Heyyy fic writters real quick!! I promise this won't take too long
Please remember the difference between AFAB reader and FEM reader!
AFAB: assigned female at birth.
FEM: obviously, female.
Tagging your fics with "afab reader" and then throwing a "she/her" or any feminine pronouns is WRONG, that's FEM reader.
Afab is an umbrella term that groups not only females but also trans, non-binary, intersex, etc. (It's literally just people who were born with a pussy)
FEM reader is the specification of gender your reader has, you're making it clear that the content of your fic is made for people who identify themselves as fem (or people who use she/her as pronouns)
PLEASE, I am on my knees hands up and begging. Tag. Your. Writings. Correctly.
As someone who is AFAB, it makes me so sad to be reading a fic that specifies that the reader is afab only to be slapped in the face with a "she/her" or "girl". Not only it is infuriating but it makes me feel invalidated about my own identity.
Ty for reading, sorry if this comes as rude (it really isn't my intention) but I just want to make sure yall know how to tag properly so no one has to deal with being blasted by the wrong pronouns.
This is not a request, it's just me wanting to share a funny idea
I've read your other works (love your writing, it's rlly good) and after reading the one where the reader is pretty confident 'n stuff, but really shy in bed (this one https://www.tumblr.com/despairots/790514620972580864/boss-your-writing-is-so-peak-youre-literally-my?source=share), I got a funny thought
Reader is super shy, like, glance at them for more than a second and he's already squirming and trying to hide away. Even worse when someone actually even touches them. Hand grab? Passed out on the floor. Blowing a kiss at him? Yeah, he's dead now.
But hiding under that shy and nervous exterior is a complete FREAK in bed. Straight up the most teasing/bratty bastard on earth that unashamedly will put someone on a leash.
Just thinking about how Mydei, Phainon, and Anaxa would react makes me giggle a little
thabk yeww, and also when i was reading this i was lowkey giggling at the thought of it, so i made a quick drabble for each.
phainon loves the shy side of you but it also concerns him whenever you seem to blow a fuse whenever he does something as small as holding your hand, like what a normal boyfriend would. heās not opposed of it ā not at all ā heās just concerned really, so when the two of you are intimate the first time, he expects you to shy away from him, nope. you told him to treat you like a brat, too go fast, too go hard. at first, he didnāt want to incase you got hurt, but you made sure to reassure him by just a simple trail of your fingers to his lips and a sultry āplease?ā
you didnāt come out of that bed for a week, and sitting down hurt your ass.
mydei, like phainon, loved your personality, it clashes with his in a way. though, he never did blink an eye at it constantly. when he kisses your knuckles, he turns away before he could see you burning red with steam coming out of ears. itās not like the doesnāt care, he does think itās cute, but thatās just the way you are, he canāt do anything about it. the first time he ever got you onto the bed, he thought youād do the same before being confronted with the complete opposite of what he was used to. rolling him over onto the bed with a smirk, lust in your eyes as you tugged at his bottoms, telling him youāll be on top for this special moment.
you didnāt, but mydei knows how roughly you want to be treated now.
anaxa hardly blinks an eye at it, he actually takes advantage of it every time. a kiss that lasted for too long, a hand on your waist, and a glint in his eyes as he pecked your hands. it earned him reactions that were only for his eyes. you were cute to him, and he didnāt want you to change that. when the both of you were together in the bed, he saw the shy expression on your face, smirking against your lips until he felt your hand trail over to the celestial fracture on his chest, a mischievous giggle leaving you. anaxaās lips quivered at the sensation of feeling your fingers moving inside the hole, flipping him around and biting his neck.
he laid there absolutely bewildered while staring up at the ceiling.
content warning: 18+ NSFW, šššš, gay sex, anal penetration, monster anatomy (specifically dragon anatomy), unsafe sex (cover your stump before you hump), mutual pining, mutual obsession, yandere themes, male reader, amab reader, yandere reader, yandere character, talks of mating rituals, biting, just a wee bit of blood, codependency, obsessive behavior, a lot of concerning talk but if you look at it from afar it's actually not that bad they just match each other's freak really well, march 7th, himeko, and caelus as the best enabler wingmen ever
" welcome back caller @hikarisecret! connecting your line as we speak! "
"Would you happen to be interested in meeting up more often?"
He immediately stopped in place.
Nervously, you twiddled your thumbs from the doorway to your small office.
It'd been about a month since you'd help Dan Heng get through his early heat. You'd let contact drop for a couple weeks, something he'd known would probably happen but also something he'd desperately hoped wouldn't occur. He'd only really spoken to you for an extended period of time on a handful of occasions. Being one of the few researchers that followed a path aside from the endless pursuit of knowledge, he was curious.
So maybe he'd always had a little bit of a crush, but March always called you "eye candy" for when they stopped at the Space Station. It never progressed any further than a couple chats, some red cheeks, and a some pleasantries here and there.
Then the Antimatter League wormed its way into the station and there you were, at the forefront of the evacuation efforts. Instead of being an aloof, distant researcher with a mind that was roaming the stars, you were alert and concentrated. You were so quick to help, it seemed you hadn't really wrapped your head around the imminent danger right in front of you.
That was truly when his little crush turned into something a little bit more than he was prepared to handle.
He was asking for you around the station when he had the chance, after all he was too shy to approach someone randomly and start interrogating them on the whereabouts of their coworker. He also knew he was a little bit more intimidating and came off as cold to most.
His inquiries actually did the opposite of what he had hoped. Knowing he was looking around for you, he thought you might be inclined to make yourself more available to maybe slack off occasionally or just stick around and chat for a few minutes. Instead of that happening, it seemed the more people seemed to remember your existence, the more people tried to look for you.
It was never out of malice, of course, they just remembered they had a less than social coworker. They'd make the effort to say hello to you in the halls, stop in at your office to say hi and maybe bring a coffee every now and then. But it seemed you were less than eager to entertain anyone when you were constantly burying your head in your studies.
Eventually, when your coworkers would stop in at your office, they'd find you weren't there. You were constantly switching between different labs and areas to conduct tests and gather data to solidify your latest thesis. Instead of becoming more social, easier to find, it seemed you retreated even further into your shell and avoided coming into contact with anyone else all together. Trying to find you became akin to trying to hold sand in a sieve.
That was precisely why he was so surprised when you suddenly invited him for a meeting to discuss the Vidyadhara of the Xianzhou Alliance. As soon as they were back on the Astral Express, it seemed someone managed to whisper enough information into your ear to pique your interest in the species. As of now, he had his theories, but he couldn't figure out whether it was Caelus or March that let everything slip.
When you invited him back to your office after what happened to continue your little conversation, he briefly wondered if this was a little bit too good to be true. While yes, you were nothing if not a dedicated genealogy researcher, that didn't stop him from wondering if you might have different intentions.
The last time he'd been in your office, the two of you were stuck in bed for nearly a week for his heat period. Inviting him back to your office again seemed a little bit too much like an invitation after too little time to be considered a coincidence. Did you want to get him in your bed again? Did you plan on trying to get something out of him now that you knew he actively fantasized about you on his lonesome? Then again, he realized he didn't really care if the answer to either of those questions was yes.
Of course, none of his suspicions were confirmed to be true.
You were professional, almost disappointingly so. Everything you asked him was less than personal, all aimed towards furthering your understanding of the Xianzhou Alliance as a whole. You finished your round of questions about his biology, and then you moved on to culture and social etiquette.
When you offered to walk him back to the docking area, he felt a little bit hopeless. No more closeness in conversation, it seemed you severed all intimacy the moment he wasn't in heat anymore.
But now, you stood in front of him, nervous and asking if he wanted to see you again?
'Yes, yes, yes, yes,' He would love to see you again, especially if it was for something that wasn't work related.
He would take what he could get in general. If you asked him to be your lab assistant or something, he would be so much more than just happy to say yes. Whatever time you wanted to spend with him, he would make himself available.
But he was just as socially inept as you were; Dan Heng sat in a slack-jawed stupor as he tried to his best to piece together sentences with the little fragments of thoughts swirling around in a white flurry. His mouth opened; he tried to talk, but every time he tried to make any statements, he doubled back and retracted it in favor of trying to think of something better to say.
At his reaction, you waved it off disappointedly. "Forget it, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought-" You cut yourself off again, biting the inside of your cheek.
It seemed the archivist finally managed to recompose himself, "No, I-" He paused, trying to put his feelings into words, "I'm just surprised you wanted to spend time together. I assumed that once you gathered the relevant information, we would go back to being acquaintances that didn't speak very often."
You shook your head, awkwardly trying to lighten the mood with a strained laugh, "I'll admit that's what I planned to do a month ago, but before we.." you trailed off, "...y'know, you mentioned that I only seemed to talk to you when I needed something from the astral express archives. I didn't really think it would be fair of me to keep exploiting your kindness like that."
He shook his head, "The archives are always open to whoever wishes to read them, I didn't mean to make it sound like you were taking advantage of anything."
You chewed on the inside of your lip this time, trying to think of a way to put it into words. "Well, it's not just that I realized I was benefitting from your kindness without putting any real effort back in, the thought occurred to me... I just don't speak to anyone outside of when I need to know something."
He remained quiet.
To thin out the building tension, you added on, "Arlan's told me before that it's really not healthy to live that way." You clasped your hands behind your back, "I thought since you mentioned being upset with the fact that we don't ever get to talk, maybe spending time together would be a good opportunity for me to start reintegrating into a more social scene?"
"Oh."
You nodded, "I apologize if it seems like I'm just trying to use you, I truly do want to become friends." You kicked at nothing in particular on the ground, averting eye contact. "I'm just afraid I don't know how to be friends with anyone anymore."
He let the silence take the place of the conversation. It wasn't that he was thinking about whether or not he wanted to take you up on your offer, it was how to do it elegantly without seeming desperate.
You bit the inside of your cheek, "You don't have to make the decision now, I just thought it would come off as insincere if I asked over text."
After another pause, he bobbed his head up and down slowly. "I don't know if I'm the right person to ask, but if you're asking me to be your friend, I won't say no."
"Mr. Yang, do you know what's wrong with Dan Heng?"
March played with the hem of her skirt, nerves clear and obvious to all three trailblazers in the room, "I was going to ask him if he wanted to go back to Belobog with me and Caelus, but his door's locked."
Welt hummed, "It could well be related to all that transpired on the Xianzhou. It may be best if you leave him to his thoughts."
March shook her head adamantly, "No, it can't be! He just made a trip to the Space Station a few days ago." She put her hands on her hips, "Besides, even when he's in a bad mood, he doesn't lock his door. He's always weirdly strict on insisting everyone has access to the archives."
He nodded again, putting a contemplative hand on his chin. "That is true." He offered another idea, "Well, did the two of you think to ask him? Perhaps he'd answer if you sent him a text."
"March wanted to yell at him through the door, but we thought it might be better to see if anyone knew anything first," Caelus countered.
Mr. Yang nodded, "Have you consulted Himeko? She's a little bit closer to Dan Heng than I am, she might be able to offer more perspective on the situation."
March 7th nodded enthusiastically, "Thanks, Mr. Yang!"
He nodded, returning to staring at the expanse of stars just past his fingertips outside the glass windows of the express. "It's no problem, let me know if there's any serious updates on the situation."
As the two younger and less experienced nameless made their way towards Himeko's desk at the back of the express, March did her best to try and put together the pieces in her head. While it wasn't clear whether or not she was trying to start a dialogue with Caelus, the timeline went as such.
Dan Heng is revealed to be the Imbibitor Lunae while on the Xianzhou Alliance's ship.
He resolves the crisis with Phantylia resulting in the lifting of his banishment from the Xianzhou.
He sticks around on the Alliance to deal with matters relating to his past life's status as the High Elder of the Vidyadhara.
He makes a trip to Herta's Space Station for mysterious reasons that nobody knows.
He makes it back to the express, he locks himself in his room.
Before the two of them can realize the glaringly obvious hole in the timeline, they're stood in front of Himeko's desk. March, as always, is the one to officially start the questioning. "Himeko! Have you noticed anything weird about the way Dan Heng's been acting lately?"
After taking another drawn out sip of her coffee, she hummed... "I suppose I have, but he's also just come back from a place with what I can only assume is a lot of bad memories. I'm sure if he's given a little bit of space, he'll be back to the same old Dan Heng in no time."
March 7th pursed her lips, "I would agree with you if this wasn't so weird!" She crossed her arms, "He doesn't ever lock his door! Not when he's in a bad mood, not even when he's changing for crying out loud!"
Himeko nodded, bringing her mug back up to her lips silently. "I guess that is a little bit weird... do you two happen to have any idea what he's been up to lately?"
"Well, when we all boarded the Express again, he made a stop at the Herta Space Station. We could be looking at this all wrong." Caelus crossed his arms, "Maybe instead of something happening on the Xianzhou, something happened at the Space Station. He was there about a month ago and then again a few days ago. I think he stayed for around a week the first time."
The moment the words passed the newest addition to the astral express's lips, both women paused in their tracks.
"..."
"..."
Himeko was the first to break the silence, lowering her "lifeblood" back onto its coaster on her desk. "March, you don't think... do you?"
Immediately, after Himeko broke the silence, March 7th let a happy squeal and started waving her hands around, "Oh, my, aeons! Himeko, do you know what this means?!"
Caelus could only look between the two of them in complete and utter confusion. "Am I missing something?"
Before Himeko could answer any potential questions, March was already running back towards the archivist's locked door, yelling his name at the top of her lungs, "Dan Heng, you sly dog!"
Caelus could only look back at Himeko with a brow raised.
She cleared her throat, "Well, I guess now is a better time than never to find out."
"Find out?" He voice trailed up at the end, "Find out what?"
Himeko put her hands on her desk, "Well... Dan Heng, as you know, is not always the most approachable person." She drummed her nails on the desk, "But it happens even he isn't immune to his emotions."
The trailblazer paused, "So Dan Heng's acting like this cause he likes someone? And they work at the space station?"
Himeko nodded her head, gesturing towards the hallway. "I'd tell you more, but it seems March is pretty intent on getting those answers out of him for herself."
Caelus nodded, uncrossing his arms. "Well, can I ask you a question?"
Himeko nodded, turning back to her monitor and gripping her mug of coffee once again. "Sure, go ahead." She lifted it to her lips, taking in a long swig.
"Is it that one guy March started texting about Vidyadharas?"
Immediately, she let out a strangled noise into her drink.
Were you even the same person?
"Arlan? Arlan!"
You snapped your fingers in front of his face, "Earth to Arlan? Hello?"
He shook his head back and forth, trying to snap out of the mini daze he was in. "I- Yeah, sorry. You're just... different, is all."
You raised your brow, looking down at your uniform. You pulled at your collar, "Did Miss Asta's suggestions really do all that much? I don't think I look too different."
Arlan's brows creased at a point on his forehead. "I guess they did, work-life balance looks good on you."
Instead of the barely alive looking researcher he constantly found himself hanging out with, it looked as if you were glowing in the fluorescent light of the cafeteria.
You nodded, "You know, I feel a lot better than I usually do." You paused, poking at your well-portioned and prepared meal in front of you, "Sometimes I still feel guilty about how little work I get done in comparison to when I didn't focus on the little things."
Arlan was quick to agree, "Yeah, I understand the feeling." He picked at his own food, eating a mouthful of the fried-rice Lady Asta loved so much. "Still, if you're looking better and feeling better, you're doing better all around."
For the first time since you set foot on the station, you'd taken the week off under the guidance of Lead Researcher Asta. She always scolded your ear off for working your fingers to brittle bone, but it seemed when you actually took her recommendations to heart, something in you fundamentally shifted.
Instead of skipping sleep to observe DNA strands for a few extra hours near midnight? You were turning in at a specified time every night and waking up at the appropriate hour the next morning. It was the first time you'd really grown accustomed to the sound of your phone alarm. Usually, you didn't sleep for 48 hours and then you would crash for 16.
Instead of getting so absorbed in your research you were forgetting to eat, you set aside the new found time taken away from research to make yourself a healthy, nutritious meal for each sitting of the day. You made yourself a breakfast that would warm up well in the morning, made yourself a hearty lunch to make sure you had enough energy to get through the day, and then a light dinner to make sure your digestive system wouldn't have to go into overdrive while you slept.
Originally, when you read up on self-care, you weren't all too sure you could make all the changes without some kind of drastic shift in your schedule immediately. But you were determined, you wouldn't let your social life pass you by any longer!
Instead of shying away from the challenge, you started small. You'd implement times in your routine where you would regularly stop and eat based on timers on your phone. You set an alarm for yourself to remind yourself it was time to stop working and go home.
Then, when you finally were ready to make the big leap, you consulted Asta and managed to get her to pull a few strings to get you some time off.
You took your week off to strengthen all of your healthy habits and kill off all the bad ones. You didn't have the opportunity to neglect yourself when it really was the only thing you could do. You started working out again to pass the time, you even got Arlan to drop Peppy off to keep you company when he was getting to be a handful around the station.
Arlan took a moment to thoroughly chew his food and swallow it, "As happy as I am that you're finally seeing the light, what exactly prompted all this change?"
You paused, seemingly chewing your own food slower in response. "Well, I want to start trying to make more friends."
He raised a brow, "I guess it's usually easier to make friends if you're taking care of yourself."
You nodded, "I mean, yeah, but I didn't really feel the need to look or feel better because I was really focused on my work and stuff like that." You averted your eyes, "You have to promise not to laugh at me if I tell you this."
Arlan could only feel himself getting more suspicious by the second, "Okay... I won't laugh at you. But why would I laugh at you?"
"I'm a little pathetic," you laughed, awkwardly at best. "I-". You paused again, taking a deep breath, "I don't know, I set up to meet with this guy in Aurum Alley on the Xianzhou Alliance ship and I didn't want him to have to walk around with someone that looked like a walking corpse. You and Asta always joke that I'm the walking dead and I-"
Arlan held up his hand, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lot to unpack to start off with." You blinked at him, snapping your jaw shut immediately. "Me and Asta only joke about that because you treat yourself like you want to be walking corpse. You hardly take care of yourself."
You nodded, swallowing a glob of spit.
"Second of all," he picked up another spoonful of rice, "Who are you meeting? Why do you think you need to change yourself to be good enough to just walk around someplace with him?"
You sighed, "That's the problem, I don't really know." You poked at your food with your fork, "He's just really cool. He's got a lot of friends and he has a really exciting life but he kind of just chooses to try and hang out with me. I don't really think I'm worth that much effort and yet he goes out of his way to try and look for me? It just feels like I'm letting him down if I don't put in the same kind of effort."
Arlan's face scrunched up, "Are you talking about Dan Heng?"
You tilted your head, "How did you know?"
"Well, he kind of follows you around like a lost puppy dog." He took another bite of his food, "He's not gonna care whether or not your eyebags are darker or if you're a little bit on the thinner side. He's already long decided he wants to be around you even at you worst."
You bit your lip, considering it for a moment. "I don't know what it is, but I feel like if anything goes wrong in Aurum Alley it's going to be life-ruining."
"What do you mean by that?" He frowned, "That... sounds really ominous."
You held your head in your free hand, "I don't know, I just feel like if he thinks I'm weird or disgusting or anything like that I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
"Hey, let's back it up." Arlan set his spoon down on the table, "It's just a meet-up with a guy, nothing's going to happen if your date fails. If you have an awful date, there's always going to be the chance to make it up the next time. Besides, as long as you two are good spirited about it, there's no such thing as a bad date unless he like... I don't know, poisons you or something."
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, thinking it over.
For the first time during the entire conversation, you looked him directly in the eyes.
"...I just feel like letting go after getting in this close isn't an option anymore."
"March? Caelus?"
Said girl nervously laughed, shrinking behind the newspaper she was trying to hide her face in.Ā āUh ohā¦ā
Next to her, Caelus shook his head, āBusted.āĀ
Dan Heng stood, a little bit behind you, huffing through his nose.Ā While he didnāt say anything momentarily, the nature of his expression indicated he was more than just cross with the other nameless tag-alongs.Ā āWhat are the both of you doing in Aurum Alley?Ā I thought you both said you were busy today.āĀ
March quickly went to defend herself, folding the rather large newspaper shut.Ā āWe are busy! Weā¦ just happen to be busy here!āĀ
Next to her, Caelus nodded his head intently.Ā Ā
His arms across his chest, the tail trailing from his lower back smacked against the ground in an annoyed fashion.Ā He tapped his finger on his forearm a couple times, āWhat exactly are the two of you busy with?Ā This is the one day I told the both of you I would be visiting the Xianzhou Alliance.ā
While nobody outright accused each other of anything, the implication was clear.Ā March 7th and Caelus were here because they knew Dan Heng would be on a date.Ā They were only here because they knew he would be on a date.Ā Instead of just checking in on him, they took it upon themselves to follow their fellow passenger and his unfortunate partner around. Ā With all the tension that started to blot the air like little rain clouds, you took it upon yourself to try and cut through it.Ā āArenāt you in charge of commerce in Aurum Alley?Ā I heard from one of my coworkers that his wife has started ordering from the Food Stand here.āĀ
Automatically picking up on your out, Caelus nodded, āI was, but I handed it off to the Commerce Guildās acting president.Ā She, uh-āĀ He sputtered over his words, āShe asked for some help packing up a few Starskiffs and March didnāt have anything to do today, soā¦ she tagged along?āĀ
You nodded, a little bit shyly, āSpeaking of which, have you tried any of the food from the stand?Ā Iāve heard they recently upgraded their entertainment, but I havenāt heard much about the food quality.āĀ
March excitedly added in her two cents, āOh! Me and Caelus were about to head that way!Ā He said that the Tall Auntie running the place usually has some freebies for him since he helped the store set-up their take-out ordering system!āĀ
Your eyes glinted excitedly, āReally?Ā I didnāt hear about that part.āĀ You clasped your hands together, āYou really live up to all the rumors I hear on the station.Ā Didnāt you also set up the marketing campaign with the current High Elder of the Vidyadhara?ā
Before he could answer, Dan Heng waved the pair off with a hand. āIām sure we can continue this conversation some time later.Ā They said they were busy, we wouldnāt want to make them late to anything.āĀ
March was quick to interject, āActually! Weāre going on a lunch break real quick!āĀ She turned to Caelus, putting a hand on his shoulder, āRight?ā
He nodded again, āWe should all go to Tall Auntyās Food Stand.āĀ
You opened your mouth to voice your agreement before your companion cut in, āNo need, we planned on grabbing lunch later.āĀ
You looked at him, blinking a couple times.Ā Before you could say anything, March was already up in arms.Ā āIt wouldnāt hurt you guys to move up your lunch plans, besides, this is our only lunch break until we have to go back to work!ā
Instead of confirming or denying Marchās statement, the trailblazer stood back and simply listened to the argument.Ā You chose to do the same.Ā Ā
Dan Heng, on the other hand, let more displeasure drip into his expression.Ā āWe didnāt plan on running into each other while we were out, your plans and our plans happen to be different.Ā We can arrange another time for the four of us to get lunch at the food stall.ā
March put her hands on her hips, āWell, you guys are just hanging out, right?Ā It couldnāt hurt to just push back those plans to roam so you can spare some time to talk with friends.āĀ When she didnāt get any response from Dan Heng, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, āPlease?Ā Pretty please?Ā Itās been so long since all of us have seen each other!āĀ
āHmph.āĀ
The person youād originally come to Aurum Alley with was unmoved by her earnest plea, but you were somewhat swayed.Ā Your face twisted in sympathy.Ā ā...Maybe it wouldnāt hurt to just go out to lunch with them this once.Ā Aurum Alley will still be here when we get done eating, I havenāt had the time to meet up with March lately or even get to know Caelus.Ā It might be good for me to make more friends.āĀ
He opened his mouth to protest, but he was cut off by March.Ā She threw her arm over your shoulder, āSee? He gets it!āĀ
You curled in on yourself from the sudden change in position, leaning to the side a bit so she could actually hook her forearm around your biceps. Caelus finally decided now would be the best time to contribute to the conversation, āI donāt think Iāve talked to [name] before, Iāve been curious about their work since Lady Asta, Herta, and Arlan seem to hold him in high regard as a researcher.āĀ
You shook your head, putting your hands up.Ā You were a little scrunched in the position, āOh, please donāt misunderstand, Iām really nothing all that special.āĀ
March shook her head, āNonsense, youāre one of the best at the Space Station!Ā I heard you used to help a lot of interns before you started focusing on Genealogy!āĀ
You crumpled in on yourself, āWell, thatās usually the usual career path for researchers at the station in general.Ā Before we find our specialized area of research, you generalize and if anyone asks you to train them, you train them.āĀ Scratching your chin nervously, āBesides, Iāve kind of put work on the back burner in favor of trying to take better care of myself.āĀ
āOh! Iād been meaning to ask about that, your skin is glowing!ā March added,Ā āI remember Asta always used to call you some kind of zombie whenever you came up in conversation.āĀ
Caelus tilted his head to the side, āReally?āĀ
Your cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, āYeah, everyone says I look really different now.Ā I usually get a lot more comments about how thereās more color in my skin or something along those lines.ā
The conversation went on for a little longer before Dan Heng sighed, he pressed a couple of his fingers to his temple.Ā āI-ā He closed his mouth, pinching the skin of his lip between his upper and lower set of teeth.Ā ā-I guess getting lunch together wouldnāt change our plans all that much.ā
āYes!ā March threw a fist into the air, ecstatic at the sudden change in plans.Ā She pointed a thumb over at the trailblazer, leaning in to talk behind her other hand.Ā āCaelus has been wanting to meet you, Dan Heng mentions you a lot on the express.āĀ
You felt your cheeks smolder at the suggestion, āHeā¦ does?āĀ
Dan Heng cleared his throat, his own cheeks dusted a matching scarlet, āWe should get going, we donāt want to get caught up in the middle of the lunch rush.āĀ
March gave a cheeky smile, āYeah, yeah, whatever you say, Dan Heng.āĀ
"I'm not exactly sure what you mean by... a 'surprise'."
āA surprise is just something you donāt know about,ā Ā Caelus answered, rather monotone.Ā Ā
Dan Heng grimaced ever so slightly, āIf thatās the case, can I be sure I want to be privy to this...surprise then?ā
March 7th punched her gray-haired raccoon-in-crime in the shoulder.Ā She shot him a stern look, as stern as she could look with her cutesy exterior.Ā Turning her attention back to the man they were trying to convince to head out to the lobby of the Express, she did her best to plead her case, āYouāve been holed up in your room since last week!Ā We just wanted to give you a little gift that might cheer you up a bit.āĀ
He raised a brow quizzically, arms still crossed over his chest.Ā āCan you guarantee this is a gift Iāll like?Ā Or is it going to be something like being invited to you and Himekoās girlsā night again.āĀ
Caelusās head snapped to March.Ā Ā
Said passenger cleared her throat, āThis is something youāll like-āĀ She put a hand on her heart, the other balling into a fist resting on her hip,Ā āI swear it on all my honor!āĀ
Dan Heng looked over them again, gaze swapping between the two incredulously.Ā In the meantime, both of them were sweating bullets.Ā They didnāt know how long they had before āthe surpriseā would arrive at the station. Ā After a drawn out pause, however, he shook his head, āFine, but if itās anything like your previous gifts, this is the last time I trust you.āĀ
Marched pumped a fist into the air with a loud cheer, Caelus, on the other hand, put both hands on Dan Hengās shoulders.Ā He flipped his fellow trailblazer around to face towards the door to his room, all but pushing him.Ā March followed after him excitedly.Ā The one thought running through the guy usually dragged into all their shenanigans was an inner turmoil sparked by the dread swirling through his cranium.Ā Ā
The short walk to the door dividing the lobby and the residential areas of the train was punctuated by Caelus hurriedly covering his eyes.Ā As such, said swirling dread started to elevate into alarm bells sweeping through his nervous system as well.Ā This wasnāt a simple invite to an event or anything of the sort, it was tangible and you could see it.Ā
āIs covering my eyes necessary?āĀ
March confirmed this from behind him, āYes, absolutely necessary!āĀ
As the door to the lobby swung open when they got close enough, he could hear faint chatter from Pom-Pom, Welt, and Himeko through the door.Ā The alarm bells dotting his body seemed to blare all the louder and cast off more red light when the talks quieted down immediately.Ā
His hands balled up into fists at his side, flexing and unflexing as a result of his nerves.Ā Before he could ask any more questions, the hands that were covering his eyes suddenly were retracted.Ā Ā
He blinked a few times, trying to figure out what exactly he was seeing.Ā Okay so, the first elephant in the room.Ā You were in the middle of the parlor car, in your street clothing rather than your uniform.Ā One hand wrapped its fingers around the handle of a rolling suitcase.Ā Your other arm was hanging limp at your side and your posture sort of crumpled in on itself.Ā Even when you spoke, your voice was just a smidge shaky.Ā Ā "Surprise?"
Even though he hadnāt meant to be aggressive in the slightest, his voice was a little bit sharp when he questioned, āWhat are you doing here?ā
In response, your own voice seemed to get stuck in your throat filter, āWell, I-ā You started, making a circular motion with your free hand, āI thought it might be time for me to make some changes in life and I got an invitation from the astral expressā¦āĀ the sentence trailed off afterwards.Ā Ā
āSo youāre sayingā¦āĀ
You shrugged, āI just thought itād be rude since the astral express doesnāt ever really invite anyone to become a passenger and I was already a little bit bored on the Space Station-āĀ You coughed into a fist, āHimeko was the one who reached out originally, stating there was a gap in the Expressās skill set.Ā She said that since I was already a friend, the train would be happy to have me.āĀ Ā
Dan Heng waited for you to continue, but when you didnāt he added in his own little stamp of input.Ā āWhen you said you were moving, you meant you were going to beā¦ joining the express?ā
Your hand finally left your suitcase, held up defensively alongside your free hand, āWell, March told me itād be best to keep it a secret!āĀ You nervously averted eye contact, āWhen I asked Lady Asta whether or not it'd be okay, she agreed itād be a harmless little prank.āĀ Ā
Mr. Yang hummed thoughtfully, āIt seems only you and I were kept in the dark.Ā I only learned there would be a new addition to the crew yesterday.āĀ
Himeko chortled next to him, crossing her legs in her seat, āWell, I guess it slipped my mind.āĀ
You took a deep breath, āI was getting pretty tired of the same wake up, research all day, eat a few times, and then go back to bed.Ā I was always a little bit jealous of all the stories youād tell from your trailblazing expeditions as one of the nameless because Iāve only ever known my home planet and the Station.āĀ You motioned to the navigator of the Astral Express, āHimeko said that there would always going to be new things you all havenāt encountered before, it would be useful to have someone learned in technology that could dissect any new contraptions we came across.āĀ You sighed, āI mightāve jumped the gun a little bit, but can you blame me?āĀ
When you gave him the chance to speak, he immediately asked about the only real concern he had, āBut... your research, you always talked about how important it was to you.āĀ
You nodded, āOh, donāt get me wrong, it's more important to me than life itself. That's why I didn't quit my job, Arlan and Asta pleaded my case to Herta and Iām transitioning to remote work.āĀ You kicked at the air with one foot, āIt also helps that Lady Herta has been interested in expanding her areas of research so she can implement new things into the Simulated Universe.āĀ
Dan Heng took a second to mull it over, āSo youāre going to move onto the express, for good?āĀ
You nodded excitedly, grabbing the handle of your luggage again.
āYes, Iām becoming one of the nameless.ā
"You asked to see me?"
Arlan glanced up from where he was sitting at his desk. Ā Setting down the tablet he was reading a new report on, he pushed it to the side.Ā āSorry, I didnāt expect you to be here so soon.ā Ā He gestured to the seat in front of him, āPlease, have a seat.Ā I just had a couple things I wanted to talk about.āĀ
The archivist nodded, pulling the chair out so he could properly settle in.Ā āOf course.ā Ā Upon seating himself and getting comfortable, he broke the silence again, āWhat is it that you wanted to discuss?āĀ
The head security officer bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to find the most sensitive way to broach the topic.Ā He tapped his finger on the desk, before deciding to rip off the band-aid pretty quickly, āHave you noticed any changes in [name] as of late?āĀ
Dan Heng blinked a couple times.Ā āNot particularly, did you?āĀ
āWell,ā He swallowed, āIām just a little worried about him.Ā I donāt know how heās been doing since he left for the express, but before he left he said some concerning things.Ā I couldnāt tell if he meant them or not.āĀ
In response, Dan Heng tried not to pry too hard.Ā However, since it did concern you, he felt it also concerned him.Ā āWhat kinds of things did he say?āĀ
Arlan paused again, trying to really think things over before making an even bigger deal out of them, āI donāt know if you can call them weird on their own, but he just doesnātā¦ say things like that ever.Ā Itās out of character for him and Iām afraid itāll get worse now that me and Lady Asta wonāt be there to keep him in check.āĀ
āI canāt exactly help if I donāt know what he said,ā Dan Heng reasoned, āThe only real change I noticed was his relationship with his work.Ā Since heās been on the express, heās been working a lot more.Ā Aside from that, he seems to enjoy setting aside time to run around with March and Caelus.Ā I find I have a lot more time alone because it seems theyāve started alternating between the two of us to rope into their schemes.āĀ
Arlan nodded, āI guess that makes me feel a little bit better.āĀ Ā
The other man nodded back at him in response, āStill, what did he say that had you concerned?Ā As one of his friends, I feel obligated to make sure heās alright.āĀ
āWell, I feel a little bit awkward saying it since it was originally about you.āĀ To this, Arlan drummed his fingers on his desk, āIt started a couple days before the two of you went out for the first time to Aurum Alley.Ā He started talking about how he felt he wasnāt cool enough to be around you, that he needed to change somehow so he wouldnāt embarrass you.āĀ
Dan Heng nodded, keeping his mouth shut.Ā
The security officerās frown deepened, āBut it just got worse from there.Ā I donāt want to scare you or anything, but heāsā¦ weird about you-really weird.āĀ Ā
ā...about me specifically?ā Dan Hengās head cautiously leaned to the side.Ā Ā
Arlan bobbed his head up and down quickly, āYeah, just you.āĀ He let his hands go limp on the table, āHeās been doing really good otherwise.Ā Itās just like he took all his unhealthy habits and converted them into these weird thoughts and ideas about you.āĀ He raised one of his hands to count out each of the changes on his fingers, āHeās started eating healthy, eating regularly, working out again, he actually sleeps on time, and heās making friends, arguably heās doing better than he has for a long time.āĀ He leaned his face on his other hand, āBut then heāll start talking about you and itās like a demonās hiding under his tongue.āĀ
The astral express passenger pursed his lips, trying to hide the audible drumming of his heart in his ears.Ā āWell, what kinds of things does he say?āĀ
Arlan paused, chewing on his lip, āHe talks about you like this kind of unattainable goal.āĀ He shifted to rest both his forearms on the table.Ā āThereās just this weird far off look in his eyes and I can tell heās only saying half the stuff on his mind.Ā All these half-baked thoughts about how he doesnāt deserve to hang out with you, muttering about ways he can change himself to be more āworthyā of your time or whatever.Ā Itās scaring me.āĀ
ā...āĀ
ā...I donāt know.āĀ Arlan sighed, āI want to be happy for how much progress heās making but he isnāt making it for himself.āĀ
ā...he really said all those things about me?ā
Arlan seemed a little taken aback, āUh, yeahā¦ he did.āĀ Ā
He swallowed a glob of spit down his throat, āAnd youāre saying all these changes for the better have been because he wants to impress me?āĀ
Arlan took a moment to think before responding.Ā Slowly, he nodded his head, āYeahā¦ itās why I asked if you noticed any changes.Ā He talks about you a lot and you guys seem to be hanging out more than ever.āĀ
āThatāsā¦ a little bit concerning.āĀ
Arlan didnāt answer back immediately.Ā He could feel something was a little bitā¦ off.Ā āYeah, thatāsā¦ kind of why I wanted to bring it up to you.āĀ
Upon hearing the suspicion in the other manās tone, Dan Heng did his best to try and clear the air, āSorry, itāsā¦ just a lot to take in at once.Ā I didnāt expect that was what you wanted to talk about.āĀ
Trying to shake off the unease, the head security officer shrugged, āI could only really imagine.āĀ He sighed, āMy main concern is whether or not heās acting weird on the express.Ā I tried to write it off as him being excited to make a new friend early-on, since I knew he only really had Lady Asta when he arrived on the Space Station.Ā When he started making a lot more friends and he was still acting weird about you, I didnāt really have an excuse for him anymore.āĀ
Dan Heng nodded, āI donāt really think you have to worry anymore.āĀ
Arlan tried to ignore his stomach dropping through the floor. ā...Oh.āĀ
Dan Heng nodded, āI mean to say, he canāt hold me on a pedestal anymore because we are both nameless.Ā He doesnāt have anything to look up to when we are both on equal footing.āĀ
Your former best friend tried to agree, he really wanted to.Ā He wanted to believe that Dan Heng was just innocently naive about the nature of your words and actions, but the archivist wasnāt stupid.Ā He shouldāve obviously known something was wrong.Ā ā...I guess I can see where youāre coming from. But can I just ask one thing of you?ā
Arlan was right to be suspicious, because Dan Heng was only really telling a half-truth.Ā As selfish as it sounded, the nameless was more than happy for this sudden change in circumstance.Ā Ā
The archivist hummed, "Of course."
"Be careful." Arlan paused before continuing, "I know you might think you'd be able to handle it if he gets out of control, but he's a lot stronger than he looks. He's been working out too and I'm scared he might... end up becoming dangerous."
Instead of further pushing the conversation, the express passenger acknowledged his worry. "I can see where you're coming from. But, I feel that he's starting to mellow out. He's not just spending time hanging around me or anyone on the express in particular. I promise that you don't need to keep worrying about him."
Even as he tried to convince Arlan that his intentions for encouraging him to trust in the express were pure, he knew that he was only making excuses. If the head security officer chose to peel back just a couple more of the layers to his act, he would find the man's true thoughts.
āYou donāt need to worry about him, because feeling like that is normal, isnāt it?Ā I feel the same way.ā
"Oh, the group already headed out for the Festival. Did you plan on telling them something before they left?"
You stood near Himekoās coffee maker, cradling one of the many mugs youād brought with you to the express. Judging by the steam wafting off the top of the coffee, youād just freshly brewed yourself a drink and were getting ready to retreat back into your hastily thrown together room to continue working on some kind of research project.
Dan Heng, on the other hand, hadnāt been doing anything in particular before the conversation. Fresh out of his room, he'd opted to leave his heavy coat hung up. āNo, not in particular.ā
You tilted your head, eyes still focusing on your hot beverage, āAlright, is there any particular reason why you asked if they were gone yet?ā
āWell, the two of us are alone on the entire express. The residential compartment is completely cleared outā¦ā. He trailed off his sentence, crossing his arms across his chest.
You raised your brow curiously, setting your drink down on the counter to go about swapping the coffee filter. āYeahā¦? I guess we are.ā
Dan Heng chewed on the inside of his cheek, āWell, if we were going to do anything that might necessitate being alone, now would be the best time since everyone else is at the Charmony Festival.ā
Your cheeks flushed pink, āI guess, but I can't really think of anything that the two of us would do, that is unless youāre going into another heat?ā You murmured to nobody in particular, āMost reptilian species only have a mating period during a certain season though.ā
āDo youā¦ā he paused, considering his words carefully, āDo you think that would be the only time I'd be interested in doing something like that?ā
You could feel a tingly warmth creep up your neck, āW-Well,ā you dropped the used filter in the trash can. āThat was the last time we did anything like that and I just thought, yāknowā¦ā
Dan Hengās lips pulled into a tight line, āIf I wasn't going into heat? If I just wanted to sleep together?ā
You faced away from him, rummaging through the cabinets for the coffee grounds. āI-ā You fumbled with the satchel, grasping a new filter with your other hand,
āI wouldn't say noā¦?ā
"Ahn~ Right there, right there, right thererightthere-"
His fingers dug into the spots of your headboard right next to your skull, chest pushed forward and hips angled backward to form a beautifully lewd arch.
You gave another pointed jolt of your hips, positively radiant when Dan Heng exploded into shudders of ecstasy. Thighs shaking, he did his best to try and encourage them to lift a little. When he reached as high as he knew he could get, he dropped his hips back down onto yours rather unceremoniously with a pornographic mewl.
Despite the drool leaking down his chin, you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. The moment your mouth was on his, it seemed almost like a silent invitation. Even with the lack of any real stimulation, he hands transferred from the cracked and scarred wood to your shoulders. He groaned into your mouth tracing his left handās pointer finger over your exposed collarbone.
Even with the building fatigue burning through his lower half, he did his best to pick himself up again. Your hands slithered from squeezing his love handles to gripping the curve of his ass. Supporting his hips, your arm strength added to the diminishing strength in his legs, dragging his insides up your length before slamming him back down to meet your pelvis forcefully.
āOh~ā he let out an airy moan, expertly swiping his finger along the dip in your skin from your collarbone up to the side of the neck. Instead of focusing on further chasing his release again, he leaned down to plant a sloppy, wet kiss on the side of your neck just underneath where the pads of his fingers rested on your pulse point.
You squirmed from the foreign sensation of the drool trailing down the sensitive skin, unexpectedly squeezing his ass in response. He smiled against your neck, shameless while he trailed a forked tongue over the artery hidden beneath your skin.
You weren't used to the sudden spark of confidence, shying away from his excessive touch with a quiet, nervous embarrassment. Your hands trailed back towards his waistline, pulling him up by the tempting dip in his figure, only to slam him back down again. When you were rewarded with a breathless, blissed call of your name, you didn't hesitate to do it again.
Before long, it seemed the two of you didn't have any thoughts running through your head but the desires of the flesh.
Firmly planting your feet on the mattress, the two of you seemed to get lost in the sudden plowing of your cock even deeper into his ass. The combined force of his weight, gravity, and your own aggressive rhythm contributing to the growing bulge of your tip just below the center of his abs, you felt lost to the sensations. Even in your sex-drunk haze, you didn't fail to realize the heightened nature of his vocals, it seemed his voice box was all but tearing itself apart with each of the punched out shrieks he pushed out right into your ear.
Even stranger, instead of moving his hips in tandem with yours, he seemed extremely fixated on the specific, certain spot of your neck heād laid claim to just a few short moments earlier. With each drawn out groan forced out of his mouth, he lavished his affections on the same spot. Kissing the same point over and over in a silent worship.
The tips of your ears burning a stark red vermillion, you let a shaky roll of your hips smack into his insides especially sharp, āShihittt~ā In your attempt to combat the sensation, your face burned a deeper crimson when he moaned directly into your ear.
Even after a particularly harsh thrust, it seemed he was still dead set on focusing on that one specific point on your neck. With all the kisses suctioned to that specific square of flesh, the skin bruised a shy pink hue, and it only seemed to further encourage him.
In response, you gripped one of the horns on the crown of his head to finally get him to put his lips elsewhere. Peppering shy, messy, saliva-soaked kisses to an eager and hungry mouth you could feel your pace speed up as you crept up higher and higher towards your peak. His face contorted in the shape of each electric current of ecstasy wrapping itself like a cord up his spinal column. Even if he wanted to let out more pathetic whimpers and sobs, he couldn't find the strength to pull away from equally addictive kisses.
Shyly, you pried open his lips with your tongue. He reciprocated with a tantalizing whine, further welcoming you into his mouth. Without any delay, you dragged your tongue over the roof of his mouth, swirling your spit with his right on top of his Jacobson organ.
He shook in blissed out euphoria, brain flashing a blinding white before he pulled away from the kiss specifically to shriek your name. Pushing his chest up against yours, his arms bent awkwardly from where they were positioned on your upper body. Again he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, nipping at the same patch of wet, pinkening skin with the tips of his fangs.
You grunted, only further confused as he moved from just barely scraping fangs over your jugular to starting to suck a hickey into the raw redness.
In the haze of sex, the overloading of the nerves in just one spot only seemed to further stack on top of eachother in a salacious torture. It felt so good, it was starting to burn. Instead of trying to coax him off the spot, the flexing and twitching of his own neck muscles only seemed to become more and more inviting.
Ultimately, you tried licking a stripe up the same artery in Dan Heng's neck, rewarded with a delicious squeak. His teeth caught on your skin, only further amplifying the dizzying haze and spin that seemed to capture the rest of the world.
A few short seconds later, he pulled his mouth off your neck just a few sparingly merciful breaths away, āClohhsseeee, cuhlossseee-ā He seized up in another mewl, lower back arching to push himself even closer to your pelvis. āPlehease~ Can I, can I, can I-ā With another press of the tip of your dick straight into his prostate, he threw his head back with a scream. Still, determined for some kind of permission, he opened his mouth to keep babbling impossibly loud, ācan I, can I, canicanican-ā
Eyes shut as you sped up to chase your own orgasm, you finally nodded your head in the crook of his neck. āYes, yes, yes-ā
He keened at the go ahead, once again rushing to bury his nose against the abused, purpled, and irritated skin on the side of your neck. Instead of continuing to suck more and more hickies into the canvas laid before him, he opened his mouth wide before injecting his extremely long, needle-like fangs deep into the side of your neck, just barely missing one of the most crucial arteries in your body. The taste of your blood hitting his tongue caused another loud squeal to spill from his lips before he got impossibly tighter and creamed all over both of your stomachs.
You seized up, hips stuttering from the sudden all-consuming pain stemming from your injury before unloading into his awaiting body. In your shock, you couldn't even think about how to ask him what just happened. Even then, you weren't sure you wanted to know.
As the two of you laid there, sweaty and spent, he continued to nurse the wound with the gentle ticklish touch of his forked tongue. Two large, heavily bleeding openings in your neck, he nuzzled up against like they were all he had left.
What your knowledge failed to encompass, Dan Hengās instincts didn't fail to fawn over. Something the two of you hadn't covered in your research were the mating rituals of the Vidyadhara. Three things were of specific relevance.
One, Vidyadharas mate for life, and the span of multiple lives should time and memory allow it.
Two, mating must be done with permission.
Three, mating is officiated with a mark in a visible area, popularly the neck.
He ran his fingers over the dripping red pouring from the side of your neck. A happy trill resounded from the back of his throat as he lapped it up with his tongue again, drinking in the groan of discomfort and the explosive shivers that wracked your body.
...
...Perhaps it would also be important to mention, mating marks were permanent.
There's a note on the side of the phone booth, read it?
" every time I say I'm going to update the same day, I end up either procrastinating or rewriting the same scene 7 times because I can't figure out what I want to happen specifically "
Guys say thank u to my cousin she brought me papa John's halfway through writing the smut scene
For clarification, yes, Dan Heng specifically asked the reader character to sleep with him so he could bite him, sue me, I will speak my minx dan heng TRUTH
anyways, I have 2 important announcements!!!
1. I AM A MAN WITH 300 FOLLOWERS WE'RE HAVING AN EVENT
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All I know is there's going to be anywhere from 15-30 slots (one slot for every 20 - 10 followers), it's going to be shorter form content like drabbles, headcanons, or imagines, and I'm thinking it'll be an AU of some kind???
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I'm going to be updating it with my writings from here and then I might also start planning and concepting a full-length book? I don't know how my update schedule will look after I do that but good luck to me (I cannot shut up when I start writing)
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content warning: 18+ NSFW, šššš, gay sex, anal penetration, monster anatomy (specifically dragon anatomy), unsafe sex (cover your stump before you hump), mutual pining, mutual obsession, yandere themes, male reader, amab reader, yandere reader, yandere character, talks of mating rituals, biting, just a wee bit of blood, codependency, obsessive behavior, a lot of concerning talk but if you look at it from afar it's actually not that bad they just match each other's freak really well, march 7th, himeko, and caelus as the best enabler wingmen ever
" welcome back caller @hikarisecret! connecting your line as we speak! "
"Would you happen to be interested in meeting up more often?"
He immediately stopped in place.
Nervously, you twiddled your thumbs from the doorway to your small office.
It'd been about a month since you'd help Dan Heng get through his early heat. You'd let contact drop for a couple weeks, something he'd known would probably happen but also something he'd desperately hoped wouldn't occur. He'd only really spoken to you for an extended period of time on a handful of occasions. Being one of the few researchers that followed a path aside from the endless pursuit of knowledge, he was curious.
So maybe he'd always had a little bit of a crush, but March always called you "eye candy" for when they stopped at the Space Station. It never progressed any further than a couple chats, some red cheeks, and a some pleasantries here and there.
Then the Antimatter League wormed its way into the station and there you were, at the forefront of the evacuation efforts. Instead of being an aloof, distant researcher with a mind that was roaming the stars, you were alert and concentrated. You were so quick to help, it seemed you hadn't really wrapped your head around the imminent danger right in front of you.
That was truly when his little crush turned into something a little bit more than he was prepared to handle.
He was asking for you around the station when he had the chance, after all he was too shy to approach someone randomly and start interrogating them on the whereabouts of their coworker. He also knew he was a little bit more intimidating and came off as cold to most.
His inquiries actually did the opposite of what he had hoped. Knowing he was looking around for you, he thought you might be inclined to make yourself more available to maybe slack off occasionally or just stick around and chat for a few minutes. Instead of that happening, it seemed the more people seemed to remember your existence, the more people tried to look for you.
It was never out of malice, of course, they just remembered they had a less than social coworker. They'd make the effort to say hello to you in the halls, stop in at your office to say hi and maybe bring a coffee every now and then. But it seemed you were less than eager to entertain anyone when you were constantly burying your head in your studies.
Eventually, when your coworkers would stop in at your office, they'd find you weren't there. You were constantly switching between different labs and areas to conduct tests and gather data to solidify your latest thesis. Instead of becoming more social, easier to find, it seemed you retreated even further into your shell and avoided coming into contact with anyone else all together. Trying to find you became akin to trying to hold sand in a sieve.
That was precisely why he was so surprised when you suddenly invited him for a meeting to discuss the Vidyadhara of the Xianzhou Alliance. As soon as they were back on the Astral Express, it seemed someone managed to whisper enough information into your ear to pique your interest in the species. As of now, he had his theories, but he couldn't figure out whether it was Caelus or March that let everything slip.
When you invited him back to your office after what happened to continue your little conversation, he briefly wondered if this was a little bit too good to be true. While yes, you were nothing if not a dedicated genealogy researcher, that didn't stop him from wondering if you might have different intentions.
The last time he'd been in your office, the two of you were stuck in bed for nearly a week for his heat period. Inviting him back to your office again seemed a little bit too much like an invitation after too little time to be considered a coincidence. Did you want to get him in your bed again? Did you plan on trying to get something out of him now that you knew he actively fantasized about you on his lonesome? Then again, he realized he didn't really care if the answer to either of those questions was yes.
Of course, none of his suspicions were confirmed to be true.
You were professional, almost disappointingly so. Everything you asked him was less than personal, all aimed towards furthering your understanding of the Xianzhou Alliance as a whole. You finished your round of questions about his biology, and then you moved on to culture and social etiquette.
When you offered to walk him back to the docking area, he felt a little bit hopeless. No more closeness in conversation, it seemed you severed all intimacy the moment he wasn't in heat anymore.
But now, you stood in front of him, nervous and asking if he wanted to see you again?
'Yes, yes, yes, yes,' He would love to see you again, especially if it was for something that wasn't work related.
He would take what he could get in general. If you asked him to be your lab assistant or something, he would be so much more than just happy to say yes. Whatever time you wanted to spend with him, he would make himself available.
But he was just as socially inept as you were; Dan Heng sat in a slack-jawed stupor as he tried to his best to piece together sentences with the little fragments of thoughts swirling around in a white flurry. His mouth opened; he tried to talk, but every time he tried to make any statements, he doubled back and retracted it in favor of trying to think of something better to say.
At his reaction, you waved it off disappointedly. "Forget it, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought-" You cut yourself off again, biting the inside of your cheek.
It seemed the archivist finally managed to recompose himself, "No, I-" He paused, trying to put his feelings into words, "I'm just surprised you wanted to spend time together. I assumed that once you gathered the relevant information, we would go back to being acquaintances that didn't speak very often."
You shook your head, awkwardly trying to lighten the mood with a strained laugh, "I'll admit that's what I planned to do a month ago, but before we.." you trailed off, "...y'know, you mentioned that I only seemed to talk to you when I needed something from the astral express archives. I didn't really think it would be fair of me to keep exploiting your kindness like that."
He shook his head, "The archives are always open to whoever wishes to read them, I didn't mean to make it sound like you were taking advantage of anything."
You chewed on the inside of your lip this time, trying to think of a way to put it into words. "Well, it's not just that I realized I was benefitting from your kindness without putting any real effort back in, the thought occurred to me... I just don't speak to anyone outside of when I need to know something."
He remained quiet.
To thin out the building tension, you added on, "Arlan's told me before that it's really not healthy to live that way." You clasped your hands behind your back, "I thought since you mentioned being upset with the fact that we don't ever get to talk, maybe spending time together would be a good opportunity for me to start reintegrating into a more social scene?"
"Oh."
You nodded, "I apologize if it seems like I'm just trying to use you, I truly do want to become friends." You kicked at nothing in particular on the ground, averting eye contact. "I'm just afraid I don't know how to be friends with anyone anymore."
He let the silence take the place of the conversation. It wasn't that he was thinking about whether or not he wanted to take you up on your offer, it was how to do it elegantly without seeming desperate.
You bit the inside of your cheek, "You don't have to make the decision now, I just thought it would come off as insincere if I asked over text."
After another pause, he bobbed his head up and down slowly. "I don't know if I'm the right person to ask, but if you're asking me to be your friend, I won't say no."
"Mr. Yang, do you know what's wrong with Dan Heng?"
March played with the hem of her skirt, nerves clear and obvious to all three trailblazers in the room, "I was going to ask him if he wanted to go back to Belobog with me and Caelus, but his door's locked."
Welt hummed, "It could well be related to all that transpired on the Xianzhou. It may be best if you leave him to his thoughts."
March shook her head adamantly, "No, it can't be! He just made a trip to the Space Station a few days ago." She put her hands on her hips, "Besides, even when he's in a bad mood, he doesn't lock his door. He's always weirdly strict on insisting everyone has access to the archives."
He nodded again, putting a contemplative hand on his chin. "That is true." He offered another idea, "Well, did the two of you think to ask him? Perhaps he'd answer if you sent him a text."
"March wanted to yell at him through the door, but we thought it might be better to see if anyone knew anything first," Caelus countered.
Mr. Yang nodded, "Have you consulted Himeko? She's a little bit closer to Dan Heng than I am, she might be able to offer more perspective on the situation."
March 7th nodded enthusiastically, "Thanks, Mr. Yang!"
He nodded, returning to staring at the expanse of stars just past his fingertips outside the glass windows of the express. "It's no problem, let me know if there's any serious updates on the situation."
As the two younger and less experienced nameless made their way towards Himeko's desk at the back of the express, March did her best to try and put together the pieces in her head. While it wasn't clear whether or not she was trying to start a dialogue with Caelus, the timeline went as such.
Dan Heng is revealed to be the Imbibitor Lunae while on the Xianzhou Alliance's ship.
He resolves the crisis with Phantylia resulting in the lifting of his banishment from the Xianzhou.
He sticks around on the Alliance to deal with matters relating to his past life's status as the High Elder of the Vidyadhara.
He makes a trip to Herta's Space Station for mysterious reasons that nobody knows.
He makes it back to the express, he locks himself in his room.
Before the two of them can realize the glaringly obvious hole in the timeline, they're stood in front of Himeko's desk. March, as always, is the one to officially start the questioning. "Himeko! Have you noticed anything weird about the way Dan Heng's been acting lately?"
After taking another drawn out sip of her coffee, she hummed... "I suppose I have, but he's also just come back from a place with what I can only assume is a lot of bad memories. I'm sure if he's given a little bit of space, he'll be back to the same old Dan Heng in no time."
March 7th pursed her lips, "I would agree with you if this wasn't so weird!" She crossed her arms, "He doesn't ever lock his door! Not when he's in a bad mood, not even when he's changing for crying out loud!"
Himeko nodded, bringing her mug back up to her lips silently. "I guess that is a little bit weird... do you two happen to have any idea what he's been up to lately?"
"Well, when we all boarded the Express again, he made a stop at the Herta Space Station. We could be looking at this all wrong." Caelus crossed his arms, "Maybe instead of something happening on the Xianzhou, something happened at the Space Station. He was there about a month ago and then again a few days ago. I think he stayed for around a week the first time."
The moment the words passed the newest addition to the astral express's lips, both women paused in their tracks.
"..."
"..."
Himeko was the first to break the silence, lowering her "lifeblood" back onto its coaster on her desk. "March, you don't think... do you?"
Immediately, after Himeko broke the silence, March 7th let a happy squeal and started waving her hands around, "Oh, my, aeons! Himeko, do you know what this means?!"
Caelus could only look between the two of them in complete and utter confusion. "Am I missing something?"
Before Himeko could answer any potential questions, March was already running back towards the archivist's locked door, yelling his name at the top of her lungs, "Dan Heng, you sly dog!"
Caelus could only look back at Himeko with a brow raised.
She cleared her throat, "Well, I guess now is a better time than never to find out."
"Find out?" He voice trailed up at the end, "Find out what?"
Himeko put her hands on her desk, "Well... Dan Heng, as you know, is not always the most approachable person." She drummed her nails on the desk, "But it happens even he isn't immune to his emotions."
The trailblazer paused, "So Dan Heng's acting like this cause he likes someone? And they work at the space station?"
Himeko nodded her head, gesturing towards the hallway. "I'd tell you more, but it seems March is pretty intent on getting those answers out of him for herself."
Caelus nodded, uncrossing his arms. "Well, can I ask you a question?"
Himeko nodded, turning back to her monitor and gripping her mug of coffee once again. "Sure, go ahead." She lifted it to her lips, taking in a long swig.
"Is it that one guy March started texting about Vidyadharas?"
Immediately, she let out a strangled noise into her drink.
Were you even the same person?
"Arlan? Arlan!"
You snapped your fingers in front of his face, "Earth to Arlan? Hello?"
He shook his head back and forth, trying to snap out of the mini daze he was in. "I- Yeah, sorry. You're just... different, is all."
You raised your brow, looking down at your uniform. You pulled at your collar, "Did Miss Asta's suggestions really do all that much? I don't think I look too different."
Arlan's brows creased at a point on his forehead. "I guess they did, work-life balance looks good on you."
Instead of the barely alive looking researcher he constantly found himself hanging out with, it looked as if you were glowing in the fluorescent light of the cafeteria.
You nodded, "You know, I feel a lot better than I usually do." You paused, poking at your well-portioned and prepared meal in front of you, "Sometimes I still feel guilty about how little work I get done in comparison to when I didn't focus on the little things."
Arlan was quick to agree, "Yeah, I understand the feeling." He picked at his own food, eating a mouthful of the fried-rice Lady Asta loved so much. "Still, if you're looking better and feeling better, you're doing better all around."
For the first time since you set foot on the station, you'd taken the week off under the guidance of Lead Researcher Asta. She always scolded your ear off for working your fingers to brittle bone, but it seemed when you actually took her recommendations to heart, something in you fundamentally shifted.
Instead of skipping sleep to observe DNA strands for a few extra hours near midnight? You were turning in at a specified time every night and waking up at the appropriate hour the next morning. It was the first time you'd really grown accustomed to the sound of your phone alarm. Usually, you didn't sleep for 48 hours and then you would crash for 16.
Instead of getting so absorbed in your research you were forgetting to eat, you set aside the new found time taken away from research to make yourself a healthy, nutritious meal for each sitting of the day. You made yourself a breakfast that would warm up well in the morning, made yourself a hearty lunch to make sure you had enough energy to get through the day, and then a light dinner to make sure your digestive system wouldn't have to go into overdrive while you slept.
Originally, when you read up on self-care, you weren't all too sure you could make all the changes without some kind of drastic shift in your schedule immediately. But you were determined, you wouldn't let your social life pass you by any longer!
Instead of shying away from the challenge, you started small. You'd implement times in your routine where you would regularly stop and eat based on timers on your phone. You set an alarm for yourself to remind yourself it was time to stop working and go home.
Then, when you finally were ready to make the big leap, you consulted Asta and managed to get her to pull a few strings to get you some time off.
You took your week off to strengthen all of your healthy habits and kill off all the bad ones. You didn't have the opportunity to neglect yourself when it really was the only thing you could do. You started working out again to pass the time, you even got Arlan to drop Peppy off to keep you company when he was getting to be a handful around the station.
Arlan took a moment to thoroughly chew his food and swallow it, "As happy as I am that you're finally seeing the light, what exactly prompted all this change?"
You paused, seemingly chewing your own food slower in response. "Well, I want to start trying to make more friends."
He raised a brow, "I guess it's usually easier to make friends if you're taking care of yourself."
You nodded, "I mean, yeah, but I didn't really feel the need to look or feel better because I was really focused on my work and stuff like that." You averted your eyes, "You have to promise not to laugh at me if I tell you this."
Arlan could only feel himself getting more suspicious by the second, "Okay... I won't laugh at you. But why would I laugh at you?"
"I'm a little pathetic," you laughed, awkwardly at best. "I-". You paused again, taking a deep breath, "I don't know, I set up to meet with this guy in Aurum Alley on the Xianzhou Alliance ship and I didn't want him to have to walk around with someone that looked like a walking corpse. You and Asta always joke that I'm the walking dead and I-"
Arlan held up his hand, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lot to unpack to start off with." You blinked at him, snapping your jaw shut immediately. "Me and Asta only joke about that because you treat yourself like you want to be walking corpse. You hardly take care of yourself."
You nodded, swallowing a glob of spit.
"Second of all," he picked up another spoonful of rice, "Who are you meeting? Why do you think you need to change yourself to be good enough to just walk around someplace with him?"
You sighed, "That's the problem, I don't really know." You poked at your food with your fork, "He's just really cool. He's got a lot of friends and he has a really exciting life but he kind of just chooses to try and hang out with me. I don't really think I'm worth that much effort and yet he goes out of his way to try and look for me? It just feels like I'm letting him down if I don't put in the same kind of effort."
Arlan's face scrunched up, "Are you talking about Dan Heng?"
You tilted your head, "How did you know?"
"Well, he kind of follows you around like a lost puppy dog." He took another bite of his food, "He's not gonna care whether or not your eyebags are darker or if you're a little bit on the thinner side. He's already long decided he wants to be around you even at you worst."
You bit your lip, considering it for a moment. "I don't know what it is, but I feel like if anything goes wrong in Aurum Alley it's going to be life-ruining."
"What do you mean by that?" He frowned, "That... sounds really ominous."
You held your head in your free hand, "I don't know, I just feel like if he thinks I'm weird or disgusting or anything like that I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
"Hey, let's back it up." Arlan set his spoon down on the table, "It's just a meet-up with a guy, nothing's going to happen if your date fails. If you have an awful date, there's always going to be the chance to make it up the next time. Besides, as long as you two are good spirited about it, there's no such thing as a bad date unless he like... I don't know, poisons you or something."
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, thinking it over.
For the first time during the entire conversation, you looked him directly in the eyes.
"...I just feel like letting go after getting in this close isn't an option anymore."
"March? Caelus?"
Said girl nervously laughed, shrinking behind the newspaper she was trying to hide her face in.Ā āUh ohā¦ā
Next to her, Caelus shook his head, āBusted.āĀ
Dan Heng stood, a little bit behind you, huffing through his nose.Ā While he didnāt say anything momentarily, the nature of his expression indicated he was more than just cross with the other nameless tag-alongs.Ā āWhat are the both of you doing in Aurum Alley?Ā I thought you both said you were busy today.āĀ
March quickly went to defend herself, folding the rather large newspaper shut.Ā āWe are busy! Weā¦ just happen to be busy here!āĀ
Next to her, Caelus nodded his head intently.Ā Ā
His arms across his chest, the tail trailing from his lower back smacked against the ground in an annoyed fashion.Ā He tapped his finger on his forearm a couple times, āWhat exactly are the two of you busy with?Ā This is the one day I told the both of you I would be visiting the Xianzhou Alliance.ā
While nobody outright accused each other of anything, the implication was clear.Ā March 7th and Caelus were here because they knew Dan Heng would be on a date.Ā They were only here because they knew he would be on a date.Ā Instead of just checking in on him, they took it upon themselves to follow their fellow passenger and his unfortunate partner around. Ā With all the tension that started to blot the air like little rain clouds, you took it upon yourself to try and cut through it.Ā āArenāt you in charge of commerce in Aurum Alley?Ā I heard from one of my coworkers that his wife has started ordering from the Food Stand here.āĀ
Automatically picking up on your out, Caelus nodded, āI was, but I handed it off to the Commerce Guildās acting president.Ā She, uh-āĀ He sputtered over his words, āShe asked for some help packing up a few Starskiffs and March didnāt have anything to do today, soā¦ she tagged along?āĀ
You nodded, a little bit shyly, āSpeaking of which, have you tried any of the food from the stand?Ā Iāve heard they recently upgraded their entertainment, but I havenāt heard much about the food quality.āĀ
March excitedly added in her two cents, āOh! Me and Caelus were about to head that way!Ā He said that the Tall Auntie running the place usually has some freebies for him since he helped the store set-up their take-out ordering system!āĀ
Your eyes glinted excitedly, āReally?Ā I didnāt hear about that part.āĀ You clasped your hands together, āYou really live up to all the rumors I hear on the station.Ā Didnāt you also set up the marketing campaign with the current High Elder of the Vidyadhara?ā
Before he could answer, Dan Heng waved the pair off with a hand. āIām sure we can continue this conversation some time later.Ā They said they were busy, we wouldnāt want to make them late to anything.āĀ
March was quick to interject, āActually! Weāre going on a lunch break real quick!āĀ She turned to Caelus, putting a hand on his shoulder, āRight?ā
He nodded again, āWe should all go to Tall Auntyās Food Stand.āĀ
You opened your mouth to voice your agreement before your companion cut in, āNo need, we planned on grabbing lunch later.āĀ
You looked at him, blinking a couple times.Ā Before you could say anything, March was already up in arms.Ā āIt wouldnāt hurt you guys to move up your lunch plans, besides, this is our only lunch break until we have to go back to work!ā
Instead of confirming or denying Marchās statement, the trailblazer stood back and simply listened to the argument.Ā You chose to do the same.Ā Ā
Dan Heng, on the other hand, let more displeasure drip into his expression.Ā āWe didnāt plan on running into each other while we were out, your plans and our plans happen to be different.Ā We can arrange another time for the four of us to get lunch at the food stall.ā
March put her hands on her hips, āWell, you guys are just hanging out, right?Ā It couldnāt hurt to just push back those plans to roam so you can spare some time to talk with friends.āĀ When she didnāt get any response from Dan Heng, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, āPlease?Ā Pretty please?Ā Itās been so long since all of us have seen each other!āĀ
āHmph.āĀ
The person youād originally come to Aurum Alley with was unmoved by her earnest plea, but you were somewhat swayed.Ā Your face twisted in sympathy.Ā ā...Maybe it wouldnāt hurt to just go out to lunch with them this once.Ā Aurum Alley will still be here when we get done eating, I havenāt had the time to meet up with March lately or even get to know Caelus.Ā It might be good for me to make more friends.āĀ
He opened his mouth to protest, but he was cut off by March.Ā She threw her arm over your shoulder, āSee? He gets it!āĀ
You curled in on yourself from the sudden change in position, leaning to the side a bit so she could actually hook her forearm around your biceps. Caelus finally decided now would be the best time to contribute to the conversation, āI donāt think Iāve talked to [name] before, Iāve been curious about their work since Lady Asta, Herta, and Arlan seem to hold him in high regard as a researcher.āĀ
You shook your head, putting your hands up.Ā You were a little scrunched in the position, āOh, please donāt misunderstand, Iām really nothing all that special.āĀ
March shook her head, āNonsense, youāre one of the best at the Space Station!Ā I heard you used to help a lot of interns before you started focusing on Genealogy!āĀ
You crumpled in on yourself, āWell, thatās usually the usual career path for researchers at the station in general.Ā Before we find our specialized area of research, you generalize and if anyone asks you to train them, you train them.āĀ Scratching your chin nervously, āBesides, Iāve kind of put work on the back burner in favor of trying to take better care of myself.āĀ
āOh! Iād been meaning to ask about that, your skin is glowing!ā March added,Ā āI remember Asta always used to call you some kind of zombie whenever you came up in conversation.āĀ
Caelus tilted his head to the side, āReally?āĀ
Your cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, āYeah, everyone says I look really different now.Ā I usually get a lot more comments about how thereās more color in my skin or something along those lines.ā
The conversation went on for a little longer before Dan Heng sighed, he pressed a couple of his fingers to his temple.Ā āI-ā He closed his mouth, pinching the skin of his lip between his upper and lower set of teeth.Ā ā-I guess getting lunch together wouldnāt change our plans all that much.ā
āYes!ā March threw a fist into the air, ecstatic at the sudden change in plans.Ā She pointed a thumb over at the trailblazer, leaning in to talk behind her other hand.Ā āCaelus has been wanting to meet you, Dan Heng mentions you a lot on the express.āĀ
You felt your cheeks smolder at the suggestion, āHeā¦ does?āĀ
Dan Heng cleared his throat, his own cheeks dusted a matching scarlet, āWe should get going, we donāt want to get caught up in the middle of the lunch rush.āĀ
March gave a cheeky smile, āYeah, yeah, whatever you say, Dan Heng.āĀ
"I'm not exactly sure what you mean by... a 'surprise'."
āA surprise is just something you donāt know about,ā Ā Caelus answered, rather monotone.Ā Ā
Dan Heng grimaced ever so slightly, āIf thatās the case, can I be sure I want to be privy to this...surprise then?ā
March 7th punched her gray-haired raccoon-in-crime in the shoulder.Ā She shot him a stern look, as stern as she could look with her cutesy exterior.Ā Turning her attention back to the man they were trying to convince to head out to the lobby of the Express, she did her best to plead her case, āYouāve been holed up in your room since last week!Ā We just wanted to give you a little gift that might cheer you up a bit.āĀ
He raised a brow quizzically, arms still crossed over his chest.Ā āCan you guarantee this is a gift Iāll like?Ā Or is it going to be something like being invited to you and Himekoās girlsā night again.āĀ
Caelusās head snapped to March.Ā Ā
Said passenger cleared her throat, āThis is something youāll like-āĀ She put a hand on her heart, the other balling into a fist resting on her hip,Ā āI swear it on all my honor!āĀ
Dan Heng looked over them again, gaze swapping between the two incredulously.Ā In the meantime, both of them were sweating bullets.Ā They didnāt know how long they had before āthe surpriseā would arrive at the station. Ā After a drawn out pause, however, he shook his head, āFine, but if itās anything like your previous gifts, this is the last time I trust you.āĀ
Marched pumped a fist into the air with a loud cheer, Caelus, on the other hand, put both hands on Dan Hengās shoulders.Ā He flipped his fellow trailblazer around to face towards the door to his room, all but pushing him.Ā March followed after him excitedly.Ā The one thought running through the guy usually dragged into all their shenanigans was an inner turmoil sparked by the dread swirling through his cranium.Ā Ā
The short walk to the door dividing the lobby and the residential areas of the train was punctuated by Caelus hurriedly covering his eyes.Ā As such, said swirling dread started to elevate into alarm bells sweeping through his nervous system as well.Ā This wasnāt a simple invite to an event or anything of the sort, it was tangible and you could see it.Ā
āIs covering my eyes necessary?āĀ
March confirmed this from behind him, āYes, absolutely necessary!āĀ
As the door to the lobby swung open when they got close enough, he could hear faint chatter from Pom-Pom, Welt, and Himeko through the door.Ā The alarm bells dotting his body seemed to blare all the louder and cast off more red light when the talks quieted down immediately.Ā
His hands balled up into fists at his side, flexing and unflexing as a result of his nerves.Ā Before he could ask any more questions, the hands that were covering his eyes suddenly were retracted.Ā Ā
He blinked a few times, trying to figure out what exactly he was seeing.Ā Okay so, the first elephant in the room.Ā You were in the middle of the parlor car, in your street clothing rather than your uniform.Ā One hand wrapped its fingers around the handle of a rolling suitcase.Ā Your other arm was hanging limp at your side and your posture sort of crumpled in on itself.Ā Even when you spoke, your voice was just a smidge shaky.Ā Ā "Surprise?"
Even though he hadnāt meant to be aggressive in the slightest, his voice was a little bit sharp when he questioned, āWhat are you doing here?ā
In response, your own voice seemed to get stuck in your throat filter, āWell, I-ā You started, making a circular motion with your free hand, āI thought it might be time for me to make some changes in life and I got an invitation from the astral expressā¦āĀ the sentence trailed off afterwards.Ā Ā
āSo youāre sayingā¦āĀ
You shrugged, āI just thought itād be rude since the astral express doesnāt ever really invite anyone to become a passenger and I was already a little bit bored on the Space Station-āĀ You coughed into a fist, āHimeko was the one who reached out originally, stating there was a gap in the Expressās skill set.Ā She said that since I was already a friend, the train would be happy to have me.āĀ Ā
Dan Heng waited for you to continue, but when you didnāt he added in his own little stamp of input.Ā āWhen you said you were moving, you meant you were going to beā¦ joining the express?ā
Your hand finally left your suitcase, held up defensively alongside your free hand, āWell, March told me itād be best to keep it a secret!āĀ You nervously averted eye contact, āWhen I asked Lady Asta whether or not it'd be okay, she agreed itād be a harmless little prank.āĀ Ā
Mr. Yang hummed thoughtfully, āIt seems only you and I were kept in the dark.Ā I only learned there would be a new addition to the crew yesterday.āĀ
Himeko chortled next to him, crossing her legs in her seat, āWell, I guess it slipped my mind.āĀ
You took a deep breath, āI was getting pretty tired of the same wake up, research all day, eat a few times, and then go back to bed.Ā I was always a little bit jealous of all the stories youād tell from your trailblazing expeditions as one of the nameless because Iāve only ever known my home planet and the Station.āĀ You motioned to the navigator of the Astral Express, āHimeko said that there would always going to be new things you all havenāt encountered before, it would be useful to have someone learned in technology that could dissect any new contraptions we came across.āĀ You sighed, āI mightāve jumped the gun a little bit, but can you blame me?āĀ
When you gave him the chance to speak, he immediately asked about the only real concern he had, āBut... your research, you always talked about how important it was to you.āĀ
You nodded, āOh, donāt get me wrong, it's more important to me than life itself. That's why I didn't quit my job, Arlan and Asta pleaded my case to Herta and Iām transitioning to remote work.āĀ You kicked at the air with one foot, āIt also helps that Lady Herta has been interested in expanding her areas of research so she can implement new things into the Simulated Universe.āĀ
Dan Heng took a second to mull it over, āSo youāre going to move onto the express, for good?āĀ
You nodded excitedly, grabbing the handle of your luggage again.
āYes, Iām becoming one of the nameless.ā
"You asked to see me?"
Arlan glanced up from where he was sitting at his desk. Ā Setting down the tablet he was reading a new report on, he pushed it to the side.Ā āSorry, I didnāt expect you to be here so soon.ā Ā He gestured to the seat in front of him, āPlease, have a seat.Ā I just had a couple things I wanted to talk about.āĀ
The archivist nodded, pulling the chair out so he could properly settle in.Ā āOf course.ā Ā Upon seating himself and getting comfortable, he broke the silence again, āWhat is it that you wanted to discuss?āĀ
The head security officer bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to find the most sensitive way to broach the topic.Ā He tapped his finger on the desk, before deciding to rip off the band-aid pretty quickly, āHave you noticed any changes in [name] as of late?āĀ
Dan Heng blinked a couple times.Ā āNot particularly, did you?āĀ
āWell,ā He swallowed, āIām just a little worried about him.Ā I donāt know how heās been doing since he left for the express, but before he left he said some concerning things.Ā I couldnāt tell if he meant them or not.āĀ
In response, Dan Heng tried not to pry too hard.Ā However, since it did concern you, he felt it also concerned him.Ā āWhat kinds of things did he say?āĀ
Arlan paused again, trying to really think things over before making an even bigger deal out of them, āI donāt know if you can call them weird on their own, but he just doesnātā¦ say things like that ever.Ā Itās out of character for him and Iām afraid itāll get worse now that me and Lady Asta wonāt be there to keep him in check.āĀ
āI canāt exactly help if I donāt know what he said,ā Dan Heng reasoned, āThe only real change I noticed was his relationship with his work.Ā Since heās been on the express, heās been working a lot more.Ā Aside from that, he seems to enjoy setting aside time to run around with March and Caelus.Ā I find I have a lot more time alone because it seems theyāve started alternating between the two of us to rope into their schemes.āĀ
Arlan nodded, āI guess that makes me feel a little bit better.āĀ Ā
The other man nodded back at him in response, āStill, what did he say that had you concerned?Ā As one of his friends, I feel obligated to make sure heās alright.āĀ
āWell, I feel a little bit awkward saying it since it was originally about you.āĀ To this, Arlan drummed his fingers on his desk, āIt started a couple days before the two of you went out for the first time to Aurum Alley.Ā He started talking about how he felt he wasnāt cool enough to be around you, that he needed to change somehow so he wouldnāt embarrass you.āĀ
Dan Heng nodded, keeping his mouth shut.Ā
The security officerās frown deepened, āBut it just got worse from there.Ā I donāt want to scare you or anything, but heāsā¦ weird about you-really weird.āĀ Ā
ā...about me specifically?ā Dan Hengās head cautiously leaned to the side.Ā Ā
Arlan bobbed his head up and down quickly, āYeah, just you.āĀ He let his hands go limp on the table, āHeās been doing really good otherwise.Ā Itās just like he took all his unhealthy habits and converted them into these weird thoughts and ideas about you.āĀ He raised one of his hands to count out each of the changes on his fingers, āHeās started eating healthy, eating regularly, working out again, he actually sleeps on time, and heās making friends, arguably heās doing better than he has for a long time.āĀ He leaned his face on his other hand, āBut then heāll start talking about you and itās like a demonās hiding under his tongue.āĀ
The astral express passenger pursed his lips, trying to hide the audible drumming of his heart in his ears.Ā āWell, what kinds of things does he say?āĀ
Arlan paused, chewing on his lip, āHe talks about you like this kind of unattainable goal.āĀ He shifted to rest both his forearms on the table.Ā āThereās just this weird far off look in his eyes and I can tell heās only saying half the stuff on his mind.Ā All these half-baked thoughts about how he doesnāt deserve to hang out with you, muttering about ways he can change himself to be more āworthyā of your time or whatever.Ā Itās scaring me.āĀ
ā...āĀ
ā...I donāt know.āĀ Arlan sighed, āI want to be happy for how much progress heās making but he isnāt making it for himself.āĀ
ā...he really said all those things about me?ā
Arlan seemed a little taken aback, āUh, yeahā¦ he did.āĀ Ā
He swallowed a glob of spit down his throat, āAnd youāre saying all these changes for the better have been because he wants to impress me?āĀ
Arlan took a moment to think before responding.Ā Slowly, he nodded his head, āYeahā¦ itās why I asked if you noticed any changes.Ā He talks about you a lot and you guys seem to be hanging out more than ever.āĀ
āThatāsā¦ a little bit concerning.āĀ
Arlan didnāt answer back immediately.Ā He could feel something was a little bitā¦ off.Ā āYeah, thatāsā¦ kind of why I wanted to bring it up to you.āĀ
Upon hearing the suspicion in the other manās tone, Dan Heng did his best to try and clear the air, āSorry, itāsā¦ just a lot to take in at once.Ā I didnāt expect that was what you wanted to talk about.āĀ
Trying to shake off the unease, the head security officer shrugged, āI could only really imagine.āĀ He sighed, āMy main concern is whether or not heās acting weird on the express.Ā I tried to write it off as him being excited to make a new friend early-on, since I knew he only really had Lady Asta when he arrived on the Space Station.Ā When he started making a lot more friends and he was still acting weird about you, I didnāt really have an excuse for him anymore.āĀ
Dan Heng nodded, āI donāt really think you have to worry anymore.āĀ
Arlan tried to ignore his stomach dropping through the floor. ā...Oh.āĀ
Dan Heng nodded, āI mean to say, he canāt hold me on a pedestal anymore because we are both nameless.Ā He doesnāt have anything to look up to when we are both on equal footing.āĀ
Your former best friend tried to agree, he really wanted to.Ā He wanted to believe that Dan Heng was just innocently naive about the nature of your words and actions, but the archivist wasnāt stupid.Ā He shouldāve obviously known something was wrong.Ā ā...I guess I can see where youāre coming from. But can I just ask one thing of you?ā
Arlan was right to be suspicious, because Dan Heng was only really telling a half-truth.Ā As selfish as it sounded, the nameless was more than happy for this sudden change in circumstance.Ā Ā
The archivist hummed, "Of course."
"Be careful." Arlan paused before continuing, "I know you might think you'd be able to handle it if he gets out of control, but he's a lot stronger than he looks. He's been working out too and I'm scared he might... end up becoming dangerous."
Instead of further pushing the conversation, the express passenger acknowledged his worry. "I can see where you're coming from. But, I feel that he's starting to mellow out. He's not just spending time hanging around me or anyone on the express in particular. I promise that you don't need to keep worrying about him."
Even as he tried to convince Arlan that his intentions for encouraging him to trust in the express were pure, he knew that he was only making excuses. If the head security officer chose to peel back just a couple more of the layers to his act, he would find the man's true thoughts.
āYou donāt need to worry about him, because feeling like that is normal, isnāt it?Ā I feel the same way.ā
"Oh, the group already headed out for the Festival. Did you plan on telling them something before they left?"
You stood near Himekoās coffee maker, cradling one of the many mugs youād brought with you to the express. Judging by the steam wafting off the top of the coffee, youād just freshly brewed yourself a drink and were getting ready to retreat back into your hastily thrown together room to continue working on some kind of research project.
Dan Heng, on the other hand, hadnāt been doing anything in particular before the conversation. Fresh out of his room, he'd opted to leave his heavy coat hung up. āNo, not in particular.ā
You tilted your head, eyes still focusing on your hot beverage, āAlright, is there any particular reason why you asked if they were gone yet?ā
āWell, the two of us are alone on the entire express. The residential compartment is completely cleared outā¦ā. He trailed off his sentence, crossing his arms across his chest.
You raised your brow curiously, setting your drink down on the counter to go about swapping the coffee filter. āYeahā¦? I guess we are.ā
Dan Heng chewed on the inside of his cheek, āWell, if we were going to do anything that might necessitate being alone, now would be the best time since everyone else is at the Charmony Festival.ā
Your cheeks flushed pink, āI guess, but I can't really think of anything that the two of us would do, that is unless youāre going into another heat?ā You murmured to nobody in particular, āMost reptilian species only have a mating period during a certain season though.ā
āDo youā¦ā he paused, considering his words carefully, āDo you think that would be the only time I'd be interested in doing something like that?ā
You could feel a tingly warmth creep up your neck, āW-Well,ā you dropped the used filter in the trash can. āThat was the last time we did anything like that and I just thought, yāknowā¦ā
Dan Hengās lips pulled into a tight line, āIf I wasn't going into heat? If I just wanted to sleep together?ā
You faced away from him, rummaging through the cabinets for the coffee grounds. āI-ā You fumbled with the satchel, grasping a new filter with your other hand,
āI wouldn't say noā¦?ā
"Ahn~ Right there, right there, right thererightthere-"
His fingers dug into the spots of your headboard right next to your skull, chest pushed forward and hips angled backward to form a beautifully lewd arch.
You gave another pointed jolt of your hips, positively radiant when Dan Heng exploded into shudders of ecstasy. Thighs shaking, he did his best to try and encourage them to lift a little. When he reached as high as he knew he could get, he dropped his hips back down onto yours rather unceremoniously with a pornographic mewl.
Despite the drool leaking down his chin, you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. The moment your mouth was on his, it seemed almost like a silent invitation. Even with the lack of any real stimulation, he hands transferred from the cracked and scarred wood to your shoulders. He groaned into your mouth tracing his left handās pointer finger over your exposed collarbone.
Even with the building fatigue burning through his lower half, he did his best to pick himself up again. Your hands slithered from squeezing his love handles to gripping the curve of his ass. Supporting his hips, your arm strength added to the diminishing strength in his legs, dragging his insides up your length before slamming him back down to meet your pelvis forcefully.
āOh~ā he let out an airy moan, expertly swiping his finger along the dip in your skin from your collarbone up to the side of the neck. Instead of focusing on further chasing his release again, he leaned down to plant a sloppy, wet kiss on the side of your neck just underneath where the pads of his fingers rested on your pulse point.
You squirmed from the foreign sensation of the drool trailing down the sensitive skin, unexpectedly squeezing his ass in response. He smiled against your neck, shameless while he trailed a forked tongue over the artery hidden beneath your skin.
You weren't used to the sudden spark of confidence, shying away from his excessive touch with a quiet, nervous embarrassment. Your hands trailed back towards his waistline, pulling him up by the tempting dip in his figure, only to slam him back down again. When you were rewarded with a breathless, blissed call of your name, you didn't hesitate to do it again.
Before long, it seemed the two of you didn't have any thoughts running through your head but the desires of the flesh.
Firmly planting your feet on the mattress, the two of you seemed to get lost in the sudden plowing of your cock even deeper into his ass. The combined force of his weight, gravity, and your own aggressive rhythm contributing to the growing bulge of your tip just below the center of his abs, you felt lost to the sensations. Even in your sex-drunk haze, you didn't fail to realize the heightened nature of his vocals, it seemed his voice box was all but tearing itself apart with each of the punched out shrieks he pushed out right into your ear.
Even stranger, instead of moving his hips in tandem with yours, he seemed extremely fixated on the specific, certain spot of your neck heād laid claim to just a few short moments earlier. With each drawn out groan forced out of his mouth, he lavished his affections on the same spot. Kissing the same point over and over in a silent worship.
The tips of your ears burning a stark red vermillion, you let a shaky roll of your hips smack into his insides especially sharp, āShihittt~ā In your attempt to combat the sensation, your face burned a deeper crimson when he moaned directly into your ear.
Even after a particularly harsh thrust, it seemed he was still dead set on focusing on that one specific point on your neck. With all the kisses suctioned to that specific square of flesh, the skin bruised a shy pink hue, and it only seemed to further encourage him.
In response, you gripped one of the horns on the crown of his head to finally get him to put his lips elsewhere. Peppering shy, messy, saliva-soaked kisses to an eager and hungry mouth you could feel your pace speed up as you crept up higher and higher towards your peak. His face contorted in the shape of each electric current of ecstasy wrapping itself like a cord up his spinal column. Even if he wanted to let out more pathetic whimpers and sobs, he couldn't find the strength to pull away from equally addictive kisses.
Shyly, you pried open his lips with your tongue. He reciprocated with a tantalizing whine, further welcoming you into his mouth. Without any delay, you dragged your tongue over the roof of his mouth, swirling your spit with his right on top of his Jacobson organ.
He shook in blissed out euphoria, brain flashing a blinding white before he pulled away from the kiss specifically to shriek your name. Pushing his chest up against yours, his arms bent awkwardly from where they were positioned on your upper body. Again he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, nipping at the same patch of wet, pinkening skin with the tips of his fangs.
You grunted, only further confused as he moved from just barely scraping fangs over your jugular to starting to suck a hickey into the raw redness.
In the haze of sex, the overloading of the nerves in just one spot only seemed to further stack on top of eachother in a salacious torture. It felt so good, it was starting to burn. Instead of trying to coax him off the spot, the flexing and twitching of his own neck muscles only seemed to become more and more inviting.
Ultimately, you tried licking a stripe up the same artery in Dan Heng's neck, rewarded with a delicious squeak. His teeth caught on your skin, only further amplifying the dizzying haze and spin that seemed to capture the rest of the world.
A few short seconds later, he pulled his mouth off your neck just a few sparingly merciful breaths away, āClohhsseeee, cuhlossseee-ā He seized up in another mewl, lower back arching to push himself even closer to your pelvis. āPlehease~ Can I, can I, can I-ā With another press of the tip of your dick straight into his prostate, he threw his head back with a scream. Still, determined for some kind of permission, he opened his mouth to keep babbling impossibly loud, ācan I, can I, canicanican-ā
Eyes shut as you sped up to chase your own orgasm, you finally nodded your head in the crook of his neck. āYes, yes, yes-ā
He keened at the go ahead, once again rushing to bury his nose against the abused, purpled, and irritated skin on the side of your neck. Instead of continuing to suck more and more hickies into the canvas laid before him, he opened his mouth wide before injecting his extremely long, needle-like fangs deep into the side of your neck, just barely missing one of the most crucial arteries in your body. The taste of your blood hitting his tongue caused another loud squeal to spill from his lips before he got impossibly tighter and creamed all over both of your stomachs.
You seized up, hips stuttering from the sudden all-consuming pain stemming from your injury before unloading into his awaiting body. In your shock, you couldn't even think about how to ask him what just happened. Even then, you weren't sure you wanted to know.
As the two of you laid there, sweaty and spent, he continued to nurse the wound with the gentle ticklish touch of his forked tongue. Two large, heavily bleeding openings in your neck, he nuzzled up against like they were all he had left.
What your knowledge failed to encompass, Dan Hengās instincts didn't fail to fawn over. Something the two of you hadn't covered in your research were the mating rituals of the Vidyadhara. Three things were of specific relevance.
One, Vidyadharas mate for life, and the span of multiple lives should time and memory allow it.
Two, mating must be done with permission.
Three, mating is officiated with a mark in a visible area, popularly the neck.
He ran his fingers over the dripping red pouring from the side of your neck. A happy trill resounded from the back of his throat as he lapped it up with his tongue again, drinking in the groan of discomfort and the explosive shivers that wracked your body.
...
...Perhaps it would also be important to mention, mating marks were permanent.
There's a note on the side of the phone booth, read it?
" every time I say I'm going to update the same day, I end up either procrastinating or rewriting the same scene 7 times because I can't figure out what I want to happen specifically "
Guys say thank u to my cousin she brought me papa John's halfway through writing the smut scene
For clarification, yes, Dan Heng specifically asked the reader character to sleep with him so he could bite him, sue me, I will speak my minx dan heng TRUTH
anyways, I have 2 important announcements!!!
1. I AM A MAN WITH 300 FOLLOWERS WE'RE HAVING AN EVENT
2. I HAVE A WATTPAD FOR LONGER FORM CONTENT, AO3 AND QUOTEV ON THE WAY
Further elaborating on point 1: I still have no idea what the event is going to be, please help
All I know is there's going to be anywhere from 15-30 slots (one slot for every 20 - 10 followers), it's going to be shorter form content like drabbles, headcanons, or imagines, and I'm thinking it'll be an AU of some kind???
Further elaborating on point 2: my user is operatort19, my wattpad is empty, it will not be empty very soon
I'm going to be updating it with my writings from here and then I might also start planning and concepting a full-length book? I don't know how my update schedule will look after I do that but good luck to me (I cannot shut up when I start writing)
Thank u guys so much for 300 hundred follows help me???? The fact u guys show up to read my silly little make believe stories means so much to me even though most of them r just porn with plot???? šš
I really do appreciate u guys so much :(((((
I think I'm going to start a blog regulars page just so I can show my appreciation and that u guys r also on my mind ššš
Single parent reader x Argenti pls save me single parent reader x Argenti...
Just like, a retired command/general reader that has just the tiniest most cute little sunshine for a kid.
The reader is this imposing, scary, and striking strong-ass person (bonus points if they have scars) who is nothing but a gentle cat after they retire, especially around their kid...
Argenti had heard of you before, the stories that people told with your name.
"I've heard they took down a whole army alone!"
"My brother was one of their soldiers! He told me (reader) was nothing but ruthless..."
Since he had stepped onto that planet, Argenti already heard and seen many things, captured and admired the beauty of the life it adorned, but, there was always one thing that kept gnawing the back of his mind.
"Who is (reader)?"
It wasn't until the day the city hosted its yearly celebration for winning the war that the question would be answered.
Standing by the side of the crowd Argenti watched, his heart filling with cherish as he watched the smiles of the people as they enjoyed their day. Ah, the beauty of commemoration.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of laughter, a child's giggle that was so pure it could cleanse even the darkest of minds. Turning around to catch a glimpse of the little angel who had such joyfully blessed his ears, The knight was met not only by the sight of oneā if not THE cutest little bean of sunshine he had ever seen, but also by the striking gorgeousness of their parent. Suddenly all he could feel was a tightness in his heart.
"Falling in love at first sight is an unexpected experience, it is as if your heart learns how to beat for the first time since your existence.
You were just... magnificent in his eyes, and he shamefully stared at you, even forgetting to blink at times. Your face, your body, your everything made him feel as if he was looking at the personification of beauty itself once more.
The way you stood tall but not towering, how the wrinkles around your eyes only framed them, and especially how gentle you were with the kid in front of you. The way you held their hand and twirled them around filled Argenti's heart with nothing but pure adoration.
Were you really the ruthless person everyone gossips about? How could someone who looked so delicately at their kid could have such a brutal past to carry in their back? He didn't doubt that you were strong, not at all! But, he couldn't help to be so curious about you. He wanted to know more, to get to talk to you and hear the dozens of stories you held inside your heart.
I give up here LMAO
My exams are over!! (For now) it's been sooooooo long since I've written something I feel strange lol
Hope yours have been good! :3
(you're brain is absolutely beautiful)
i absolutely adore this idea! the way argenti would become absolutely infatuated with everything about you..
it would probably take you quite off guard at the fact that this (rather gorgeous) stranger was so open with compliments, especially after being so used to the fact that people spread rumours behind your back. fortunately for you both, your over excitable child would become so intrigued about argenti that they would eagerly ask you to bring this stranger to a 'tea party' - and how could you say no to them? your child would become an unknowing wingman as they would drag you both from stall to stall at the festival to gather preparations, all the while it became much easier for you and argenti to talk. sometimes argenti couldn't help but be at a loss for words at the fact that someone as beaitiful as you was talking to him right now...
and if you did have scars, oh how argenti would want to trace each individual one and praise them for adding to your ever growing beauty. how they told stories of your brutish past yet made so beautiful on the canvas that was your skin.
i could also imagine how completely baffled the locals would be at this visitor shamelessly complimenting and talking to the general and witnessing you talk back in such a calm way-
congrats on the exams!!! im still suffering my way through mine but i only have ten left and i absolutely can't wait to finish :')
Adding before having to go to classes eoeoeoeo, sorry if any grammar or ooc i quite literally woke up 30 mins ago lol
I can imagine that Argenti would spoil that kid rotten, with some misses, obviously. (he once got your child a whole new crib when they were already in an age to sleep in a bed). You could not open your door without meeting the knight standing there while holding THE biggest gift box. How in the world did he even manage to carry that thing?!
Takes tea time VERY seriously. Like, you'll enter your child's room bc they were too quiet and find the knight sitting in a kid chair with his pinky up while he drinks the imaginary tea like it was real (might even talk to the plushies too)
YES MAN. This guy cannot say a single "no" to your kid, especially when they pulled a puppy stare. He WILL fold every time! Want to act out a scene from one of their magic books? Well, then sit and watch because he'll be the knight in armor and pick you up and carry you on his arms as you two gallop to the sunse- oh, he's the princess? That can work too.
His hair doesn't have a 5-minute break. You'll blink, and he's already sitting and allowing your kid to do what they want (unless there are scissors involved, then please help him).
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" You hint, looking at Argenti sitting down on the floor as your kid has the time of their life styling his hair. You couldn't believe your own eyes sometimes.
"Do not fret, they're a good stylist! I can guarantee I'm in good hands." His voice was so proud, you almost gave up and let it happen. He is the one allowing it, after all.
Slightly pressing the bridge of your nose, you spoke again, "Argenti... there's at least eight bows in your hair."
"I fail to see how's that a bad thing, [kid's name] has a beautiful sense of fashion and I think these bows would go well with this style."
Might add more later, or else I might arrive late!!
Single parent reader x Argenti pls save me single parent reader x Argenti...
Just like, a retired command/general reader that has just the tiniest most cute little sunshine for a kid.
The reader is this imposing, scary, and striking strong-ass person (bonus points if they have scars) who is nothing but a gentle cat after they retire, especially around their kid...
Argenti had heard of you before, the stories that people told with your name.
"I've heard they took down a whole army alone!"
"My brother was one of their soldiers! He told me (reader) was nothing but ruthless..."
Since he had stepped onto that planet, Argenti already heard and seen many things, captured and admired the beauty of the life it adorned, but, there was always one thing that kept gnawing the back of his mind.
"Who is (reader)?"
It wasn't until the day the city hosted its yearly celebration for winning the war that the question would be answered.
Standing by the side of the crowd Argenti watched, his heart filling with cherish as he watched the smiles of the people as they enjoyed their day. Ah, the beauty of commemoration.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of laughter, a child's giggle that was so pure it could cleanse even the darkest of minds. Turning around to catch a glimpse of the little angel who had such joyfully blessed his ears, The knight was met not only by the sight of oneā if not THE cutest little bean of sunshine he had ever seen, but also by the striking gorgeousness of their parent. Suddenly all he could feel was a tightness in his heart.
"Falling in love at first sight is an unexpected experience, it is as if your heart learns how to beat for the first time since your existence.
You were just... magnificent in his eyes, and he shamefully stared at you, even forgetting to blink at times. Your face, your body, your everything made him feel as if he was looking at the personification of beauty itself once more.
The way you stood tall but not towering, how the wrinkles around your eyes only framed them, and especially how gentle you were with the kid in front of you. The way you held their hand and twirled them around filled Argenti's heart with nothing but pure adoration.
Were you really the ruthless person everyone gossips about? How could someone who looked so delicately at their kid could have such a brutal past to carry in their back? He didn't doubt that you were strong, not at all! But, he couldn't help to be so curious about you. He wanted to know more, to get to talk to you and hear the dozens of stories you held inside your heart.
I give up here LMAO
My exams are over!! (For now) it's been sooooooo long since I've written something I feel strange lol
Hope yours have been good! :3
(you're brain is absolutely beautiful)
i absolutely adore this idea! the way argenti would become absolutely infatuated with everything about you..
it would probably take you quite off guard at the fact that this (rather gorgeous) stranger was so open with compliments, especially after being so used to the fact that people spread rumours behind your back. fortunately for you both, your over excitable child would become so intrigued about argenti that they would eagerly ask you to bring this stranger to a 'tea party' - and how could you say no to them? your child would become an unknowing wingman as they would drag you both from stall to stall at the festival to gather preparations, all the while it became much easier for you and argenti to talk. sometimes argenti couldn't help but be at a loss for words at the fact that someone as beaitiful as you was talking to him right now...
and if you did have scars, oh how argenti would want to trace each individual one and praise them for adding to your ever growing beauty. how they told stories of your brutish past yet made so beautiful on the canvas that was your skin.
i could also imagine how completely baffled the locals would be at this visitor shamelessly complimenting and talking to the general and witnessing you talk back in such a calm way-
congrats on the exams!!! im still suffering my way through mine but i only have ten left and i absolutely can't wait to finish :')
the future of his people weigh heavily on him, and he needs to make sure he picks the alpha that can get the job done. he's always wanted a big family, someone to rebuild his nations people with. he loves you, and he loves how good of a father you could be to his future children.
he watches you, sitting on your couch, biting his lips while he swirls a glass of sunsettia juice in his wine glass. you were currently cutting up some berries, cheese and preparing some snacks in a fun little basket. you were currently talking to him, asking him if he'd like to accompany you on the picnic you were planning. he could only nod as he grinded his thighs together, silently thankful that you were oblivious to his growing blush on his cheeks.
you've taken on a father role to a few of the youngins inside mondtstadt. and while you cannot be there as often as you'd wish, you still try your best. you would never want razor and bennett to grow up without a constant support system, and although you aren't their biological parents you try to make them feel as loved as possible. you introduced razor to his first birthday cake and showed him some new stuff for his birthday, and are always the first to wish bennett a happy birthday as well. diona has come over countless times to take a nap after dinner, and uses you as her confidant when her father has a few too many. sometimes she'll sleepover too. mika is a shy boy, and you often accompany him when he needs it. he's so shy, but sometimes... and just sometimes he'll break through his shell to you. you've carried him home sometimes after a long day, or will ruffle his hair when he beats himself up over something. even that kid timmy, you'll still go with him to feed the pigeons, or teach him cooking skills to bring to his mom. he's aware that you aren't his father, but its nice to have someone to rely on.
there's just something about you that draws people in. maybe its your personality, maybe its your kindness or reliability. maybe it was the muscles that show through your clothes, a sign of your protection and strength.
kaeya himself has alot of respect for you in that regard, and also finds it incredibly attractive how dedicated you are in everything you do. namely you're closest to bennett, razor, diona, and klee, and he could tell how much thought you were putting into a small picnic. and he, unlike you, isn't oblivious to the stares directed your ways, a gorgeous alpha with a golden heart is sure to make anyone act up.
and as you heard a knock on your door, some ruckus and a familiar voice apologize for accidentally tripping into your rose bushes, it wasn't hard to see how you looked forward to seeing your "kids" again.
god you'd be such a good dad, and you'd be an even better fit for him.
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it wasn't hard to miss how tired you were when you came back home, but kaeya could see it in your eyes how content you were. you gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling some leftover supplies and making dinner.
you told stories of how proud you were of bennett for trying to cook despite it still being inedible, or how proud you were of razor for carving his own path. how worried you were for diona and mika for their responsibilities, and how sad timmy seemed even after you spent a few hours watching ducks with him and eating berries. kaeyas eyes trailed over your figure, how your strong hands gripped the knife as you chopped some potatoes, how the apron hugged your shoulders and waist, how happy you seemed to see everyone again...
kaeyas omega purred as you sat the plate infront of him, you sitting beside him with your warm hand on his cold thigh, rubbing them up and down. he stayed quiet, eyes meeting yours before he brought you to a kiss. you just seemed so content and happy today, it made him wish that the two of you had your own to take care of. he'd bet a good sum of mora that they'd have his khaenri'ah eyes and would probably be the cutest things ever.
the two of you made small conversations throughout your meal, kaeya cleaning up while you showered from your long day. it wasn't long before you were snuggled into the sheets, not looking up from your book when kaeya crawled onto your lap. it was only when he purred, the scent of arousal starting to leak through the air that you decided to focus on your boyfriend.
his finger trailed down your chest, a shameless blush painted on his cheeks as he leaned in, "y'know, seeing you so good with kids is such a sight for sore eyes..," he smiled, grabbing your hand. "tell me darling, do you want kids of your own someday?" there was such a sweet seduction in your tone as he stared at you, trying to ignore the burning desire in his core.
"i'd love a couple of my own.." your hands snaked around his waist as you leaned in to kiss him, "especially if they were with you.." he closed his eyes as he kissed back, putting more and more pressure into the kiss. your hands pulled away, going to slowly peel the buttons off his shirt.
he purred against you, "i'm not in my heat right now darling." he seemed almost sad, before a sly grin replaced his slight frown. "buuuuut, who says that can stop us?" his hand slid down your body, thumbs hooking onto the loose pajama pants, fingers tracing your slight bulge in your pants.
"how about this, why don't we practice for my next heat?" he pulled your shorts down, his hand wrapping around your soft cock, "so that when it does come around, you can pop a kid in me." he purred those words out, desire burning out into his actions.
"h-hey kaeya, i'm all for it but don't i'm a bit tired.. i don't think i could get on top of you as long as i normally do.." his hands didn't stop, and he spat on his hand before he slowly jerked you off.
"i have no issues with that darlin," he slapped your cock against his cheeks, "i'll make sure to practice well, make sure you fill me up nice n good.."
kaeya was impossibly beautiful, even as he stared you down with those eyes, swollen cock around his lips. spit dribbled down his fingers and his lips while he stroked you, firmly and insistently. one hand left your cock, slowly travelling down to his entrance, slowly teasing his rim, checking to make the lube and preparations he did while you were gone.
once he deemed your cock wet enough, he sat on your lap, hands wrapping around your neck. he moaned into your neck when you pulled him closer to you, his dripping cock pressing against yours. you snuggled into his body, inhaling his scent before pressing the head of your cock against his hole, shuddering an exhale into his skin. the slick head of your cock circled around his rim, before you pushed into his ass, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling.
kaeya was gripping onto your neck and your dick like an iron vice, everytime you tried to sink deeper into our gorgeous boyfriend he would let out a low, guttural moan. "i thought you said you would takeover for the night?" a poorly disguised tease left your lips and all he could do was grit his teeth, trying to hold back another grunt.
"s-shut it.. you're alot bigger then i remember from last heat.." even with your rough hands drawing circles on his hips, he was struggling to handle you fully inside of him.
yet in his horny mind, he couldn't be more turned on, or any more frustrated that he couldn't take you the same way he did during his heats. it hurt so good, in a way that made his head spin the same way it did when he was drowning in your scent.
yet that pain didn't stop him from rolling his hips on your dick, hands slowly sliding to grip your shoulders. slowly he ground his hips against yours, shuddering out breathes while you sat there patient, watching him lose that seductive facade. "f-fuck.. so good.." he muttered at you, slowly gaining more length to bounce on.
his hips continued to ride against yours, his body slowly getting used to you once more. sweat was starting to build on his forehead, and his hair was starting to get unruly. his hands scratched down your shoulders and torso, landing on your sides. drool was starting to leak down his mouth while he rode you, his shakiness disappearing and a natural rhythm forming.
"so good baby, you're so good.." you muttered into the air, toes curling at the pleasure. hes so good at taking your cock, you couldn't help but thrust into his body, enjoying how it threw him off, little hiccups of pleasure from reaching the deepest parts of him.
"m'gonna knock you up, keep you nice and full.." you muttered at him, feeling him tense around you. one of your hands drew to his weeping cock, a shocked moan leaving his lips. "you'd be such a good daddy too, such a good fucking father to our kids.." you stroked him off, feeling him grasp at your thick arms in desperation, crying out your name. it was the only coherent thing he could say, everything else just blabbers of pleasure and pain.
seeing such an explosive reaction really woke something up in you, "i'd bet you'd be so fucking hot, all bloated and pretty with my kids.." you brought him into a sloppy kiss, his lips leaking drool all over you. everytime you teased him, he would tighten around you, milking your cock for your cum.
kaeya rolled his hips once more, before he shuddered and tightened like a vice on you, watery cum shooting all over your stomach, leaking his cum down your hand that was still on his cock.
kaeyas chest heaved up and down, recovering from his orgasm while you stared at him, hand still on his softening cock and your dick deep inside of him.
"c'mon doll, show me how much you want to be a mama.." your hand slowly started to stroke his cock, getting a breathless moan from him. "you can do it.. just a bit more.."
and so he sat there, sweaty and blushed, his sore hips moving up and down on your dick, trying to keep it together while you watched him slowly come undone again. how he bit the inside of his cheeks whenever you hit that spot again, how he instantly moaned and shot you a flustered glare if you dare started to speed up your hands on his dick, everything.
"m'close kaeya.." god how your voice muttered his name, it made him even more desperate for you. he wanted your cum, your seed, he wanted your everything.
and when you finally grabbed his hips instead of his cock, manhandling him like a doll and thrusting all the way into him, he came again, a weaker, less explosive orgasm being milked on him. he could hear your franic breaths and see your chest rise and fall as you pounded into him, your balls tightening. your arms locked into his body firmly, your knuckles turning pale before a weak grunt left your lips, a few more following. he could feel your cum spurt into him, and did nothing while you forced him to stay still, feeling your seed bury itself deep into him.
the two of you stayed like that, kaeya too exhausted to move. he collapsed on your chest, lightly grimacing at the feeling of his own cum on his skin, relishing the warmth that was inside of him, and how full he felt.
he was about to fall asleep on your chest before you chuckled at him, "was that enough practice for you? let me get you a glass of water... and maybe a towel.." kaeya opened his eyes to give you a kiss, contentment in his chest.
god you'd be the best dad ever.
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so i tried to make the reader dilf himbo flavoured but idk
ANYWAYS REBLOGS and COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPREICATED <3 love u guys (this was lowkey for mothers day oops)
I've been having a massive brainrot about these certain tropes and I would like to know your thoughts about it too! If I were to make a new content, which one would you most likely be more interested in, (You can read the small scenarios first before choosing!)
It was...
Yandere!Aventurine x Reader
Aventurine x Yandere!Reader
Yandere!Aventurine x Yandere!Reader
Voting ended onMar 10, 2024
And here's the small breakdown, WARNING : Yandere content
Yandere!Aventurine
Typical cunning Aventurine but with some little twist here and there, you're so helpless against him but he made sure that you won't even feel like he's caging you <3
Yandere!Reader
Having him wrapped around your fingers feels pleasant. You've caught him nice and good, not to mention the way he literally breaks without your presence. Maybe adding some safety net around him just to make sure he won't ever think about leaving you wouldn't hurt, right?
Yandere!Aventurine & Yandere!Reader
"You would never understand how much you meant to me, sometimes I feel like I want to just shot those bastards who eyed you for one second too long," Aventurine sighs while he snuggles his face against your shoulder. You let out an amused chuckle. Your hand trails to his jaw, gently lifting his face so you can stare straight at his Sigonian eyes. He let out a contented sigh at the sight of your lovestruck ones.
"How cute,"
Comments and asks are welcomed around this tropes because I can never shut myself up about him <3
I've been having a massive brainrot about these certain tropes and I would like to know your thoughts about it too! If I were to make a new content, which one would you most likely be more interested in, (You can read the small scenarios first before choosing!)
It was...
Yandere!Aventurine x Reader
Aventurine x Yandere!Reader
Yandere!Aventurine x Yandere!Reader
Voting ended onMar 10, 2024
And here's the small breakdown, WARNING : Yandere content
Yandere!Aventurine
Typical cunning Aventurine but with some little twist here and there, you're so helpless against him but he made sure that you won't even feel like he's caging you <3
Yandere!Reader
Having him wrapped around your fingers feels pleasant. You've caught him nice and good, not to mention the way he literally breaks without your presence. Maybe adding some safety net around him just to make sure he won't ever think about leaving you wouldn't hurt, right?
Yandere!Aventurine & Yandere!Reader
"You would never understand how much you meant to me, sometimes I feel like I want to just shot those bastards who eyed you for one second too long," Aventurine sighs while he snuggles his face against your shoulder. You let out an amused chuckle. Your hand trails to his jaw, gently lifting his face so you can stare straight at his Sigonian eyes. He let out a contented sigh at the sight of your lovestruck ones.
"How cute,"
Comments and asks are welcomed around this tropes because I can never shut myself up about him <3
I've been having a massive brainrot about these certain tropes and I would like to know your thoughts about it too! If I were to make a new content, which one would you most likely be more interested in, (You can read the small scenarios first before choosing!)
It was...
Yandere!Aventurine x Reader
Aventurine x Yandere!Reader
Yandere!Aventurine x Yandere!Reader
Voting ended onMar 10, 2024
And here's the small breakdown, WARNING : Yandere content
Yandere!Aventurine
Typical cunning Aventurine but with some little twist here and there, you're so helpless against him but he made sure that you won't even feel like he's caging you <3
Yandere!Reader
Having him wrapped around your fingers feels pleasant. You've caught him nice and good, not to mention the way he literally breaks without your presence. Maybe adding some safety net around him just to make sure he won't ever think about leaving you wouldn't hurt, right?
Yandere!Aventurine & Yandere!Reader
"You would never understand how much you meant to me, sometimes I feel like I want to just shot those bastards who eyed you for one second too long," Aventurine sighs while he snuggles his face against your shoulder. You let out an amused chuckle. Your hand trails to his jaw, gently lifting his face so you can stare straight at his Sigonian eyes. He let out a contented sigh at the sight of your lovestruck ones.
"How cute,"
Comments and asks are welcomed around this tropes because I can never shut myself up about him <3
He missed you--lots. There's just so little ways to get your attention when he's on duty, but he's willing to sacrifice a few Points for it.
Tags: lots of touching, pet names, no gendered term used, reader is a Nameless, suggestive ending, no character in specific for this so use your imagination
A/N: how the hell do I tag this
Going through the challenges that are Aetherium Wars is a little more taxing than what you had expected. The āgameā itself is not difficult, at least, to your standard. Having traversed through worlds as a Trailblazer, youāve encountered games much more difficult and challenging than the monster-turned based game. Even so, it doesnāt really deflect the fact that the game itself is a pleasure to play through.
As you tread the empty path on Belobogās Victory Road, a hand clasped over your wrist before pulling you into a nearby alleyway of the hall. Right before you can protestāyelp, or even punch the stranger in retaliation, he puts his gloved hand over your mouth and shushes you.
āShshh, shhā¦ Sweetheart, stop stopādonāt wriggling, stopāitās me! Hey!ā He yelped in return when you almost bit his hand off with a scoff, āWhat?!ā
āDonāt do that!ā you try to swat his gloved hand away with a pout even though he insisted to stay near you. With how cramped the corner he dragged you toāitād be difficult to wrestle your way out of here after all, so you fell to defeat as he shook with gentle chuckle, his hands now slid down to your hips and pulled you closer to him.
āRight.. āM sorry baby, you know how it isāIām not supposed to slack off, remember?ā He mumbled under his gold-plated mask with an obvious exhausted sigh, leaning his face to the crook of your neck, nuzzling the cold area with the warmth that radiated from his uniform.Ā
āWhy are you here then?ā You let out a teasing snicker at his clingy behavior, which earned you a light squeeze on your waist as he let out a soft grumble.
Ā Although his grumble soon shifted to a pleasant groan when he felt your hands sneaked to the back of his neck, sliding under his armor, onto the undershirt, and gently put pressure on his tense muscle.
āI miss you,ā he mumbled like a drunken fool in love as he nuzzled your neck further, hoping to press his lips to your skin through his mask, āMiss my little darling. Miss it when you spoil me. When you kiss me. When yā hold me.ā
He sighed again, keeping his head close as you kept trying to ease up any muscle and soft surface on his body that you can reach without unfastening his uniform.
āDid you miss me too?ā He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. Even through his maskāthe desperation in his voice is clear. Seems like work as an IPC worker drains him heavilyāspecially today.
So you cradled his face carefully in your hands, gave him a reassuring smile, and brushed your lips against the plate of his mask over where his lips are.
āI miss you,ā you giggled quietly, āSorry I havenāt been able to visit. The Nameless has been busy.ā
āI know,ā he grumbled, burying his face in your neck again after the little kiss, knowing he wonāt be able to hold himself from breaking a rule if he let you do more of those. So instead, he opted to squeeze your waist.
āHow long until they get suspicious that youāre.. Missing?ā You grinned playfully as you feel him getting a little more handsy, the tip of his glove snake under the hem of your shirt, touching your skin, shivering you with the cold of its surface. When you shudderāhe let out a content groan and pressed himself further against you.
āTen minutes,ā he pulled his head back again, cupping your cheek with his hand, and run his thumb over your lower lip enough for you to kiss it, āBetter make this quick, lovely.ā
As a traveling merchant, Luocha is constantly on the move, rarely able to settle down in a place he can call home. But with you, he finds temporary relief.
luocha x gn!reader
contains: fluff !!!! lots of phys touch and kissing bc thats my thing, just waking up w my baby, if you squint u'll see a hint of angst
word count: 1.1k
a/n: cant believe this is my first oneshot/longer drabble for my man ANYWAYS THIS IS MY very very late BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MYSELF BECAUSE LORD I MIGHT BE TOUCH STARVED AND I LOVE LUOCHA ANDIUDFJNFION this is just me being down bad for 1k+ words my bad
Long and slender fingers trace the very edges of your face, their repetitive yet ginger motions pulling you from your sleep, lifting you from the dark sea of slumber in their embrace. You stir, squeezing your eyes tighter for just a moment as you slowly come to.
Your eyelids are heavy; itās difficult to open them, and truthfully, you donāt want to. Itās comfortable here: the linen sheets lay loosely across your body, light enough so they arenāt suffocating, yet they trap heat as well as wool. The pillow that lays under your head sinks under your weight like a cloud.
But perhaps, what tempts you most is the man that lays at your side. Even without your sight, you can picture him so clearly. His breathing is soft, relaxed. Blonde hair tickles at your face as he shifts, and you imagine it splaying over his body like a waterfall of gold. His fingers, finally gloveless for once, leave the edges of your face and instead move to cup your cheek.
His thumb comes to rub under your cheek, his touch almost ticklish. A fond chuckle escapes him as you squirm, the sound like sweet honey to your ears, a baritone melody.
āGood morning to you too,ā he muses as you finally peek your eyes open. Sunlight cascades over Luocha from the window besides your bed, bathing him in an almost divine glow. If you didnāt know better, youād think he was an angel sent down by the Beauty themself.
Gone is the heavy coat he usually wears, along with the rest of his daily attire. Instead, Luochaās form is covered only by a thin, long-sleeved shirt that just barely hugs at him. His eyes gleam like the finest of emeralds, warm and tender with affection as he gazes at you.
āDid you sleep well?ā he asks. You nod drowsily, not yet ready to leave the comfort of your pillows. Luochaās eyes crinkle knowingly - he knows all too well the pain of having to leave the bed.
He sits up, long hair falling as he does, but it's not long before he swoops down in a long, languid motion and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. He lingers there as if to savor it - the feeling of you against him - then pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"You taste as wonderful as ever." You roll your eyes at his statement and he snickers. "I only speak the truth, love. You don't take me for a liar, do you?"
You shake your head, an amused smile creeping onto your face.
"Of course not."
You reach up towards him, pulling your arm from the blankets to caress Luocha's face. Your lover's eyes soften fondly, and he takes your hand in his own, nuzzling your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.
"Are you leaving?" you couldn't help but ask. Luocha sighed, his smile faltering.
Due to Luocha's career, he rarely stayed home - and when he did, it was never for long. He was like the Nameless of the Astral Express - always traveling, always searching, always wandering. Even at his "home" with you, his stay was temporary. Sooner or later, he'd pick up that blasted coffin of his again and set off into the cosmos, leaving you with nothing but calls and text messages for weeks on end.
"Now, don't give me that face," he says gently, thumbing at your eyes. "You'll get wrinkles."
He touches his forehead to yours, that emerald gaze enrapturing you, enchanting you, and you couldn't help but get lost in its forests.
"I'm not leaving," he assures you. "Not yet."
"How long?" you say. Luocha's eye twinkles.
"A month."
Luocha suppresses a laugh as he watches you slowly process his words. He doesn't have to wait long, for the drowsiness soon leaves your eyes and you visibly brighten, and Luocha swears he's never seen a better sight in the universe.
"You mean it?" you ask. There's excitement evident in your voice, yet also hesitance, as if this is all too good to be true. Luocha doesn't blame you; rarely does he get a weekend to spend with you, much less a month. After all, his clients are far less understanding than you are.
"Why wouldn't I- whoa!" Luocha barely manages to get the words out before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you and the mattress. Laughter fills the room as the two of you tumble.
Somehow, one way or another, you ended up on top of him. Your legs straddled his waist, and your arms caged him between them. Luocha had always been a beautiful man, but by the Aeons, he'd never looked so tempting. His hair splayed out from under him like a halo, his face a tinge flushed and his shirt slightly lifted to reveal his stomach.
"Careful there," he says breathlessly, amusement and absolute adoration evident. "It would be a shame if you-"
He's swiftly cut off by your kiss, a startled yet pleased yelp escaping him. You decide to take advantage of his brief moment of vulnerability by sliding your tongue into his mouth. Luocha hums against you, closing his eyes and allowing you to do what you wanted with him.
Gradually, he lets himself sink into the mattress, obliging as you tilt his head up to deepen the kiss. While you have your way with him, his hands began to wander, reaching to hold your back and caress what skin he could find. His fingers are cold to the touch as they slide beneath your shirt, and you shiver at the feeling.
When you finally part from him, it's with great reluctance. A single string of saliva briefly connects the two of you before Luocha swipes out his tongue, breaking it as he licks his lips teasingly. You let out a exasperated yet fond sigh, dropping down on top of him so that you can nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
"Satisfied?" Luocha teases, letting out a small oomph! as you playfully hit his chest.
"Hardly," you scoff. You move so that you can look up at him from his shoulder. "There's a lot of lost time we need to make up for."
"I'm aware," he hums. "But there's no rush. We do have a month, after all."
"I suppose." You trail a hand over his chest, feeling as it swells and falls with every breath Luocha takes. Finally, it sinks in that he's here, he's still here and he will be here for an entire month.
You smile to yourself, your heart warming.
"I missed you."
Luocha closes his eyes, his grip on you tightening.
No TWās I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hcās.
āāāāā
Hanabi
Head snaps 180Ā° at you and you scream.
Sheās traumatized you and now you will never do it again.
This doesnāt stop her from getting you back, though. And sheāll do it in public to make it worse. Itās not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.
Youāve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?
Black Swan
Stares at you.
Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.
Sheās not mad though, sheās actually rather amused. And sheās getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.
Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If youāll allow her, then sheāll give you a nice tap on the butt too.
Sampo
He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.
Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know itās all fake.
Sniffles and says smthn like, āHow could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?ā
Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you canāt hear him sneak up on you bc heās light on his feet. It doesnāt matter if youāre in public either. Be very afraid.
Aventurine
āWoah! Getting a little frisky, eh?ā
If youāve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.
He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.
āHey babe.ā Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous heāll grab it.
Acheron
You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.
Just kind of looks at you and goes, āWhat are you doing.ā
You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesnāt quite get it but decides to just go with it.
Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you canāt find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someoneās pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that sheās hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)
Dr. Ratio
Lets out a high pitched yelp.
Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.
āDid you really just do what I think you did?ā
Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. Heās terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didnāt anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps arenāt just for show.
Firefly
Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?
She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.
Apologize.
Sam
You have a death wish.
Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, āNo.ā
He actually just doesnāt want you to hurt yourself. Hisā¦ buttā¦ isnāt very soft, you see.
If you want him to, heāll lightly tap yours back.
March 7nth
Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.
It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.
You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.
āAHA!ā You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if youāve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, āSee? I told you payback was coming!ā
Robin
āOh!!!ā Gasps and covers herself. Sheās a little freaked out at first but once she seeās itās you she giggles.
You donāt really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.
It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just donāt do it in front of her brother.
Youāre losing btw.
Sunday
Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.
You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.
He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesnāt say it but he plans on returning the favor.
When he does get you back you donāt expect it. Youāre probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, āGood morning, my love.ā And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.
Warnings: male reader, nsfw, smut, slight dubious consent, tough sex, blowjobs, facials, bottom male reader
Masterlist
(Name) hummed as he wandered the path, currently on a pilgrimage throughout the countries to give prayer to the gods and learn about the other lands beyond his own, dressed in winter clothes he was thankful he brought //imagine Barbara's outfit but fur lined and more masculine// as be looked through the endless winter before him.
Snezhnaya was not far off from what he was told but he found the cold almost delightful as the snow crunched beneath his shoes.
The young Deacon looked for a church or Cathedral of anything throughout the city when he noticed up high on a hill was a grand cathedral "thank goodness..."
"Excuse me?" A young girl dressed in fur lined clothes asked "who are you?" She asked curiously and (name) smiled warmly "I'm a Deacon of Mondstadt, I'm currently on a pilgrimage" he said with a kindness like no other, an emotional warmth radiating off him and giving a sense of safety.
"Really? That's so cool?" The girl said wide eyed and the two were unaware of Fatui guards taking notice of this and bringing the information of a Mondstadt Deacon in their city to Pantalone.
(Name) was in awe at the country and despite its unforgiving weather the people were kind to him, regarding him warmly as he made his way to the cathedral.
"Pardon me, are you the Deacon I heard of?" A deep elegant voice rang out, catching (name)s attention to the tall man with a false smile "hello! Yes, my (name) is (name)! A pleasure to meet you!" Pantalone noted be couldn't be older than 19, a bright and cheerful nature and radiating innocence and purity.
Pantalone wanted to own this adorable bunny.
"What brings you to our fair country little Deacon?" The spectacled man asked with false curiousity, trying to get information from the pretty boy who beamed and told him so honestly what he was doing "very noble of you, you must make those at home proud" Pantalone comments and (name) shook his head "I don't do this for the praise of others, I do it for the gods... They all deserve prayer and kindness..." He said genuinely and Pantalone was a greedy greedy man.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?"
Pantalone was selfish and greedy as he took in the others form as he watched (name) take off his coat to reveal how wonderful he was on the eyes.
"Thank you very much for inviting me! You have a beautiful home" (name) said genuinely and Pantalone imagined how wonderful he would look perched on his lap or spread in his bed dressed in barely anything or better yet nothing at all.
(Name) stared at him with his full attention, as if he were the the gods the Deacon prayed to.
"I must confess... I didn't ask you to join me to dinner for innocent reasons..." A false remorse making (name) look confused but let him continue "you see I was entranced by your beauty..."
He was entranced by his beauty, his innocence and would make an excellent lover to him.
"I must say... I find you quite handsome" (name) was flushed as he looked away, embarrassed at his confession only for the man to pull him closer "that's very sweet of you to say" Pantalone gently took his chin with his index and thumb "you're so beautiful..." He whispered before taking (name)s lips, pulling him into his lap fully and hands wasting no time touching "w-wait..." (Name) gasps, clinging and already debauched from a kiss "t-tgat was my first..."
"Kiss? Tell me... Have you ever bedded a man before?"
"I... I never..."
Pantalone grinned as he moved so (name) was under him and wasted no time recapturing his lips, determined to break his brain till he could only remember the feeling of his cock in him.
(Name) felt dizzy as be tried to keep up, covering himself when the other removed his shirt "don't cover yourself" Pantalone said pinning his arms above his head with one hand and continued his exploration, biting and sucking anywhere to get those sweet inexperienced moans from the others lips as his hand moved to rub the Deacons clothes cock, groping and playing with it before slipping under to fondle with the hardened cock, hot and leaking with pre-cum.
"Already close to cumming?" Pantalone teased "is my slutty little Deacon close?"
"I-I..."
"I-I" Pantalone mocked as he licked one of his nipples "come on bunny speak up"
"I don't... I-I don't know... Knot..."
"A knot? Where?"
"My stomach.."
"That means your slutty little cock is going to cum..." Pantalone said gripping his cock and jerking it off and watching the Deacon come undone "you ruined your pants..." Pantalone tisked as he stripped the beautiful man fully "such a wonderful body..." He breathed out as he took in the other.
mondstadt didn't deserve him.
"Wanna be a good boy?" Pantalone asked with a condicendingly sweet tone and (name) hazily nodded, unsure what he want but he wanted more...
"Then get on your knees infront of me"
(Name) moved so he was on his knees before the other, looking up at him so innocently "be a good boy and suck my cock nicely, get it ready"
(Name) wasn't fully sure what he was getting it ready for as the banker fished it from his expensive pants and gently smacked (name)s face with it "hop to little bunny" and watched (name) nervously take the cock in his hands, almost in awe at it's size as he pumped it a few times before tentatively putting it in his mouth.
"Good boy..." Pantalone said with a sigh as (name) sucked his cock like he was made to do so, he knew there was an eager slut underneath that Innocence...
(Name) didn't understand why he wanted to be such a good boy to the man whom he just met, never being touched like this before and found it additive.
(Name)s mouth was like a vacuum, the sweetheart giving it his all and Pantalone decided that he was going to put a ring on his pretty little finger, make him stay here forever.
Dress him in pretty clothes and break his pretty brain and form it into a dumb cum slut.
That sounded wonderful.
Pantalone gripped the back of his head as he slowly fucked his mouth with a low groan, feeling the others hands grip his thighs, loving the fact he was fully dressed compared to the Deacon being nude as it should be from now on.
(Name) looked so hazy and almost adoring as he bobbed his head, the taste and feeling addictive and the weight of it on his tongue was wonderful.
(Name) gasped as Pantalone forced his mouth off his cock, mouth open with a gasp as he came on his face, white ropes like a wedding veil and Pantalone felt himself harden again as (name) licked the cum almost hypontized as he did so "god you're such a little slut"
Pantalone could see (name) was almost in a headspace, the eager bunny just wanting to please his owner.
"Come here" Pantalone pat his lap and (name) crawled in it, their cocks touching "if you wish to continue I must tell you something" Pantalone said seriously and (name) nodded slowly "if you wish to have sex with me, you cannot leave my side again, I am a selfish greedy man and I refuse to let such a precious thing like you go"
"Was this not... You know... That?"
Even after sucking cock and getting jerked off the sweetheart still couldn't bring himself to say sex, god he was precious.
"Oh darling we barely begun~" Pantalone said groping his ass cheeks "would... I be able to visit my family...?" (Name) said holding back a moan "I could arrange it..." Pantalone said and (name) bit his lip "would we be... Lovers?"
"That's my intention" Pantalone took one of (name)s hands and kissed his knuckles, watching the Deacon swoon "please... Have uh... sex with me" he whispered the last bit as Pantalone grinned, watching as (name) sealed his fate forever.
(Name) yelped as Pantalone lifted him, cock hanging heavy as he walked through the halls of the grand mansion till they reached the master bedroom and the man placed (name) on the expensive sheets, mentally noting how perfect he was in the pattern.
Pantalone grinned as he grabbed an expensive bottle of oil, pouring it on his hands "this may be uncomfortable" Pantalone said leaning to kiss his thigh before spreading the others legs "oh my, aren't you flexible" Pantalone grinned before his oil covered fingers moved lower to prod at his entrance and gently pushed in, not wanting to hurt his bunny...well at least not like that.
(Name) whined at the foreign intrusion "shhh" Pantalone silenced the other as he began moving his finger and pumping in slowly, (name) head lulled as he let out soft moans and pants, mouth opening wide when the other added another finger and doing a combination of a skissor motion and a hithering motion, stretching and pleasuring his sweet lover.
His lover.
God Pantalone would spoil him to hell.
(Name)s hips spasmed a bit as Pantalone hit his prostate dead on "w-what...?"
"Seems I found your prostate, that's a spot inside you that's going to make you go insane" he smiled before adding a third finger and without warning began aggressively finger fucking the poor man and fingers beating against his prostate.
"Ohh~ I-I can't... To much~" (name) was shaking and crying as his toes curled and looked like a mess but god was he beautiful Pantalone noted silently, already fucked out and he hadn't even put his cock in yet.
God he loved how honest he was with his reactions.
(Name) was so close, he could feel the knot tighten again.
Then Pantalone retracted his fingers, grinning sadistically as (name) looked annoyed and confused "don't worry, the best part his coming"
Pantalone lubed his own cock before rubbing it at (name)s entrance before pushing his cock in "hn!" (Name) cried out as he clung to Pantalone "t-to much... Can't fit..." (Name) cried out and the black haired man kissed him "shhh it will fit don't worry" Pantalone soothed and (name) cried softly as the other bottomed out fully "you're doing so well, do you like my cock?"
"Big..."
Pantalone felt his ego rocket as he began slowly thrusting back and forth, caging (name) in his arms as the poor man clung to anything he could "ah ah!" (Name)s moans bounced with each thrust, the stretch and sensation of the head rubbing against his prostate to much as his eyes crossed a little, moans increasing in volume as Pantalone increased his movements and slowly began pistoning his hips, the sound of skin slapping and beautiful moans filling the room "I-I" (name) tried speaking but got cut off by his own moan as the two shared a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing as he fucked into (name), the Deacon cross eyed and swore he was going to become addicted to this newfound pleasure.
"I-its.. cumming!" (Name) let out a loud slutty moan as he came between them, cum staining both their chests but Pantalone kept going, chasing his own orgasm as (name) felt himself go crazy, overstimulated and body hot as the man pounded relentlessly, hands gripping his hips and no doubt leaving bruises.
"Mine..mine" he mumbled as he reached orgasm, poor (name) cumming again and passing out, completely fucked out.
"All mine..." Pantalone mumbled as he pulled out, watching cum leak from his pretty ass "and you're never leaving..."
do you have any thirst hcs for grandpapi neuvi? if you do pls share iām so hungry š¤²
hydro dragonussy [m.reader]
hello hello, guess whoās back to writing again? this is a warmup because i struggled hard in continuing my kaveh request wip and a buncha scenarios for sick reader w genshin men and jing yuan all at once. on second thoughtā¦ i think i really shouldnāt have written everything all at once. not to mention iām trying out quotev to publish my yandere oc/m.reader stuff for fun. + yes that is the title. itās either that or crybaby old man dragon thirsts. you pick.
š¦¹ nsfw, neuvi is a virgin old man, underlying mentions of reader being an attorney (we all know i have a bias for them anyway, have you seen my workload series? lmao), switch male reader, switch neuvi, though weāre heavily leaning on bottom neuvi for this one, honorable mentions of cockwarming and thigh fucking, brief mention of double penetration (reader receiving), gentle and rough sex, implied dacryphilia (you), breeding, fontaine rains whether or not heās sad, his tears are the rain and i will drink them like a hungry eremite in the sumeru desert.
Letās face it, Neuvillette has no time outside of his work as the Iudex of Fontaine, heās constantly buried underneath those paperworks, and on top of that, when heās not tackling mountains of cases, heās out in the opera, presiding trial after trial when the Oratrice can already do the same thing for him.
So when you appeared in his life all of a sudden, he was new to all sorts of things. In his long life as a dragon, he has had little experience in what you can offer to him. Heās awkward for the first few moments of your relationship.
Itās the same to sex ā youād have to take initiative in every single little thing, show him the ropes like the good commander you are, and he obeys with no complaints. He sees that you enjoy it, and if youāre good at it and youāre willing to teach him, he is an obedient patient.
Old manās heads are very clumsy at first, teeth scraping against your length while he slowly but surely bobbed his head. Heās slow, but he treats your little guy with so much care. Looking up at you with tears pricking at the ends of his eyes as he tried to please you as best as he could. Obligatory weather report ā itās a light drizzle in Fontaine.
But when you give him head, Neuvillette squirms, it doesnāt matter where he is, he could not keep himself still. Itās always obvious that even you cannot bring yourself to blow him semi-public in his office, just because youāre afraid a poor innocent little Melusine would come inside and see their beloved leader squirming around traumatize them. It would also be bad for his image if you guys get caught, soā¦ sexy times are inside the comfort of his possibly huge home as much as possible.
Sex with him is slow and intimate, very romantic. What did you expect? Heās from Fontaine and they apparently love to romanticize things. Whether or not whoās on top when you guys are doing it, they are a lot more languid in style, like a moment of relaxation between the two of you.
A switch, though preferably a bottom. Yes, thatās right, old man Neuvillette likes to be serviced. He likes it when youāre the one filling him up so good. Itās hot and heavy, just the way he likes it.
Heās a tired man, so heās definitely a pillow princeā no, a pillow king. He lays there and takes it like a good boy, only gazing at you with those soft eyes, hazy with love and lust while you continued to push into him. He takes your hand in his every time you enter him and he always squeezes your hand tight the deeper you go in.
Call him romantic and a basic man, but he lives for missionary. He wants to see you while he feels you stuff him full of your cock. He only writhes in the beginning while he tries to adjust around you, squeezing you tight inside him while his breath stutters, trying to take you in all at once.
If heās the one in charge, itās all the same, heās gentle with his actions, though, honestly, heād rather have you ride him instead. He likes to see you in all your glory, with you rolling your hips in such a needy manner while he kept you grounded, holding onto you as he caressed your thighs. Itās perfect for him.
Oh yeah, and this goes without saying ā heās a dragon, so he has two cocks. Fitting him in is a sport on its own, but you graduated with a major in fucking dragons, so youāre good. Heās a bit thicker on the side too, so each time you take him in, you could feel every inch of him, and every throb of his cocks is a heaven sent feeling that courses through your insides.
Please be gentle with him, he is an old tired man who hasnāt had a break. He is so vanilla that itās boring but his cries are worth it.
Heās a very quiet man too, his moans are shy and light, a gasp here and there and a tiny whimper with every increment of speed adding into your thrusts.
Neuvillette is definitely the type to squirm and get away from you at first, but you just need to keep him still and hold him down by his thighs before you plow into him. He likes it though when you do it, it reassures him that you want to do this with him and that youāre not letting him go no matter what happens.
Another weather report: a good light rain. Not too heavy.
Now that all the sweet stuff is out of the way, rough sex is not as often as the usual vanilla one, but itās not completely an uninvited guest between you two.
If you fucked him rough and hard, Neuvillette will cry and break. His poor pristine and unmarked body, filled to the brim with your greedy bite marks and hickeys, glowing red and bruising dark purple that leaves him embarrassed when theyāre still around if you somehow managed to weasel in a rough session in the morning before he goes to work and you will be reprimanded for it once heās home, no exceptions.
āNo more of these obvious markings,ā heād say with a stern tone, only to end up face down on the pillow with his ass up while you found a loophole and devoured his entire back instead.
He hates that he canāt see you when you go rough on him, because itās normally him ending up with his face buried into his pillow while he laid on his stomach, his hips being held up by you while you ruthlessly pounded into him without even an ounce of mercy.
He hates it, but at the same time, it does help with keeping his noise down because when youāre doing him so roughly, Neuvillette wails, he cries hard, with those pretty tears of his not letting up. Heād scream to the high heavens and were it not for the fact that your hand was forcing his head down into his soft pillow, the entirety of Fontaine would hear it.
Again, Neuvillette is a tired old man, so something so rough definitely leaves him drained, youād constantly have to hold him up halfway through your little session.
Fucking him while heās on his side and his one leg hooked over your shoulder is a great compromise, with how you can both still see each other Neuvillette can immediately turn his head to hide away into his pillow when he realizes heās being a little too loud on his own good.
Heās definitely the kind to force himself to be quiet. If you fuck him without anything for him to bite into to hide his loud noises, he will cry and be embarrassed through out, barely even managing to cover his own mouth with his hand without an ounce of struggle while his body jerked up and down, following through every harsh punctuated thrust that you made into him. Weather report: Fontaine has a storm.
Neuvillette cries his heart out every time you go rough, full on sobbing and it is such a turn on. The way he makes garbled noises while he would protest into your roughness, hand gently pushing into yours while he asks for you to be gentler and go a little slower, only to cling helplessly into his pillow when his pleas fell into deaf ears.
His tears are justā¦ divine. He cries so prettily and he does it with unwitting grace and class ā somehow, heās just innately beautiful in every thing that he does. There is no such thing as an unsightly sobbing to this man.
Neuvillette makes this soft noise in between a whimper and a gasp every time you hit his prostate spot on and he just shudders in delight, his breath shaky until he can barely think straight.
Gentle or rough, heās definitely into breeding. Neuvillette has a breeding kink and anyone who thinks otherwise will sink deeper than Khaenriāah. Stuff him full of your cum and heās a happy and satisfied man.
Itās not just the feeling of your hot seed pumping him full that pleases him, but being around the Melusines, treating them like his children despite them being just his subordinates has definitely gotten this old man all too paternal. He likes the premise of being able to build a family with you, and he will nurture your children with all his being.
Thigh fucking? Thigh fucking. Though itās rare, only when heās really tired but still aches to please you, and even youāre too lazy to move a lot.
Bother him when he takes work at home by making him cockwarm you. He could not concentrate at all ā squirming and squeezing around your cock so deliciously while you teased him about getting his work done.
Has definitely tried wall sex with you, with his back against the wall while you held him up. May or may not have happened at the opera after a heated trial when he ruled against your client and you were pissed your streak of wins on that week crumbled into dust. Itās neither your fault but the clientās, but youāre a sore loser and Neuvillette is a stoic judge.
Call him daddy while you fuck into him and he will break, heāll go slack, his mind numbed when a rush of dopamine just infiltrated his brain every time youād call him that.
And after all that, aftercare is a must. Treat your dragon well. He did so much for you, and you broke his old man back after fucking him into oblivion. Clean him nice and well, kiss his tears away, and wrap him tightly in a blanket while you hold him.
