HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! Pt Three.

HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! pt three.

— featuring ┊aventurine, dr ratio, argenti, sunday, boothill, gallagher x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊2.1 MILD SPOILERS ON SUNDAY’S PART. not proofread, hsr men as fathers makes a comeback ! purely sfw (fluff), established relationships, slight random angst in argenti’s part (his part was long i was feeling a bit emo), mentions of pregnancy + labour but not the actual details of labour (lol), them jus being absolute sweethearts, cuteness overload i say (more tba!) | part one. part two.

— a/n┊hsr papas makes a BIG ASS comeback after months! i finally made a third part 2 this god bless 😋🙏 i almost forgot argenti so i had to squeeze him in LOL anyways guys we have sm girl dads… girl dad attendance pls!!! rocco song lyrics in the beginning of each thingy real not fake??? (i love rocco) | special tag! @rosequarzo

⊹ PAPA #1 : AVENTURINE

“𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎.”

⊹ aventurine would have twins, one girl one boy! (one of each wow) he would have a little princess along with a little prince! let me tell you, he was so excited when he finally got to hold his little younglings. he loves both of his kids sm, he probably cried during their births and held each of them, snuggling their small bodies against his chest (stop.)

“my darling.. thank you for this beautiful gift you gave us. you did so good.”

⊹ aventurine would bring his kids to work if you were too busy, and he still does! when they were still very tiny, aventurine would bring his little daughter and little son to work, taking great pride in his little ones as he brags about them to topaz and everyone else! sometimes his workers would see him walking with two little ones on each hand, his little ones singing a happy song while he nodded along and spun her and her brother around <3

his little ones are shy so, sometimes they’d hide behind his leg whenever aventurine spoke to anyone, with his hand on both of their heads (enough.)

⊹ aventurine’s little ones are literally copy paste of him, they both have his beautiful eyes, his hair, and copy his mannerisms! your genes did NOT fight when it came to them gn.. but don’t worry! your kids inherited some of your traits personality wise i’m sure.

“look, baby.. they have the same eyes as me.”

⊹ aventurine couldn’t be more thankful to be blessed with twins, sometimes he’d stare at his little ones and start tearing up, wondering how he helped you create something so pure. after the many challenges and hardships of his life, he finally got what he wanted most, love and his own family to care for. “papa? why are you crying?” his son blurted, glancing towards his sister before they both hugged their father, earning a chuckle from him as he sniffled.. holding both of them against him.

aventurine wiped the tears that left his pretty eyes, caressing his son’s cheek, and then his daughter’s, “nothing nothing.. i’m just so happy to be your father.”

⊹ PAPA #2 : DR RATIO

“𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄’ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.“

⊹ dr ratio would have three daughters, three little daughters to protect and also three little daughters who would sass him daily + humble him as karma for him being so mean to everyone else! it’s okay, he lets them <3 he loves them so much, he wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else!

“daddy your bed hair looks bad today!” one of his little princesses would say, he merely blinked in disbelief “who’s teaching you all these things, hm?” he said in a low yet soft tone. “you, daddy!” she answered

⊹ dr ratio is a strict father, but not overly strict. he would be strict with his daughters education, but he means well.. he just wants them to do good and follow their dreams! he would help them do their homework, projects, and help them practice things they’ll struggle at! he’s (more) patient with his three princesses than most and teaches them about all sorts of things

⊹ dr ratio who has a soft spot for you and his little ones, both of you are his pride and joy.. the light of his life. i’m sure when his daughters were still itty bitty tiny babies, he soothes or tries to calm his daughters down during fussy times by trying to make them laugh by putting on that dumb mask he always wore, and it would work! his daughters would giggle, grabbing his face as they nuzzled their noses against his (enough guys)

“you look stupid.” you chuckled, leaning against his arm while you held the other two girls in your arms. he would raise a brow as he shot a quick yet soft glare at you, pulling his daughter closer as he patted her back. “well, our daughter thinks otherwise.”

⊹ dr ratio would scare away any boy away with no problem LMAO when his daughters get older, and y’know.. they’re all having crushes or what not, he would easily scare them away! you scold him at times, telling him to give the boys a chance! he’s strict with who would date his daughters. despite this, he means well. he just doesn’t want his little princesses to get in any toxic or horrible relationships! he really does mean well :(( but sometimes.. his logic can be so strange

“i told you, that boy is not good for you.” he kept his arms crossed, staring at his daughter with a firm gaze.

“but dad! all he did was give me a hug!”

“that’s why he’s not good for you. he’s touching my daughter.”

⊹ PAPA #3 : ARGENTI

“𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎?“

⊹ argenti would have a son, maybe he’ll have more coming but a son will do for now <3 because of his constant travels, despite this, he had no knowledge of your pregnancy.. because he soon departed a few weeks prior you found out about the baby within you, leaving you alone. the labour was painful, you almost lost your life from how difficult it was without anyone by your side to soothe you except for the nurses. he wouldn’t find out you had a son until he returned to you one day, shocked to see a newborn baby nestled comfortably in your arms.. wrapped in a cozy blanket. “i.. apologize my love, i cannot stay long.” he murmured, trying to touch your shoulder but you pulled away from him :(( because of his accidental negligence, miscommunication would happen as you figured he just didn’t wanna raise the baby with you. you held the baby tight against your arms, trying your best not to tear up.

“.. no, it’s okay. i understand. i’m.. sorry for being a burden to you,”

“wait, my love.. i’m not leaving you completely.. i’m just—“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you turned, walking off

⊹ argenti would be filled with deep regret when he found out you thought of yourself as a burden, he knew he was selfish with his choices.. choosing to depart just one more time instead of helping his wife raise his own fresh and blood. because of his decisions, he probably never got to see his son grow out of infancy, making their relationship nonexistent. he knew you had done nothing wrong bearing his child, especially when it was through the love between you both that helped the child be conceived. this only made him want to prove himself to you oncd and for all, returning.. determined to give the love he failed to provide for both you and his son.

⊹ argenti smiled bitterly as son was now a three years old as he missed so many things.. his son’s first steps, first words.. he could no longer remain silent in the face of despondency that you seemed to hold within your precious heart he broke. you had carried his son in your womb for nine months without his knowledge, enduring the rigours of pregnancy and labour by yourself. you had done nothing wrong, and he was very much in love with you.. and loved his son deeply. he was determined to reconnect with you.

“i promise, my love.. i’m deeply sorry. i won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again. please, tell me anything that’s on your mind from now on, please give me another chance to deem myself worthy of your love.

⊹ argenti was a completely different man as he tried his absolute best to live the life he would’ve lived if he wasn’t so busy, spending time with his son and you. taking his son out on adventures and late night walks, teaching him about the worlds outside of the one they lived in now, he loves and cherishes his son.. of course. he just hoped that maybe one day, his son would love him enough to call and consider him his father.

“you see those? those three stars.. are me, you, and your mother.” argenti spoke softly, chuckling when his son nodded eagerly, nuzzling against him

⊹ PAPA #4 : SUNDAY

“𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍.“

⊹ sunday would have two kids, a daughter and a son just like him and his sister robin! but, instead of his son being older, his daughter is older! <3 sunday’s kids are either a copy of you and him there is no in between i swear. his two kids definitely inherited one thing from him though, his little wings by his ears <3 when you gave birth his children, his heart almost melted at the sight of their teeny tiny little wings protruding from their little heads, knowing it’ll grow the same size as his one day!

“my wings.. they have my wings.”

⊹ sunday would most definitely use his wings to play peekaboo with his babies when they were young, and they would always make them laugh (stop) sometimes he’d be left alone with them both and if they grew fussy, he would start playing peekaboo with his wings trying his best to calm down his little ones :(( sometimes you’d catch him playing peekaboo with his little ones, letting his wings cover his eyes and then reopening them :,3 it’s so adorable!

⊹ sunday is overprotective over his kids, let’s just make that clear. because of what happened to their aunt robin, he doesn’t want anything to happen to them too. sunday has cameras everywhere, he even hired bodyguards to guard his children and their rooms all day long, i’m sure he never even revealed to the public that he even had kids, to prevent them from getting a target put on their backs from dangerous things :(( he really does worry abt his babies

“my children.. where did my children go off to?”

“they’re with your wife, sir sunday.” ooh. he felt a relief rush through him when the bodyguard said those words.

⊹ sunday who’s one chill dad, sure he can be overbearing sometimes but he’s willing to give his little darlings the freedom and childhood they needed, not rushing them into things. he provides them with a good education, plays with them, and is overall present in their lives.. letting him disturb him and trash his office while he goes on important meeting calls or work on papers (LMAO)

⊹ PAPA #5 : BOOTHILL

“𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄..”

⊹ boothill would most definitely have a daughter, a daughter who is nothing but the newest light in his life! although, labour was a shock to him.. you squeezed his hand so tight he almost thought his metal hands and fingers were gonna fall apart LMAO ++ boothill never thought about family life much, but when you both had your daughter.. he fully committed his life to being a good husband to you and fully committed to taking good care of his little princess! his little girl would probably inherit his sharp teeth, often nibbling and biting him gently in her early years of being a toddler (LOL)

“what the— darlin’! do you see this?! our lil’ girl is biting me!”

⊹ boothill would kinda be the most childish and unserious dad ever, he takes cheesy photos and he would post them on his social media of his family and his daughter. but no, not just ordinary pictures, pictures of him and his little princess on a random horse in the hot sun! like just imagine, him holding his little princess while he has a piece of wheat in his mouth, posing for the camera and posting it (LMAO)

“pose, darlin’ girl! show daddy those sharp teeth!” his daughter would smile with her big sharp teeth, posing with their new horse friend!! (boothill probably robbed it)

⊹ boothill who can only feel physical touch on his face, when his daughter was still a baby.. her little hands would touch his cheeks and giggle softly, earning a low chuckle from him while he blows on her belly, his little princess holding onto his soft locks (stop) his heart would melt every time his daughter would grab at his face, you and his daughter make him feel alive even :,3

⊹ boothill would try finding balances with the dangers of his occupation and as a father + husband. he really does try to balance everything out and be there for you and his daughter. he wants you to know that you both are his number one priority and he wouldn’t trade you both for anything else.

“daddy loves you very much. you know that right?” he carried his daughter around as she blew bubbles with her mouth, giggling and speaking random gibberish. aeons, he can’t believe he helped make something so pure.

⊹ PAPA #6 : GALLAGHER

“𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

⊹ gallagher is definitely a family man. you guys can’t tell me otherwise, he probably has four darling kids (damn), three sons and one precious daughter! and let me say, he’s an excellent father to all his little ones <3 hope you had a fantastic time popping all of them out! (LMAO) he would help you all throughout your pregnancy.. making food for you, everything! he would let you heal while he changes all the diapers, etc! (he loves u sm)

⊹ gallagher who makes sure he treats you with love and care, often doing cheesy things with you infront of his kids as they go “ewww!” and everything like that :,3 whether it be giving flowers to you on valentine’s day, setting up dramatic anniversary celebrations, buying you gifts, giving you kisses, etc! this man loves you a lot and he would do anything cheesy with you infront of his kids, he really wants them to grow up telling everyone that their parents were in love :(( he wants his beloved marriage with you to be a fragment of true love and influence the real aspects of marriage to his little ones <3

“ewwww! daddy why do you keep kissing mommy that’s gross!” his daughter spoke up as a chuckle left his throat, patting her head. “because i love your mother very much.. that’s why.”

⊹ gallagher who like i said, is such an excellent father. his parenting skills are UNMATCHED. he’s one of the most gentle and chill fathers out there! he would serve as a guide and teacher to his four darlings, teaching them all they needed to know and he would most definitely teach his three sons how to treat a lady right, and treat their future partners the same as they treat their mother and sister, with respect! i’m sure he’ll also teach his little girl to be confident and independent!

⊹ gallagher is the type of dad who would make dad jokes often, and sometimes he’s the typa dad that would embarrass his little ones infront of their friends or future partners! he’s just a silly dad who loves and cherishes his kids a lot!

“dad.. those jokes aren’t even funny.” his son raised a brow

“hm? you don’t think my jokes are funny? i figured they were.. what are you talking about?”

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Darling, Kiss Me.

— Kissing Scenarios with Honkai Men.

— Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Welt, Dan Feng + Blade

[Masterlist]

I’m alive, surprise. This is an old fic that I managed to finish but I must have been injected with 40ccs of something because I don’t remember this being so sappy. I’m also editing this on my phone.

Dan Heng

Despite Dan Heng's outwardly stoic and blank expressions, his actions show his hidden affectionate nature reserved for the ones he cares about most. When March wants to take a picture, he will throw up a peace sign even though he never smiles brightly for the photo. When Himeko brews her infamous coffee, he drinks it under the pretense of "stamina training," yet he downs it all the same. But with you, it's slightly different. The intimacy you both share is silent, one that doesn't require flowery words to convey the comfort you find in each other's company. His eyes will soften slightly whenever he looks at you, and even in a crowded room, his gaze automatically shifts to yours as if drawn to you. How he always has an arm around your waist if the ground is uneven and how he doesn't shy away from your touch either but wordlessly leans into the warmth. Likewise, you have a fondness for the simple acts. Stepping to the side to always make space for him in group conversations and most importantly, brushing his hair. It's short and always relatively straight, but it's a simple act that you treasure. Plus he makes a sound similar to a purr when he closes his eyes to relish in your gentle touch that has your heart warming.

"Dan Heng?" you breathe softly above him, and he lifts his head with a gentle hum. Your hands move from his hair to cradle his face, fingertips drawing soothing circles before your thumb rests on his bottom lip. It makes him smile a tad, your unspoken desire is evident and he opens his eyes to peer up at your shy expression. "May I kiss you?"

His silent nod confirms your wish, and the anticipation in his eyes has you biting your lip to stifle your giggle. Without wasting another second, you tuck your hair behind your ear and lean down to give him a deep kiss. The feelings of you so close to him, your chest against his back, his face in your hands, the contrast between his roughness and your soft demeanor sends a shiver of delight through his body. But unlike him, you have to break away shortly to catch your breath. Though he doesn't let you breathe for too long.

"Again," he whispers, his eyes laced with desire. Your giggle rings out, a delightful sound that brings a smile to his face. As you intertwine your fingers with his, you lean in to kiss him once more.

Gepard

Gepard wonders how everyone would react if they knew their disciplined Captain was nothing more than a hopeless lovesick fool. How you would react if you knew how often he sits at his desk and daydreams of you rather than getting any actual work done. He leans his chin against his head, blankly staring at the most recent report that sits on his desk, yet his thoughts revolve around you. The messy bed hair that greeted him in the bathroom mirror, the sleepy good mornings and goodbyes before he left for work, and the small peck on the cheek as you sent him off.

He takes his earlier thought back. He wonders how his younger self would react knowing that the Gepard now can't even get through a few minutes without thinking about his spouse. What reaction would he have seeing the ring on his finger?

"Are you slacking off Captain?" a voice calls from behind as a pair of hands covers his eyes before he feels something soft against his forehead. He nearly breaks his desk when he jumps, accidentally hitting his knee, and the resounding thud has him wincing, but he quickly covers it with a pained smile. It does nothing to placate you as you rush to his side with concerned eyes and your hands already ready to soothe whatever injury he has.

"Are you alright?" you ask, your adorable concern shines through with the way your eyes scatter around to see if he has any other injuries. How meek you look with your hands locked together nervously, the way your lips downturn into a cute pout. But his enamourment time is cut short as he quickly stands from his seat to place two hands on your shoulder and give you a reassuring smile.

"Yes, I'm alright. Although, what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you of course," he flushes at his startled reaction to your presence, but you don't seem to take any offense if your smile is anything to go by. You tilt your head at him, a cheeky smile playing on your lips, as you wrap your arms around his middle.

"Geppie, it's lunchtime. We're supposed to go out, remember?" You shake your head, but the fondness of your tone and the nickname stir a gentle affection within him. He easily picks you up into his arms, the delighted squeal and another kiss on the cheek he gets for the action that brings a smile to his face, as he waltzes out the door with you.

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan isn't the Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights for nothing. Even with the "dozing" term attached to a rather prestigious title, he is fully aware of what you're doing. The attempts to weasel up to him, practically in his lap as you lean against him, only to pull away at the last moment. You playfully twirl his hair with your index finger before sticking your tongue out and skipping away.

But now it's night time and Jing Yuan can shed his title like the armor he smoothly removes in practiced motions. Right now, he is but a man who desires to kiss his tease of a lover. He doesn't give you a warning, this entire day has been a warning anyway, and he won't let you run away before getting his just dues. After all the playful antics, it's his turn now.

His eyes remain on his papers, but his ears are alert as he waits for your fifth sneak-up attack. Already attuned to the familiar rhythm of your footsteps approaching from behind as he counts down in his head. Your fingers brush against his hair, and he can sense the mischievous glint in your eyes, before he swiftly turns and scoops you up into his arms. The squeal that escapes you is more than worth it as you giggle and wiggle out of his hold.

"Nooo, let me go!" your cries are light-hearted and Jing Yuan revels in the moment of gentle playfulness that's desperately missing in his life as a general. You frantically continue tugging at anything that can free you, from the sleeve on his forearms to the lapels in his coat, you even crane your neck to bite his face as if you're a wild animal. Jing Yuan chuckles with a smug smile, and in the showmanship of strength, he easily stands up, his hands firmly under your knees in a secure but gentle grasp.

"Finally caught you," he breathes out softly before tilting his head down and closing the distance between your lips.

Sampo

"What exactly are you doing?" a voice sounds behind him, causing him to flinch slightly as he spins on his heel, his arms already up. He meets your frown with a cheerful smile and even a playful wink. Sadly, his charming facade has no affect on you, if anything it makes your frown deeper as your hands come up to cup around your mouth.

"Captain Gepard! There's a weird man he-"

"Wait! Wait! Stop! I'm sorry!" Sampo pleads, falling to his knees with his arms outstretched to latch his slimy hands around your waist as he nuzzles his face against your stomach. "Seriously, how could you do that to your own boyfriend?!"

You let out a sigh beyond your years but you sigh nonetheless. Your hands come up to pet Sampo's head, fingers brushing through his blue hair before your hand pushes away the strands lying upon his forehead so you can see both of his eyes. He peers up at you curiously before sending you another wink that you immediately pinch his cheek for.

"You know I wouldn't do that. Besides, what are you doing here exactly? If it is something scammy, I will tell Gepard," you say and Sampo gives you a devilish grin that has you instantly regretting asking. He unlatches himself from you to stand and reach for something in a wooden barrel. Before he pulls his arm out, he glances back at you to make sure your eyes are on him, before he pulls out a single white flower.

"For the most beautiful person in the galaxy. It's called a cecilia flower. A beautiful flower with a name that suits its appearance. It only grows where harsh winds blow, and is just as intangible as the true heart of an unbound soul. Here, for you," Sampo offers the flower to you and you tentatively reach out and grasp the delicate stem. You glance up at him to confirm, and Sampo nods with a sincere smile, and you let yourself fall into childlike glee of being gifted a flower.

"Thank you, Sampo," you whisper, "It's lovely."

A surprised squeak escapes your lips when Sampo nips at you, and then he starts peppering your face with soft kisses. It’s enough to distract you from asking how the hell he managed to get this flower.

Welt

Welt's caring nature knows no bounds for anyone he holds close to. Whether it's making sure the "youngster's" are well-prepared for their journey or making sure Himeko isn't downing her 7th cup of coffee, he ensures each interaction is filled with tenderness and care. Though he understands that everyone on the Express may come and go, he approaches every action with consideration and cherishing the time you spend with each other while it's still here.

In the quietness of the Express, where everyone has retired to their room, Welt sit's alone in the parlor alone. Even Pom-Pom has found a place to curl up and sleep the night away, leaving Welt to sit and bask in the silence. That is until he hears the familiar noise of the automatic door sliding open and he looks up to meet your startled eyes. You're both in a stand still as if he's caught you do something bad, regardless of the fact you're almost the same age, before he sends you a soft smile.

"Can't sleep? I understand — inspiration always comes knocking in the small hours. It's hard to ignore, right?" he asks voice almost a whisper as you sheepishly nod as you approach him and sit down beside him. It's a comforting silence between the two of you, the heat of your bodies drawn close together, as the world outside fades away. Until a soft hum escapes you and you lift your head to look at him, his small smile meeting your curious gaze, as he patiently waits for your inquiry.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask, your voice slightly raspy from the lack of sleep but the amusement that flickers in your eyes is active enough that Welt props himself up to look at you more directly.

"Right now?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice at your abrupt request rather than scrutiny. You nod an answer as you shuffle closer, still giving enough distance should Welt be uncomfortable, but he doesn't pull away, instead reaching out to brush your hair back and tuck it behind your ears.

In a quiet shuffle, he moves closer to you, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek. His fingers trace the curve of your face affectionately, his movements slow and thoughtful. The earlier teasing gives way to a moment of genuine intimacy, punctuated by the softness of his touch and the warmth of his gaze. As he leans in, you can feel his warm breath fanning your face, his eyes half-closed, as if savoring the anticipation of the moment. As he pulls you in, you close your eyes, the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile when his lips meet yours. The kiss is sweet and gentle, filled with the love that you share.

Dan Feng

Due to his position in the hierarchy of the Xianzhou, Dan Feng's desires are kept under a tight lid outside of his own control. His words and orders are listened to and acted upon, but when it comes to more personal wants, they are shut down entirely and removed. After all, their esteemed High Elder shouldn't be swayed by such material and emotional things. So when it comes to being selfish, Dan Feng will often imply his needs rather than outright stating them. Whether it's a simple request for your time over cups of steaming tea or a craving for the solace of your presence, it leaves you blindly guessing most of the time for what your dragon yearns for.

So naturally, as you walk ahead of him and the distance grows between you, you don't hear his faint coughs and subtle glances to catch your attention. He even makes a desperate attempt, reaching his hand out to catch your shoulder, but his hesitation catches him and his fingertips hover before you step away out of reach.

Thump Thump

He quickly reaches behind him to stop his tail from thumping against the wooden floors but it's too late. The noise makes you turn around, looking around the surrounding area before settling on him curiously. The slight tilt of your head as you silently question him if he heard the same sound as you did but all he can focus on is what that cute little action does to his heart. His grip on his tail tightens.

"High Elder? Is there something that is not to your standard?" you politely ask and he mentally huffs at your words. You're both alone, you don't need to address him like that anymore. A turquois scaly tail shifts out beneath his clothing, looping around your ankle, and with a good tug, he pulls you towards him.

"High Elder?" you asked, bewildered, as you look up to face an awkward Dan Feng. There's a fraction of a pout forming on his lips as he continues to stare elsewhere, his tail rhythmically tapping against your leg as if that will help you understand his hidden meaning. However, when you take too long, Dan Feng's eyes glance over to yours, the drift down to your lips, before snapping back up and away at the wall. He ignores how fast his cheeks heat up when you start giggling, even pressing your face into his chest to try and muffle it.

"Come here," you whisper, your hands trailing up from his shoulders to his cheeks as you pull him gently down. Even if he is the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, he follows your command.

Blade

Given Blade's past and present circumstances, he hasn't had the time to sit down and explore more complicated relationships, let alone friendships, even with his loosely named comrades. His days are restless, and he rarely sleeps much when every time he closes his eyes, a familiar pair of ocean eyes stare back before searing pain over his body jolts him awake.

You find yourself in this strange limbo of understanding but feeling the weight of his absence. You aren't sure where you stand in Blade's hierarchy of concerns. Whether you're on that list entirely or not. There are nights when he stumbles into your bed, but you'll never wake up to him in the morning. There are moments when he'll abruptly flinch away from you before leaving you behind in the comfort of your home. The constant back-and-forth leaves you both yearning for him, yet spiteful that this one man has so much control over your emotions. Sometimes it feels like it isn't worth it anymore.

However, those difficult moments are balanced by Blade's sincere efforts. How he'll turn his back to you when he places his sword away, how he'll bring you things when he's been gone for an especially long time, and how sometimes it looks like he's looking at you and not someone else. They all stir warmth in your heart, and you think to yourself that next time, next time for sure, you'll tell him to never come back.

"Are you leaving?" you whisper behind him as he pulls his coat back onto his shoulders. The low beam of the streetlamps peeking through your window is the only source of light, but it's enough to see Blade nod. Although it's not like you need confirmation, you've been through this song and dance far too many times, "This is the las-".

In a sudden and unexpected twist of fate, Blade turns around and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. His hand comes up to press your head gently against his chest, so close that you can't see his expression.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs into the quietness of the night as he kisses the top of your head.

"I'll be back soon," is all he says. Those are his parting words before he disappears into the night and leaves you alone in your quiet house once again.

the best relief.

nsfw (*´꒳`*) afab!reader. model!yingxing x bodyguard!reader. dumbification. fingering. you call him "sir"—reader is very polite lol. reader wears makeup. edging. mirror sex. overstimulation. breeding. petnames used: darling, sweetheart. praises!!! :D forced eye contact 😵‍💫 he's a bit of a meanie but he's very in love w you hehe :33

it doesn't look good to me... hope yall like it though (_ _).｡o○ please have this to make up for the boothill smut i couldn't make a part two of 😔

the soft clinking of YINGXING's extravagant accessories cuts through the silence of the night, accompanied by the sound of your angelic voice moaning his name as if he was your god as he plunged another rough finger into your drooling hole—practically begging him for more, hungrily swallowing his digits that he thinks they'll snap if you were to clamp down any harder.

"so needy f'me, aren't you?" a throaty growl escapes his chest, tinged with desire as the model leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, muffling your voice as he frenziedly pushes you up against the sink, positioning your legs in between his to keep you from squirming away.

yingxing swears he was never the type to do something like this to relieve his stress, as he knows the potential risks of it turning into a cosmos-wide scandals that will end up ruining everything he's worked hard to achieve—on the other hand, he simply doesn't have the ability to reject you when you were the one who voluntarily offered yourself to him, whispering in his ear about how you'd help him out in any way he wanted—so here you are; your clothes in disarray and a clear thread of saliva trickling down your chin, a testament of the supermodel's ability to make an absolute mess out of you, his precious soon-to-be girlfriend bodyguard.

you've always been a great bodyguard for him—a kindhearted and caring individual who takes good care of him while also being a bold and tenacious guardian whenever the pesky paparazzis are getting out of hand with their disturbances; which makes it even more enjoyable to break you into putty in his hands—and just to remind you, he hasn't even gotten to the fun part yet.

your hand flew over your mouth, trying so hard to muffle the sinful noises that escaped your pretty lips; fearing that yingxing's manager or that mysterious vidyadhara friend of his would barge into his house and caught you in the act. seeing this, his frown deepens, his hand swatting yours as he sinks his fingers deeper into your drenched hole, creating a series of loud sloshing noise that only serves to mortify you further at how dirty they sound.

"don't, i want to hear how good i made you feel," he whispered right beside your neck, tickling the sensitive skin on purpose.

you shake your head, unable to answer him properly without stuttering and making every words sound like a moan, "sir, what if—ah!" and with a simply curl of his fingers in the right direction, your complaints are silenced and replaced with high pitched cries—oh boy, at this rate, his tailored pants might just burst open with the way his bulge keeps growing bigger when he himself thought it couldn't anymore, all thanks to your beautiful voice.

"focus on me, don't think of anyone else," from the growl he struggled to suppress and the way he use his other hand to pinch your bud, you can tell that he's not very fond of the mentions of others during times like these—and you can't help your walls from twitching again at his demanding words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening further at his precise movements. more incoherent words left your throat, and he smirks in acknowledgment of your nearing climax, drawing his fingers out just right before you can experience that oh-so-blissful feeling of relief.

a soft, frustrated whine left your throat as you clench around nothing, your lips curling downwards in disappointment as you look at him, "sir, why did you stop...?"

he doesn't respond, his attention completely directed at the crystal-clear substance coating his glove—a clear evidence of the euphoric experience he puts you through. aren't you just so adorable? getting so excited just by his fingers alone?

"eager, aren't we?" he sneers, pressing your bottom lip to make way for his soiled fingers, giving you a taste of yourself and oh aeons, why do you have to be so cute? eyes wide with tears and drool dripping down your chin as you lap the remaining of your own juices off the fabric, making his cock twitch yet again.

he's not gonna hold back anymore, he thinks—no, he simply cannot—hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, he sighs in relief when his erection is finally freed, the blunt head already leaking precum—a shiver ran down your spine, words catching in your throat at the length and girth; will it even fit?

yingxing smiles at the terrified look on your face, inching closer to playfully slap your folds with his tip, earning another whimper from you, "aww, are you scared, sweetheart?"

"no... i-it's fine, i can take it, sir," you slowly shake your head, still trying to look brave—the slight waver in your voice did not go past his ears though; it boosted his ego, actually.

the man snickered, gaze locking with yours, slowly guiding himself into the warm embrace of your walls, "we'll see about that,"

he sighs in pleasure as he watches your cunt eagerly swallows and clench around his length, as if trying to pull him in—so he reciprocates; jerking his hips to meet your pelvis in a slow and steady motion—your comfort and pleasure comes first, even if he is the one who needs this. still, you cannot help but roll your eyes whenever he reach deep enough to press against your sensitive spots, like he's done this millions of times before.

when he heard your moans getting louder, the man starts to pick up his pace, moving rougher and more demanding as his arms reach for your waist, pulling you down and bending you over so you can face the mirror; watching him pour out all his stress into your abused cunt and the way your body is arching against the sink—a sight so lewd that you want to look away from it, but no, he won't allow it; he wants you to see just how good he's making you feel—and he savors every moment of it, carving the memories of this obscene scene into his brain.

"sir—!" a tiny mewl left your lips when he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming his hips back into yours, leaving not a single nook or cranny untouched—the intensity is enough to knock every single thought out of your pretty head. it feels too good, and before you could control yourself, your body lurched forward as you come undone on his cock, delicate fingers curling tightly onto the faucet as your poor body convulses in pleasure.

to stimulate you further, yingxing reach down to rub circles and patterns on your fluttering petals, "good girl—fuck, loosen up, will you? i won't be able to reward you if you don't let go of my cock," his voice is saccharine sweet, like a honeyed poison—so sweet yet so full of mirth, and you can't help but crave it more.

your gummy walls throb around him, trying so hard to not draw him in as he slowly drags his length across your overstimulated walls; yet you can't help yourself to not marvel at the sight of his silver hair cascading over your lower back, his eyes fluttering at how good it feels to nestle inside you—all reflected on the glass mirror for you to see.

but you were not able to gawk at him for long, for the haughty model always sought to catch you off guard—his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to ram his cock back inside, thrusting and rolling himself faster and harder than before, so much that you can hear the thwop thwop thwop sound, along with your soft wails harmonizing with his low grunts bouncing off the ceramic walls; you can only hope that his neighbors would not be suspicious of this totally-professional-relationship of yours.

as for the model himself, he couldn't care less, the only thing occupying his mind is that he has to lay his claim on you; to leave so many traces of his love on you that they will never fade no matter how many lives you have to go through—so he may always find you in every lifetime.

"keep your eyes on the mirror, darling," he clenches his jaw, guiding your chin up to face the fogged surface of the glass—yet it still cannot obstruct the sight of your lovely face; adorned with dark tears as a result of your smudged mascara, cheeks all warm and flushed, and trails of spit running down your chin. gosh, you really are the most gorgeous angel in this wretched world when you're fucked dumb on his dick.

"sir, i can't—"

"yes you can, and call me yingxing, please?" he coos, warm tongue prodding at your earlobe to coax you into obedience—not like he has to anyway.

"yingxing yingxing yingxing! please, i'm—hng!" because his name immediately leaves your agape mouth like a mantra, along with unidentified words that got lost in between mewls and screams of pleasure; and that's all it takes for the course of pleasure to run down his body, eyes tightly shut as he releases rope after rope into your womb, pressing himself directly on that one delicate, spongy spot inside your pulsating warmth—which then leads to your second orgasm, the waves of pleasure coursing down your spine as your body tenses up, sticky fluid gushing out and spilling down the floor with a squelch.

he stills himself, panting heavily as his broad chest press down on your back; you can feel just how heated up he has gotten, how his coat is all drenched with sweat, how his voice cracks slightly as he mutters praises under his breath, "you're taking me so well... can you feel how deep i am right now?" his hand trails up your abdomen to press on a particularly warm and slightly protruding spot in your tummy; he really did not hold back in marking you, huh?

finally, after you both have calmed down, yingxing begins to pepper kisses on your hair and cheek, slowly grinding all the cum back inside you; he despises seeing it leave you, "are you okay?"

"yes, sir..."

he frowns, thumb caressing your chin in a slow motion, "i told you to call me yingxing," your vision is blurry due to the tears bubbling up your eyes, but you swear you could hear him pout at that.

before you could answer, he flipped you over, a pair of muscular arms supporting your trembling body as he positioned you to sit back on the sink, "i guess i need to fuck you some more, don't i? that way, your pretty little brain will never forget my name again," his smile turns into a full-blown grin, eyes sharp with mischief; and you know that this stress-relieving session is going to take longer than you expected.

xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

♡ Listen to me ♡

❥ TAGS: hurt/comfort, descriptions of symptoms of mental illnesses (hallucinations, paranoia, painful psychosomatic sensations such as suffocation).

Where in this world can two broken souls find their place if not in each other's arms?

Broken heart and shattered mind. The bloody splinters of the fragments of the past are digging deeper into the wounded consciousness with each step, slowly and painfully bringing the already exhausted mind to it's limit. This is probably how others envisioned Blade; but what about you?

Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with a clear, sane mind. Mental torment is not exclusive, but it would be foolish to deny that some are less fortunate in that regard than others. Perhaps that's how you and Blade came together - it's not every day you meet someone who can understand and share that pain even the slightest bit. Your road to trust was thorny and difficult: what's it like, trying to connect when both parties are in constant survival mode and won't just open up to anyone? To meet Blade under the influence of mara was to be chased away and away for longer; to meet you while your mental health is acting up was to hear you mumble unintelligibly that he shouldn't see you in such a state.

But even from such a vicious circle, there's always a way out. In the most vulnerable moments, it becomes impossible to cling to pride: with each bandaged wound on the exhausted body, with each hour spent in shared silence, the relationship between you two became more and more trusting. Here it is - a small island of comfort just for the two of you, found in the most unexpected place. Or is it the most expected?

Slowly, by trial and error, an unusual relationship was formed. Without fancy confessions, without loud words - two soulless shells with empty hearts nestled into each other, sharing the last particles of warmth. You and Blade don't even have to reveal your relationship: to anyone who knows anything about you two, the inference will be obvious. It's hard to see Y/N in a sane state of mind, and it's hard to see Blade in a tolerant mood... But somehow it's this tandem that makes it possible and not such a rare occurrence.

However, peaceful days can't last forever.

No matter how hard you try, frustration won't stop accumulating, even if you apply balm to the inflamed soul. Just one drop - the very last one - and the mind slips into all-consuming despair. The heaviness narrows in a tight ring around your thin neck, digging it's barbed wires into the irritated flesh and denying any access to air. As the resinous, viscous panic drips down the parched walls of the throat, mingling with the salty taste of tears, images take over your sight and hearing. Ugly, garish, unrelated to reality - but no less frightening. Fear shackles every of your limb, and all that remains is to be sucked into the dark substance that overflows the skull to the brim. Through such strong pain and illusions, it would seem that nothing can break through until they collapse by themselves - but one voice, so familiar and close, still finds it's way through the dense veil of madness. That voice...

"Listen to me."

It was his voice. Blade was there; he was clutching your curled body in his arms, shielding you like a wall from all inclement weather. Paranoid fear made you want to break free, but knowing what a bone-crushing embrace this man had, you wouldn't have dared such a venture even in your most disturbed state of mind.

"Listen to me."

The soft strokes on your head sent shivers down the length of your spine. Blade wasn't the type to be verbally supportive - he was generally unaware of the impact his words could have. But what he was saying now... He had memorized Kafka's words that would normally free him from the shackles of insanity. He used this memorized words solely for your sake, unaware that they were more effective than any spirit whisper. You knew perfectly well that he was probably saying it more to reassure himself at that moment and not to seem weak in front of you, but the very fact of using them...

"Listen to me."

Your arms hug him back as your nose burrows into the curve between his neck and shoulder. Your eyes bleed tears, falling onto the dark fabric of Blade's coat and leaving wet stains behind, but neither you nor he cares.

"I'm here for you."

Because you have each other. And as long as it stays that way, machinations of two unhealthy minds aren't so terrible.

♡ ── ✦ ──『♡』── ✦ ── ♡

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