premise: after a bad encounter with a witch, anyone you date is cursed to become obsessed with you. as you search for this witch, you’re forced to deal with the consequences of your own actions. however, that proves to be difficult when they just can’t get enough of you.
(yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (modern au)
continuation of "when every man you date becomes obsessed with you" but is capable of being a standalone read
nsfw, dark content minors dni
"from now on, any man you date will forever be enamored with your very being."
you launch out of bed in a cold sweat. it takes you a moment to come back to reality and remind yourself where you are and that you are safe. for now.
you’d spent the better part of a week chasing down that witch. you’d spent countless hours lingering at the same street you first saw her, hoping you’d see her again. but even when you asked the neighboring shopkeepers, nothing came up. it was as if she never existed.
but you know she’s real because things just keep getting worse.
the breaking point comes on a random saturday morning when dan heng shows up at your door. of course, you’re not reckless enough to open the door without checking through the peephole first. however, you almost let out a gasp when you find that he’s trying to peep back.
you cover your mouth, hoping that if you’re quiet enough, he’ll leave.
he doesn’t.
“i know you’re in there.”
you feel sick to your stomach. you had some experiences with pesky exes, but none of them ever showed up at your door like this.
“what…what do you want.” your voice isn’t as stable as you’d hoped, but it’s loud enough for him to hear you.
“can we talk?”
“we can talk like this just fine.”
“i meant face to face.”
“no, i think i’m good right here. see? i can even hear you sighing through the door.”
“...please.”
the two of you stand at an impasse for what feels like forever. you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place: either you open the door and talk to him or you just let him stand outside your door forever. however, you know that dan heng is too rational to try something and you know that dan heng is too persistent to give up until you open that door.
so you open the door.
dan heng smiles immediately. it’s soft and hasn’t changed since you two dated—
“whoa!”
you raise the knife the moment he comes an inch closer. “try anything, and i’ll cut you.”
although you had once dated, you know that dan heng’s different now. he might’ve been rational then, but you don’t know about now. of course you wouldn’t open the door empty-handed.
he raises his hands in surrender. “i just want to talk.”
“what do you want?”
“i just miss you. i know that i scared you a little bit back when we first met each other again, and i admit i got a little ahead of myself, but i genuinely mean it when i said i wanted us to start over.”
you move the knife a little closer, squinting your eyes. “and?”
“you never answered me back then.”
“well, the answer is no.”
“can’t you at least think about it?”
you put a finger on your chin, looking as if you’re really thinking about it. one second passes.
“okay, i’ve thought about it. still no.”
your words cut dan heng sharper than your knife. he looks down at his feet, dejected, which astounds you. you’d never seen him this emotional, not even when you broke up with him.
“i know i was a shitty boyfriend. half the time you didn’t even know how i really felt about you and that’s my fault. i’m sorry i scared you, this isn’t like me at all. but, i don’t know, when i saw you again, i felt as if i had to at least try.”
dan heng reaches out a hand to caress your cheek. his touch is soft and careful and full of adoration. the old you would’ve gotten flustered, not used to this sudden initiation of affection. but now it just makes you sick to your stomach.
you jerk your knife towards him but he just as quickly pulls away.
“i love you,” he whispers softly.
you shut the door in his face.
“i just don’t know what to do anymore,” you mutter exasperatedly. “i’ve tried reporting to the police, but they just say that there’s nothing i can do. ‘there’s no concrete evidence that they’re an actual threat,’ they said. so what am i supposed to do? sit around?”
gepard hums in understanding, serval glancing at him in anticipation.
you’d told serval about your situation—that some creeps had been bothering you no matter how many times you tried to tell them off. you didn’t tell her about the witch, though. you were scared she wouldn’t believe you. or perhaps, there was still a small part of you that still didn’t believe in curses.
either way, when she offered to enlist gepard’s help, you were hesitant. but gepard was a police officer known for his unwavering righteousness, and you’d known him for almost as long as you’d known serval. you’d been alone with him countless times, if he was going to show signs, he would’ve done so already.
still, it doesn’t stop you from asking serval to accompany you in asking him. just in case. the moment he shows something, you’ll call it off.
“hmm, that sounds quite troublesome,” gepard muses. “i’m sorry you have to go through that. i’d love to help, what can i do?”
you fiddle with your fingers, still a little unsure. but when you think back to what’s been going on, you don’t really have that many options.
“i…i was hoping you’d stay at my place, just for the time being. i have a spare bedroom you could use. these guys have been following me around and i just don’t feel safe going outside anymore. i’m scared they might try something one of these days. you don’t have to do much, just… live with me for a bit, and when you’re free, run errands with me.”
gepard takes a moment of silence to think about it. you’re observing him like a hawk: any twitches, secret smiles, anything.
“that sounds good, as long as you’re a good roommate,” he says with a little smile. “after all these years, you’re like a little sister to me. i know how scary this has been for you, and i’d rather you feel safe in your own house, at least.”
you let out a sigh of relief. “thank you, thank you so much.”
even if he can’t perform any legal action, his strength and experience as an officer alone might scare them off at least for a little bit. you’d known for gepard for so long. he was a kind person.
and if things changed, well, it was better to be with the monster you know than the monster you don’t.
right now, you’re sitting on a bench at a popular local park. the sun’s out, and there are families playing nearby. it’s so peaceful, you almost forget who you’re meeting.
who am i kidding, you’re shaking.
at some point in time, when all the unsolicited texts and calls got too much, you finally caved in and answered. the two of you bickered back and forth, and you were almost about to hang up until he gave you an ultimatum. today, you came to this park to see him on the one condition that after this, he won’t bother you again. you don’t necessarily believe him, but you need to try something.
you’re spooked by the sudden chatter of a passing couple. they look to be in a honeymoon phase, fingers intertwined. there’s an aura of corny bliss surrounding them.
you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enviously watching as they pass by without a care in the world, completely indulged in each other’s presence. you remembered a time where you chased a feeling like that, to be wholly and unconditionally loved by someone. you hunted it down day and night, seeking validation from men and throwing them away the moment they gave the smallest sign of disinterest. you thought that this was the solution to finding your perfect someone, to fill this hole in your heart. it never did.
however, no matter how much you miss the absence of someone’s company, you have bigger things to worry about.
“i hope i didn’t keep you for very long, but you did come earlier than scheduled.”
dr. ratio doesn’t hesitate to take a seat beside you, a little too close for your liking. his arms are crossed and he isn’t quite looking at you.
there’s an awkward silence. and this time, you don’t want to try to fix it.
it’s a while before any conversation starts.
“is there something wrong?” dr. ratio starts “from what i remember of our first date, you and i were having natural conversation. i walked you back to your place, and we even slept together. don’t all of those details describe a successful date? but you won’t even reply to my texts, i’m confused.”
you blink at him incredulously. this is the most he’s spoken to you about something other than work. in person, anyway.
“i don’t know why, but from the moment i saw you, i didn’t feel as if i was myself anymore. my heart started pounding, my face felt warm, and i felt so nauseous i thought i was going to throw up. even when you’re not around, i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t even focus properly unless it’s about you. i’ve looked in every book, researched for hours, but i don’t know what’s going on. i just want answers.”
he looks at you earnestly. there isn’t any haughtiness or ego to him.
you purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you squint at him in contemplation.
“here’s what i think, dr. ratio.”
“veritas, please.”
“it’s obvious you haven’t dated before. in fact, it’s so obvious that even a child could spell it out. your date etiquette is awful and your personality is even worse.” you’re venting at this point. there’s no use in having a long, drawn out monologue to someone who won’t listen, but all this pent up stress is getting to you. “clearly, no one’s ever said no to you before. but here’s the thing, dr. ratio, i don’t like you.”
dr. ratio grimaces. “what do i have to do to get you to like me?”
this guy just won’t take a hint. you’re so angry, you can’t even control yourself. you yank dr. ratio by the collar, staring at him from such a close distance you can feel his sharp breaths brush against your nose.
“absolutely nothing. you hear me?”
it takes you a moment to snap out of it. you let go of him instantly, surprised at yourself. oh my god, what did i just do?
“um… sorry,” you murmur, though you’re not sorry at all. if anything, you’re trying to placate him in case you genuinely did provoke him. “if that’s all, i’m going.”
just as you get up to leave, dr. ratio grabs your wrist and tugs so hard that you almost tumble into him.
“hey—”
“i don’t quite believe that,” dr. ratio hisses. “you can’t leave without answering my question.”
“i don’t have to answer anything. now let me go—”
“not until—”
“let go of her.”
the two of you turn to see gepard standing between you. unlike his usual calm demeanor, he’s glowering at dr. ratio menacingly. without looking away, he digs through his pocket to fish out his police badge.
“hands off.”
dr. ratio squints at the item, as if carefully accessing it for any sign of in-authenticity. “you called the cops on me?”
you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. having gepard hang around in the area was a good idea. you’re grateful dr. ratio didn’t notice him until now.
“of course she did,” gepard spits back. “you’ve been bothering her nonstop for weeks now. let her go or i’ll have no other choice but to arrest you.”
dr. ratio’s finally silent. eerily silent. his face is devoid of any emotion as he simply stares at you. you don’t know what he’s thinking when he finally lets go and walks off without another word. he doesn’t even look back at you.
the moment he’s out of sight, you deflate, falling onto your knees. “oh my god.”
“are you alright?” gepard immediately reaches out to catch you. “are you hurt?”
“i’m okay,” you say, at least physically.
you don’t exactly know what just happened, but you’re glad it’s all over now.
at least, that what you thought. when you get a call from an unknown number the next day, you’re scared that it’s dr. ratio.
you hold your breath as you answer it, ready to lay it into him for forgetting his promise.
but it’s not him.
“how did you get my phone number?”
“you gave it to me,” phainon answers softly. yeah, right. you’re sure as hell know you didn’t.
“what do you want?”
phainon sniffles through the phone. from what you hear, it sounds like he’s crying.
“i don’t know. but ever since that night, i’ve been… feeling so different. i can’t control myself anymore and i don’t know what to do.”
you stand there, a bit overwhelmed.
“please. i don’t know what to do.”
you’d been hearing that a lot recently. when you think about it, if this curse was actually real, then it’s not phainon’s fault that he’s feeling like this. it’s yours. though you’re not responsible for how exactly these men handled these feelings, it’s your fault that they exist. you should’ve never taken this situation so lightly in the first place from the moment you realized something was going on.
first it was dan heng, then it was dr. ratio, now phainon. they’ve been telling you about are all these new flood of emotions they can’t explain. if you can’t find the witch, you can at least try to learn more about the nature of this curse.
you quickly grab your things, sending a text to gepard and serval in case something happens. if they don’t hear back from you in two hours, they’ll call the police.
phainon’s apartment is the same as ever. you shuffle uncomfortably at the front door as you knock. there’s a rustling sound behind the door the instant you make contact.
when phainon finally opens the door, you don’t have the chance to react.
he swallows up whatever you were going to say, pulling you into a greedy kiss. his hands gently clasp onto your cheeks, pulling you close.
you press your hand onto his chest to push him away, but he only moans at your touch.
“what took you so long? i missed you so much.”
“phainon—”
he pulls you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. it’s a bit ticklish.
“do you know how worried i was when i woke up and saw that you were gone? i thought something had happened to you. i was waiting for you to come back, but you never did.”
you awkwardly pat him on the back. “that’s my bad.”
“that’s okay, you’re here again, that’s all that matters.” you feel him decompress a bit. “since you’re here, does that mean that you want to actually want to keep seeing me?”
you recall the offer he made you when you first slept together. the look he sent you, wrapped up in his bed sheets. despite being the first to declare that he wasn’t looking to date someone, he’d been the first to fold and change his mind.
“um, that’s not what i’m here for.”
he pulls away and looks at you, perplexed. “then, what is it?”
“i have a couple questions to ask you.”
he smiles, pleased. “are you curious about me? ask away, i’ll tell you everything.”
you stand there, feeling weirdly embarrassed. you’re reminded of when dan heng was at your door, and you can’t help but feel as if the roles have been reversed here.
“how… how do you feel about me? what do you think of me?”
phainon doesn’t miss a beat to reply. “i…this might be a bit off topic, but i used to be really bad at expressing myself,” he starts. “i used to bottle up my emotions, thinking that genuinely feeling them would only bring about bigger problems. so i just ignored them until they went away. but they didn’t. except, i couldn’t really fix that. i’d spent so long hiding how i felt that suddenly showing them felt too overwhelming.”
he slides his hand down your arm to gently take your hand in his, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.
“but with you, it felt easy. i mean—the first time i cried in three years was when i realized that you were gone. when it comes to you, i feel like i could freely express how i felt and properly process things without having to fear for blowing things out of proportion. you… you have a calming effect, you know?”
you furrow your brows. “when did it start?”
he pauses for a second, thinking. “i don’t know. when you first stepped into my apartment? when i first kissed you and realized i could finally breathe? i don’t know. why don’t you want to come inside?”
after all that you went through? hell no.
it’s like he can tell what you’re thinking just from looking at your face. “please? i miss you. we don’t even have to do anything.”
you can tell that being around phainon any longer won’t get you anywhere. but it seems as if you had gotten something out of this conversation. phainon’s infatuation with you stems from a desire for some kind of safety net to rely on, and you don’t think you’re equipped with the right emotional tools to handle that. besides, you don’t know when phainon might snap, so you need to be out of here quick.
“no, i can’t. i have errands to run. i was just stopping by,” you lie. “...do you remember what you said to me that night?”
“we can just fuck each other, i’m fine with that. as long as you don’t see other men. i feel like i would hate that. i think i’d get angry enough to kill someone.” just reminiscing on his words brought a shudder to your spine.
“did you really mean it?”
phainon stares at you for a moment, before breaking into an apologetic smile. “no, i didn’t. i’m sorry i scared you, i got so wrapped up in my emotions i didn’t even realize what i was saying.”
you nod. you don’t know if you believe it yet, but you’ll have all the time in the world to think about it once you’re gone.
“okay. i’ll be going now. it was nice seeing you.”
“um, wait!”
you barely pause in your steps.
“will you come by again?”
this time you’re the one offering an apologetic smile. “we’ll see.”
with that, you take your leave. this time, phainon doesn’t stop you.
around this time of day, gepard’s still at work. he said there’d been a robbery nearby, and he wouldn’t get back until dark. so you’ll have the place to yourself.
by the time you’re close, it’s raining. but underneath the shingles, where it’s dry, rests a velvet box and a note on your doorstep.
i heard you were looking for a witch?
on the back is a location and a name.
the location brings you to a somewhat high-end restaurant. it looks too fancy to be anything you could’ve ever ate at with your current paycheck.
inside the box was a dress (there wasn’t even a tag, so you can’t even return it). you took a moment to appraise it before deciding to wear it. you might not want to, but if this person has something you want, you shouldn’t try to get on his bad side.
aventurine smirks when you take your seat across from him. it’s a candlelit dinner, a stark contrast to the clubbing scene where you first met.
it seems as if aventurine had already ordered for the both of you. your stomach’s in knots, so you don’t even bother to look at the food while aventurine takes it upon himself to dig in.
“it’s not drugged, you know. i’m not that much of an asshole,” he says in between bites. “though, if that’s your thing, then i can pull some strings.”
you scowl in disgust. “i’m not here to eat. i’m here to talk about the witch.”
then, as if it couldn’t get worse, aventurine laughs. he laughs so hard he almost chokes on his food. it takes a while before he stops coughing and gasping for air, taking a napkin to wipe his mouth politely as if nothing every happened.
“oh, the witch? she’s out of town.”
you look at him incredulously. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
he shrugs, nonchalant. “can’t say i am.”
“you’re lying.”
“no, i’m not. think about it, you haven’t told anyone about her, have you. sure, they know you’ve become some kind of stalker-magnet, but that’s it.”
“so you know how my curse works?” you try to pry.
“no, not really. all i know is that you have this weird magical pull to you. she’s not really one to explain herself.”
“you know her?”
aventurine reacts dismissively. “you could say that, sure.”
“”but you don’t know where she is.”
“nope. like i said: doesn’t explain herself.”
“when is she coming back?”
“didn’t i just tell you?”
you lean closer, now fully engaged in the conversation. “then, are you under the same curse?”
aventurine leans closer as well, clasping his hands together and using it as his own personal chinrest. he’s clearly smug, as if he’s just showed off his trump card but hasn’t yet used it to its full potential.
“hmm, i think i’ll let you figure that out. but i’ll say this: i actually like you. a lot. so let’s just keep seeing each other like this, okay? i’ll answer any questions you have, and i’ll even let you know when the witch comes back. do we have a deal?”
you glare at him warily. you really don’t want to see him, but he’s the closest thing you have to finally getting rid of this curse. “meet each other like what?”
he taps his chin. “dinner once a week, how about that?”
“every other week.”
aventurine huffs and crosses his arms. “fine, every other week. but i get the feeling that soon enough you’ll be begging to see me everyday,” he replies with a wink.
you don’t dignify that with a response. instead, you finally pick up a fork and eat.
the food’s good.
living gepard has been peaceful. he’s quiet, clean, and thoughtful. however, you never would’ve guessed that he was a night owl. through the ungodly hours of the night, you can hear him shuffling around. whenever you actually get out of bed to ask him what’s up, he answers dismissively before going back to whatever he was doing.
one day, you wake up from one of your nightmares again, the witch’s words plaguing you. you feel antsy and oddly vulnerable, so you opt to leave your room in hopes of finding gepard working out in the living room or something (odd, i know, but he’s always been extremely disciplined).
just as you’re heading to the living room, you hear something. it’s as faint as it is unusual. at first, you think it’s a ghost. but upon further inspection, it’s gepard.
curious, you follow the noise. it’s coming from gepard’s room.
you’re only about five seconds away from his door when you hear it.
the soft whisper of your name.
there’s a soft glow of light coming from behind gepard’s door. it’s left ajar just enough that you can see the tiniest glimpse inside just from where you’re standing.
and when you look in, you’re horrified.
gepard’s muttering your name under his breath. in his fist is a pair of panties that you’d only just tossed into the laundry basket hours ago, wrapped around his erect cock as he pumps himself.
his face is fully flushed, his eyes closed in concentration as he continuously pleasures himself to the thought of you.
you’re absolutely paralyzed in shock. you’d practically known gepard since high school, he was like a big brother to you. the same guy who was so focused on protecting the people that he never even considered dating anyone.
“i love you so much,” he murmurs under his breath with a small groan. the crotch area of your panties is stretched over the head of his cock, a prominent wet spot soaking through. if you hadn’t known, you would’ve just figured it was your regular discharge.
you cover your mouth in horror.
suddenly, his pace quickens. with another call of your name, he finally cums.
and when he opens his eyes, he’s staring right back at you.
predator x prey kink with a man who you practically had to beg to participate, only for him to end up taking it way more seriously than you expect once you begin….
A/N: when u don’t know which one character to write for... also pls let me know if past or present tense would work better for drabbles like these I genuinely don’t know AAAA
JING YUAN —▵▿
Be prepared to not be able to breathe for the next few hours.
The Luofu General would lay on top of you, with all the weight and muscles he had, cling onto you like a massive cat. How could he not? You were just so comfortable, a perfect mattress for his afternoon nap.
“Jing Yuan- darling you’re crushing me…”
The man would only hum in response as he shifted on top of you to get a bit more comfortable, pressing the last puff of air from your lungs as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His arms looped around your waist as if you’re a pillow. No matter how many times you tried to peel yourself away from him, it was futile.
“Just let me sleep…” He murmured. His voice was deep and gravelly.
You look down to see the man peacefully asleep. His lashes fluttered against his cheek. It was just part of his charm to be able to have you give in to him so easily. You could only sigh in defeat before bringing your hand up to comb through the General’s wild silvery mane, eliciting another content hum from him.
BOOTHILL —▵▿
Despite being 90% metal, the cowboy was oddly comfortable to cuddle with. Boothill enjoyed having you lay on his chest as he gently combed his metal fingers through your hair. One of the best parts about cuddling with you was being about to yap just about anything with you. What he did on the day… how fun it was to gun down IPC guards… how that secret stash of bullets in his pocket always tasted better with you on his mind.
Boothill loved nuzzling his face against you. It was the one way he could feel you, your body heat, and the smoothness of your skin. Somehow, it all made him feel so human.
“Darlin’… yer’s so soft. Wish I could feel ya all over.”
Often times, Boothill would nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and kiss all the skin he could come in contact with before parting his lips and just gently bite on your skin with his teeth. Nothing sexual, he just wanted to feel and taste you. You were the one who made him feel whole, after all.
GEPARD —▵▿
Great at cuddling, especially after one long, tiring day of work.
The Captain of the Silvermane Guards would just haphazardly remove his armour, not even bothering to change out of his uniform before flopping into bed and cuddling you. With his face buried in your chest and arms wrapped around your waist, the man was finally able to let himself relax in your embrace.
Stroke his hair, pepper him with kisses, whisper sweet nothings to his ear, he’d let you do anything to him while cuddling. No words were needed to be exchanged either. He loved the peaceful silence shared between the two of you. But of course, if you wanted to talk, he would listen. If you asked him how his day went, Gepard would undoubtedly share all the wonderful and not so wonderful things with you.
SUNDAY —▵▿
Although being together for so long, Sunday still couldn’t help but feel flustered and giddy all over whenever receiving attention form you. Cuddling wasn’t an exception.
Sunday would be blushing and everything as you hold him close. His legs were tangled with yours and his face was buried in your chest as you idly groomed his wings. He could feel your fingers gingerly fixing every individual feather. He couldn’t help but let it flinch in your hands, and every time it did, he could hear you snicker softly. It was such a lovely melody, he would listen to your laugh for the rest of his life.
You would sometimes tease him for his adorable blush while you were cuddling, peppering his cheeks and making his cheeks heat up even more until the Oak Family head was all putty in your arms.
“Must you tease me so much? Ah… dear, please, this is so humiliating…”
PHAINON —▵▿
Phainon patiently waited for you on the bed. His armour was already removed. Upon seeing you enter the bedroom, he outstretched his arms, an adorably wide smile hung on his face as he gave you the puppy eyes.
“Cuddle?”
You swore he was going to be the death of your poor heart.
The moment you get into bed, he would cling onto your waist and bury his face in your stomach. You didn’t even get the chance to properly lay down yet and the man would be shamelessly attached to you, molding his body with yours. The feeling of you against him was everything that he could ask for.
The cheeky man would sometimes tease you out of nowhere, pinching your side or tickling you, just to make you flinch and giggle. You weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily. A cuddle session would all of a sudden turn into the two of you rolling around the bed, trying to tickle the living daylights out of one another.
By the time you two laid panting, Phainon would pull you close and bury his face at the crook of your neck before finally letting you fall asleep.
MYDEI—▵▿
Mydei was perfect to lay on top of. His body was broad and warm, your perfect heater. Not to mention, he would let you rest your head against his ‘pillows’ (ahem ahem).
Mydei gently traced random shapes on your back as he felt your chest rise and fall against him with every breath you took. The feeling grounded him. It reminded him of your comforting presence. Mydei let you trace his red markings as you cuddled. Your feather-light touch would send tingles down his spine.
You would sometimes prop you chin in your palm as you silently admire the Kremnoan prince. Your gaze would trace every feature of his handsome face, a smile gracing your lips, until Mydei adverted his gaze to hide his blushing cheeks.
“HKS…” He mumbled.
You could only giggle at his reaction before leaning down to pepper kisses all over his face.
ANAXA —▵▿
Anaxa was never the first to cuddle you, but he would always wait for you.
The moment he felt the mattress dip and your arms wrap around him, he would put away the scroll he had been reading and reciprocate, slipping his arms around your torso, letting you tangle your legs with his, and bury his face in the crook of your neck.
Anaxa lived for the feeling of your hands gingerly combing through his hair. It calmed him from one long day of dealing with his annoying students. The professor would rant on about his new theories, or how his students wouldn’t stop calling him atrociously ridiculous names.
“’Prof ‘Nax?’ Tsk. The sheer audacity of those children.”
Anaxa could feel your chest moving against his as you laughed, and he hugged you closer. The feeling of you by his side grounded him. He let his eyes droop as he relaxed against you. You were his solace, his sanctuary, the only deity he would devote himself to.
JIAOQIU —▵▿
The purpose of a fox’s tail was to keep itself warm. Jiaoqiu’s tail was for letting you hug like a pillow. He didn’t mind as long as he could feel your warmth around him. The two of you would lay side by side, you back against his front and his tail could curl to the front of you for you to hold.
Jiaoqiu wrapped his arms securely around your torso. He tended to slip his hands beneath your clothes to gently trace your skin as you cuddled. He loved how you soft you felt, and he’ll be damned if he wasn’t able to feel you for even a second. He would trace invisible shapes and rub gentle circles on your stomach or waist, or gently massage the muscles of your body.
“Your muscles are too tense… may I help you, my dear?”
The foxian would brush your hair to the side and litter your neck and nape with tender kisses and teasing bites, leaving little red marks over your skin. Every sensation of his lips and fangs on your skin sent shivers down your spine.
Character : Dr ratio, Gallagher, Sunday, aventurine, argenti, blade, Dan heng, Mr reca, Jing yuan, gepard, luocha, welt and boothill.
May contain NSFW content
⚠️ Minors do not interact please ⚠️
Edit 1 : due to some grammar error I make, I change some of the words for my mistake
Dr ratio switch in my heart, there's always two outcomes when it comes into smashing, one of you guys are gonna lose and drain while the other one basks in light and happiness, and after smashing he will return back into his studies or he will teach you about his new theories while you just lay their exhausted. Or the other outcome where you win, his face would be covered in red and you would occasionally tease him while he muffled a shut up with his exhausted voice.
Gallagher immediately made your favorite drink for you after the deed was done, and sometimes when the bar is empty and no one would be seen. You and him would sneak into the back to have your break time together. He would compliment how amazing you were and how he wants to do it again but both of you have shifts in the bar so you guys have to continue it later on.
Sunday would be a blushing mess, even before him joining the astral express he would have some knowledge about intercourse but have never experienced it, but when you came along you have open his eyes into a new world of pleasure, during a session you would occasionally kiss the piercing on his wings and that would cause him to blush and cover his with his wings. And right now he's very much wishes to learn more about this new world.
Aventurine, very much love to tease you. He would put unnecessary bets so you and him would do it, every time he wins a game he would say you are his grand price after a big game. He would be smirking the entire time after finishing. Originally I like the idea of him actually being nervous of initiating intimacy due to his past but you made him feel secure and complete he completely learned how to open up. And when you kiss his mark he would immediately ingulp you in a big hug seeking your comfort.
Argenti, would praise you non stop about how beautiful you were and everything about you. He would start to worship you similar to how he worships idrila one time during a climax, he thought he saw the light and fully convinced you were the reincarnation of idrila. The bed would be covered with rose petals and both of you are lying there, he with a satisfied smile while you with a tired look .
Blade, he pretty much doesn't know how to initiate aftercare with you but he tried his best. He would wipe you with a warm cloth around your body making sure you're comfortable in any position although cannot say the same thing about your body after being twisted and moved into different positions during the entire duration of the time. He would also bring your favorite food. Pretty much sure he can go for more than another round but doesn't want to exhaust you. Even worse when his mara struck is awake you won't be walking anytime soon.
Dan heng, would brew tea for both of you making sure you are comfortable. Making sure your comfortable and warm by using the pillows of the astral express and when he's in heat you and him would stay in his room for a week with food being delivered into your rooms the best part of the archives that it sound proof making sure no one knows your business and during intimacy he would let his vividyahara self out because his comfortable with you in his true form.
Mr reca would praise you about your performance and immediately start clapping after the deed was done. Would make love scenes inspired by you guys or record to watch over and over again. He said it's a masterpiece on how both of you guys move in sync as well how angelic your voice is. Would write about a Script describing how perfect you were during intimacy. As well as talking about his new movie ideas with you during finishing or aftercare.
Jing yuan, would immediately fall asleep and give you a death grip hug. His hair is disheveled and sleep with a satisfied look as if he just finish having the best time in his and when you wake up he would be admiring you as if he had been admiring you for hours and if there's ever work the day after, he would arrive a little late due not wanting to leave you or would go to work not without leaving a note and a goodbye kiss on your fore head there's food and tea ready for you to wake up. He's very clingy post intimacy.
Gepard, a blushing mess, even tho his the captain of the silver man guards he is a total puppy in the sheets very much and you treat him with so much love and caress his body with so much love he would explode any second if not, would be very red in the face and shy. He so cute, he would not initiate intimacy in public but you would usually visit him to drop his lunch and it will always end up him a blushing mess and tired.
Luocha, a Disney princess, his hair spread along the sheets with his hand over his head and breathing heavily. Even in this state he would still be very beautiful like a flower, would initiate after care by healing your bruises if he ever went overboard. Would bring you hot water for your throat after being exhausted and stretched. Would leave kisses around your body.
Welt, this old man. Very clingy after intimacy would hug you 24/7 as well sometimes being awkward sense he doesn't know how to react. He would be very disheveled after intimacy and would initiate cuddling. He doesn't want to let you go after you guys came together this is perfect for him. A perfect scenario and perfect dream.
Boothill, right back at ya partner, you guys know the song saves a horse ride a cow boy well that's him. Every time if he wants Intimacy he would put his cowboy hat on your head and that's to give you the idea of what he wants. You are his reward and sun for him. After intimacy his hard drive would be overstimulated and you would be wearing his cowboy hat.
Realised that if I do make a physical hardcover of @shoezuki ‘s fic I will have to split it into two parts, because I’ve formatted the text and it’s already ~600 pages long and that’s before adding art. But that also means I get to make matching covers for both, I’m very happy with the fist, the second still needs some work but I won’t be printing that one for ages so it’s all good
getting new fonts that I actually like has put me in a book cover making mood so expect some o more of these at some point
also had some other versions where I tried to make it look like they were in the characters chest but I couldn’t get the composition to work with the title so I might just keep them for inside the book or something
