I Lost The War And Now Stafka Stellekafka Stellafka Has Me By The Neck

i lost the war and now stafka stellekafka stellafka has me by the neck

— perfect

your parents believed you were destined for each other, though it would seem they hadn't taken into account your differing ideals.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.2k wc, fluff, arranged!marriage au, basically arranged partners-to-strangers-to-lovers, jing yuan in denial until he can... no longer deny it

A/N : this was supposed to be a one paragraph brainrot. what happened.

when you first heard of your prospective marriage partner, you didn't feel all that much for him. granted, there was only so much you could feel when listening to your parents ramble on. he was supposedly the son of a family friend — the ones who served the realm-keeping commission. he was set to graduate the academy in a few months, but that's all you really paid attention to before tuning out.

it wasn't long when you finally met, and you soon discovered you didn't mind him as much as you'd thought. well, that was until you took note of the clear lack of interest he held for you (for anything since you saw him, for that matter). he was aloof, never speaking more than a couple words before turning away and focusing on something else. with the boundaries clear alongside his lack of interest, you decided it wasn't worth the effort. your parents will just have to deal with it.

the next you heard of him was a few months later, the day after his graduation. apparently, he had enlisted into the cloud knights and was now part of their ranks.

your parents called it rebellious, you called it escaping his fate.

you don't see nor hear from him for a couple of years, instead finding out his achievements through gossipmongers and the occasional exaggerated tales you hear on your strolls. at least he's out there making a name for himself and doing what he loves, free and unshackled at the hands of fate.

he bumps into you when he's on patrol on the luofu, and at first he thinks it to be you trying to reach out again, only to be stumped at the uninterested — dare he say, annoyed — look you give him before stalking away in the opposite direction. but he shrugs it off thinking you had a bad day, returning to his duties in maintaining the peace of the luofu.

he runs into you again when you're out food shopping. it's a complete and utter coincidence you're both in the same place once more; you out on errands while he is on duty. oddly enough, he's doused in a wave of peace and content from just watching you from afar, the knowledge that he is capable of protecting you has him prouder than he'd like to admit.

that doesn't last for long, however, for you suddenly shift in place, your expression now more clear than it was earlier. jing yuan's heart stops then, plummeting into an abysmal pit as his eyes zero in on the new expression. your smile is far more beautiful than anything he could ever hope to imagine.

(in a trance, he wonders if you would ever direct that smile towards him.)

it's not until a little later he finds himself wondering about how you're faring, having half the mind to reach out through a letter before ultimately scrapping the idea. after all, he has to focus on his training, not over his arranged partner who probably doesn't even want him after that stunt he pulled all those years ago (he wouldn't either, if he were in your shoes).

and so he ignores the ache in his heart when he spots you from his peripherals. he ignores the urge to abandon his post and remove the bags from your grip and transfer them into his own. he ignores the desire to have a proper conversation with you, one that doesn't result in him being tongue-tied and you annoyed. he ignores the desperation surging through his nerves to hold your hand in front of everyone, wondering what your skin would feel like against his calloused palms.

he ignores it all, and he ignores it well.

so why is it now he finds himself breaking into a sprint after catching a glimpse of your side profile, ignoring the calls of his fellow knights in fear of losing you — the chance to finally speak to you and settle this once and for all because screw it. screw his hesitation, screw his yearning — screw it all!

when he finally reaches you he's at a loss, the words which once seemed so clear in his mind now fizzled out on the tip of his tongue. it's laughable, really, how he's praised for being quick-witted and yet he's reduced to nothing but a gaping mess in your presence. so he just stares at you with a heaving chest, your furrowed countenance making his heart stutter more than it really should.

it's not until you turn to leave that he panics, latching onto your wrist in a last-ditch attempt as a strangled "wait!" flies past his lips. you don't recoil from his touch, so he supposes that's a good thing, even if your glare is anything but that.

"i... i want to apologise for how we started off," he stutters, tripping over his words as he lays himself bare, exposing his heart for you to judge; for you to determine whether he is worthy enough to be by your side. there's so much more for him to say — so much more he wants, no, needs to get off his chest before you slip away yet again.

should he start off with how he could only speak a couple of words when you first met because he feared stumbling over his words and making a fool of himself? or should he say he wanted to build up his courage before facing you, and that part of his reasoning to join the knights was in hopes of finding that? (although it was a bit of a belated realisation, but no one's keeping track!) oh, or should he start off with—

"is that all you have to say?" your voice is smoother than he last remembers, though maybe it's the fact he's only ever heard you speak directly to him a couple of times, having heard your voice when on patrol more than he has face to face. if it weren't for you clearing your throat, jing yuan would have forgotten to answer.

he quickly snaps himself out of his trance, pushing down the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. "if it's alright with you, would you..." he gulps in apprehension, chest constricting as he fumbles to regather his thoughts. he sucks in a breath and lifts his head to meet your gaze, revelling in your slightly widening eyes. "if it's alright with you, would you like to start over again?"

silence ripples between you after his words. can you hear his heart hammering behind his sternum? can you see his breaths quicken in anticipation? can you feel his hand become unbearably warm against the skin of your wrist?

oh god he hopes not.

but then your voice ceases his thoughts, your amused smile doing little to help his above mentioned symptoms. "i'm [name]. it's nice to meet you," your voice trails off a little, and he doesn't bother hiding the growing smile when he realises what you're doing.

and so he eagerly plays along, losing himself in the warmth you provide when you slip your hand into his.

"i am jing yuan. and... likewise, [name]."

(jing yuan decides the sensation of your skin against his calloused palms is unlike anything he's felt before. if he had to put it into words, he would say it's perfect.)

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rage, love, lust.

head empty. just having sex with star rail ladies <3

includes; kafka, tingyun, himeko, serval, natasha, bronya

; nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (giving & recieving) vaginal fingering, strap-on fucking, sadism, cunnilingus, squirting, nipple play, slight exhibitionism, thigh grinding, dirty talk, praise talk(?) reader is implied to have big "ample" boobies on tingyun's part

btw look who just came back to life and decided to post her filthy thoughts🥱🥱 my bad if there are grammatical errors and such, i was fueled by horniness alone because hot women equals neuron activate

KAFKA who loves being in control. emphasis on love.

you adorably squirming underneath her scrutinizing gaze is exactly just what she needs after a long, hard day of tiresome work. something that she looks forward to each time she awakes—something that she constantly thinks and anticipates about throughout her day.

her cute and pliant little bunny all ready and pampered for her to devour, moans and whimpers escaping your pretty lips for her to swallow down her throat as her tongue clashes against yours in a heated display of dominance.

she quietly eyes your flushed face when you pull away for a breath of air, before going back down to business once more after a couple seconds of hungrily staring at your panting lips. you'll forgive her even if it was a bit rash—pardon her for being so utterly obsessed, will you?

luscious and wet lips she chases with her own—wandering hands making sure to caress every nook and cranny of your curves—breasts pressed up against each other as you feverishly kiss each other stupid, earning a hearty laugh from the woman propped above you.

her thigh nudges itself between yours as she pulls away from your mouth, making an obscene show of a string of saliva connecting you both, to which she cuts with a twirl of her tongue—before licking and sucking hickies at the lush space of your collarbone, her lipstick hue smudging onto your blazing hot skin.

“so good for me, aren't you, dearest?” she mutters against your chest, undoing your clothes one by one as she inches closer down to your abdomen, breath hot against your bare skin. she throws your clothing onto the pile forming at the floor, shortly becoming forgotten as she grazes her teeth against your thighs.

you practically melt under her touch, muscles relaxing once she slowly starts pulling down your panties, hand immediately cupping your heat as she sends a warning gaze towards you—maneuvering her middle finger between your walls, collecting the slick forming as she rides it up to your clit, before erotically bringing it up to her lips to suck it clean, right before your very eyes.

“just sit still and accept everything i'm about to offer. all that awaits you is a bountiful reward if you keep being the obedient bunny that you are.” and so you do.

TINGYUN who just adores seeing tears stream down your face. your usual doe eyes now clouded with lust and desire as they pleadingly stare into hers.

throwing a short glance at the headboard where your hands are conveniently tied to, she can't help the mischievous grin that creeps up on her face as she watches you struggle against her skillful hands.

playing with your hardened nipples through your thin shirt is one of her favourite pastimes, unfortunately for you. no amount of crying nor begging would be able to compare nor match up to the satisfaction she gets from you lolling your tongue out at the absurd overstimulation of your nipples.

“t-tingyun, please—” you attempt to plead.

“no~pe!” she giggles a little too sweetly for someone who's currently torturing you. her soft palms cascading over the fat of your ample breasts as a content sigh leaves her lips, beautifully manicured fingers gliding over your sensitive nubs as you tremble in her hold.

“you didn't wear a bra today, darling.” she casually mentions with that honeyed voice of hers as your cunt clenches at the mere tone of it. “you were practically asking for me to play with you.”

she catches you off–guard by enclosing one of your nipples in her warm mouth, her wet tongue now swirling against the tip of your nipple as it intensifies the butterflies in your stomach, aching pussy now fluttering from the action alone.

she subtly suckles on your boob with a grin, deliberately ignoring the saliva that seeps into your shirt, a free hand of hers groping at the other whilst her eager tongue laps up your abused nipple in a way that leaves you breathless, hips bucking up to meet some type of friction out of desperation.

your unfocused gaze catches the uncontrolled wagging of her fox tail, along with the twitch of her ears each time you let out a moan particularly louder than the last, your breasts getting devoured by her hungry lips as she continues to constantly gauge out your high pitched mewls and gasps.

“mmh—i just love you and your expressions! keep enduring more of this—” her knee raises to nudge at your crotch audaciously, her grin widening as she notes the way your hips stuttered at the slight contact, “—and i'll give you what you really want later, got it?”

HIMEKO who presses sweet kisses to your neck as she plays with your puffy cunt, knuckles deep into your velvety walls that has you reeling against the bed, back arching at the way she somehow manages to prod your sweet spot each time her fingers move.

“you seem to like this so much, don't you?” she huffs out a small chuckle against the lobe of your ear, before sucking it into her mouth as you nod in confirmation towards her pointed question. “you're ruining my glove, you know~”

she chuckles hotly when you clench on her fingers again, the satin fabric of her glove granting you the perfect balance of friction and lushness, her fingers plunging themselves into your hole as she claws at your walls.

complaining about the sharpness of her nails urged you to ask her to wear gloves—a decision you certainly don't regret at all. and you know very well that even if himeko complained about it being dirty, she's more than likely enjoying this as much as you are— if not, then perhaps even more.

you moan as she moves down and suckles onto one of your breasts, taking it all into her mouth as her tongue moves against your erect nipple, sending a mind shattering shudder down your spine.

scissoring her fingers inside your pussy, she stays latched onto your boobs as you thrash around on her bed, your toes curling in on itself as you watch the way her fingers disappear with each plunge she drops into your cunt, clearly mocking the way it sounds with the way she's grinning against your tits.

the softness of her mattress is ruined as you take as much of her sheets into your palm, you other hand buried in her hair to keep her head still against your chest. you whine breathily as she pulls away from your abused tit.

“now, now...should i add another finger? or...” she moves up to your ear, whispering seductively and lowly to gauge out more of your adorable reactions—“should we really get down to business?”

SERVAL who just loves burying her favourite strap into your pussy. loves that her workshop is empty and quiet except for the noises you're making so cutely.

still managing to sound so coherent with the way you call out her name, her hips pounding against yours while she grips your waist so tightly that you squirm, tongue lolling out as you take in the expanse of her dildo, uncaring of the spit you're drooling all over the floor of her workshop table.

your nipples are hard and erect against the cold wood work of her counter, her fingers tangled in your hair to keep you still atop of it, ass and pussy out for her strap to fuck heedlessly.

“you like that huh, slut?” she purrs against your ear, her own breasts pressing against your bare back as she leans down, hips snapping against yours faithfully. your face burning as your ass cheeks lewdly clap against the skin of her bare hips. “of course ya' like it rough, huh? always the masochist.”

her strap is too big in your opinion—but it wholeheartedly doesn't matter when it constantly hits the sweetest spots of your insides, plush walls fluttering on the plasticity of her cock.

you yelp when she harshly brings down a hand to your ass, the slap sounding throughout her workshop that it's almost embarrassing. what if you were to be heard?

“i can practically smell your fear.” she laughs as she continues to pound into your pussy, almost salivating at the recoil of your ass as she does so. “so what if we're heard us from the inside? atleast they know you belong to me.”

oh lord. your cunt flutters at the thought of being caught. the image your ex-architect girlfriend destroying your pussy like there's no tomorrow—would it surface rapidly in the ocean of scandalous acts? how would her brother react? hah...

you whimper when you feel your knot come undone in your stomach, creaming on her strap as you shake uncontrollably.

but your girlfriend doesn't stop plunging her cock into your pussy, heck, she chuckles when you grow limp for a moment—not too long before you're back to moaning like a bitch in heat once more when your high dissipates.

she presses a kiss to the side of your head, “still a few more rounds to go, pretty girl.”

NATASHA who sweetly whispers good nothings onto your ear, riling you up while she gropes at your body in her hold.

her plump lips travel down from the curve of your neck, down to the erotic valley of your breasts, trailing further downwards to your contracting abdomen, and then placing a kind peck to your sensitive clit as a cherry on top.

“so wet for me already...guess i should take care of it, hehe.”

she chuckles breathily against your pussy causing you to snap your hips up to her face, a small whimper escaping you when your pussy grazes against the tip of her nose. “so impatient.” she fondly teases, nudging her nose against you to gauge out a reaction that earns her a giggle.

she adds on further with a tongue darting out to wedge itself between your walls, hands gently grabbing at your uncontained waist to keep you still while her tongue continues to explore the warmth of your fluttering cunt.

she slurps up your essence like it's her last meal, mouth engulfing the expanse of your cunt to catch all the fluids seeping from your hole, her skilled tongue managing to caress each sweet spot you have that gets your skin tingling.

you practically melt as she continues to eat you out, squishing your thighs as reassurance when you choke out sobs, begging her for more and more.

“so good for me...” she hums against your quivering hole, watch it clench onto nothing as she pulls away. the slick staining all around her mouth causes you to whine—whether from embarrassment or sex appeal it provides, you aren't sure.

she wordlessly moves her mouth to your clit, swabbing it against her tongue for a moment before sucking on it passionately, resulting in the intense quaking of your thighs as you struggle to stomach the electric pleasure it sends up your spine—moaning even louder than prior.

she stared at you lovingly as you twitch on her tongue, sharp breaths leaving you as you chase your high, practically grinding and humping against her wet muscle as your hips grow more and more erratic by the second.

your back arches, “ah—! natasha, i'm gonna...!”

you squeal as you squirt onto her face, her red lipstick now evidently mixed with your cum as she takes it all into her mouth, licking your hole once more to savor every last drop in the name of "cleaning" you up.

she presses a chaste kiss to your overstimulated clit—a smirk on her features as she stares at you gulp at her expression once more, “care for another round, dear?”

BRONYA whose face is completely red, embarrassment and humiliation humourously visible on her adorable expression.

she's lewdly propped up on your lap, her dark pantyhose soaking wet as she grinds atop of the fat of your thigh, small gasps escaping her mouth, jaw slackened out of the sheer pleasure your thigh is offering her with graciousness.

you lean back onto the seat as she ruts into your thigh like a dog in heat, noting her office that is currently devoid of any noise only being filled with lewd noises of her pussy's slick meshing with your thigh and her tiny moans. you resist the urge to smile at the way she seems so adamant on cumming immediately.

“on a rush?” you ask innocently, blinking at her like you weren't the one who suggested to have her use your thighs as a stress reliever. your thighs being wet from her slick was something you didn't acknowledge as you gripped her hips, aiding the quick movement of her hips. “is there something wrong?”

“m-meeting with gepard in a few minutes...” she chokes out while you move to tuck a stray strand of her silver hair behind her ear. “i don't want him to see this—!”

oh, him. you momentarily glance at the clock placed high on the wall, and indeed confirmed that it's about time for their meeting, the ticking of the clock taunting you as you desperately try not to rejoice at the thought of seeing his priceless expression when he sees his leader fucking herself dumb on your thigh.

“is that so...” you hum disinterestedly, almost distant as you are caught up in your thoughts, opting to move your thigh upwards rather roughly to regain focus, causing her to gasp sharply at the sudden contact, her clothed clit purring against the material of your lower wear. your eyes grow lidded as she circles her hips to feel more of your thigh, leaning back once more as you click your tongue.

“then make it quicker, princess. that guy likes being early at appointments.”

pussy and women are two very magical existences in my opinion :)

Dan Heng: Hey, Stelle. What do you wanna eat for dinner?

Stellaron: THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT

Stelle: A bagel

Stellaron: NOOO

Stelle: Two bagels

thoughts on kafkastelle 🧐

oh i LOVE their dynamic . or at least the one i’ve made in my head.

kafka using stelle for her own goals and stelle allowing herself to be used because of stelle’s emotional dependency on kafka .

stelle genuinely loving and caring for kafka because kafka is the only one who knows what stelle was like before she lost her memories. stelle remembering kafka’s face and knowing that if she remembers her, then she must’ve been important. and so she loves and trusts her almost unconditionally. because what else of her past remains?

stelle being clingy and kafka knowing that stelle has abandonment issues (because of her) and using that to her advantage. kafka being kind to stelle when kafka needs something; kafka giving stelle just enough to keep her coming back every time.

“she used to be nice” maybe yearning for something in the past that she had with kafka … being so blinded by faint traces of the past that she can’t see that the kafka that stands in front of her is different than the one she maybe once knew. stelle doesn’t need kafka to put the blinders over her eyes, stelle does it herself willingly.

they’re toxic but 🍽️ bone apple teeth . i love toxic yuri yum yum

Sumeru has a bunch of my fav characters, had fun drawing them! eheh