#welt x you

[haruchuiyo]

can’t get enough

He is so beautiful this way and he feels so good inside you. He makes you feel so good.

content: NSFW + fem!reader + royalty au + king!welt x queen!reader + first time + kissing + welt is pent up!! + dry humping + oral (f!receiving) + p in v + breeding + a little of stinky welt cause why not + this is just a ride to pound town lol

word count: 6k

i hope you enjoy reading this ><

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My darling wife.

Welt cannot stop looking at you. You’re created by the stars itself. Your smile shining more brightly than the real sun hung up in the clear sky. The white dress you’re donning is just utterly beautiful on you. The heart shaped neckline showcasing your pretty collarbone, the dress is shaping you in a graceful way and how it just drags prettily along the grassland as you walk.

You’re walking towards him with a serene smile on your face. And when you reach him, Welt immediately grasps onto your hand and with his other hand, gently pulls you into his embrace by your waist. You giggle as you settle your hands on Welt’s chest, looking around in case nobody saw what your husband did.

“Nobody’s here, my love. The staff have left to do other things by my orders.” Welt softly says as he cranes his head down by your ear and softly nips on your earlobe. You sigh in content with your eyes closed as you tilt your head sideways.

“Doesn’t hurt to be cautious, my dear husband.” Your eyes flutter open and you see Welt lean in for a kiss and you meet it with open heart.

His lips are gentle against yours, mouth kissing you leisurely as the hand that he grasped your hand with is now wrapped around your neck in a gentle way. And his other hand is gripping onto your waist tightly the more the kiss goes on. You had to pull away when you felt Welt’s hand on your waist slip lower than could be accepted to do outside.

Welt lets out a disgruntled sigh and places his forehead on yours.

“Wish we were inside.” He simply says and you giggle at his words. “To kiss some more?”

“To kiss some more.” He nods as he repeats your words.

“We should enter the maze, Welt. It could be fun.” You say as you hold onto his hand and start leading him towards the maze.

As you get there, the entire place surrounding the enormous green hedge maze, is empty and devoid of anything except a few birds. You look at Welt with a happy smile and start pulling on him but he stands still, you pout at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking if your dress will get dirty in there.” You sigh, slightly rolling your eyes at your husband's words. He’s a great king, but he’s a very oblivious man.

“Come on Welt, I wouldn’t go in there if I knew my dress would get dirty.” With that said, a thought came into your head and you flashed your husband a mischievous smile. He was about to ask what’s on your mind but you started lifting your dress and ran into the opening of the maze. Welt was too stunned for a second and you had already managed to take a turn before he started running after you.

You were laughing the entire run you did away from your husband, when you turned your head after a quick stop and saw Welt emerge from a corner, you gasped and continued running. You hear Welt call after you, chuckling as well and you couldn’t stop the immense excitement you felt at being willingly chased by the King of Astral.

You stopped running for a few seconds, remembering how your lady maid told you the maze is so big you could get lost if you don’t notice the pattern of it. You lean against the maze and just a moment after, you get pulled into a familiar embrace and you let out a surprised laugh as you hug your husband, burying your face into his clothed sternum.

“My love, stop running away from me will you?” Welt is releasing deep breaths. He must’ve been running too, you smile at the thought. You step away from his arms and lean once more against the maze and look up at your husband's face.

“But I knew you’d find me.” Your voice was breathy, your chest heaving up and down as it constricts against your dress. It makes your breasts get pushed up more than usual and that doesn’t go unnoticed by Welt’s eyes.

Welt flickers his gaze from your face to your heaving breasts, he can see you hold your own hands behind your back as you slightly push up your chest as if to invite him. He lightly licks his lips as he flickers his eyes up to meet yours and he sees a dazed expression on your face that makes him step in even closer.

His hands grasp onto your breasts, a soft gasp slips past your mouth and he gently squeezes which makes you softly moan. You arch your body against his as your arms wrap around his neck, this time Welt uses his left hand to push your lower body against the front of his body as his right hand, in a haste, grabs a handful of your dress to lift it up to touch you through your chemise.

“Aeons, I can’t have enough of you.” Welt groans as he leans his head down to nip along your throat, squeezing your tits, rubbing your nipples through the fabric of your silk chemise.

“You shouldn’t ever have enough of me.” You manage to breathe out and Welt chuckles against your skin, his lips now kissing and sucking on your neck as he pushes your body against him even more.

“That will never happen, my love.” He kisses and nips on the place on your pulse point and you couldn’t help but roll your body against his just for the slightest friction. “And aeons, this dress is bothering me now.” His releases his hold on your chest for a moment just to pull down the sleeve of your dress, along with the strap of your chemise, ripping it a bit in the process, just to take one of your tits in his mouth after grabbing onto your upper body, his fingers close to touching your bare chest.

In turn, that has you moaning as he slightly lifts you off the ground. Your feet dangling in the air, your heels almost slipping as you push your husband's face closer against your breasts with your arms around his neck. And he continues his moves on your tits. He sucks your nipple, swirls his tongue around the bud before he sucks on it again. It all feels so good, you lift your legs and wrap them around Welt’s waist, with that done Welt pins you against the maze as he grabs one breast in his hand and does the same thing with that.

He rolls his hardened crotch against your clothed slit, groans against your breasts at the friction. In the moment, he thinks about the fact you never consummated your marriage. Not even after you two reconciled. It’s always been moments like this, rolling your body against each other and heavy kissing and giving each other pleasure, mostly him to you, in other ways. He lets go of his mouth on your chest and his hold on your body to cup your face.

“I want you, baby.” He mumbles to you. You can feel his warm breath on your mouth, he rubs his nose and lips against your own. His words could mean anything but at this moment, you know what he wants. You know you two haven’t consummated your marriage for some reasons.

“I want you too, Welt. So much.” You breathe against his mouth. At your words, Welt smiles and his hands trails down from your face, to stroke your pulse points on your neck, trailing further down to cup your breasts in his hands. As if he’s admiring what’s in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful and this is all mine.” He says almost dreamily and you jut out your breasts towards him and he gives each nipple soft kisses and nipping before he takes your mouth in a kiss. Lips moving against each other both softly yet so full of passion, so much need.

Then his hands slips down your body, gathers your dress in a bundle, to then unfasten his belt before his hands touches your underwear. He had to put you down on the ground to take it off you, letting out an annoyed groan while you giggled at his reaction.

“Won’t be giggling so sweetly in a bit, wife.” Welt says as he lifts you up then bucks his clothed erection against your bare slit and you softly moan. Your hands now on his shoulders, fingers almost digging into them when you feel his bulge against you. He was just about to do something else, when a gasp was heard and Welt immediately covered your half naked body, not minding the fact his pants were unfastened and halfway down on the ground.

“What is it?” Welt asks with a raised voice, annoyed and irritated at the fact he possibly revealed such an intimate sight of his beloved to his soldier nonetheless. All the while you’re burying your face in his chest, trying to wash down the embarrassment of having been caught in such a scandalous position. Especially since you two are the king and queen.

“Your Majesty, the council is calling for you.”

And what could the council possibly need in the middle of a sunny day? Welt groans to himself and dismisses his soldier. When he hears the steps of his soldier getting further away, he puts you down on the ground and helps you with your dress.

“Are you upset, my love?” You softly ask as you hold onto a bit of his clothes on his chest. Welt shakes his head, then sighs.

“A bit, just a little.”

“Because we were interrupted?” You try to meet your husband's brown eyes, but he keeps averting them.

“No, I mean, a little because of that too but it’s more of the fact I had you with your chest bare in the open, not thinking just one second that anyone can see us and see you naked. It eats me up alive at that thought.” He rambles on and you smile at his consideration and how cute he looks right now. Brows furrowed, cheeks flushed from your prior actions, also because he's upset and the way he's hastily fastening his belt.

“Then we haven’t consummated, which also eats me up alive because—“

“You’re so needy. I didn’t know you yearned for me that much.” Your hands cup his face, you stand on your tiptoes to reach his face and press a quick kiss on his mouth.

“We will have time, Welt.” You reassure him with a subtle remark and Welt pulls you against his front and he leans his face closer to yours to give you a kiss as well.

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You wish you could have retrieved your words from the day at the maze. As if fate itself decides to intervene, it decided to make you and Welt so busy, you could only share private moments together in the morning after sleeping and in the night before going to sleep. Too exhausted to even do anything else than give each other a kiss. The duties of a king and queen were endless. And not to speak of the times where you two got interrupted by the staff, was endless too.

Welt softly pins you against the wall after dragging you in a corner and pulls you against him. You sigh in content at your husband’s touches, tilting your head to the side to give Welt more access to press down more kisses on your bare neck.

“Your Majesty, are you there?” A voice was heard from behind Welt’s back and Welt just sighed in annoyance, his forehead on your shoulder when you giggled.

“Yes, I’m here.” You reply to your lady maid. “Where else would I be?” You tease her and she blushes. You fix the sleeve of your dress on your shoulder because Welt has decided to himself that ripping your gowns and sliding your dress sleeves off your shoulder is now a hobby of his. You still mourn the white dress from the day at the maze though it’s been repaired. Welt had been so rough, the sleeve was ripped apart to the point your seamstress thanked the aeon’s that the dress was just fine, had it been ripped apart a few more centimeters it’d been beyond repair.

The same day Welt had kissed you in a corner, dreadful news had reached the Astral Kingdom. The border had been breached by mara-struck enemies and reinforcements were needed. Welt can’t let his people fight and he himself just stands by.

“It is my duty to protect my people, I will go.” Is what Welt had said to his ministers at the emergency council meeting. The ministers can’t talk back to the king, even if their king's safety is foremost to them.

Not only was his people’s safety foremost to him, but his wife's safety as well. Welt have no idea what he would do if something were to happen to you.

It had been minutes between the council meeting to Welt putting on the the armour he needed and his Star of Eden. He was just done preparing himself when he felt your familiar hit his body and your arms wrapping around his body so tight.

“Please be safe.” You sniffled as you burrowed your face in his chest, gripping onto his armour which was pointless as it was of metal.

“If it means coming home to you at the end of the day, I will do everything to stay safe, my love.” You pulled your head away from his chest to look at your husband. Welt had a reassuring smile on his face and you felt yourself tear up even more. Despite such horrid news, your husband still reassures you as if he isn’t the one that’s gonna be on the battlefield.

“That wooden staff of yours better come to use, husband.” You retort back to him, despite still softly crying. Welt chuckles at your words as he cups your face with his hands.

“Black holes are of use, my love.” He grins as he presses a kiss on your lips. He pulled away but his head got quickly pulled down and you’re kissing him this time, while wishing he comes back to you safely.

And it’s been a dozen days, the palace is being run by you fully. Anything the king would do, has been handed to you temporarily until the kings return from the battle. His most trusted minister of the council, Danheng, joined as well and you could breathe some relief at thought.

Many nights have gone by, you miss the warmth of your Welt, his silly jokes and his embrace. You look longingly at his side of your shared bed. Always tucking his pillow in your embrace and burying your face in it in hope that his scent will still be there. You know he’s safe, by the occasional letters he has sent to you. He’s mentioned this is gonna be the first time he won’t be able to write you a letter every day, which you couldn't help but giggle when reading it. Welt is in a battlefield with enemies with a second chance at life and he’s worrying about his love letters to you.

It had been a morning of sunshine and duties to tend to, when the bell rang and that had you looking up from your stacks of papers and shoving back the chair you were sitting on. Welt is back.

Your lady maid was at your side immediately and the both of you immediately went to the massive palace doors to greet the king and the soldiers that joined him.

The palace staff was lined up, and the gates to the palace opened up and you see him. Sitting atop a horse was Welt. As you look closely despite tears welling up in your eyes, you see he’s covered in blood but he’s sitting upright. And he’s looking directly at you while smiling.

He’s safe.

Welt got off the horse’s back and when he was standing on the ground when closing in to the palace doors, he immediately leaped over to you. Big steps in a haste, not hearing the staff welcoming him back, he reached you in a few seconds and you wrapped your arms around his neck when he pulled you to him and lifted you above the ground.

“I’m home, my love.” Welt said as he hugged your body so tightly against him, his left hand holding the back of your neck and his right is wrapped around your waist. You nod your head, sniffling, tears falling down.

“Welcome home, Welt.” And he takes your lips in for a kiss, you swear you cried more for that. How you missed his lips on yours and to finally feel it again, the happiness was reaching the skies.

“And I’m also covered in blood.” Welt grins as he pulls away and you giggled softly, shaking your head.

“All that matters is that you’re back.”

The same day the king had returned, the palace turned into a mess like the day he had to leave. Welt can’t take a moment's peace to catch his breath. So many things needs to be tended to. His secretary Himeko had welcomed him back and then handed him papers. Danheng who had joined the group of reinforcements, gave him stacks of papers before hurrying off.

Welt sighs and goes to work on his paper, not noticing how the day outside gets darker. All he wants to do is finish the work and be with you. Though he is grateful you’re not with him at the moment, because if you were, he would get distracted and that means more papers to read and sign if he pushes it aside.

A little past midnight, Welt finishes all his paperwork and leans back in his chair in relief. Then he sniffs the air and realizes he hasn’t taken a bath ever since he came back. And you must be waiting too. He smiles at the thought and heads towards your shared suite.

One of Welt’s staff prepares a bath for him once he gets to the suite. A few moments later, Welt sinks into the bath and when he lets out a content sigh, the suite doors open and there is his darling wife.

“There you are.” Welt softly says and smiles at the sight of you. “Were you staying up waiting for me, my love?” He asks as he crosses his arms on the edge of the bathtub while leaning his chin on it and sees how you smile in the cute way of yours.

“Yes, but I did think to give you a visit but you’d get distracted.” And distracted is he now that he sees you unlace your gown. He misses the shy glance you send his way because he is so focused on the way your sleeves fall down your shoulder. Then the way your gown falls to the floor leaving you in your silk chemise and stockings that reach the middle of your thighs. Welt feels his body heating up for a completely different reason seeing you that way. His eyes flicker up to your face and you’re approaching him.

Welt tilts his head up and you’re gently holding his face in your hands. Then you crane your down to place a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away. You wanna spend more time with your husband, but he’s had a long dozen days and you don’t wanna take away the precious opportunity he has away from his duties. No matter how soft his lips look, the way his wet hair looks so good on him and you’re envious of the water droplets on his body.

“I’m gonna go to sleep, yeah? Don’t bathe too long.” You flash him a gentle smile and are about to walk away when Welt grabs you by the wrist and turns you around to face him. His hands are holding you by your hips, close to your backside. Welt nuzzles his face against your abdomen as his hands slips further down and touches the hem of your stockings.

“Join me, my love.” His brown eyes are peering up at you as he slips his fingers inside the hem of your stockings, before he decides to pull them down and grip the back of your thighs, making you softly gasp.

“Your husband has missed you a lot.” Welt mumbles as his left hand slides up your thigh to gently squeeze your ass, pulling you closer against his face. He inhales you through your chemise as his right hand slips beneath your chemise and touches your lace underwear.

“I’ve missed you so much. Your body against me, your scent, your sweet sounds. You, my love, is all I thought about as I fought these mara struck soldiers.” He tugs your lace underwear down and you grip onto his hair, his touches feeling so good and his words making your heart flutter. Your underwear falls on the floor and Welt pulls up your chemise revealing your bare lower body. He groans to himself before he rubs your bare cunt with his nose.

“You smell so good, I need a taste.”

Just a moment after, Welt sits upright and lifts you up by gripping onto your thighs, into the tub. Wordlessly he manages to lift your legs and place them over his shoulders. You yelped in surprise when he made both your legs dangle over his shoulders and the edge of the bathtub.

Your grip on his hair tightened and moans slipped past your mouth at the first lick to your clit. You try to rub your cunt over him but he already knew to do that. That’s why you’re up securely against his face because he’s holding onto your waist. His strength amazes and baffles you everytime.

Aeons, your taste.

The rich musky tang of your slick, left him ravenous and his eyes rolling back. Instinctively, his hips bucked against nothing but water, but as if he’s already thrusting his way into you. It only gets better and better the more he indulges, starving for more and more. The barest lick to your clit, your body twitches just like his cock. Your taste is a drug and he hopes to be forever addicted to it. Ragged moans slip out from his mouth against your sensitive skin. Slow licks turn into desperate and hungry faster laps against your cunt.

Your body twitches and you roll your hips against Welt’s face lightly, your upper body almost hovering over him and the grip of your thighs on his shoulder tight. Soft little whimpers escape your mouth at Welt’s ministrations on your slit, grunting and slurping as your slick smears all over his chin and mouth. His tongue slides up to your clit, his tongue flattening to lap at it with small licks, which sends ecstasy down your spine and your body twitching with every lap against your clit. A knot builds in your stomach when Welt starts to purse his lips to suck on your clit, your body jerks and you moan Welt’s name in stutters. Your thighs shudder, your grip on his hair tightening and the knot in your abdomen releases. Welt laps up your essence with a slurp and a satisfied groan.

“Welt—“ Said man sits up on his knees to lift you up and places you in front of him in the tub. And he takes your mouth for a sloppy kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Welt’s hands move all around your body, squeezing and grabbing whatever he laid his hands on. He groans when he realises your chemise is still on you and drags the silk material up and throws it away on the ground and presses his face on your chest, kissing and softly biting on the path of your cleavage to your tits. He kisses the meaty part of your tits before he sucks in your nipple, soft sounds leave your mouth and you press his face against your chest more and more.

“You’re making me insatiable, wife.” He groans against your tits before he looks up. With the way your body is pressed up against him, you’re starting to be more mindful of what your body is actually pressing up against. You can feel Welt, hard, against your stomach. So when your eyes meet his, Welt cups your face and rubs your cheeks.

“We will do it when you’re ready.” He softly tells you and your heart swells up in love for him. “I don’t want you too feel like you’re being forced into doing this.” He says with a kiss on your forehead.

“I am ready though, Welt. I’ve always been.” Your words made his eyes widen before they turned into that of an insatiable man. His left hand lowers down to your backside while his other hand takes his cock in his hand and lines it up to your entry.

Your heart stutters in nervousness, your body is full with anticipation and you grasp onto Welt’s shoulders. Just by the tip alone, a choked gasp leaves your lips and your grip on his shoulder tightens.

“You’ve got to relax, my love, or else it hurts.” Welt’s voice is gentle but there was a rough tone to it. He can’t help it, you’re aeons tight around him. He lowers you further down on his cock, that when he is all in you sag against his body. He hears sniffles and mumbles words of ‘too big’ against his neck. He could only coo softly at you while he softly stroked his hand up and down your back and rubbed soft circles on your ass with his other hand.

“You’re already doing so good, baby.” He presses kisses on your shoulder as he starts to gently massage your hips with both of his hands. You sigh in content at his massage, slowly but surely starting to get used to his size. You slightly rock your hips and a moan passes your lips. Welt softly groans as his hands trails down to your ass and helps you rock your hips in a back and forth motion. He feels your lips graze his neck as he feels your warm breath on his skin because of your sweet sounds.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Do you feel good?” Welt prods as his grip on your ass tightens and you whine at his strength. His hard grip feels so good at the same time as you feel his cock inside you, softly rocking back and forth. You nod your head at his question before you slide your hands down behind you and put them above his hands.

“I need more Welt, more.” You breathe out, trying to do something to amplify the sensation of him inside you fully, to feel more of that ecstasy running through your body. Your grasp on Welt hands tightens and you bounce a little, a breathy sound produces from your throat and Welt groans. You do it again, again and again until Welt does it himself by bucking his hips into you.

Water from the bathtub spills over the edge onto the floor by the thrusting, but it’s also a resistance to how hard Welt wants to pound into your cunt. So he stands up from the bathtub, irritated and with you in his arms and still lodged inside you. Your yelp from his movement turns into a moan when his walking makes his cock thrust into you a little.

Bodies still wet and your stockings seemingly still intact and also wet, Welt gets on the bed with your back against the mattress and pounds into you with a desperation of that of a man that’s yearned for his love for a millennia. You squeeze your thighs around his waist, taking in his thrusting like the good girl you are. Welt cranes down to your ear, whispering sweet words and praises while fucking you like a bunny in heat. His words are a contrast to his desperate thrusting.

Just in a second, he grabs your legs with a muffled curse, in a haste takes off your wet stockings and presses your legs against your chest and his hammering turns almost merciless. Your hands reach his back and you dig your fingers into his skin, mewls and Welt’s name falls from your mouth.

“I’m so close, darlin’.” You hear Welt’s words, low with a rough grunt. You nod your head, your hands slipping down to grasp onto his butt.

Welt’s thrusts gets faster and faster, until he pounds into you hard one last time with shuddering hips and fills your walls full of his cum. You joined him a moment after with twitching thighs and a shuddering moan.

His hold on your legs loosens by his side and his bare chest is on your bare one, your tits rubbing up against him. You whimper from the overstimulation as Welt pants against your neck. Catching his breath, he leans his upper body up, still lodged inside you and cups your face. He stroked your cheeks and you realise they’re wet from tears. He coos soft words to you, kissing away your tears.

“You did so good, baby, so good yeah?” He kisses your eyelids. “Such a good wife for me, taking my cum so well too.” This time, he says this with a hand between your abdomen. His praises are infinite, with kisses to your face, lips and shoulders until you whine from his body on yours. He clicks his lips, slightly shaking his head and that’s when you feel it. He’s still lodged inside and hard, you muffle a sound and pout and try to get away but it’s to no avail.

“You want me to waste all this cum, baby? You look so beautiful being filled by my cock and cum, I need to fill you up some more.” He says with that voice he uses when he praises you. So loving, so fond and sweet. You hate it, because no matter how overstimulated and overstuffed you feel, you want it.

“One more?” You peer your teary eyes up at your husband, he swipes his wet hair back and smiles at you. “One more, baby.” He presses a loving chaste kiss on your lips.

To think you’ve waited a little more than a year to have Welt like this is astounding. You didn’t know it was possible to show love to one another by being bare, feeling good together and giving each other pleasure.

Welt didn’t hesitate to thrust into you, this time with a gentler pace, your thighs were wrapped around his waist and your arms on the sheets by your head. Your hair is tousled and messy, but you look absolutely divine like this. Sweat on your skin, your breasts lightly bouncing along with Welt’s gentle thrusting and the way you let out such sweet sounds is everything to Welt.

Welt caresses your fine naked body, sliding his hands down the sides, cupping your breasts in his hands and tests out their weight and cranes his body down to press a loving kiss on each one of them, making you sigh and your arms coming around his neck. You pull him down for a kiss and he kisses you unhurriedly and lovingly. Then he lifts his upper body, your arms falling down on the sheets again and his eyes flicker down to where you’re connected and something shifts in him. The slight outline of his cock on your abdomen and the way you’re so stretched out as you take him with every thrust.

As if reflexively, his hips buck harder than intended, you grip onto the sheets with a soft gasp and it’s like he grew harder inside you. You place your hands on Welt’s chest and you feel his fast heartbeat through his skin. You mutter out his name and Welt shakes his head, grasps onto your hips and lifts your hips up and thrusts hard. His pace is so different from the first time. He feels almost animalistic. Your legs are on his shoulder as he hammers into you like a deprived man.

His grip on your hips tightens with every thrust, you’re so sure it’s gonna leave a mark. You don’t mind it, the mark is like possession and the result of his lovemaking. Your eyes flicker up to Welt’s face and he’s letting out sounds of pleasure, his face coated in heat and his hair sticking to his skin. He is so beautiful this way and he feels so good inside you. He makes you feel so good.

You feel his thrusts almost speeding up, so you reach your hands out and Welt immediately lowers his body to yours and you press him against the back of your thighs. Welt’s face is pressed against the crook of your neck. His hips shudder, you dig your fingers in the middle of his back and he spends his cum in you again as he lets out a soft groan against your neck.

It was a few more moments of Welt pressing up against your thighs before he leaned up to put your legs down from his shoulders. Then he cranes his face back down to press a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I love you.” He mumbles against your mouth, breathing softly and you hug his body, muttering the same words to him.

You feel him slip out from you and something wet is running down your thighs. You whine at the discomfort and lightly push Welt away. He looks at you a bit confused but moves regardless and kneels on the bed.

And when he sees his cum is slowly spilling out from where it’s supposed to be, he doesn’t hesitate to push it back inside your cunt with his thumb and he keeps his hand on your bare cunt. You softly moan at the sensation.

“Welt, no more.” You softly tell him, shaking your head. “I know, baby, but you look so beautiful with my cum inside you.” His words have you letting out soft moans again and you put your feet on the mattress and try to shield the view from Welt with your legs.

“Are you flustered now, my love?” His voice was soft but teasing. You pout and turn your head the other away.

When Welt retreats his hand from your cunt , he sees his cum spill out of you and he can feel himself starting to grow hard again. Then when he looks at your state, messy hair and sweaty naked body with a adorable defiant expression, he can’t bring himself fuck you again. That’s going against your words.

So he decides to lay down beside you on the bed and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest. You look up at him and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. It was a soft kiss, with you two lovingly caressing the other one’s body.

Welt pulls away and cups your face. He brushes his nose against yours and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Did you feel good?” His question was laced with nervousness and when he sees you smile up at him gently, nodding your head, he could feel pride surge inside of him. “Yes, did you?” You throw the question back to him, Welt chuckles.

“I want to make love to you everyday, silly. Of course I felt good.” Your body heats up even more at his words of making love everyday. So not only does Welt have immense strength, but stamina too. Speechless at his revelation, you press your face against his chest and Welt lightly laughs.

“Come on, my love, let’s take a bath and clean ourselves up.”

Welt watches you get up from the bed and he looks at the love marks on your chest, the way your face has a glowing look on it and when your eyes land on him, your shy smile makes him wanna bring you into his arms again, kiss you and make love to you everyday. Then you turn around, Welt almost dragged you back to him. Your naked body from behind is divine too. His eyes land on your waist and he sees a hint of a handprint on your skin and he does everything he can to hold his thoughts to himself.

He’s made you his in every way possible and he is gonna beg for the aeons to make sure you’re gonna be his in every lifetime.

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[aventurineswife]

Could I request Aventurine, Sunday, and Welt with a very nurturing and caring reader? She treats everyone nicely, bakes, and acts very motherly around younger folks and children.

Baking Sweetness, Healing Wounds

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Welt x Reader, Fluff & Soft Moments, Slow-Burn Romance (Implied), Comfort & Reassurance, Emotional Introspection, Established Relationship (Optional Interpretation), Mutual Care & Understanding, Small Domestic Moments.

Warnings: Mild Angst (Emotional Baggage, Trauma References), Mentions of Past Hardships (Survivor’s Guilt, Manipulation, Religious Trauma – Lightly Touched Upon), Touch-Starved Characters (?), Subtle Hints of Emotional Vulnerability & Coping Mechanisms, Sunday’s Internal Conflict with Trust & Care, Aventurine’s Fear of True Connection, Welt’s Habit of Prioritizing Others Over Himself.

Aventurine had seen all kinds of people in his time—sharks in tailored suits, gamblers clutching their last chips, desperate men who thought they could outwit fate. He knew how to read them, how to twist their expectations, how to control the game.

But you? You weren’t a player in the casino of life. You were something else entirely—a presence so warm, so effortless in your kindness, that it almost unsettled him.

Almost.

"Darling, you’re wasting your energy," Aventurine drawled, lounging at the counter as you set down a plate of freshly baked pastries. "Why bother making all this for people who’d probably trade their own grandmothers for a winning hand?"

You gave him a knowing smile, setting down a cup of tea beside his untouched dessert. "Because everyone deserves kindness. Even gamblers and scoundrels like you."

He chuckled, but his eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Careful, sweetheart. Someone might take advantage of that generosity."

"I trust my instincts," you replied lightly, nudging the plate toward him. "And my instincts tell me you could use a little sweetness in your life."

Aventurine hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t like sweets—he had a particular fondness for honeyed treats, though he never mentioned it aloud. It was the gesture itself that threw him off. People gave him things expecting something in return, but you? You weren’t expecting a thing.

For once, the odds were in his favor, and he didn’t have to play a single card.

"Fine, fine," he sighed, taking a delicate bite. His lips curled in satisfaction as the pastry melted on his tongue. "Alright, darling, you’ve officially bribed me. What’s your angle?"

You only laughed, ruffling his hair in a way no one had dared before. "No angle. Just take care of yourself, alright?"

Sunday had always carried the burdens of others. Even now, as a member of the Astral Express, he found himself watching over the crew, offering wisdom where he could, ensuring harmony where it faltered.

And maybe, just maybe, Aventurine would.

But then there was you.

You, who brought warmth into every room you entered. Who always remembered what kind of tea each crew member liked, who made sure the younger ones aboard the Express had scarves in the cold and full stomachs before bed.

"You should let yourself rest more," you murmured one evening, carefully adjusting the golden scarf draped around Sunday’s shoulders. "Even doves need a place to land, you know."

Sunday’s eyes studied you, their depths unreadable. "I am not sure I remember how," he admitted softly.

You smiled, offering him a plate of warm bread. "Then let me remind you."

Sunday hesitated, his fingers brushing yours as he accepted the food. He wasn’t accustomed to such care—not the kind that came with no strings attached, no expectations to fulfill. You gave freely, not out of duty, but because it was simply who you were.

A feathered wing behind his ear fluttered slightly, betraying his emotions. You noticed, of course. You always did.

"You’re allowed to be taken care of too, Sunday," you said gently. "You’ve spent so long looking after others. Let someone look after you."

Something in his expression softened, just slightly. "You truly believe in such a world?"

"I do," you answered. "And I believe you deserve it."

Welt was used to responsibility. He had been a leader, a protector, a teacher. Even aboard the Astral Express, he was the guiding hand, the one others sought for wisdom and direction.

And for the first time in a long while, Sunday allowed himself to believe it too.

But you were the one who reminded him that even leaders needed to be cared for.

"You're always looking after everyone else," you chided gently, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of him. "You should let someone return the favor."

Welt gave a quiet chuckle, adjusting his glasses. "Old habits die hard."

"Then I suppose I’ll just have to be stubborn," you replied with a warm smile.

Your presence was a quiet kind of reassurance, a steadiness that he found himself appreciating more than he cared to admit. He had faced crises that shook entire worlds, yet the simple act of having you set down a warm meal before him, insisting he rest, carried a weight of its own.

"You remind me of someone," he murmured after a moment.

You tilted your head. "Oh? A good memory, I hope."

Welt smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Yes. A very good one."

And as he sipped the tea, letting the warmth seep into his bones, he realized just how much he had come to rely on your presence.

For the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he had to carry everything alone.

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⋆.˚ ★—HSR characters + Quotes pt.3

Glad to see you're all enjoying these <3 !

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan heng, welt yang, yanqing, sampo, gepard, luocha x nb!reader

warnings: tooth rutting fluff, advised for u to read while sitting down or in private bc u might have a heart attack from how cute and chaotic this shit is, some angst might be sprinkled in just bc✨✨

notes: that moment when you have a super bad baby fever except the fever is towards cat rather than babies. genshin impact ver can be read here! part 2 with penacony men!

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

oh fuck

look at that floof

that absolute big soft floofball peacefully sleeping on top of your favorite black shirt. your shirt is ruined, massive amount of white fur stuck to the fabric and you’re late for work but at least you have a happily napping away cat

a siberian cat, me thinks. with that amount of fur and that large body, he’s gotta be a siberian cat

spoiled, smug peace of shit and he knows it. revels in that title even

dubbed as ‘the handsome cat’ by your friends, co-workers and neighbors alike, meow yuan is surprisingly and not so surprisingly incredibly popular amongst the ladies. whether it be because of his fur, his adorable meows, the red ribbon you tied around his neck as a makeshift collar or his way of charming the ladies with a gentle pawing to their hand and a smug “meowww”, you will never know

the biggest out of the cats. but is it his body that’s big or is it the rapunzel like long fur that he has. the world will sadly never know and neither will you

surprisingly chatty at times. but worryingly very eepy. an adult cat should sleep about 12-16 hours a day and yet you’re pretty sure meow yuan spends 25 hours of the day sleeping away under the sunlight

closest to little nyanqing. seems to think of the youngest kitten as his own as he’s seen grooming or simply looking out for the young kitten at times. also seems to be a bit closer to nyan heng and meowade but the latter tends to spend his time alone

an absolute smug spoiled prince and he owns to it. whether it be feigning hurt, crying out for your attention or downright plopping himself down on your keyboard, deleting your entire progress of work, the little shit knows how to be a headache

but it’s okay, you always forgive him because he allows you to smush your face into the fur of his belly when you’re stressed or squish his soft toe beans. meow yuan is let off the hook yet again…

occasionally, meow yuan reminds you of a lion. it maybe weird and completely out of the blue but with the way he grooms others, his fur, the absolute motor like loud purrs he emits or the sheer massive size and weight of him — yeah, you get the point

one time, you decided to spoil him by carrying him around in your arms like how you do with the other cats. the loud crack! noise and the fact that you couldn’t get up the next day should prove just how damn big he is

meow yuan was a worry wart the whole day. constantly meowing in your ears, purring softly, nuzzling your side. it almost seemed like he was trying to apologize for being this big. to which you easily let him off the hook of course. how could anyone ever say no to that big adorable yellow eyes?

art credit to cocoink🍁 on twt

a bit of a worrying case, meowade is

he doesn’t like socializing, the other cats nor does he get along with you either. the only ones he seem to at least tolerate were meow yuan and nyan heng alongside you

likes to spend his time all alone, cooped up inside some small confined space, above the cupboard or inside his own small room in the cat tree. also enjoys spending time in your room as well but only if the other cats aren’t there

flinches or freezes up whenever you touch him which is incredibly worrying and gut-wrenching. makes you hate however was his previous owner to have caused meowade to despise touches and affections

the first time you found him, bleeding and wet on the side of the road and tried to wrap your coat around him to take him to the vet, the little scraggly cat hissed and clawed and bit at you with great amount of hate despite literally bleeding out. thankfully, he seemed to understand you were no threat as he went limp in your coat, allowing you to get him to the vet

due to whatever his past experiences were, meowade hates being close to anyone. but at least he was slowly but surely opening up to the others and you

the first time the poor scraggly cat decided to bump his head to your hand, asking for pets, you cried tears of joy and relief. at least, you can offer him healing and comfort as you and the other cats stay there for him on his journey

the second biggest cat, bested by meow yuan himself. not as big as him but damn can this cat scare others. whether it be other cats, your friends who decided to visit or some random dog that you passed by as you take meowade out for a walk

seriously, the amount of times this cat wrestled against dogs bigger than himself gives you heart attacks. it’s a real wonder and a miracle you aren’t dead yet

british shorthair, me thinks. but the ones that grow to be a bit bigger than the others

has a bad habit of just… staring off into space, unblinking with those big round eyes at times. literally no thoughts in his brain. head empty, as he just… stares off into space

“oh, having another existential crisis again? mind if i join you today, meowade?”

“…”

“… meow”

and so, this weird ritual of the two of you sitting side by side, staring off into the distance, unblinking as the cup of coffee in your hand goes cold has become something special in you two’s bonding moment. oneself that meowade looks forward to each day

sometimes, he tends to chase after nyan heng around the house for whatever the reason. it leaves poor nyan heng shaking and hissing as the small black cat comes to you for help

not the chattiest of cats nor is he the most pickiest. quite docile despite his killer stare at times and you would even daresay, shy when it comes to affection

overall, a cute cat. the cute pathetic ones that you just can’t help but adore and love

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another docile cat!! perhaps even the most docile one!!!

at first, you were worried when taking him in because holy shit, where is his tail?! only after taking him to the vets did you finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief because nyan heng was a black manx breed of cat

lean, on the smaller side, an amazing hunter and a dutiful bug hunter in the house, nyan heng is a cute black manx who has a pretty green/grey eyes

an absolute sweetheart, always hoping to please you or help you out around the house as he helps to keep the other cats in line. except for meowade. he always finds himself having a hissing match with the black british shorthair or getting teased by the eepy meow yuan

closest to nyelt, as you had found the two cats together when you decided to take him in. almost seem to see nyelt as some sort of a father figure with how the little black manx constantly goes to the older one for advice or simply some help in grooming

has a cute simple, thread like thin black tie with a few charms around himself as a makeshift collar. he seems to like it despite the thread being a little bit too thin for cats’ comfort

seriously, what’s up with your cats and their desire to wear makeshift collars? makes you really consider if they are cats…

that aside, nyen heng also tends to be more active during nighttime. not the type that would take down things, destroy objects or cause ruckus and cause you jump out of the warm comfort of your bed. no, he just simply quietly trudges around the house, searching if he had truly hunted down every bugs and insects in the house

especially that spider

nyen heng hates to see you so scared over that cursed spider. so he makes it his life mission to rid the house of insects, more specifically, spiders!!

and damn is he absolutely devoted to his job because ever since you cried to your friend over the phone about the spider that you saw in your room, you never saw another spider ever again!

not the most chattiest nor is the most affectionate. he’s a mix of both but only when in privacy of you two or when he’s feeling particularly lonely

don’t get him wrong, the other cats are an amazing company but he just tends to seek out your attention and affection more y’know? there’s just something soothing about being by your side

seems to have some history with meow yuan and meowade. whether that be good with how friendly meow yuan is with nyan heng. or bad, with how meowade seems to want to take their play fighting to a whole next level

surprisingly, doesn’t like sunlight that much

most of the cats would follow the sunlight and it’s warmth and spend some time outside or on the window sill. but you can find the little black minx just chilling in one of the rooms of the cat tree of beside you, observing the other cats

nyen heng is an absolute sweetheart. the quiet type of sweetheart

the type of sweetheart that follows you around, hoping to help you out or simply offer a comforting presence. it’s the least he can do for you

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another sweetheart of a cat except nyelt makes himself and his presence known unlike nyan heng

possibly a havana brown breed with just how damn calm, peaceful, loving and loyal he is. especially with you. havana browns tend to attach themselves to only one person during their span of life, which sometimes can feel like nyelt is just a biiitttt clingy with you

was there with nyan heng when you took the two cats in and often times acts like a father figure to the cats of the house which is a huge help to your mental state. except for nyanqing. nyanqing only has one father figure and that’s meow yuan

but that was completely fine since nyelt still looks after the little energetic kitten. often times looking after the cream munchkin as he carries nyanqing around by his scruff

to which, nyan heng comes to you for affection and attention. if his father figure won’t give it, then you surely will!

likes to wear the black mini scarf like collar around his neck. often times seen curled up inside the mini scarf as he sleeps the day away like most cats do

can come of as quite chatty at times with how attentive and helpful nyelt is

oh your back feels stiff? he can sit on it and make biscuits (that cute moment when cats knead their paws?). meow yuan is out of option since he’s way too big and heavy and could potentially be the sole reason you break your back. literally

oh nyanqing is missing again? what do you mean he’s missing? he’s right there, hiding inside one of the rooms of the cat tree

nyan heng is being bullied by meowade again? you know nothing of the weight behind this powe—

yeah, you get it. kinda reminds you of a grandpa with how attentive he is and how he has a single streak of grey atop his head fur. which is absolutely adorable and one place that you adore smothering with kisses

nyelt doesn’t seem to mind the affection too as he simply sits there, purring away and basking in your affection. a very pliant cat

sometimes, something seems to weigh heavily on his and nyan heng’s minds with how they curl up together or look out the window, seemingly searching for something

at first when they did that, you thought some bird or a squirrel passed by the window. but if that was the case then every cats should by by the windowsill

yet only nyelt and nyan heng are

at first it worried you because what if they were having cat depression?! are you absolutely sure that you’re being a good cat owner, [name]?!

yeah, you had a lot of self doubt and depressive episodes due to the two cats

however you finally figured out the case when one day, one of your co-workers suggested a play date with her own cats. saying that sometimes, cats need to see new faces to experience some relief from their everyday tasks or ways of living

the date was agreed upon and your co-worker decided to bring over a few of her cats

the immediate second the pretty red furred maine coon, pink-ish scottish fold and the grey striped scottish fold stepped out of the cat bag, nyelt and nyan heng seem to brighten immediately as they fucking dash towards the three cats

turns out the five of them seemed to have been close before they got separated and the two male cats found their way in your home

at least your cats were happy yet again. which made you happy in turn too

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

awwwwwww

everyone's reactions when you first introduce them to nyanqing. and honestly, you can't blame them because look at that cute little cream munchkin pitter pattering his way over here!!!

as stated above, a cute little cream colored munchkin

super adorable

tiny

a tiny baby

"hang on, i'm gonna have an abnormal increase in my sugar intake simply because nyanqing is just too damn adorable to not to do that" - you on a daily basis while calling your best friend and honestly? your bestie's starting to get a bit sick of your constant fawning over your cats

that is until you bestie decides to come over for a visit to drop off some meds for you (during the infamous 'trying to lift meow yuan and almost breaking your spinal cord' day), your bestie dropped down to the floor, unresponsive the moment you called over nyanqing to introduce him to your bestie

yeah... since then the two of you constantly fawn over the little munchkin while trying not to die of a cuteness overload

but it's completely fine and understandable even as you two get the nth heart attack this day simply because nyanqing was... well, nyanqing himself!

an adorable little pliant baby who loves nothing more than sleeping, playing around with meow yuan, you and sprinkles of mischief sometimes

is the closest to meow yuan and can be found with the large siberian cat whenever you can't find him. often times, you would have to move meow yuan over to check each and every nook and cranny around the large siberian cat just so you can get a glimpse of the small munchkin and let out a sigh of relief

at times, the eepy meow yuan tends to curl up with the tiny nyanqing buttttt due to how much of a heavy sleeper the larger cat is, nyanqing almost gets crushed under the much larger cat

yet he somehow is still alive and well and completely okay???? like what????????

still doesn't relieve your heart no matter how many times you find the tiny munchkin under the large siberian cat

is a little bit mischievous at times with how he lovingly bothers nyan heng. trailing after the black minx all the while meowing his ears off about something. the same can be applied to nyelt as well but nyelt tends to patiently converse with the small munchkin unlike nyan heng who wishes to avoid him at most times, preferring his lone and private time

seem to have some sort of an ongoing hidden agenda against meowade and luonya. the former black can cat be found bullying the small munchkin until either the other cats step in or you. as for the latter? no one knows. somehow, nyanqing always ends up getting into a defensive position whenever luonya comes into his field of vision

one time you even found nyanqing hisses at meowade with meow yuan behind the tiny kitten's back. you had to put the three of them into time out and give meowade a scolding

what about scolding nyanqing you say? well

“this is the last time i’ll let you off the hook, nyan-nyan. if i find you stirring up trouble again”

yeah… when are you ever going to stop letting your cats off of the hook [name]?

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

…

“you sure this is a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover?”

“yes, it is indeed a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover. i’m guessing it’s a somali cat though it could be mixed breed with another different cat breed as well”

“you sure…?”

“please get out, and allow the others to show their pets”

yeah… the local vet is familiar with you and your many different cats. not to mention the amount of times you asked if meowpo was truly a cat and not a fox undercover because damn, is this cat fucking mischievous

an absolute fucking menace and i cannot stress this enough, god

the type of cat who would keep a straight eye contact with you as his soft squishy paw slowly pushes a cup full of your coffee towards the edge of the surface all the while keeping the :3 face

oh you thought meow yuan was bad and mischievous? you immediately took back your words the second you adopted meowpo

that’s how damn bad this little cat is

you know those moments that you have like,,, a cute aggression? but instead of smothering the cat with kisses and hugs and cuddles, you end up lovingly bullying the cat? yeah. that’s your eternal cycle with meowpo

“you stupid—“ kiss “—fucking” kiss “—cat!” kiss “when the fuck—“ kiss “—and where the fuck” kiss “—did you came from” kiss “—to make me suffer, huh?”

a never ending cycle and meowpo fucking revels in the sheer amount of times he can make you have lovingly bullying cute aggression moments

seems to have some sort of a rivalry with nyepard and surprisingly meow yuan

nyepard was completely understood and truthfully, you saw it coming. nyepard is a rule follower and an enforcer through and through meanwhile meowpo is a rule breaker

so imagine your surprise when you come back home one day to see meow yuan glaring at meowpo from his windowsill

“meow yuan, what’s gotten into you? why are you bullying meowpo?”

“mrreow!” oh meow yuan sounded a bit angry. which only served to double your shock since meow yuan is a very gentle cat despite his large size. gentle, affectionate, chatty, friendly and a bit mischievous at times but never hostile or mean

“mrreeeooww!” meowpo seems to complain as he makes his way over to hide behind your leg. he seems to be shaking or even afraid of the larger cat

to which, you immediately coddled and soothed meowpo over and scolded meow yuan afterwards. all the while meowpo gives meow yuan a knowing smug look

yeaaahhh… these idiots are fighting for your attention and affection

if meowpo isn’t somewhere inside the house, creating chaos and getting scolded by the other cats then you can definitely find him by asking a help from nyepard. nyeppie would dutifully carry out his duties and rat meowpo out in record time

but he isn’t always so mean or mischievous. the times where you fall sick and is having a hard time trying to breathe through your nostrils, meowpo is the one who takes care of the other cats’ bowls of food and water

it was a way of him hoping to help you out the tiniest bit as you lay bedridden

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

nyepard, the most… dog-like cat you would ever meet. but also a cheetah-like as well????

it’s hard to explain since nyeppie has spotted fur and the black smokey eye that cheetahs have and not to mention his large yet lean physique as well

the second largest. whereas meowade is also the second biggest due to his length, neppie is the second biggest due to being a bit on the… buffer? side

seriously, you were worried for a few days when nyepard kept growing and growing, showing absolutely no sign of stopping his growth spurt

thankfully, he isn’t as big as meow yuan

you don’t wanna live with the embarrassment of getting dragged down the street by another big ass cat chasing after a random pretty leaf they saw. nope. you can’t deal with the embarrassment and shame

and yes, you did dragged down the street when taking meow yuan out on a walk before but that is a story and second hand embarrassment for another time

another sweetheart despite his size

very doting, gentle, very shy when it comes to affections but still asks for them anyways because it’s you

the first time you took nyepard for his vet vaccinations, the veterinarian looked at you dead in the eyes as if saying “bestie, what the fuck?”

of course you would get weird stares whenever you take the big cat out for a walk. he’s as big as a doberman dog and the dotted furs of his doesn’t exactly help to direct attention away from yourself

but the sheer amount of power you feel when walking down the street with both meow yuan and nyepard by your two sides is fucking addicting

one cat that closely resembles a lion and another that looks like a cheetah. at least you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you have two scary cats privilege

scary dog privilege? [name] only knows and experiences scary cats privilege. at times it's adorable but also threatening as well because your bestie and some close co-workers know just how devoted and loyal your cats are towards you

nyeppie is the most loyal of them all. or at least, one who is willing to show it at each minute of the day with how dutifully he chases after insects with nyan heng, scolds meowpo or just is there to be your emotional support

by being your emotional support, nyeppie meant being there sitting beside your computer as you diligently types away at a work report and not to be your cuddle victim!!!! no, no no no, no no, you're not squishing his paws as you take him away in your arms to cuddle on the bed!! you always end up falling asleep!!!! what do you mean by it's completely fine that you have saved up the progress and the deadline isn't close yet?! the deadline is before midnight!!!

sigh...

if only cats could sigh heavily and smack his face with his palm as he watches you scamper about, trying to wake yourself up as you realize that you did ended up napping the day away with nyeppie in your arms

well, at least you managed to send the report in at time. by 'at time' you and him both meant at least 2 minutes before the deadline closed up

nyepard guesses you can cuddle with him this time since you managed to finish the report within a record time of 47 minutes

art credit to mm_mako22 on danbooru!

luonya is probably the most weirdest cat you ever had the pleasure of adopting. and that was saying something because you're pretty sure you live with a long lost lion and a cheetah and a fox cats!!!!

and he's just a simple, silly, lovely cream colored turkish angora!!!!!

ah, whatever. you guess its just life's way of dealing you karma by making you live with a bit quirky 8 cats

jokes and a lot of conspiracy theories pushed aside for now, time to focus on the present AKA 'the pretty cat'

oh yes, while meow yuan was getting dubbed as 'the handsome cat' by almost everyone who meets him, luonya was rightfully dubbed as 'the pretty cat'

at this point, you're damn sure that your friends and co-workers come around only to coo over your cats and to spoil them rather than spending time with you... understandable, because you too would do the same without a single ounce of shame and you absolutely mean every damn word

one time, just for shits and giggles and a bunch of pictures to take of your latest cat, you signed him up for a cat beauty pageant

it was only for shits and giggles and a reason to snap pictures of luonya in a pretty cat costumes and stuff, you swear!! so imagine your surprise and how far down your jaw went slack when the host announced your cat, luonya as the cat beauty pageant winner!!!

yeah...

it was a chaotic thing to happen truly and the small glares and backhanded compliments the other cat parents were giving you was making you break out in cold sweat. at least, you have your pretty cat with you to soothe yourself a bit

and a nice whopping 300K dollars as the victor money!!!! damn, you're rich as shit now

not for too long since that money is gonna fly away in the wind due to the fact that you adopted a literal 7 cats and a kitten

worth it, you cry internally as you pay for the 50 kilograms of cat food all the while luonya gently meows at you as in a way of saying "hurry up, dear. we still have to pick up the wet food and the snacks too"

hhhh yeah

this cream colored turkish angora of yours is absolutely drop dead gorgeous yet at the same time he also has a very large secretive look on his face. there's just something about the way that luonya just acts, always sitting atop a high place in the house, as he just stares into the souls of everyone within the room

weirdly smells like either flowers or of medicine and pills and there's absolutely no in between. it's either giving lilies or pills but either way, your cat is a girlboss and he seems to know it as well

not entirely affectionate like meow yuan or meowpo but he is also not too talkative either. a bit of something in between along the lines

is affectionate and talkative at times but prefer it if you would be asleep or when its just you two when he finally decides to curl up on your lap

overall, luonya is a very gentle yet also a very suspicious cat but is oki, he girlboss and he knows what he wants and needs with how he sometimes fakes choking noises to make you get up in light speed

[palytv]

WELT + CatHybrid!Reader (SMUT)

Tw : +18, fem!reader, reader is not trailblazer, explicit, power imbalance, dom!welt, sub!reader, age gap? (welt is very old but reader is of age), animal features (reader), fingering (fem! receiving), daryphilia kinda?, praise kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks), breeding talk, established relationship, jealousy (male), marking, mating press, not proofread (hope i'm not missing anything)

5k words

Life as a Nameless wasn't always easy.

Who would have guessed that this planet prohibits your species? That's discriminatory! Truly!

This planet had the best, the biggest, the most impressive amusement park there is! The downside… It seems like their population appears to have descended from a very deeply rooted race of fishes… Hence why any kind of felines or predators are prohibited from visiting.

But no way you'd miss out on that opportunity, it'd be cruel to keep you away from this planet! No way!

You stubbornly stepped in.

Welt was skeptical. For starters, he was the one who had to manage your boundless energy, and the mood swings that came along. The thought of bringing you along felt wrong. He knew best, and at that moment he highly doubted you'd be suitable for the trip.

When you became part of the Nameless, he naturally assumed the role of caretaker, taking responsibility for the slip-ups and mistakes you made along the way. This role proved itself to be so challenging that no one actually fought for it…

The man was naturally poised, calm, and perhaps the only one capable of managing you and your frequent outbursts. You were almost forbidden to leave his side.

As much as everyone appreciated you, they were well aware that your curiosity brought a lot of baggage and a fair share of risks… Just stay glued to Welt and you'll be able to go on adventures! They said.

But at this moment, you are actively defending your case against a very much tired Welt and a concerned Himeko.

"I swear I'll behave!" The talk had been ongoing for hours now, putting you on edge and making your tone sound whinier than you intended.

"Wether you behave or not is not the issue. We're supposed to remain unnoticed for the entire trip, your ears and tail will alert them." The fact that Welt was so adamant about this only intensified your emotions, and a swell of sadness formed itself in your now tight throat.

"I'm telling you, I can hide them - Look!" Welt noticed that you were becoming upset and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't break his heart. His gaze softened at the sight of you, scrambling around to painfully tuck the length of your tail around your waist.

You winced at the sting but continued, to make your point, ears now bent down to blend in with the locks of your hair.

"See!" You proudly stated, puffing out your chest and searching for their gaze, hoping for any sign that might give you the green light.

A fourth voice emerged. "We could use a hat and secure her tail with a rubber band." The voice of Dan Heng made your heart leap in surprise; he had joined the conversation unbeknownst to everyone. He walked to your side and silently offered his support by standing next to you.

Welt frowned. The flicker of discontent crossing his face as he shifted, shoving his soft gaze away. "We appreciate your input, Dan Heng, but-" Dan Heng interrupted, "I wouldn't mind keeping an eye on her." It was unexpected, really. Until now, you had always felt that Dan Heng found your energy bothersome and exhausting. So you always made sure to maintain a safe distance. But now? Perhaps he liked you after all?

Your eyes prickled at the unexpected defense, finally having an ally after enduring two agonizing hours of fighting alone. Relief washed over your tense body.

But that wasn't the case for Welt, and he felt compelled to express his displeasure. His arms went up, crossing them above his chest and regarded the two youngsters like some kind of disapproving father figure. "You'd do that." He spat more harshly than he intended, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm that everyone noticed except you.

Himeko sensed that the situation was worsening.

She had graciously backed Welt up for this occasion, knowing that he often struggled to refuse your whims, especially when you were determined to pursue something. However, she never anticipated that it would lead to this, and she was already nearing her limits. Her long sigh captured everyone's attention, finally breaking the awkward standoff of glances.

"We can't really stop her from going." Her resolve had weakened as she casts a weary glance at Welt, a silent apology. "So it's settled. Thank you, Dan Heng, for stepping up. As for you, troublesome kitty, I'd love for you to stay by his side throughout the journey." Your triumphant yell of victory made everyone wince, except Welt who just looked utterly appalled by this outcome.

"And now, I'll draw myself a bath. Forget I exist unless you're in danger or something." She breathed out, but not without a hint of amusement in her voice as she promptly left the premises. The conversation had taken a toll on her, especially after witnessing your desperation and misery for so long. It was nice to see you smile again.

"Thank you! And thank you - thank you Dan Heng! I'll be good, I'll behave, and stay put the whoooole trip!" Your face beamed with a bright grin as you hugged the latters arm, squeezing it just to show how much it meant to you. He merely offered a subtle smile, allowing you to enjoy your moment of joy in silence.

"So it's settled." The sharpness of Welt's voice caught your attention as he repeated Himeko's words, and this time you noticed the acute tone. You opened your mouth to speak but he didn't allow you, walking away from the conversation.

Dan Heng noticed how your ears flattened, resembling a poor kicked puppy.

"Let's find a hat that fits you."

-

Of course, Himeko wasn't going to have her peaceful evening. What did she expect?

She had just started to dry her hair when the door emitted that dreadful sound; knocking. Only one person would be petty enough to voice their thoughts, so she simply unlocked the door and returned to her nightly routine.

"Thank you for having me," Welt said as he stepped inside, ensuring he closed the door behind him. He still maintained his usual politeness, though she couldn't help but notice the way his jaw clenched.

"I thought we both knew the issue wasn't about whether she has supervision or not." here it comes. She swallowed her sigh, fully aware that it was most definitely her fault this time. "She just looked so disappointed… and Dan Heng offered to take charge her; how was I supposed to say no? Besides, won't it be nice for once not to worry about what she might do?" It was a feeble attempt to divert attention away from the real issue. Really.

"What I worry about shouldn't be anyone's concern but mine. Plus, I don't recall ever complaining about taking on that role." His tone was unforgiving, punctuating his words with a disapproving wave of his hand. "You didn't. But-"

"No. What you said earlier was unnecessary, that's everything I intended to say. I apologize for the late inconvenience. Enjoy your rest." It was evident that he had no intention of hearing Himeko's explanation. He simply wanted to make his point, and that was the end of it. With that, he left Himeko's bedroom.

She crossed one leg over the other, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she focused her gaze on the now-closed door. "Isn't he too old for this?"

-

Welt was being petty, not even acknowledging the adorable hat you had spent so much time selecting, carefully chosen just for him.

Why did he act so distant? So… cold? Surely, it was your fault. You had gone against his better judgment, stubbornly following your own little whims. Were you truly that ungrateful after everything he had done for you?

To the nights when he fulfilled the needs of your body? When he used his hands to evoke such beautiful tears from you…?

You stepped off the train with a heavy heart, watching the source of your anguish leaving in company of the Trailblazer and March. You felt torn as the three of them investigated the planet while you went "scouting" the very important amusement park with Dan Heng.

Very important.

But each time you entered an attraction, your mind wandred, your expression fell with sorrow. You even won the claw game for the first time! But no… now you were being rude to Dan Heng! You couldn't do anything right!

Welt was right. Welt was always right.

Now you felt silly. And guilty.

Suddenly, an ice cream cone was thrust against your face, the cold treat making contact with your downturned lips. Dan Heng redirected your attention back to him, gaze searching for yours with concern. "Here. Take it," he urged, nudging it closer.

"M'thank you! Didn't you take one for yourself?" He shrugged.

"Not much of a sweet tooth." This time it was your turn to shrug, returning your attention to the icy treat.

It did help brighten your mood - a win for Dan Heng. What you didn't know was that he always rooted for you, at least in the shadows. He found your energy endearing in a way, especially when you beamed like this.

You actually hadspent a wonderful time in his company! You even managed to forget the little weep from this morning.

But the day took a toll on your body; your ears strained under the small hat you wore, and your tail? Numb. You even had to hide in the restroom a few times to allow your blood to flow- a small price to pay for amusement.

-

You'd think.

You sheepishly hoped that returning home and finally releasing them would bring relief, but that wasn't the case- far from it. Hours spent in that awkward position made it so incredibly difficult to relax them, it hurt so much to pull your tail back into place.

But your ears might've been the worst; you actually had to keep them in the same position because of how painful it was to move them. You huffed in front of the mirror, watching and definitely feeling them tremble.

So, you brought yourself where you always found your solace, the only place you could think of whenever something happened. But you stopped, doubt plaguing your thoughts like a disease. Maybe he didn't want to see you… Thus you stood right in front of his door, your eyes on your shoes as you pondered wether to knock or leave. He looked definitively bitter this morning…

Weeping in front of his door wouldn't help; you needed to apologize first and make amends. "Welt?… You… You're sleeping? Maybe?…" You whispered through the door, anxiety gnawing at your stomach as you waited for some kind of response.

"Enter." Oh.

So you did, but not before taking a long, deep breath.

His room was nearly engulfed in darkness, save for the small lamp on the nightstand, its dim light revealing his presence. Welt sat on an armchair positioned not far from the bed, a book in hand and his temple resting on his fist. The glance he cast your way was fleeting, as if it was mere politeness that compelled him to look up.

"What is it?" Oh, right. You hadn't relized hat you were simply standing in front of his door, silent for a few seconds. However, you noted the sharpness of his words and the indifference he displayed.

"I-It hurts… 'hurts a lot," you whined out. Of course, you whined; how could you not? Your ears throbbed, your tail ached, your stomach churned and your heart felt heavy. Nothing was going well! You knew that Welt could comfort you- he always did…

But maybe this time he wouldn't…

Welt snapped his book shut and set it aside on the nightstand as he pulled himself up. "Where? Tell me." Finally. Finally you detected a hint of warmth in his words, and your eyes watered from the overwhelming day you had.

"My ears…" you croaked out, eyes cast down in shame. He had noticed how your ears were strained at the top of your head, forced down in such an unnatural position. A long sigh escaped his lips at the sight of your poor condition. Why hadn't you listened to him?

He sat down on the edge of the bed, parting his thighs to show a spot you were all too familiar with. His hand brushed against yours, gently pulling closer to the bed's frame. "Sit."

And you thanked all the Aeons you knew of, hurrying yourself between his legs. Welt wasted no time cradling your oh so fragile body against his chest, guiding your limbs to his heart's content. You most certainly allowed him to do so.

He slid his right arm under your knees, lifting your body to drape your legs over his thigh and position you sideways against him. You nestled your cheeks right under his collarbone, pressing your body against his to absorb his warmth.

This angle provided him with a better view of your ears while a low hum reverberated, displeased. But he could feel your body shrink in on itself, anyone could see how miserable you looked at first glance. He'd be a monster to lecture you…

So he gently pressed his lips against your flattened ear, closing his eyes as he did so. The contact made you jolt in his grasp, a sad hiccup that broke his heart. Welt's arm was splayed across your back, his hand resting on your hip while the other cradled the side of your face. Just like the perfect caretaker he is, the man began to pepper your furry ears with soft kisses.

You exhaled, finally feeling your body relax under his care. It was everything you wanted and needed- immersed in the scent of his cologne, cradled against his chest, and pampered.

"I heard you behaved today. Is that true? You didn't throw any fits… Kept your poor ears hidden…" The last sentence carried a hint of resentment, but it was meant only for him to hear. The hand that cradled your face slowly moved up, fingers ever so gently massaging the base of your ears to alleviate the ache.

"Mhm" The only reponse you offered was a soft hum of approval, as you didn't trust yourself to speak aloud. Because, oh my, did you felt as if you were on cloud nine; the sound of his pecks sent a much-needed jolt of adrenaline across your body.

And Welt? He was just so proud of you that he almost forgot yesterday's tantrum. Almost. But you would later find out he didn't.

Right now, he wanted to take care of his beautiful cat. His oh-so-pretty kitty… That hat you wore didn't make you any grace, did you think he'd be happy to see your little ears all bent under this thing?

And your tail… what were you thinking?

He took a long, deep breath against your furry ears- a sigh you might say. You felt the comfort of his hand leaving its previous position, causing you o whine at the loss. But then, he brought it down to the very base of your tail. Unfortunately, it was still sadly locked around your waist; he couldn't have that.

This time, it did hurt. He started by pressing his palm against the upper base, moving in a circular motion as to relax the muscles. A sharp whine escaped your lips, which he quickly silenced with a shush.

"You can handle it. It won't hurt for long, I promise. You can be good for me, right?" he cooed in a soft whisper, careful not to hurt your ears. However, at your lack of response, he emphasized his words with a low hum. You immediatly understood, having been taught so well by him. So, you gave the best nod you could manage, which was merely a shift.

He understood, but that was not what he wanted. "Words." he warned, though his tone wasn't unkind.

"Yes…" You huffed.

Satisfied, he returned to the top of your head, kissing your sore ears and burying his nose in the softness of your hair. The distraction helped you forget the painful massage he was giving, his fingers dug into each side of your tail.

Soon enough, his administration turned successful as you finally rewarded him with the whines he desperately needed to hear. Your entire body shivered, and your hands sought refuge between your thighs to warm them up- something he noticed.

"Does it feels better now?" He shifted down to hover above your face, searching or your eyes for to gauge your reaction. But, they were closed; he could feel you beginning to doze off. "Way better, thank you…" You would've slept in his arms if it weren't for his hand traveling up to gently cup the delicate side of your neck.

His thumb gently nudged the edge of your jaw, lifting it upwards.

It was then that you felt the soft press of his lips against your own- a tender peck. He pulled away for a fleeting moment, angling his head to return for more. The sound of your kisses echoed in the dimly lit room, and your soft moan allowed him to slide the tip of his tongue in.

So, of course, you welcomed him in, meeting the wet appendage with an open-mouthed kiss, heavy with emotion. Unable to focus on anything else, you let your body relax in his arms, melting like a sad ice cream in the middle of summer. But he grounded you; he Always did, pressing you further against his chest to keep this pretty mouth of yours on him.

He could hear your whines grow more intense as he finally understood what you were doing with your hips. His eyes narrowed, focused on the sight of your hips jolting as you humped your own hands with indecency.

Poor thing… You felt the corners of his lips lift, until you could feel it no longer. Welt had pulled away to get a good look at your state, face flushed, eyes hazy with dire need. Your ragged breaths were particularly enticing, a true fest for the eyes.

Just for him, though.

Not Dan Heng.

No one else.

He was truly a petty man.

He grazed the back of his fingers down your arms, savoring the way your skin shivered under his touch. But, Welt paused at the apex of your wrists, making a silent request. You complied, driven by a desperate need. Slipping your hands out from the confines of your thighs.

The palm of his hand supported your back as he slid his other arm under your legs, motioning for you to sit in front of him. The width of his chest enveloped you like a soft blanket, almost missing the way his hands gripped the fat of your thighs.

His thumb kneaded your inner thigh and slowly glided down to your knees. Your sad whine made him chuckle, but he quickly showed you what he meant by hiking up your skirt at the sides. His fingers swiftly found the straps of your panties, pulling the elastic down along your thighs.

Such a pretty sound escaped your lips, a choked gasp, reminiscent of a whisper. Yet, it was a sound he undoubtedly heard. After sliding the garnment past your feet, he moved to grasp the back of your knees. You watched in awe as he lifted your legs, parting them on either side of his lap.

He felt your ears twitch against his chin, distressed by the cold wind blowing against your burning core.

Finally.

The tips of his fingers met the poor state of your slit, covered with a thick layer of slick. You exhaled deeply, leaning against his chest with anguish.

He traced up and down, burying his fingers in the fat of your bottom lips so painfully slowly. Slick used to coat the outside of your cunt, spreading it evenly all over before he reached up to tease that throbbing clit.

You felt him slide his other hand down, warming his digits with that expensive arousal he craved to taste. But not once did he stop circling your bud, not even when he had carefully slid one finger in that tight hole of yours.

The pace was agonizingly slow. His middle finger was knuckles deep inside, but it was almost as if he just wanted to dip it- in and out.

Oh, he knew it wasn't enough. Of course he did. That poor pussy of yours had no secrets for him.

But you didn't have the guts to beg for more, not after today's events. You'd obediently wait for him to act…

"Do you want my fingers to work you open?… Or do you want it to stretch?" His voice was as low as a purr, whispering to your sensitive ears. It was almost funny how he assumed you wouldn't painfully stretch anyway. How could you not? Especially when you could feel the outline of his length angrily burying itself in the fat of your thigh.

But as the sweetest gentleman he was, he asked, knowing that sometimes you liked to feel that tinge of pain- or sometimes not. It was always up to you, always about you first.

"Stretch…" But this time, his kitty wanted it to sting. Did you think you deserved some kind of punishment for going against his word? How precious.

He hummed in aknowledgement, slipping his finger out to circle that tender entrance of yours. "How? On your back? Face down? In my arms maybe? Tell me." You couldn't help but feel like he purposely made you long for it, the very tip of his finger tapped impatiently on your fluttering hole.

"A very mean mating press…" You mumbled with a pout, thighs flexing at each agonizing touch. He merely chuckled, the low rumble resonating within your head. "A very mean mating press you say?" He repeated with amusement, clearly taken aback by that filthy choice of words. You only nodded, watching his hand throw two curt slaps against your cunt.

You yelped when his hands went under your armpits, lifting you up from his lap to place you down on the bed. Your body was burning with need. You tried to reach up around his neck to bring him closer. He didn't oblige, but he did grab your wrists to kiss the palm of each hands.

Patience.

He tucked one of his pillow under your lowerwaist, guiding your hips up in a more comfortable position. The next part was your hair that he carefully untucked from your back, sliding it to your side with great care. Oh how you loved when he'd treat you like a princess, making sure to meet your every needs.

He unzipped himself with one hand, face dipping down in the crook of your neck to mouth at your pulse. His other hand switfly unbuttoned your blouse, popping one after the other until he was met with your cute bra. He littered your burning skin with kisses, crashing marks after marks.

He worked you out of those layers, allowing your supple breasts to pool freely out of its cage. You caught his gaze stopping on them for a fleeting second, right before he dipped down to place two tender kiss on each one.

Finally. Finally you felt the outline of his length bury itself inbetween your pussy lips, coating his underside with your arousal. But that's all he did, sliding it up and down, occasionnaly slapping it against your clit. You huffed out, a croaked moan testifying of your growing frustration.

"No condoms?" He asked.

Oh.

Now you knew he was messing with you! Not once did he not go raw Inside that precious cunt. Ever since he took that sweet virginity of yours. You cried to have your first without this layer that separated you both…

You puffed. A very frustrated frown appeared on your face at how he feigned innocence.

"Oh, but sweetheart… isn't it Dangerous? I'm not sure I'll be able to pull out once I'm inside…" the corner of his lips rose up in delight upon seeing you pout. "'Don't want you to pull out!" you cried out. You knew you were being toyed with, but it was the only way to get what you so much needed, by begging.

"Then… what should we do if it takes…? Tell me…" his tone grew heavier as he motionned your legs on his shoulders. "You did ask a mating press afterall…" he added in faux-concern. Welt was playing with you, and you knew he did. But you were too desperate to call him out, especially not when that very thought crossed your mind more than once.

The thrill of ending up with a swollen belly was such a dangerous thought. Oh, but it sounded so nice right now.

You couldn't form a coherent thought, mind in a haze, words caught up in your throat. So you just sobbed your heart out, it began with short sniffles until fat tears fell down your flushed cheeks.

Maybe be went too far… So he shushed your cries, bringing his face down to kiss those pretty tears of yours. "Here… see? It's going in, look." He hushered you and as promised you felt the very fat of his tip probe at your throbbing entrance. His hand caught your jaw, guiding it downwards to make you look at how his length worked its way inside.

You huffed, choking a moan out of your trembling lips as you finally felt his thickness. Even with that heavy amount of slick, his cock still felt impossible to take, bruising your walls. He merely had a few inches inside but his hips began a slow pace. He pushed a little bit more inside each time he pulled back, just to make sure it wasn't too much at once.

"Look at how well you're taking it… Just a few more inches, can you do that for me?" He gently asked- since he could feel that you were beginning to drift away. You felt the tip of his nose nudge at your wet cheek, seeking a response. But when he felt your soft hands around his neck, he exhaled.

Truth to be told, he was also reaching his limits. So he buried the remaining inches in one powerful thrust, finally fully pressing his body down. Your tail had naturally curled itself around his thigh, urging him further.

He opened the ceremony with a bruising pace, pulling out ever so gently just to harshly slam back down. It caught the wind in your lungs, brain turning into a pudgy state. Your eyes were glued together, so focused on the sensation of finally being full.

But Welt was having none of that. "Eyes." He warned.

It took you a few seconds to register. It forced Welt to bury himself to the hilt and painfully stop.

It brought your attention back on him instantly, watery eyes fluttering open to meet his heated gaze. The strands of his hair trickled down the sides of your face, eyebrows frowned as he carefully watched you oblige.

"Better. So pretty." The praise went straight to your head. But you still struggled to keep your eyes open, feeling them flutter at each thrust.

"'I'll go a little faster now, alright?" You hastly nodded, but didn't expect the instant shift of pace. Welt had pressed himself further down to get that perfect angle, allowing him to directly plow back without leaving an inch.

Now it was getting harder and harder to comply with his command. But he did take pity on you, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. That allowed you to finally roll your eyes to the back of your head. Finally focusing on how the tip of his cock kept kissing the spongy wall of your cervix. He reached way too far but you loved every second of it.

You couldn't even voice out your orgasm, in fact, you hadn't even realize it was coming until it arrived. Your whole body tensed up Under his unforgiving pounding, your trembling fingers gripped his shoulders for dear life. And you swore you almost came again upon hearing the low groan he emitted- as he felt your tender and battered pussy clench down like a vice.

The feeling was addictive, Fucking you through your orgasm was maybe one of the best thing there was on earth. Truly. How your body struggled to adapt, spasming at each thrusts, the way your lips babbled sweet Nothings, mixed with your cries. And the best of all, how you so beautifully creamed around his girth.

It did take him a few minutes to finally accept his own climax, but at this point you were long gone- mentally broken by the overstimulation.

Balls deep.

He wouldn't have it any other way. It allowed his thick load to finally claim its spot in your womb- pushing it further and further Inside. The growl he let out against your neck was music to your ears, he'd take a few testing thrusts, a twisted way of waking you up from your daze.

"How're you feeling angel?" He rasped out, pushing himself up to analyze your state.

And what a poor state you were in.

You didn't think it was over, did you?

-

"That's unlike her to miss breakfast… Who saw her the last?" March pointed out inbetween mouthfuls of pancakes, waving the sugary treat in the air as to catch everyone's attention.

Welt could only take a very, very long glance at today's journal news.

"Oh I Wonder… Welt?" But of course Himeko wouldn't let him dodge that one. He froze upon being called out, leaning his journal down and mimicing deep thoughts.

"Yesterday's trip must've tired her out, she's most probably resting back in her bedroom." He gave out a curt smile, a lie that looked trustable enough for March to resume her eating. But not for Dan Heng. "Weird… I knocked on her door this Morning and it was unlocked, no signs of her inside."

He hadn't expected him to pry further, and clearly didn't expect him to seek you out so early in the morning either. Welt oriented his glare towards the table they all sat around, not trusting himself to look at Dan Heng very fondly right now.

Of course you weren't in your room, you were in his- safely tucked in the comfort of his bed.

"Surely in the bathroom." The fact that it was Welt who kept answering these questions made it all painfully obvious. Himeko Simply let out a sigh, picking up her own cup of coffee to finish.

"You're a petty man."

"I know."

Pheeewww, my first one! I don't know why I had that in my mind... but oh well

[heliosunny]

Yandere lucky egg Welt Yang?

LUCKY EGG

Yandere!Welt Yang x Reader

[Lucky Egg Dispenser]

Just a silly game, a gimmick at best. You thought.

But when you received the egg, something told you this was different. The vendor said it would hatch in three days, but by the second night, something strange happened.

As you lay in bed, a strange pull dragged you toward the egg. It was unlike anything you had felt before—like gravity itself was bending around you, sucking you in. Before you could scream, your vision blurred, and for a moment, you were inside.

A vast void stretched infinitely in all directions. Stars blinked in and out of existence. The weight of the universe crushed against you, yet at its center, a figure stood. His silhouette was imposing, his glasses reflecting an unreadable light. His voice echoed through the space.

"So you’re the chosen one."

You barely had time to comprehend before reality snapped back. You gasped, now back in your room, the egg still resting on your desk—silent, unchanged. Had that been… a dream?

By the third night, cracks raced along the shell. Light spilled from within, painting the dark room in a golden glow.

He stepped out.

As the egg cracked open and the light faded, you expected something to be fragile, small, and needing care. Instead, a person stood before you, composed, and radiating an aura of wisdom. He adjusted his glasses, his expression calm, his deep voice broke the silence.

"I must apologize. This is likely unexpected for you."

His tone was gentle, polite, so carefully measured, like he had already accepted this new reality without hesitation. He examined his surroundings before looking back at you with the weight of someone who had lived countless lifetimes.

"I am Welt Yang. And it seems I was meant to come to you."

Your mind raced with questions.

"Why are you fully grown? How did you come from an egg? What happens now?"

The next few days were surreal. Welt adapted seamlessly to your home. He moved through your space with quiet grace—reading books you had long since abandoned, and speaking only when necessary.

When you tried to ask him about his origins, he would smile.

"I have existed before, in many ways, in many places. But here, now—this is where I am meant to be."

You noticed the small things first.

He always positioned himself between you and the door, as if instinctively protective.

His gaze followed you—not in a way that felt invasive, but like he was memorizing every detail.

When you spoke, he listened too well, as if dissecting every word, every emotion behind it.

----

You weren’t sure if shopping was something Welt would enjoy, but you figured it was necessary—he had come from an egg, fully grown, with nothing but the clothes on his back.

The city was a blend of modern technology and old fantasy, towering skyscrapers laced with enchanted neon signs, trains that floated along invisible tracks, and adventurers in sleek, reinforced gear heading toward dungeons to farm points for their next upgrade.

As you walked through the bustling shopping district, Welt remained calm as always. His gaze lingered on technological displays, arcane artifacts, and the strange blend of magic-infused machinery.

"This world is fascinating" he murmured, adjusting his glasses.

You led him into a high-end boutique, a mix of modern fashion infused with enchanted materials. Welt didn’t resist, but he also didn’t seem particularly excited—his approach to shopping was practical, efficient, yet undeniably elegant.

He ran his fingers over the fabric of a long coat, analyzing the enchantments woven into it. "Durability enhancement… a fine choice."

You encouraged him to pick what he liked, but he only sighed softly. "If I must, I will choose what is necessary. But if it pleases you, then… I shall wear what you prefer."

You didn’t enter dungeons often, but you figured Welt might want something useful—perhaps a weapon, a device, or something enchanted for protection. To your surprise, he was far more interested in books. He browsed an ancient tome filled with combat theories, occasionally nodding as if confirming information he already knew.

"You have dungeons here… fascinating. Are you well-versed in combat?" he asked, glancing at you.

You shrugged. "I can manage. But I’m no expert."

"Then perhaps I should accompany you next time. I’d hate for you to get hurt."

The store was packed with enchanted trinkets, weapons, and gear for dungeon explorers. You reached out to grab something—a sleek, rune-etched device—but in your distraction, you misstepped. The uneven flooring caught your foot, and in an instant, gravity betrayed you.

But before you could even hit the ground, a soft yet firm force caught you mid-air.

A low, familiar tap echoed through the store—Welt's cane against the floor. A subtle distortion rippled around you, as if space itself had bent to his will.

You were weightless, suspended just inches above the ground before gravity gently readjusted, setting you back on your feet as if nothing had happened.

"I would suggest being more careful. But… I suppose I shall always be here to catch you."

---

One evening, you returned from a dungeon, exhausted. You barely managed to set your gear down before sinking onto the couch.

You didn’t expect him to say anything—Welt wasn’t one for unnecessary words.

Instead, he simply walked to the kitchen. The soft clink of porcelain, the quiet hum of a kettle. And then, moments later, he set down a cup of tea beside you. You blinked up at him.

"Drink"

You hesitated, then took a sip. The warmth spread through you, soothing, grounding.

And then, rather than returning to his own space, he stayed.

Not speaking, not hovering—just there, reading, sipping his own tea.

---

The marketplace was full of people—merchants shouting their wares, adventurers bargaining for supplies, enchanted displays flashing prices in shifting runes. You had been here countless times before, yet today, the crowd felt denser. You were focused on a shop window, eyeing a sleek new dungeon scanner, when the sudden shove of a passerby knocked you off balance.

A pressure settled against your lower back, keeping you upright.

"Careful" Welt's voice came, steady as always. Slowly, he withdrew his hand from you.

You turned to him, half-expecting a comment, a lecture on paying attention. But he only adjusted his glasses, nothing more.

"Didn’t expect the market to be this crowded today."

Welt hummed in agreement but didn’t step away. If anything, he shifted slightly—positioning himself between you and the chaotic stream of people passing by.

Another person brushed too close, and this time, Welt moved again, subtly steering you toward the safer edge of the walkway.

You glanced at him, a question forming on your tongue, but he spoke first.

"Shall we keep moving?" His tone was neutral, polite—as if he hadn’t just repositioned himself to guard your every step.

You nodded, falling into step beside him.

He was always paying attention. Always watching out for you.

And for the first time, you wondered—just how long had he been doing this?

----

The dungeon loomed before you—an ancient structure half-swallowed by time, its entrance pulsing with an eerie glow. You had been inside dungeons before, but never without a solid reason. This time, Welt was with you. And this time, you didn’t know what was waiting ahead.

The party of twenty adventurers stood at the entrance, murmuring strategies, double-checking equipment. A mix of veterans and newcomers, all here for the same reason—to farm, to survive. You adjusted your gear, your grip tightening around your weapon.

A hand lightly tapped your shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

You turned to him. He was dressed in sleek, reinforced attire, different from his usual formal wear but still undeniably his style.

"As ready as I’ll ever be." you replied.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he nodded.

The moment the dungeon gates sealed behind you, chaos erupted.

A tremor shook the ground, and before anyone could react, a force split the party apart—an unseen magic carving an impassable wall between you and the others. The stone beneath your feet shifted, rearranging the dungeon itself.

You barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, guttural growl echoed from the dark.

Your Battle: The Abyssal Maw

The chamber you had been forced into was massive, its walls lined with dripping black stone, pulsing like a living thing. In the center, a hulking creature uncurled itself from the shadows—a beast with jagged obsidian scales, eyes like molten gold, and a mouth lined with spiraling rows of fangs.

Your instincts screamed at you to move. The moment its claws lashed out, you barely dodged, feeling the wind of its attack slice past you.

"Tch—this is bad."

You had fought before. You could hold your own. But this thing was different. It moved with terrifying speed despite its massive frame, and the magic-infused air weighed you down, making every movement sluggish.

You launched a strike, a well-placed slash aimed for its exposed side—but the moment your blade connected, a pulse of energy repelled the attack, sending you skidding back.

"It’s reflecting damage?!"

No. Not reflecting. Absorbing. The wounds you had managed to land were already closing, as if the dungeon itself was sustaining it.

Then, the floor quivered beneath you—black tendrils shooting up, aiming to ensnare you.

You dodged too late.

A sharp pull yanked you downward, the abyss-like tendrils tightening around your limbs. The beast's maw opened wide, its next attack coming straight for you—

Welt’s Battle: The Chrono Tyrant

Elsewhere in the dungeon, Welt stood alone.

His battlefield was different—a massive, circular chamber lined with golden clockwork mechanisms, gears the size of buildings shifting with ominous precision. The air thrummed with magic, time itself feeling… distorted.

And standing in the center, a creature of regal terror.

Its form was humanoid but grotesquely elongated, draped in flowing robes made of shifting sands. A golden mask, cracked and ancient, covered its face, and in its skeletal hands, it held a massive staff with an hourglass embedded within.

With a mere flick of its wrist, the entire world slowed.

Welt’s body reacted before his mind fully processed it—his movements suddenly delayed, weighted. The Tyrant had activated its Temporal Field, distorting the flow of time in its favor.

Welt exhaled, adjusting his grip on his cane. "Hmph. A manipulation of time? I see… then I shall correct it."

The Tyrant struck first, golden chains of pure energy snapping toward him. Welt tapped his cane against the ground, and gravity warped.

The chains veered off course, thrown aside by an invisible force—but not entirely. A second chain materialized mid-air, twisting against the very rules of space and catching Welt's coat.

Time bent.

A vision flashed before him—a glimpse into a possible future. A strike to his left. A trap forming beneath his feet. The slowing of his pulse.

He adjusted.

His footwork shifted, moving not just in reaction, but in expectation. His power countered the Tyrant’s own—where it sought to manipulate time, Welt adjusted space.

The battle was not one of brute force.

It was a war of who could rewrite reality first.

As you struggled against the Abyssal Maw, as Welt confronted the Chrono Tyrant, one thought echoed between you both.

"Where are you?"

Because if you had already fallen—

Then neither of them had any reason to hold back.

Welt did not rush.

Even as the Chrono Tyrant screeched in defiance, the golden hourglass embedded in its staff fracturing, even as the dungeon trembled beneath his calculated strikes—he remained measured.

The moment he had seen through its abilities, the battle had already ended. With one final tap of his cane against the air, the very gravity of the chamber shifted.

The Tyrant lurched, its elongated form crushed under its own weight, ancient mechanisms groaning as time itself unraveled. Gears halted, sand reversed, and in one final, distorted wail—it shattered.

He had no time to linger.

His cane tapped against nothingness, and as if the air itself had become solid ground, he walked.

Not forward—up.

The laws of physics bent to his command as he ascended through the dungeon’s fractured space, his coat billowing in the unnatural wind. The dungeon itself was warping, sections of its structure breaking apart from his influence.

And then, he saw you. You were still struggling.

The Abyssal Maw was relentless, its black tendrils tightening, its body regenerating faster than you could wound it. Your breaths were labored, your body aching from the sheer force of resisting its pull.

It was only then that you felt it.

Your head snapped upward, and there, standing above you, as if gravity itself had ceased to matter, was Welt.

His cane tapped once against the empty space beneath his feet.

"KNEEL."

The very air shuddered as an unseen force crashed downward.

The Abyssal Maw collapsed. Its massive body slammed into the ground, the weight of existence itself crushing it into the dungeon floor.

And you, despite your resistance, were forced down as well. Your knees hit the stone, your breath stolen by the sheer magnitude of the gravitational pull.

Everything was on their knees before him.

The Abyssal Maw let out a strangled, guttural roar, but it could no longer move. The force holding it was absolute.

Welt descended then, slow, deliberate, his polished shoes touching the dungeon floor with elegance befitting a king. His shadow loomed over the beast as he approached, and then—one final tap of his cane.

The weight increased.

The beast’s body cracked.

Its form imploded into itself, crushed under its own mass until nothing remained but a whisper of the abyss.

"Are you hurt?"

What had once been a party of twenty was now reduced to a handful of survivors. The rest—gone. Some torn apart by unseen forces, others crushed beneath collapsing structures.

The dungeon had never been this brutal before.

You and Welt stood among the wreckage, taking in the eerie stillness that followed the battle. It wasn’t victory—it was survival, and barely at that.

Then—a new presence.

You turned.

At the far end of the ruined battlefield, half-shrouded in shadows, stood her. A girl. Purple hair cascading like silk, eyes gleaming with an unnatural glow. No expression. No hostility. Just… watching.

Yet—the sheer pressure of her presence sent a chill down your spine.

You gripped your weapon instinctively.

Welt, however, stiffened in a way you had never seen before.

And then—a flood of something.

Memories. Not yours. His.

You saw it in the way his hand trembled against his cane, his usually composed expression shifting into something unreadable.

A whisper of a name—long buried, long forgotten.

But this was not the time.

"Retreat," Welt ordered, voice steady despite everything. "Now."

You ran.

And for the first time in your life, you saw Welt Yang retreat—not out of weakness, but out of understanding.

Because whatever she was—

Even he wasn’t certain he could win.

Welt led the retreat with calculated precision. Not a single wasted motion, not a glance back—just forward. His grip on his cane was tighter than usual, his breaths controlled but heavier.

The survivors—those few who remained—followed, their footsteps unsteady, half-limping, half-running through the shifting corridors of the dungeon. The walls trembled, reality distorting in ways it shouldn’t.

Behind you, there was no pursuit.

No sound.

But the presence of her remained, like something watching from beyond a veil.

Welt felt it more than anyone.

Memories that did not belong to the present flooded him. Visions of battles fought in another time, another place. The cold sensation of déjà vu, of knowing something yet not remembering why.

"Welt!" Your voice snapped him back.

The exit was so close. The dungeon’s magic was shifting—trying to keep you in. Welt’s mind worked fast. He saw the exit crumbling before it even happened, understood the physics of collapse before the first stone fell.

"Keep moving!" He ordered.

A single tap of his cane against the air. The dungeon’s gravity twisted, shifting against itself. For a brief moment, space folded—a shortcut carved into reality. The survivors didn’t hesitate. They dived through the opening, one by one, escaping just before the structure sealed again.

You followed, but just as you passed the threshold, you turned—Welt was still inside.

The weight of memories, the presence of her, the strain of controlling the very dungeon itself—it slowed him, just for a second.

And in that second, the dungeon walls collapsed toward him.

"WELT!"

Another tap. A shift in space.

And then—he was beside you. The dungeon sealed shut behind him.

You barely had time to breathe before the survivors started counting their numbers, checking wounds, assessing what was lost.

Welt, however, was silent.

"Welt?" You asked, cautious.

For a moment, he did not respond.

Then—he exhaled. "It seems we have more to investigate."

----

Welt had always carried a calm vibe, so steady that it makes you depend on him. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, he remained unshaken.

But now, he was burning up. His body, usually so composed, lay fevered beneath the dim glow of your room.

You had done everything you could. Cooling cloths, potions, even magic-infused remedies. Nothing worked.

The nightmares never stopped.

Then—the system board appeared.

It flickered into existence before your eyes, its interface an unnatural light against the darkened room. A choice.

[Welt Yang is unresponsive. External interference detected. Do you wish to enter his consciousness?]

Your fingers hesitated.

Then—you pressed [Yes].

The world blurred.

And then, you fell.

Inside Welt’s Dream

You landed on solid ground—yet it felt… wrong. Like the weight of existence was shifting beneath your feet.

The sky above was fractured, shards of light and shadow twisting unnaturally. The air carried a heavy, suffocating stillness.

And ahead—Welt.

But he wasn’t himself.

He stood at the center of the dreamscape, frozen. His form was both him and not him, flickering between past and present. His eyes—haunted.

And then—a whisper.

"You should not be here."

Not from Welt.

From the dream itself.

A shadow shifted at the edges of your vision. Something watching. Something waiting.

But you had no time to hesitate.

You stepped forward. Toward him. Toward whatever had him trapped in this nightmare.

You approached carefully, the unstable ground beneath you shifting with every step. Welt remained frozen, caught in a battle you couldn’t see—a war within his own mind.

But then—a red-haired girl appeared.

She stood not far from Welt, her expression unreadable. As if she had expected you.

"You came for him."

Her voice was soft, almost gentle. Not a threat, not an enemy—something else entirely.

The dreamscape shuddered. Reality here was breaking.

Welt let out a sharp breath—a flicker of consciousness, a struggle to return.

You didn’t hesitate. You stepped between them.

"Let him go."

The girl tilted her head.

"You think I am keeping him here?"

The dream pulsed. Your heartbeat quickened.

You could fight. You could force her out. But something told you she wasn’t here to destroy.

She was a presence of the past.

"He doesn’t belong here anymore."

For a moment, she just watched you. Then, she smiled.

"Perhaps he doesn’t."

The dream began to crumble. The world around you brightened, the suffocating weight lifting.

And as she faded, dissolving into the cracks of memory, her final words echoed—

"Take care of him."

A final whisper. A final glance at Welt.

Then—she was gone.

The moment she disappeared, Welt gasped, collapsing forward.

You caught him.

The dream shattered—

And the two of you woke up.

You stretched as you got up, ready to cook something—your body needed food after everything that had happened. But just as you turned toward the kitchen, you felt a gentle pull on your sleeve.

He wasn’t looking directly at you, his gaze fixed somewhere past you, his grip light yet unwilling to let go.

"Stay."

You hesitated.

But then—your stomach betrayed you. A low, unmistakable growl broke the silence.

Welt finally let go. "Go on, then," he murmured. "Take care of yourself first."

Even as he let you go, you could feel his gaze follow you until you disappeared into the kitchen.

As you sat down with your freshly made meal, you let out a satisfied sigh. Finally, food. You scooped up a spoonful, about to take your first bite—

And then, in a blink, it was gone.

You stared at your now-empty spoon in confusion before following its trajectory—right to Welt, who had the audacity to be calmly chewing after swiping your food.

"Welt!" you exclaimed.

He barely looked fazed. With a small, deliberate motion, he tapped his cane against the floor and adjusted his glasses.

"To think of it," he mused, completely ignoring your glare, "I shouldn’t waste food, should I?"

Oh. Oh, he did not just say that.

"That was my food!" you huffed, scooting away protectively with your plate. "You literally said you weren’t hungry!"

Welt simply tilted his head slightly, watching you with a faint, unreadable smile. He looked way too satisfied with himself.

"Thank you for the food." he said.

You narrowed your eyes.

"Fine. Next time, I’ll just have someone else cook for me."

The moment you said that, you felt it.

Welt didn’t outwardly react, but something changed in the air. His fingers tightened slightly against his cane, his shoulders going just a bit too still.

"Someone else?"

You shrugged, missing the way his gaze darkened ever so slightly. "Yeah, maybe a friend or—"

The sharp clink of a spoon being set down cut you off.

You turned to see Welt calmly placing the stolen utensil beside your plate. His expression was still polite, still composed—but something in his eyes told you that he was absolutely not amused.

"I see." He leaned back slightly, "Perhaps I should make sure you have no need for… others."

Before you could question that slightly ominous statement, you sighed instead, choosing to ignore the weird tension he just created.

Looking at him now—this grumpy, elegant, thief of food—you couldn’t help but think about everything you had been through together. The dungeon, the sickness, the nightmares… and somehow, here you were.

You softened a little.

"From now on," you said, nudging his shoulder lightly, "I’ll be in your care."

The tension that had wrapped around Welt instantly unraveled.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, his entire demeanor shifted.

Gone was the faint edge in his voice, the almost possessive glint in his eye. Instead, something gentler took its place.

He sighed, a small, nearly invisible smile tugging at his lips.

"Very well," he murmured, voice softer now. "From now on, I’ll be in your care as well."

[vxnuslogy]

𐙚 wipe your tears.

— or in which you receive some comfort when you cry.

— warnings: angst if you squint

— author's notes: self-indulgent, once again credits to @.cafekitsune for the banners.

𐙚  AVENTURINE 

aventurine is familiar with tears. he knows the stinging feeling at the corner of your eyes as you roughly wipe them away. aventurine might not want to admit it, but he's a sensitive man at heart; just the sight of you desperately trying to shy away from him rekindled that vulnerable piece of him he's tucked under his refined mask.

it's a fruitless attempt because with just one gentle touch of his fingertips on your cheek shattered all the walls you've been building up over the years.

the way his arms came to envelop you in a warm hug, his shoulder slowly dampening with your tears, it truly broke his heart to see you in such a state.

aventurine’s gambler like persona crumbles away as he whispers soft comforts in your ears while his hand rubs continuous circles on his back. shushing your cries but never once trying to dismiss the feelings that wrack your body.

aventurine never had a shoulder to cry on after he escaped his cruel fate, he understands what it feels like to bottle up every and any emotion that shakes his very being. he doesn't want you to turn out that way, so he’ll be the shoulder you can cry on.

𐙚  VERTIAS RATIO

dr. ratio isn't the brightest when it comes to tears. the way his brows knit together and the way he bites his lip in frustration when his hands ghost over your curled body.

but despite his inexperience in comforting, he wrapped his steady arms around your body, grounding you; reminding you that he's here by your side.

dr. ratio doesn't whisper soft nothing's into your ears — he isn't sure what to say to lift your spirits. he just stays quiet and hopes that it'll suffice.

and it does. despite what many would believe, veritas ratio is kind. kinder than anyone could ever imagine. 

no one will ever come to understand him the way you do, that's why in this very moment, with your most vulnerable self, veritas ratio repays your patience and commitment to him with quiet solace as you continue to cry on his chest. free from all the judgment the world has given you.

𐙚  WELT YANG

compared to anyone else, welt has seen more tears than he'd like to admit. tears from himself, the people that took him in, and the girl he'd trained under his wings until she herself could fly on her own. welt never fails to offer a comforting shoulder to those who cry, and you are no exception.

you try to curl yourself away from him, arms tightly gripping the sides of your legs as you refuse to raise your head. welt kneels in front of you as he strokes your head, voice soft and just above whisper. careful to not upset you further.

he doesn't question you on why you're crying, he's just that understanding. you often wonder what you did to deserve such a person in your life. 

he doesn't urge you to get up, instead he sits beside you quietly. keeping you in his silent company. you don't know how long the two of you stayed like that, but it wasn't long when welt felt a weight land on his shoulder and instinctively, he wrapped his arm around you. smiling softly as he asks if you're okay now.

𐙚  ARGENTI

the room was cold and you felt very, very lonely without your lover by your side. you knew of the consequences of taking a knight of beauty as a lover, he is always on the move to spread the word of his aeon. he himself has warned you about this but you shrugged your shoulders and told him you'll be fine.

however, tonight, as you let the winds caress your cheek at your front porch, you wish for nothing but argenti’s embrace to distract your mind from your insecurities.

“what's the matter, my love?” an armored hand came to wipe away the stray tears that escaped your eyes. the way your vision blurred as you threw yourself in his arms was brief, it didn't take long for argenti to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head in your hair.

the knight alternated with whispering apologies and reassurances in your ear as you both stood on your porch. the two of you sway as if you were about to start a waltz. in the end your tears began to dry and a light giggle bubbled from your throat.

that's right. argenti might always leave to spread the word of his aeon to the vast galaxies, but he'll come back to you and your little house by the hill.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[impactedfates]

Detective Oblivious - Various HSR Characters x GN! Reader

★ Summary: You’re best friend lately has been acting strange. Could they have a crush on someone?! You have to get to the bottom of it…though perhaps you can start by noticing how they look at you

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Gepard, Luocha, Welt, Luka, March, Kafka

★ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Fluff + Maybe a bit of Crack

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Genshin Ver Here // Semi-Proof Read

You knew Gepard since the both of you were young. You weren't a Silverman Guard yourself but you definitely supported your best friend when he became one. And was so proud when he later became a captain.

Lately though, he seems to be tripping over his words when he's trying to instruct some new members, and you witness all of it. It's strange though. You knew Gepard was a great teacher and mentor yet when you decide to visit you see him stumble on his words and even get strange looks from the trainees.

You were talking to Serval who simply laughed and said.

"He's distracted by a certain someone~"

But who could be occupying his mind!? You could see Serval gave you a deadpan look when she realized you were actually thinking of who could be on her brother's mind. She wanted to smack you silly but at the same time. If her lil Geppie wasn't ready to confess she can't do it for him.

You stopped visiting Gepard whilst he was training trainees or anyone in fact. And he did just fine! That's what you heard anyways when Lynx nudged you smiling knowingly. You grumbled a bit as you haven't gotten one bit closer to finding out who your friend had a crush on.

In truth, you also didn't want to know. You had feelings for the guard, but at the same time you'd be able to know if whoever took his heart was a good fit for him. Though...eventually your frustrations got the better of you, and one day. When he was free and so were you...

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU LIKE!?"

You watched as a blush crept on his face and looked at you. It seems as though his sisters have told him about how dense you were to who he liked. He took a small breath before answering you.

"O-oh...it's um...it's actually...you"

When Luocha realises he has feelings for you and they are genuine. Like, he wants to spend all his life with you. He seeks you out. He starts by gathering various things you like and asked to hang out with you. Like a date in his mind but in yours it was just what you two usually did.

You didn't even realise he was trying to be more romantic to get the mood set for when he confesses...and he could see that. He found it both annoying yet amusing with how you seemed to play off everything he did as purely platonic.

He opened a door for you when you went into a restaurant.

He pulled a chair out for you.

He even paid for your whole meal, held your hand as you walked out and even gave you a kiss. Now the good news is that at the end of the day, when he brought you home. You realised he was acting strange! The bad news is...

"Do you like the waitress that was serving us or something? You were acting so differently and we always have that waitress when we go eat at that place. So you have to like her right?"

You state, almost proudly. Luocha could only sigh and pat your head before leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

"I think I prefer the person in front of me"

When you saw that the usually calm and collected Welt seemed to be acting differently. As well as Himeko and the other trailblazers (minus Dan Heng) giggling when he was talking to you. You knew something was up, but he always told you everything?

You consulted everyone on the Express who each gave you a vague answer about how "he's just nervous" and "you'll know when he's ready" until you asked March 7th. She excitedly explained that he finally liked someone before the Trailblazer covered her mouth and scolded her for revealing his secrets.

Lucky for them though, you had no idea you were the one he developed feelings for. They weren't sure if they should be relieved you were dense to his feelings or mildly concerned.

In the following days you've compiled a lot of people you knew Welt knows. This was quite the long list considering the people he's met and you spent hours crossing out names, adding names back in and considering if he liked them or not. You were almost tempted to check his phone to see if you can spot a difference in behaviour there.

Welt eventually found the notebook you were using as your "Detective Journal" and raised it above your head as you tried to retrieve it, simply stating you were wrong with each name listed.

"Huh!? Then who do you like?"

"Simple, the one person you didn't add to the list. Yourself"

How could you not notice the way Luka always tries extra hard in whatever he's doing when he finds out you're there? He begged a bunch of his friends and such not to tell you as he wants to make it special. Wants to "mega impress you so you'll go on a date with him" (his words not mine)

This was all fine...if it weren't for the fact that to everyone else. He was being so obvious he liked you.

Anytime he wins a match he specifically looks for you to see your reaction.

Anytime you compliment something of his, perhaps his hair style or the clothes he was wearing. He always wears his hair that way more often and buys more clothes of similar styles.

He's always so attentive to you, not that he isn't to anyone else when you're all hanging out. But it's clear he's listening to whatever you say with direct care as if the words you speak will run away if he doesn't.

It's gone to the point where Seele begins ranting to Bronya about it. Crying over the fact that you can't see the tell tale signs. It all broke for her when you tell her that you think Luka likes someone but you can't figure out who. And even though she said she wouldn't tell, she ends up clutching onto your shoulders and shaking you.

"HE LIKES YOU DUMBASS"

March 7th honestly acts similar to how she always does. Just a bit more energetic when you're around. But you knew she was still acting differently, I mean she's your best friend. Surely you'd know when she's different, even just a bit.

And you attempted to figure out why she's acting differently. Finally settling on having a crush. But who could she like? She's complimented many people on their appearance before but you knew she didn't like them in a romantic sense.

You began thinking to see if she did actually like anyone in a different way and you just weren't there to see it. Then again, you and her always stuck together. You knew everyone she knew, so there wasn't any point in thinking if she met someone else.

One day when you were in her room, she went out to grab something and you noticed a book poking out from under her bed. Pulling it out you looked at the cover

"The Best Person Ever < 3”

was written. So this is it! You'll finally find out who she liked. But at the same time...you didn't want to break her trust by looking through it. You silently put the book down and slide it back under the bed, but not in time for her to walk in and see the book in hand. She quickly ran over with a blush and asked if you saw anything, to which you shook her head and said no.

She breathed a sigh of relief...until you both noticed one of the pictures fell out and oh? It's you with a heart drawn around you...that's not how she wanted to confess...

Kafka finds out rather quickly that you're trying to figure out who she likes. Who she's developed feelings for. She knew that you knew that her behaviour has changed up a bit, especially with you. How you didn't connect the dots when she out right told you she did in fact like someone is beyond everyone.

But oh she loves watching you from a distance try to find out just who got her attention. Who the lucky one is to be the item of her affection.

She messes with you, she gives you hints on who she likes but keeps them as vague as possible so that she can just watch you pout in frustration every time she says you guessed incorrectly. She just loves watching how much you try to figure it out.

But as much as she loves that, as time goes on. She does get slightly annoyed that you've guessed everyone, even twice. But never guessed yourself. So one day she tells you that she'll reveal her crush. And simply raised a mirror to your face with a smile.

"Aren't they just the cutest?~"

Anyone else find it hard to know when someone likes them? Cuz I do, hence this idea sprang forth. Not all the characters included are ones I simp for but I thought it would be interesting to add them (I literally only simp for Luocha out of the characters included tbh nsoaorgr)

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hello hello :3

I'm not sure if you take platonic requests so if you get to mine and you don't, pls lmk <3

Anyway. I would like to request platonic Boothill, Sampo, Mydei (if you can't write him yet then it's okay) and the Astral Express crew (you can leave out characters if it's too much) with a reader who is a former slave like Aventurine but they escaped by force and now respond to certain gestures with violence. Think about it like a wounded animal you're trying to approach. They lash out, bite, scratch, attack, anything.

🌑hello dear welcome!! I do take platonic requests 🫡and you can request as many characters as you want just know the more there are the longer I'll take😅 also I love love this idea 👀👀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Ooh he gets it

You can't exactly hurt him, given the metal body, but even if you try he won't hold it against you

The circumstances might not be the same but he undoubtedly became a different, not violent, man after what the IPC did to his planet

Plus being a galaxy ranger is a lonely existence by design

He respects your need to distance yourself from people

But I feel there's a nurturing side to Boothill he doesn't get to tap into very often

So there's a part of him that will try to comfort you? Relate to you? He doesn't know what he's doing himself but something in his heart breaks for you and pulls him towards you

One stubborn fella about helping you but quite sturdy, let's say he's the guy letting the dog bite him to get its anger out and know that he can be trusted 🥺

✦ 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨 ✦

Menace I love him

Sampo is a con-man salesman - he wants to know everyone's secrets so that he can exploit them for his benefit

But there's some lines even he won't cross

He's got a soft heart somewhere in there (deep in there) so you can expect that he'll go easy on you when he comes to his scheming

Plus he knows how to calculate risk, so if messing with you is highly likely to get him fucked up, he won't try you... Too much

Another man whose life wasn't exactly easy (which is why he's the way he is) and with a soft spot for people with a similarly difficult past

I think he'd find his own way of showing companionship, implying that you can talk to him about stuff if you want (tho he won't blame you for thinking he's just trying to get to your secrets) and stuff like that. He'll just be very subtle about how honest he's being

Let's say he's the guy slowly leaving treats for the dog and pretending like he doesn't care if it likes him or not (he really does, he's incredibly intrigued)

✦ 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐢 ✦

New character so bear with me

I feel like you're very similar in this way

He's got a heart of gold under all that aggression, specially when it comes to his people

He's just bad at expressing it in a gentle way😅

His childhood was... Traumatic to say the least, violence is all he knows

Another sturdy guy, he's literally immortal and seems to enjoy a good fight so hitting him in any way might just start a sparring session💀

If he doesn't know you, he wouldn't engage, he's got better things to worry about

But if he does, you might get to see a gentleness from him no one thought him capable of

He's a patient man but he genuinely wants to see you learn to live with your trauma like him

I don't think he's done healing, mind you, but you might be able to learn something from each other about living with your demons

✦ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭 ✦

So much father energy LORD

The way he just immediately takes Sunday under his wing? Guiding him gently and patiently? That's a dad right there

He's deeply altruistic so he will try to help you please don't fight it😭

He's canonically one of the strongest characters so don't worry about hurting him. The fact that you even had to live through what you did, hurts him much more

Gentle but insistent, is how I'd describe him

He will not give up on you no matter what and that is a promise

When and if you decide to open up, he's a great listener

But even if you don't, he'll be there always🫡 because he genuinely just wants to see you be happy

✦ 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐨 ✦

A fearless woman if I ever saw one

On the express she mostly keeps to herself, y'know navigating

But she undoubtedly cares deeply about the team so if you're part of it (let's say you are) you're included in that sentiment

She's not exactly... Motherly, per say, but she does care. She's just a bit... Awkward about it?

The type to do things like invite you to have coffee with her (don't drink it), or offer to teach you about navigating and stuff like that, just try to make you feel included

Not the type to outright ask about what happened but will listen if you tell her and will not judge - she doesn't see anything wrong with the way you handled things (Sunday train flashbacks)

Knows you're capable of protecting yourself, but will become somewhat protective of you

Tries to avoid setting you off as much as possible, she can hold her own no problem but she'd feel terrible if she hurt you in some way

✦ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟕𝐭𝐡 ✦

Sunshine incarnate

Might come off as overly friendly upon first meeting so if that sets you off well... she'll learn her lesson... maybe

Doesn't remember her past so if you don't wanna talk about yours it's all good with her

But if you do, she's a surprisingly good listener

Tho if you decide to be rude or aggressive to push her away, she'll definitely take it to heart, at first

She'll mope about it for a bit before her determination takes over

She wants to be your friend damnit 😡

She'll call you out for being rude but stick around regardless

She's got thicker skin than expected and she's hard to shake off (like a puppy...) if she decides she wants to be your friend, that's what she's gonna do

Plus after that first time, being rude to push her away won't work, she'll just talk right over you

In the end, she might just win you over through sheer determination 😭

✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠 ✦

Oh he cares so much bless him

Dan Heng is extremely protective of those he's close to

If you're in the express, you're immediately included in that

Quiet comfort is his thing

Like sitting together quietly because you just need some company while he reads or even offering a game of chess as a distraction

Doesn't blame you for how you react, but if you become physically dangerous to be around he will be the first to restrain you

Just because he gets it doesn't mean he likes seeing the people around him get hurt

I feel like he's got some words of wisdom regarding how to make peace with your past

But beyond that he's good to have around because he doesn't push for answers at all

Nobody knew about his past when he came onto the express so he'd be kind of a hypocrite if he cared

It's inevitable that he becomes attached and when he does he becomes just as protective with you as with any other member of the express, regardless of your past

[angelltheninth]

Could I request Welt, Gepard, and Argenti getting edged to tears?

Yes, and they shall be. With affection, of course.

Pairing: Argenti, Gepard, Welt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, edging, handjob, crying, blowjob, teasing, facial cumshot, marathon sex, begging, slight power play

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: There are a few things I like thinking about more then pretty men begging for release. It's just so cute!

Argenti holds your hands, fingers intertwined while he rides your face. Well at least that's how this whole thing started, a simple blowjob that you tempted him into and he couldn't say no. But as soon as he was about to come you stopped, stopped your tongue, stopped sucking, stopped swallowing around him and did your best to grin up at him with his cock still in your mouth. He was about to protest after a few minutes of silence when you started again.

Then it became less him riding your face and fucking your mouth and more you pulling him towards you every time he so much as moaned. You kept looking directly up at him, letting him know you had so much power over him just with your mouth alone. It didn't bother him, what bothered him is how you kept stopping and going until he reached his breaking point and pleaded for release. Even that wasn't how he imagined it, not in your mouth but all over your grinning face.

Gepard is surprisingly easy to edge and to make him cry by giving him a handjob. It gets to him the most when you're lying by his side, your breasts pressing against one of his arms, cradling it between the softness while your hand works on his erect cock. He kisses you any chance he gets in an attempt to quiet his whimpers, but it's all futile. Even through the seal of his lips on yours he is still loud enough to be heard.

Surprisingly he has enough self control not to fuck your hand while you edge him but not enough self control to not beg you to let him cum already, you've been at this for so long his cock and balls are starting to hurt. He doesn't even care about the huge mess he's gonna make over his abs, even if some of it gets so high up as to hit his mouth, he just wants to come, he needs to hear the words from you or else he will lose what is left of his mind.

Welt is very hard to break and to give into anyone's demands even yours. But he has his limits and you found them one night as you massaged and milked his cock every few minutes until his hands were shaking on your hips. He had no idea he could still be hard for that long. How could he even stop being hard when your warm, slippery cunt kept pulsing around him, getting little spurts of cum but not nearly enough to make him go limp.

Just when he thought that he couldn't go anymore, when he was on the verge of passing out you whispered for him to let it out, to fill you with his hot cum. It have him new energy and he pressed you down against him, his hands firm and unyielding on your ass, making sure you can no longer tease him. Before you started kissing him he hadn't even noticed he was crying as he came. Never before had anyone gotten to him that badly, got him that horny and desperate.

[anantaru]

DAY 19 — EDGING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — welt, dan heng

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, edging & orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, sprinkle of dacryphilia, rough and needy, kinda messy, mean dan heng alert

𖧡 — WELT

welt was evidently aware that he shouldn't torture you with repeatedly robbing your climax from you over and over again, until you sniffle between your moans, your eyes bloodshot and puffy from the intensity of another growing orgasm just dissolving from your aching frame— but you need to understand him, because you were just so sweet, ugh, so innocent and pure that it almost makes him feel bad for your current state.

because in reality, it didn't require welt much of work to form you into a frustrated mess of a person— your wet, warm cunt soaking his length and clamping down on him for the dear life of you, and in secret, it made him feel more wanted, more powerful and it thoroughly stroked his ego when you begged him to continue despite losing yet another blissful satisfaction.

"don't be like that," he mutters as you refuse to meet his gaze, and you unlatch the sobs hidden behind your frustration when he takes the chance to thrust into you again ever so slightly, ever so soft, and only distantly, with barely any strength behind and being aware that you must be exceedingly reactive to his every movements right now.

"look at me," welt whispers, mouthing a wet kiss on your bottom lip before looping one hand around your knee to spread you further apart as he grinds himself closer, even better, drinking in the moans that fell straight in his mouth as your hands tightened their grip on his biceps.

fuck, you just cannot be mad at welt, it's futile, not when he hums appreciatively the moment you accept his gaze, his hips thrusting back and forth as you jolt your little cunt up to match his movements, your clit buzzing with need to be given attention next, whining against his lips as he mumbles once again;

"i'll give it to you this time, i promise."

𖧡 — DAN HENG

"hold on, love, hold on," the expanding warmth of dan heng's weight leaning on top of you was bulging into the puffiness of your cunt as he nibbles on your earlobe, deliciously experiencing how you're spreading yourself for him, "you're not there yet."

your boyfriend seemed to have become utterly maniacal in your eyes and you frustratedly furrow your brows before gnawing back a bubbling moan when he slides himself back inside— dan heng has been playing with you for hours now, so strong and reckless that endless tears had began to form and cling to your lashes as every square of your body felt like someone has set you on fire.

"it hurts," you complain, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the blur before desperately squeezing your hips up at him, as if that would somehow change dan heng's plans for you, "i know, i know," he feigns the sense of understanding you and the perception of actually feeling sorry, "but you're doing so good right now, and you're almost there," and he'd even feel a little guiltier if your whines weren't this delicious to indulge in, not to mention the harsh clamps of your creamy hole constricting around his girth like that, before letting go again and fluttering over the fullness while milking him with your hot, wet warmth.

adding another sharp and calculated thrust, the stretch of dan heng's girth piercing over you was beginning to feel surreal, listlessly holding back the air in your lungs as you cry out at the sudden overstimulation catching your body by surprise as dan heng fucked you silly, the force of his raw drags pressing you into the drenched mattress that your head was beginning to spiral— each rut of his dripping erection beckoning your mouth to gape open in a broken consonance of whines and pitched up moans only for him to drink in.

alas, the man wasn't done with you yet, he might as well just lied to you earlier, and the buzzing ache in his groin wouldn't hold him back on edging your poor, little self as much as possible, not before dan heng would grace you with the most intense, most intoxicating climax you have ever experienced— so you wouldn't be too mad at him afterwards.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[aventurineswife]

Hello hello!! I’d like to request Astral express crew comforting a teen reader whose homesick.

Except I woke up and chose violence today(I say, in spite of the fact that it’s 4am as I write this.) so their home planet is gone and was also terrible☺️so reader is very much confused as to why they feel the way they do.

Btw I see that usually when people request AE crew only Welt, Himeko, March, and Dan heng get added. So If it’s not too many characters could you also add Caelus and Sunday please?

Anyways here’s some random things I thought of cuz my brain won’t stop yapping about this:

Their planet was an overall terrible place and not a very good environment for children to grow up in, so they do have some trust issues when it comes to meeting new people.

That being said I feel like their interaction with Sunday would basically just go something like:

Sunday: ‘you seem down.. would you possibly like to talk about it-‘

reader: ‘did you not just almost kill my friends while trying to revive an Aeon? like.. a week ago?? The hell are you suddenly acting like a saint for.’

They’re fine with the rest of the crew tho. They’ve basically labeled March, Cae, and Dan heng as their siblings + Himeko and Welt as the hopefully trustworthy adults.

forgive me kind sir for the yapping🙏��

I needed to infect someone else’s brain with my delusions.

“And I don’t know why I miss home, when it never felt like home”

Summary: After the destruction of your home planet—a place that was more cruel than kind—you find yourself grappling with an unexpected sense of homesickness. The Astral Express crew notices your change in demeanor and offers comfort in their own unique ways. From March’s stubborn cheer to Sunday’s unexpectedly poignant insight, each member helps you navigate the complicated feelings of mourning a place that never truly felt like home.

Tags: Astral Express Crew x Reader, Platonic, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Homesickness, Angst with Comfort, Trauma & Recovery, Trust Issues, Slow Healing, Soft Moments.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and an unhealthy upbringing, Survivor’s guilt, Mild trust issues, Brief references to past antagonistic actions (Sunday), Emotional themes (grief, loss, and healing).

A/N: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I YAP A LOT TOO 😭🙏

The stars blurred past the window of the Astral Express, streaks of light stretching across the void like distant memories. The train hummed softly, a steady rhythm against the quiet of the night cycle. It was peaceful. Too peaceful.

You sat curled up in the corner of the lounge, arms wrapped around your knees, staring blankly at the passing cosmos. It had been weeks since your planet—if you could even call it that—ceased to exist. And yet, here you were, feeling homesick for a place that had never been kind to you.

The realization sat like a weight in your chest. You weren’t sure which part of it disturbed you more—that you missed a planet that had been nothing but cruel, or that a part of you still longed for the familiarity of it.

"Alright, spill," March's voice cut through the silence as she plopped down next to you, her hair bouncing with the motion. "You've been looking extra gloomy lately, and I am not letting you sit here brooding in the dark like some tragic protagonist."

You huffed, half-heartedly nudging her away with your shoulder. "I'm fine."

March scoffed, unimpressed. "That’s exactly what people say when they’re not fine. Do you know how many times Dan Heng has said that to me? Too many." She crossed her arms. "So, what's up?"

You hesitated, fingers tightening around your sleeves. "...It’s stupid."

"Try me."

A long pause. Then, barely above a whisper:

"I think I miss home."

March blinked. "Okay? That’s normal."

"No, it's not," you said quickly, frustration creeping into your voice. "My home was awful. It was cruel, and dangerous, and—" You exhaled sharply. "It wasn’t even really a home. So why do I feel like this?"

March’s expression softened, and instead of giving you some overly cheerful, misguided attempt at comfort, she just... sat with you.

"You know," she said after a moment, "just because a place was bad doesn’t mean it didn’t shape you. Maybe you're not missing the planet itself, but… I dunno, the version of you that lived there? The things that made you you?"

You stared at her. "That’s… surprisingly insightful."

March grinned. "Hey! I can be deep when I wanna be!"

You rolled your eyes, but some of the weight in your chest lightened.

"Hey," Caelus said, dropping into the seat across from you. "March said you're sad."

You groaned. "Of course she did."

He tilted his head. "Do you want to commit crimes about it?"

That made you pause. "...What?"

"You know," he gestured vaguely, "harmless crimes. Stealing extra desserts from the kitchen. Sneaking into Dan Heng’s archive room. Rearranging Sunday’s books just to mess with him."

You snorted. "That's... that’s stupid."

"It is," he agreed. "But it works."

You bit your lip. You did like the sound of stealing extra desserts. "...Fine. One crime."

Caelus grinned. "That's the spirit."

Dan Heng was a quiet presence, but a comforting one. He didn't pry, didn't push—he simply sat beside you in the archive room, flipping through a book as you stared at the ceiling.

"You’re allowed to miss what was familiar," he said eventually, not looking up from the pages.

You glanced at him. "Even if it was terrible?"

"Even then."

You hesitated. "...Does it make me weak?"

He finally met your gaze, expression unreadable but steady. "No," he said simply. "It makes you human."

For some reason, that made your throat feel tight.

Himeko made you tea. It was warm, fragrant, and soothing in a way that made your chest ache. She didn’t say much at first—just sat with you, letting the silence stretch until you were ready to speak.

When you finally did, she listened. Really listened.

When you were done, she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You deserved better than what you had," she said softly. "And you deserve to heal, too."

Your fingers curled around the teacup. "I don’t know how."

"That’s okay," she assured you. "You don’t have to figure it out alone."

Welt found you staring out the window again.

"You remind me of someone," he said, stepping up beside you.

You glanced at him. "Yeah?"

He nodded, eyes distant. "Someone who lost their home. Someone who didn’t know how to grieve for it."

You swallowed. "And what happened to them?"

Welt exhaled, gaze steady. "They found a new one."

Something about the certainty in his voice made your chest feel lighter.

You weren’t expecting Sunday to approach you. In fact, when he sat down across from you, you instinctively tensed.

"You seem down," he said in that airy, detached tone of his. "Would you like to talk about it?"

You blinked at him. Then, deadpan:

"Did you not just almost kill my friends while trying to revive an Aeon? Like... a week ago?? The hell are you suddenly acting like a saint for?"

Sunday chuckled softly, wings fluttering. "Fair."

You narrowed your eyes. "So? Why do you care?"

A pause. Then, quietly:

"Because I understand."

You frowned. "...Understand what?"

He glanced at the stars. "What it feels like to mourn something that was never kind to you. To feel lost between what was and what could be."

You weren’t sure how to respond to that.

Sunday tilted his head, studying you. "You’re not wrong about me. I am no saint. But even someone like me can recognize pain when they see it."

You looked away, arms tightening around yourself. "...I don’t know what to do with it."

Sunday exhaled softly. "You let it exist. And then, one day at a time, you learn to carry it."

For once, you didn’t have a sharp remark.

Instead, you just sat there, staring at the stars.

And for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel entirely alone.

[n0tamused]

Welt nerding out about his little special interests and his tv show he likes and whatnot... Dr.Ratio going on and on about all his bath soaps and bath salts and whatever he has... Sunday snuggles and sleeping after a long and heavy day of work....

A/n: Sorry for taking so long pookie I hope you like these little imagines :( <3 mwah, ty for requesting <3

Contents: gn reader, separate drabbles for Sunday, Dr. Ratio and Welt, a bit angsty in Sunday's part, fluff otherwise

Gloved fingers held around the black stylus pen as it glided over the digital screen in a few precise strokes. The character on screen is becoming more and more alive, and looking over his shoulder you can see the several other frames that lay finished, resembling only the start of this little project you managed to convince Welt to partake in. 

“I take it you like it, right?” you ask, tiptoeing playfully around the direct question, prompting the man to laugh heartily, mirth seeping into the crinkles in his face. Leaning back in the chair he takes a small break from the lineart, adjusting his glasses before he look up at you where you stood at his side. 

“You’re spoiling me, you know?” he begins, his eyes mellow with a childlike wonder and joy that isn’t too often seen on his person these days. “Yes, I do like it, a lot. This tablet is even more advanced than the ones I was used to using back in my day. I mean, it holds so many functions, and the program itself has many great features to assist with the process - whether it be just one piece of art or a whole animation” His eyes gleam as he looks back at the screen, his eyes flickering over the corners of the canvas, the little icons and frames and the low opacity sketch of the animation.  

“That is a relief, and I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it so much. You do deserve it, Mr. Yang” cooing at him softly you pat his shoulder and give him a light squeeze before taking note of what’s on screen. It’s a simple set of characters, and in a more cartoonish style - chibis, is what you heard them call this style. But the characters are oddly familiar to the crew itself.

“Huh..? Is that.. us?”

“Yes… Since this gift was from you, and also the crew has left its mark on this old heart, I thought that my first project on the tablet should be something special too.. Uh, wait..” He fumbles a bit with the frames and animation, brief images flickering of different character - Dan Heng surrounded with books, March 7th’s chibi showing a worried face as she stands next to a pot of Himeko’s coffee and Himeko looking pleased as she drinks from her mug, and there’s PomPom next to the Express, but what  gets your attention is the chibi version of yourself at the very start of the frame set. You’re sitting at a round table with a few chubby stars above you.

“Starting with you, I am first making an introduction to each character..”

“But where are you?”

“Hm?”

“I saw everyone in these, but not yourself? This crew is incomplete without you, Welt.. You should put us together in one frame. I mean, we can be drinking tea at the table together, right?"

Welt looks at you, then at the frame, noting the vacant left side of the big table. 

“You’re right…”

“Sunday..” sleepy mutters fall from your lips as you push yourself to sit on the big bed, the covers pooling at your hips. Your hand is lifted up to shield your eyes from the golden light that spilled from the hall. 

“Apologies... I'll turn the light off now.." comes a reply from the figure shrouded in darkness, but by silhouette alone you could tell him apart from another. His wings droop underneath his ears, showing that even the lightest parts of him felt the heaviness of today’s work. He swiftly but quietly slips into the hallway to turn the lights off, before his footsteps mark his return to the bedroom. Now you can only listen to him shuffle about, the heavy breathing making your heart throb from concern, but you know asking him about it wouldn’t grant you an answer.

So you wait until he lifts the bedsheets and until his palm searches for you across the vast expanse of the mattress. Taking his hand in yours you lead him to where you are, laying on your back and feeling the bed dip and move underneath you until Sunday has settled himself with his head on your chest. Sighing the biggest breath you heard from him so far, you tighten your hold on him, arms circling around his shoulders.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he had you both sinking further into the bed, desperate to feel your warmth, hear your peace and feel it rub off on him too. “I missed you…” he confessed, leaving a chaste kiss on your collarbone before his ear pressed above your heart, listening to the trapped drumming within. 

“I missed you too..” you reply, combing your fingers through his hair, feeling the wings around his waist stretch out for arguably the first time today, one wing shorter than the other, feathers cut halfway. 

“Rest now..” you prompt, kissing the top of his head and he hums into you, wanting nothing more than to dream of you and freedom with you.

"I told you to be a little more careful with which shampoos you purchased.." you heard him say when you pointed out how a particular shampoo on the shelf made your hair damaged the last time you used it. You sighed, in agreement with him, but as he plucked the bottle from the shelf you looked over the other products on the shelves, taking a hair mask container and putting it in your cart.

“See, this is why this shampoo didn’t sit well with you” Veritas says, looking over the ingredient list after catching sight of the logo of the producer, a sneer already on his face as he never had good experiences with this company’s products. 

You look over at him, holding onto the shopping cart with one hand as you peer at the bottle in his hand. “Oh, yeah- that one did have my hair feeling like hay.. ugh” you frown a little but as Veritas looks further down the ingredients list, you let your eyes wander over the shelves in search for a possible alternative - one that won’t leave your hair feeling dry and ready to snap. 

“Hmm…” Veritas looks up, his coral eyes looking over at you after he had returned the bottle onto the shelf. “Let me see..” he muttered, already reaching out to grasp a lock of your hair in between his fingers, twirling it for a moment before thinking hard about it. Then his eyes return to the vast selection of shampoos, reaching for a green bottle on a higher shelf. “Ah, this one would go well for your hair type. And it will regenerate whatever damage that other bottle left you with”

“Oh, let me smell it-” you whisper with soft excitement, forcing a huffed chuckle from Veritas as it seemed you cared more about the smell than what the shampoo actually had to offer. He shakes his head as he pops the lid open and brings it to your nose. 

“Does it smell good enough for you?” he asked, teasing laced in his words, but despite that he brought the bottle to his nose as well to inhale the light green apple smell. He relishes in the scent, imagining the way our hair would smell the same if you purchased this. 

“Ohh.. oh definitely, it smells so good. Give it here” you smile up at him and take the bottle to put in the cart. “I should ask you more often on this guru advice, Veritas, you’re more help than I gave you credit for” you playfully jab at him as you walk a few steps forward, looking at another section where bath salts and bath bombs lay. “Oh! Look at this!” you gleam as you pluck a round bath bomb colored blue. 

“Lavender?” Veritas asked as he came up next to you, choosing to ignore your initial jab. 

“Yeah. Lavender suits you, and it is a relaxing scent over all. Didn’t you run out of those bath salts too? We should get some new ones” you throw the bath bomb into the cart before he can reject it, but you make space for him to look over the other products, smiling up at him coyly as he gives you a daring look, yet you knew he meant no malice, he was being playful. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[krokusplays]

Welt Yang headcanon - 18+

Welt always makes sure you're alright.

He always checks in on you. No matter what he does to you. Whether he makes slow and gentle love to you, has you bent over his desk or fucks you roughly against the wall.

He whispers "are you alright, dear?" in your ear as he slows down to give you a break, a hoarse "still with me, love?" after he pulled another orgasm from you...

Sometimes you answer him with a clear "yes", other times you can only hold onto him in response, whimpering and twitching in his arms, or moan when he doesn't stop to touch or kiss you when he asks.

But he understands regardless. He knows you and your body's reactions to his touch, kiss and words without you uttering a single word.

And maybe, just maybe, he always asks not only out of concern but because he knows his words will have you writhe beneath him and he'll never get tired of that sight.

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THEIR FAVORITE BODYPART OF YOURS…

fandom. honkai star rail

pairing. blade, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, sampo, welt x fem!reader

content warnings. nsfw, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, heavy focus on bodypart for each character, mentions of oral, vaginal and unprotected sex, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.5k

notes. have this until i'm done with my other stuff ;-;

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ your eyes. [gepard]

he noticed them the moment he saw you. eyes wide in wonder, sparkling the moment you notice something of your interest— your eyes are truly the windows to your soul, leaving you bare before him. they shine with innocence and curiosity, something twisted in him wishes to corrupt. he wishes you would always look at him like this, eyes wide, with wonder, with love, with lust. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ your hands. [welt]

he always seems to be staring at them, your hands so much smaller than his, fingers dainty and skin untouched by hard labor or any injuries. you take care of them, your fingernails are always manicured, clean and shortly cut— something he approves of. he loves to trace mindless shapes on the back of your hands, kiss your fingertips, but he especially loves it when you wrap your soft hands around his cock, making him pant and moan with simple strokes. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ your mouth. [blade]

blade loves your mouth, running filthy with spitting insults and sassy remarks. he loves your mouth, those pouty lips when you don’t get what you want. he especially loves it when your mouth is full with his dick, lips stretched and shining with your spit. but what he loves the most are the sounds you make, gasps and moans when he fucks you stupid and choked whimpers when you try to take more than you actually can. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ your titts. [jing yuan]

he’s your typical boobs man. eyes dark when his hands always search for your breasts, fingers tweaking your sensitive nipples. jing yuan is mean about it, whispering filthy things, while you try not to show a reaction to his needy hands. but you fail every time, he just knows you too well. knows what he has to do, so you end up shaking beneath him— so he can admire your beautiful titts. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ your ass. [sampo]

he’s your typical ass man, absolutely obsessed with how the fat feels beneath his hand, no matter if he’s a bit rougher and slaps you, or simply lets his hands rest there. he praises you, running his mouth filthy, all while taking you from behind, eyes fixed on your ass— completely and utterly obsessed, and so proud that he can call you his (and of course your magnificent ass-)

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ your pussy. [dan heng]

there is something primal about dan heng the moment he sees your pussy bare. maybe it’s his instincts, screaming at him how he has to stuff you full, with his tongue, fingers, cock and cum. but maybe it’s just because your pussy is so pretty, glistening and glimmering under his attention, fluttering when you come with a choked moan. 

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ARKHAM MAID 2023

[dumplingsfordays]

stay still

welt x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - pure smut lol

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), oral (reader receiving), sub!reader, reader has female genitalia, welt is lowkey pussydrunk, swearing, praise (reader receiving), implied age gap, all characters 18+, mentions of c in p and thigh riding, dacryphilia a little, overstim

note - writer's block is hitting me like a truck lmao. also sorry for not writing that sweet bf fic that I mentioned in the passengerprincess!reader x blade post but yk what? i'm gonna do it at some point, but it's not going to be today.

art credit!

And as always, thank you for reading :)

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"Stay still, sweetheart," the older man warns in a baritone voice as your hips buck up.

He's got you laying down on the silken sheets, hair messily splayed out on the covers, your smaller hands running through his greyish-auburn locks with desperation clearly evident. You came twice already - one from riding his thigh and another from his cock slowly splitting you open thrust by thrust - and you were so sensitive that everything seemed almost hazy. Your eyes swam with tears at the overstimulation as Welt continued his ministrations, giving broad licks to your wet cunt and occasionally kissing the inside of your thigh.

"W-Welt," you tremble, voice wobbling, "please, 'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"Shh. You're doing so, so well, darling, just one more."

That's what he said a round ago, but you don't notice at all - you're too busy engulfed completely in blinding bliss as the older man grabs your hips, pulling your sweet pussy closer to him, and eats you out like a man starved. He's rough and gentle at the same time, if that's even possible - he's too far gone to even care about the translucent stickiness dripping down his chin. His eyes, half-lidded in ecstacy, are locked onto yours, observing and admiring your reactions. He gives a small kiss to your clit, which has you bucking up again.

"What did I tell you, sweetheart?" he scolds as he pulls away from your legs, holding your soft thighs down with his broad hands. "Stay still or you won't get a reward."

You sniffle and whine in response. "But I can't, just feels too good, please..."

"You can and you will. Just a little bit more, 'kay? Be a good girl for me."

He leans in once again - you can feel his hot breath against your cunny - and showers kisses on your lips, slowly creeping up to suck on your little pearl. You whimper when his lips latch on and Welt swears that his cock strains so hard against the bed when you do so.

When you finally wrap your thighs around his head from all the overwhelming pleasure, he groans into your pussy but continues lapping at your clit with renewed vigor. He then shifts down and starts to eat you out so sinfully yet so passionately, and by now, your pants and soft moans and whines fill the room. Welt can't hear any of it, though - he's in a state of bliss, focusing only on your sweet cunt.

As your orgasm nears with rapid speed you grab his hair once more, pressing his head down lightly. Your boyfriend gets the hint - he speeds up, filthy, wet noises fill the room as your back arches in blinding pleasure and you teeter on the edge. A single, long finger of his sliding into your pussy finally sends you over, that unimaginably sweet sensation overwhelming you and you crack, waves after waves of tears pouring out of your eyes like summer rain. Welt's praising you over and over again - you can feel his hot breath on your skin as he holds your thighs open to continue his ministrations until you physically can't anymore.

"Knew you could do it," he praises in that gravelly voice of his, looking up at you through his lashes, "such a good girl. So beautiful, look at you."

You sniffle as you come down from your high, and the man shifts up to lay beside you on the bed. He embraces you, caressing your collarbone with his rough thumb, travelling up your neck and to your chin, when he finally tilts your head to face him. You close your eyes when your lips meet in a quiet, loving kiss.

"God, am I a lucky man to have you," he sighs. You lean in and smile into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his big frame and he returns the favor with a caring gentleness.

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