⭒ DAN HENG ── TEACHING YOU HOW TO KISS

“Are you really sure about this?”

“I don’t know, but it’s best to just get it out of the way anyway.” Dan Heng can pick up on your uncertainty when you break your gaze away from his to answer. The atmosphere in the room is already thick and suffocating as you rest side by side on the bed, and his fingers almost seem frozen from where they rest just short of yours on the mattress between you both.

“I would frankly prefer if you told me plainly.” He swallows thickly, as if he is faring any better than you are.

“Yes, okay! I’m sure, are you sure you want to do this?” Maybe it was stupid of you to ask Dan Heng to teach you how to kiss — though your request had originally been meant as nothing more than a joke, it seems to have grown into something completely different now. You had never expected him to actually accept, but even just looking at him now makes your face burn and the nerves are enough to make you feel restless.

But maybe that could be the anticipation.

“Maybe I could ask Sunday instead.” You think aloud, gaze falling to your lap as a means to avoid Dan Heng’s sharper one— yet he doesn’t give you much time to ponder upon the thought.

“Don’t.” His response comes so quickly it almost cuts you off, so he clears his throat before continuing. “No need, I doubt he will be much help. Pom-pom keeps him quite busy around the Express.”

“Oh… okay.”

Your words whisper, your mind far too focused on the way Dan Heng’s fingertips have finally closed the distance between yours following the explanation. Now resting over them on the mattress and it brings your gaze to his for a single breathtaking blink. The eye contact is enough for him to have to turn away, yet that only reveals the way the tips of his ears have flushed pink.

It feels even more awkward now, so you break the silence yourself.

“Should we start then?”

godslayer — ft. mydeimos

❤︎ word count: 18.2k words — i know, i know. but plssss give it a chance plsss

❤︎ before you read: female princess/queen reader ; crowned prince/king mydei ; arranged marriage ; NOT canon universe + NOT canon compliant - royal/historical au ; mentions of war and politics ; slow burn + falling in love ; lots of bickering LOL ; reader has a (king) father and is implied to no longer have a mother ; sexual harassment but mydei saves reader ; reader drinks alcohol + gets drunk in once scene ; jealous mydei ; fingering ; nipple play ; unprotected vaginal sex ; creampie ; hand jobs ; cockblocking LOL sorry ; blood and injuries (mydei gets stabbed) ; love confessions and cheesy bantering

❤︎ commentary: IT IS FINALLY HERE MY GOD. my god. BIG THANK YOU TO @osarina for not only beta reading this fic and fixing WAY too many grammar errors (LOL) but for literally listening and helping me work through every struggle i had with this fic and being 70% of the reason i even finished it. you are my biggest inspo forever ily dearly

You do not remember most of your wedding to Lord Mydeimos. 

On the day of your wedding, the beginning of your ceremony goes by like a blur, and you pay little attention. It’s not until Kremnos’s royal advisor steps forward does your reality sink in. You watch wearily as he faces the crowd of people—enough of the Kremnoan commoners have gathered to witness the ceremony, and you feel more like a spectacle than a bride.

i think Mydei has very intense eye contact whenever you’re talking, to the point that no matter how close you both become— you still can’t help but find yourself flushing beneath it. It was sharp but gentle all at once, resting on softened features as he looks at you and you’re no stranger to the way it flickers down to your lips when you smile, even if only for a moment.

Like now, as you rest beneath the covers in Mydei’s quarters. Both of you are propped up on your sides to face each other in his bed— draped in only the luxury fabric that covers you both now as it rolls over your hips and you’re talking to him. A little sleepy and a little soft as you address him, and he’s staring at you as you do— leaning over you on one of his forearms as his other free arm rests over your hips.

His gaze is as intense as it is consuming, and it makes you want to wriggle yourself a little deeper into his chest when you feel yourself warm beneath it. But then he’s tilting his head at the way you begin to smile and you have to turn yourself away from him to take a breath.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You grumble, playfully as you press your head back into your pillow a bit more— you don’t put any distance between you both, but still Mydei seems to lean in a bit closer. As if trying to meet your gaze again and he furrows his brows at you, rather confused when he can’t.

“Just what are you getting at this time? How else then, can I let you know that I’m listening?” His voice seems lower as he addresses you, and it doesn’t do much to help your already flustered state either. Especially not when you’re bare beneath him and inches away from being pressed skin to skin with him for the nth time tonight.

It makes you let out a little muffled whine as you bite on your lower lip, trying not to smile when you feel Mydei’s attention still locked on you.

“I don’t know but you’re staring. Why do you need to look at me like that?” With all that tenderness— it’s so unmistakable despite the fact it’s pooling in the eyes of a man who’s so familiar with battle and bloodshed. He watches you, and when you cast Mydei a quick sidewards glance, he seems to be thinking about his next words.

⭒ ANAXA, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“I-in Year 2600 — A conflict broke out between Castrum Kremnos and the Seaside States,” Your voice shakes as you try hard to follow the words on the pages in front of you, but it’s proving increasingly harder with the way Anaxa’s fingers are rubbing across your panties in circles.

It’s quite the display actually, the way he’s got you nestled into his lap— reading the closest book he had on hand when you’d curiously asked him to teach you more. Maybe he would’ve, if you had been able to sit still on top of his thighs, but now you’ve driven his hand… and he seems to be quite pleased with your lesson so far when you feel his lips press against your shoulder from behind.

“Oh. And what happened then? Do continue.” Anaxa’s voice sounds carefully neutral, it makes your toes curl from where they’re resting in air, thrown over his thighs as he spreads you out. And despite the way he urges you to focus, his fingers do little to allow you to as he presses his forefinger down across your clit.

Your breathing catches at the pleasure it gives you, and you’re left to bury back more into his chest as you narrow your gaze at the words. Barely able to make them out with your lust-clouded vision but you try. “And t-then… then Nikador traveled with their troops to conquer three cities in succession.”

Anaxa’s next hum sounds impressed before he mutters out a soft “Good.” beneath his breath— hidden into the next kiss he smears against your shoulder. And it’s with the next circle of his fingers through your clothed folds that you fail to bite back a whimper, struggling to hold yourself together as your fingers rustle the pages.

He scoffs at that, “Hmph. Surely you’re not already giving up?” But his movements don’t let up— not when he can feel the way you’re growing warmer as he rubs at you through your panties. And when he breathes his next exhale along the dip of your shoulder it makes your back curl.

𑑛 “BY THE FOUNTAIN” ﾉ MYDEI. HONKAI STAR RAIL

fem reader ﾉ words 2.0k ✘ brief mention of reader wearing a dress. fingering. squirting. sappy thoughts here and there from both sides because reader and mydei are down bad for each other ﾉ unironically this one is not self-indulgent — not that much because i just wanted to write something shorter (2k lmao) with him ✘ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

After his routine, even the cooling bath and an amphora of water do not stop protruding muscles from flexing and gently trembling under the intensity of previous exercises. Immortal he may be, but keeping his body fit is another important matter — one that requires the same amount of energy and time as for others. Mydei finds satisfaction in it, not only through honing his body into a powerhouse so relying on his blessing (his curse) is rarely the case, but also because it helps him bond with his people and other warriors. Training together and supporting each other tightens the relationships above those raw ones of a crowned prince and his subjects.

The wet ends of his hair cling to his neck and cheekbones, incessantly so, until he pushes them away from his face. After all, he wishes to see you clearly when you lean over the balustrade beside him and giggle, trying to hide your awe at his constitution.

“Mydei, are you planning to drown in there?” you jest, hoping to conceal the burning shyness creeping up your spine. Although you have seen him sweaty many times, the sight is always stunning. “Do you truly need to keep your head underwater for so long?”

𑑛 “CARNAL DESIRES” ﾉ MYDEI. HONKAI STAR RAIL

afab gn reader ﾉ words 1.9k ✘ so very messy and sweaty and rough. he likes it when you bite him. dacryphilia. creampie. reader loves this dynamic and to be absolutely destroyed in bed. there are cute kisses and praises though! petnames used — little thing, darling, sweetling, my dear. you also call him a king instead of a prince and he goes crazy over it ﾉ no proofreading because yolo ✘ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

He snarls from the depths of his lungs, a satisfied grunt ending with a purr when you slobber over his bicep, wimpy like a linen doll. Pretty little thing that wanted to prove that you’re capable of withstanding his ruthless pace and strength; with shiny eyes and subtle smile, you paved your way into his bed with little to no effort, sly and cunning darling with a heart of gold because all you’ve been repeating since the previous day was that you want to take care of him and be nice.

Oh, nice you were, perhaps even too nice, because the snug fit of your soused pussy feels too pleasant for him to let go of you and give you that much-needed break. The small creature you are must be taught what it means to challenge the mighty prince.

“Hush, sweetling. Aren’t you crying too loud for someone who wanted it more than me?”

Your head moves, caressing the muscled forearm until you bite at the pad of his finger, almost painfully hard. He swipes over your puffy lips with his thumb and you willingly let him in, greedily sucking on it and wrapping it with your soft tongue while at it.

I need to talk about the idea of accidentally sending a nude to Dan Heng.

Let’s just imagine your bedroom is next door to the Data Bank in the Express and far too often you’d be too lazy to make the short trip next door, so you’d opt to just send him a text instead— to bug him about his day when you’re bored or offer to send him random photos of March 7th when she’d fallen asleep on the sofa earlier.

Dan Heng wouldn’t deny you, he’d respond in that way he always does. Short texts, but it’s enough to keep the conversation going and that’s fine— sometimes he’d entertain you with a sticker and he can probably hear the way it makes you giggle through the wall between you both.

So you haphazardly click through your gallery to find the photos of March you’re talking about, your eyes are half glazed over so you don’t notice the misclick until the photo sends and your eyes almost widen to twice the size.

It hadn’t been a picture for a particular occasion, it’s just you wrapped in your comforter— but the incriminating part is that you’re not wearing anything beneath said comforter and that much is obvious in the arch of your back and the bare skin the position reveals. You almost opt to jump out of the window of the Express and take your chances with the Cosmos when you realise, but before you can— you hear a chime back.

Almost unnervingly quickly as you fumble with your phone in your hands. And you can still feel your face burning as your greeted with the photo again, followed by Dan Heng’s text just a bubble after.

Dan Heng: ….

You: Ignore that! Sorry, OMG!

You: This is so embarrassing.

Dan Heng: It’s fine.

Dan Heng: You should be more vigilant who you send those to.

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫ℐ𝒮：Mydei, a skilled and cocky boxer, thrives in the ring, dominating every match with his fierce confidence and precise strikes. Outside the ring, he’s just as confident, using his charm and arrogance to get what he wants. With his sharp wit and even sharper punches, he enjoys teasing and testing limits, savoring every reaction as he holds power both in and out of the ring. His smirk says it all: Mydei knows exactly how to keep control.

The air is thick with heat, sweat slick against your skin as Mydei stalks toward you, his movements slow-taunting. Every shift of his body is deliberate, muscles flexing beneath his bandages, his sharp eyes locked onto you like you're something to be conquered. His fists clench, the tape around his knuckles pulled tight, the smirk on his lips pure arrogance.

Then he strikes. A sudden feint, his heat rushing past you, his body pressing close-too close. His chest brushes yours, the scent of sweat and leather filling your lungs, his breath warm against your ear as he catches you off guard. You barely have a second to react before he's already pushing you back, lips curling when he sees the way your breath hitches.

clit kisser is genuinely the highest honour i can bestow upon a man

𑑛 “CARNAL DESIRES” ﾉ MYDEI. HONKAI STAR RAIL

afab gn reader ﾉ words 1.9k ✘ so very messy and sweaty and rough. he likes it when you bite him. dacryphilia. creampie. reader loves this dynamic and to be absolutely destroyed in bed. there are cute kisses and praises though! petnames used — little thing, darling, sweetling, my dear. you also call him a king instead of a prince and he goes crazy over it ﾉ no proofreading because yolo ✘ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

He snarls from the depths of his lungs, a satisfied grunt ending with a purr when you slobber over his bicep, wimpy like a linen doll. Pretty little thing that wanted to prove that you’re capable of withstanding his ruthless pace and strength; with shiny eyes and subtle smile, you paved your way into his bed with little to no effort, sly and cunning darling with a heart of gold because all you’ve been repeating since the previous day was that you want to take care of him and be nice.

Oh, nice you were, perhaps even too nice, because the snug fit of your soused pussy feels too pleasant for him to let go of you and give you that much-needed break. The small creature you are must be taught what it means to challenge the mighty prince.

“Hush, sweetling. Aren’t you crying too loud for someone who wanted it more than me?”

Your head moves, caressing the muscled forearm until you bite at the pad of his finger, almost painfully hard. He swipes over your puffy lips with his thumb and you willingly let him in, greedily sucking on it and wrapping it with your soft tongue while at it.

hello to all the beautiful exhausted intelligent resentful compassionate irritated women of the internet i love you