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“𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓈.”

Characters: Scar, Jiyan, & Aalto x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Kiss marks

Warnings fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒥𝒾𝓎𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

“Aren’t you looking handsome, dear general?”

You laugh a little taking the look of your dearest lover underneath you while you sit right on his waist, back against the bed and of course, his handsome face is covered in red lip stains.

You can’t help but laugh at this sight. The strong general of the midnight rangers right beneath you. His hands go to hips as you lean down to kiss him on the lips.

 Your hands go to his chest as the kiss deepens, the two of you being very intimate, his hand going to the back of your head, kissing for who knows how long, the only sound left is your panting. 

When you finally pulled away you looked so dazed.  Your hands run through his hair. He was breathing heavily too.  The red marks from your lipstick make him blush. You smile sweetly at him before kissing his forehead.

“A general and my lover.”

𝒜𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑜 "𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈"

“You’re such a pain, Aalto.”

You hated how he always persisted on things and how you always ended up agreeing when he asked over and over and over again. You might just lose your mind.

“You love me though.”

He grinned at you while you straddled his lap, your lipstick smushed and smudged on the side of my face and kiss marks smeared on his face, neck; and the rest of his body.

“Love marking me up as yours, don't you.”

“You asked for this, you freak.”

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, your chest against his.  “It’s what makes me feel so special~” He nuzzled your neck before pecking it lightly. his one hand moving to coil your cheek before taking his thumb, pressing your lip, and personally smearing your lipstick to your cheek.

“This lipstick is expensive.”

Gripping at the hair of the back of his head. “hey! it was already smeared and a mess from us kiss—“

“Shur your mouth.”

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇 "𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝓊𝓈"

“Aren’t you just a sweetheart, dear.” 

Scar mocks while his face is riddled with lipstick marks all over—yet he seems to be enjoying it all since your attention is like giving water to a man in the desert. His hands tightly around your waist while you’re straddling his lap—his tight hold pushed your chest against his—yet you didn’t seem bothered at all. 

“I know I Am.” You say blankly, twisting the lipstick barrel, gently applying your lips, pressing your lips together before making a “pop” sound, and putting the lipstick away.

“Why don’t you give me another mark? Right here.”

His hands go to his collar and pull it down a little, motioning you to kiss his tacet mark with that drunk look of his. You just can’t help but scoff at the sight. Your hand moves to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and pulling his head back to reveal more of his neck.

Going down to kiss his tacit mark, leaving a red lipstick mark—which causes him to groan.

Now everything of his belongs to you even his tacet mark.

POPS IN AND SHAKES YOU

BAMBI. you are the next one on my list to convert to a hsr / genshin papa enthusiast >:)

bambi…. do u have any thoughts abt hsr and genshin papas (twirling my hair as i type)

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HONAKI STAR RAIL MEN AS DADS — VARIOUS HSR.

ft. jing yuan, blade, dan heng, aventurine x fem! reader (separate)

content. literally so much fluff u can consider ssfw (super sfw), BUT is kinda suggestive, established relationship (marriage), dan heng’s part is slightly il dan heng, lots of mentions of pregnancy, parental au, somewhat a headcannon w little blurbs in between !!!!, lots & lots of kisses, pet names used for reader, not proofread

notes. IM SO SRRY IT TOOK THIS LONG; hopefully i cooked/redeemed myself w this 😞🙏 made a specially for @neuvistar — maryse !! i also made the writing smaller bc i don’t want it to look longer (srry if it’s hard to read :’)) i doubt myself w this idk if it’s even good (i cut off half of the characters i was gonna write bc i honestly idk 😾 & i did some of them dirty IM SORRY) </3 but i actually do have thoughts, but i hate when i have smt in mind & i js can’t seem to write it down SHAKES YOU IN FRUSTRATION

JING YUAN — is literally father and daddy coded you cannot persuade me that he isn’t (i will throw hands at you) he’s super sweet and gentle with you before and after your pregnancy, he’ll actually probably treat you the same after you get your children — although maybe he’ll be more patient. overall he’s on the chiller dad side. personally, jing yuan would naturally know how to handle his children even when they’re a few hours after birth. he would cradle them with so much care and gentleness like your baby is made of fragile glass. but what’s to expect? he has yanqing to deal with in the first place.

JING YUAN — would be the man to kiss your forehead multiple times during pregnancy, he’ll actually transform into a male wife, he’ll also go as far as canceling all of his meetings and not give a damn about each one, even if you tried telling him to; he’s stick by your side like super glue. he’s SO reassuring. it’s a shame fu xuan had to deal with a man like him, he’ll never focus properly even if he went to work. all he has on his mind is you and his soon-to-be little versions of you and him.

“take it easy, love. i’ll be right by your side if you need me.”

JING YUAN — who would and will have two daughters, he’s such a girl dad i can see it. i feel like he wouldn’t (??) have twins, just like one child at a time, a very supportive dad. he could easily cheer up his daughters anytime, like when they trip, fall, scrap their knee, need help on homework, need assistance on changing, and so much more.

JING YUAN — who takes naps with his daughters anywhere, anytime. his daughters definitely inherited their father’s love for sleep (and his lazy personality), they enjoy sleeping just like their sleep deprived father. you’ll as often walk in on the three sleeping together — the children wrapped in jing yuan’s warm, muscular arms. unfortunately, you go a long way just to wake up your husband, what makes you think waking up your husband and two more lazy children that have the same ego as their father help?

“mommyy… 5 mor’…”

“mhm, what she said… just 5 more minutes, darling… how about you join us..?

JING YUAN — spoils his daughters. he doesn’t spoil them too much, or else they’ll grow up to be greedy, so he’ll spoil them just a right amount that they know how to behave properly when receiving something thoughtful. he cherishes the moments he gets to spend with you and the children together — he occasionally schedules times so he can get home at a specific time to spend with his family. eating dinner, playing games, and just enjoying his family. on rare occasions, his girls will wake up early and even come to your’s and jing yuan’s bedroom to wake you two up in the morning! leading to a huge cuddle session and cute babbling from your mix of you and jing yuan.

BLADE — is quite the dad, actually. he obviously won’t show it, but he’s in between being extremely nervous and extremely excited on being a dad. he’s not sure if it’ll be worth the shot even being a father, due to all of the trauma and greif he’s had in his life. but after he met you, he’s started to diminish his need to disappear. additionally, you’ll be there to reassure him.

BLADE — is a very good father. like before, he’s nervous, but he has soft spot for you — which means he has an even softer spot for his own children. he’s a girl dad; one daughter and i can see it. he takes REAL good care of her when she’s just minutes out the womb. just the way blade’s eyes softened so much and his mouth slight gaped can tell how blade sees his beautiful daughter. the man to tuck his girl’s stray hairs out of her face and kiss her face afterwards.

“she looks just like me..”

BLADE — who's so gentle with his daughter. despite being a wanted criminal who fights with much skill and discipline, it’s a true surprise to see him so vulnerable while using his rough hands to softly cradle his daughter who’s ten times smaller than him. he’ll let his daughter play with his bangs and long luscious hair, even if he has to brush it all over again. he doesn’t give a single care about his hair, as long as his daughter gets her entertainment. he’ll let her slap his face, squish his cheeks, bump his nose, whatever (he probably wouldn’t let them all slide). on some days, when blade’s not running around and escaping from soldiers, he lets his daughter go ALL out on him. the two will definitely play — dress up, dolls, tea party’s, and much, much more (but it’s not like he can say no).

BLADE — who unfortunately “becomes” a pretty princess once his daughter gets to work. neon clips, silky ribbons, fake makeup, pink hair ties, jewelry, everything. and when you witness it, it’s more than difficult to hold in your laugh.

“blade!… blade?-”

“don’t.”

BLADE — is a pretty accurate protective father, but sometimes, it’s not even his protectiveness that’s acting. just a small glance or look from him can scare any boy from staying near or close your daughter. you remind him constantly to give his daughter some freedom, but what’s he gonna do if he’s doing nothing — but staring at the boy? it’ll take time for him to accept a guy that your daughter actually really likes and wants to be with, but don’t worry, blade will be “kind” enough to do it for his daughter. but don’t expect him to accept a man so easily (and the man to accept a dad-in-law so… scary), he’ll definitely have them take a “trial” on something to be able to be his daughter’s lover. heads up, if any guy hurts his daughter in any way, physically, mentally, or emotionally, they better count their days.

DAN HENG — is literally the sweetest dad to ever have, it’s tooth rottening. he’s like the entire package. he’ll make sure his children get a good education, live in a good environment, provide them with a decent life style, and hope they grow up to be amazing people (i’m crying rn). but before actually receiving you giving birth to your child, dan heng was the biggest nervous thing ever. he never thought to ever have a child of his own, and doubt how he’ll have to work it out. but you reassured him, and true to your words, he was.

DAN HENG — stays by your side almost all the time during your pregnancy. even when he had lots of trailblazing with the crew, he insisted to stay back to care for you and his future children. fortunately, he was allowed to by himeko and welt — unfortunately for march 7th and the trailblazer, they were missing a member to provoke. he can and will do everything and anything for you; the whole princess treatment. need water? right on top of your bed stand. need a pillow? he’s already rushing for a spare one. need something to eat? he’s already provided it (breakfast in bed guys). don’t forget the cuddles on the side, he’ll provide that anytime. his cuddles are literally so warm it warms up your body in the process, he’s like your personal heater. dan heng will definitely rub soothing circles on the belly — he knows it gets difficult to be a mother (not by experience guys get it out of your head), so he hopes all his acts of service helps you.

“shhh… take it easy love.”

DAN HENG — would have 2 children, a son and a daughter. unless it’s il dan heng, then that’s something else. i’d say the son is the oldest, although i don’t exactly 100% see it. there will be tears when he gets to see his very first child, holding them like it’s like his very last chance of living. he’ll immediately kiss your forehead after you’ve given birth to your and his’ child, promising to care for your son (and future daughter) ‘till the day he dies. he’ll also be by your side when your in the process of delivering your child. rubbing circles on your hands, lightly hushing and kissing you, intertwining hands, and saying the most supportive and loving words ever. and you maybe even cried during it because you can’t believe to have such an amazing husband like dan heng by your side (i’m crying again). additionally, the way his heart and eyes melted when you send him a small smile and slowly closed your eyes to rest.

DAN HENG — who like blade, would let his children play with his hair. sometimes, he’d transform into his vidyadhara and let his children play with his long hair; clipping clips, tying his hair, fashioning it, etc. i guess the son wouldn’t be so into that, but he’ll help his sister dress up their father. you melt whenever you happen to see your little toddlers play and try to chase after their father’s dragon tail. careful not to have them trip or fall, dan heng enjoys teaseing them and having them run after his tail — like a puppy, hoping that they manage to catch his tail and play atop it. i also can’t help but think of the thought dan heng would have his tail “turn” into a slide for his little children! they would just slide down and run back to their father for another round until they’re exhausted.

“hehe... again! again!”

“alright, you can slide some more, but then it’s gonna be your nap time.”

“ok, daddy!”

DAN HENG — who lovingly tucks his kids in their bed or crib when it’s their nap time, or it’s their bedtime. it’s such a heartwarming scene to witness, it could easily melt even the coldest of hearts. i think dan heng would sing them lullabies, but occasionally when he feels like it’s time for them understand the meanings of his songs. dan heng slightly blushes when he sees you in the doorway, flustering that you got to see how vulnerable he is, but that’s not a bother.

AVENTURINE — is one of the funnest and dedicated dads. he just loves his children so much, even if he has a side job, he always manages to make time for them and you. would definitely cry tears of joy and happiness when he receives them, stroking their small heads and holding them so tenderly. he loves you so much for giving him his children; he'd babble on forever about how you're such an amazing wife for working so hard for him and you, probable crying while saying all those heartwarming things. he's more than grateful to have his little children.

AVENTURINE — is such an AMAZING dad and supporter oh my goodness. he's so caring when you're a few months and/or weeks pregnant. maybe he becomes a male-wife (??), that's very visible in my brain. for awhile, he would take a break on going to the casino — to stay home and care for you. would easily decline any offer from any opponents that want to gamble. you would sometimes just wake up in the morning and hear his conversations to somebody about some business.

"no... im good... listen, for the last time, im not. please and thank you." hangs up.

"oh! mornin' babe. huh? — oh, its nothing, just some brat."

AVENTURINE — is a girl dad, but i feel like he would have one son and two daughters. he would love them all equally and take care of them so much; giving them a childhood he never managed to have. aventurine i guess i pretty known for being quite a guy, but his kids would be the sweetest ever — which he said was inherited by you. but just like their dad, they have another side (😈), they can be SO troublesome and little maniacs if they want to.

AVENTURINE — who gets tackled to the ground whenever he gets home from work by his children. it’s so cute and entertaining to see him get beaten to the ground by kids so much younger than him. they would just tackle his — grabbing his hat and coat and wearing them themselves ITS SO CUTE. additionally, i see aventurine taking the three bundles of joy to his gambling games and have them like sit on his lap and let them experience it. and also watching their dad ‘win’, is what he said. but after a couple weeks of their visits, aventurine eventually had to limit their visits because they kept exposing his cards; throwing them, playing with them, shouting out his cards, etc.

“daddy has only two more blue cards!”

“and one yellow!”

“oh! hehe… don’t shout out, love, it’s rude.”

AVENTURINE — who does the weirdest things with his kids. he would one hundred percent (sorry not sorry) dab up his son and teaches him the weirdest shit ever. like it’s kinda not surprising at all. he would also let his daughter play around with his necessary stuff. many of his other stuff needs to been hidden well, because you know, his kids are pretty curious.

minors / ageless/ blank blogs dni

I have this very, very specific domestic/smutty hc regarding toji (late 30s-early 40s) and reader (late 20's-early 30s) in which his sex drive is lower than yours:

he knows that he can't keep up with you in the bedroom. the man gives it his all when he fucks you - you are practically on the fence of passing out from how many orgasms he draws out of you. but it takes him a while to get that motor back up and running afterward. sure, he'll give you a helping hand sometimes, but he doesn't have sex as often as he used to nor is he in the mood for it either. you've both had conversations about it, and you've been together long enough to understand the other person's needs.

but, but - this specific idea just sits in my head because he thinks it's extremely hot that he can hear you in your shared bedroom, door slightly ajar whenever you're masturbating. hear you whimper, moan and whine loudly. the buzz of your sex toys or the bed creaking with however which way you choose to pleasure yourself. the sound of your favorite porn videos in the background. your lewd behavior on full display to the man you trust the most.

you can barely walk when you stumble out. his shirt unevenly buttoned and concealing your naked body as you try to lead your trembling legs towards him while he's in the living room watching tv. he welcomes you with open arms as you crawl onto his lap.

the smell of sex clings to your skin like the sweetest perfume. he kisses your cheek, a devilish grin on his face as he takes you in. "out of your system?" he asks smugly, and you nod your head a little breathless as you wrap your arms around his neck.

sometimes you'll make a demand - ask him to use one of your toys or replicate something you watched in a porn video. he just chuckles and kisses the top of your head. says he'll take note for next time.

"had fun?" he asks as he switches the channel, "need me to get you any water?"

you hum out a no, your eyes falling heavy as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

he may not be able to keep up with pleasing you in the physical sense, but that man is always there for the aftercare regardless of the circumstances.

bonus: it also makes his ego FLARE when he hears you moaning out his name over and over and over again...

⭒ 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑼𝑷 𝑺𝑬𝑿, minors do not interact

fem reader x sunday, aventurine, jing yuan, boothill + blade ( separate ) ; arguments. angst if you squint. apologies. controlling tendencies in sunday’s. petnames used; my dear - sweetheart - my angel - darlin’. reasoning for argument explained in each charas hc. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ SUNDAY

you were sure it was something that sunday never meant deliberately, but instead it came naturally with his more… protective personality traits. he was a worrier and maybe he was just more unaware that it came across to be controlling; the people you interacted with, your freedom to roam around penacony unaccompanied… he was always watching.

he’d also echo that “it is for your own benefit, my dear. i must ensure your safety, that is my sworn duty afterall, is it not?”

and it’s true, you were not ignorant to the fact that as oak family head sunday may have enemies, even enemies of the family themselves could use you as a means of leverage over him but that didn’t make it any less… suffocating.

but he always had his own effective ways of luring you back to him, to comfort you within his own means.

which is why it’s almost cruel the way sunday’s letting his cock rest inside of your pussy, deliberately not moving as he watches you twitch with need — desperate for him to do anything except look down at you with that same oh so patient expression he’s wearing now. it’s like he’s unknowingly trying to wear down your resolve by taking his time admiring your expressions, trying to listen to your reasoning when you’re babbling on the end of his cock, begging for friction was not an easy task.

nonetheless, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to seeing that (still beautiful) little frown, especially when it’s directed at him.

“now now, my dear. there is no need to fuss.. you know i simply can’t stand when you are upset with me.” the tone of sunday’s voice feels like it drips through you, it’s almost condescending but there’s a gentle, loving undertone that feels familiar for you when it curls down your spine, feeling like it ignites something inside of you.

he’s sure to lean in to smear a kiss along your temple before he continues, he knows how much you like when he does that. “do you remember what i told you? everything i do is with your best intentions at heart, or do you feel that is otherwise not the case?” you feel a pang in your own chest at his words, like he’s appealing to that adoring part of you that he values so much, coaxing it back to him with a barely moving stutter of his hips that isn’t much; but with how he’s holding out on you it makes you twitch.

and sunday softens as he watches you, before he continues.

“although i know you would never tell me my means of showing my adoration for you could be considered too.. overbearing, would you? or am i wrong for thinking as such?”

you‘re shaking your head quickly before sunday can even finish his sentence with a question, responding with something that’s a little whispery and choked off, “i know, i wouldn’t.” you hiccup and the man over you coos—feathers shuddering at the sweet sound. “i’m sorry, just.. please, just fuck me!”

oh—he loves you like this, pliant and pretty beneath him and you’re all his, so he decides that he’ll reward you with a few teasing thrusts as your tight cunt squeezes down around him at the sudden friction you’ve been craving. “there is no need to apologise my dear, unless you have done something that requires repentance?” he’s closer this time when he leans over you — brushing his nose along your jawline as he inhales the familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his own scent, making something carnal boil in his stomach.

your fingers and toes curl tight, so driven by your own yearning for bliss, but you still find it in yourself to shake your head at the question, and sunday chuckles.

“heh, it is as i thought. i simply do not want to put you in a position where you may be taken from me.” his teeth nip softly at your jawline as you lean into him, lifting your otherwise bleary gaze to meet his own all-consuming one as he smiles, kindhearted despite the way he’s making your lungs and insides quake. “you are aware of your importance to me, are you not? or must i remind you by… other means, hm?”

your lips part, almost quietly—wordlessly until he offers you another thrust and the pleasure it plants to bloom makes you arch as you manage out a strangled, soft little please! anything, i just need you! as you lashes flutter.

your answer pulls a groan from sunday nonetheless, it’s a sweet sound that makes your insides curl and ache when it’s followed up with another languid roll of his hips — deliberately pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you that has your lips parting to moan his name.

“very well, my angel. then allow me to extend my most sincere apologies to you.” as much as sunday’s words may feel otherwise insincere, you know that he would never ignore your comfort despite his own anxieties. so he’ll simply ask your accompanying guards to keep a more casual distance next time they escort you around penacony, maybe then you would feel less trapped.

like the door to the birds cage has been propped open just enough for them to explore the locked room the cage otherwise resides in, he’s simply expanding your territory is all.

he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs with how intoxicating you look beneath him as he ready’s himself to begin a pace. but you feel his fingers tighten around your jaw before he’s forcing your gaze to meet his with the next deep push of his cock into your cunt.

“fret not, i will ensure your satisfaction with this outcome, it is my utmost priority afterall.”

⭒ AVENTURINE

you and aventurine rarely argued… but there was a particularly noticeable strain whenever a certain topic seemed to emerge in your relationship. notably so, whenever he seemed to have little to no regard for his own life, using it as a bargaining chip or a means to acquire intel.

he seen no value in himself and given who he was—where he came from, he served to gain a lot more than he had to lose. high risk, high rewards was something that he frequently lived by but what he never really considered was how that made you feel when he opted to risk dying by that same motto. he always had a way of talking himself out of the topic of conversation but it never squashed it no matter how good he was at it, so you’re hellbent on making him hear you now as you grind yourself down onto his cock.

aventurine looks up at you from where his head is resting back into the pillows on his bed, hair mused as he digs it back beneath him and the grin on his pretty features almost seems misplaced given the situation.. the topic.

“hey now, is it really something to get upset about? if all that’s at risk is my neck, what’s the loss? especially when i stand to gain so much.” he drawls in that same saccharine tone that he always used with you. you’re resting above him, thighs straddling his hips as you press the shaft of his pretty cock between your folds, rubbing your slick along the length of him. but you still can’t quite ignore the heavy weight in your chest despite the lust that licks at your spine.

“you have other means to gamble with; money, information..” your words are a soft mule when aventurine deliberately meets the next roll of your hips with one of his own, like he’s coaxing you to drop the topic despite the way you stubbornly refuse to.

that’s exactly why you’re not letting him have as much of you as he wants until you know your words are reaching him. but before you can continue listing the long list of other means your lover has at his disposal, he snorts beneath you.

“please, even the ipc are aware of my disposability and what’s more tempting than a game with high stakes? having no surviving family members only lessens the draw back—anyway, i emerged victorious so it was a worthwhile bet.” you find it to be quite fascinating how aventurine treats himself with so little regard. he truly seen himself as a pawn, as something that would be forgotten about completely if one of his deals fall through and he pays for it with his life.

instead of the person he truly is.. the one he deserves to live to be, and it makes you ache terribly.

“but if you lose, what happens to me?” you whisper and keen, peering at him from where he’s gazing up at you and his thighs quiver beneath you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. “your possessions are nothing to me but trinkets unless you’re there to accompany them.”

“oh? i don’t think i quite understand what you mean.” the feeling of your body against aventurine’s is truly captivating, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh.

“i don’t want to lose you, don’t you see that’s why i’m upset. i’d cry for you.. mourn you.” you lean and settle down above him as you take his cheeks in your palms and for the first time since this exchange started, his smile drops.

aventurine looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotions—all while he’s mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him. he feels you begin to press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips.

it’s an almost vulnerable sound, like you’ve just taken your heart in his hands—he wonders if you’d be as mad as you are now if he offered his life up to you instead, he trusts you’d treat it well.. he knows you wouldn’t ask for anything in return either.

aventurine swallows once before he returns to his usual demeanour and you feel his fingertips squeeze into your skin before he’s twisting his neck to meet the next press of your lips with his own. its softer than the kisses you’ve shared before and it makes you feel terribly warm, looking up to realise that he’s already gazing at you when you pull away to continue with another sinful roll of your hips.

he chuckles, “well it seems… i have a little more to lose than i thought, hah. however will i repay you, i wonder?”

“just be careful, please?” as he expected, its a soft request—you don’t ask much from him but just to be, and he finds himself gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him. aventurine suddenly feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock and suddenly he realises the weight of everything he truly has to lose.

“oh, you can count on that, although i don’t think that’s an equal deal and im all about playing fair…”

he takes another greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock before he draws himself back completely and he huffs when he gives you a teasing look from beneath you, “so how about i start here, instead?” he drawls, as you finally feels the head of his cock press against the entrance to your sweet pussy and you gasp as he pushes into you, slowly and gently.

⭒ JING YUAN

it’s not that you’re notably upset about jing yuan’s responsibilities or his lacking presence considering how busy he would get at work. it would be silly for you to be ignorant to how busy he was as general of the luofu, so it was never something you notably brought up to him. ofcourse, you missed him—but it was an emotion you kept to yourself, not overwhelming enough to risk an argument over.

but, your lover still finds it vital for him to makeup his absence to you in a way that reminds you of how much he adores you… just incase you’ve forgotten while he’s been gone. it’s like he is immediately aware of the yearning residing inside of you without it ever being spoken out loud, irritatingly so when he seems to be wearing that same smug grin on his lips as he does.

“come now, my dear. i didn’t realise you’d become so sensitive in my absence.” jing yuan breathes, a teasing undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, and his hands massage your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around his thick cock.

every stroke feels like an apology, every press against the sweet nerves inside of you making you keen. it was almost insufferable how well he was able to fill you up, your walls trembling around the thick spread of him only after a few days apart—you’re already struggling to stave off your orgasm but it’s more to prove a point rather than anything else.

jing yuan only seems to feed on your reactions like this though, despite how eager you are to always welcome him home—he still finds it an essential feat for him to apologise for your time apart anyway. although he would much rather hear how much you’ve missed him while he’s been gone, so he continues “well it would be rude of me to not tend to your needs, wouldn’t you agree? you needn’t have to ask.”

he noses against your cheek as he presses you beneath him, it’s just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you smugly. there’s a familiar gleam in his gaze when you lift your own to meet it,

“stop doing that,” you gasp, strained and choked because despite your reluctance to admit it.. you did feel much more sensitive after a few days away from him. but maybe it was the idea of jing yuan making it up to you when he returned home that had you staving off dealing with your own creeping needs—although you’d rather he not know that.

not when he’s already teasing you enough as is,

“and what may that be? i am simply seeing to my most important duties, there’s no need to make a fuss.” the general over you hisses when he feels your pussy flex around his heavy cock at his words, like it’s a little payback for how he’s handing you right now. you manage to mumble something ineligible back—something that has a chuckle falling from jing yuan’s lips when he begins a steady pace because he thinks it’s as sweet as ever.

and you pout as he looks over you, although overcome with the pleasure he gives you regardless. “i feel like you’re teasing me. what’s your p-plan?”

“hm? was it not obvious that i missed you just as much as you have missed me?” his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek as his cock twitches when you look up at him again.

you feel so good, you can barely find it in yourself to be anything other than grateful at how well he treats you.. even if he is insufferably teasing when he wants to be.

but still, you try just to wipe that grin off of his face— “i didn’t say that! you’ve just been busy with work… who said i missed you?” you grumble, teasing him as you find yourself suddenly turning away to avoid his lazy, lidded gaze and he chuckles before offering you a particularly sharp thrust.

it’s enough to make you have to grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over you—his hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face.

he looks almost a little too smug at the pleasure he knows hes giving you, yet… you can’t help but crumble.

“oh? but i have reason to believe otherwise, my dear.” he rocks his huge body into yours again, and you know what he’s referring to when your pussy squeezes around him in that ever so tight, saccharine grip that only seems to beg him for even more, and he lifts a brow at you as you prove his point. “so allow me to apologise for not returning to you sooner.”

you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter, he had a job to do afterall… he simply couldn’t have you mad at him, even if it’s only an excuse for him to spoil you.

“i will make it up to you as many times as you please.”

⭒ BOOTHILL

boothill has a bad habit, mostly due to his past experiences and the things that have been… taken from him. but he was a runner; although it was never meant to hurt your feelings, it was more the fear of having something so close that the sudden idea of it him losing it once more made him seize up, it drove him away and he knows it’s selfish.

but he couldn’t lose you, so he ran—took on a job that took him from you for a good few weeks when he left without a word and even the thought of that sweet expression on your face crumbling made the space in his chest that was once occupied still ache. but because he still wants to be with you, he always seems to come back—it’s like he’s hoping he’ll return to you and you’ll kick him to the curb and tell him to get lost, for your sake.

but you never do, even despite the pout on your features and the cloudy look in your gaze when you blink up at boothill standing in your doorway, you don’t tell him to leave. there’s an apologetic, charming grin on his features but you can tell there’s a longing wrapped up beneath there too.. regret, or maybe that’s just what you’re hoping for.

“come on, darlin’ can’t stand when y’re all mad at me like this. ain’t movin’ ‘til ya talk to me.” he sighs from where he’s got you pressed in his lap.

you’re arching your back to press your chest closer to the cool metallic touch of boothill’s and your cunt flexes around his mechanical cock when it only serves to push him deeper. you’d think given his absence and the fact he’s the reason you’re mad in the first place, that he’d be more than happy to make it up to you. but instead—he’s halting your movements and almost torturing you as he holds you still against him, refusing to give you the pleasure you’ve been missing out on since he left… not until you atleast look at him again.

“you left me, w-what do you expect?” your voice is strained, hurt and it makes the galaxy ranger beneath you hiss like it stings him. it’s not as familiar as the soft tone thats usually reserved for him is and he can’t help but find himself yearning for that same sultry drawl once more as he gives you a tired, regretful look.

“awh, fudge. ya know i never wanna leave ya, sweetheart. ‘ts complicated is all.” boothill’s jaw clenches as you watch him sink back into the chair he’s hauled up on in your living room—tipping his hat off of his head to cast it aside with his next sigh so he can really look at you as his other hand continues to sink into your hips.

he knows you’re not gonna let him off easy with this one and… he can’t really blame you either.

“then why can’t you atleast tell me, instead of just u-up and leaving.. just like that! what if something happened to you?” your voice hiccups slightly as you readjust yourself on his lap, and it’s like boothill can feel all the pain he’s brought to you despite his absence.

he grits his teeth as he meets your gaze, “ain’t nobody gon’ take me from ya, that’s for sure. they’ll sooner be eatin’ bullets, so ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that.” his voice is low and smooth—as self assured as always and the tone has your back curling when he leans in closer as if to emphasis it. there’s something intimate in the way the movement makes his hips roll against yours and your body feels so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. “listen here, i know i fudged up real bad but cmon, ya really gon’ make me beg?”

“nobody took you from me because you left, it was you.” boothill picks up on the way your voice shakes and its scarily instantaneous the way his fingertips reach out to brush against your cheek, to comfort you, as you lean into the familiar cold metal press of his palm. “do you know how that felt?”

“i do, cause i sure am feelin’ somethin’ right now, sweetheart.” his words reply quietly, but the small little call of his voice urges you to blink up at him again and for the first time, you smile. he knows you’ve got a lot more unpacking to do, but for now—he hopes you’ll atleast let him offer you this until you both have a real talk about it.

boothill’s free hand smoothes along the shape of your hips as he appreciates every part of you—basking in the way your soft skin squishes beneath his movements and he huffs out a laugh before he offers you his first, real thrust. its slow and languid and nowhere near enough, but he still can’t help but feel completely enamoured by the way your lips part to gasp because you’re still as beautiful as the day he left you.

“shhhh, there we go, a bet that feels much better for ya, don’t it? i sure got a lot of makin’ up to do, i bet. so, ya gon’ give me a chance to make it up to ya?” he hums before thrusting into you again and you hold onto him with the next, hands pressing against the machinery in his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he lets his hand leave your cheek to join the other on your hips this time as he begins a pace, a little rougher and full of want as the sound of your skin slapping against him echos and he pulls you into him more.

you’re closer now, lips almost pressed to boothill’s ear and he can hear every pretty whine that falls from between them as he ruts up into you. but “i just want you to talk to me.” catches him off guard and he turns to look at you when he hears it.

his cock is still smoothing along all of your sweet spots effortlessly but there’s a sudden softness to the way his lips quickly press against yours when you catch his gaze. its a contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you—this is gentle, feeling his cold fingers smooth along the side of your cheek again before he pulls away just as quickly, and he offers you one of his usual smirks when he looks at you this time.

“yer real stubborn for somethin’ so fudgin’ sweet, ain’t ya, darlin’? but alright—alls well, no harm done, i ain’t leavin’ ya again anytime soon.” boothill offers you the reassurance under his breath and as much as you want to accept it as enough—you both know it’s going to take time. but he’s willing to work and that is something that you are sure of as you feel a familiar rush of warmth in your veins, letting yourself completely give in to him as lets you use him for your own pleasure.

he chuckles,

“we can get into this later, right now—how about ya show me what i’ve been missin’?”

⭒ BLADE

it was just the sort of person blade was truly, you’d tried so hard to convince yourself of that—that he wasn’t exactly a man who would give anyone he didn’t truly enjoy the presence of the time of day. but you couldn’t help the pang for your anxieties, the insecurities knowing that your relationship didn’t resemble much of the usual one.

there was rarely any affection from the otherwise cold stellaron hunter and although you never expected him to be the type to kiss you in a crowd or confess his love to you in company, sometimes you just needed some simple reassurance that… he really did want a relationship with you like he said he did, albeit in very short words.

but, blade has his own ways of trying to get his point across.

which is why his dark hair is already mused from your hands and you’ve both left a trail of clothes in your wake no doubt that lead to where he resides for now. he’d caught you off guard when he’d came to you, kissing you hard before you’ve both ended up where you are—with the weight of his hips leaning against yours and his fingers groping almost too tight into your skin.

but the thing that surprises you the most, is when blade follows up one of his particularly sharp, rough thrusts with a kiss that’s so gentle it almost seems misplaced amongst his otherwise sharp exterior. although, you can’t help but find yourself arching into the soft touch, closer—especially when it’s followed by another deep kiss of his cock and another smeared kiss as his large hands bruise into your skin.

“why are you being so affectionate suddenly?” part of you didn’t want to ask—almost deciding to just live selectively ignorant and bask in the rare affection that your lover was giving you. but it seemed… off, and as much as you desired more from him, you would never force him into a place of discomfort due to your own selfish gain.

but, even with your question—blade gives you another, albeit shorter kiss before he answers, gruff and low. “why? is this not what you desired?” his words a hum, although you barely pick up on them from where he’s grinding into your pussy.

his answer makes something warm seem to rattle beneath your skin because, he truly was doing this for you but still, you can’t help but find yourself thinking whether he really wants to or if it’s just something he seems to think is a requirement. although its selfish, you can’t help but find yourself wanting to bask in it—even just for a short while, because his cock reaches so deep it has your toes curling and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like this new side of him, even if it was an act.

but because you value blade more than that, you find it in yourself to pry. “you don’t have to force yourself to be affectionate i-if.. if you don’t want to be.” your lashes flutter as you speak, and you meet his hips with your own everytime he rocks forward.

but still, the press of his lips and squeeze of his hands on you doesn’t cease. instead, he only seems to offer you a dissatisfied sort of growl at your statement before he slows his pace, albeit only slightly as you still jolt beneath him with every wet connection.

“i told you before. i do not do things that i myself find unnecessary, this is simply the opposite.” blade pushes his cock up against something sensitive inside of you as he speaks, and any anxieties you had about his sudden affectionate tendencies melt with his next quick thrust — leaving you breathless, mindless as he forces his cock deeper into your pussy with the next smear of his lips along your cheek.

“now, as i asked prior, will it do?” he hisses this time, his words are a little sharper with the way you’re squeezing tight around him but when it’s followed by the gentleness in which he kisses along your features before nibbling at your jaw, you don’t even notice.

instead you can’t help but yearn to have blade closer so you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders before you’re arching into him, leaning into every press of his mouth until you’re turning to meet the next with your own.

“whatever you can give is fine.”

“i hope to provide you with whatever you seek is all. but, very well..” so he kisses you, unbashfully rough and full of teeth as he fucks into you ruthlessly, but this one seems to warm you a little more than the rest do with his next words, “as i please then.”

Honkai: Star Rail | Mysterious Notebook that Pom-Pom Picked Up

from the gaps

── ♡ BLADE

❝ you'll admire him from this distance, even if he doesn't care. even if he doesn't want you to. ❞

for @prtgasluv ♡

Blade is the only man you know who can sit at a luxurious bar lounge with heavy shoulders and crossed arms.

From where you sat on plush red seats, painted under romantic golden hues, you can see the clench of his jaw and the tenseness of his muscles under his formal suit. This is not your first infiltration mission, having become your area of expertise over the years as a Stellaron Hunter. However, it’s your first time being ordered to bar any disguises. The reasoning behind Elio’s scripts hardly makes sense in the present moment, but they always fall into place later. Hence, you coincide when you were informed to discard your usual espionage tools in favour of fancy dressing and minimal makeup. You were grateful for Blade’s presence, at the very least. In case of events going south, he was your safety net in escape.

It is after observing the party attendees that it dawns on you why Elio didn’t insist on any drastic costumes. It is a small-scale event by sponsors of the IPC’s newest project. Sheltered, adult children of esteemed figures who were clouded in a drunken haze and completely unaware of the infamous faces attached to wanted posters on the streets. The scenario is a goldmine for you.

Beside you, you notice Balde’s vermillion gaze fall on the side of your head, and while the neutral frown on his face doesn’t fall, you know from his hardened stare that he is questioning your inactivity. You lean closer to his side when a pair of businessmen pass by you, and you stretch forward to speak in a hushed tone.

“Sorry,” You say, “I just needed some time to look at what I’m working with.”

The most crucial and taxing part of your line of work is observation. Their behaviours, their clothing, and what drinks they hold in their hand for the night are all essential to the personal profile you build of them. It’s how you’re clued in on what angle to approach them from. As you scan the room, your eyes land on a man. He wore a white suit, flashy and not entirely appropriate in the sea of black and blues. He has a small crowd formed around him, and you don’t find yourself surprised. Despite his… overwhelming confidence, he had a charming face and his smile was kind as he seemingly preached to his mini-entourage. With how animated his movements are, you can gauge that likes the sound of his own voice, and that finalises your decision.

“I’ll be back,” Is all you whisper to Blade, who merely raises a brow in response. You pick at any invisible dust from your outfit, before sauntering over in the direction of the mystery man. He doesn’t notice you at first, which works to your benefit as you manage to fit yourself into the group of people passionately listening to what he says. He seemed to be recounting a recent journey to the Edo Star, describing his experience with dramatic pauses as those listening in “oohed” and “aahed”. It’s a bit obnoxious, but you won’t deny the charm he has. He seemed to be a vivacious and humourful person, a rarity amongst a crowd so used to stifling formalities. Handsome to boot too. Yet, your type seemed to align with the exact opposite.

Unconsciously, your turn to spare a glance at Blade, only to find him missing from where you last were. You feel something uncomfortable swirl in the pits of your stomach, but you force your worry away. Blade is a grown man, who can move around whenever he wants. If you both were in danger, he wouldn’t have left without you. You force your attention back to your target ahead. His story seemed to be reaching its conclusion, and you make sure to make the occasional noise in surprise and amazement, louder than the rest of the crowd. You had to grab his interest before he could continue on another story. He finishes off with flair, sending the audience into chatter and comments. It’s your cue.

“What a time you’ve had. I’ve been to Edo Star as well,” You almost shove your way past the front line of people, hands exaggeratedly clasped together. At your words, bluebell eyes meet yours and a pleased smile dons his face.

“Have you, now? It’s such a beautiful place. I almost regret not being born there,” He takes the bait, inciting conversation and you ignore the stares at your back as you move forward. Limiting the physical distance will make the conversation seem one-on-one, drawing away the attention of prying ears. Over the years of studying human behaviour, one thing that remains factual is that humans power on such instinctive little behaviours. Nobody would even realise what you’re trying to achieve here.

“I feel the same way. Of course, I love my hometown but Edo Star can’t be beat when it comes to its ballads.”

“Absolutely! Have you perhaps heard of the classic Idle Sun?”

You nod enthusiastically to his quips, batting your eyes at him as you watch his ego practically inflate under your attention. It’s not long before the conversation has drifted from Edo Star, and the lounge. You manage to move him to the bar counter, and you bite back your smile when you see his drinks pouring in while he broaches on his line of work. You later learn his name is Bartholomew, and his father runs a global business that functions in close relations with the IPC.

“My father,” His words begin to slur, “Keeps hiding his work from me. Even though I’m the heir to our company, he doesn’t allow me to attend any of the meetings. How can he expect me to take over if I do not know the business!”

You sympathetically nod along, dropping a comment about how unfair the situation is to him. He perks up at your affirmation, continuing as his voice picks up a pitch.

“Well, he doesn’t know that I eavesdropped on his last meeting with the IPC,” His voice drops to a hushed whisper and you have to reel in your excitement as you lean closer to hear, your elbow grazing his. He opens his mouth, but immediately closes it and that’s when you notice that he’s not looking at you, but past your shoulder. Confused, you turn only to find Blade standing a few feet away. His arms are crossed in his usual position, and his jaw is set.

Blade is not a man made to be understood, but you like to believe that your doomed affection for him helps you pick up on his subtle behaviours. While all seems normal, he is missing his usual blank stare. His ruby eyes, normally dulled, have a gleam to them that you can’t decipher. Beside you, the young man purses his lips.

“Do you know him?” He asks you and you aren’t sure who you are more annoyed at; Blade for unabashedly blowing your cover, or your target who is still painfully observant despite the amount of drinks on him. Before you can conjure up an excuse, a melody breaks the tense atmosphere and the room is caught up by the orchestra stationed at centre stage.

“Oh, a dance,” You point out with a weak laugh. There is a pregnant pause before Bartholomew extends his hand. With a second’s worth of apprehension and a distracted glance at Blade, you take his offer and allow yourself to be pulled into the consonance of the music. Maybe after this dance, you can still recover your chances of sleuthing more information from him later. Thus, you tolerate his hand in yours as you disinterestedly sway to his movement. Thankfully, your dance partner hasn’t picked up on your ambivalence, his attention diverting from you to the orchestra and to another pretty lady at the lounge. If this had been a real date, you would have abandoned the ship by now.

There is a sudden shift Bartholomew freezes as if he had been shocked. At his sudden jerk, you almost trip on your feet, but recover only to find Blade behind him, a heavy hand on his shoulder and a look of deep disinterest marring his features.

"I believe it’s my dance,” Simple words are matched with a frosty tone, and you’ve only heard Blade speak like this to his adversaries. Bartholomew’s face goes pale before his cheeks flush a tinge of pink, as if caught in a compromising position.

“M-my apologies,” He stammers, unlike his usual demeanour, “I hadn’t realised you were already courted.”

What?

Before you can recover from your surprise, Bartholomew has already rushed away from the dance floor, successfully making his escape through the sea of bodies. You watch his disappearing back with wide eyes before you sharply turn to Blade who looks on as if he’s completely uninvolved from the scene.

“What the hell was that?” You splutter indignantly, but further complaints die at your throat when he takes your hand, pulling you close to him as his other falls on your lower back. You think you stopped breathing when he leans in close, his nose almost grazing your neck as he harshly mutters in your ear.

“Silence. You are drawing attention,” In this position, an outsider would think it’s a passionate embrace between two lovers. In reality, you feel like ice has been poured on you from the suddenness of it all. What reason would he have interfering with your mission, ones you’ve been doing almost your entire life? A hopeless part of you entertains the idea that perhaps there is a deeper meaning to Blade’s sudden intervention. That his stalking around, that his glare, that his distaste towards Bartholomew could have been jealousy. It felt like a small spark of hope, but your focus landed on the new presence of a guard and commander in the room, wandering around the lounge and speaking to different people. Blade didn’t intervene because he was jealous. He was attempting to warn you. You felt so small and insignificant in his arms.

“We have to get out before they reach here,” You hiss, refusing to meet his eyes in case he notices the tremble of your lower lip. He doesn’t respond and you let the gears in your head turn as you subtly look around the room. You spy an elevator a little ways away, the path leading towards it wide-open. It’d be an effective, temporary escape, but the guards on patrol would notice conspicuous people attempting to leave the lower floor. You survey the mass of people around you, finding that if you manage to sneak behind the orchestra, you’d have enough time to be securely inside the elevator before anyone can make chase of the both of you. You repeat your plan to him in a low voice, and he only grumbles in agreement. Suddenly, Blade drifts you closer to the centre of the floor, and you're caught up in the surprise that he knows how to dance. His movements are fluid, almost like second nature and it serves as another reminder that you don’t really know Blade, and there is an abyss that makes up the distance between the both of you. However, you refuse to let your heart be broken in the middle of a critical moment, and you attempt to follow his speed as he cooly weaves between drunken adults.

Just as you inch closer to your agreed escape point, you are suddenly tripped, and you cannot conceal your yelp when you feel Blade’s hand on your back shift to hug around your waist, your upper half tilted closer to the ground. That’s when you realise Blade dipped you, and you only stare up at him incredulously while he rewards you with blank eyes. The longer strands of his hair graze your face and you think if you could reach up just a little more, lips can touch. It feels so intimate, and you can’t understand the pit in your stomach that wanted you to pull him closer, and shove him away. You banish the thought quickly when he finally lifts you back in your standing position and that’s when you take note of the guard who had been eyeing you suspiciously. He must have found it odd that you and Blade were moving around so much and so quickly. Another near save.

You hadn’t realised you’d been gripping Blade’s arm until he shrugs and you sheepishly let go with a mindless apology, but he pays you no mind. With the guard gone, your exit is wide and clear and that’s all it takes for you both to step over, before breaking into a run. You almost crash into the back wall of the elevator while Blade swiftly presses the doors shut, shunning the yells of “It’s them!” and the shocked gasps of the audience. However, by the time they catch the next cart up, you and he would have long since disappeared into the night.

“Such an annoying night,” You begin, breaking the terse silence of the quiet ride up, “All of that and I didn’t get any valuable intel.”

Blade has his back to you, not a word uttered from him and you wonder if he’s even listening to your complaints until he speaks.

“I found all the needed information,” He states simply and you wonder just how many surprises he has in store for you tonight.

“You… do?” You question, suspect. You try to imagine the sight of him wandering around and socialising with people, merrily.

“There was a girl, and she spoke of it. I was passing by,” He keeps his version of events curt, and you sigh in relief that the mission did go as planned, just at the expense of your wasted effort. Your mind wanders to the dance, and the feeling of his strong arms around you. How for that split second, you could his every eyelash and see the colour of his lips. You hide the shaking of your hand behind your back, releasing a puff of air. The bell chimes and the elevator doors slide open, and you both begin swiftly traversing through the empty floor before security has time to catch up.

“Say,” You begin, huffing through the exertion. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

He does not lose his momentum, but there is a long pause. You’ve come to realise that Blade is someone who likes to take his time before he speaks, thinking carefully over the sparing words he uses. Now, however, the stretch is too long and you begin to worry you have poached a forbidden subject. The syllables of his name leave your lips in concern and he finally replies shortly.

“From someone, a long time ago,” From where you were, you could see his jaw clench and shoulders tighten. “It is not worth remembering.”

You don’t push the conversation further, silently following after Blade with your matching footsteps echoing through the halls. You watch his skin catch the glint of the moonlight from an open window, and you can’t help but think he almost looks like he’s made of porcelain under the shine of the night. Such an odd descriptor for a hardened man like him, but sometimes you feel as if it were possible. That one day if he’s pushed far enough, he too will break. For now, while he is still intact, you admire his beauty and ignore the wild thumping of your heart. You will take what you can from him, even from this distance.