, understanding voice, is familiar. You used to ask him the same thing in-between his Cloud Quintet-related missions.

These days it’s difficult to sneak and see you during breaks though.

“Fifteen days,” his breath is even, and eyes are still shut, but he senses a smile that tugs on the corners of your lips.

“That’s a lot. She will be so happy,” and he knows that you are as well.

The rapid stomping of little feet bursts into your peaceful serenity, and you simultaneously glance at the doorway. Low and behold - the soon-to-be hair stylist is proudly running into the room, tightly clutching your jewelry box with various hair pins inside.

“Dad, I practiced! Mom says I’ve been making huuuuuuge progress!”

A tiny smile touches his pale lips - it’s such a miracle that a monster like him is blessed to have the most adorable child in the whole universe. With her and you by his side, this life gets more and more bearable.

“If mom says you’ve been, then it must be the truth,” he nods, letting go of your hand - but not before giving it a little affectionate stroke with his thumb, - sliding down and onto the floor, turning his back to the girl.

Giggling excitedly, she gives you the box, which you quickly unlock, and starts looking through the many intricate pieces of jewelry (many are your beloved’s presents), until finding the perfect one.

Having his hair being touched is weird. He was aware that the white luscious locks used to draw attention, but only you were honored to run your fingers through them, and only his baby was allowed to tug on them, making her father wince. Now it’s different - she is oh so careful, brushing, collecting stray locks and braiding, not once causing him pain.

Blade sighs again, but looks at you from the corner of his eye, catching you snickering in your palm upon gazing at something that your daughter is turning his hair into. Well, that’s concerning.

But at this very moment he can’t bring himself to care. If he gets fifteen whole days before his next mission, he is going to savor this time with his family - no matter how disastrous he’s going to look by the end of it.

Gepard

A family man. So no one was surprised when in the end the leader of the Silvermane Guards ended up with three kids - two sons and a daughter. Partly it was dictated by the rules of nobles and his family among them, but ultimately it was your mutual sincere decision.

It’s obvious he is not there for many of his kids’ first times, as sometimes his duties prevail and even the Supreme Guardian cannot help it, but he really-really tries to be there as much as possible. He appreciates the videos you send him, has every single one stored in his phone’s memory and sometimes, when there is no communication, in his spare moment he replays them to remind himself that soon he’ll return home and see his kids and you.

Only one time he really fucked up because of work - during your first pregnancy you both underestimated the soon arrival of your due date and he left on a mission with his troops, reassured that he’ll be back before the day you go into labor. The snowstorm was severe and the connection was cut, so the message Serval sent him when your water broke was not delivered. His soldiers would bring to their graves the image of a deathly pale Gepard, when many hours later he checked his phone back at the base and nearly broke the screen, trying to type his sister’s number.

After that he started taking paternity leave seriously.

You do not keep in touch with his parents a lot - there were instances where they disapproved of you, but all of his siblings are always welcomed in your house and to see their nephews and niece, because they supported your relationship from the moment they met you in flesh.

Serval is an enormous help when it comes to babysitting. It’s like her part-time job honestly - you even offered to pay her, but she declined, suggesting offering her a helping hand whenever she’d need instead. Oh, and to be the first one out of all the Landau siblings (after her brother, of course) to know about the latest updates on your kids.

The kids that are adorable. All three won the ‘blue eyes’ lottery, which, given the previous generations of Landau, is not a big surprise; both boys look like Gepard, while the girl took more after you in appearance. The man really doesn’t want to play favorites, but sometimes he is just too weak for his little princess, who looks just like her mom. She is the youngest too with a pretty big age gap between her and her brothers, who were born a year apart, so there is literally no jealousy, because your sons took their father’s example and became her protectors.

Even from a 'big bad dragon' that is their aunt…

When you step inside your house and hear the kids still fussing somewhere in the rooms, involuntarily your gaze falls to the old grandfather’s clock in the foye. Almost midnight. All three should be long asleep with Serval sending you a notification of her success. Which you didn’t receive and for that reason had to cut your date short and hurry back home.

Your husband looks as concerned as you are, locking the door and straining his ears to determine what’s going on. With both your coats abandoned, you carefully step further into the house, making your way to the line of light coming from under one of the doors.

Two jaws almost kiss the floor when you see Serval lying on the floor tied and gagged with a scarf. Alone. For a moment you fear the worst.

Rushing inside, you let Gepard search the other rooms for intruders. Helping your sister-in-law to sit is no problem, but the knot behind her head is awfully tightened. In the end you manage to yank it down to free her mouth, quickly switching to the rope constricting her hands.

“Y/n, oh my god,” she gasps, finally able to speak. “Who taught your sons to tie knots like this!? I didn’t know a sixteen- and fifteen-year olds can be so strong-”

“Come again?” Stunned, you stop untying her wrists, looking at the woman with widened eyes. Your boys did what?

“My precious nephews - whom I really do not want to strangle - took the game of knights too seriously, and when - maybe a half an hour ago? - I decided to play the dragon who was stealing the princess - my niece of three years, - they attacked and tied me!”

“Huh…” is all you can say, feeling relief wash over you. At least there are no burglars or kidnappers and your kids are safe.

When, listening Serval’s huffs of complaints, you move to untie her legs, the heavy steps of your husband are heard in the hallway, accompanied by the boys whining and begging their dad not to come to the living room, because the dragon would eat their sister.

His tall figure appears in the doorway, with your daughter in his arms, looking very sleepy, and two almost carbon copies of their dad pulling at his jacket to give them their sister back.

“Serval, what in blazes have you told them?” The judging tone and the squint of his blue eyes are directed at his elder sibling.

“It was just a game, Geppie! A silly game they turned into reality.”

“Aunt said she’d eat her,” your oldest pouts, eyeing her cautiously. “And she told us stories about the cannibals the other night-”

“Serval, you what?”

“Hey, they asked me to! Oh, thanks, Y/n,” she shrugs the loosened rope off of her. “Where did you even get this?”

“Aunt Lynx gave us,” the second son chirps, hugging Gepard’s side. “She showed us how to do knots.”

“This little-”

Suddenly you feel a headache coming. With big family come big challenges, but something of this caliber hasn’t happened in a while. It makes you smile though - you almost forgot what it was like - to raise two boys. Seems like your girl brings the borderline naughtiest out of them.

Loucha

To begin with it's worth mentioning that your and Loucha's marriage started as an unpredictable necessity. You both needed to enter the world that allowed only married foreigners' access. So, quickly figuring that your goal matches, you got married on a neighboring planet, spent a month there to make the marriage more believable in the sense of its duration and learning more about each other. Yeah, all of that just to fulfill your respectful jobs. You invented and rehearsed all the possible answers to the questions, perfected your affectionate act and were actually feeling quite comfortable around each other.

It was almost funny, when on the 'how many kids do you plan to have?' Loucha confidently answered 'two', and a couple of years later your first son was born, and then, after 7 more years, another one was too.

Admittedly, the oldest one was kind of unplanned, but at that point you traveled so much together, shared so many memories, even ended up caring for each other on a lover-like level, that you decided to give it a shot, just like you did with the continuation of your marriage.

And Loucha couldn't be more pleased. Surprisingly, he found the peace of those first years he spent settled down to raise your boy delightful. And there was something exciting about having a little wonder with a perfect mix of both of your features in your arms, as your husband's hand is resting on the small of your back, leading you through the crowds of the new planet's lively market, as the child's eyes shine with marvel, taking in his surroundings.

When Loucha suggested having another one it simply felt right.

Your sons are so lucky in the sense of seeing the universe, because their father is a traveling merchant. Sure, he doesn't always take you and your two boys with him, but whenever his deal allows him enough freedom and your kids are doing great in school and can be taken on a little vacation - you three are going with him.

Usually he gets to take care of the youngest one, since only Loucha's vast knowledge can satisfy his curiosity, while the oldest one calmly walks hand in hand with you, content with listening to their conversation and pointing out to you the things he already knows himself, receiving a soft praise from you and an approving nod from his father.

Back home the roles reverse - the oldest is spending most of his time with Loucha to learn all about medicine and healing techniques, while the youngest is more interested in sharing your hobbies.

The two hardly ever quarrel as siblings tend to do, and it must be because of the overall serene atmosphere of your family dynamic, your soft nature and your husband's tranquil behavior.

More than a decade ago Loucha wouldn't have imagined himself with a wife and kids. Nowadays, however, he doesn't like the thought of not having the three of you by his side.

It is a quiet afternoon. A little house you rented for a little vacation has a nice yard - perfect for the kids to have fun outside. You occasionally glance at them from the window of the kitchen to make sure everything is fine, while your hands never stop moving - washing, cutting, stirring.

At some point you are so caught in the moment of tranquility, that you do not hear your husband walking in, until he softly hums to alert you of his presence, and puts his palms on your waist.

“Smells delicious,” you smile, feeling his chin on your shoulder, and grab a piece of a tangerine you are meaning to use for dessert, offering it to him.

“Mhm, I am trying to cook what we had yesterday at that restaurant.”

Ah, right, the restaurant the kids enjoyed. He remembers how you sneaked to the kitchen and came back with a little less credits, but with new recipes and an excited smile on your face.

“Hopefully my rendition will be to our boys’ liking. And don’t think I forgot about you - those Loufu Xianzhou-style noodles are already on their way!”

“So thoughtful of you, darling,” his silky voice caresses your ear and not a second later a kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Do you need any help?”

“Weren’t you busy?” You decide to clarify, clearly recounting how he locked himself in one of the rooms earlier that day to test something. To your question Loucha shakes his head.

“All done already. And I missed you and the kids.”

“Then go and play with them,” you urge, turning to face him to offer a sweet smile. “I’ll handle it here, but the boys could use some quality time with their father.”

“You say that as if they didn’t drag us all around the city yesterday and then climb into our bed and refuse to leave.”

“I mean, it’s the first time in two months they properly see you. That last deal of yours was exceptionally time-consuming.”

“You kept me updated on them so well and those video calls we had… it didn’t even feel like I ever left.”

You only huff and return your gaze to the stove, yet leaning into his chest a little. For a minute it’s quiet, and the man is taking his time before parting from you. That is until he takes a deep inhale and nuzzles his face in your neck.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“What for, handsome?” There is that teasing lilt in your voice he came to love. Over the course of your lives together he discovered many things to love you for, and if not for that desperate decision to get married - he thinks he’d hardly ever feel the same about his life.

“For everything.”

He leaves your side with a kiss on your shoulder and the next time you glance out of the window again - he is already there, hoisting his youngest in one arm and chasing after the oldest one with his hair swaying in the gentle wind. And your heart is at peace.

Sampo

In all his life Sampo has managed to never impregnate a single woman and he considers that a success. For all the crap people speak about him Sampo is not an idiot, even though he acts like a fool at times. He is extremely self-aware and bringing a child to this world is probably the last thing on his list.

But no one said anything about someone else’s child, right?

Your and Sampo’s relationship is… strange, not going to lie. One evening you happened to help a scared woman to escape from some drunkards (whom you lately found out were the Silvermane Guards, sober and on duty), only for the long wig to slip and the heavy coat to slide down, revealing shortly cut but nicely styled hair and obviously male broad shoulders. The only thing the man managed to get out was a sheepish “hehe”.

And boy did that “hehe” change your life.

That day Sampo Koski got off the hook, since you didn’t comment anyhow and just let him go, which, given you were an overworlder, he found intriguing. So he dug a little bit, out of pure curiosity. Besides, this man didn't like staying in debt to someone and he needed information to see how he could pay you back.

That’s when he found out you were a single mother. An opera singer, but divorced and with full custody over a six-year old daughter.

And honestly, he didn’t give it much thought at first. He simply arranged a nice bouquet of red roses for you, paid Natasha a little for a handmade plushie and left it all at the door steps with a ‘thank you’ note.

Until a couple of weeks ago, disguised again, he didn’t stumble into a group of kids obviously bullying a little girl, mocking her for not having a father, and throwing something among themselves that she tried to catch. And he recognized the toy. And one glance was enough to see how much she looked like the woman he met only once. And against his better judgment Sampo walked to the children, easily snatching the toy and effectively scaring everyone off. Only with that little girl still being there, eyes full of unshed tears and fingers digging in the skirt of her pretty dress.

That tiny ‘thank you’ when he handed the plushie back to her and she hugged it tightly to her chest made the conman’s heart clench, and for the second time that day he sent his plans to hell, keeping her company near the house you lived in until you arrived from work.

That day he learned many things - how much your daughter loved the toy and what a sweet little thing she was, how tired a person can look and how much a throat can hurt from the whole day of singing during rehearsals, how nice a home-made dinner can be once you are invited, but most importantly - how even such a damned man like him can be gazed upon with gratitude and not from one, but two people.

From that day many other instances happened, but in the end he just stuck around. It was strange, it was new, but in a sense it was comforting, especially when you would come home - on Friday, for example, - and he’d be there, entertaining your daughter and then greeting you with a smile and a silly wave of his hand.

You don’t have a husband, and your daughter doesn’t have a father - but with his presence Sampo Koski manages to fill those voids even if a little bit.

Aeons you love days off. A morning to finally sleep in and do not run around like crazy in attempts to get yourself and your kid ready. Even breakfast wasn’t on you today, because the ‘silly man’ stayed the night and told you to get your sleep, assuring you with that confident puff of his chest that the Sampo Koski would offer you his best service, which effectively made you giggle.

Tonight he even cuddled with you, letting you bury your face in his neck and be a little vulnerable in the arms of a man with whom you had the most peculiar relationship ever. But after such equally peculiar moments you really start thinking of suggesting moving from the couch in the living room to your bedroom permanently. It’s been months already, who would’ve thought.

Barefoot and not even glancing at the robe on the chair near the window you leave the room, rubbing at your eyes and brushing your hair away from your face. You are craving the cup of your morning drink, and so you let your legs carry you to the kitchen at first. However two voices coming from your wardrobe room instantly peak your interest and make you halt in your walking. What on earth could your daughter and your clown of a man be doing there?

And soon enough you find it out.

“Sit still, please!” The girl begs with an eye shadow palette in one tiny hand and a huge brush in the other. “It’ll smudge if you keep turning to the mirror!”

“Just can’t wait to see how beautiful I am, princess, ‘s all~”

There, on the floor among the rows of your clothes and shelves with beauty products and accessories, none other than Sampo is sitting, willingly offering his face to your daughter’s practice of applying makeup. And gods he looks absolutely hilarious.

But that’s not what exactly concerns you.

“Is that my dress?” You point at the red shimmery thing snuggly sitting on the man in front of you and that’s when the two notice you.

“Yes, mommy!”

“Say I pulled it off, right?” With a smirk the green-eyed menace winks at you and it looks even worse with poorly done lashes. You have to stifle your laughter. “Though I must admit, we had to keep it unzipped - my chest appeared to be bigger than yours-”

And that’s when you regret not bringing slippers with you - one flying in his head would be of great help.

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“Nuh, sweet thing, you love me!”

“Well,” you step closer, grabbing a tissue to try and fix at least the overly bright blush on his cheeks, “maybe. Maybe I actually do.”

Suddenly Sampo is tongue-tied and silent, trying very hard to fight off the stupid grin forcing its way onto his face. But with thoroughly smeared red lipstick on his mouth it looks so damn comical.

“Mom, do you think pa looks pretty?” Your daughter hopefully asks, putting aside her tools, and that little two-letter word doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you. You feel a real blush burning under your deft fingers.

“Yes, sweety, Pa-mpo looks very pretty,” his head whips in your direction like you’ve just told him to go and surrender to the Belobog’s esteemed order keepers.

“...Pa-mpo?”

“Would you prefer Da-mpo instead?” Cocking your head in question, you smirk at him, relishing in the pout he is wearing at the moment. “Or maybe Sam-pa?”

“No, thank you very much,” he huffs. “Little princess called me ‘pa’, so be nice and respect it.”

And now it is you who is surprised. You haven’t really discussed with Sampo who he was to your daughter, and who she was to him - but if he is making this step of acknowledging the matter, then who are you to spoil it? Who knows, maybe things will work out quite pleasantly in the end.

“Alright, pa, I will respect that.”

“Hey! For you I am your precious popo baby, a koskiss to your lips, the love of your-”

“Don’t even dream of it.”

Jing Yuan

Yanqing would be enough of an answer to the kid question, but it is not. Sure, his young disciple is practically a son to the General, but it doesn't mean the man doesn't want his own children.

He does and he has. On multiple occasions Jing Yuan's subordinates walked in on him with a small figure sitting in his lap or perched on his strong arm, observing what the dad's been up to with his plans and documents. You scolded your husband for this many times, but the bastard only smiles and keeps stealing his daughter to work to keep him company. Or she sneaks on her own - that caused you many almost heart attacks when she was no older than a couple of decades.

For Jing Yuan it’s all good though - he gets to spend time with his baby and have you inevitably join him in search for your adventurous child.

The General has a separate folder for all the pictures of his daughter on his phone - every single one he takes and every single one you send him when he couldn’t bring his girl to some of his meetings (yet he really tried, until you put your foot down and saved many of his subordinates from the prolonging of said meetings). Even the background, hidden from prying eyes behind the passcode of your and her birthdays, is his little one, cradled in your arms, as the two of you are watching kites flying in the sky.

Yanqing at first was set on treating her with the same respect he does his mentor and you, his wife, but you quickly put an end to it, basically turning the boy into her older brother. He didn’t mind at all - if anything he is sometimes way too eager to push the two of you to go on a date so he can babysit. Often you would return to the two fast asleep either on the girl’s bed or cuddled to Mimi with toys scattered and at least two books lying on the floor. The huge lion adores the girl - sometimes you feel like it thinks of her as its own cub, and the thick mane of hair your daughter got from her father does not help.

And it appeared to be as eager to steal your daughter from you as your husband is…

“Y/n!” You practically jump when the doors to your bedroom fly open and Jing Yuan bursts inside. Immediately you notice his disheveled state - hair down and a mess, the robe he wore this morning for comfortable work in his home office is falling off one of his shoulders and a shoe is missing from his foot.

“Aeons, Yuan, don’t scare me like that,” you put a comb down on your vanity table and fully turn to face him. “What happened?”

“Is our precious baby with you?” He steps further into the room and starts looking around frantically. Okay, now that got worrisome.

“No? You took her earlier this afternoon after lunch to play in your study while you work. Have you really forgotten that? My love, you are getting old.”

You hear clearly as he curses under his breath, raking thick fingers through his hair. The golden eyes look at you and in them you spot a flicker of anxiety.

“...Jing Yuan, don’t tell me that you managed to lose our daughter.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” he winces at the full name usage, watching you rise from your seat and quickly approach him. “She was right by my side, watching the animal videos on my phone, but then I got immersed in the latest reports from the Sky-Faring Commission and when I finished whose - she was gone!”

“Uh, want me to call your phone? Maybe she still has it.”

To that he puts a hand in the robe’s pocket and brings out his device. Oh god.

“It was lying on the floor, still playing videos.”

“Okay, deep breaths,” you are not sure if you are telling it to him or to yourself, but you too take an inhale, meanwhile busying your hands with adjusting his clothes. “Even buried in work you’d still notice if a human sneaked in, right?” He nods. “And you’d notice if she left - she would’ve warned you about that.” He nods again, lips pursed and eyes staring at one point. “Yanqing is not as skilled to come unannounced and take her, and he wouldn’t do it without your permission, so-”

“Wait,” his hand catches yours and realization flashes in his features. “Mimi came.”

“...Mimi?” Before you can ask him to elaborate, your husband turns around and rushes out of the bedroom. Concerned and a little bit intrigued, you quickly follow.

In one of the rooms of your huge house the two of you finally find the lion, and Jing Yuan almost drops on the floor in relief when his girl is spotted in the animal’s embrace.

“Is she…sleeping?” You ask, glancing from behind his broad back.

“It appears so. Hey, Mimi,” the maned head lifts, two ambers taking in your appearances and a pleased huff is let out through the nose upon recognition.

“Well, my dear,” you pat his shoulder, shaking your head, “it appears that people were right - like the owner, like the pet. Congratulations, your lion took your habit of stealing our daughter to heart. Good luck prying her from it.”

“You say it like it’s something hard to do,” there it is, a confident smile is back on his face as he strides closer to the animal, ready to bend down and get his girl. Only for that lift of the corners of his lips to be gone when Mimi growls at him in a warning and shields your daughter’s little body with its head.

You only smirk and leave the scene to go and get your phone - there is no way you are not filming your husband dealing with the consequences of his own behavior.

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anantaru · 9 months

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wanting to make blade whine, twitch and cry while you ride him.

shortly before he would reach his climax, you‘re going slow on purpose, digging your hips down, letting go, tensing up again, watching his lustful reactions flush forward as his cheeks engage in the color of deep redness. you suffocate the space between your bodies and slant into his chest, face hiding in his neck as you raise your hips up and down his cock, slowly but strong enough to fill the room with lewd, echoing noises of skin hitting skin.

he growls, "you want me dead." and squeezes your ass before giving it a light, playful smack.

blade closes his eyes at the stimulation, lowly sighing into his chest as you nip at his ear with a big, broad smirk on your face, nibbling just with your lips. addicted to his broad hands, you anticipate it dearly for them to encircle your waist, while this time trembling and eager, they slide down your sides and settle on your moving hips pleasing him for good, back and forth, back and forth, soiling his cock and never letting him catch a breather.

you drawl, out of breath and eyes glowing, "i want to make you feel good, bladie." but cannot possible hide the rousing, addicted anticipation dripping from your tongue, especially from the way you phrased his name.

without missing a beat, you slide your hands over his chest again, pulling your entire body up while blade was still supporting you on your hips— yet his face burns when he notes what you‘re planning, eyes widening, feeling it right after when you ride him fast, sensually tossing your head back at the reaction of pleasure, the perception of having him inside of you, nudging and rubbing your spots and keeping him there, he’s yours, and you’re awaiting him to cum inside and smear his warm seed against your walls.

"fuck— !" blade gasps and tightens his grip on your hips, "—so close!" and begins to rub your soft, puffy pussy against his erection, aiding you while he definitely meant for that particular grip to bruise— aside from the bed being on the brink of falling into itself, you couldn‘t throttle or suffocate the noises and whines, begs and loud cries and rather embraced them with each other as you kept going, head empty, only filled with those imagines, savory thoughts of riding bladie and making him cum inside.

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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Double the Fun

Based on this poll for Valentine's Day. Thanks for indulging me, this was lots of fun. I hope to do more stuff like this in the future. Enjoy~

cw. smut, threesome, double penetration, rough and soft, swearing, fem! reader

nsfw below the cut

"Look at you, little sparrow" Jing Yuan cooed with a rasp of your name dancing on his parted lips. "Taking my cock all the way to the hilt."

You wedged your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on the bruised skin as a pleasant tingle raced down your spine. Your blood simmered in your veins as you steadied yourself in Jing Yuan’s lap, hands splayed across his chest as his thunderous heartbeat danced beneath your fingertips. You felt the weight of centuries etched into his skin under the curious touch of your fingers, the hard, rigid contours of his body completely contrasted against your smooth and soft curves. You could feel Jing Yuan’s thick cock seated inside your creamy walls, pulsing with every subtle grind of your hips as your greedy pussy tried to swallow more of him.

You let go of your kiss swollen lips, a harsh gasp abruptly wrenched from your mouth as scarred hands curled around your hips, your pulse racing frantically in your ears when another warm body pressed against your back. Black nails threatened to bite your skin as Blade rubbed his swollen length along the cleft of your ass cheeks, tip oozing pre-cum and staining your boiling skin. A smile played on Jing Yuan’s lips as he watched you with lidded eyes, his golden gaze smouldering like embers.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and take another?" he mused, a lilt to his voice as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips.

You nodded along to his words, your breathing stuttering when you felt Blade’s hot breath puff against your skin, your body wracked with a violent shiver as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You dare not move as Jing Yuan’s body sunk further into the plethora of fluffy pillows supporting his back, content to sit back and enjoy the show that was about to begin. A sweet moan stirred in your chest as Blade’s fingers spread your puffy lips apart, the sight of your arousal dribbling down the sides of Jing Yuan’s cock making him growl.

"Are you ready for me?" he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice only loud enough for you to hear him.

You nodded, long eyelashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as the heat turned the tips of your ears hot.

"I’m ready" you reassured, taking a deep breath and trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

But no matter how many times you had done this before, or how many times you would steel your resolve, the next part never failed to take your breath away. You stifled the whimper that tried to crawl out of your throat as Blade’s tongue swiped across the shell of your ear, sharp canines tugging on the lobe as he lined himself up with your sopping entrance. His grip on your body tightened, keeping you still as he pushed forward. You felt Jing Yuan’s reassuring hands on your waist as your body jolted forward from the sudden pressure, a loud and haggard gasp spilling from your mouth as Blade pierced your centre. Your body pitched forward, arms snaking around Jing Yuan’s neck and face buried in his pillowy chest as you clung to him for comfort. Your body naturally tried to pull away from the burning discomfort between your thighs but both pairs of hands rocked you back when you shied away. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you struggled to breathe, lungs pinching in your chest as a wet sob threatened to tear from your throat. It didn’t matter how slow Blade was pushing in, or how much lube coated his slicked cock; it still stung like a bitch.

"Shh, little sparrow, it’s alright" Jing Yuan soothed, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles across your soft stomach. "Be brave."

You sniffled loudly, hands weaving through Jing Yuan’s thick mane of hair and tugging harshly at the roots. He continued to smile and whisper reassurances as Blade grunted behind you, struggling to fit more than half of his dick in you as your pussy kept clenching around him. His black nails raked down your soft thighs as he panted, rough tongue tasting the perspiration that clung to your skin. The obscene noises coming from between your legs made your knees shake, body threatening to completely collapse against Jing Yuan as your head grew dizzy, heat tickling the base of your spine and coiling rapidly in the pit of your stomach. You gasped harshly as Jing Yuan’s thumb pressed against your swollen clit, rubbing the tightly packed bundle in soothing circles to ease the tension from your muscles.

"Such a good girl" Jing Yuan praised. "You’re taking him so well."

You mewled softly, his words and the thumb swirling around the hot little button at the top of your pussy a pleasant distraction from the discomfort. Blade grunted as another inch slipped into you, your hot walls pulsing and clenching as Jing Yuan continued to toy with your clit. The praises he whispered to you made Blade’s ears itch, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his teeth were set on edge. His crimson gaze flickered over your shoulder.

"Quit babying her" Blade hissed through his teeth. "She’s a big girl. She can take it."

Blade smoothed his hand along the curve of your spine, your back bowing under his touch as a pleased moan rumbled in your chest. Jing Yuan ignored the harsh glare that Blade was currently levelling him, choosing to focus on you as his hand lovingly traced the bump in your stomach. You managed to catch your breath when Blade was finally fully sheathed inside of you, the tips of your fingers feeling numb as they slowly slipped from Jing Yuan’s fluffy hair.

"Ahh, so full" you whined.

Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as every white-hot nerve in your body tingled like a live wire. Having both of their thick cocks crowding you and dragging against your sensitive walls almost made the threads of your sanity snap right then and there. It felt like your insides were turning to mush around the shapes of their cocks, the butterflies in your stomach refusing to settle as the pleasure of the experience was slowly starting to make your discomfort dissipate. Blade had been courteous to allow you a moment to gain your bearings. But it would only last for that brief moment.

You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, almost choking on your next gasp of air as Blade pulled his cock halfway out of your tight pussy only to slam back in. Your body swayed forward; arms tight around Jing Yuan’s neck as you raked your nails along his sturdy back, nails leaving behind welts in his pale flesh. A pleased purr rumbled in his chest as he pinched your clit, enjoying the squeal of delight you gave him for his actions. Beads of your combined slick dribbled down the insides of your quaking thighs, the smell of sex heavy in the stuffy air permeating your bedroom. The mattress gently bounced from your combined weight, the springs creaking in protest as you were rocked back and forth on both Jing Yuan’s and Blade’s cock. Jing Yuan found he didn’t have to move, the friction between both you and Blade moving in tandem enough to keep the arousal burning hot in his veins like an untamed wildfire. His soft noises of approval were drowned out by the utter filth that slipped from your tongue unabashed, a mix of his name and Blade’s somewhere among the incoherent gibberish you were spewing.

"Shit" Blade grunted under his breath. "How are you still so fucking tight?"

You moaned loudly as Blade’s fingers weaved into your hair, tugging harshly as he pulled your body off Jing Yuan and forced it back into his own embrace. An arm snaked around your torso; his grip iron tight to prevent you from escaping his clutches so easily. Your arms flailed uselessly, scratching at the arm locked around your waist as you desperately scrambled to find something to hold onto to keep yourself grounded. Blade pulled on your hair again, a loud groan tumbling from your parted lips as he turned your head and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned hotly; eyes fluttering shut when his tongue licked at the seam of your lips before exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. Your tongues tied as the harsh snap of his hips increased, digging into the soft flesh of your succulent ass cheeks as he rutted up into you like an animal in heat. The hypnotic sway of your breasts caught Jing Yuan’s attention and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You inhaled sharply as his hands pawed at your chest, squeezing your breasts together as his fingers pinched the rosy tips of your pert nipples. Your desperate mewls and whines were swallowed by Blade as he devoured every sensual noise, the coil in your gut suddenly reaching breaking point as your orgasm quickly took a hold of you.

You weren’t sure how many that marked tonight as the coil unfurled and you drenched the sweat-soaked sheets beneath your tangled bodies. You lost count after the fifth one. The bliss that burned through your veins and dribbled from your core like liquid ecstasy made your head feel giddy and left your body feeling weightless for a few blissful moments. Blade and Jing Yuan both groaned in unison at the feeling of your spasming walls squeezing them tight, the sensitive heads of their cocks rubbing over each other as your pussy nearly suffocated them. Your eyes peeled open once more as you parted from the kiss with a heavy gasp, a string of saliva breaking when Blade rubbed his thumb across your trembling bottom lip. His gaze flicked over to Jing Yuan once more, a smirk lighting up his features at how entranced the general looked with the way your orgasmic bliss made your skin glow with an otherworldly beauty, his cheeks tinting a rosy shade as he breathed your name through parched lips. Blade’s hand slipped down your throat as he grasped it, not hard enough to choke but heavy enough for you to feel the constant reminder. He tipped your head back towards Jing Yuan, your eyes just as dazed as your mind as you stared down at him.

"You like this, don’t you General?" Blade goaded; his appointed title almost spat from his mouth like poison. "You like watching your little sparrow getting fucked dumb by me?"

Blade’s crimson eyes danced with mirth as you whined from his touch, his teeth piercing your skin to leave behind his mark. The entire time he bit into your neck, he maintained the eye contact with Jing Yuan, daring him to say something and get a rise out of the almighty general. But he was to be left disappointed as Jing Yuan gave him a lazy stare, smile still curling his lips as he hummed softly in response.

"I cannot deny it. The sight is enchanting."

Blade tutted under his breath when Jing Yuan didn’t take his bait. Blade yanked on your hair once more, wisps of your hair curling around his fingertips as pain prickled the back of your scalp and your hips shuddered. You couldn’t keep up with the Stellaron Hunter’s pace anymore as your thighs burned from the strain, hips losing their rhythm as your intense orgasm still lingered in your system. The smouldering flames in your stomach were worked back into a spark as Jing Yuan cradled the back of your neck in the warm palm of his hand, his rich voice dripping into your ears like warm honey. The mixture of pleasure and pain from both men had a beautiful concoction brewing in the pit of your stomach. You hummed low in your throat as Blade pushed his chest against your back, allowing you to feel the deep scars on his well-defined torso sliding across your sensitive skin. Your nerves prickled with burning heat once more as Blade’s tongue lapped at your neck, tracing over the old and fresh marks he had blessed upon your flesh. His nose brushed under the soft skin of your ear as he took a deep breath, your intoxicating scent curling in his lungs and sending his senses into a frenzy. You weren’t sure who’s hands belonged to who at this point, losing track of what body part was rubbing against you as you drowned in the feeling of their addictive touches and caress. You were just trying your hardest to keep your eyes uncrossed and stop them from rolling into the back of your head.

"So General, I pose another question" Blade said as his fingers danced along your torso.

You shuddered in his grasp, his unrelenting pace never once easing as his cock bullied your insides, pressing against your soft spots until you squealed with delight and your eyes grew glossy from unshed tears. You squeaked as his hand traced over the prominent bump in your stomach where they were both moving intimately beneath your skin. He traced circles into your soft stomach, squeezing your irresistible pudge in his large hands as he smiled wickedly at the other man.

"Who’s going to have the honour of filling her womb first?"

Jing Yuan hummed in thought. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against the pretty pearl of your clit, the bundle of nerves glistening like morning dew as it twitched from his touch. He found it hard to tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture, pearls of slick dripping down the soft insides of your thighs and tempting him to steal a taste. His gaze travelled over to your face, watching your expression contort and twist with unadulterated bliss as you writhed on top of him. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a soft whimper tickling the back of your throat as he wiped away the constellation of tears clinging to your lashes.

"Who indeed?" Jing Yuan mused in response. "Tell me, little sparrow, who do you want filling your cute little pussy first?"

A hot flush made your spine tingle. Their intense gazes were focused on you and you struggled to think with the way Blade’s cock splitting you open emptied your pretty little head of every single thought. You couldn’t shrink up into a ball and hide from them. A disgruntled noise stirred in your throat as you huffed loudly, cheeks puffed up as a small pout tugged at your plump lips.

"That’s not fair" you griped, swallowing a moan as Blade nudged his cock deeper into you. "You know I-I want both of you."

Jing Yuan smiled in response, cooing sweetly as he lovingly pat your thigh. Blade buried his face in the crook of your neck as he hid his soft smile, parted lips dragging across your throat.

"What a greedy Princess you are" Blade whispered, hot breath making your pussy throb.

The knot winding deep in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment, your next encroaching pleasure high promising to tear into your body with needle like teeth without remorse nor surrender. Your body tipped forward as stars wavered in your vision, hands pressed against Jing Yuan’s abdomen as you struggled to keep your body aloft. The muscles in Jing Yuan’s stomach jumped under your gentle touch as you rubbed your hands along his searing flesh, nails scratching along the thin white lines in his body from countless battles. A dopey smile stretched across Jing Yuan’s lips, eyes shimmering under the dim lighting. What a precious little thing you were.

He was starting to get closer. He could tell Blade was as well by the incessant cant of his hips and the way his cock was starting to throb periodically against his own. A warm hum rumbled deep in his chest, the sound almost akin to the purr of a cat as he ran his hands up and down your body. Blade’s question played on his mind as a devious idea tickled the back of his head. Like hell Blade was getting the honour of messing up your womb first. He held no ill will towards the other man, but Jing Yuan found himself quite greedy in any situation that involved you. The general was a patient man, choosing the best opportunity to make his move and strike when the hunter least expected it. It came when Blade’s eyes were unfocused, mind to preoccupied with the way your tight hole was fluttering around him and drooling on his cock that he could barely perceive anything other than the torturous rapture of your sumptuous body.

Jing Yuan’s strong hands curled around your hips as he suddenly yanked you forward. You yelped as you collapsed against his warm chest, breasts pushed against his sturdy muscles as the stifling heat of his body almost suffocated you. The unexpected movement caused Blade to tip forward, his cock slipping most of the way out of your drenched pussy as he slammed his hands beside Jing Yuan’s hips to prevent himself from crushing you. He cursed low under his breath as he was knocked out of his stupor, his orgasm almost ruined as Jing Yuan thrust his cock deep in your pussy, the fat head smothered against your cervix as he came with a hoarse cry of your name. Your voice was muffled into his skin as he buried himself deep, balls tight and cock kicking with every spurt of his hot seed as your insides were painted with thick ropes of white.

When Blade finally gathered his bearings and realised what had just happened, he was livid. He threw Jing Yuan a filthy look, his fangs bared as a low growl reverberated deep in his throat.

"Jing Yuan…you fucking bastard."

Jing Yuan cocked his head and had the audacity to smile at him. But the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes. Jing Yuan knew exactly what he had done. His golden gaze was burning brightly with a satisfied victory. Before Blade could bare his teeth again your soft mewls caught his attention, his seething rage slowly quelled by the sound of your melodious voice. You hummed in pleasure as Jing Yuan filled you to the brim, his hips bumping against yours as he filled you with another heavy load of his seed. The warmth made your abdomen tingle, your own orgasm lingering in the background as your body throbbed for release, desperate for another heady rush that left you boneless and satisfied. Jing Yuan’s lips brushed against your forehead, beads of sweat dotting your brow as you squirmed.

"You did so well" Jing Yuan praised, lips a soothing balm against your skin. "Such a good girl. My cute little sparrow."

You squirmed in his grasp, turning your head as your gaze sought the man behind.

"Bladie, wanna feel you too" you slurred with a breathy whine. "Wanna feel your cum in me."

Blade could put aside his gripe for the moment when you called to him, your eyes pleading with him in such a way that buried under his skin and made his cold heart ache. His scarred hands reached for your hips once more, fingers sinking into the plush skin as he buried his cock all the way into you once more. There was a rush of juices as he thrust forward, the wet slide making him groan. His eyes narrowed sharply as Jing Yuan twisted his fingers in your hair, gathering it in a bundle and sweeping it off the back of your neck to expose more of your skin. Blade attempted to bite Jing Yuan’s fingers when they lingered close to his mouth, prompting an airy chuckle from the general. He did not say anything, choosing instead to keep your mouth occupied with the insistent press of his lips and allow Blade to seek what he wanted without further interruption.

Blade quickly fell back into the brutal pace he had worked himself up to earlier, falling back into the frenzy of wet skin slapping against skin as your pleased voice made his ears ring. You sucked on Jing Yuan’s tongue as you felt Blade lick a long stripe over the back of your neck, teeth following the hot press of his mouth as your pulse wavered. Your eyes fluttered and you whined loudly as Jing Yuan tasted the shape of your mouth, your body jolting forward when Blade sank his teeth into the back of your neck. He dug his fangs in until pinpricks of blood bubbled to the surface, the ferrous bite of your blood making his stomach twist tight as a feral snarl was muffled into your skin. The head of his cock was pushing against your cervix, occupying the space where Jing Yuan had been only a moment prior. You raked your nails along Jing Yuan’s skin as you felt Blade’s cock throbbing inside your soused walls, your pussy clenching tight as you went over the edge a few scant seconds after Blade.

You drooled around Jing Yuan’s tongue as Blade pumped his thick seed into you, the explosion of heat intensifying the ache in your stomach as the hot coil inside you shattered into a million pieces. Both men groaned as your pussy spasmed, your sweet nectar gushing from your core and staining their skin with thin threads of translucent liquid. Jing Yuan parted from your lips with a loud pop, cooing softly and talking you through your intense rush as your body trembled like a leaf in the wind, your orgasm snapping the last threads of strength in your weary body. The push of Blade’s hips ceased with one last final grunt, his harsh grip easing as your pussy swallowed every last drop of his spend. You went limp; exhaustion settled deep into your bones as every part of your body burned with a pleasant ache. You doubt you would be able to walk properly in the morning, bruises already forming over your bruises as you struggled to properly catch your breath. It took another few moments for all of you to collectively calm down, nerves still highly strung and bodies still burning from the lingering fumes of your pleasure high.

You whined when Jing Yuan pulled his softening cock out of you, quickly followed by Blade as you mourned the loss of warmth. Jing Yuan hushed you softly, running his hand along the ridges of your spine to soothe the tremors wracking your body.

"Such a good girl for us" Jing Yuan praised. "Wouldn’t you agree, Blade?"

Blade hummed in agreement, fingers scooping up the mixture of essence that dribbled from your gushing pussy and stuffing it back into the hole he had been so passionately fucking. You squirmed from the feeling as he bumped his nose into your soft cheek, chest pressed against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You turned your head in his direction as his lips brushed over your burning skin, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

His concern made your heart flutter, warmth stirring in your chest as you offered him a bashful smile. You weakly tangled your hair in his long, ebony locks, feeling the rhythm of his heart pressed against your back as his clammy skin stuck to yours. He peered at you through his dark bangs, crimson eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"I’m okay" you reassured. "Just the usual kind of sore."

Jing Yuan chuckled, fingers massaging the back of your scalp as a warm purr stirred in his chest.

"Perhaps our little sparrow would like to bathe? What do you say? Up to being pampered now?"

You hummed in agreement, stretching your body like a lazy cat. "Are you going to join us this time, Bladie?"

Your voice sounded hopeful. The Stellaron hunter usually declined your offer, preferring to partake in a post sex cigarette and wash when both you and Jing Yuan were finished. That, unfortunately, meant he sometimes missed out.

"…Just to make sure he doesn’t start something without me."

"Are you referring to me? I would never" Jing Yuan replied, voice feigning hurt.

Blade bared his teeth as he growled.

"Boys" you warned.

"I’m going to kill you and I’ll make it look like an accident" Blade hissed through his teeth.

Jing Yuan had been threatened so many times by Blade that the words simply rolled off of him like water from a duck’s back. You had no doubt the general probably considered it pillow talk at this point.

"Considering the general swings around a weapon that weighs thirteen tonnes, he could probably punt you across Scalegorge with a flick of his wrist" you piped up, trying your best to contain your giggles.

It didn’t work as Jing Yuan ghosted his fingers across your ribs and coaxed the laughter out of you.

"When did you get so chatty?" Blade asked, teeth sinking into the soft pudge of your cheek and pulling on the skin until you squealed.

"You clearly didn’t fuck out her brains hard enough" Jing Yuan mused with a soft chortle.

Before Blade could retort you dug your fingers between Jing Yuan’s ribs and forced a dry wheeze from his parched throat.

"Boys, behave!"

Stuck between one the IPC’s most wanted criminals and a renowned General of the Xianzhou Alliance. You had your work cut out for you.

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꒰ 12:37 P.M. ꒱ ❛ hogwarts bbf!dan heng x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘, leaning against a stone column in the corner of the courtyard, the air around you crisp with the chill of winter. there's a chatter of voices among them as the hour of lunch passes you by. fellow students pass by, their footsteps muffled by the layer of snow from the storm a few nights prior. the atmosphere is hushed, the winter silence broken only by the distant sounds of laughter and the occasional gust of wind. lunch hour is in full swing, and while your housemates are likely warming up in the great hall, you're out here.

you would be –correction, should be – in the great hall, probably enjoying some warm food with your fellow house buddies and not freezing to death but alas, procrastination is your rival once again, taunting you as you scribble down the best you can your homework for herbology without any distractions. you gnaw your lip through your struggles, your hair falling in front of your face, slightly swaying from the brisk winter breeze painting your nose pink.

your quill moves across the parchment as you work on your herbology homework, your breath visible in the cold air when you take a deep sigh. the crunch of footsteps drawing near makes a presence known to you, but still, your eyes remain focused on your task at hand.

“and what’s my baby sister up to today?” a deep voice chimes from above you paired with a chuckle.

“work, go away,” is your curt response as you barely look up to meet your older brother’s amused glance your way.

“but where’s the fun in that?” blade muses, stepping closer to your sitting figure, his feet crushing the fallen leaves beneath his feet.

it’s when you look up to glare at your seventh year brother when you notice the other pair of eyes looking your way, quietly standing behind blade. your brows raise and eyes widen at the sight. when your eyes meet, the guy quickly averts his gaze and instead, turns his attention to grass.

"hey dan heng," you murmur a light greeting, your tone a blatant shift from the way you’d spoken to your brother. your chin dips into the striped scarf around your neck showing off your house's colors as you feel the winter air tickle your nose.

blade, in turn, rolls his eyes at the obviousness of your tone and softened gaze.

"hey," dan heng replies curtly, offering a nod of acknowledgment. blade swings an arm over his shoulder, shaking dan heng slightly as he hoists him closer, to which he makes a sour and slightly uncomfortable, expression.

"oh, now that i've found you, dear baby sis, we could probably use some advice," blade drawls with a sly smile on his face. in return, your face twists into slight confusion as you tilt your head to the side in question. it seems that you're the only who doesn't know what he's talking about because dan heng quite literally freezes, his throat bobbing slightly.

"advice about what?" you raise an eyebrow, now no longer the slightest bit interested in your homework due in a few short hours.

"well, the yule ball's coming up in a few weeks," blade begins, wiggling his brows knowingly. you nod along, scratching the side of your head, briefly glancing at dan heng, wondering how he could need advice from you of all people. "do you have a date?" your brother then asks. you can't tell if it's a genuine question or if he's looking for a reason to tease you.

"no, i don't," you answer simply, glancing back down at your homework. you miss the way blade turns to look at dan heng. "so, what advice do you need?"

"well, as you're well aware, i'm probably going to ask kafka, my near and dear best friend,” he drawls as if it’s obvious. your eyebrows raise, well aware of his platonic soulmate bond with the purple haired student. though, over time you truly wonder if it’s platonic or not. “but dan heng here is busy beating himself up wondering how to ask his crush," blade finishes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. he smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying the revelation that he just dropped on you.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and your eyes widen slightly at the implication that dan heng has someone in mind to ask to the yule ball. not only that, it must mean he has some form of a serious crush on someone, period. the air seems to thicken with an unspoken tension as you process blade's words. the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball takes on a new significance, and a strange mix of emotions swirls within you.

"dan heng, a crush?" you ask, trying to keep your tone casual even though your mind is buzzing with curiosity – and maybe some buried jealousy.

blade chuckles, enjoying the reaction he has stirred. "oh yeah. he's been overthinking it for days, probably even longer. poor guy doesn't know whether to go for a grand gesture or something simple. it's like watching a potions experiment gone wrong."

“oh,” you say in acknowledgment, glancing at dan heng with your softest-least-obvious smile his way. he rolls his eyes at blade's tone of words, obviously speaking as if he isn't standing right beside him.

“so that's what brings us to you, y/n. personally, how would you-” blade begins to ask in a light-toned, almost nonchalant voice when he's nudged in the gut by dan heng. “hey, rude,” blade grunts at him, but brushes off the elbow to his side. “how would you want to be asked to the ball? i can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears when he’s pacing around our room.”

“i don’t pace,” dan heng quickly cuts in and it’s the first time he’s spoken since he and blade arrived at the courtyard.

“sure you don’t,” blade rolls his eyes. your brother turns back to you. “so? how’d you wanna be asked?”

you swallow back the lump in your throat and avert your gaze to the parchment of your unfinished herbology homework, though your mind is no longer focused on the intricate details of magical plants at the moment. the subtle revelation that dan heng has someone in mind for the yule ball has captured your attention, and you can't help but wonder who the lucky girl might be, though it does leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

you have no reason to feel this way, of course. as far as you're concerned, dan heng is your older brother's best friend. you've only ever been around him for reason of association since blade just loves to tease and poke fun at you, and you've always seen dan heng as a reliable friend. yet, as you continue to feign interest in your herbology homework, the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball lingers in your mind.

"well," you begin, tapping the quill against the parchment thoughtfully, as you attempt to push whatever negative emotions are bubbling in your system, "i suppose a simple and sincere approach is always nice. maybe a heartfelt note or even a private conversation."

blade feigns a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand for dramatic effect. "bo-oring...and here i thought you'd go for something more grand and romantic. you know, like a surprise invitation under the stars or a magically enchanted message."

"well, those can be nice too, but sometimes simplicity holds its own charm. it's the thought and effort that count the most." you recall earlier in the week when march 7th was asked to the yule ball with a grandiose sign and flashmob in the middle of lunch. of course, she adored it, but you couldn't imaging sitting through that without feeling a little second hand embarrassment.

dan heng seems to be listening intently, though he's doing a poor job of pretending not to be. you catch his eyes briefly, and this time, he doesn't look away as quickly. there's a subtle warmth in his gaze that you can't quite decipher, but you offer him an encouraging smile.

blade, ever the perceptive older brother, grins knowingly. "i think that's some solid advice, don't you think?" he asks, nudging his friend beside him. it's almost like blade is staring through dan heng, and you can tell there's probably something you're unaware of that they're mentally communicating about.

dan heng, still recovering from the unexpected topic of asking his best friend's younger sister for love advice of all things, stumbles over his words. "i, uh, yeah. simple is good, got it."

"see? even dan heng agrees. thanks for the wisdom, dear sister." he offers a salute of gratitude as he turns to leave with his friend.

"hey, dan heng?" you ask before the've left ear shot. the two boys turn around to glance at you, blade raising an eyebrow with an imperceptible expression on his face.

"hm?" he hums, tilting his head slightly, his eyes boring into yours. you have to look away for a split second before you start to blush.

"good luck," you smile brightly. "no matter how you ask them, i'll sure they'll love it and say yes." the words tumble out before you can think. by the time you've said them, your cheeks are a warm pink, something you brush off as the cold winter air from sitting outside for too long.

"thanks, y/n," he says, offering a smile of his own, enough to illicit your brain to short circuit, which you don't have to recover from immediately because the boys then walk away. blade, of course, manages to sneak a teasing smile your way, well aware of what's probably going on in your head.

with that, blade drags dan heng away, likely to impart more "wisdom" in a less public setting. you could only assume what blade was busy whispering in his ear that makes him push him off while blade laughs. you're left alone against the tree, the courtyard now quieter as the lunch hour comes to an end.

the revelation that dan heng might be preparing to ask someone to the yule ball lingers in your thoughts. as you finally gather your books and stand up, ready to head inside and get warm instead of staying out in the cold for too long.

the day passes as you go through the rest of your classes. you hand in your poor attempt of your unfinished herbology homework, receiving a raised brow from professor sprout. still, she seems to give an equally as understanding expression, chalking up your less-than-ideal attempt having do with the excitement that relates to the yule ball.

you walk through the halls of hogwarts, hugging your books close to your chest on your way to dinner in the great hall, a much needed meal waiting for you after your long day. your eyes are trained at the tiled floor ahead of you as your mind is too preoccupied to focus on everything else. the corridors seem unusually crowded, filled with students excitedly discussing their plans for the upcoming event.

as you turn a corner on your way to your common room, your scattered and distracted thoughts make you unintentionally collide with someone, causing your books to scatter across the floor. flustered, you start gathering them, apologizing profusely without looking up. "sorry!"

a familiar voice responds, "no worries. i should have been more careful, too." you glance up, and there stands dan heng, a small smile playing on his lips as he bends down to help you collect your books.

"oh, hey again," you greet in a slight breathless tone, unsure whether you should feel more or less embarrassed that you collided right into him. "thanks," you say as he helps, feeling a strange warmth in the air as your hands accidentally brush against each other while reaching for the same book before you both quickly yank your hands back.

"no problem," he replies, handing you the last book. there's a brief moment where your eyes meet, and it feels like time stands still. there's unspoken tension, you think, and its palpable.

dan heng was never a man of many words, you know. then again, one glance from him can hold a million words. despite not being of many words, you never felt any less close to him than your own classmates who've talked your ear off on countless occasions. it might be an inappropriate crush, having one on your older brother's friend, but it's not like you can do anything about it now.

before you can say anything more, dan heng takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i better get going."

"right," you mumble, still caught in the lingering atmosphere between you two.

you watch as he turns away to leave you in the empty hall, but just as he's about to walk away, you notice him hesitate and pause in place. your face expresses confusion when he turns to face you again and looks back at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"everything okay?"

dan heng seems to struggle with his words for a moment, his gaze shifting as if he's trying to find the right way to express what's on his mind. it's a side of him you haven't seen before, and it leaves you both intrigued and a tad concerned.

"yeah," he finally says after a moment, his voice a touch lower than usual, like he's in deep thought. "i just wanted to say, um, about the yule ball..."

"oh! did you ask out who you wanted to?" your brows raise as your curiosity is piqued. your curiosity must be a masochist of sorts because why on earth are you so eager to find out something that will without doubt potentially ruin your night?

dan heng chuckles softly. "not quite," he says quietly. "i was just going to ask, did you really mean what you told blade and me earlier?"

"about what?" your head tilts to the side as you scrunch your eyebrows and a thoughtful frown is on your face.

"how you'd like to be asked," he clarifies. "something simple?"

"oh," you smile shyly. "well, yeah. i'm personally not one to love grand gestures of affection with the attention it garners," you laugh lightly to yourself. "why?"

"just wanted to make sure i'd get it right when i asked` you."

"hm," you hum to yourself with a nod, barely registering his words. a few seconds pass and your head jerks up a bit to meet his serious gaze, your face displaying perplexity. "wait, what?"

at your lost expression, dan heng smiles (smiles!) with an amused laugh through his nose. "the advice wasn't for me to ask someone else, y/n." he reveals in a . when you're still too shocked to say anything, he asks instead. "would you want to go to the yule ball with me?"

your heart skips a beat at the unexpected question. for a moment, a long moment, you're frozen in place, trying to process everything he just said. the realization dawns on you that the secret crush you harbored might not be so one-sided after all.

the courtyard conversation wasn't merely about hypotheticals for dan heng, you knew that, but not to this extent! not to mention, your brother blatantly asked you how you'd like to be asked (on behalf of all girls, but still) to the ball. you feel a little bamboozled, to be quite honest, but in the best way.

the air is thick with anticipation as you meet his eyes. the warmth in them is more evident now, and there's a vulnerability that you never expected to see from someone as composed as dan heng.

"really, me?" you ask, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

"of course, you," he says like it's most obvious answer. after a few seconds, his expression turns serious, "if it's uncomfortable for you or if you don't want to, forgive me-"

"no-no, that's not it!" you quickly cut him off before he can finish, waving your hands in front of him. "i'd love to." you beam.

relief washes over him, and a smile breaks across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

you nod in confirmation, still smiling widely. you jut your thumb in the direction of the great hall. "i was just heading to a late dinner. you wanna come?"

dan heng wordlessly nods with a smile and falls into step with you as you both begin walking through the long corridor.

"so...earlier today with blade..." you trail off, breaking the comfortable silence as you recall the courtyard conversation.

"all his idea," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "he knew i wouldn't have just asked so he just had an idea of his own."

"did blade know the whole time?" you ask.

"he's only been bothering me about it since the start of fifth year."

you pause in your step. "fifth year?" you ask, shyly peering at him through the corner of your eyes as you walk toward the great hall.

"yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck as his ears go red. "apparently i wasn't subtle enough for your brother to notice. it took him a while for me to admit it..."

you laugh, recalling on your own side how your own brother taunted you for staring extra long at his friend. was he playing matchmaker this whole time? "does that mean we'll have to thank him at some point?" you can only imagine the shit-eating grin on his face, all by his own behind the scenes doing.

there's a brief silence between you two and you come to the same answer.

"no."

"absolutely not."

.... so that's the first fic im back with! i know im rusty so pls let me be...plots will get better i swear <3 ty for reading! also we just gonna go w dan heng and blade being besties it's an alternate universe ok

#blade is def ooc but idc hes my baby so ill write him that way <3 #im so so rusty so dont look if its bad :")#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng #dan heng x fem reader #hsr dan heng #star rail #star rail x reader #star rail x you #hsr fluff #hsr timestamp #dan heng fluff #honkai star rail x reader

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