#⁠hi3 x you

[strwbmei]

Halloween Special.

summary: "accidentally" summoning a demon turns into a heavenly experience

contains: afab reader, porn with plot, soft sex, sub!reader, succubus!elysia, a bit of fluff, somnophilia (?), soft dom!elysia, monsterfucking, virgin!reader, pet names,

pairing(s): elysia x reader

a/n: happy birthday to my wife!!! found this draft on my old account and it seemed perfect since it's Halloween season and it's also Elysia's birthday, so I decided to finish it

A few days ago, your professor had assigned your class to write an essay on any topic; and demons happened to pique your interest.

Long story short— the book you bought for research happened to include a guide on summoning these demons. Well, you called it a guide, but it was more of a ritual if you were being honest.

Of course, not that you ever thought of using it.

You flipped through the pages, skimming along the images and descriptions. Once you saw the word 'succubus', you had to do a double take. The mere thought of a beautiful succubus softly dominating you in bed and guiding you through everything was enough to make your cheeks flare up as red as a tomato...

Okay. You're a horny college student— but you aren't a stupid one. Sex demon or regular demon, you don't need the presence of either in your already hectic life.

You put the book away, not giving it much thought. The deadline is 3 weeks away, and you're tired. Research can wait. For now, you'd try to get some much needed sleep.

As hard as you tried to fall asleep, you just.. couldn't. It felt as if the book was calling out to you; and there was a name echoing throughout your mind— Elysia. A name so beautiful, yet it cursed you with sleeplessness and senseless yearning.

Goddammit.

You sighed as you begrudgingly followed the thankfully detailed instructions on the book. Luckily, the ritual for summoning succubi was fairly simple compared to the others. It can't be helped— you thought.

You were just taking a more hands-on approach for research purposes. Yeah. You definitely didn't want to meet a hot succubus lady. That would be absolutely preposterous.

NSFW below the cut !

A few minutes passed. Nothing. Maybe you did something wrong? No, you're sure you followed the instructions to the tee.

Fifteen minutes now. Still nothing.

You sigh, finally giving up. It was dumb to believe the guide would work, and that demons even existed in the first place. It did at least manage to get rid of the weird name that was stuck in your head, so there's that.

Not even bothering to turn off the lights, you yawn as you lay down in bed. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment nipping at you as you drift off to sleep.

However, all of it disappears when you awake to the sound of birds tweeting cheerfully and the warmth of the sunlight shining through the windows. Was it just you, or did the world seem much more colorful? Amazingly, you slept like a log. Even though you just woke up, you already felt energized and refreshed and-

Who is that lady at the foot of your bed?

You tried to scream, but it came out as a choked gasp.

The lady had long pink hair tied into a low ponytail, elven ears that twitched every once in a while, and a beautiful face that lit up once she saw you open your eyes. "⊓□⦝⦝⟃ >⊓□⟔□, ⸅⟔□>>⋖ ꓶ｢⟔⦝!"

Her voice was distorted and monstrous, yet at the same time akin to a soothing lullaby. You tilt your head in confusion, still half asleep. She let her mouth hang open for a bit, closing it as it formed into a small smile. She clears her throat. "Good morning, pretty girl! Slept well?"

You simply stared at her in awe as you nodded absentmindedly. What is happening? Who is this gorgeous beauty and why is she in your room?

A realization hits you as you look down and see the bat-like wings that went from the small of her back and wrapped around the front of her thighs along with the skimpy outfit she's wearing; a flush of red creeping up your cheeks at the same time.

Oh.

"I forgot humans used a different language these days.." She mutters to herself, smiling widely as she observes your every reaction. "I'm Elysia, the succubus you summoned!" Elysia exclaimed cheerfully, clasping her hands together.

She eyed you up and down, licking her lips as she crawled over to you. "What a treat we have here.." now that you're a bit, y'know, awake— you have the time to process how sweet Elysia's voice is to your ears.

Everything about her bewitched you. From her luscious locks of pink hair, her striking blue eyes that looked upon you with their loving gaze, to her plump lips that seemed perfect for kissing— amongst... many other things.

Elysia; meaning perfection, beauty, and paradise— the woman in front of you did not fit the name, for the name was made for her instead. Elysia was paradise personified.

Her laugh, similar to a melodious choir, brought you back to reality. "If you keep staring at me like that.. even I'll get embarrassed~" The warmth of her touch brings you to realize how close Elysia is to you, and the situation you're in. The situation you're about to be in.

You sat up immediately. "Wait, this is a misunderstand-" you gulp as Elysia places a finger on your lips, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"You're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

Okay. She got you there.

Elysia takes your silence as a yes, giggling as she kisses your forehead softly. "You're so cute, I could just gobble you up!" She spoke as if she were talking to a puppy, yet her eyes had an underlying glint of lust.

Unbeknownst to you, you were the first to summon Elysia for, more or less, 50,000 years. The succubus had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, and you were the unfortunate soul that had to take accountability for it.

"Maybe I'll do just that... What do you say, beautiful?" She tucks your hair behind your ears, her gaze warm and reassuring. Elysia was horny, but she placed your comfort first and foremost.

Did she just call you beautiful? More importantly, did she just say that she wanted to eat you out? You prayed that you were able to keep a straight face in the few moments that passed; that you were able to hold back the elated grin that threatened to curl on your lips.

You were thrilled. Exhilarated, even. Whether you wanted Elysia to know that or not, the shade of red tinting your cheeks and the way you rubbed your thighs together was enough to tell her the truth. "I'd.. love that."

Elysia wasted no time in removing your clothes, leaving a trail of kisses on your bare skin as she went. They were sloppy and hungry; yet at the same time assuring and tender. She took her time to appreciate the work of art that was your body. Her touch wandered all over you— from your shoulders, to your arms, to the small of your back. "You're so pretty like this."

Though it was part of Elysia's job as a succubus to tell her clients what they wanted to hear, she genuinely meant every word. The woman wanted you to know that, and she'd gladly show you with her actions.

She made her way down to your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart as she lowered herself to meet your glistening cunt. You sigh shakily when her warm breath teases your entrance.

"Are you nervous?" Elysia smiled up at you. "No, it's just- this is my first time, so..." You trailed off, eyes darting side to side to keep from making eye contact.

She giggled at your reaction, planting a soft kiss to your clit; the gesture making your breath hitch. "Just relax, let me take care of you." She reassured you. With the knowledge that she was taking your first time, Elysia was even more determined to make you feel good.

"Besides, I don't mind teaching a cutie like you how to please a woman." She winked before shallowly thrusting her tongue into your folds; experimentally dragging the wet muscle along your walls and eliciting a few moans from you.

Elysia's eyes attentively observed each and every reaction— whether it be the way your head fell back whenever her nose rubbed against your clit or the way you moaned a little louder when her tongue pressed flat against a specific spot.

"Fuck.." You hissed under your breath, knuckles turning pale from how hard you were gripping the sheets. It seems you aren't the only one enjoying this; you could feel Elysia's movements grow hungrier, slender hands spreading your thighs apart even more.

Your other hand pushed her head down as you muttered apologies in between moans. She didn't seem to mind; only working harder to please you as her thumb reached to play with your clit. "A-ah... Elysia..!"

Even with your eyes screwed shut with pleasure, you can feel her smile against your cunt. "Mm... You sound so pretty moaning my name." She groans, growing hungrier and more relentless in its pace. She just can't control herself; can't help wanting to taste you.

Her eyes looked up at you with lust and need as you bucked your hips to meet her tongue, making a mess of her face as you came all over it. Elysia continues tongue-fucking you throughout your orgasm, helping you ride out your high.

After Elysia deems that she has prolonged your orgasm to its limit, she crawls over to your exhausted body. "Is this a dream?" You pant out between breaths, eyes still shut as beads of sweat rolled down your forehead.

She giggled at your question. "If it was," You opened your eyes to find the woman giving you a warm smile; gaze as reassuring and comforting as ever. "would you want to wake up?"

"..."

"Then, just let me make you feel good." Elysia's smile transformed into a grin, eyes on either side of your thighs as she straddled your lap. She isn't quite done with you just yet.

It seems that you were, though.

You groan as you're woken up by that stupid, stupid alarm that just had to ring when you were getting to the good part. Ugh.

How were you supposed to focus on studying for the whole day after... whatever that was? Why did you summon her in the first place?

Can... you summon her again?

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[lykoiii]

she blinded me with science

failed me in biology

[mini-ism]

#— BIRTHDAY SUIT.

pairings: welt yang x afab!gn!reader

words: about 2.5k

synopsis: your neighbor, mr. yang, has a chat with you that quickly turns intimate.

warnings: MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, afab (gender neutral) reader, neighbor!welt yang, praise kink, birthday sex, not beta read.

notes: i wrote this with hi3 welt in mind (hes in his 50s in this fic), but it can also be read as hsr welt :p

“happy birthday, you!”

what a surprise, really, your next-door neighbor was pinching your cheek. mr. yang has always been a friendly man, and although your interactions have been limited and cordial, he had always been quite kind and polite.

mr. yang was beaming, the tray of fudgy brownies he baked sitting on the table, lukewarm, but inviting. he let go of your cheek, his pinch not too painful, more or less playful.

“it’s nice to see you, mr. yang. thank you for coming!” you smiled back at him haphazardly. it seems your family decided to invite him over. that wasn’t much of a problem, the more the merrier, one could assume.

“not a problem. how is your special day going so far?” he asked with genuine curiosity, placing a hand on your upper back as you two stepped over to the dining table. it was strewn with presents, balloons, and other birthday-like decorations. mr. yang’s fresh brownies awaited their inevitable fate amongst the festivities.

your friends and family greeted you warmly as you took your seat. mr. yang’s hand left your back as he took his own seat, smiling every so often as something humorous was said. your mother sighed contently as she entered the room, recounting everything else she had done before loudly gasping, “shoot, i forgot the damn cake!”

she raced out of the dining room, then out the door, followed by a few other members of your family and some friends. you assumed they had left with her. now it was just awkward. you grabbed the pitcher of sugary lemonade and a paper cup, pouring yourself a drink and sipping it.

mr. yang was the first to break the silence.

“hey, how about we talk for a moment, is that okay?” he stood next to you, slipping out of his seat and quietly asking. you nodded and finished your lemonade, leaving the cup somewhere where you would remember. he, again, guided you with his hand on your back, to your room. you could hear your friends chatting amongst themselves in the living room, playing games and watching TV. you shut the door behind you.

“what did you want to talk about mr. yang?” you turned to him. he sat on your bed and patted the spot next to him, urging you to sit with him.

“you could just call me welt, dear,” he gave you a gentle look, “i wanted to talk about life with you. maybe i could be a listening ear or give you some advice. i felt that you’d be more comfortable in your own space.”

you took your place next to him, appreciating his thoughtfulness and consideration. “what’s life like for you, dear? is everything okay in your own world?”

“yeah, life is okay. it's… hard sometimes, but when it’s good, it seems more worthwhile than usual.” you looked at the ground below you, fidgeting with your hands.

“you’ll find it’s purpose eventually, angel,” he started after a moment, “it doesn’t always come to you, especially not when you’re in your younger years. believe it or not, i’m still trying to figure it all out even at my age.” welt patted you reassuringly on the shoulder.

“i hope i figure it out soon.” you looked back at him, who was still looking at you oh-so gently.

“you will.” his hand moved to pat you on the thigh. welt had such a tender demeanor, maybe that is something that comes with age or experience.

it was silent again, you didn’t really know what to say.

“i’m proud of you,” he whispered, his hand moving slightly upwards, “you’re already doing incredibly well.”

“thank you, welt.” you whispered back in the same hushed tone, his hand creeping further upwards, giving your thigh a squeeze.

you drew in a breath and held it, and the air grew tensely stagnant. you could tell mr. welt was trying not to scare you or seem creepy.

you scooted closer to him, feeling the same wound tension in your body. you were receptive to his touch, from what he could tell. he gave your upper thigh a tighter squeeze.

you tried to hold in that breath, making a squeaky, choked noise. he was terribly quiet, “…am i hurting you, dear?”

“no, mr. yang…” you said with a murmur, staring at his hand. it was slightly vascular, his knuckles were rosy compared to his lighter tone, and, weirdly enough, it looked like he took care of his cuticles.

“that’s good to know,” he glanced at his hand, then at you, “tell me if i hurt you at all, please.”

“…okay.” you replied.

you met welt’s gaze, which was intense, yet tender and loving. you could tell a fire was burning beneath his cool exterior. his eyes were warm, like pools of dark honey. his breath hitched, and his face inched closer to yours.

his other hand cupped your cheek as he went in for the kiss. his lips were soft, and you kissed him back without a second thought (or a first). his thigh hand anchored him with a tight grip, causing you to whine into his lips. he pulled back, eyes wide, huffing for air, “did that hurt you?”

you shook your head no, furrowing your brows. you pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, turning him on more than he’d like to admit, “that’s good…”

he gingerly maneuvered you to lay down onto your bed, getting on top of you with that damn look. his eyes were lidded, his lips parted, and his gaze passionate, yet caring. he nestled between your legs, spreading them apart slowly with his hands and hovering above you. he bent down to kiss you again, his tongue parting your own lips with caution. he gripped the undersides of your thighs tightly, savoring your taste as your tongues intertwined. he gave you another kiss on the lips as his tongue left your mouth.

your eyes flicked from his face, which was flushed and needy, to his chest, which was modest and clean, “do you want me to unbutton this, angel?”

with your nod, he straightened his back and unbuttoned his dress shirt with experience, he didn’t mess up even once, “i won’t take it off, but i hope you like what you see for now.”

you ran your hands over his slightly toned body, he was in great shape, and he smiled when you felt his chest. it felt right, the way he looked. he was undeniably handsome for a man in his late fifties — or so — he didn’t look a day over thirty. his chest and abs were very slightly chiseled, but you could still see a light outline of his ribs poking through. there was a little birthmark on his collarbone, and another on his neck.

his glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose, and he elected to take them off and set them elsewhere. he brushed his brown hair out of his eyes, framing his face perfectly. his eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them.

wordlessly, you lifted your own shirt off your head, revealing the curve of your breasts to welt. a low noise escaped him. he kissed your cheek, then your neck, your collarbones, and the slope of your chest. you looked so pretty for him right now, and he couldn’t wait to see more of you.

welt gently fondled your chest, delicately rubbing your nipples and caressing your skin. his thumbs flicked back and forth on the sensitive bud, watching your nipples harden with curiosity. he smiled charmingly, his eyes warm and magnetic. welt held eye contact with you as his hands caressed their way lower to your hips. you gave him a nod, insinuating the motions of what’s to come next.

“are you sure, dear? you can tell me no, and we can put our clothes back on. don’t be scared to tell me anything.” his voice was comforting, his words were sincere and reassuring.

“yeah, i’m sure about it. i wanna do this with you, welt.”

welt kissed you again, responding with a soft sigh. he got up again, still on his knees and atop you. you removed everything from the waist down, leaving yourself bare for him. welt was glad you were enthusiastic, and he unbuckled his own belt. he kept your gaze as he unzipped his pants, letting you palm the bulge in his underwear, “are you ready?”

you let out a quiet “mhm,” letting him pin your knees to your chest and spread you open more, “keep your legs there please.”

welt slipped the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his happy trail. he drew his bottom lip between his teeth as his cock sprung out. he started to stroke himself gently, brows knitted together from the pleasure. “…do you want to take it?” he asked, quite shyly.

“mmm, yeah, i want to,” you purred, your body desperate for any sort of contact. welt grabbed the inside of your thigh with his other hand, stroking with his dominant hand as he teased your clit with his tip. his bottom lip remained tucked tightly between his teeth and cheeks flushed. the tip of welt’s cock slipped in for a brief moment before he pulled out, releasing his lip and drawing in a sharp breath.

a wanton mewl escaped your lips as he pulled out. welt groaned lowly in response, pushing the sensitive tip back inside of you with minimal resistance. he could stay like this forever, indulging himself in your tight pussy, watching you drool and whine as he pushes a little further before abruptly pulling out, stroking your swollen clit with his thumb. he could keep shushing you with his kisses and tease your entrance more, but his patience was slowly waning.

seeing you sprawled out on your bed, clothes scattered across your floor, your cunt needy and leaking like a faucet, he won’t be able to help himself much longer. it was a lot to take in at the same time, it was beautiful yet surreal. “don’t finish in your hand welt!” you slurred, crying out a bit louder than you should’ve. he was jerking himself subconsciously, dazed at the sight before him.

“i won’t, i promise.” welt smiled as the words left him, reassuring and effectively calming your worry. he slicked back the hair in his face, some of it falling right back into place. welt grabbed your thigh again, drawing in a deep breath, mostly to calm his nerves, and pushing into your wet, swollen pussy again. he released the breath quickly, sighing as he delved deeper into you, relishing the bliss of sliding into you. you kept babbling and whining, the stretch of your pussy left your tight hole burning. he kept shushing you gently, rocking his hips back and forth gently, only about halfway inside of you.

“it’s okay, it’s not gonna hurt like this soon. i’ll take care of you.” welt said as he rolled his hips slowly, smiling with sincerity as he hushed you again. with every tender and soft thrust, his cock sunk deeper into you, he could feel his tip brush up against your cervix with due time. “you're so wet,” he cooed, “i want to be inside you forever. you feel amazing.”

he felt you wrap your arms around his neck, letting you pull him down closer to you. you burrowed your face in his neck, your soft moans ringing in his ears as he gripped your sheets. it took everything in him not to fuck you senseless then, but he swore he’d be gentle with you.

“it’s alright,” he whispered to you, “i know, darling, i know.” he could feel you clamp down on him, your muscles tightening feverishly as he praised you. you couldn’t help but love the way he talked to you, he was so gentle and validating, welt was so sweet and understanding. your pussy gushed more as he muttered sweet nothings in your skin, his grip on your sheets as tight as your pussy’s grip on his cock. the pain subsided with each thrust, pleasure flooding your senses, your juices leaking from your hole and onto your sheets. “you’re doing so good for me, so, so good.”

it’s seriously taking every bit of willpower and control not to fuck into you. it’s disgusting, really, how badly he wants to fuck you with brutal thrusts, how badly he wants everyone to hear you scream out in pleasure, how badly he wants to make you squirm and cum everywhere. he wants to do that ten times over, at the least. he knows you can’t handle that, not now, but every shred of his being wants to fuck you until you swear your pussy is all his.

“so fucking good, baby,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he stuffs you full of his cock, milking out every drop of pleasure he can get before he inevitably cums, “such an angel for me.”

you continue to babble and mewl, feeling his cockhead thrust itself as deep as it can into you. you can feel himself slowly losing any sort of restraint he has, moaning with you as he slams his hips into yours. you kiss his neck as he huffs in your ear with every movement of his hips, groaning lowly when he slides back into you with vigor.

the world around you seemed to dull as your body grew hotter and needier. your blankets were damp with your slick, your skin burning and your core tightening. nothing really made sense but him, him and the way he was fucking you. you held onto his back, sliding your hands underneath his loose dress shirt, clawing and digging your nails into his skin. welt’s pace quickened, sweat dripping from his forehead, his back getting sticky from the perspiration.

every single muscle of yours was wound tense with pleasure, as were his, his control was slipping from his grasp. “just like that, hold me just like that.” he breathed into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. your senses were heightened as the world buzzed around you, nothing else mattered in this moment other than him and your quickly approaching orgasm. your nails dug harder into his bare skin as your heart beat harder in your ears. the sound of your pussy, as well as his moans and his skin against yours was all too lewd.

you murmured in his ear that you were close, welt responding in gentle praises and reciprocation. the coil in your gut loosened with intense euphoria, ecstasy washing over you and your tight muscles. welt chased after his high with a few erratic and intense thrusts into you, a guttural sound leaving his lips. his head lolled onto your shoulder lazily, welt catching his breath as his grip on your sheets loosened.

“are you okay?” welt whispered, breathing heavily.

“yeah, i’m okay. are you?” you replied.

“…i’m okay. i’m great, honestly,” he said with humor in his voice.

“we should probably head back, your friends might be worried about you.”

[chiyoso]

“THE MARA'S WILL”

someone as fragile as you shouldn't have to reign the bloodied fields of cloudford, along with raging war against two powerful factions—as well as an internal presence that invaded your mind that started all of this mayhem.

content warnings; oneshot · female reader · honkai impact 3rd inspired · takes place after xianzhou arc · canon universe · manupulation · mentions of depressive tendencies · declining mental health · war · death · traumatic events · mentions of blood · fighting · sensitive descriptions · dead dove: do not eat.

author notes; an open ending is an open ending. i appreciate all your of love for this oneshot, but i won't be making pt2. ty.

The Astral Express.

A widely known faction of celestial mysteriousness that traverses across the galaxy, they dedicate themselves to the ways of trailblaze and adventure, an enormous train conducted by a rumored fluffy creature that travels through vast worlds with its starry residers.

However, you didn't expect to meet the faction like this. The time that you yourself encountered the famous members of the Express— or rather, they bumped into you.

A memorable impression, leading their hearts and minds to waver in complete uneasiness, fear and curiousity.

It was one of those moments. Moments of tranquility, replaced almost immediately with unsightly chaos, and screeching horrors.

And they weren't coming from you.

2:49 PM — CLOUDFORD, XIANZHOU LUOFU

NOW PLAYING ♪ TOT MUSICA

11 minutes until eruption.

ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ

ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ

“F- Fu-aahh.... Haah...” You groaned in pain. The sounds of alarms, crumbling and a voice of elegant dread echoed inside your mind, chanting unfamiliar, incomprehensible sounds that you were unable to understand nor fathom its sound waves.

Your flesh continued to crack as gold seeped out from the insides, bright lightning marks all around your form, accompanied with your heavy eyelids, struggling to keep your consciousness as you panted heavily. Your thoughts fogged viciously with memories of all kinds, your mind had felt like a mix between ice and fire. A flaming vortex along with an Icy storm that seethed inside, causing a severe throbbing that had you wailing in pain in heaps of volume consecutively as you grip your head.

“M- Mr. Yang!” A high pitched voice trembled, struggling on her feet while a grey haired female helped her up to stabilize her balance.

“Go. Call for reinforcements. I'll take it from here.” He says, gripping his cane while the other hand hoists his frames up to his nose bridge, returning his gaze towards the sight of you.

Reinforcements?

“H-hhgk—” You coughed up gold. Your face stained with your aureate tears, gasping for air as you clenched the area of your heart, which was beaming light, pulsating with the same color as the liquid that stained your whole being.

What was happening?

You screech, lower limbs suddenly at work, executing swift dodges that your untrained body couldn't handle physically, stretching and tearing your muscles.

Something was fighting for survival, and it wasn't you.

Your actions lowered the morale of determination from the Cloud Knights that had stationed on the sidelines, now replaced with a panic and fear from your ever so visibly increasing strength and agility, etching negative emotions into their wounded states that you have inflicted previously.

The man with the glasses, distance away from you clicked his tongue in frustration, he had summoned a multitude of black holes, raining hellish orbs of gravity towards you in such high speeds and velocity, but you... despite your poor state of self, you've managed to avoid them all.

But,

Even you weren't aware of your own skillful sequences.

ᛗᛁᛖ ᚾᛖᚷ ᛟᚾ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ

ᚾᚨᚺ ᛈᚺᚨᛋ ᛏᛖᛉᛉᛖ ᛚᚨᚺ

“P- Please... shut... get out of m—”

Feeble attempts of retribution, cease your resistance.

Play into submission, child of Lan.

You cocked your head to the skies, letting out gutteral sobs to the heavens, screaming and pleading your heart out while your own nails dug into your skin, your eyes weeped in gold, blurring your sense of sight.

Your thoughts were a sea of fragmented memories, bad ones, the negative ones that only fueled your transformation and the thread of your consciousness that you desperately were holding onto, was now being threatened harshly.

The man in glasses gripped his cane, firming his hold while witnessing your overwhelming presence and what was happening infront of him.

You were talking to yourself. You were visibly in pain, you were weeping, and the mara that was supposed to overcome you right now was... being barely resisted. Resisted. Resisted?

That's impossible.

You can't resist the Mara.

Beads of sweat formed trickled down along his jawline, his eyes diluded towards the sight that was all too familiar for him.

Someone- or something was talking to you, and he felt nothing but the sensation of dread swell inside him.

He didn't know what to do. Based on your own visible actions, it was clear—you didn't mean to do any harm, you were struggling more than anyone in this dire situation.

You brought your tainted hands that was darkening onto your face, trying to hold onto what's left of yourself, your consciousness.

“PLEASE! L- LEAVE M—” You choked out.

You were stumbling on your feet, drowning in pain as you sobbed your pleas of desperation.

His face scrunches, biting his bottom lip, frustrated over his hesitancy and lack of determination into going all out against you.

You reminded him of a state that reminded him of his past companions from another world, a state that only led to an upbringing of a powerful force, leading to the destruction of humanity and civilizations, a state that almost destroyed his homeworld.

But he had to remind himself repeatedly, you were just... Mara-strucked. A man-made work from the schemes of Sanctus Medicus, their work, befalling to an unfortunate character before him.

But... why the hell were you talking to yourself? Why were you pleading? Crying? How were you still able to talk? And most importantly, how were you still able to resist your supposed inevitable demise?

You peeked through your digits, your eyes pierce to the man with glasses, before lowering your hands to your sides in idle, continuing to pant heavily in place.

Your stance had your staggering legs slightly bent, your chin upwards—but your stained eyes remained on the figure infront of you.

His eyes diluded upon meeting your sorrowful gaze, his hand tightened around his cane further, seemingly ready to take on any action you will commence, but he wished you didn't engage, he wished for your attacks to cease. He didn't desire to harm you at all—You were in obvious pain, emotionally, physically and mentally, and only his veteran observations can see that.

“M- Miss—”

“Kill me.”

You said breathily with your burning throat, your voice had been accompanied with a second, mixing with your original tone with a now deeper, and sinister chord that showed the fruition of the transformation you were currently experiencing.

Your hands find their way to your throat as you coughed out more gold, along with the taste of iron that mixed with the aureate liquid that had turned into an morbid shade of color from your blood.

Your legs gave in, bringing you to your knees while you continued to choke on your own secretes, sobbing continuously from the sensations you were experiencing.

“BENEFACTOR! SHE HAS FALLEN!”

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”

“END HER LIFE BEFOR—” “Gghk-... Nngh...”

“Reinforcements are on their way.”

“I- It hurts.... It HURTS!!!”

“Call for further units! At ONCE!”

“P- Please tell me I'll live...”

“BENEFACTOR ITS YOUR CHANCE!”

“M- Monster!” “M- MY ARMS!”

“KILL HER!” “HER STRENGTH IS ONLY-”

“KILL HER!” “KILL HER!”

“KILL HER!!!!”

“KILL HER!”

The man with glasses was overwhelmed with contradicting emotions, hindering his wavering will to use the opportunity of your vulnerability.

The cries and pleas of desperation from the several Cloud Knights that have fallen from your battle, ring through the bloodied field, along with your genuine—sorrowful filled sobs that only haunted and hesitated him much more.

His own thoughts were only mirroring the mess that you were in, having to be filled with deep memories of a life that was filled with death and torment, reminding him of his sins once again.

The child of the Hunt, hopelessly clings onto the wretched humanity, only to be shunned out and betrayed by your own race.

I feel their sea of desperation, their desires for your lesser existence to perish without a trace in the galaxy.

Give into the sensations of truth, let it embrace your poorly sculpted soul, for I will accept you without fail.

You were already on the floor arched, your hands had continued to hold your head, gripping your hair as you wallowed in your pool of tears, gold and blood that soaked your once beautiful skin.

“Sss-top... Stop... Please...”

You've already hurt your own kind.

“I- I... Hgk— Ahh-Haah...”

You've already inflicted enough despair and chaos to the point where these lowly humans cling onto their life in a feeble attempt of living.

“Th- That's not...”

Savor their pleas and screams of anguish as they call upon your death. You aren't wanted, you aren't needed.

“THAT'S NOT TRUE—”

The floor beneath your shaking body began to crack, the density and force around you had only drastically strengthen, creating a growing crater below you.

You are only inducing fear in your surroundings, and you are more than aware of what you're causing.

Hatred. Anguish. Despair. A need for violent measures. A selfish greed of clinging onto life from their grave wounds you placed upon them. This is all you.

All you.

Mindlessly in pain, your body unwillingly helps itself up despite your own injuries. You took a heavy step forward, only ceasing the noises that surrounded you as they witness your hauntingly beautiful yet bloodied form, but there was no attraction, they were now instilled with a new type of fear.

2:55 PM — CLOUDFORD, XIANZHOU LUOFU

5 minutes until eruption.

You were a golden death. A victim.

A new dreadful existence that was unintentionally yet successfully created by Sanctus Medicus.

The golden liquid had already burned the rest of your outfit. Your body only continued to pour gold from the rifts on your skin, your heart—or your now crystalized core, pulsated with consecutive glows, as if your former heart, and the rest of your biology had changed, in which case, it did.

That's it... Embrace it... Your perfected, honed and better self.

Shut up.

The voice chuckles, continuing to fog and envelope your whole essence.

The unwavering, unbearable pain was now released, replaced with the sensations of your skin, healing slowly. The paleness in your face had become warm once again along with your body.

Your hair only grew longer, luscious and free, your eyes glimmered in high self esteem once more, while previous cracks all over your body had almost disappear as if nothing was there in the first place.

You will never admit it, but you felt more healthy, you felt beautiful, you felt confident, you felt...

New, refreshed and reborn, and you grasped control of yourself once again.

Your newfound vigor and vitality only brought unease and curiousity to the Cloud Knights who loathed your existence being a supposed child of Yaoshi the Abundance now.

The man with glasses couldn't help but be reminded of his weakness from your newfound growth, he had hesitated until now, witnessing your upbringing and his own actions had left a sour feeling on his drying throat, unease had surrounded the man, in fear of what will commence. He doesn't know how much longer he can fight, accompanied with the knowledge of his two fatigued Astral companions seeking out help of any kind, but another question lingered in his thoughts;

What were you?

You weren't a mindless Mara-strucked individual that they've previously continuously dealt with, nor you had the appearance of golden leaves that battered and grew out of you. You were just a woman, at what he assumes to be your very prime, the high peak of your health, appearance, physicality and mental state, and your curiousity and confusion about your own state confirmed his assumptions.

“I-...” Your senses interrupt you as your instincts come into fruition, tilting your head to the right, only to reveal a Cloud-Piercing spear infront of your vision that had thrusted forward from behind. The light, horizontal slit from your left cheek which the Cloud Knight slightly grazed, begun to heal almost quickly, as well as suddenly realizing your hand was already around the unfortunate Cloud Knight's neck, lifting them up in a chokehold as their air supply begins to be cut off.

With widened eyes, you immediately loosened your grasp upon becoming aware of your actions, retorting your hand while guilt pumped into you.

“It- It was... It was instinct I-” Your voice cracked, bringing both of your hands to cover your mouth as your once blurred vision finally had a good look to your surroundings, grasping the situation and your hellish surroundings at bay.

Remember the sight.

Your mind throbbed once again, yet your nerves find ways to soothe the pain, but... even then, it will never be able to heal your aching heart and the damage you inflicted against the soldiers of the Xianzhou Alliance.

Instincts went into play once more, feeling a sudden familiar, pulling force behind moving towards you in a faster, denser velocity, only for you to barely dodge a faster orb of gravity that you had previously, went up against.

“W- Wait! I-” You turn your face quickly towards the man whom attacked you just now, only to be met with a bright, icy blade that moved quickly towards you, but both of your hands had already instinctively raise to your face, piercing both of your palms instead, grasping in the side of the bloodied tip of the cold sword that pierced you.

“FUCK!!! NNGH—!” You whimpered in pain, feeling the sensations of burning that sourced within your palms, along with the skin and nerves that was already healing, your own rejuvenating flesh, pushing out the icy sword as a 'CLANG' follows suit.

“Hmph. You're lucky I didn't throw it with too much force, otherwise you wouldn't be able to survive that!” A voice of a young boy graced the battlefield, turning the red sea into a cold, thundering storm of snow and ice, putting the injured Cloud Knights at ease and discomfort from the coldness that surrounded the environent.

“L-Lieutenant Yanqing!” A Cloud Knight gasped at his arrival, alerting the rest with jarred cheers erupting, while your gaze dilutes back and forth to the man with glasses—and a child who happens to be a lieutenant that had arrived.

“P- Please- I-”

“Save it servant of the Abundance!”

A continuing, cold breeze of snow enveloped the young boy, his aqua colored swords flying towards you once more.

Now equipped with newfound, engraved instincts that you have begun to get use to, your body- that had not tasted the ways of war and battle, danced its way around elegantly and flexibly from the skillful wrath of ice that relentlessly continued to attack you.

Despite your consciousness and having a sense of control once again, you felt another sensation, one that felt like another presence, another soul, tangled with yours, tugging at your essence, and it was most definitely the reason as to why you were moving in such a way, that continued to inflict fear and uneasiness to the Cloud Knights, and the man with the glasses whom continued to witness your dance of agility and grace against the right hand of the Arbiter General.

...

...

Why me...?

Imperfect.

There are many others.

...

The embodiment of failure and success.

Wh- What does that even mea—

A host of purity and defections all in one. All suited for me.

A canvas of the purest, warmest of soul, painted with absolute grief, sadness, regret, pain — yet harboring no anger, rage, hatred. A non-existent need for revenge.

Something a certain diciple of mine lacked, thus her inevitable defeat from the subjects of Akivili.

And you are mine to break and reconstruct. I can finally fathom why the Hunt had their arrows set on you.

The words gnawed your logical, racing thoughts, leaving you in a moment of disarray, visibly seen from your relentless opponent.

The Hunt... The... Reignbow Arbiter? But—

“Hhgk—!”

Tch. So flawed.

You felt another burning sensation to the left side of your waist, looking towards a deep cut that split your flesh into two from the icy blades that hailed like the rain against you, yet once again, it had begun to heal slowly, as sounds of your flesh and cells crickled, halting the young boy in his trained steps for a moment.

“What... What are y—” The young boy gets cut off.

Your gaze suddenly returns to the boy, with your left iris flickering into a golden color, replacing your original shade.

“Your demise.” The voice took over your vocals for a moment.

“N- No! you will NOT HARM ANYONE FURTHER!” You grit your teeth, holding your curled fists into each other, retraining yourself and letting the voice solely focus on avoiding further attacks.

How unpleasant.

Why do you continue to resist, child of Lan?

The sight of you... talking to yourself? No... Your voice had continued to change back and forth, only confusing him further.

Something was amiss, but the young boy and his youth couldn't fanthom the uniqueness of the situation before him, he had only one thing in his determined mind, the solution of exterminating a being that threatened the peace for the Xianzhou Luofu; You.

The boy took his stance, his flying swords once again stationed behind him, but a sudden deep voice emerges from behind him, only startling the whole battlefield in his appearance.

“Yanqing. Well done in keeping the adversary at bay.”

A commanding presence immediately intensified the trickling air of tension, only leaving sounds of sharp breaths and your continuous argument with yourself.

Hush.

Huh?

You fall into silence to its bidding, only to look around to the young boy, who was now accompanied with the famous Arbiter General, holding a glaive that had a threatening presence, along with the General himself.

“I apologies for my tardiness Mr. Yang. I had matters to tend to.” The strong presence spoke, his eyes hovering upon your naked, yet coated state, assessing the situation with an unknown gleam in his eyes.

“Where of Stelle and March?” The man with glasses walked beside him, mirroring his gaze upon the beautiful woman before their sights.

“I sent message to the High Elder Vidyadhra medic to tend to their wounds, not to worry, they will be back.” He said faced to him with a knowing smile, only causing goosebumps to your skin, he was taking in this stage you set lightly, only irritating the voice in your head slightly.

“Now... What of the contexts of this fascinating situation?” The Arbiter General's penetrating gaze returns to you, eyeing your undeniable attracting form. You were oblivious, but the voice wasn't.

Leave the premises, now.

Wha? W- Who are you to tell me what t—

The throbbing had begun once again. Their conversations sealed upon noticing your actions as your hands gripped tightly around your head, whimpering in place.

“S- Stop...”

No. If you perish, I-

...

Leave, woman.

“Is she...?” The Arbiter General looks towards the man with the glasses, his eyebrow raised slightly in speculation.

“She's... She had been at this state for more than a few minutes since earlier...” He frowned, gripping his cane, being reminded of fragments from his life that whispered evily to him.

“Who cares? Let's extinguish her presence already General!” Impatient, the young boy firmed his grasp around the hilt of his sword of ice, pointing the tip of the sharpness towards you, his sky filled eyes sending daggers to your direction with determination.

“Patience little lieutenant. One does not rush in unknown, trifling matters.” The General warns with a faint smile that doesn't reach to his eyes, and without a choice from the tone of command, the young boy's will wavers with a sigh, lowering his blade in defeat.

“P- Please, end me...”

Your words grasped the attention of the trio, while your tears began to flow, taking note of your willingness to submit in defeat.

“See?! Even—” The young boy gets cut off once more, earning a serious glare from the General that hushed him almost immediately.

“Please I-... I'm sorry for causing harm...” You continued to sob quietly, gritting your teeth while your head continued to throb mercilessly with ruthless, familiar pain.

I said leave now, and I'll cease the pain.

The Arbiter General takes a step forward, his left hand holding the body of his glaive, no words left needed to describe that despite his aloof hold around his weapon, he was more than ready for any attempt of violent assault.

NOW.

Mirroring the gesture of his, you took a step back abiding the voice's word, your glistening, heterochromic eyes lock with the readied General, only fascinating him further from your saddened, alluring gaze. Noticing your hesitancy for closeness.

“...My lady, if you escape this very moment, I will make sure that every inch of the Xianzhou Luofu will be well guarded, awaiting your presence in every corner you find yourself in to hide away from our— from my grasp.”

A silence from him ensued for a few long moments, following a faint warning smile from earlier, his gaze unwavering towards you while you weeped, assuming you aren't able to grasp his own chords.

“I- I do not... wish to harm anyo—”

“You're right my lady, I won't allow it.” He came closer, moving towards you with delicacy in his footsteps.

“ ... ”

...

...Stubborn child.

“Don't go, my lady.”

“It- It hurts... My head... General I-”

“Our High Elder Vidyadhra apothecary will assist you.” The General says firmly with undertones of softness, taking another step forward, but you remained still, weeping in silence from the continuous throbbing and regeneration of the nerves that seethed you repeatedly.

He manipulates.

S- Stop the—hhnghk... Please...

His experienced words, eons worth of vocabulary, coming into fruition, laying the power of syllables onto you. Do not—

I DON'T- I CANNOT CARE FROM THE UNBEARABLE PAIN YOU CONTINUE TO MAKE ME SUFFER IN!

A befitting punishment for your unwilling soul.

“I- I didn't mean to... General I- Hnnhk—...” Your form staggers, suffering from the internal turmoil that resumed, collapsing in place—but before you hit the floor, the sensation of warmth arrived behind your lower back and waist.

You found your crystalized golden core, your bare, coated chest pressed up against a man with command, towering and holding your suddenly weakened state that matched a situation one again in prior events.

“Jing Yuan.” He said, lowering his own golden to you, his expression, hidden with enthrall from your weakened state.

You hear the voice click its tongue.

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so—”

“Hush my lady,” He said in his low, husk voice, holding your weakened body, his hand firming against the soft, coated and warming flesh of your waist, stirring a once familiar sensation that rooted in his stomach.

“General Jing Yuan—” The young boy averted his gaze with a slight flush in his cheeks. Jing Yuan had not heard him, lest deciding to tend to the injured Cloud Knights instead, grumbling under his breath.

The man with glasses came closer to the two of you, his gaze feigning ignorance on the display.

“Miss... What—” He gets cut off, both men alarmed from your sudden intense grip around his biceps, your golden, crystalized core beaming, pulsating rapidly along with your quickened breath.

A golden ray of light erupted from you surrounding you vertically in a circle, sending the light up towards the sky endlessly, alerting everyone who bore witness to the intense display.

So be it.

A powerful, echoing screech escaped your mouth, tilting your head up to the direction of the clouds that welcomed your gaze as rubbles of cement from the previous struggles of the battle began to levitate the surroundings.

”ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ”

I claim your soul, little child of the Hunt.

You will be my host, my pure, imperfection of despair.

Only I shall intertwine with you, body, mind and soul eternally.

And this mortal, blessed with the lightning guardian spirit, shall be your first prey.

3:00 PM — CLOUDFORD, XIANZHOU LUOFU

The eruption commences.

how ironic, this fic being my first successful hsr fic ended up being the reason why i got my ppl pleasing tendencies back pfft. anyways, reblogs help my audience reach, thank you!

[psychopomparia]

Finally, the Otto Apocolypse-Luocha-Void Archives encounters I've been waiting for

I waited so long for them to remember that Void is still in the game. Welt arrived at the express with a blonde companion (no seriously, where is VA in the game? He gets mentioned early on vaguely and then in the Welt flashbacks. He's even in Welt's splash art)

and then there's these two

I love Otto's narrations here. He's such a guy

TWINS akdlsfjfalsd

[deathbxnny]

hallo!! platonic welt yang and otto apocalypse with child!herrscher reader? :))

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Hello there, Anon! Thank you for the nice request and I hope you'll like this!<3

Content: Child Herrscher reader, brainwashing?, Otto being a bit evil, small mentions of experimentation, fluff, platonic relationships, probably somewhat ooc?, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

《Welt Yang》

Welt only relaxed around you, once he made sure you weren't hostile or violent. Then, like most kids he seems to randomly stumble upon, he decided to take you under his wing as well, in hopes of making you do good for the world instead of destroying it. Some tried arguing against his decision on this, but he is too stubborn to be swayed rom it. If he believes you can do good, then you will.

With that said, your Herrscher identity is kept a secret from the general public and only very few and selected people know of it. He wants to give you a chance at a normal childhood, perhaps out of guilt for the few Herrscher children and teens who couldn't do the same.

You are therefore treated as a child, something that definitely tires out the older man at times, who has a hard time keeping up with you. You however have made his life brighter and more lively in many ways, which he appreciates more than you'll ever know. That made him spoil you very often with anything you want. He knows it's probably not a good idea, but he just can't help himself. Welt is also very mindful of educating you well and keeping track of your manners. He won't ever scold you too harshly for mistakes, and instead will simply take mistakes as teaching moments with you. Even when you get bored of his lectures easily.

You will never see the brutality of a battlefield either. He absolutely refuses to put you in danger, even if you were strong enough to take care of yourself. He'll protect you and the rest of the world with his life and makes sure you never forget that. He'll always be there for you when you need him.

《Otto Apocalypse》

The chances of you having been essentially kidnapped against your will the moment you awoke as a Herrscher are pretty high. You're scared and confused, but don't worry, Otto is a good guy. Or at least, that's what he tells you. Being so young and naive certainly makes things easier for the man, who's only interest really lies in seeing your abilities potential for his holy cause.

But alas, whilst attempting to brainwash you in believing in whatever he tells you to, he finds himself slowly but surely harboring a soft spot for you. One he stays ignorantly and blissfully unaware of out of fear of becoming too attached. Yet it happens anyways and you take notice in the way he begins to change over time.

He doesn't outright ever conduct experiments on you, or at least not painful ones. Those seem to become more similar to long talking sessions, until he eventually just keeps you at his side as a little "asssisstant". He argues that it's to keep an eye on you easier, but it's fooling no one. Otto also has a habit to spoil you with whatever you want, whenever you did well on a task or test he had set up for you.

Whether or not he sets you out to fight against his enemies is really up to his mood and the circumstance at hand. It's really rare however and often times he just let's you stay next to him, so you can "watch and learn". In reality, you have just become too valuable for him to lose, but that's something he won't ever admit.

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I thank you once again for the request Anon and hope you liked it!<33

[brynn-lear]

* In STEM = SHS or College student/worker.

Please reblog for larger sample size!!!

Why did I make this poll: I'm in a small yandere!hoyoverse community (you might be familiar with some of their names, feel free to drop by in their blogs ^^) and it seems most of us are in STEM fields? Just wanna know if it was pure coincidence or there's a trend.

[dumplingsfordays]

titty lover!welt hcs

Welt Yang x fem!reader

genre - fluff

cw!: reader's titties are thicc, welt and reader are in a relationship, protective!welt, he might be lowkey addicted to ur bosom, super fluffy

note - I am a firm believer in titty lover!Welt. That is my only concrete hc for him and I love it lmao. Also I think that my writing is kinda devolving into (cough) smut (cough) so I might write a cute lil boyfriend fic later 👀

And as always, thank you for reading :))

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titty lover!Welt who would sell his soul just to squeeze them bazongas once. Them mommy milkers. Them beautiful boobies. You're kinda concerned that he's your bf only because you got big titties but he always denies it-

titty lover!Welt who loves kneading ur titties in the early mornings if you slept in his room. Everytime he does so, you'll wake up to his large, calloused hands gently caressing your soft chest.

titty lover!Welt who uses you as a reference to practice his anatomy skills, but always ends up sketching your bosom. He can't help it - it just looks so perfect, how could he not be distracted?

titty lover!Welt who gets a little more protective of you if you're wearing a low-cut top in public. He will never make you wear something you don't want to, but he consistently finds himself wrapping a hand around your waist to show that if he catches anyone staring at your boobs, he'll teach them a lesson after you two finish your walk.

titty lover!Welt who can't stop staring at your soft breasts. Almost every time you talk to him and your chest is even partially showing, his eyes will keep darting between your beautiful eyes and your titties as you try to explain to him that he's staring.

titty lover!Welt who uses your bosom as a pillow when he's exhausted. He'll come into his bedroom to see you on the bed, patting the sheets so that he can lay down beside you. He plops down onto the mattress, burying his face in your mounds and hugs you while you pat his head and ask him about his day.

titty lover!Welt who loves you - he really does, and loving you also includes loving them boobies. He often claims (in private, of course) that "titties are love, titties are life."

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Welt be like

[catalinemorosetheblog]

You know what’s funniest about the HSR x HI3 crossover and Sparkle being in the HI3 main story?

That event happened before HSR’s main story. Which means that in the Penacony Quest, Welt was like one plot device away from speaking to someone who had been in close proximity to his home world.

Which is both sad and really, really, funny.

He was like 100 feet from someone who might have spoken to his pseudo niece/sister (it’s complicated).

[softringing]

Sparkle's HI3 model is so CUTEEE

I gotta say she OUTDID the hsr design but HSR has better color coordination than HI3 bc its obviously a newer game with improved graphics

Can't wait to see what she'll do with vita

And apparently Sampo's gonna be a Boss in HI3 MAIN PLOT (questionable but thats bc sparkle did appear in the MAIN PLOT of HI3) so I wonder if he'll be getting a different outfit too (pls be a cool suit pls be a cool suit)

[solxamber]

Hiiiiii similar to the first person who requested for HI3 can I also have some romantic Otto Apocalypse crumbs pls my Liege 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

I also want this man so down horrendously it's unbelievable he doesn't get much × Reader if we decide to look at the things he's done and then the Kevin Kaslana × Reader tags and what THEY'VE done (both man were pathetic loser boys wanting their hot GF back to life and committing multiple crimes yet Kevin gets away bc he has Kaslana privilege‼️‼️)

Otto Apocalypse x reader

thanks for the request, i hope you like it <3

Otto Apocalypse was many things—an immortal, a schemer, and, most notably, a man with the patience of a saint. But even the saintliest of men have their breaking point. And that breaking point, it seemed, was you.

"Why do you look so annoyed, Otto?" You leaned over the balcony, gazing out at the sun-kissed gardens below. A teasing smile played on your lips as you twirled a daisy in your fingers. "You're usually so composed. Did something go wrong with your latest 'genius' plan?"

Otto, ever elegant in his refined attire, stood beside you, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I wouldn’t call it annoyance," he replied, a strained smile appearing on his lips. "Just… recalibrating my expectations."

"Recalibrating?" You let out a soft chuckle, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "That’s just your way of saying I ruined your plans again, isn’t it?"

Otto's smile twitched. You had ruined his plans, though 'ruined' might be too strong a word. More like... creatively altered. He had spent centuries orchestrating complex schemes, manipulating time, and people, for his mysterious goals. Yet, ever since you’d come into his life, it seemed that things hadn’t quite gone according to plan. In fact, most of his plans now revolved around you, though he’d never admit it out loud.

"You could’ve at least warned me before single-handedly stopping that Honkai outbreak," he muttered, watching as you casually spun the daisy, completely unbothered by the events of earlier that day. "You’ve made it rather difficult to maintain a certain level of… mystique."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Mystique? Otto, you’re like a walking historical museum. I think your ‘mystique’ ran out about 500 years ago."

"Is that so?" Otto said, leaning in slightly, his golden eyes locking with yours. There was a dangerous gleam there, one you recognized well. It was the look of a man who was just a little too used to getting his way, and who found it endlessly amusing when you didn’t bend to his whims.

But instead of backing down, you grinned wider. "Yep. All gone. You’re like an open book now. Super predictable."

"Predictable?" Otto echoed, raising an eyebrow. His voice took on a smooth, teasing lilt. "Then you wouldn’t mind if I did this?" And with one swift motion, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your breath hitched—just a tiny bit—and you felt your cheeks heat up. But you weren’t about to let Otto have the last word. Oh no.

Feigning nonchalance, you shrugged. "See? Totally predictable. I knew you were going to do that."

Otto let out a soft chuckle, his golden eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is that so? Then tell me," he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as he tilted your chin up with a single finger, "what am I going to do next?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your cool. Mostly.

"Probably something overly dramatic, knowing you," you teased, but the words felt a little breathless as they left your lips. You stared into his eyes, the weight of centuries behind them, and for a moment, you could see the layers of his mind shifting, calculating, as if trying to decide his next move.

But then, the tension broke as Otto straightened, letting out a genuine laugh. "Dramatic? Me? I believe you’re mistaking me for someone else."

"Oh, please." You crossed your arms, leaning back against the balcony rail. "You’re literally the definition of dramatic. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you always make an entrance with some cryptic line about destiny."

"That’s part of my charm," Otto quipped smoothly, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his pristine coat. "You should appreciate it more."

"Yeah, yeah," you sighed, though you couldn’t help but smile. "Well, I guess I don’t mind too much. Someone’s gotta keep you from turning into a complete drama queen."

Otto chuckled again, his voice softening. "And that’s why I enjoy having you around. You’re not afraid to challenge me. In fact, you make things… interesting."

"Interesting?" You raised an eyebrow. "Is that your way of saying I’m unpredictable?"

"Perhaps," Otto admitted, his eyes softening as he regarded you. "In all my centuries, I’ve never met anyone quite like you."

You blinked, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. Otto wasn’t exactly known for being sentimental, but there was something different about this moment. Something... vulnerable.

"Well," you said, your voice suddenly quieter, "I guess that makes two of us."

For a moment, the world seemed to slow, the laughter and teasing fading into something softer, more intimate. You both stood there, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the garden below, and for once, neither of you had a witty comeback. It was just… you and Otto.

But, of course, Otto couldn’t resist breaking the silence.

"So," he said, a sly smile curling his lips, "about that Honkai outbreak you conveniently stopped without informing me…"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh. "Seriously, Otto? We’re back to that?"

Otto grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "It’s a matter of principle. I can’t let you have all the glory, now can I?"

"Fine, fine," you said, throwing your hands up in mock surrender. "Next time, I’ll let you handle it. Just don’t come crying to me when things get out of hand."

"Deal," Otto said, his voice warm with affection. He stepped closer again, his hand brushing against yours. "But in the meantime… perhaps we could enjoy a quiet evening together? Without any world-saving interruptions?"

You looked up at him, surprised by the gentle tone in his voice. "Are you asking me out, Otto Apocalypse?"

"Is that so shocking?" he teased, though his golden eyes were soft. "I’m capable of being a romantic, you know."

"Really?" You grinned, stepping closer to him. "Prove it."

Otto’s smile widened, and without another word, he took your hand in his, guiding you away from the balcony and toward the garden, where the sun was setting in a golden glow. And for once, in all his centuries of scheming, plotting, and manipulating, Otto Apocalypse allowed himself to simply be in the moment—with you.

And maybe, just maybe, you realized that behind all the drama and theatrics, there was something genuine between you and Otto. Something that, against all odds, made you both smile.

kaslana privilege is so real. i'm also super elysia brained when it comes to hi3 so i didn’t have much of an opinion on kevin 🧍‍♂️ and i'm ngl i only like otto because of his jp va

Masterlist

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Gotta love Honkai Impact 3rd for going “you thought this was a self-insert? Sike. This was canonically a genderfluid lesbian all along.” Bold choice.

[blue-cadence]

Kiana with villain reader pls

The Hunt

❦❧ Characters: Kiana Kaslana x Villain!Reader

❦❧ Genre: Fluff, comfort

❦❧ Word Count: 533 words

❦❧ A/N: My bad it’s not really a villain reader, I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it—

❦❧ Summary: She’s on the run, but you caught her.

Splish. Splash. Countless footsteps were walking through rainy puddles in the busy city. No one had the time to pay attention to a shady teenager. No one cared, more like in a big city. You walked through the dark alleys of Arc City, a simple cloak covering your appearance. Only a couple strand of wet h/c locks stuck to your face.

It was still a wild goose chase for Kiana. You were leading a small group of Valkyries under Durandal’s command to find her. Multiple groups were currently searching the bustling city for any sort of clue or sign.

Your gaze falls in a nearby intersection. A flash of white whizzed by which caught everyone’s attention. You make a quick signal to the rest of your crew to split up, corner the girl. The command was made with a bit of a pause before being issued, like you were hesitating.

You couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the mission object, Kiana. But you shook the thought quickly. Overseer Otto knows what he’s doing, of course. That’s the entire reason you follow him, confident in his vision of purging Honkai from the world. The walls that fell for a brief moment were now steeled again as you searched for Kiana.

Thump. A sound caught your attention and you cautiously approached. Shadows fell on the walls as the bodies of your Valkyries fell over. You bent down to check their pulse. Unconscious, not dead. You lifted your head and met someone’s blue eyes. It was Kiana, and she was tired but refused to back down from her Schicksal attackers. You reached your hand out to rest on her shoulder, almost surprising yourself with your words.

“Hey. You alright?” Kiana looked suspiciously at you before gently pushing you away. “Stay away. I— I’m dangerous.” She spoke up with genuine concern for your safety. The girl kept trying to push you away, her eyes never met yours. Once again, you felt your thoughts conflict between your loyalty to the Overseer, and Kiana who stood in front of you. She had been a friend to you on previous joint missions, even though you two never interacted too much.

“Y/n?” She calmed down a little as she recognized your face. “It’s… Been awhile, Kiana.” An awkward silence spanned between you two before you pulled out handcuffs. Kiana looked like she had been through Hell and back, and your dropped the cuffs to hug her. “It’s going to be alright. Everything is okay.”

She buried her face into your shoulder and started to sniffle. “It’s not! Everything is falling apart, I can’t find Mei, and Himeko is—“ At the end of her sentence she started sobbing more and hugging you. “Shh, shh. I promise you it’s going to be okay.” Your hand comfortingly patted her back. You stood there with Kiana as the rain pelted down on you two, footsteps started to thunder down the corridors of the alleys.

“Run. Go.” You softly hissed to Kiana, giving up on the premise of catching her. She glanced back at the black figures on the walls and nodded back. “Alright… Thank you, y/n.” Kiana quickly dashed away leaving you alone until another crew of the Immortal Swords came over. “Did you see her?” You shook your head.

“Nothing. Disappeared like the wind.”

[yingfelis]

Hey! I want to request if you don't mind, Fu Hua x Mantis!Reader, basically this reader I really like that fic lmao, thank you anyway!

Hellooo <333 ofc I actually hadn’t read that one yet until you requested this and it was so cute I loved it

I hope you don’t mind any sort of plot holes or such cause I actually haven’t really finished the ER/PE story yet 😓 (also sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed)

I found you, you found me

Fu Hua x Mantis Reader

You had been in the moths much longer than Fu hua due to getting caught up in honkai attacks at a young age.

When both of your parents had died the moths was the only place left for you to go

You dedicated everything into fighting because in truth what else was there for you to live for?

Due to this you became a mantis at a young age, not caring for the risk of the outcomes, you were one of the few who volunteered and one of the even fewer that survived

But you couldn’t feel anything, your already dull life seem to grow even dimmer.

You lost taste in food and anything that affected the normal human senses seem to dwindle for you

However that does mean you can actually be near and interact with Kevin without feeling his coldness. (This makes him secretly happy)

Everything just felt empty though, no matter what you would do in the end it got you nowhere, life was simply a chore and fighting was all you knew how to do.

Then she had to walk into your life, a broken yet determined girl had suddenly came crashing into your life…. Well technically it was you who came crashing into hers, literally

Being flung through the battle grounds and crashing into the raven haired girl was not part of your usual routine but here you guys were.

Honestly it was just a simple clearing out mission nothing too big but you being you couldn’t feel an injury on yourself until it was too late and a sharp pain took over your body

A large honkai beast took notice of this weakness and immediately rammed into you sending you flying. You would had probably gotten more injuries had a certain young girl around your age appeared in your way and help break your fall

As you got up and were about to apologize/say thank you, you instead had to grab the other girl and duck as an attack was hurled at you two

Snapping out of it you both immediately got back into battle, on the battlefield you two were warriors, not human.

However after the battle, that same girl managed to find you again. She introduced herself to you

“Hua…” you said testing how her name rolled off your tongue. It was surprisingly easy and something just felt right about it.

Hua nodded her head with a small sound of confirmation. “And you? Who might you be”

“Call me Y/n” you said bluntly and a look of realization came across her face.

“Yes, I believe Kevin had mentioned you to me just before this” she said, which didn’t surprise you much. Kevin was fond of you due to you being unaffected by his current state and also one of the few who had successfully became a mantis.

“Mhm, Dr. Mei had mentioned another mantis would be in this mission. If I’m not mistaken we must be around the same age then.” Hua nodded in confirmation as silence fell upon you two.

Hua, not knowing what to do, studied you a bit and instantly noticed your injuries that you seemed to pay no attention to. “Are you going to treat your injuries soon?” She asked, pointing them out

You looked dumbly at her before looking down at yourself. “Ah… I had forgotten about these. Perhaps I should, but it would take too long.”

“So you’re just going to go untreated” a hint of concern was present in her voice

“Perhaps, I’ll see what I can do for myself though-” you felt a hand grab your arm as you were dragged away

“Come, I will at least apply the necessary first aid needed” you dumbfoundedly followed Hua as she led you away from your previous spot. She made you sit down as she grabbed a box filled with medical supplies.

You both sat in silence as Hua begins to clean and bandage up the wounds that were littered around your body.

It was a comfortable silence and you couldn’t help but to feel relaxed and warm at this feeling of being taken care of

Wait….

Feel?

That isn’t right.

After that interaction you found yourself meeting with Hua more often. Whether it was coincidence or your own body unconsciously leading you to her you wouldn’t know

At the very least Hua doesn’t seem to mind the company so you’ll continue to stick around her.

Though this got some teasing from Elysia and intrigued looks from a few others. Your almost instant connection with Hua felt almost like second nature.

You’re not sure why, and Hua doesn’t seem to understand the extent of how out of character this is for you but you can’t help but want to stay with her and protect her from everything. Even her own mind sometimes.

Yes, perhaps jumping in front of an attack with an already unstable body that was on the verge of breaking due to overuse in battle was not the best idea you’ve ever had.

But in your defense, it was aiming at Hua and her getting hurt right in front of you es just unacceptable.

As you awaken in a hospital bed, your eyes immediately noticed the sleeping figure laying their head down next to you.

“Hua…” you mutter, unable to not keep her name from escaping your lips. It was such a pleasant feeling, to say her name, you could do it a millions times if it meant the warm feeling inside of you would remain

Hua stirred before her eyes cracked open. They seemed dazed for a moment as she processed everything

You were awake, her body snapped up, eyes looking at you in shock. You stared back with an unreadable expression like always

Hua simply relaxed a bit as her hand gripped the bed sheets tightly. “You’re awake, thank god” her voice was quiet with a bitter yet relieved expression

You nodded and took the hand she was gripping onto the bed so tightly into yours, loosening the grip of it. You didn’t like it when she did that all agitation and stressed, you liked it when she was relaxed. Hua knew this

“Even now you’re still focused and worried about me… why? You could have nearly died due to my ignorance.” Hua was frustrated, why did you always do this, why for her, what did she do to deserve such protection from you?

“I didn’t want to see you hurt” You responded calmly, almost like it was as obvious as what color the sky was

This only made her more frustrated. She stood up “you think I want to see you hurt too!? Y/n what you did was reckless and idiotic, had your body not mange to pull itself together you would not be here. The mission would have been a failure and I—…”

Hua’s voice died down at the end as she looked down

“I could have lost you too… and it would have been all my fault-”

Hua found herself not being able to continue as arms wrapped around her abruptly pulling her close. It was a bit of an awkward position due to you still being bed bound but it was warm

“Y/n! What-” “I’m sorry hua please forgive me”

She looked at you in shock as there were silent tears in your eyes. Why? Why were you shedding tears for her? How were you shedding tears? This all confused her

“Hua, none of what happened was your fault. I was so scared to see you hurt, I wanted so badly to protect you. I didn’t even know I could still possess these emotions or any emotions. But you still make me feel them and I latched onto it.” You didn’t even let her get a word in before continuing again.

“You make me feel things I never would have thought I could possess again. In this soulless life I found comfort in your warmth, so please don’t think badly of yourself.” Hua was in no way a love expert but even to her this sounded like a confession. It comforted her in a different way then normal, it was so warm.

So warm that the icy cold exterior she had melted immediately as she cried in your arms. You started to panic fearing you had done something wrong. “Hua? Hua I’m sorry please don’t cry.”

You tried to brush the tears away gently cupping her cheek only for her to lean into your touch… and upwards. A soft pair of lips met yours and you froze, the only thing you could manage was to close your eyes.

As she pulled away you both stared into each other’s eyes. A small blush dusted her face as your mouth was hung open in shock. “I have never once liked seeing a comrade put themselves in harms way. You are no exception to that fact. In fact, you are the one person that I cannot lose.”

Your eyes softened at her words. You let Hua curl up against you as you held her. Leaving a kiss on her temple. “I won’t leave you Hua, I never will. A moth cannot stray from it’s light, and you burn too brightly for me to loose you”

After that, you two were officially dating, though never stated out loud it others it was obvious.

When it came time for the previous era to come to end and the current era to begin, you were along side Hua.

However due to the complications it was decided that while you both were to complete the same task it would be in different areas.

This sadden Hua but you brushed it off “no matter how long it will take I will come back to you, whether you have forgotten me or not will not stop me from being by your side.”

These words brought her comfort as she knew you had meant those words. Entrusting Hua’s care to Fuxi and Nuwa. You two had to part ways

Eventually, Fu Hua’s memories of you had faded until they were completely destroyed in the fight against Sirin. This had broken her in a way she couldn’t understand.

In times of need she found herself longing for the comfort of someone familiar she couldn’t remember, she found herself unconsciously seeing certain fighting styles that made her lost in thought

You were someone that took on many identities over your lifetimes. Fading into the background was normal for you, you had done that a lot during your time with the moths.

Leading others to the goal while remaining undetected was much easier than actually being the leader.

However eventually someone had taken notice of your presence. A man by the name of Welt, Welt Joyce, the first Herrscher of Reason.

Then boom you were sucked into the chaos of Anti-Entropy generally assisting them from time to time while still keeping your identity mostly hidden from others.

You helped them make better tech using your knowledge from the previous era which basically had made you Einstein and Tesla’s go to test subject lab partner

In exchange, they kept your identity a secrete, help you fulfill the goal of passing on your knowledge to the correct era, and finally, gave you tabs as to how Fu Hua was doing.

Despite the many years that have passed your memories of your light was something you treasured. Even if her journey didn’t include you in it, it doesn’t matter to you. Knowing she’s safe is enough for you.

Only after the whole HoS and HoD incident was when you two finally reconnected. Fu Hua had obtained some of her memories back and that included those with you. At first it pained her a bit to know she had no idea of someone she had treasured so deeply before.

She didn’t know how you were or if you were even alive. Had you change? What were you doing for so long? Had you kept you promise or did you forget about her by now? It was all confusing to Fu Hua

Due to the injures she had sustained in the battle with Dominance, Fu Hua was referred to a few days of rest (despite saying how she was feeling fine)

She was getting an examination with Tesla and Einstein when they had told her how they were expecting a “lab partner/a stoic idiot” to show up soon. They said how they would like her to meet said lab partner, which confused her a bit but she didn’t questioned if.

“Doctor Einstein, I had gotten your signal. Was there something you needed to discuss-…” You paused at your eyes took in the very familiar face and body of your (past?) lover. You stood in shock as Fu Hua looked back mirroring your expression.

Einstein ushered doctor Tesla out as she gave you a knowing look and felt you two alone.

You blinked “Hua..?” You asked trying to see if she had recognized you. Which the answer was obviously yes. “Y/n” the name had rolled off her tongue so easy. Yes, it felt right

At that confirmation, the room grew silent. Fu hua didn’t know what she could say to you. Not like either of you two were big talkers before anyways.

Then, when the silent tears rolled down your face that reminded her so much of her memories of that night she stood closer to you and cupped your face.

Wiping your tears she was greeted with the realization of how the roles were reversed now yet it still felt so right.

“Hua… I found you”

“You found me, y/n”

Fu hua gently held you as you basked in her warmth, like a moth to a flame, you had been guided to her once more.

[deathbxnny]

Hello there! Can i request some Durandal romantic hcs, please? (Gender neutral if possible)

I absolutely love Durandal, so thank you so much for this request, Anon! I hope you enjoy this!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, mentions of canon violence, reader is not a Valkyrie, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not really proofread))

Durandal was definitely worried that her line of work would eventually push you away. And even after years of being together, she'll still find herself worrying if it is even safe for her to date you. Her life is filled with battles and dangerous enemies, so you being her only weakness makes things hard at times. But she was never the one to ever give up.

With that said, she makes things work between you two seamlessly with ease. Sure, she is always very busy, but she makes time for just you in between her strict schedule. She often spends her lunch breaks with you, where she simply encourages listening to you ramble about your ordinary life, no matter how boring or uneventful it was.

Durandal definitely takes days off to go on dates with you at least once or twice a month, unless she's deployed to somewhere far away. Your dates usually consist of picnics or long walks. She enjoys taking things slow with you and savoring every moment to the fullest.

She enjoys cuddling you before having to head out. It makes her uncharacteristically late on some days, but it her way of making sure she reminds herself what she's doing all of this for. Seeing you peacefully asleep in the early hours of the morning makes everything worth it.

If she's deployed somewhere very far away from you, she'll definitely text you as much as she can or even resort to writing you letters if she has to. She takes communicating with you super seriously and doesn't miss a chance to hear your voice before a big battle, just in case she never gets to hear it again.

Durandal also keeps a picture of you somewhere on her at all times. It's a reminder to keep going and stay strong if it means that she gets to come home to you by the end of her latest battle. And even if she one day doesn't, she'll at least die happily knowing a part of you is at least with her anyways.

Hope this was okay, and I'm sorry for taking so long, Anon! Thank you again for the request!!<33

[vistarnovels]

STEAL A KISS, MY DEAR ANGEL.

SUMMARY. Su, the guardian angel of [ name ] is caught by her during midnight, when watching over her. he tries to explain himself, but to no use you panic. not knowing how to stop your threatening, he does the first thing that comes to mind.

C/W. guardian angel Su, soooftt sex, plot? maybe, praise so much praise, fem reader, Su is so fucking soft on reader I'm, blowjob, cowgirl hehe, mentions of reader having a knife, sort of scent kink 💗, sensitive su!! , clothed masturbation ( reader ), fingering ( reader receiving ), squirting god, dumbification ig? I don't know.

A/N. okay look, the anon made me have an idea in mind hehe I couldn't help it! I loveeee soft sex it's just so, aghh ( 80 followers celebration !! tags : @kamishir0rui | if you'd like to be tagged in my posts, please send an ask thank you! )

His wings resembled a god's beauty.

Su stood on the railing of your houses balcony, looking upon the glowing moon in content, a smile on his face. for today, he had been given a task to watch over your sleeping state and in which he gladly accepted to.

he has guarded you for almost his entire life, ever since he and you were both children. he wasn't as, sneaky as he thought. if he got a single step closer to you from his place, he'd be caught in an instant.

the wind blew softly, as Su breathed in the fresh air. unbeknownst to him, you approached from behind silently with a switch knife in hand. his nose scrunches at the smell of metal from behind him, wings tensing as it raised in alarm. “I—I can explain!”

he retaliates, holding his hands up in surrender as he turns to look at you slowly and jumping down from the railing. “Well, start.” you were certainly weary of him. he had wings for fuck's sake, as if there wasn't anything more dangerous than a man with wings on a railing. he made it seem like he was bearing it at you as well.

he hesitates for a moment, swallowing harshly as he tries to mutter out something, anything to you. but he's stuck in a trance, breathing in the heavy scent of your perfume. he couldn't get enough of it. it was, entirely the reason he came out to the balcony either way.

he felt suffocated just being in your room, face flushed as he dizzily walked out. he takes a deep breathe, still just as nervous but slightly composured.

“I'm Su, a g-guardian angel.. I— I watch over you during midnight.” he slowly starts, heart beating rapidly at your sharpened knife. You take small steps towards him, knife in front you. “That's bullshit, who are you real— mhm!” your words are cut off by his soft lips, eyes wide as you drop the knife, clanging loudly against the concrete.

he dips you, kissing you softly as he hums at the sweet taste of your chapstick. his mind is hazy as he finally processes what he has done. Su breaks the kiss, breathing heavily with a flushed face. you weren't any different, in the same state as him.

“I—I'm sorry! I, didn't think it through—” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you steal another kiss. you kissed him sensually, tongue invading his mouth as you made out with him. releasing the kiss, he brings you back up, looking at you with a glint of desire in his eyes.

chuckling at his state, you let go of him. you walk backwards and beckon him over with your finger. he follows willingly, already smitten simply with a kiss. closing the sliding door behind him, he locks it before you once more pulled him into a kiss and falling onto your soft bed.

he leans back to admire you, your hair sprawled as your chest heaved. “God, you're beautiful,” he mutters. “So, so pretty.” he kisses your neck lightly, using his finger to tilt your chin up. your hand is pressed against his back, and in a swift moment, he is laid on his back.

“I'll take good care of you, k?” you spoke with a sultry voice, as he gapes at you with lidded eyes. he hums, nodding absentmindedly. palming him hard through his pants, he groans loudly, arching his back as it sends shock waves through him.

“fuck— angel..!” he weeps, voice strained as his head falls back. the simple touch of your skin against his clothed cock made him twitch uncontrollably, thoughts erratic as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. unzipping his pants, you pull it down impatiently, not wanting to anticipate yourself and him.

his cock is already half hard, leaking pre-cum through his boxers. you grin, before pulling down his boxers as he hisses at the cold air meeting contact with his dick. taking his cock in hand, it twitches at your warm hand enveloping it. thumbbing his slit, he whines. “princess, hah! cmon, cut me some— ngh! slack.. sen-sensetive!”

his precum acts as lube, the lewd shlick sound filling the room alongside his breathless moans. you jerk him off, as he thrusts his hips to the movements of your hand, it's filthy. you blow on his cock, giggling as it twitches rapidly. and with that, you take his mushroom tip into your mouth, the bitter taste of his precum coating your mouth.

“feels— so good–! agh!” he moans in ecstasy, eye rolling to the back of his head as your warm mouth also envelopes his cock. he whimpers as you circle his tip with your tongue, saliva drooling down your chin as you do so. he panted, unable to stutter even a single word because even he tried his moans would interrupt it.

you teased him, taking more of his dick as you chocked, tears welling in your eyes. but that didn't discourage you. tucking a hair strand behind your ear, you start to bop your head as his tip constantly hit the back of your throat. whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth resulted in you just jerking him off.

“fuck, you're going to be the death of me..” he mutters, before taking a hold of your hair and shoving your head down his cock. you practically sobbed, letting him treat you like some ragdoll. but, you were enjoying the control he had over you. you held onto his thighs as your nose grazed his pelvic, your cunt weeping with slick.

“so close— so close, hah!” his moan cuts him off, as he whimpers and thrusts him hip up, flushed red and skin sheened with sweat as his hair sticked to his forehead. a hand leaves one of Su's thighs, as you press a finger to your clit, grinding down on it as you moan loudly. his thrusts turn sloppy, as he opens his mouth to warn you.

“'m cumming, fuucckkk~ you'll take it like a good girl, y-yeah?” his grin is wobbly as he looks down at you, not bothering to wait for an answer. not like you could do so anyways. his orgasm builds up, before he groans loudly, perhaps the loudest one you'll be receiving the night.

his warm seed runs down your throat, as you swallow it all, not letting a single drop fall out. as he pulls back, he uses his thumb to open up your mouth, chuckling as you stick your tongue out with no evidence of his cum on it.

“did I, do good?” your voice is hoarse as you ask, but he doesn't put any mind to it. “mhm, so good angel.” he brushes his finger's through your hair, before pulling you up and kissing you softly. his hands grope your ass, as he bites on your bottom lip before switching positions.

“fuck, you're so hot.” his cock twitches at sight of your soaked panties, nearly losing himself as he slips your panties off. your face flushes as he swipes at your clit, whining loudly at his teasing. soon enough, Su slowly enters a digit into your leaking folds, watching as your hips buckled.

“S—Su..” you moan lowly, pulling him close to you sloppily. “I know princess, just hold you alright? I'll fuck you with my cock soon enough.” he fucks you with his finger and you writh, biting onto his shoulder as your eyes nearly roll.

you whine as he takes his finger out, feeling empty. he presses his tip against your cunt, kissing you to distract you from the stretch. he considered himself girthy enough that it would hurt and you couldn't agree more. you hiss, as tears start to well.

“I know it hurts gorgeous, just stop— fuck.. clamping down on my cock, k? it'll end soon, promise.” you nod, biting on your lip hard. he presses light feather kisses on your cheek to sooth you. curse your heart for leaping at the gesture. soon enough, you calm down, loosening up.

“there you go angel..” he murmurs, before gripping your hips tightly and thrusting deeply into you. “fuuckk~” he groans, hips stuttering as his head falls back. you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as his tip penetrates your prostate.

he starts to sloppily fuck your, trying to keep his moans down but to use he starts to whine. “angel! fuck, you're so hot—” he's cut off when you steal a kiss, pushing him down as you climb on top of him, licking your lips. you hover above his cock, juices leaking onto his dick before slamming yourself on his cock.

arching your back, you squirted all over his cock, some of it landing on his chest and waist. he chuckles, thrusting his hips up and catching you off guard as you whine aloud. “feels— so, good!” you squeal as he lifts your hips and slams you down repeatedly, grinning at your fucked out face. “feel good, a-angel?” all you could do was continuously mewl.

as your rode him like it was the end of the world, Su felt his orgasm approaching, his hips started to buckle upwards. “wanna cum in you, p—pleasepleaseplease..” he starts to mutter nonsense, as you grind against him hard. enough that it made him ultimately lose himself in your velvety walls.

he cums with a groan, breathing heavily as he looks at you with lidded eyes. he smirks at your hazed face, pulling your head close as he places a kiss on the corner of your lips. “rest, gorgeous.” you hum, shaking your head. “I'd rather stay awake with you.” you retaliate, but it was obvious that you were close to falling asleep.

“no matter angel, I'll be right here.”