#hi3 welt x reader

[onlyluxalo]

I just can't help but picture Welt being tired and his s/o lays him down on their lap before stroking his head

Older and gn reader!

I can honestly see Welt enjoying his s/o stroking his head, but this man definitely goes weak his s/o’s nails scratch his scalp because it’s just relaxing

But to make it even better he loves it when they also scratch his back as well <3

[deathbxnny]

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

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

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

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

《Welt Yang》

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

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

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

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

《Otto Apocalypse》

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

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

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

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

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

[fisshbones]

Iris

a/n: very short!! this might come off as a little yandere-ish but that was not my intention :( As always the ending sucks but whatevs. Tired and sick at the time of writing… I wish there was more synonyms for their/they 😓 If you enjoyed this please like/reblog/reply!

Cw/tw: sfw! gn!reader (no use of pronouns,) kinda obsessive characters, mentions of death, lowkey angsty, possibly ooc? Lemme know if i missed anything

-> Characters that will forever be bound to you and your soul. They will search for you in every corner of the universe if you were to leave them. They would move mountains if it meant they could see you again. You are too tangled in their soul for them to stop loving you.

-> Their devotion to you knows no bounds. It may as well be their downfall too. They would do just about anything to prove their loyalty to you. If asked “me or the world?” In their hearts they know it’s you over the world any day. It’s nauseating seeing how much your wellbeing means to them. Every injury and sickness that hurts you, they feel partially at fault for not being able to prevent it.

-> Even in yours or their death they will promise to find you once more. In every universe and timeline you’ll be together, whether either you want to or not.

Xiao, Thirteen, Mobius, Sunday, Zhongli, Welt, Baizhu, Otto Apocalypse, Mammon, Acheron, Simeon, Kaeya, Kevin Kaslana, Belphegor, Blade, Scaramouche/Wanderer, + your favs.

[mini-ism]

#— CORRUPTION FT. WELT

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). corruption kink, slight manipulation, pretty ooc, praise kink, loss of innocence. NO BETA READ!

⋆ pairings: welt yang x reader (gender neutral)

⋆ notes: i just thought welt with a corruption kink would be hot 😓 hopefully this fulfills its intended purpose

⋆ welt just can’t get enough of you, of this. you’re just so, so good, and he’s just a dirty old man. you look so incredible, so delicate, so innocent, even while you sit on his cock. you ask him, “am i doing it right?” awaiting his praise. he tells you that you’re doing wonderfully, that you’re so good for him. you love the way his praises make you feel. he loves that you’ll do anything, even if it’s dirty and against your morals, just for his approval.

⋆ welt loves when you bend over for him. he loves how apprehensive you are at first, but when it’s him and his sweet, loving words, you’ll submit. he loves that you don’t know how dirty he is, how dirty his actions are. you’re his perfect little angel, he’s gonna show you what feels really good.

⋆ welt adores how you’ve grown to love the vulgar things he makes you do for him. he loves how lewd you can get, mostly without realizing it. his encouragement can push you to do absolutely anything. he loves the way you’ll let him touch you whenever, he loves when you submit without any defiance. he adores when he gets to use you like a toy.

⋆ welt gets so turned on when you beg for more. something about seeing you lose your innocence, piece by piece, to him, while you mewl for more is so erotic. you beg for him to do filthier things to you, to defile your being and innocence, to take over your every thought, to make you sex-crazed and impure. he adores the power he has over you, stirring that greedy part of you to ask for more.

⋆ welt’s actions and words are so different, he’s particularly brutal with the way he fucks you, but the way he speaks to you makes you scream for him, scream for more, it pushes you to your absolute limit. he urges you to let go of your purity, to ignore every limit and every ounce of morality left within you. he’s so good at what he does, he’s so good at getting you to do what he wants. it’s hot watching you submit to the carnal pleasure he’s giving you, watching the innocence in your eyes twinkle and fade away. you’re so naughty for him.

[wishluc]

CW: Yandere! Welt, implied abuse of authority, manipulation

It was easy to forget about who he once was.

There was a time that Welt Yang had given all that he had for the world. When he bravely stood at the frontlines of danger and sacrificed everything for others.

And now, here he was thinking of the many ways he could have you.

A small part of him insists that his desires are justified; that his yearning for you—this deep, hungry yearning—is perfectly alright. He had worked so hard for all his life. Would it be so bad to put aside everythig else and indulge in his want for you instead?

Shouldn't he have a chance to finally take something for himself?

You are none the wiser to his inner thoughts, always sparing him a warm smile. With you, it's always sweet words and kind gestures. You place your hand on his forehead when he looks flushed, fretting over him when his gaze is instead glued to the alluring stretch of your neck. You hold onto him when the Expressabruptly jostles, and though you immediately remove your hand from his arm right after, he sees how your eyes linger at his bicep. You call him "Mr Yang," with a lovely, tantalizing curve of your mouth, and you listen to his every word with fascination.

You're unfairly sweet to him, though he's not much of a hero anymore—and he’s not used to such sincere words and awestruck looks, but he decides it's a luxury he can't let go of, now that you've given him a taste. You reward his lies with swift assent, not once questioning if he had other reasons for wanting you to stay on the Express longer. You looked at him and saw a man you could wholeheartedly trust.

Welt Yang doesn’t mind letting you down this one time.

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[chiyoso]

“THE MARA'S WILL”

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

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

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

The Astral Express.

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

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

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

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

And they weren't coming from you.

2:49 PM — CLOUDFORD, XIANZHOU LUOFU

NOW PLAYING ♪ TOT MUSICA

11 minutes until eruption.

ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ

ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ

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

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

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

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

Reinforcements?

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

What was happening?

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

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

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

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

But,

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

ᛗᛁᛖ ᚾᛖᚷ ᛟᚾ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ

ᚾᚨᚺ ᛈᚺᚨᛋ ᛏᛖᛉᛉᛖ ᛚᚨᚺ

“P- Please... shut... get out of m—”

Feeble attempts of retribution, cease your resistance.

Play into submission, child of Lan.

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

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

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

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

That's impossible.

You can't resist the Mara.

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

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

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

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

“PLEASE! L- LEAVE M—” You choked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M- Miss—”

“Kill me.”

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

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

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

“BENEFACTOR! SHE HAS FALLEN!”

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”

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

“Reinforcements are on their way.”

“I- It hurts.... It HURTS!!!”

“Call for further units! At ONCE!”

“P- Please tell me I'll live...”

“BENEFACTOR ITS YOUR CHANCE!”

“M- Monster!” “M- MY ARMS!”

“KILL HER!” “HER STRENGTH IS ONLY-”

“KILL HER!” “KILL HER!”

“KILL HER!!!!”

“KILL HER!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sss-top... Stop... Please...”

You've already hurt your own kind.

“I- I... Hgk— Ahh-Haah...”

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

“Th- That's not...”

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

“THAT'S NOT TRUE—”

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

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

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

All you.

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

2:55 PM — CLOUDFORD, XIANZHOU LUOFU

5 minutes until eruption.

You were a golden death. A victim.

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

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

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

Shut up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What were you?

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

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

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

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

Remember the sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“P- Please- I-”

“Save it servant of the Abundance!”

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

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

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

...

...

Why me...?

Imperfect.

There are many others.

...

The embodiment of failure and success.

Wh- What does that even mea—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hhgk—!”

Tch. So flawed.

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

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

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

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

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

How unpleasant.

Why do you continue to resist, child of Lan?

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

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

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

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

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

Hush.

Huh?

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

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

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

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

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

Leave the premises, now.

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

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

“S- Stop...”

No. If you perish, I-

...

Leave, woman.

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

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

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

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

“P- Please, end me...”

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

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

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

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

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

NOW.

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

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

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

“I- I do not... wish to harm anyo—”

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

“ ... ”

...

...Stubborn child.

“Don't go, my lady.”

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

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

He manipulates.

S- Stop the—hhnghk... Please...

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

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

A befitting punishment for your unwilling soul.

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

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

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

You hear the voice click its tongue.

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so—”

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

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

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

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

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

So be it.

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

”ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ”

I claim your soul, little child of the Hunt.

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

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

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

3:00 PM — CLOUDFORD, XIANZHOU LUOFU

The eruption commences.

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

[dumplingsfordays]

titty lover!welt hcs

Welt Yang x fem!reader

genre - fluff

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

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

And as always, thank you for reading :))

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Welt be like

[verxsyon]

canon-compliant hsr. welt x gn!reader

¡ contains welt lore from hi3 !

welt had a close friend from hi3 universe who died and saw their expy in hsr in one of the future planets. i was thinking of penacony since it’s one of the planets mentioned on the radio. apparently the trailblazers were supposed to go there after jarilo-vi until kafka said that there’s a stellaron in the xianzhou luofu.

penacony being the planet of festivals reminded me of ba sing se from avatar. since they’re about peace and happiness, the residents pretend that everything’s alright and therefore ignoring the existence of the stellaron there. don’t tell me this section of the wiki page of the family (faction of xipe, the aeon of harmony) seems sus to you:

“People are also curious whether any members of the Family had grown tired of the one and voluntarily abandoned the Path of Harmony? In the face of such a question, the Family smiles and replies ‘Never.’”

what happened to those who abandoned the path of harmony? extermination? who knows; that’s what i theorized. the astral express was invited to penacony to join in their festivals, but what if they were being targeted by the family for prying onto the issue of the stellaron, thus disrupting the peace they’re striving for.

reader disagrees with their philosophy and created another faction that they’re a leader of. when they sensed the upcoming doom of the astral express, they come to their rescue and agree to help them find the stellaron. welt’s taken aback by their appearance, because they’re an expy of a close friend from the hi3 universe who loved him so much and died in his arms.

one night reader admitted to welt that he reminded them of a friend who died (and guess what; his name’s joachim, welt’s real name, but this joachim’s an expy of welt). joachim had dreams for saving the world and it’s reader’s turn to fulfill it. iirc welt means “of the whole world” stated in 2nd eruption, and welt’s determined to save the world, like he did in hi3. he tells reader what his name means and he shares the same sentiment as their friend, and he’ll do anything in his power to help them.

[luvvsoft]

pairing: welt yang x reader

contains: fluff with some angst, mentions of past death, reincarnation, very little HI3 lore, some violence

word count: 1.7k

inspired by nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cas !

Welt remembers your wedding day.

He remembers the nerves that threatened to claw their way from his throat, the sweat that lined his palms, the uneven breathing when you got closer for your kiss, the smile that adorned your red stained lips.

It was a simple wedding really — taking place in a rundown shed during winter. Welt wanted better for your wedding, but you simply didn’t care. You just wanted to get married to the love of your life.

You promised him you’d live with him through thick and thin in the harshest of winters and even in the corrupted world you inhabited.

Welt remembers your soft lips pressing on his while you danced to jazz.

You always begged him to dance with you even if he didn’t have energy. He never could find it within himself to say no.

He would take your hand in his and sway gently to the rhythm of the music. It was always sappy, but you loved it.

You’d press your forehead against his and whisper how much you loved him — how glad you were to have him. Then you’d slip a kiss from right under his eyes.

You always laughed at how surprised he was at you stealing kisses. You’d think he would have been used to it by then, but he never was.

Welt remembers how you’d drag him onto the stage during karaoke nights, and force him to sing with you.

You always insisted on karaoke date nights on Saturdays. It was endearing how excited you were throughout the entire day, never seeming to quell your enthusiasm.

You’d wait till night fell and hurried to get ready — always saying something along the lines of “we can’t let everyone have too much fun without us.” He’d always chuckle at your excitement and take you to your favorite bar.

When it was your turn to pick a song, you’d always chose “Ebb Tide” by The Ink Spots first. Pulling him to the stage to sing along with you, even when he insisted he couldn’t sing. You’d say he sounded like an angel descending from the Heavens when he sang.

Welt remembers loving being married to you.

He’d wake up to your side of the bed empty and cold. He would hear faint sounds from the kitchen, you’d always wake up earlier than him to make breakfast.

He loved hugging you from behind while watching you cook. Pressing a few kisses to your neck, he’d watch as you giggled and told him to back off lest his food end up burnt.

You’d see him out of the door with a kiss on his lips and a freshly made lunch. He loved your cooking.

When he came back home, you’d always have dinner ready and a bath running for him. You knew exactly how to get him to relax.

At night, you’d sleep in his arms. You always swore he’d crush you to death one day with how hard he hugged you. He’d always flick your forehead and watch as you tried to stifle your laughter.

You’d give him a kiss on his forehead and say goodnight while you drifted off into dreamland. He’d watch your chest rise and fall calmly as it lulled him into sleep.

Welt remembers your death.

He’d gone away to pose as a history teacher in St. Freya Academy. Telling you it was necessary, and he’d come back before you even noticed. You accepted it despite how worried it made you, pleading him to come back in one piece for you. That was his first mistake.

You’d allowed travelers into your shared home, knowing how harsh winters were. You provided them with hot food that soothed their souls and blankets to keep them warm and cozy at night. You allowed them to make themselves at home in your own home, and in return, they took your life.

You were always too trusting. That was your mistake, but he couldn’t hold you at fault. He knew your heart was far too kind to turn anyone away.

Welt remembers the tears that cascaded down his face when he found you.

You looked as heavenly as you always did even in death. Your eyes were closed while there were dried tears on your face.

He clutched you to his chest, pressing kisses onto you — wishing, praying, hoping it was a dream. Alas it wasn’t.

He doesn’t remember how long he spent holding onto your cold, dead body. He only snapped out of it when Tesla found him on the floor of your home, nursing him back to health — health he wished you had instead of him.

He always blamed himself for your death, even as you were lowered into the ground and the years passed.

Welt remembers when he saw you again.

He and Himeko came across your world, ravaged by abominations and creatures of Nanook. They felt it was their duty to help the people — you were all innocent after all.

He just didn’t expect you to see you there. You were surrounded by creatures on all sides holding a small knife. Even in this world, you were still a fighting spirit. He could see the tears brimming in your eyes though, thinking it was your last moment.

Welt immediately reacted, wasting no time in getting rid of the monsters who would hurt you. It was purely on instinct, out of not wanting to see a bystander get hurt or his spouse, he couldn’t answer.

He got to take a closer look at you. Your hair still framed your face perfectly, albeit a bit messy. Your eyes, even if they were watery, held appreciation in them and that light — that light in your eyes he could never get out of his mind. That light he saw vanish upon your death. Your lips, although not the signature rosy color they always were, still looked just as plump and kissable as before.

You looked just as beautiful as the day he lost you. Welt swore he could lose himself in you, maybe that’s all he was — a lost man looking for his anchor. His anchor he found again.

You bowed deeply and thanked Welt profusely for helping you. Although a humble merchant trying to make meets end, you invited him and Himeko into your home. You were still as trusting as ever.

You served them warm food everyday, even as you apologized that it might not be a lot. You even arranged for Himeko to sleep on your bed while Welt took the couch, and you slept on a small makeshift bed on the floor. You’d say everything was okay, even as your food portions got smaller and you woke up earlier and earlier everyday. It was clear you were in no position to host guests in your house, yet you still did.

You’d beg Himeko to tell you stories about their travels on the Express to pass the time — looking at them with stars in your eyes as they retold their deeds.

Welt remembers the look on your face when it was yet again time for them to be on their way.

They’d done it many times, said goodbye to friends and departed, yet it never got easier. Welt especially didn’t think it was easy when saying goodbye to someone who was the love of his life, even if he was not yours. He’d miss your cooking, your expressions, your smiles, your warm embraces. He’d miss you once again, like he once did all those years ago.

He saw the look on your face, one of sadness and regret. He couldn’t help but mirror it — melancholic at having to leave you again, regretful at not being able to say “I love you.” He knew Himeko didn’t feel much different, you’d been welcoming and loving the whole time they stayed there.

You always stunned him in your past life, even in this one, you still did. You threw caution out of the window and begged them to let you on board the Express. There was nothing left for you in this world.

There wasn’t a single bone or muscle in Welt’s body that was willing to say no. Himeko could see that too and accepted.

Welt remembers your first time on the Astral Express.

Pom Pom had been shocked at the sight of a third person. After their initial shock, they proceeded to scold both Himeko and Welt in front of you.

You laughed at their shenanigans, once again bowing to Pom Pom and thanking them for letting you on. Welt thought you’d fit right in.

Pom Pom, knowing of Welt’s past with you, assigned you a room near his. They knew it’d soothe his mind — nothing would happen to you again. The conductor even pressed Welt into giving you a tour, watching as you beamed by his side.

Welt remembers watching you sleep at night.

You were never a good sleeper, always needing someone by your side to sleep well. You’d chosen Welt as that person, asking him to at least stay by the foot of your bed.

He’d watch as you tucked yourself in and closed your eyes, that same serene expression taking over your features. It reminded him of your last moments.

Your chest would rise and fall rhythmically until it slowed, signaling your descent into slumber. He’d take that as his cue to leave, before you started shuffling around and your breathing picked up.

Welt had experienced many nightmares before — of his friends, the Welt before him, of you. He could immediately pick up the signs, and you had all of them. Whispering in your sleep, he could slightly hear your words begging to be spared, your slight sniffles turning into sobs.

Welt was a strong man, he’d lived for a long time and still had a will of steel. But hearing your cries and murmurs, he felt his resolve weaken.

Welt remembers climbing onto your bed and soothing you back to sleep.

He hugged you close to his chest, humming a tune you loved when you were together while caressing your hair.

That seemed to quell the turmoil within you as you slowly stopped crying, and instead fell back asleep.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby,” whispered Welt as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

[bunnyluvx]

hsr characters and their love languages! ♡

featuring: natasha, welt yang, asta & sampo x gn!reader.

summary: hsr characters and their favorite love language with their partner! <3

warnings: spoilers about natasha if you are a beginner, and spoilers about welt yang.

a/n: hi there everybody!! this is my first official work here on tumblr and to say that i am nervous is such an understatement bc I AM SO SCARED HAHAHA. please be mindful throughout this post that i am not caught up with the game, and am not completely knowledgeable about hi3 or hsr lore. i'm pretty confident that almost all of the characters are in-character, sampo is really the only one i'm unsure of, so apologies in advance. i wanted to give natasha a break bc man she deserves one udbfoein. not proofread btw so have mercy on me for grammatical errors. i may or may not make different parts of this or make platonic/familial versions of how the characters would show their love for their friends/family, so if anyone is interested in that, please let me know!! this is also my first time doing a post like this so please be kind. ;; i'm excited to hopefully make new friends from this!! enjoy all of the fluff! <3

date started: 7:38PM, april 6th, 2024. date finished: 1:56AM. april 8th, 2024.

wc: 2.2k

natasha ♡ quality time.

natasha is always up on her feet, tirelessly working to tend to her patients and taking care of any necessities around the underworld. it is very rare that this woman is able to get a moment's rest, and as the leader of wildfire, she feels as though she cannot show weakness. she has to set an example for all of the children that she takes care of, and all of the underworld's citizens. if she falters, then they will start to worry and panic. she cannot have that. as stressful as her day-to-day life can be, she is incredibly grateful that she is able to help so many people. she loves to tend to the sick and carry out her duties so that she can guide her people to a better future.

however, when it comes to you, she feels as though she can let her guard down, when all of the children are asleep, and all of her duties for the day are done. she flops down onto your shared bed and softly sighs. you would lay by her side, her eyes closed, but she is content knowing that you are close to her. the nights that the two of you spend together are the nights where she feels most at peace. they are one of the moments that she holds of most importance, for they are the moments where she remembers that she is just oh so lucky to have you. whether if it's snuggling in bed together, which she thoroughly enjoys because she gets to snuggle up into your chest and relax, or sharing a meal, what is most important to her is that it is your time together to spend however you wish.

she feels like she can breathe with you near her; you soothe her in ways that no ordinary person could. there is something about your presence that causes every muscle in her body to ease, and she cannot help but smile whenever she sees you. there isn't much time for date nights given her positions, and you working alongside oleg as acting leader surely makes everything much harder, but you two try to make time for nice outings whenever you can because you both love going out to do things together.

to her, it doesn't even matter if you go out to do something. even if the two of you aren't doing anything together. she is just happy with you reading next to her while she's practicing stitching up her teddy bear. or when she's reading through paperwork and you're reorganizing some of the shelves and drawers around the clinic. being in your presence is all she needs in order to feel loved by you.

welt yang ♡ acts of service.

admittedly, welt is quite the romantic. there has always been a part of him that has been fond of the idea of finding someone right for him in this dimension. he never really made a priority for it, he never actively seeked out a partner. it has always been something that every once in a while, he would think of and smile about. it is a very small, personal part of him, but part of him nevertheless. and it blossomed to life when he met you. the part of him that wanted a person to spoil, to care for and to make their every wish came true really came to light.

anytime you say you want or need something, you better believe that he offers to grab it for you. not to say that he doesn't believe that you aren't capable of doing things for yourself; he just likes offering and if you accept, taking out those tasks for you. you want a drink or something to eat? what would you like? he'll get it for you. you're about to enter/exit any building? he's rushing ahead of you to open the door for you. something hurts? where? he'll give you a massage. your room is dirty and you need to clean it? with your permission, he will clean and organize it for you just the way you like it. he'll make sure to put things where he knows you're going to remember them too. you've been feeling down recently? he puts sticky-notes on the bathroom mirror for you to remind you how wonderful you are and how much he loves you. and it is guaranteed that when you are dating welt, that he has drawings in his sketchbook filled with you. he loves every single detail of you, and wants to commit them all to memory. he even made characters for one of his personal animation projects based off of you and him. when he showed them to you to see your reaction, and to gain your approval to have them in the first place, you were smitten and he received many, many kisses to the face.

welt absolutely worships the ground that you walk on. wherever you are, he always makes sure that you are comfortable, happy, healthy and safe. he does everything in his power to take care of you, even though he knows that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. he firmly believes in "actions speak louder than words". he likes to show his dedication and love for you through his actions. he reminds you every single day through his actions just why you fell for him, and he reminds you everyday how much he loves you. he will continue to do so, until the multiverse falls apart.

asta ♡ words of affirmation.

originally i was going to say that her love language is gift giving, seeing as she has so much money, she wants to be able to give as much as she can. she gives money to the space station to help with repairs, so why wouldn't she want to spoil the heck out of you?! however, upon taking a little peak at her lore, she is actually insecure about her riches. i feel as though she wouldn't want you to think that she's some snobby bigshot just because she has a wealthy family, so while she would get gifts for you, she would worry about what exactly she got and how much of it costed, and what you would possibly think of her if you got something that was deemed "too expensive" by society. she doesn't want you to think less of her. so, after looking at the five primary love languages, my next thought was words of affirmation.

asta seems like the type of girlfriend to enjoy both receiving and giving reassurance, kind words and compliments. in her times of stress, what she really needs is for you to put your hand on her shoulder and tell her that she'll figure everything out and that it will be okay. she looks to you with worried eyes, placing her hand over yours. she wouldn't say a word, her eyes tell you what she wants to say. "how can you be so sure? what if i don't figure this out? what if i get kicked off of the space station? what if-" a thousand thoughts run through her head at all times, and when she's stressed, the volume cranks up to one-hundred. it is only with you telling her that it'll be alright, and that you will be by her side the entire time that she is able to feel more at ease. your words mean everything to her.

she also loves to give reassurance. when you are feeling worried or anxious, she is quick to hop in and listen to whatever may be troubling you. she always tells you that it will all work out, and that she is always going to be there for you. she will never leave your side, she says, and she loves you with every ounce of her heart. she also wraps you up in compliments; when you change up your appearance somehow, whether if it's from clothes, hair, make-up or other changes, she will always point it out to you and tell you that she thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the whole world. or, when the two of you are laying together at night, she will tell you just how good of a heart you have. she will tell you how proud she is of you and of the progress that you have made since she first met you. she will tell you just how enthralled she is with you, and how you make her heart want to squeeze and stop in her chest. she will tell you exactly how she feels about you, and it is overwhelmingly lovely, because you know that every word she speaks, she means it from the bottom of her heart. and in turn, you try your best to do the same when you can. she is always grateful to hear your words of praise and adoration for her, even if it's something small. a simple "i'm here for you" will make her happy, because she knows that you mean what you say. gosh, she just loves you so much that she doesn't know how to handle it. your love is genuine, true and real, and speaking of that love to each other makes asta feel like she's floating in a cloud's soft embrace.

sampo koski ♡ gift receiving.

when it comes to showing his affection for you, he is always buying you things whenever he can. jumping from job to job all of the time can lead to strain with his finances, but he is able to make good money often enough to the point where he is able to buy nice gifts for you. he has become used to taking things from people without thinking twice, so when you first started dating, he gave you stolen things. buuuttt you were very unhappy about it; not because of the gift itself, but because of the fact that he stole it. so you told him very firmly that you would not accept anything that he stole. he respected your wishes, of course, and started to buy you things ethically.

receiving gifts became a regular thing for you. sampo would come home after a long day of working around belobog, hand you whatever little trinket he managed to get his handa on and say, "for you, baby~". you are always grateful for everything that he gives you, and one day, you thought to return the favor. so, while you were out and about one day, you saw a really cute pin of a puppy. when you saw it, it automatically made you think of sampo. so, you bought it, and planned to give it to him when he came home that night.

when nighttime rolled around, he busted the doors open and called, "HONEYYY, IIIII'M HOOOOOOME!!~" in a silly way before laughing to himself and taking his shoes off. you rush up to him, the man opening his arms for you as you hop up to hug him. you share a kiss, then move back out of his arms with a little grin on your face. he noticed the look and asked what was up, then you told him that you had a gift for him. he was caught off-guard, admittedly, as he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise. he tried to act humbly at first, telling you that you didn't need to do that for lil ol' sampo! he's the one that supposed to be spoiling you, after all! but you shut that down immediately and insisted that he takes your gift. he couldn't say no to how excited you looked to give him something, he asked what it was, and you told him to close his eyes. he did, and when he opened them, there it was! in your hands was the cutest little puppy pin he has ever seen in his life.

he took a moment to speak or move as his usual cocky attitude melted away. his eyes became glossy and his lip started to tremble. he was so touched by the fact that you were thinking of him so much that you got him a gift. you asked if he was okay, as he never cried around you before, and he quickly wiped his nose and eyes on his sleeve and sniffled. he assured you that he was okay before taking the pin from you and cooing about how cute it was. seriously, it was so freaking adorable, how did you even get your hands on this??? he asked why you chose it for him, and when you told him that it looked like him, he caved and gave you a bone-crushing hug. his sobs were quiet and he sniffled. the idea of you seeing such an adorable little treasure and thinking that you wanted, no, you needed to get it for him just makes his heart crumble in the best way possible. needless to say, he wears that pin everywhere he goes and never takes it off. it is on him at all times, as are all of the other wearable gifts that you got for him after that. he cherishes every single thing that you give him, and he wants to be able to show you that no matter how big or small it is, he will love it forever. just as he will love you.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is so very appreciated! <3

[onlyluxalo]

I’m back from the dead lmao

Gn and older reader implied!

Modern Au I guess?

Welt will be called Joachim in this :)

Welt Yang and Joffrey Joyce Yang imagine

Imagine living a domestic life with Joachim, being married to this beloved man for a long time and raising Joey together as you and Joachim are helpless lovebirds, being two peas in a pod as Joey adores both his parents. The best parents he could ever ask for <3

[deathbxnny]

Hello do you do honkai impact 3rd ? Can I request a hi3rd x male genshin impact reader and the reader is a powerful celestial god, he watches over the mankind get destroyed and get rebuilt every time, and in his past his a human until the older gods of celestial turn him into a god that he never wants, he always beg to them to turn him back to a human being again and to live a normal life, and the older gods finally accept and give his human form and then he leaves the celestial palace, and can they react to the reader in his godly form (very reveling)

And the character is the idol trio ( Kevin, welt yang, and Otto Apocalypse )

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A/N: Hello, I in fact do write for the game and love the idea! I have to admit tho, that I usually don't like writing for Otto, because I really don't like him lmao. However, for you Anon, I will! Thank you for the interesting request!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, questionable Otto shenanigans, God reader, post eruption Kevin, mentions of battle, kinda unserious, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns in this, but is asked to be male!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Welt Yang

Welt knew all about your past and your abilities, yet never asked you to show them to him. He felt like it wasn't his place to ask and after many eons of being a god against your will, he was sure, that you never wanted to experience that again.

He was however pleasantly surprised, when he saw your godly form and gently complimented you for it. He was in complete awe and loved the way you looked, before he asked you many questions about every detail regarding your form. You honestly find his interest and dedication too cute.

He'll protect you on the battlefield no matter what and can do so with ease, but he would like to see you use your abilities as well. He's just so fascinated by them, that he nearly forgets to fight himself.

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》Kevin Kaslana

Kevin was at first a little disinterested in your abilities and your past as a god, since he finds dwelling on the past quite useless and a waste of time. He never bothers to ask you any questions on them either and acts like you were always just a normal human. It may hurt you, but he thinks it's for the best.

With that said, he only cares to see your abilities when it benefits the situation at hand. He's quite cynical as is, but also very protective over you. You're the only thing he has left, so he wouldn't want anyone to catch wind of your abilities.

But he is secretly very impressed and proud, when he sees how powerful you still are in your godly form and gives you some praise for it, that you cherish dearly, since it's rare for him to do so.

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》Otto Apocalypse

You quickly wonder, if you should've maybe not have said anything about your abilities, as he becomes instantly extremely obsessive with knowing literally everything about you and your past. He is hungry for every single detail you can give him and won't stop, until he's satisfied by the amount of research he's aquired from you.

If you do go ahead and show him your godly form, I hope you have wings to fly away, because this man will beg to conduct some experiments on you. Ofcourse, none of them will hurt or do you any harm at all and are very much harmless. But they last way too long, because this man doesn't know when to stop, once he becomes hooked onto something. (As we know.)

He loves to see you on the battlefield and use your abilities against your enemies. It honestly comes to a point of pure worship from him, until you smack some sense into him. But even then, he'll just claim that it's for the good of humanity to know and that he just loves you so much... sounds familiar?

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A/N: I hope my bias against Otto isn't showing too much and that you liked it, Anon. Thank you again for the request!<33

[yurinaa-world]

hi, welt jing yuan blade dan heng with a bronya (hi3) teen reader?

Characters: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Blade, and Dan Heng platonic! x Female Reader

Synopsis: reader that's like bronya from Honkai Impact 3rd

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

It gives you the childhood you’ve never had; even if you can’t feel anything, it’s never too late, even if you say you can’t be saved. It gets you things to build your machine that you've been working on for months.

He also gets you to leave your room and come and join everyone on the new planet you just arrived on, using the excuse that you could find the parts you need, as well as inspiration for upgrades. In reality, he just wants you to go out and have some fun with everyone else.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

You’re cold like ice compared to anyone else, which reminds him of his old master, but unlike her, you're just a child influenced by the world's most corrupt and sick minds, left scarred forever and unfixable when cracked into. A child fit for war but doesn’t view you like that at all.

He finds your little insults to him quite hilarious. It seems that you and Fu Xuan are quite similar in the way you talk to him and how you view him, but he finds you very adorable whenever you do it, with his child giving him sas without hesitation.

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You do it whenever someone asks you to make a machine for them. You get it done in a day or less, when it usually takes three days or more. You don’t bother talking to him, and he doesn’t bother wasting his time on you; it was like that for a long while.

You started to get closer whenever Kafka sent him to request something from you, and he’d have to wait there for you to finish whenever he was asked, and you gave him some candy, saying maybe that could fix his nasty expression; it’s very sweet. He hated it, but he always took it because you gave it to him.

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

He’s quiet like you, but you’re cold, you're completely emotionally stunned, and you're unable to say anything with emotion or with heart. Maybe that’s one of the reasons most people don’t like to approach you.

You weren’t that bad, though. Mess with March whenever she touches the machines in your room, and it’s pretty funny to watch as you mess with her and make her regret calling her an idiot.

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[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.”

[glowingbadger]

Hi everyone, I have a mental illness called Welt Yang.

Save me massive DILF cock save me

As a disclaimer, I'm an HSR-only Welt enjoyer, so you'll have to forgive me as I do my best to nail his voice and character down (no, I will not "just play HI3," how much time and hard drive space for Hoyo games do you think I have) - plus, it's my first time writing him, and I'm always a little less sure on my first outing with a character, even when it's, y'know, just smut.

CWs include some pretty rough/intense sex, my shameless size-queen tendencies, and some... aggressively cane-centric foreplay (is that even a thing?? Is anyone into this?? I just got possessed by the idea and had to try it, sorry not sorry)

Welt Yang (HSR) x GN/AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+

What does it take to provoke Welt Yang? This question had lingered as an impertinent impulse in the back of your mind for far too long now- since before the two of you had confessed your feelings for one another. Even then, in that vulnerable moment between you, while his joy and relief at your reciprocated feelings had been clear, he remained the picture of reason and maturity. Some time later, you'd now realized that even while making love, he remained impressively composed. Rather, he seemed restrained. And that word- restraint- that, you would not stand for.

When he holds you in his bed, Welt is focused, dedicated, relentlessly devoted to your satisfaction. He exhibits the kind of skill that only comes with years, and as for his size and stamina both, he certainly provides more than you had ever dared to hope for. He's given you nothing to complain about- and yet, there's one thing you still crave. You want to see him falter. You want to push him somehow, to see how he responds to something new and unexpected and sinful.

That's how you've found yourself at the door to his quarters in only a loose buttoned shirt and panties. After a quick courtesy-knock, you slip into his room and close the door behind you. Welt is seated in a modest but comfortable armchair, a book in one hand while the other absently rests on his cane at his side. His extra layers have been forgone for the night, leaving him in a turtleneck and trousers, and a responsibly portioned glass of liquor rests on an end table beside him, barely touched. His eyes flick up over his glasses at you when you enter, and his expression softens- then, he takes another look, and his eyebrows rise just slightly.

"Evening," he says in his usual measured tone, "Do you need something, dearest?"

"Just to see you," you reply sweetly. His eyes are warm on you as you approach, your hands fussing aimlessly with the hem of the shirt that just barely flits around your upper thighs. Despite this, his line of sight remains disciplined.

When he speaks next you're already carefully easing onto his lap to straddle his hips.

"It's getting late," his composure remains, but you catch his voice subconsciously dipping lower as you settle against him, "You... ought to get some rest."

This close, and at this angle, you imagine Welt can appreciate just how few of this shirt's buttons you've deigned to utilize tonight. Yet other than that tantalizing dip of his voice, he has yet to show the slightest weakness.

"Actually, I was thinking we could help each other relax a bit tonight," you say with a grin. At last, he sets aside the book in his hand, and his golden eyes meet yours.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

Your coy smirk makes your intentions more than clear, but this is so like him. As always, Welt seeks to gather intel before making any moves of his own- but you're prepared for this.

"How about this," you say, brushing his bangs from his eyes, "I'll give you a hint, and you tell me what you think."

"Hm," he hums softly, "Very well. I'll do my best not to disappoint."

He moves to dissipate the cane manifested in his hand, but you instead take both it and his hand, and guide them up towards you. You position the cane until the tip is planted in the seat cushion, between both your legs and Welt's. The staff of it travels up the center of your body and, as you nestle yourself against it, between your breasts. The handle, of course, is level with your lips.

You watch Welt's chest rise and fall with a single long breath as he observes you. With one hand holding the cane steady, your other strokes the handle as you draw it to your mouth. Slowly, shamelessly, you circle the end with your tongue, and practically moan when you notice his eyes narrow and his fingers clench tight at the armrest beside him. But he says nothing.

You keep pushing, tracing the cane's handle with your tongue, making sure to keep your arms drawn in around your chest all the while so he can enjoy the sight of it held snug between your breasts.

Welt murmurs your name, and you offer him an innocent smile.

"Something wrong?"

"Not at all," he replies, eyes fixed directly on you, "Please, go on."

An understated reply- but you can tell you're finally inching past his iron-clad stoicism.

Your free hand runs up and down the length of the cane while your lips brush the tip in that same deliberately sensual way. Welt's jaw tightens. You shift the cane just slightly so that it's pressing between your thighs, and rock your lower body gently forward so it rubs lewdly against you. Immediately, you notice your lover practically digging his fingernails into the armrest, and you smile as you give a soft, moaning sigh. You let him watch like this for a while; your hips sway at a slow an erotic pace, and while one hand continues to hold onto Welt's cane, the other sneaks the fabric of you shirt upward just enough that he can clearly see you rubbing yourself against the staff. Your cunt is already warm and wet with arousal, and each pass slickens the cane just a little through your already-soaked panties.

With a flick of his fingers, he exerts the slightest pressure on the cane, adjusting its angle and rutting it more firmly against you. You inhale sharply, your eyes briefly unfocused, yet he only says,

"Make yourself cum."

You hardly notice the whimper you let out as you firmly, wantonly grind your wet cunt along his cane. The way he's holding your gaze makes your heart race. The stern furrow of his brow has dashed every thought from your mind but the desire to please him.

"I believe I understand your 'hint,' dearest," he speaks softly, but with a heat simmering just beneath the surface. His hand trails warm up the outer curve of your thigh, and he says, "You're trying to rile me up, is that it?"

Your face is warm and flush, and you nod as you watch him with dazed and unfocused eyes.

"Interesting. To what end, I wonder?"

As he speaks, Welt subtly moves the cane between your thighs, enhancing the strangely stimulating sensation of it grinding against your clit. Your hips move in time, matching his rhythm and urging you steadily closer to your climax. The tension winds tight in your belly, your lips part as you softly sigh and moan your lover's name.

"You're... always so co-composed..."

Welt considers your reply, never easing the pressure at your clit.

"And you would like to see me... less composed, I take it?" you nod, he hums softly, "I see."

"Welt," you whine, the pace of your hips slowing as your thighs begin to tremble, "Ohh... mmmh, g-gonna-!"

With a shaky breath and a shudder down your spine, your head tilts back as you cum on the shaft of Welt's cane. Fuck- it's so depraved, a rush you'd only imagined in the quiet of your private quarters late at night. Now, your body trembles as your climax makes your nerves tingle and your legs feel weak. You can't imagine how shameless you must look in this moment. Yet Welt doesn't say a word as his cane vanishes, and his arm wraps under your backside.

He stands in one swift movement, lifting you in his arms and carrying you towards his bed. Soon enough, you're laid beneath him, both wrists pinned down under one of his hands. If you'd had time to collect your thoughts, they'd already be scattered again; he's looking at you in a way you've never seen before. A ravenous way that's so unlike the gentle, rational gaze you know.

"You wanted to break my composure?" he draws near, his breath hot against your face. His hips press between your thighs, and you feel his cock, rock hard and straining against his trousers, rutting firm against your soaked-through panties, "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to restrain myself enough to carry out my work each day? How hard it is to maintain this composure around you?"

"You..." you can barely speak, your skin feels like it's burning, "It never seems like..."

"Perhaps I have been too reserved, in my desire not to unduly pressure you," his voice lowers to a near-growl, "But let me make this perfectly clear. I want you every time you return from a mission. When I see you're safe, and I see that glow, the way you shine when you've accomplished your goal- I want to take you then and there against the windows and watch the stars reflect in your eyes while I fill you."

"We-Welt, I-"

"I want you when I see you talking and laughing with the others, and I feel so fortunate to have you that I want to make you cry out my name, just to remind myself that you're truly mine."

"Welt..!" you're desperate with arousal, and each word only compounds your growing need for him.

"I want you when you wear a new outfit. I want you when I sketch you. I want you when I can't sleep at night," his lower body grinds against you, forcing a breathy moan from your throat as his cock throbs between your lower lips, "I want you now- so badly that I'm not certain I can be as gentle with you as I'd like."

You can't breathe. Can't think. There's nothing- nothing but this man and his body and his lust and his heat between your thighs.

"Please..." you whisper.

Welt discards his glasses on the floor beside the bed, then tugs his shirt over his head to follow. It's uncharacteristically rushed and careless of him. In fact, he can't even be bothered to finish undressing either of you; he simply opens the front of his trousers and works his throbbing-hard cock from his boxer briefs, then tugs your underwear down your legs so forcefully you think he might tear them. He supports himself with his forearm on the pillow beside your head, while his free hand positions his massive length at your entrance. You feel the heat of his crown nestled between your folds, the tip pressed torturously against you. He exerts the last of his restraint to hold there while he hooks his arm under your knee and pulls your leg upward, spreading your thighs wider. Then, with a groan that resolves into a sigh of relief, he pushes into you.

"Fuck-!" your gasp is barely audible. He begins thrusting his hips immediately. Gone is all of the careful foreplay meandering towards gentle love-making. Finally, at long last, Welt is fucking you, with all of his strength and passion. Already, your head is swimming, your eyes rolling back as his thick cock stretches you around him, driving deeper and deeper with every urgent push of his body against yours. Your shirt is scrunched up beneath you, a single button at your bust struggling to hold fast while Welt ravages you against the mattress. Then, his lips are on yours, and he's kissing you with deep, open-mouthed erotic kisses that couldn't be further from his usual gentlemanly technique. He's hungry for you, greedy for your body and your kiss, and ready to truly claim you at last.

You don't even notice that he's no longer pinning you down until you realize your nails are dragging down his back. His abdomen tightens with every thrust, his shoulder muscles rhythmically tense. Briefly, you wonder at how he's able to keep in such incredible shape at his age- but the insistent pounding of his cock at your very deepest point hardly gives the impression of a man flagging with years. The tinge of pain as he hits your core is wonderful, each spark of it lighting a new fire to build upon the last. It only compounds with the pleasure of him utterly filling you, stroking a thousand different sensitive spots that only he has ever reached. Your pussy clings and squeezes around him, yet your prior orgasm and this ecstatic thrill of him fucking you so deep and hard have you more than wet enough to take him with all of this new forceful intensity. You gasp and moan for him freely, and he echoes your name in reply with that low, rasping tone of his that makes you ache.

The primal rush of it all has left your mind blissfully vacant. Your free leg- the one not still being held spread over Welt's arm- wraps around his hip, or his thigh, or some part of him. Once he's kissed you dizzy, his lips travel to the column of your neck, and little blooms of pain and pleasure across your skin tell you he must be marking you fiercely. He's panting into the crook of your neck, his thrusts a bit faster, a bit more erratic.

"So good..." he groans, "So... damn good. Don't know... how much longer I can..."

"Issokay," you breathe out in a daze, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, "Me... t-too..."

Welt's body pitches forward, tilting you back on the bed as he buries himself in you to the root. His hips shift just a little, just enough to feel more of that exquisite friction. The pressure of him filling you so completely seems to travel up through your center, and when he gasps out your name and begins to cum inside of you, the powerful throbbing of his shaft sends ripples through your entire body. You cum just as he does, head spinning and crying aloud for him as he pumps his heat into your waiting cunt. His cock twitches, pulses with his orgasm, and his head sinks down onto the pillow beside you as he releases your leg at last and wraps his arm instead around your midsection to hold you against him.

Seconds, maybe minutes pass in the blissful quiet of his bedroom. You each struggle to catch your breath, and you can hardly muster the strength to move your limbs. At last, Welt kisses you once more, briefly and sweetly, before pulling out from your sore and over-filled pussy, then slumping down onto the bed with you.

"Is that... What you had in mind?" Welt says with a subdued smile.

"uh-huh," you turn towards him on the bed, your fingertips idly grazing the line of his jaw, down towards his lips, "Though, it was way better in reality than I'd imagined."

Welt's smile broadens just a little, emphasizing the handsome creases near his eyes. His arm wraps around your waist.

"I think, perhaps, we ought to spend some time... Trading notes."

"Oh?" you settle more closely against him, still fluttery and giddy inside.

"I would hazard a guess that you have a few more ideas and desires that we haven't yet discussed. I certainly have no complaints about being seduced," he nudges your chin up with a hand and kisses you, slowly and tenderly. When he parts from you, his voice is low once more, "But for now, I want to know everything I can about how to satisfy you, utterly and completely. If it pleases you, then... I won't hold back anymore."

[chiyoso]

herrscher of death.

Hi3 x HSR Crossover. | ⓘ SEMI-HIATUS.

syposis: welt yang. you saw on an entry page while you were at the discretion of the other herrschers. a missing person, and a once leading, previous figure of anti-entropy, and the former herrscher of reason.

confusion led to curiousity, seeking information from your mentor and the others, and it's not as if all have given up, but your superior, bronya zaychik was the only willing individual to take action about it.

no matter how dangerous the unknown was, with your help, it became a mission, a personal one, venturing towards the goal of finding the disappearance of someone important, unaware that you were going to be introduced to a different world that differed to yours.

★ content warnings: the reader is female and somewhat based on my oc · crossover · hi3rd elements · herrscher!reader · suggestive themes · mentions of heavy and sensitive topics · blood · destruction · fighting · trauma · dead dove: do not eat.

★ author notes: claim your "i was here before the HI3xHSR collab" ticket and bragging rights now!!! 🎫

★ series tag: #— 死 [Herrscher Of Death Series] ♰

★ 【EP1】 ENCOUNTERS (revising) summary: the introduction to akivili's followers, the stellaron hunter, and a being draped in a warm, seething gold.

★ 【EP2】 DIVINE FORESIGHT (reblogs needed) summary: you've already had your fair share of gold, but to have two eyes with the same color look into yours? you couldn't be more intrigued.

★ 【EP3】 visualizing...

Published November 23, 2023.