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♫ 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚… 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 — stories about what they do (to you) after having caught you wearing thigh highs.

jing yuan, sunday, anaxagoras, mydei, phainon.

contents: female reader smut / Jing Yuan eats you out / AE! Sunday / grinding / Anaxa plays a game with you / rough sex / mentions of reader having an ex-stalker in Mydei’s / size kink / worship / fingering in front of the mirror / established relationship / not suitable for minors.

JING YUAN

Being a person who was prone to always being cold was a bother following you instantly. The house you lived in with Jing Yuan had its heating system; however, you were still sensitive to the way your own body circulated warmth.

That’s why you were finding yourself in possession of new, warm socks to wear under shirts you liked to lounge in — a thicker, knit material, in a burgundy red as it reminded you of your husband’s ribbon that adorned his hair everyday. Your intention in acquiring these was that innocent…

…but your husband, he could never take things making you look so damn tasty innocently. So when he’s returned home, greeting you with a call of your name through the front door, and happily stomping into the living room to find his wife he could keep having crush on over and over, he was surprised to be hit with a specific sight when entering the living room. You, seated on the couch with tea to drink, all comfortable and warm in this… red daring to provoke a bull.

He’s never seen you wear something like this before, and while not made to look like lingerie, it didn’t make his mouth any less dry. He couldn’t tell what it was — these socks teasing him by showing off some small part of your thigh, them hugging your legs nicely, them being in his favorite color worn on you — but oh, you have messed up.

“My darling…” he finally said in surprise, his golden eyes turning from mellow to focused and sharp in lust. When you turned to look at him, you still didn’t notice the effect you had on him, thinking it’s just a new thing about you for him to find interest in and analyze; always curious about his spouse. “I’m glad to see you back safely, Jing Yuan,” you said with a smile, and he only nodded in acknowledgment.

He slowly started to remove his equipment, and when you were watching what was on the screen as you waited for him to join, you didn’t notice how his eyes didn’t leave you… or rather your legs; not for even a single moment.

And when he finally moved, you were deprived of your cup as he placed it on the coffee table, about to be kneeling down between your legs instead of sitting on the couch next to you.

“Jing Yuan?” you asked, tad confused.

“Hmm, darling?” he murmured and placed his hand on your thigh, his fingers brushing across the line between your bare and clothed thigh. The touch inspired sensitivity under your skin, naturally, yet this touch was still brushed off as an affectionate gesture.

“Aren’t you going to sit down next to me?”

He looked up at you, and you gulped when finally having noticed how dark his expression has become. “Well, I was planning to make us dinner first thing after returning to you, but I think I’ve been blessed with a treat first… rather naughty to eat your candy before dinner, but I’m sure you won’t mind.”

Your mind was trying to make sense of his words, and you quickly came to the realization he wanted you to see. “You… you are a shameless man of my husband,” you huffed in response, though both of you knew it’s more of banter than you scolding him — you just couldn’t resist calling him out on his obsession with you, despite being very interested in what pleasure he could bring you.

Jing Yuan smiled as if proud and not ashamed in any way, “You can’t stop a hungry man from eating.” With that said, he was spreading your legs, before throwing them over his shoulders and dragging your body for your torso to rest more on the bottom of the couch, and only your head was against the back — of course he couldn’t have denied himself of the feeling of these thigh highs clad legs over his shoulders, so here you were.

Your stomach clenched in anticipation when he pulled down your panties, you being not at all mad at him for his sudden attack— maybe him getting off to everything you wore was a bit perverse, but that’s how far his desire went, and the more he loved you, the more he wanted you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day…” he muttered against the skin on the inside of thighs he kissed — more heatedly than usual. “Though, I was inherently more… restrained in my thoughts, thinking of how we can spend our time together relaxing, but…” his lips wandered too high, “… you just had to wear something like this for when I come home, and ruin our plans.”

“Blame yourself, not me,” you bit back, and gasped when his tongue licked on your clit.

“Oh, I’m not blaming you. I know who I am, my darling wife,” he groaned and was soon landing his lips against your pussy, quickly making it wet — both from saliva and your own juices. When you pulled onto his hair, the only thing you could hold onto, his hands squeezed on your thighs and he became rougher with his mouth.

When noticing one of these socks was rolling down, he swiftly adjusted them back — these were going to stay on the entire time, and he’ll put them back on their rightful place as many times as he needs.

Through the block of your ears created by your pleasure, you still heard the obnoxious sounds of slurping, smacking and stirring — Jing Yuan was even worse with you than usual. You were a gone person when he stuck his tongue inside your hole while sucking on your clit with his lips at the same time, and he didn’t even have to use his fingers as usual.

You awoke something in Jing Yuan when wearing these thigh highs, but you couldn’t even regret it.

SUNDAY

Your boyfriend you’ve been dating in secret was being late. Of course you could have just announced your relationship to the rest of the Astral Express crew, but… you both knew they wouldn’t really give you any rest about this, always inquiring about you two. So private it was, at least for now.

It was so unlike Sunday to be late, a man always accurate with his schedule even if trying to fight his obsessive behavior, that you were suspecting something must have stopped him.

Kicking your feet while sitting on your bed, you were getting quite bored and impatient, until the door has finally slid open.

As Sunday saw you, for some reason, he turned his head slightly to the side, as if avoiding looking at you — was this shame? Embarrassment you saw? “My apologies, I had to… help Mr. Yang with something.”

“Odd”, you thought of his behavior, and couldn’t help but curiously ask to clear out your confusion, “That’s okay, what were you helping him with?”

You could see him being surprised by the question, as if not prepared to be giving a right answer. “Just… some cleaning duties.”

“But your cleaning share was yesterday,” you pointed out, now very aware he was lying to you for some reason. Why was he behaving with such trepidation?

“Yes, but I was doing extra he—”

“Liar,” you said bluntly unbelieving with his body language, and he sighed, finally turning to look at you. “You got me there. I was indeed lying,” he admitted, unable to be this unfair with you. Your face softened, giving him a benefit of doubt.

“I’m rather confused, Sunday. What could you possibly were doing that you had to hide from me? You seem rather agitated.”

Sunday gulped, his eyes glancing at your lower body, slightly flushed, before up at your face. “Well… truth to be told, I’m simply not used to seeing you wearing such skirts. I was afraid I’d behave inappropriately around you and make you feel uncomfortable.”

It was true that the skirt you wore today was much shorter than usual length, all ruffled and lacy, but you didn’t expect him to be scared of you. He’s seen women in skirts like this all the time, but was nothing but respectful; yet with you, he was acting as if he’s never seen a woman before. You were rather intrigued, not offended by your clothes making him feel aroused — you were now aroused yourself. “Do you like it? I know I normally wear simpler variations of skirts, but March 7th wanted me to try it on, and I think I quite like it.”

Sunday managed to gather courage to answer, his voice now more low, “Oh, I see. Yes, you look very nice in this skirt…” not to mention the blue tights under it, a shade pale and almost grey he liked a lot.

“Thank you. Now, will you finally spend time with me?” you teased.

He wondered how he can survive sitting next to you, but he also didn’t want to be rude, so he finally placed himself on your bed. And as usual you liked to do, you sat down on his lap, wanting to be close… if it wasn’t a mistake, as his breath got stuck in his throat and he tensed up. His hands froze in the air, before he hesitantly put them on your waist. That face of his was tomato red already, especially when feeling your body against his — normally seen as warm and affectionate, now he couldn’t help but feel stir in his abdomen.

He cleared his throat, not wanting to make this awkward for you — that is, if you weren’t enjoying this. “I missed you—” his words were cut off as he noticed something. With your skirt having rode up, he realized it wasn’t tights but thigh highs you were wearing, showing off your thigh flesh above the line of material’s ending.

“Did March 7th make you wear these too?” he asked, his voice nervous again. “Yes, she said they would match the skirt.”

“That they do…” he whispered, and his hand skimmed over the material — thinner nylon, see through. “I’ll have to admit that such things do fit you, my love.” Sunday was still shaken up by the sight, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t benefit him; the sight worth of worship and utmost attention.

And when you were feeling him grow hard under you, you teased him further by grinding against his bulge, his hands now almost suffocating you from the surprise. Too intense, too sudden, too desperate—

You were quickly finding yourself pinned down under him on your bed, with his expression both heated and loving. “Please excuse me for such rashness, but it cannot be helped,” and with that, he was kissing you like a starved man; but as tenderly.

ANAXAGORAS

The emerald green high thighs you owned were just something you have knitted in your free time, wanting something warm for chiller nights. You didn’t think much of them, seeing them as more practical to put under your nightgown especially with their simple design, so when you walked into your shared bedroom you didn’t expect any bigger reaction from Anaxa.

You were wrong. His eye widened, and he looked at you in surprise; then the gaze shifted into an interest — you could expect he was coming up with some idea in his mind already. “I wasn’t aware you’re a fan of such garments, dear.” He then patted the space on bed next to him, the right side you always sleep on.

“I’m not, really,” you admitted, feeling sort of self conscious at being scrutinized this way. As you settled down, you spoke again, “I was just experimenting, wanting something warm and cozy for nights, you know?”

He smiled a little after sitting up, even if his eye told a different story. “Oh, I’m well aware you can do well in arts of knitting. However, I still didn’t expect you to come up with something so… enticing.”

As you cocked your brow, not agreeing at their structure being that attractive, you felt his hand run from your knee up your thigh, making your breath hitch. Still, you weren’t willing to give in so easily. “They’re not meant to be exciting. Are you sure you’re not some sort of pervert?” you said bluntly, making him chuckle. Oh, how much he loved when you bantered with him like this.

“I think being attracted to my own partner is only healthy, not ‘perverse’, as you describe,” he teased. “And if I’m a pervert, then so you are, as I’ve nothing the way you eye my hands sometimes.”

“But hands can be used for sexual ac—” you were ready to win this debate, but he came up with a better response. “Stockings too, my dear. There’s lingerie, no?”

You groaned, shaking your head at his words. “Whatever. In any case, that my intention still wasn’t to provoke.”

“Which doesn’t mean we can’t experiment a little,” he said with a low rumble, his fingers going higher and higher; enjoying the little tensing of your thighs. “Tell me what do you think we should do next, my little scholar.”

You didn’t expect this, but you’d be a fool to say you’re not in love with the games you two would often come up with. “I think… that you should feel the material first. Tell me if the weave is right.”

“Hmm…” he pretended to ponder over the quality of your labor, as he moved his hand up and down, causing chill through your skin. He nodded. “Yes, I think it’s quite neat enough.”

“Then… can you put your hand under the band? I just want to see if it’s not too tight?” you said innocently. “Of course.” His hand slipped under the hem, and the fact he was finally touching your skin was making you feel more desperate than usual — just a mere touch of your high, yet so anticipated when you took the foreplay slowly. He snapped the band back, clapping against your skin and making you flinch. “You’ve got a head for mathematics as these fit perfectly. What’s next?” he drawled out.

“You…” you started, feeling more and more excited — he too, though he was better at hiding it. “… should put my legs over your hips to see if the friction isn’t too rough against your skin, should we… cuddle.” Anaxa had to laugh a little, surprised at your wit you came up with to get to the best part so quickly.

“Alright.” He grabbed onto your hips, maneuvering you to be on your back and him between your legs. His legs stuck out from under his robes, now being scratched from your socks. “Now, let’s see…”

With a grab of your waist, he started to drag you back and forth against his crotch, making you both gasp.

MYDEI

You were perhaps insane, Mydei worried. For a while, you have had a weird “fan” who kept sending you all kinds of gifts, and while the man was finally chased (threatened) away by Mydei, the gifts has built up. And what did you decide to do? Wear one of the gifts — pink thigh high stockings, made of thick elastic material and the ends with a white lace, covered with a dress you wore today.

“Why on Amphoreus would you wear something given to you by your stalker?” he asked suspiciously, wondering if you were actually into the man who gave you unpleasant attention — that would hurt his feelings. However, it didn’t mean a sight of you wearing these didn’t make him feel hot. He stood in front of you sitting in bed after you put these on, his arms crossed like of a disappointed parent.

“Because I want to feel as if I’m retaking control after the incident, and as if I’m turning something negative into positive,” you replied, your voice awkward. Mydei’s face softened, realizing this was your way of comforting yourself after the ordeal — that, he couldn’t deny you of.

“I see, that does make sense. In that case…” he almost growled, realizing it was a chance for both of you. He put his knees on the edge of the bed and crawled towards you, making your heart racing in trepidation. “… l will help you retake that control with honor.” You knew that look well, and besides being comforted by his offer, you felt even more horny — so much more than on any other day, it was almost embarrassing.

“That alright with you?” he asked, lowering his head to kiss along your leg. When you uttered ‘yes’, he was quick to pull your underwear down and play with your clit while his lips kept teasing your leg. You were so wet already, making him realize there were emotions involved too — the desire for comfort was turning into real desire.

“Someone’s desperate,” he teased with a smile, his two fingers parting your folds, before pushing them inside of your hole and making you gather bedsheets onto your hands. “M-Mydei…” you weren’t even feeling strong enough to taunt him back as usual, your mind clouded with another urge as his fingers worked faster inside of you and the thumb provoked the clit to feel as if being stabbed with many needles of pleasure. “Please, I can’t wait.” You knew normally would need more prep for his size, but with how pent up you were, you were intensely wet and relaxed enough. “I can take it. Just, please…”

The smile quickly died and those eager eyes turned into a dangerous sight. He couldn’t deny himself, not you either.

“Fine. I trust your judgment, my love,” he said with a shaky exhale.

Before you knew it, he was getting rid of your dress and flipping you both for him to be on his back and for you to rest on his hips. “Come on, the throne is yours,” he teased once again, no matter his hands were barely able to not squeeze the life out of you on your waist. “Don’t be cocky…” you muttered, and your trembling hands positioned his tip against your weeping hole.

But your slow movements wouldn’t do — he has learned to know that he shouldn’t make you wait, aware it’s better to get done with it before you’d start panicking about his size — so he helped you impale yourself on him, before snapping you down and making you scream. His body convulsed under you, with you both of losing your minds from the beginning — you were so full and he was so wrapped by you, squeezing so hard he almost thought of pulling out. “That’s it…” he groaned out a praise, and let you bounce yourself off of him with him helping you by thrusting into you from below.

The view he had was simply beautiful — and after that stalker was taken care of, those stockings made you even more beautiful. Among your moans and his curses echoing against the walls of your room, he couldn’t help but slip his hands under the material, stroking your skin here.

PHAINON

You liked to believe you were rather aware of the extent of your fiancé’s affection and devotion for you, but you have been proven wrong every time he came up with a new idea of proving those qualities to you.

Because putting pretty white thigh high socks made out of lace with a beautiful pattern, ended with small silk ribbons at the top where your skin was starting to show was a one thing, if that’s all you were made to wear. However, it also shouldn’t have lead you to end up sitting in front of the mirror; with him behind you having you enveloped against his own bare form — Phainon finding a delight in skin to skin experience too.

The setting giving you embarrassing sensation as besides the fact that’s all you were wearing, he had your legs spread, making you see all of your vulnerable crevices of your body — and on top of that, you were stripped to be entirely shameless when you could see your pussy glisten in the frame already.

“Is this method really necessary?” you asked with some shyness trembling your voice, the coldness of tiles soon to be sweaty and wet not helping either. Your body had to be shuddering as his hands played with the inside of your thighs, squeezing and kneading; Phainon fixated on the way some of the fat slightly spilled out of the band and was gathered into a bigger roll mirrored for his eyes. “Yes… very necessary,” he answered, his own voice flushed, but by lust for you and thoughts of how gorgeous you were like this, all displayed for him. He eagerly drank in your expressions in the mirror, catching your almost incoherent gaze and holding it here. “I just… want, no, need for you to see how beautiful you are, my muse. My praises I keep giving you everyday are not exaggerated, hence I need them to be proven for you.”

“Especially beautiful when you are wrecked in pleasure…” he murmured and kissed the side of your neck, specifically a sensitive spot he attacked on purpose — he reveled in the fact he knew everything about your body.

His cock poked you from behind when he heard your whimper, followed by your moan when his finger circled on your pearl. “See? It feels good, doesn’t it?” he praised, and smiled warmly when you nodded.

“Then, please look at yourself,” he requested, and slipped another finger into you. Your hips jerked and you leaned back against him even more, seeing him stir the wetness inside of you and your clit becoming puffy.

His free hand, it kept gliding across your thigh and gently pinching, space especially tingly when doing it on the inside part of the leg.

As you started to move your hips on your own, watching your hole swallow the finger with you wanting to be good for him and let him guide you, he rewarded you with third finger he thrusted slowly with fingertips attacking that spot. “Phainon…” you gasped, and he was making sure to look at your face — so perfect, your eyes gathering tears, your lips parted and becoming swollen from blood rushing everywhere, your eyes hazed and definitely showing how much you thought of him.

“Yes, I’m here for you, my pretty,” he rested his chin on your shoulder, keeping you even closer, as he watched the painting he had created in the reflection of the mirror.

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baeshijima · 7 months ago

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thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

#sophie talks : concepts <3 #sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #guys i put too much work and brainpower into this just to be kept on the blog i needed to let it outhl #sighs i need to write a proper long one shot of this or like a (mini) series bc the brainworms.... are brainworming #mainly bc there are sooo many plot points i could incorporate #like… gopher uses u as a bargaining chip bc he notices sunday not being as active as well as his growing feelings for u and wants to #manipulate the beginnings of his development before it gets too far #cue u snapping him out of it or opening his eyes to humanity by fighting back or smth #anyway barks at manhwa tragic duke villain manipulated sunday x transmigrated a lil dense saviour complex reader + arranged marriage #also this turned out way longer than the 2 paragraphs i had in mind what the fuck #hes a tad unhinged but tbh why wouldnt he be 🧍‍♀️#also i spent like 2 hours on this and its nearly 4 am so... eepy time.... dreaming of this sunday.... honk shoo honk shoo...

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