Thinking about how Sunday would love tucking his head into your neck.
It made him feel safe and secure. Plus, it was a great spot to give small pecks and kisses when he was feeling particularly mischievous. It was his safe place.
However, there was the issue of his wings.
His beautiful wings were just too excitable for your liking. Sunday was a sensitive man, prone to getting overwhelmed by the slightest bit of emotion, including love.
It wasn't his fault! You were just too you! How was Sunday ever supposed to act when you let him so freely near such a vulnerable part of you? How you let him rain love upon you?
His wings would inevitably begin to flutter every. single. time. And every single time the feathers would brush against your neck and make you release a giggle or two. And god was it embarrassing for the Halovian. How could he, the previous head of the Oak family, be unable to control his own wings!
Yet, some selfish part of him relished in your laughter every time he wings began to flutter along your neck, tickling your senses and causing you to throw your head back in joy.
express / belobog - m!honkai star rail x chubby fem!reader
You keep your nails dug into his back even after the two of you finished
featuring. caelus, dan heng, welt yang, gepard landau, sampo koski, luka
cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). post-sex moments together, scratched-up back/nail markings, light humor
Caelus
He was giggling, face buried in your neck above, shoulders shaking with one arm still hooked around your thigh like he forgot it was there. Your nails were pressed deep into the muscles along his spine but he didn't seem to notice or care, too busy losing it against your collarbone.
"What is so funny right now?"
"Nothing. Nothing." He lifted his head. His eyes were watering. His hair looked like it had been through a wind tunnel. "It's just--your face. When you--at the end, you made this little--"
"Don't." you warned.
"--this tiny squeaking sound, like a--"
"CAELUS."
"--really cute teakettle."
You dug your nails into his back hard enough to leave more marks, and he yelped but grinned wider before dropping down against you. His chest pressed against yours, stomach to stomach, his weight resting on yours.
"I hate you," you said.
"You literally just screamed the opposite of that."
"Well I take it back."
"No takesies backsies. I have witnesses."
"WHO? We're alone."
"The plushie collection in the corner, obviously."
You grabbed his face and kissed him to make him stop talking, and it actually worked for a few seconds.
He pulled back with his lips still buzzing against yours, eyes bright and filled with adoration it made your ribs ache.
"Hey." His voice dropped. "You know I'm not laughing at you, right?"
"I know."
"I'm laughing because I'm happy." He clarified anyways. "You make me so stupidily happy and sometimes my brain just doesn't know what to do with that, so." He gestured vaguely. "Teakettle."
Your throat went tight. You pulled him down and pressed your forehead to his, your nails tracing soft lines along the scratches you'd already left.
"Cute teakettle," he corrected in a whisper.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Mmm, do that later. Let's nap first." He burrowed into you again, arms tightening with his nose pressed against your cheek. "You're my favorite pillow, you know that?"
You didn't say anything. Just held on. Nails in his back, heart in your throat.
He was asleep in two minutes.
Dan Heng
The room had gone quiet except for breathing.
Yours was still catching up but his had already settled within minutes, even now, even after all of that.
You would have found it irritating if you weren't so thoroughly spent.
He was still on top of you, holding some of his weight on his forearms, but enough that you felt pinned in the best possible way, his chest against yours, his hips still slotted between your thighs. Your arms were looped around his back. Your nails hadn't moved from where they'd dug in during the last few minutes, still pressed into his back in little crescent-moon clusters.
You loosened your grip slightly. "Sorry. Did I scratch you up again?"
"Yes." He said it like he was confirming the weather.
"Does it sting?"
"A little."
"Sorry."
"Don't be." His mouth was near your ear. "I could feel every time you got close... Your hands always tell me before your voice does."
Okay. Your face was on fire, but okay.
Your nails dragged a slow, absent path down the center of his back, and you felt his stomach tighten against yours. A controlled reaction from a controlled man.
"Like that?" you asked, and your voice came out braver than you felt.
He pulled back just enough to look at you. His lips were slightly swollen, eyes carrying that unguarded look he never let anyone else see. He studied you beneath him, flushed, full-bodied, breathing hard, still clinging to him like you'd dissolve if you let go.
"Close, try again..." he said quietly, and you dragged your nails from his shoulders to the small of his back.
His eyes closed and his hips pressed forward on reflex, the sound you made from that was embarrassing and involuntary yet you didn't care at all as his forehead dropped to yours.
"This is going to be a problem if the others find what you've left on me..." he murmured. But he was smiling, barely, just the corner of his mouth, and he didn't pull away.
Your nails dug in again without a word and cycle repeated.
Welt Yang
He rolled onto his side facing you, but you hadn't allowed the distance to last. You pulled yourself into him and hitched one thigh over his hip, arms circling his torso, your nails settling into his back like they'd been doing all night. Little half-moon marks layered over longer scratches.
His back held a map of every moment he made you lose your composure, which had been often.
Welt's arm draped over your waist as his thumb traced idle shapes against your hip.
"You're quiet," you said.
"I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"About the fact that you're still digging your nails into me yet I have no desire for you to stop."
You laughed and he watched with a particular expression that looked almost bewildered.
"I miiiight have gone overboard," you admitted. Your fingers walked gently across a raised scratches along his ribs. "You're going to look like you lost a fight."
"I did lose. Happily." His voice had dropped into that used-up, unhurried tone that made your brain go static. "You were saying things toward the end. Do you remember?"
Heat flooded your face. You remembered. You wished that you didn't.
"No."
"Liar." He was smiling now, laugh lines deepening. "You called me da--"
"If you finish that sentence I will smother you with this pillow."
"...Noted, I will refrain." He pulled you closer so that your whole body was flush against his before he kissed your forehead, then the bridge of your nose.
"For the record," he said against your skin, "I liked hearing it. All of it. Every sound you tried to hold back annnnnd every one you couldn't."
Your nails bit into his back again like a reflex, a response your body gave before your brain caught up.
His breath stuttered. Just once. Just loud enough for you to hear it.
Gepard Landau
He hadn't said a word in two minutes.
You were starting to worry. Gepard laid over you, forehead resting against your shoulder, one hand braced beside your head, and he was breathing hard. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist with your nails were buried in the planes of his back.
You lost your sense of restraint somewhere around the third time he made you finish before he did.
"Hey." You loosened one hand and touched his hair. Damp at the temples, sticking up in three directions. "You okay?"
He nodded against your shoulder. Swallowed hard enough that you heard it.
"Gepard, words please."
"I'm--yes." His voice came out wrecked. Completely wrecked. Captain of the Silvermane Guards, steady and unshakable, and you had taken him apart with your bare hands. "I'm okay... just need a minute."
You bit your lip against a smile. "Take your time."
He exhaled long and slow, then finally lifted his head. His face was flushed all the way past his ears. His eyes were glassy and half-focused and looked at you with nothing short of abdoration.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.
"No."
"You're sure? Near the end I wasn't--I lost track of--"
"Sweetie." You cupped his face with both hands. "You were perfect."
He closed his eyes, and a muscle in his jaw clenched. When he opened them again they were suspiciously bright.
"Don't you dare cry," you whispered.
"I'm not crying."
"Your eyes are wet."
"That's--I don't--" He dropped his face back into your shoulder. His voice came out muffled and indignant. "I just didn't expect it to feel like that."
Your nails traced slow, tender paths across the marks you left on his back. He shivered under your hands, and his arm slid beneath you, gathering you against his chest.
"Next time," he said quietly into your neck, "don't hold back."
Your heart tripped. "I wasn't though."
He pulled back. Looked at you. A slow, disbelieving smile broke across his face--shy and proud.
"Oh," he said.
Sampo Koski
"So are you going to let go, or have you decided I'm your personal scratching post permanently? I mean either way, I'm flattered."
Sampo's grin was audible. You didn't need to see his face to know exactly what it looked like--smug, flushed, extremely pleased with himself. He was propped over you on one elbow, his free hand tracing a lazy figure-eights on your hip, and he hadn't stopped talking since the two of you finished.
Your nails were still embedded in his back, and not gently either.
"You're the one who hasn't moved," you pointed out.
"Why would I? The view from here is incredible." His gaze dropped slowly and deliberately and you yanked him down by the shoulders before he could make it into a whole production.
"Shut up."
"Make me," he winked.
"I already did. Twice."
That actually stopped him for a second before he leaned into you and laughed against your neck.
"Fair point. You absolutely did." His teeth grazed your jaw. "Though I'd argue the second time more of a collaborative effort."
Your nails raked a fresh path down his spine and his back arched, pressing himself even closer, hissing lightly at the sting.
"You keep doing that," he breathed, "and we are not getting sleep anytime soon."
"Promise?"
His head came up, eyes blown wide, hair a disaster, that infuriating mouth hanging slightly open. He lifted himself up and stared at you beneath him--all flushed and equally marked up and completely uninterested in letting him go.
"Oh," he said softly. "Oh, you're going to ruin me for anyone else aren't you?"
"Thought you liked that."
"I love it. That's the problem." He kissed you messily, grinning into it, one hand sliding under the curve of your lower back to pull you up against him. You arched into it and your nails found new terrain along his shoulder blades.
He groaned into your mouth.
"Ruin away," he murmured. "I'll send you the bill."
Luka
His forehead rested against yours, eyes still closed, his breath still finding its way back to even. The mechanical arm hummed faintly where it was braced beside your head. His other hand was curled around your waist, thumb tracing absent circles into your skin.
Your nails were still in his back. You were gentler toward the end, but you left real damage earlier, long lines raked between his shoulder blades, clusters of crescent moons along his ribs.
Every time you shifted your fingers now, his breath would catch just slightly.
"You good?" you murmured.
He opened his eyes and looked at you like you had done something miraculous to him.
"Yeah." His voice was rough. Lower than usual, stripped of its bounce. "Really good."
You dragged your nails lightly up his spine and he exhaled through his teeth, dropping his head to brush his lips on your collarbone.
"Those are gonna be there for a while," he said against your skin. Almost like he was confirming it to himself rather than complaining.
"Does it bother you?"
He pulled back enough to look at you, the flush on his skin went all the way down his neck, and his red hair stuck to his temples in dark wet streaks. He looked your face, your swollen mouth, the marks he left along your neck that you hadn't noticed yet--and smiled.
"Nothing about us bothers me," he said it plainly.
"Luka--"
"I mean it." His thumb stopped its circles. Pressed flat, holding you now.
"Stay tonight," you said.
"Wasn't planning on going anywhere." He grinned, lopsided but a little overwhelmed still. He kissed the corner of your mouth. Then your jaw. Then the spot below your ear that made your fingers spasm against his back.
"There," he murmured. "Found it again."
"Found what?"
"The thing that makes you hold onto me tighter." He pulled back just far enough to look pleased with himself. "I've been keeping track."
Your nails dug in and he laughed against your skin, staying exactly where he was.
a/n. Starting off with the OG's. Going to hopefully start Planarcadia before next week saps my brain.
I have always enjoyed creating content because i genuinely love the game and the lovely community. My goal has always been to share that passion through art that brings excitement and enjoyment to fellow players.
I was deeply disappointed by the recent announcement. Many players were eagerly looking forward to valko, and the sudden decision has left a large part of the community feeling disheartened. Seeing so many passionate players affected by this has also been difficult for me as a creator, I sincerely hope it gets resolved soon. I truly want to continue creating content that brings positivity.
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deep breath YAY! I've finally finished drawing my beloved Doctor, hehehe. It took all my energy and a couple of weeks (due to work commitments, but still). And yet, here he is, drawn. I'm pleased! I was too lazy to draw the background, and I'm not good at it, so I just filled it with green for some color.
I totally love how I drew his hair btw!
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