#Honkai Impact 3rd x reader

[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]

𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 (revising/proofreading)

series masterlist | part two

࣪ ˖✧ following content. headcannons · crossover · reader is herrscher of death · oc coded · sprinkle of trauma · fighting · nanook doesn't know what personal space is, nanook is referred to he/him in this fic · welt/blade ptsd moments.

࣪ ˖✧ author notes. 11/21/23 update: everything is planned out, and this will be a series. // 4/17/24 update: revamping. 1.7 out of 3 done. (god forbid tumblr fucking me up by restarting the app, and i didnt get to save. im)

࣪ ˖✧ hired actors. the astral express · the stellaron hunters · aeon nanook.

𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 had his hand around his throat, feeeling it lump to the sight of you.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 questioning your existence in this world internally, over and over, and it didn't help that your evident youth glistened under the lights of the express' lounge, reminding the old trailblazer of what being a herrscher was; a longevity of your lifespan, a title feared by a decaying world, along with reminding him of the sins he committed long before being welcomed to this world.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 whose stomach churned at the sight of your breath hitching in your deep sleep, a sign of your consciousness returning while his astral companions and a fluffy conductor that held your hand, giving your body a positive reaction to the soft conductor's paws, all looked at you with utmost fascination.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 who couldn't help but feel compelled to ingulge in his curiousities, finding your stigmata almost immediately in the process. an intricate design that its way paved against your flesh from your neck, down to your chest.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 discussing with himeko and the conductor afterwards, having discovered your body, floating along the stars unconsciously that alerted the astral express, hence the automatic notion to save you.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 rembering stigmata technology along with other various things back from his homeworld. it's technilogy originating from schicksal, from a tyrant, and it's something that will determine if you were either a friend, a foe, or neither, and welt yang desperately hoped you were the first option, holding onto the hope that you weren't a being against humanity.

prologue; the sovereign.

“everyone,”

welt took a step forward in instinct, hollow and guarded to your direction. “step back, now.” a warning to his stellar companions, feeling a dread that swelled inside him from taking in your familiar energy, honkai energy, radiating and reemerging from you, forcing a part of him that he buried long ago to be present in your presence.

“huh?” the pink haired girl took a moment, glancing back and forth to you and him. “what do you mean mr. yang? she's still asle—” the pink haired's curiousity was interrupted, followed by a small yelp, reaching out for your arm mid-way, the girl's body tensing up as she found her wrist being held tightly with one deft movement, non other by you, which alerted everyone instantly.

“a-ah! let... let—go!” she whined, struggling in your godly grip, and collectively, everyone's took sharp breaths, sensing the thick, sickening spike of your aura.

you felt in your wake a metal sensation against your neck, resulting you to fully awaken in your unconsciousness, eyelashes fluttering open to the sight of a lounge of some sort.

once you did, they all took notice of your eyes the first thing, a color of your irises that brought out the shape of your pupils, it was polaris star shape and unusual — but besides the initial glaring, you shouldn't ignore the cane against your throat.

star of eden. you felt it's familiarity.

and the sovereign's presence. you found him.

unphased, you release the grip on the poor girl's wrist, sitting up slowly with the metal that remained on your throat.

“i see,” you take a breath, your eyes following the direction of the length, up, up and up towards it's bearer. “the mission,” you say with half effort, a little hazy from just waking up. “it was a success.”

haah. you were frightening, your voice dripped with elegance, haunting and low, the astral express' interiors allowing echo with the words you muttered.

mission? as if himeko's and welt's thoughts were one, giving each other looks of shared conflict.

“state your business.” the boy with horns broke the silence, his index and middle finger positioned to your neck aglow, along with the pressure, and yet their unease hadn't settled as you were truly unphased by their threatening actions.

“i relay... a message.” your head rotated slightly, to the all-too-familiar sight of authority.

“you.”

“—you do not belong here.” he intercepts.

“and neither do you, mr. sovereign.”

welt facial features screamed death. his amber irises determined to yours once you found yourself under his gaze, hearing the oh-so familiar title you let him wore again, the strength of your voice not helping as it would echo through the train's lounge.

his companions looked to one another in brief confusion, then all eyes settled on the visibly disturbed, distressed man who looked at you with so much fear and disarray.

flight or fight?

fight.

adrenaline filled hands, fogging his rationality, his mind thick with a current full of resurfacing memories. his astral companions that didn't need to know that side of his, these shattered fragments of his past, he didn't need them to be reminded, he—was about to plunge star of eden through your throat, but his cane. it was already on the other side of the express, flicked away with a lift of your finger, landing against the wall with a clear display of strength, cracks all over the surface the cane piercing through halfway.

“dan hen—” no need to complete as the vidyhadra's cloudhymm magic began to disperse the group towards the man with the glasses, away from you, hurriedly retreating from your presence.

the moment you took your first step up from the cushioned seat, you were greeted by a gravitational force in shape of an black orb, moving straight towards you with its force pulling the air around it—but you've been warned of it by your mentor, the concept of his abilities.

“a warm welcome.” you sighed as they further tensed to you—meeting the black hole with the tip of your summoned lance (the 6th divine key), feigning ignorance to their reactions while the other hand movies, a finger tracing down from your neck to your curves, black dust particles surrounded your body, changing your battered former dressing to a grand, black and elegant flowy dress, perfecting your once messy state.

“forgive us for being such a terrible hosts, however—what is a herrscher doing here?”

“haah, you act as if you weren't one, mr. former herrscher of reason.”

“...strongly,” two fingers hoist his frames up his nose bridge, eyes following the direction of his uneasy companions, before returning to yours.

“i advise you to cease,” he grips his cane. “calling me something in which i've severed ties with long before,” the astral express crew remained on the defense, pairs of eyes guided by determination, and uncertainty all focused towards you.

“i trust that you'd understand why it is heavily recommended.” he finishes with a subtle glance to your spectators, making you follow your gaze.

bronya was right, he really is too guarded. you thought, a little bit of admiration for your mentor, predicting this possibility of his hostility.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 couldn't understand you, even when you bathed in nostalgia for him, even when you aligned where your loyalty lies, meaning no harm, he couldn't understand you, and understanding something you thought you were knowledgeable about left a sour taste in his mouth.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 allowed his defenses to simmer, reassuring his fellow trailblazers that you were an ally, an ally of highest regard more specifically, now aware of your situation along with who, what about and why you were doing these things.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 who had his eyes intently to yours, finding himself wavering to the mention of your mentor (bronya zaychik), having a familiar name escape your lips, uttered in this other universe, so far away from where he was, but he was good at controlling himself and his emotions, except for the gleaming of hope in his tired eyes.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 more curious than ever, once he sees through your facade of intimidating elegance, falling apart to subtle, fidgeting movements with your fingers, the entirety of your demeanor and body language turning a 180 due to his line of questioning and persistence, insisting about the truth as to why you were willing to go such lengths and risk just to find him, even risking yourself that you might not ge able to go back to where he was what he was trailblazing for in the first place.

you're thankful though. that welt yang was more of a gentleman than you thought, having no other information regarding about him, except for official and important things, that made him seem threatening, or even far more than that.

also thankful that he didn't pry about your gradual change in behavior, bit by bit as the two of you continued conversing, discussing, getting interrogated, but you didn't mind, not at all.

not if you were being watched by those brown, tired eyes, attentive especially to you, maybe even captivated too? who knows. you'd brush that last thought under the rug though.

“mr. yang—?” the pink haired girl stepped forward, interrupting your thoughts, along with the conversation you and him were discussing.

“i'm sorry to interrupt but...”

“no,” welt cuts her off, glancing back and forth to you and the rest of his astral crew. “you all have every right to the context of everything's that happened within this short span of time.”

“please,” a mature voice caught your attention briefly, turning your head towards the woman in white and gold ornaments. “take your time.” the red haired woman steps in, walking in between march and himself.

“we trust in your judgement and intuition, if this person is able to be in your presence without so much provoking much hostility within you, then surely,” the red haired woman turns to face to yours, and you greet her with a subtle, necessary smile, and it doesn't go unnoticed that you two were seizing each other up, an internal battle welt and the others could sense.

“we are able to trust her too—and besides, it looks like it's going to take a long time explaining everything, so,” she turns towards her young companions, hands clasped together.

“why don't i prepare all of you some snacks and coffee in the meantime?”

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 didn't expect an actress like you to take part within the stage, let alone bearing a leading and costly role similarly to that grey haired trailblazer.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 too. resulting in prolonged scripts, revising plans for penacony, it was disharmony, with elios relying in his hacker again, summoning her and against the IPC for a chance of information about you, but to no avail once she took action.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 found you, and her research of you frustrating, annoyed that she could've been spending her time grinding shit in her game, and instead she's spending it trying to find things about, tedious really, it was just her rummaging through files from any knowledgeable source she could find.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 was at a stalemate (for once), when prior to this, she thought she had finally found some dirt on you, only to actually find dirt and dust on all information regarding you, be it from the intelligentsia guild or the genius society—nothing. there was nothing about you, or your species, so.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 commanded his faction, already on the tail of the astral express, and word after word, his actors and actresses will get information about you, and of course.

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 finds you separated from your crew, and yet the woman couldn't shake a certain feeling off. it was neither fear, nor any sort of unease, either way, she became guarded along with her fellow hunters, only up until the point where you, the new actress noticed the group, having them under your gaze.

·୨⚝୧· ⸻ sidestory one: elios' new actress.

spirit whisper. in low, sultry tones the woman said.

that was the name one of her abilities this pecuilar woman had. a mental themed ability, able to torment, suppress, or soothe the psychological state an individual was in, along with being able to control a mortal's state of self to her bidding.

unfortunately, the moment kafka encountered and tried her ability over you, she was met with a flood of honkai energy that protected you infinitely, or rather—reciprocated her gesture.

just toying with this, less superior version, a type of corruption she was using, accessing her mind instead, tormenting the woman in ways more than one, but you can't bring her to her end yet of course, not yet. she fascinated you.

no one could. except for the sovereign, but besides that, it was the way she held herself, her lack of fear, her mannerisms and how she looked, you resisted the urge to turn her into a mindless honkai creature. elegant, powerful, maybe emperor class level even if you decided to do so.

“you interest me.” you gave a faint smile, before tugging one of her glowing threads, pulling her close to you while it was active, then your hand forces contact towards her chin, now forcefully to meet your gaze.

kafka felt a sudden pulse in her essence, her stomach whirring with an unfamiliar sensation as she locks her eyes upon your unique pupils.

young one?

you looked the same age as her.

youthful, beautiful and enchanting, the way your voice sounded; so dreamy with maturity, complimentary with your authoritative narration.

and kafka wasn't smiling this time. a sight silverwolf couldn't believe, taking mementos with her phone from far a reach, away from you.

“you are a walking contradiction, a threat to elio and our goals,,” kafka grips the hilt of her sword, taking a side stance. “you will meet your end. poetically, if not cruelly. as elio's script implies.”

“—and i've never heard a threat sound so enticing before.” you break into a chuckle, giving her a moment of respite, before flicking the woman in the chest, sending her flying with a forceful speed towards the man with dark, navy hair with red tints in the end of his beautiful strands, catching her with a visible shock in his widened eyes.

she reminds you of a certain woman you have once laid eyes on. a certain schariac, but only the way they present their demeanor and wit.

“blade-” cough. “bladie. please, do it.” the woman spoke with shaky exhales, using her spirit whisper to him that failed on you. “unleash the mara—”

“you will refrain from doing so.” you interrupted, suddenly appearing infront of the individuals.

“you—” were so far away, how did you—blade with no choice had to drop kafka, with intent to bring his infused weapon to your throat, only to be met with an lance that manifested from a key that you summoned, parrying him.

blade felt his insides suffocate, with a clenched jaw and his already turbulent mind, only spiraling downwards further at the sight of it. your weapon.

flowered with sharp ornaments of death, a dark material for its main body. it's so intimidatingly elegant, designed as if it were mimicking life and death, a craftsmanship only seen with those who had a knack for birthing weapons — like him as a prime example.

like him.

like him?

what does he mean?

“agh,” he longed for death with a groan, more than he ever did in his long life. having instances of unwanted imagery just thrashing against him, along with the fluctuating mara within, triggering and pulsing, with no kafka to ail his suffering with spirit whisper, enduring memories from the old, back when he was a blacksmith, someone mortal.

and normal.

like yix██g.

but.

who is yix██g?

despite experiencing metal and physical pain, kept his eyes to yours, one hand covering half of his face, the other had let go of his weapon, unable to hold it and himself, just struggling in your almost divine like presence, while you just studied him in clear fascination.

you drifted around the struggling man, your eyes preying upon the sight of liquid gold that seeped out from the glowing cracks, and the noises you found delectable from him came to a sudden halt, reduced to shaky gasps, and throaty exhales.

it was silent.

but it was your doing too.

“you crave death,” you whisper, trailing a sharp nail from the base of his right hand, up towards his bicep, you wrap your hand around it, keeping him in place. “but,” your eyes glow, and he tenses.

“only because the opposite of it clings to you mercilessly,” you can see blade struggle to stand, yet his eyes remained conscious, or trying to keep consciousness, and with a faint smile you help, pressing your front close to his, digging your nails into his arm, earning a grunt of pain from him.

was this it?

was he able to finally achieve—“death,” this word snaps blade out from his sleepy trance, his gaze falling to the new feeling that invaded his flesh.

it was the lance instead of your hand, remaining eye contact as you pierced a small part of his flesh, a closeness not enough to distract him from the sensations of vitality, life and energy, almost like coating his very soul besides his body.

this isn't right.

“n- no...” he grunts, both of his blade's gripped the length your heavy lance, taking in unsteady breaths, locking his eyes to yours—and only now he sees you truly, taking in the sight of you.

“you can't do this to me.”

with those words, the will of honkai whispered to you simultaneously, and you learned nothing but him craving the blankness of death, the end of which he desperately wanted long before all this.

“i-” you mirrored his conflict, facially and emotionally, your own will wavering from this revelation. “you- you don't desire salvation?” you whispered weakly, refocusing his attention and snapping back to reality, biting his lip to blood, torn with the feelings of betrayal from wishing for death all his life, as well as finally enjoying the peace that he finally achieved because of you.

blade could only reply with silence, yet his gaze told a thousand tales of sorrow and a hidden gratitude that he had no choice but to express.

“i see.” but it was too late, seeing as how you pulled you and your lance away from him, your weapon, assuming its key-like state once again before disappearing into a golden dust of air.

he stood still in the same silence, but his expression became more vulnerable each second, and he allowed his gaze that followed you, you that assumingly kept his the mara in him control, or got rid of for good, either way, he was at a silent bliss. it was far superior than spirit whisper.

it's effectiveness would be proven by how he began find himself trembling in self awareness, the fog in his mind that had once enveloped him, always feeling like in the verge of breaking, now met with feelings without torment that he longed for since his many rebirths and eons of living.

“what you crave,” he gets interrupted by your sudden closeness, your face nearing his, all while you trail your index against his bandaged scars on his left hand. “is a temporary solution,” you smile, and he inhales.

“you are already aware of death, so why rehearse it further?” his gaze falls to your gesture with confusion, reacting to your words with disbelief, along with your sudden touch.

you were wiping golden tears that streamed down to his pretty face with your thumb, the remnants of the golden liquid that strained his face looked absolutely endearing, especially when he looked all confused and fragile, causing you to chuckle while your thumb continued to wipe the gold off the handsome canvas of a man.

your touch was similar to how kafka treated him, and yet, yours carried obvious interest and seduction that his scarred, gashed physique subtly trembled to, and it calls to you again as well, the will of honkai whispering the remainder of his struggles to you while you continue to study him—and he was doing the same to you.

“immortality isn't that bad, there are an infinite amount things to do and to live for.” you say with a distant gaze, retracting yourself from him, with blade following you to your direction instinctively, almost as if it were a reflex to follow you.

how can you say those words so simply?

blade stood tall, idle as you drifted away from him, his appearance nothing matching the vulnerability his expression carried, having trouble with breathing, taking in sharp, unsteady breaths as if it were his first time breathing in a long time, and it was, you gave him this new beginning.

something he was unwilling to acknowledge, this overwhelming sense of clarity you gave him, and if it was unintentional or not—what is he to do with this unwanted peace now?

you won't get away with this.

you can't do this to him.

not after all these centuries of pleading for death.

this wasn't the mercy he wanted.

“you—simpleton.” he grunts, clenched fist mirroring the frustration mixing with his weak gaze. he couldn't do anything. how can he?

what could his own blade do to you? and what would it benefit him if does decide to come at you once more? the one that gave him this serenity, this peace of mind he had once had long ago.

and if someone like you existed, won't his loyalties lie better at the hands at someone who was able to give him wanted? instead of continuously giving him tedious tasks, missions, with nothing to look forward to afterwards.

the silence broke with a snap of your fingers, golden dust particles coming off from your fingers, and of course, they had no choice but to refocus their attention to yours.

“somewhere, and someone, knew, that i would be here,” you incite, your irises preying to their direction, settling upon the battered three.

“isolated from the express. a coordination much perfectly timed, and so carefully anticipated,” and your gaze shifts to kafka.

“as if my presence caused a troubled influx of superiority, becoming known to those with great influence.” they all glance to one another, specifically to silverwolf shrugging, before laying their eyes on you as you continue ascending.

“it's not you,”

you point to blade.

“nor you,”

to the silverwolf girl.

“especially not you,” you point to kafka, and can't help but subtly smirk to the sight of her in her physical state, something that you had a delight in causing from her persistence in erasing you from elios' narrative.

“and,” you let out an amused 'hmm.' “the three of you are so willing to reduce yourselves into puppets,” and you raise your chin, and you sneer at their facial response and ques. “so, continue what you are familiar with, and listen well.”

with your index, you do a vertical motion, cutting the ether with a dark glow that trailed your finger against the space before you, the rift having these scarlet and gold colored, mist-like substances seeping out from its contents.

the rift expands shortly after its creation, warping and molding into a dark gate, with an arched entrance, and an abyss at the other side, pertaining the same two-colored mists that glittered towards you.

the two hunters had already helped kafka up, continued to look towards you that was prepping to take your leave. “on the day, where···i find the path of akivili struggling against their foes, will be the same day where the concept of their faction ends. this includes any living, and non-living thing.” you give both the two contrasting individuals, before taking a glance to blade.

“because a herrscher—no,” you pause, rethinking your choice of words, turning your body to them once more. if welt had provided you information that holds true, then.

“classify me with a category you're all familiar with, to give your elios' an idea of what kind you are dealing with, and is planning against. you are making an enemy of an emanator of a pathless.”

you sigh through your nose.

“and maybe something more.”

but this faction didn't need to know about that yet, especially blade.

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[this part below is being edited real time.]

”... And, if any of you partake in harming The Sovereign, Welt Yang, I will gladly ruin the continent of this universe only within a few hours, heed my warning, or die permanently to the touch of my weapon.”

Permanently. Permanently?

Warm, throbbing and dizzying.

That's what he felt at the moment from the genuine threat you gave, he sensed no bluffs, no lies and only the truth, and he... found complete comfort in knowing you can give such a wish to the trouble man who struggles in his immortality.

Blade's heart only fluttered to your words upon talking about a permanent death, while Kafka only looked... genuinely annoyed for the first time, something even Silverwolf couldn't achieve.

Herrscher... Herrscher... Whatever you called yourself, it was an old language and something Silverwolf can definitely look up about.

And you, mentioning Welt Yang of the Astral Express—even if you said something else... about... him being the Sovereign? Them following Elio's next scriptures, they will definitely be stopping by to wherever Welt Yang is, alone or not, ignoring your genuine warning with the goal of attaining information from him regarding to you.

Blade... smitten at the thought of permanent death, only wanted to meet you again, to feel your authoritive, piercing gaze to him again.

He tried his best, prolonging the pierced scar you placed upon his flesh, to not heal immediately, but ultimately losing to his immortality a few days after, leaving him restless and unyielding to the thought of your reverence since meeting you.

Herrscher... of Death.

Something his mind kept repeating, and the threatening, genuine tone of your elegant and sensual voice just left him alone with his vitality, his newfound serene and awareness of himself that you bestowed to him only frazzled his mind and the clear emotions he was once experiencing again in a frantic daze.

He will plead to Elio, to Kafka, to let him meet you again—ultimately being denied as you were the most dangerous leading actress in their script that they desperately tried resuming without fail. He needed to see you again, that was apparent, and his visible desperation only amused Silverwolf while she worked, researching about you with Blade by her side, waiting for the silver haired girl to indulge him anything related to you.

You tested his patience immediately.

You were emitting such intense, unfamiliar blazing heat signatures that anyone with the technology or the abilities to sense such energy can easily detect in any reach within the universe, thus alerting... a few Aeons.

But only The Aeon Of Destruction was the first to take action.

The Aeon himself... had a certain difficulty capturing you in his domain in psychological aspects, all because of the intense, infinite authority that the Will of Honkai had that resided within you.

You were on your way towards Jarilo-VI, heeding the cute little human whose wrist you gripped firmly previously request since encountering the—Trailblazers...

is what they call themselves, apparently they're also under the belief of what they call an "Aeon" something similar to you, an Aeon of Trailblaze, named Aki- Akivili? No matter, The Sovereign had already informed you quite a lot, important information that had stored inside your brain with the help of the Will, that enhanced your capabilities in all aspects.

Once again, you were on your way towards the supposed cold planet you haven't been to, heeding a request to the human named after a month, flying along the sea of stars with your flowy, dark and elegant dress, only to be met with a sudden bright light combusted to where you previously were that you effortlessly dodged.

Looking over your shoulder with a stern gaze, your irises land upon an unfamiliar figure, a figure whose presence heavily differed from the people you encountered previously.

Your stoic expression changed to one that was filled with amusement, your lips curled into a sly smirk as you turn your body to face the figure who dripped in gold.

“Now this... is a situation I've certainly been wondering about since my time here in this universe.”

You enraged him with the familiar feelings of anger, frustration and all things negative.

You weren't cowering in fear, dread and insanity like the last time people laid their eyes upon, and that angered him further.

“Reveal your nature, or perish to my wrath.”

...

“And who, might I be revealing myself to?”

You questioned the Aeon back?

A sudden whip of golden liquid hurled towards you in a speed that only beings like you and him are able to witness.

But it was met with an effortless vertical rift of darkness that emitted with white dust particles that met the aureate liquid whip, and you weren't moving an inch as well.

The Aeon's slashed chest that continued to drip with gold, throbbed with a slowly growing sense of wonder from your piercing, unwavering gaze.

A staring contest basically, all while both of your abilities continued to clash each other, but one thing was clear... You genuinely weren't phased by such a situation at all, especially with that growing faint smirk that he grew more irritated of.

Fucks sake, he was an Aeon.

But you...

He didn't know anything about you, everyone except for your mentor's mentor (Welt Yang).

How was the Aeon supposed to know? That you were a living death, an absolutely feared existence back in your homeworld?

As soon as an uncontrollable yawn escaped your mouth, your little action caused the being to flare up in golden destruction of his boiling liquid.

“You dare...”

“I dare.”

He genuinely wanted to go all out.

But how can you satiate the thoughts the stirred endlessly within his heavily troubled mind? How can you heed his running questions if he decided to end you? (He can't, if he tried either way.)

“You're one of the creatures who call themselves... an Aeon, that the mortals revel and believe in, aren't you?”

Creatures. Creatures???

He's so pissed off that its starting to show on his face, veins popping all over his jaw along with the dilating gaze of fury was visible to you, causing your playfulness to highten. He was one of those type of 'rulers' that you despised, the same type of Herrschers who wanted to rule over humanity that you hated.

And the fact that you called him a creature.

Another blink, and he was suddenly infront of you, fuming before you while you planted your 'innocent' smirk towards the tall, menacing Aeon.

“What are you.”

Now, Welt Yang had mentioned the time, date and the advance technologies about this universe to you. Of course it was all vast and drastically different to both of your homeworlds, even the Previous Era's technologies heavily differed to this universe's, and this universe was all the way fast forward to a more than a thousand years later, and the time this mission you did in hopes of discovering Welt Yang's whereabouts happened, it was 2029 in your homeworld, a vital information that heavily fascinated you.

With that knowledge in mind.

“An old god.”

?

“No such thing.”

“Of course, you most likely came into life after the creation of the old, ancient rulers titled Herrschers.”

...

Herrs...cher?

“An old language... You speak the truth.”

“But of course.”

What can he do now? What is he able to do?

You were a more ancient testimony in contrast to him, he couldn't... fanthom you, understand you.

“And I come from another universe if it satisfies your loud thoughts.”

“...That is if you believe in multiverses, being who weeps in gold.”

“Mm.” That made sense to the Aeon, a concept he can grasp. His anger immediately soothed, replaced with a natural curiousity and fascination towards the being before him.

“Before so rudely interrupting my travels,”

“All you need to know, is that I side with humanity.”

Oh.

“And I've most definitely heard of your endless atrocities and sins against the mortals who struggled to your lowly imbued subjects that abide your words, Aurelian.”

Referring to the time where the pink haired mortal that shared their recent adventure against a being named Phantylia the Undying, a Lord Ravager who works under the Aeon, Nanook.

The air tensed once again, this time the Aeon felt your seriousness, your stern, unwavering gaze.

Your words raised a question within him.

“...Why do you side with such weak, feeble and distasteful creatures? Beings that taint themselves with nothing but greed, selfishness, and an endless need to hurt their fellow kin—”

“You speak from experience, don't you?”

Ah. That was haunting, for a split second.

Oh how he hated your words with a passion.

Only because... you spoke nothing but continuous truth, and despite his supreme status of being the Aeon of Destruction...

The forgotten, brought out once mofe with the truth can only truly waver whatever creature harbors a dark, sinful past—and we all know this certain Aeon, is just oozing with a heavy amount of all kinds of negativity. Holding eons and eons worth of sin, all by a tall, dark, and quite ravishing figure.

Bzzt Bzzt ... Bzzt

Right, Jarilo-VI.

“Mm, however fascinating this situation is, I must take my lea—”

“No.” (Decode: I'm not done with you.)

“Unfortunately, that is not for you to decide, Aurelian.”

“Tch, foolish woman.” Says the Aeon and his uncharacteristic actions right now.

Aurelian... you already had a nickname for him? Teasing bastard.

Nanook attempted to grab your arm, only for you for you to retract and raise it up as your face breaks into a knowing smirk once again from earlier.

Wh—!?

“You dare defy me?”

“You dare provoke me?” Your smirk fainted, narrowing your eyes to his actions.

“You're blessed to witness my appearance that many perish in hopes of understanding the concept of an Aeon.”

He attempted to attain you in his grasp once again, which he successfully did as his hands finds its way swiftly to your wrist.

“Unhand me, the subjects of Akivili need my presence.” — “At once.”

“Resist once more and you'll b—”

You sigh, in defeat, summoning the tall, black and red gate you previously with your other free hand, and he took witness to your effortless abilities.

“Encounter me once again in another time where I don't have matters to attend to, Aurelian.”

The moment he loosened his grip upon witnessing your summoned gate, you quickly free yourself from him, floating backwards towards the gate while your eyes settled into his, before disappearing into the gate towards Jarilo-VI.

Too agile, he thought.

“... How difficult.” He referred to your enigmatic existence. Nanook's thoughts lingered about you, a serious threat to his existence and his other fellow Aeons, and yet couldn't help but think about the nickname you gave him.

The way your rifts of darkness swallowed his bright, golden attacks with minimal effort, he wanted to fight you again, maybe even seriously, he wanted to converse with you once more, more about you, your capabilities.

And, as trifling this encounter was, this one wasn't the worse one—for the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) had their eyes set on you.

2024 CHIYO·SO.

[onlyluxalo]

Made with older and gender neutral reader in mind!

Welt Yang hcs

Welt as cried once when reader made him the little spoon when cuddling because it made feel safe and protected since he’s used to being humanity’s shield on Earth as the former Sovereign and (former?) Herrscher of Reason :(

He’d definitely would let reader wear his scarfs because I know man has to have a shit load of them since it’s been a part of him for like maybe 74 years (reminder Welt is 82)

Welt is a walking heater so reader always tries to stay close to Welt when their cold or if it’s snowing (when they’re on Earth or Jarilo VI)

Welt only speaks love words to reader in Finnish because he’s too embarrassed to say it out in the open and in front of the Express members

Welt has told reader that he fought a child god (Sirin) and reader looked at him in disbelief before giving out the context on way he was fighting a child

(The child in question just in case)

Reader asked him once if they could see his red eyes/Herrscher eyes and he complied despite finding that a odd question but reader started to compliment his red eyes/Herrscher eyes and said they compliment his hair very well as they caressed his face in the gentleness way possible

(Here’s the eyes when plain red and Herrscher eyes btw)

That’s all the hcs I can think of Welt for now so I apologize there isn’t much on this one as the last two

[alistairea]

IMAGINE men who sleeps in during valentine's day and wakes up to you sulking because you didn't do anything for the day. So they take you to the arcade to make up for sleeping in, maybe apologize for it after y'all have fun

Rafayel , Xavier , Zayne + your favs

P.S dividers by v6que

[starless-nightz]

hello!! can I request raiden mei and elysia with a silly catgirl! s/o doing her usual cat shenanigans? ty!! :33

can I be 😼 anon too if its okay? :D

Mei and Elysia with a silly! catgirl! S/O

note -> Of course you can be cat anon! I hope you liked this!

warnings -> none

contet includes -> silly catgirl! reader,

Raiden Mei

Mei thinks you're cute, even tho your shenanigans can be too much at times she still love you a lot

She likes petting your ears and tail, of course she asks for your permission first, and she would back off if you tell her no

Mei loves to cuddle with you, she likes the way your tail wraps around her and she adores the way you purr whenever you scratch your ears

She doesn't often tease you, but when she does she finds your reaction cute, the way your ears would flop and the way your face would turn red

Elysia

Elysia finds you so adorable, she just thinks you're sooo cute and she loves your ears, they are so fluffy she just wants to pet the.

She loves the little scratches you leave on her when you get angry or when you two are just cuddling, she loves them!

Elysia laughts whenever you try and get her attention by breaking things around the house, of course you have to clean them up but she finds it cute for some reason

She likes to buy cat toys for you, even if you pretend you dont like them whenever she points a red laser at the war you immediately jump at it, hitting your head

[yingatlas]

Platonic!Kiamei and Platonic!Bronseele(separate) with a adopted!child!reader

Momma’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.

A very broad one so I hope you like/don’t mind where I took this <333

Kiamei, Bronseele x Adopted child reader (platonic)

Child reader was experimented on at a young age and was saved and taken into Schicksal

Kiamei

After what you had been through it was expected that you would end up very afraid and hesitant about many things. You especially had a hard time warming up to people but that didn’t stop these two

Kiana and Mei absolutely adore you and try to make you feel as comfortable as possible

Kiana grew up without a mother and a sad (yet lovable) excuse of a father so she made it her life’s mission to be the best mama to you, along side her precious Mei too ofc.

Constantly taking pictures and showing you off to everyone she can possibly get to listen.

Mei is a bit more reserved but will always gush about you and doing whatever she can to be of help to you.

You were honestly really scared of everything at first but slowly warmed up to them eventually.

The first time you call Kiana and Mei “Mama”and “Mom” respectively they almost started crying.

It was mostly a normal day but you had gotten a 100 on a really important test and rushed you show Kiana and Mei.

You didn’t really register the way you excitedly yelled out “Mama, Mom look!!” As you held up your test paper simply wanting to make them proud.

However you soon realize what you just said and started blushing. They quickly noticed and started to praise you for your hard work while lowkey holding back tears.

Kiana definitely lets you get away with more things while Mei has to scold you both

Mei makes all your meals trying her best to figure out the dishes you like more and what to avoid while having it still being healthy for you.

All and all they both love you to bits and would do anything for you and your happiness

Bronseele

Again it was hard to warm up to people for you but these two didn’t care and took you in anyways.

Bronya and Seele both grew up mostly alone until they were taken into the orphanage by Cocolia but even then a good major of their childhoods were without any parents/alone

Seele is the one who you opened up to faster due to how nurturing she was and how she was the also the one around more due to Bronya’s work.

It took a bit longer for Bronya but the similarities between you both eventually made you two grow closer.

Nightmares were quite common for you and did in fact caused your first slip up of calling Bronya and Seele mom/mama

You would be sobbing loudly, tears running down you cheeks while hiccuping. Hearing this almost immediately Bronya and Seele would rush to your room and try to help.

Seeing them you shakily let out a chocked sob before mumbling a small “Mom… Mama” mixed in with a few hics

Hugging you tightly they both calm you down with their warmth and sweet words until you fall asleep.

Both just smile happily at each other after you had fallen back asleep so happy you were comfortable enough to call them mom/mama.

When you wake up it is a bit embarrassing to remember but they seemed happy and you were too so you just kept calling them that

You start to call Bronya “mother” though due to how you heard her address Cocolia sometimes and just picked it up, but “mom” still slips out ever now and then. Bronya likes both so she doesn’t care which one you use as long as you’re comfortable

Seele often spoils you a lot and liked to take you out shopping. She will get as many outfits for you as possible as you look cute in anything (her words) She also enjoys reading stories for you and tucking you into bed

Bronya is a bit more busy due to her work as both a game developer and a squad leader. However there are many times she’ll have you sit in her lap while she works and give your opinion to some features of the game.

Again they both you love and make sure to give you anything and everything you need, physically and emotionally.

Bonus: extended family

Bianka, Siegfried, Theresa

Siegfried will often pick you up and spin you around commenting about how big you’ve gotten. Never let him hear the kitchen, he’s a terrible influence but you still love him

Bianka will pat your head and play any games/sports with you. She also enjoys reading some stories out loud to you

Theresa spoils you with sweets and snacks while also trying to get you to drink some bitter melon juice. She also plays video games with you

Veliona, Project Bunny, Cocolia, Welt Yang

Your relationship with Veliona was a bit confusing to you at first but you just kinda got used it and never thought too much into it. She spoils you secretly and gives you some tough love

Project bunny is kinda like a pet to you. It’s not rare to find them in their elf form being carried around by you like a stuffed animal. It gives them a nice break though so they don’t mind

Cocolia is someone you don’t see often but when you do she’s very sweet to you. She’ll gift you things and constantly ask about how you’ve been or your health and such. Basically just like any grandma

Welt is a busy person so you also don’t get to see him often. When you do though he’ll pat your head while trying to make some small talk. Often mentions Arahoto so you also get to learn about that more

[strwbmei]

ill def be here to be known as your resident fu hua whore anyways, i know you answered my last ask about soft!dome fu hua but Azure Empyrea is nooot a soft dom. She's *merciless*. one hand fingering you while she's working on scrolls, so focused on work and uncaring about how many times you cum on her hand. of course she won't leave you abandoned, she cares so much about you. so when she's done she'll kiss you, give praise and reward us by dicking us down. Honkai can wait, besides it'll be safer if her beloved is in bed, resting and too weak to even walk.

never sent a full thirst before heh sorry if it's not good- also can i be tagged in sub!reader?

Fu Hua my wife...

I love how everyone (at least everyone I've met) in the HI3 community agrees that Azure Empyrea is a top.

She's not exactly rough, but she's so sharp and cruel with her movements— brutal, almost. You know that she doesn't want to hurt you; that despite Fu Hua's tough exterior, she's the softest and most caring person you've met. Still, it's precisely because of that cold facade she's put up around herself that she doesn't know anything about sex. She's like a child getting a brand new toy, experimenting with how much it can take before breaking. And that's if Fu Hua has her full attention on you, when she's still being nice and considerate.

Most of the time, she'll have you sit on her lap as she does whatever important things she has to do while mindlessly thrusting her fingers in and out of your cunt. Making you feel good is just a bonus— the main reason Fu Hua does it is simply because it helps her focus more. She's so focused, she doesn't pay attention to your whimpers and moans as you shake from orgasm after orgasm. She doesn't even hear you whining and begging that "it's too much." She only continues fingering you at the same consistent pace; movements not even faltering when you make a mess all over her fingers. The most attention you'll get from Fu Hua is when you're being too noisy, which she quickly solves by shoving her fingers into your mouth and having you taste yourself on them until you settle down.

When Fu Hua finishes whatever she was doing, she can't help but feel a slight tinge of guilt and arousal seeing you all numb and fucked out with cum dripping down your thighs. She'll make sure to get you whatever you want; whether it's a cup of coffee, or her dick inside of you.

╰┈➤ taglist ; @teethoftheeditor , @roninraccoon , @hedgehog666 , @dukemira , @yelanrambles

[itonashi]

I MISS YOU

pairing: child!alhaitham x mom!reader, su x fem!reader

warning: there will be su x reader moment, angst, fluff. there will be a timeskip for alhaitham. reader will not grow old but mentally yes. lowercase intended. mentioned of moth/mantis/other char in the pe honkai impact.

note: i love su hehe. i think about this headcannon to many times bro. im gonna cry.

'is this how im gonna die? without seeing su? it's getting dark... it hurt. ahhh.. it's so noisy. if i do die — god, please make me meet him again and make me loved him again in another life.'

the MOTH were evacuating people from the honkai attack. you were there assigned to help the injured, while trying to find people that were injured. you were struck by honkai itself.

you weren't a fighter.

what could you actually do? you weren't even a MANTIS. you were struck on the head, pierced by it. your blood were everywhere.. it was messy. you thought that maybe if you were a MANTIS; you could've survived it.

maybe if you were a bit like kalpas.

"stop teasing me, su."

"oh? i never told you to stop teasing me when we were in middle school." su slightly smirk. your face was cute. the roles were switched.

you love him too much. you loved su. you were lucky enough to get into MOTH. to be honest, you didn't expect him to be there either as your senior. he was fragile according to the middle school you.

you felt a soft peck on your cheek. warmth start spreading across your cheeks. hot red. you felt curious, you were married to su but what if the world didn't have honkai? would you have a family with su?

grabbing su's hands, you asked him something that make him interested.

"su, if we were to have a child. what would you name them?"

"i prefer the mom to give the name."

"alhaitham."

"hm? alhaitham?"

"i want our child name as alhaitham... maybe in another life. i want to be your woman again."

you hugged him. he was soooo in loved with you. since your head was stuffed on his chest. you didn't saw the blushes forming on his face. he hide his face with his free hand that isn't holding you by the waist.

you felt peace for a second, but that ended when you were wide awake, gasping for air. you noticed you were actually drowning. what happened? how did it come to this? you felt like something is grabbing you. you fainted along the way.

stirring in your sleep, you could make out some noises but you were still in a state that you couldn't move. you could feel little feet walking in a state of hurry?

"—urry! nara is waking up!!"

nara? what is that? waking up? is it me...?

the first you saw was the purple ish blue sky.. it was like a dream world. then, suddenly a cabbage flew into your vision.

"ah, your awake!" it spoke? well, anything could be possible that im not even surprised anymore...

"where am i?"

"in varanara! aranara saw you drowning so we save you!"

"thank you..."

"nara don't seem like from these world.."

what those these creatures mean? im not from these world? sitting up while holding your head. you still feel the stinging pain... wait a minute, weren't you supposed to be dead?

you looked at your hand and saw blood. dried blood. touching your head again, you could feel some blood. ah, maybe the aranara was right.

"this is teyvat! and you are in sumeru, white nara!"

"you're not lying?"

"white nara seems like a good nara so aranara wouldn't lie. aranara could even teach you everything that's in this world! aranara is generous."

looking at the cabbage looking creatures. you agreed to the offer and asked if these was a dream world and they replied with yes.

if this was the dream world it would means that the time is working differently than the real world. you were determined to let the aranara teach you so you could see the real world. maybe this time, it wouldn't be black and grey before you met su.

knowledge is everything to you.

so the aranara was talking in your language because it knew you couldn't speak the teyvat language. lucky you, you were a prodigy so it was easy to learned the language.

the aranara teaches you everything they knew, so you could adapt to teyvat easier when you go back from this dream world. you knew what vision, archons and the cycle of this world. the creatures was so generous they give you a new pair of sumeru clothes to wear instead of your bloodied lab coat.

"all the aranara thinks you're ready."

"is that so? then im ready whenever you are to make me go back to the real world."

"you can still meet aranara in the real world!"

"i will be sure to visit you. thank you."

cleaning your face with water from the lake that you drowned in. you easily adapt to sumeru despite the rainforest. you wondered if you would meet other people here. while you were in the dream world, you make used of the fighting you have been doing. when you were in the MOTH, ofc you knew some fighting skills but you were in other departments. medical department specifically.

you weren't all that amazing. teyvat was beautiful, you could see colours. you learned that they were sumeru city and you still haven't got the chance to go there. you wanted to visit the akademiya and maybe test the wisdom of the students there.

even though you achieved the akasha upon entering sumeru city. you didn't planned on using it. you were wary of the people. why would they use the akasha terminal if their own nation is called the nation of wisdom. it was just a letdown. you kinda were lost but you managed to ask passerby on where the akademiya is. since you can't enter the akademiya because you're not a student.. you just roam around the garden and saw a child under a tree reading.

that child was so alike su. it was just like su. su would always read book in his free time when they were in middle school. he would always hold a straight face. always so grumpy. that's why you always tease him. the child appearance was like a carbon copy of su.

you tried your luck on walking towards him slowly to not make him noticed you. the child was reading a complicated book. you were flabbergasted. ah, he was like you when you were a child, your parents pressuring you to be the best but it looks like he was too engrossed in his reading that he doesn't noticed you already sitting beside him.

"what are you reading?"

the child widen his eyes and looked beside him. when did she got here? the boy thought. was her steps so light he didn't even noticed her? he doesn't want to make any friends with an adults but judging by her clothes. she's probably isn't an akademiya student.

"want me to teach you about this book?"

"i don't need any help..." looking back to his book and grumbled. you smiled at the sight of the child. the child keep glancing to you once in awhile and feels some sort of familiarity to you.

"is your name alhaitham?"

shocked. the boy was shocked on how the woman knew his name. "how did you know? are you a stalker?" surprised by the straight bluntness of the child, you sweat on how to tell him you knew of his name. it was just a coincidence.

"no... well, bye bye!"

you ran away as fast as you can that alhaitham ahoge even moved. out of sumeru city, you took a sit on a nearby tree. thinking back on the events that just happened, gathering your thoughts.

alhaitham looked beside him the place where you recently sat at. noticing a paper, he took it. seeing the pretty handwriting he wondered when did she wrote this.

'if you want to know my name, come find me somewhere in sumeru city or outside of it. i will not be too far from the city.

p.s this is the answers for the questions you were looking at for too long.'

the answers that you gave him was right. it was exactly identical to the answers he thought off.

few weeks later...

the first week, little alhaitham tried to find you inside sumeru city first to not worry his grandmother too much. he knew how his grandmother will be if he went out of sumeru city. he was unsuccessful tho.

the second week, he managed to find you. you were in puspa cafè with his grandmother having conversations. little alhaitham doesn't know what to feel when he saw a strange woman suddenly conversing with his grandmother. he just make the decision to just went straight to the table. "speaking of my grandchild, here he is." alhaitham's grandmother smiled at you. alhaitham looked at you with pure curiosity. "my name is [name]. nice to meet you, alhaitham."

why did you smiled at him with pure love and your voice was full of longing. alhaitham wasn't dense to those things.

the third week, you find alhaitham reading again under the same tree with another new book. "want me to teach you?" saying the same thing when you first met alhaitham. alhaitham looked up to you and back to the book. nodding his head, he gave you permission to teach him. you plop yourself beside him and softly took his book and started to teach him.

alhaitham understood you better. your voice was soft when talking to him. even though he liked being alone by himself but your presence comfort him just like how his grandmother's presence comfort him. he doesn't disliked you. he wondered if this is what it feels like to have a mother. he didn't really cared much about the topic regarding his dead parents but he sometimes wondered about it ofc.

"who really are you, [name]?"

"im just a feeble researcher, alhaitham."

you weren't lying. back in your world, you were a researcher. a medical one.

"are you warming up to me now, alhaitham?"

"mhm"

alhaitham was now sitting very close to you.

the fourth week, you find him sleeping under the cover of the tree with a book on his lap. it was almost evening and you worried that his grandmother might come and find him. patting his head (it was soft), you started to carry him.

it was a piece of cake on carrying him as he was still a child and you would always hold griseo. he was gripping his book hard even though he was sleeping. you knew that you were smiling widely. you were happy. alhaitham was like your own child, he also had the name that you wanted to name your own child (it would never happened).

"here is his room. thank you for carrying him, [name].."

"no problem.. carrying him was a piece of cake."

"i will leave you guys alone now."

you were tucking him under his covers. you sat on the side of his bed. a small smile appeared on your face. alhaitham is sleeping peacefully...

you kissed him on his forehead and mumbled "have a goodnight sleep, my dear alhaitham. may you have a good dream."

upon entering an empty classroom as school time ended. you saw su sleeping peacefully on his seat at the back with a book as his pillow. closing back the classroom door, you walked towards su's table and took the seat beside him. seeing his pretty face sleeping peacefully.

weeks turned to months and months turned into years. your relationship with alhaitham was closer than ever. alhaitham even called you mother now.

but you didn't last that long in alhaitham's life. before the year of his grandmother's death, on his birthday. you disappeared.

but there was presents on alhaitham's table with a letter.

'my dear alhaitham, forgive me for disappearing on your birthday. say hello to grandmother for me, will you? you're a good child. if i had a child i want you to be my child. im not from this world. i was not written into this world. the world doesn't know me. i was supposed to be dead in my real world but god decided to give me a chances on teyvat. keep this a secret. alhaitham, you are one of the people i cherish the most. even though you're not my child. me and my husband couldn't have a child because my world was in chaos, it wasn't peace. you reminded me so much of my husband.

this is my present for you, alhaitham. you hated small talk, right? why don't you take these noise cancelling devices? you can make some improvement and adjustment to it. you are a smart child after all. one last time, alhaitham. i love you.

happy birthday, my dear alhaitham. may you shine like gold.'

sighing to himself. he accidentally remembered the day he was given his noise cancelling devices. you were his parental figure. where did you decided to go? did you finally find a way to your own world? or did you travel teyvat like you wanted too?

taking off the devices, he looked at the design that you made for him. it was perfect for him. it went too well with his outfit. you knew him so well like he was your own child that you gave birthed too. he did made some adjustments to it but he never make changes to the design.

he liked the design. he wanted to meet his father too. is he really so much like him? you never really talked much about your husband to him. fiddling with the pages of the book he was reading. what was your husband name again?

right, it's su.

"i love you too, mother. i miss you." whispering to himself.

happy birthday to himself.

note: hi hi!! hope you loved it. idk the wordcount. idk maybe it's between 2k??? happy birthday my boy alhaitham.

taglist: @ladychiy0 @madcap-riflette

[hotpinkstars]

HELLO! may I request a elysia x reader :3 I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH OSMDHSJS okay

reader and elysia baking cookies together pls or reader bakes cookies for her and surprises her with them

-> cookie baking

synopsis -> you and your girlfriend, elysia, bake cookies together!!!

a/n -> I LOVE ELY TOO AHHH i lkke squealed when i saw this request shes so cute i love her so bad

warnings -> none! pure fluff :)

w/c -> 645

knowing your girlfriend, elysia, ideas like this were so common! so you took no surprise to her skipping into the living room and flopping down on the couch, kicking her shoes off and cuddling into your warm body.

“hiii~” she mused, smiling up at you. “i have a fun idea, hear me out.”

you listened as she spoke about how aponia and griseo baked cookies together that morning, on the behalf of griseos request. she saw and she thought it was cute, and now she wants to do the same thing with you, too. 

you nodded, before lightly pushing her off of you and getting up to check and make sure you have the right ingredients. 

you didn’t.

so, that made for an eventful late night shopping trip with elysia! you came in needing flower and chocolate chips. you both knew that. you both repeated it to yourselves with each other over 40 times, at least.

you spent over 100 dollars and have a cartful of grocery bags. whoopsies! 

but it’s okay, you got to go out with your girlfriend. she made it fun anyways. but back onto the point!

you two immediately went to work in the kitchen, with elysia telling you the ingredients and you mixing them together. your ipad was filled with flour, due to elysia wanting to make the dry mixture but accidentally spilling a whole thing of flour everywhere. you laughed at the sight, making her laugh too.

there was also another accident in the kitchen, where you both “accidentally” put a whole entire bag of chocolate chips into the mixture (where you later on regret it), leading to even more laughter.

she tried to initiate a flour fight a couple times, but you didn’t necessarily feel like cleaning even more of a mess up tonight. she understood, so she just bounced around the kitchen, bringing you all the ingredients you needed. 

thats when she brought out heart and flower shaped cookie cutters! when she laid them down on the counter, you swore you could see her eyes glimmer with happiness. you smiled, feeling incredible that you could bring such a heartwarming experience to your gorgeous girlfriend. 

“alrighty, into the oven they go!” she laughed a little, before putting pink oven mitts on her hands and sliding the cookie pan onto the top rack. “these look sooooo yum. i hope they turn out alright…” 

you pat her back, and she grins. “they’ll be fine, i just hope all that chocolate poured into them wont do too much harm. these are gonna be really sweet, but if they don’t turn out right, we can always make another batch.”

she nodded. “and we could relive this night all over again. this was a lot of fun, y’know.”

“you’re right, it was,” you chuckled, before turning around and looking at the mess awaiting. “but if we don’t clean this mess up soon, we’re gonna get a bug problem. i don’t think either of us could even fathom finding bugs all the time.”

“ew, i don’t even want to think about that,” elysia makes a disgusted face before turning around and wetting a washcloth. “bugs are so nasty, you’re gonna be the one squashing them if they find their way in here!”

you laughed, cleaning up your mess before taking a seat on the couch with a glass of cool red wine in your hand, elysia following you. 

“how many more minutes until the cookies are done, did you check?” you look over at her, watching her pacewalk over to the oven. 

“we can take them out now!” she calls, putting back on the oven mitts and sliding the cookie pan out of the oven.

when they cool off, you two turn on your show of choice, eating your heart shaped cookies. the chocolate was too much, but its the experience that counts, right?

[mini-ism]

sorry chat i just need somewhere to rant about suckin the weltatron 900 :’( …seriously i cant get second eruption welt out of my head

welt yang x reader (gender neutral)

MDNI 18+ only

the way welt would make you gag on it is just sinister. he’s gentle and kind, and he would never do anything to hurt you. making you gag isn’t hurting you, right? once you get used to his size, he’ll push your head down enough to make you cough and spit more. he loves the way you gasp for air when you pull away from his dick. he’ll leave no part of your mouth unused, unexplored. he’s a resourceful man that knows how to make the most out of what he’s given.

welt’ll cover your tongue in his cum, jerking himself just so he can watch his seed paint your lips and tongue, making sure you swallow every last bit of his precious cum. he’s gonna make you drink it, willingly or not. he’ll massage your throat if he must, checking to see if you have any of his seed still in your mouth.

welt adores when you paw at his cock, making him get hard. he loves to sit back and watch you work, your lips wrapped so preciously around his shaft. he’s encouraging you as much as he can, showering you in praise and telling you how good he feels, but he can’t ever get enough when he shoves his dick down your throat. it causes something to stir inside him, fanning the flames of his lust. especially when you look up at him, desperately trying your best to keep his shaft inside your mouth. your little licks feel the best, when you palm him up and down and lick the sensitive part of his tip, circling his slit with your tongue, he could lose his composure instantly. he’ll slap his dick against your cheek a few times, your lips too, prying your jaw open gently with his thumb.

welt n his blowjobs <333

[rainedroplets]

I'm just gonna say this now with the Natlan situation going on and as a dark skinned person I want y'all to realize this:

BOYCOTTING ISN'T GONNA DO SHIT. I'm sorry to say this but it's the truth, this is a multi-billion dollar company and even if we boycott and don't spend money on it, THEY ARE STILL GONNA GET MONEY. Even if all the players stop spending on the game, they will still have money.

I'm personally not gonna be spending on the game anymore and sticking to being f2p, but I just wanted to get this out there.

I'm not saying to stop boycotting cuz if you wanna do it, that's fine but I'm just saying this now it's really not gonna do much. If anything, spam reviewing and giving it one stars is much better to do. But if the boycott does do something to them, then shit I underestimated it.

But in all honesty, y'all gotta understand that sometimes life just isn't fair and they will still be getting money no matter what we do. Why? Because the players who don't care about this situation, the ones who sexualize the children in this game (klee, sayu, diona, etc.) and the ones who are racist are gonna be funding this game. All the players who are on the bad side of this fandom will still continue showing their support and spend money on the game, giving Hoyoverse money.

That's my view on this situation and the boycotting because like I said, just because I'm saying it's not gonna do much doesn't mean you shouldn't stop it. Cause who knows, maybe it will do something.

[onlyluxalo]

This will my first time doing headcanons after like forever so I apologize that I’m rusty at it

For Welt ones I’ll be using in game gifs and/or pics of him from the manga (mostly younger welt since it’s more younger Welt but it’s still Welt) so don’t get confused and I’ll be using a older reader in mind since I believe Welt deserves a older S/O than a younger one imo

Welts lore that isn’t in HSR while being shown here!

This is a gender neutral reader btw!

Welt Yang hcs

Welt is a bit insecure of his age and thinks reader doesn’t love him but reader loves him regardless

If you aren’t from Welts world and if he gets comfortable enough, he’ll let reader call him “Joachim” instead of Welt but only in private since only those we trust well enough get call him by his real name

From time to time Welt would call reader “Rakas”, “Rakkaani”, “minun rakastettuni”, and other loving names in Finnish (Welt is canonically German, Chinese, and Finnish. And anyone that is Finnish, please correct me for the right spelling)

If you aren’t from his world, Welt might show reader pictures of people he holds dear to, mostly his son and (deceased) father

If you are/aren’t from his world, he will let out his childish side (it’s canon that his consciousness/inner self is him as a child)

I’d like to think he’d teach reader Finnish since it’s his native language

If you are from his world, he’d already would vent a lot from time to time since Welt had to grow up at a young age and have a lot of responsibilities and burdens to protect humanity

Welt actually likes it when reader would trace his scars and kiss them since it makes me feel loved and reminds him that he’s still alive due to rebuilding his body so much (I think about 3-4 times?)

Welt lets reader watch him workout and loves it when they give him words of encouragement and praise (He is canonically buff due to being the Herrscher of Reason and former Sovereign of Anti-Entropy)

Sometimes I think he’d explain the Power of Reason/Core of Reason to reader in private (whether or not you or aren’t from his world) because his power is a bit complicated with all his gravity and black holes

He’d definitely would sketch reader and show them his animations that he worked with Bronya (Zaychik) on

He definitely falls head over heels if reader gave him a shoulder and back massage because Welt knows he needs it so bad due to 74 years of responsibilities and burdens (Welt is canonically 82 and did get traumatized at the age of 8)

If you aren’t from his world, Welt would explain why he has a hatred for Luocha which ends up with talking about Otto Apocalypse in the end when the blonde man traumatized him at the age of 8

He absolutely loves it when reader kisses his wrinkles and acts like a desperate kitten for attention because he craves it

Has definitely shown Star of Eden’s true form to reader if they aren’t from his world (the cane is originally in a orb like form)

Hope you enjoy the hcs even though it’s a bit rusty 💀

Have a Alien Space manga Welt

[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.”

[starless-nightz]

hi!!! could you do fu hua with a reader who's always rushing to do something? a really fast walker and doesn't know it, so when she's walking with fu hua she's like "whyre you walking so fast?" but it's really just fu hua trying to match readers pace 😭😭😭😭

Fu Hua with a S/O who rushes everywhere

note -> I absolutely love Fu Hua i love her so much i need more requests for her, i hope you liked this!

warnings -> none

contet includes -> silly reader, tired Fu Hua, fluff.

Fu Hua honestly cant keep up with you, you do everything so fast and you walk like you're late to something, which you never are

She can't even feel her legs anymore cause of how fast you walk and she wants to match up your pace, you dont even realise how fast you walk until you notice how fast she is walking

Fu Hua is sometimes glad that you like to rush things, cause you would fix problems before they are even created

She just hopes you dont try and rush your relationship with her, tho she doesn't mind taking the next step with you-

[yingatlas]

Hello hello~ I found your account by tags with Senti. And you have no idea, this is a breath of fresh air for me - an author who writes my favorite character.

If you don't mind, can I ask for something at your discretion with the reader who is in a relationship with Fu Hua and Senti? Together at the same time. Just imagining going to Hua's Bird Farm or something else...

Sorry for my bad English. Thanks if you noticed, have a nice day~

Double Trouble

Glad you have found my account!! I love all the Honkai characters so much and love writing for them since barely anyone else will

Fu Hua x Reader x Senti

God, lemme just say, good luck if you get into a relationship with those two

Lots of teasing in the relationship. 95% of is coming from Senti.

Senti is such a big baby too, like she’ll complain and beg for you and Hua’s attention but when she actually gets such loving affection from you guys she’ll melt and get all flustered

Hua is a bit clueless when it comes to certain things but she’s doing her best. She does a lot of acts of service though, it’s one of her favorite ways to show love.

Cuddle piles in bed. Senti either spreading on top of you guys, pulling you and Hua in, or spooning. Each of you alternating between little and big spoons

Pet chickens. To no one’s surprise. Senti is probably chasing them around for fun while Fu Hua is checking for their next feeding time or smt

Dates are also really fun since it’s basically a Russian roulette on what’s gonna be planed and what’s gonna happen

From quiet dates in a cafe to an entire day spent at a festival and… kicking some bad guy/honkai asses somehow. It’s always a fun experience and it’s even better to go home and cuddle up to relax

Honestly there’s almost never a dual moment with you guys however on the off chances where there are, just being in the presence of two of your most favorite people is enough.

[strwbmei]

HEWOOO!! tis me, 😽 anon!! I'm here for MORE MEI THIRSTS BC I LOVE HER SM MWA MWAAA >< ANYWAU!! m stlking thimkin of camgirl! reader wit Mei, BUTTT what if reader decides to choose one of her top donors to volunteer in one of her streamz and luckily, Mei gets chosen!!! :33 imagine how excited she wld be featured in the stream, next to reader, so desperate and horny to fuck the reader so full to the brim wit her cock n cum AAAAAA !! hehehhdjejej I love mei sm mwa mwa<33

I love Mei sm I'm not even kidding.

She's already crossing her legs when the stream starts in an attempt to hide her growing boner. You're just so pretty in person— and even then, Mei can't help but think of how much better you'd look with her cum oozing out of your cunt. Still, she wants to be gentle with you. She wants to make sure that, as much as she wants to pin you down and have her way with you, you also have a good time. If only Mei knew of how you fantasized of the same things the second you opened the door to such a dashing woman; a woman you'd never think to be into such filthy things if she hadn't been one of your top donors.

No matter how desperate Mei is to fuck you already, she lets you take the lead; taking things at your pace because it's your stream after all. Oh, but the way you're looking at her with such a lustful glint in your eyes isn't helping— it's obvious that she's holding back with how bruising her hold on your waist is as you straddle her lap and how hard her cock is. Once she's finally inside you, she'd hiss under her breath about how tight you are for her. Much tighter than she imagined, but she leaves that part out. Mei starts out slow; experimenting to see what makes your pretty cunt that she's been fantasizing of fucking for the longest time clench the most. She just doesn't get the hint.

So when you tell her to go harder, you can feel a switch flip inside of her. Mei's usually soft movements turn barbaric and rough; hooking one of your legs over her shoulder as she chokes you with her biceps. Each thrust, so fast and hard, knocks the air out of your lungs. You can barely breathe, mind spinning as she puts pressure on your lower stomach and feels how deep she really is. Mei makes you scream her name as you cum for the nth time, letting the other viewers know just who is making you feel this good. Just whose cum is leaking out of your bullied cunt. It's fine, though. This was what you asked for, wasn't it? Just sit pretty and take her cock like you were made to do.

Even when your voice is hoarse from moaning, it's far from over. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity— and Mei will make sure to fulfill everything she wants to do to you before you can even get a moment of rest.

╰┈➤ taglist ; @teethoftheeditor , @roninraccoon , @hedgehog66 , @dukemira