𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, porn without plot, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, biting with Boothill, mating press & unprotected sex with Jing Yuan, praise, petnames
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── ⟢ 𝑳𝒖𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒂
You didn't expect it to feel this overwhelming — drawn out and every nerve in your body on fire under the slow but precise movements of his hand. Luocha watched you with unnerving focus, eyes half lidded but sharp as his other hand gently rested on your hipbone while two of his fingers curled up inside you repeatedly.
"Still with me?" he asked with a sickening sweet voice, although it had a certain edge to it, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to hear you say it.
You nodded helplessly, but it wasn't convincing with the way you looked so absolutely fucked out of your mind. Your body was writhing under his touch, thighs trembling and your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. His fingers didn't move fast, but they moved deep, hitting that same maddening spot that had you seeing stars until your walls clenched and fluttered around his invading digits. His thumb barely ghosted over your sensitive clit, just enough pressure to push you closer to the edge, but not enough to send you over it just yet.
"Good girl," he praised with a hushed voice as his other hand gently nudged your thighs apart once again, your body subconsciously closing them from the overwhelming sensation. "Stay open for me, love." his breath ghosted over your skin as he pressed a kiss to the side of your knee, putting himself between your thighs to keep them spread open.
Your hands clutched at the sheets, desperate for something to ground you. Everything was slick and oh so sensitive — all to much but not quite enough. Luocha adjusted the angle of his fingers subtly and you cried out in pleasure, back arching off the mattress as a surge of hot pleasure spread through your core. Your legs kicked and your hips jolted without control.
"I- Luocha, I c-can't-" You didn't even know what you were saying anymore, words jumbling up in your head and coming out as babbled nonsense.
"Yes, you can," he murmured, a bit firmer now as if he was coaxing something fragile out of you. "Don't fight it."
That was enough to make the knot inside your lower belly to snap. Your body convulsed, the pleasure blinding and raw. You felt yourself gush around his fingers, unable to stop even as you whimpered and tried to pull away. Luocha didn't stop — he slowed his movements, grounding you and helped you through it while keeping his fingers right where you needed them to be.
When your breathing finally evened out, your eyes fluttered open again just to see him sitting between your thighs, fingers covered in your juices. His expression didn't change much, but there was a subtle curl to his lips.
"So that's what you were holding back, hm?" He mused softly as his fingers ever so gently nudged against your sweet spot just to tease you again. "You should let me take you apart like this more often."
── ⟢ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍
Boothill had you laid out and panting with just two fingers, working relentlessly on your cunt. His knuckles and wrist flexing with a lazy rhythm that didn't match the speed in which your orgasm built. His other hand rested casually on your thigh, his thumb drawing small circles on your leg as if he had all the time in the world. The cold metal was a stark contrast against your hot skin.
"Darn, sugar," he drawled, eyes flicking up from between your thighs, half lidded and amused. "You're squeezin' me like you're tryin' to trap me in there," his voice sounded mocking as he flashed you a grin with his sharp teeth.
You moaned and your hips bucked under his touch which made him grin knowingly, yet he didn't change the pace. His fingers curled just right, finding that soft spot that had your legs shaking. He knew you were close, never had to ask if you're gonna come for him — he felt how your walls fluttered and how your breath hitched with those high pitched whimpers, reserved for moments like these.
"Just let go," he murmured with a low voice and made it sound like gentle encouragement. "Ain't no shame in getting a lil messy." He mused and bit your thigh, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave indents with his teeth.
His fingers pressed against your sweet spot a little harder now, his thumb rolling over your clit with just the right pressure and your whole body stiffened, arching from the bed. Once your orgasm washed over you, it felt like a tidal wave hitting you — hard and overwhelming. You gasped, your thighs trembled as you gushed clear liquid, soaking his hands, the sheets and even hitting his face that was casually resting against your thigh.
He laughed when it stopped, not mocking or cruel but amused like he'd expected it and was damn proud of himself. "Well would ya look at that," His fingers eased up but didn't leave you, still lazily stroking you through the aftershocks as your body shook with pleasure.
You tried to catch your breath, face burning but he just leaned over you, licking your juices off of his knuckles without any hint of shame. "Gonna have to clean this up" he mused and let his fingers drag through your drenched folds. "Bet I can wring a little more outta you, darlin'."
── ⟢ 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏
Your legs were pinned back against your chest, folded tight beneath Jing Yuan's weight, his palms pressed firm against the back of your thighs to keep you in place. He was so deep, hips grinding slow and steady into you, and every thrust hit that spot deep inside of you that made your eyes roll back and your breath catch in your throat.
"Feels good?" He asked, voice low and warm, a little too calm for the way he was fucking you. His hair clung to his shoulders, sweat beading at his temples and his golden eyes never left your face. He smiled when your answer came out in a whimper instead of words.
"Mm... I'll take that as a yes," he whispered as he dragged his hips back with a wet slide until only his tip remained inside before thrusting back inside — deeper and harder. Your back arched and a broken moan escaped your lips as your thighs started to tremble in his grasp.
You couldn't run, couldn't even squirm. He had you open and helpless beneath him, dripping all over his cock with every thrust. The pressure inside your core kept building, tighter and hotter, until your walls clenched around him like a vice, milking him for all that he had to offer. Yet, his pace didn't falter. Jing Yuan was deliberate, watching your body like it told him everything he needed to know.
"You're close," he hummed more to himself than to you, almost as if he was pleased with how messy you were getting. He shifted his hips ever so slightly but it was enough to have him fucking against your sweet spot that made your breath hitch. "Right there, isn't it?" It was almost teasing.
You nodded, wanting to speak but your voice broke into a cry as the orgasm rippled through your body unannounced. A rush of wetness squirted out of you mid thrust, soaking your cunt, splashing onto his stomach and dripping down onto the sheets. Your body jolted with pleasure, hips bucking wildly and thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He groaned low in his throat at the sensation but he didn't stop. Instead, his thrusts grew rougher, the obscene squelching of your pussy only making him work harder. "There it is," he muttered almost reverent before leaning down, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "Think you can do that again for me?" It wasn't a question, more so a dare — He'd make you gush around him again before he allowed himself his own release.
Yanderes who don't care how much you cry .... oughh
Oh, he knows it's so hard to adapt to such a situation, he knows how much you miss your family, your friends, everyone. It's alright. He hushes you, kisses your face, wipes your tears with a thumb, tells you you don't need to miss home anymore, it's right here. And when a heavier fit of crying takes over.. oh, dear.
You can scream if you want. Maybe he's so in love with you he doesn't even mind going deaf. It doesn't matter how loudly you scream, the walls are soundproof anyway. Oh, but your lovely throat is going throb with pain. He can't have you losing your voice, hm?
You can be a brat if you want. He thinks it's alright. You can destroy the furniture, break, throw, smash them to pieces. It's not like he can't replace it. If you get too violent.. well, you'll only hurt yourself that way, dear. He'll tie you down nicely. And he does it so tenderly. With silk ropes and always cooing and chiding at your reddened or bruised skin when you try to resist.
And you can pathetically whine, beg, cry, sob and plead all you want. He'll listen to everything. And when he can tell you're burning out, he hushes you with kisses and softly kneads your sides, massaging and coaxing you to sleep as he softly brushes off all your whining. Perhaps he even works his hands to turn them into moans.
And oh, dear. You're going to be the end of him. He has all the patience in the world for you, though. Until your bones are worn out and he can put them back together when you've made a mess of yourself. He'll always be beside you when you wake up with soft names lovers use for each other. Because, well.. you both are now. And another fit of crying is on it's way. He knows just how to take care of you.
Dom!reader x sub!luocha - reader is gender neutral
Warning: masturbation, camera, fingering, hand job, teasing, attention whore luocha, dacryphilia, minimal degrading & praise kink, sub space, overstimulation, recording
~ Word count: 4.1k ~
Nini!rant: @illustrious-ia here’s your food (sorry if it’s a bit ooc)
Kinktober list 2024/2025
Being patient was one of the virtues he had to master as a merchant, and for his own goals and world view. A difficult customer only meant he needed a change in his methods, keep his mind sharp and find the most efficient solution. Challenges kept things fun, and was a great change of pace. There’s always a way to sway someone’s heart, one only needed the resolve to find out how, and luocha was great at doing exactly that.
He knew how to reveal just enough about himself to build trust, and keep the truly secretive parts hidden. Much like his origin’s, there’s not much anyone knows about him. Most people didn’t even know the depths of his character. It’s how he managed to evade suspicion for so long, staying behind the scenes, on top of appearing as harmless as possible. And for the second time has that technique failed him.
The first to see through a fraction of his facade was that general, and now one of his esteemed collaborators, responsible for supplying him with goods. To think a simple handler would possess such skills, or was there more to them? Anyhow, he always had to be extra careful around these two, for their perception seems to surpass that of most people. Right now, he was waiting at the agreed upon meeting spot, sitting at the table, folding a paper rose out of boredom.
This was the first time he’s been made to wait. Time was valuable and something one shouldn’t waste without a second thought, which is why he detested your actions. The seed of doubt has taken roots a long time ago, with him questioning if you were making him wait on purpose. If only you weren’t the only supplier with the power to fulfil his requests, otherwise he would have sided with someone else already. At least you were trustworthy.
By the time you finally arrived, he was already done with the folding, sitting with the artificial flower held in hand. “Finally the fox showed up, keeping your partner waiting isn’t quite nice.” He chuckled, smiling gently, even if he wasn’t amused in the slightest. “What can I do when you requested such an exotic item.” You scoffed, approaching the traveler, and placing a box onto the furniture. “Here it is, what you asked for.”
Luocha glanced at the box, its outer shell decorated with meticulous carvings and colouring, causing it to look much more majestic than the contents inside. Similar to how some people try to dress up the ugly truth with an immaculate exterior. That is, if you didn’t deceive him. The blond man reached out to open it, only for the container to be snatched away by you. His fingers were a breath away from touching the metal. “You know the rules, pay first, then the goods.” You reminded him, and you swore, for a split second, you saw him glaring at you.
He’s been showing more and more peculiar sides of himself, it made you want to get to know every part of him. The him behind his carefully crafted mask, yes, to find out would be quite the feat. Maybe it will be fun, too?
“Shouldn’t I get the chance to examine what’s inside? It’s not that I suspect you, I just don’t necessarily trust you neither.” The merchant said with a shrug of his shoulders, and while it was a fair point, you were the one who had the upper hand in this situation, so why not make use of that a bit more? “I must decline, I can say the same about you.” Hmm, not back you passed the ball back to him. This won’t do though, you weren’t going to make a deal if this silent war continued, which is why you added, “besides, what I demand in return won’t be a loss to you, even if what I brought hypothetically turns out to be fake.”
This peaked his interest, what could you possibly demand that is worthy of the contents inside the box and still be of no disadvantage to him? “I’m listening,” he replied, placing the rose aside. You smirked knowingly, and leaned closer to him, the box hidden behind your back. Your hand darted out to grab and move his chin up, gazing right into his bright green eyes, “don’t worry, it’s nothing difficult.”
The process of you explaining what you demanded of him was an awkward one. All you said was ‘you wanted to see his hidden sides’, and your argument was that you took an interest to him, much like his interest towards the object. In some aspects, it might be true, though he was a little perplexed on how to fulfil his end of the deal. “Could you elaborate some more, preferably, share the details of your plan?” The male wondered, feeling a little irritated knowing he had to play his hand well.
“Maybe my intentions will be more obvious if I…” you began, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip before continuing, “…ask us to move to a more private location to discuss this further? Preferably a nearby inn?” As soon as he finished registering your words, his eyes widened as luocha stared at you in disbelief. If you really meant what he was thinking of in that moment, you were pretty much asking him to… sell himself to you, weren’t you?
Truthfully, this wouldn’t be such a bad exchange, since he’d spare all the effort of finding and acquiring the good, which is a feat in itself. And even if you tricked him, the loss would be pretty small. A seemingly harmless preposition, a win-win situation, handed to him just like that. He had no reason to refuse, rather, his scepticism stems from the fact he simply didn’t take you to be that kind of person. Well, there was always a way, and it seems you were no different.
Even so he had a term before accepting, it was to forbid any form of physical contact. He was still wary, and he didn’t want your relationship to spiral into something irreversible. You didn’t mind, hence the business was sealed and the two of you ended up at an inn. With you sitting on a chair placed in front of the bed, where he was resting on. Eyes and camera fixated on the blonde, watching him while a faint blush crept up his cheeks despite him being fully clothed. Ah— was he getting shy?
He felt like he was awaiting his execution, a heavy mood settling in the room. How adorable, you haven’t seen these kinds of expressions on him yet. Nervous, flustered, imperfect… it was endearing. “Take your time.” You reassured, though he perceived it as a mocking comment. With lingering hesitation, he slowly unbuttoned his clothes, taking off one layer after another. The presence of the camera quickened his heart rate, it felt like more than one pair of eyes were observing his every gesture, even if you promised it was for ‘personal use’.
It didn’t make him any less on edge, breathing picking up as more clothing pieces fell to the ground. In all honesty, he didn’t even know what to do. Maybe he shouldn’t have negotiated…? Because then, you’d take charge and just take what you wanted, not him having to put on some kind of performance. His pale, slender fingers shook as he hooked his thumbs beneath his waistband, glancing at you to gauge your reaction. What was the chance for you to stop him and say it was just you being mischievous, and that he didn’t have to do it?
Of course that didn’t happen, you two had a perfectly fine deal he agreed to, what was he getting his hopes up for. Nevertheless, he pulled his pants down alongside his underwear, wondering if he should take them off completely. Sitting there all nude would be pretty embarrassing, maybe keeping some pieces on would help him keep some dignity? In the end, he decided against it sorely because he didn’t want his clothes to get dirty.
Now stripped bare and naked, the merchant sat with his thighs squeezed together, hands resting in his lap as he attempted to get used to being watched. This was going nowhere, he was supposed to touch himself, yet he was too hesitant to show his private parts. Suddenly he became doubtful, wondering if he could still back out and convince you to form another agreement. The tips of his ears were tinged red, resembling the blush spreading down his neck.
When he glanced over to you, with his lips pressed into a thin line, you could guess what his dilemma was just by those pupils. As a fellow merchant you knew how to read people; his posture was stiff, and his expression troubled. No words were needed in this case. “Luocha, I won’t force you if you don’t want to do it.” You said, and leaned back into the chair, closing your eyes. It was difficult to abide by his wish of no physical contact when he looked so inviting, you needed a small break to pull yourself together.
While doing so, you heard some movements, and was curious if he was dressing himself up again. But once you opened your eyes, you were proven wrong. “This should be fine, right?” A low murmur reached your ears, and you couldn’t help but stare. Who could blame you? He was in such a compromising position, with him laying back and turning his face to the sides, hiding behind the pillows. His long blond hair spread across the entire bed, as if someone dropped a bucket of paint over these normally white sheets.
“I don’t want my face to be focused on that much.” He explained, voice shaky because this position was even more humiliating than the previous one, since he spread his legs willingly for the camera. “…I’ll do it, so watch closely.” Oh? Where did he find that courage from, he used to be a quivering baby chick not even a minute ago, and now he became fierce? You continued the recording and teased, “don’t you know it’s hard for anyone to take their eyes off you?”
You’ve always been flirting with him, telling him he was pretty like white lilies. He thought it was your strategy to appeal to customers, only now has he noticed he’s been on your radar for a long time. Not good, he can feel your gaze running over his body, making him feel all self conscious, prickling his skin. Are you trying to distinguish his confidence by staring so hard? Despite all that, he began doing something. He pressed his fingers past his lips and sucked on them, coating his digits in his own spit before reaching for his backside, fingers digging into his own flesh.
This was a pleasant surprise, you didn’t know he used that part to comfort himself. You refrained from unnecessary commentary though, having the vague feeling he’ll cry if you teased him further. That is, until luocha whispered in such a pitiful manner, “won’t you say something? This is embarrassing if no one’s talking.” So hard to please, but fine, if it means he’ll be more at ease. “Alright, shall I praise you then?”
Wait, praise, as in— “keep going, don’t be shy now. You look adorable.” The moment your compliments echoed in his mind, he pressed his face into the soft cushions, heart pounding in his ears. He wasn’t one to be swayed by mindless flattery, yet hearing that come out of your mouth made him weirdly happy. His fingertips rubbed against his rosy entrance, prodding gently. It’s been a while since he did such intimate acts, and it’s the first time he did it with someone sharing the same space.
Slowly, the first knuckle eased its way inside him, and he could feel the heat course throughout his body. His free hand moved to clamp over his mouth, and he closed his eyes in a futile attempt to block out the knowledge that you were here. “Hmm…~” a low groan slipped past his sealed lips, and he slowly pushed the rest of it in, until the first digit has been completed swallowed by his walls.
This was strange, he didn’t remember that he was this tight, or twitching so much, for that instance. Was it due to your influence, that his body became so lewd? No, it must be due to the fact that you were recording him. He was simply bashful, that’s all. His thighs were trembling as a second fingered breached him, adding more pressure as he slowly stretched to accommodate them. It has truly been too long, just inserting them caused his voice to leak uncontrollably, there’s no way this will end well.
Without really thinking about it, he began curling his fingers to search for that place, something he always did in the past. He underestimated how good it felt even without his prostate getting teased though, choked out whimpers slipping past as his maintained nails rubbed against his squishy walls. This felt so perverted, he had to close his eyes for a second. It didn’t change the fact that you saw everything, didn’t you..?
You really wanted to move your chair closer, considering he put on such a lewd display just for you. He didn’t want you to touch him, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t close the distance, right? It shouldn’t be a problem, you convinced yourself, and stood up. The screech of the chair leg moving across the floor coughed his attention, and he tensed up, lips widening around a moan, “ah-aahhHh…! W-what are you…?” Luocha asked, pulling the face of a deer trapped in headlights, panicking slightly. But a hidden part of him was shuddering in anticipation.
“I wanted to get a closer look.” You smiled softly as you said that, then you took a seat at the edge of the bed, mattress sinking under your weight. Your eyes pierced holes through him, it felt like a hunter watching their prey, and it made him feel hot. His thighs squeezed shut subconsciously, shielding his arousal from you. “Ah- no need to keep your guard up, I’m not touching.” Seeing him act like that caused you to feel bad, and you put both your hands into the air. “Just gonna keep recording, okay?”
Luocha didn’t even notice it at first, and he quickly shook his head while peeling his legs apart, “n-no.. don’t worry, I, I’m fine.” That was the truth, though this added proximity did take a troll on his body. Was it because you could see everything in more detail now? He was making more noises than usual, and it seems he was more sensitive as well. This was no good, he might start saying things he will regret.
Above all, he felt a sense of disappointment at your words. He really thought you were going to ask for permission to touch him, and he would have said y— no, what was he thinking…? How can he go back on his own rules like that, he was the one that proposed it. This was bad, his body was craving your touch, desperate to know how your hands would feel on his body, caressing him. The thought alone made him loath himself and yearn for it.
Out of nowhere he remembered you’ll have his debauchery as a video, and thus have access to this… perverted session whenever you wanted. Seriously, he didn’t think it through enough, what if you used it as blackmail material huh? Yet for some reason he couldn’t even imagine a scenario where you’d do such a thing to him, why did he place so much trust in you? Stupid brain pouring out so much euphoria that he couldn’t think straight.
His thought process was interrupted by a moan as his fingers scratched against a slightly more delicate nerve cluster, manifesting even more cravings within the male. “HnNghh…!! Ah- w-wait, don’t look…” this heat building inside him was eating him up, burning away at his defences. Now he was pondering over needless question like if your touch would feel warm or cold, and the footnote was it’d definitely feel good neither way.
Seriously, what was he doing, acting like this. It’s not like the two of you were involved in anything intimate, he should just get this done with and continue striving towards his goals. But now, with his own fingers thrusting into his sloppy and needy hole, searching for that spot he hasn’t teased in so long, he couldn’t help wanting your touch. He’s so ashamed of himself, it’s not like he’s a whore, why would his body crave something this lewd and primal, something that would probably feel amazing and make him cum in an instant.
Squelching sounds bounced off the walls as he pushed them deeper inside, digits buried all the way to the last knuckle. His scissored them, stretching himself for your amusement. At some point, he began doing things that seemed to appease you. Observing your features, trying out different things to see which one made you look the most engrossed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to look?” You pondered, catching on to his antics, and how he tried to appeal to you.
“H-huh…?” He blinked, a little confused, he already disposed the memories of his last words. Once he got reminded again, he quickly blurted, “D-don’t take what I said to heart… ngh~ it’s in our agreement, so, k-keep looking at me ♡♥︎” Blaming it on the deal when he seems to enjoy this very much, you weren’t going to nitpick though, smirking a little as you went along with it. In fact, luocha kind of knew he liked having your eyes on him, but as long as he didn’t voice it out, it’ll stay a hypothesis of yours. You knew he was good at being untruthful anyway, didn’t you?
Then, finally, he found that sweet spot inside him. His voice hitched as his fingertips brushed his prostate, causing him to shudder all over. How did he forget such an ecstatic sensation? The way the pleasure spread to every single part of his body, resulting in his pupils rolling back and toes curling, he won’t forget it a second time. By now, a thin layer of sweat coated his skin, and his untouched dick was leaking precum down his shaft. The tip and angry colour, crying for release and the satisfaction that comes with it.
He looked like he needed a helping hand, and you wanted to touch that gorgeous body so bad. His nipples were all hard too, begging for you to touch him. Your hand clenched around the camera, you haven’t put your resolve to test like this in forever. That’s when his second hand— the one that has been doing a honestly terrible job keeping his whimpers down —wrapped around his weeping cock, stroking up and down in a matching rhythm as his ruthless thrusts.
More and more whines and moan escaped him, and he grew more shameless with every passing moment. His digits were moving in and out of him at a fast pace, unyielding as he abused his own prostate, chasing his own well deserved high. “Mhmm, ah-Nghhh, f-feels good… ah, aaAhhhh~ ♡♥︎♡” You were captivated, astonished he could make such a slutty expression, create such lewd sounds. Normally he looked so pure. Then again, he looked like a mess right now, hair all tangled up as he rode his fingers with such enthusiasm. He was definitely enjoying this.
Weak spurts of cum dripped onto his stomach at an especially deep and intense thrust, a drawn out gasp following, “ha-haAaaHhh~ m-more, need- uhmMm..!! ♥︎” Right before he’d say something he regret, he shut himself up. Tears flowed down his cheeks, all this was just so pleasurable, he felt heavenly, cumming a little already. His teeth gnawed at the pillow case, a last act of defiance to muffle his voice, hips bucking back to grind against his hand as things spiralled into a dirty cocktail of lust and desire. He might really get addicted at this rate.
“This is quite the sight, luocha. I didn’t think you were such a dog in heat, comparing you to white lilies might be too pure for you, no?” You taunted, getting caught up in the heat of the moment. None of it was said with bad intentions, just your slightly sadistic side wanting to toy with him. The merchant in front of you sobbed meekly, shaking his head, “n-no.. I-i… m’ not a dog..” Seems like his mind was turning into mush already, considering how his voice was slurred, and eyes glazed over, glistening all moist.
To think someone, who does not even share a close relationship with him, was going to watch as he masturbated. Such a naughty thing he was, he couldn’t help but get excited beyond words. Spasms coursed through his veins and limps, causing him to thrash and writher, kicking his legs as everything threaten to consume him. Even his vision was blackening, his consciousness fighting to stay awake as he arched off the bed, forming a crescent.
Every single muscle was shaking, not a single spot unaffected by the tingles blooming across his body. When he closed his eyes to focus on the sensation, his lashes clumped with his tears, and some droplets squeezed out of the corners. Decorating his flushed face like the cherry on top, making him look even more pitiful as his chest heaved in anticipation.
He couldn’t take this anymore, he was so close, a breath away from reaching the edge. His sex twitched uselessly in his hand, and his insides clenched rhythmically, pulling him deeper, pleading for more stimulation. “Y-y/n, I-I’m close, I’m cumming… I’m g-gonna c-cuUuhmmMm~ hnNghhh~♡♡♡!!” An ear-splitting shriek, mixed with some undertones of a moan left him as he came into his fist. Making a mess everywhere, defiling everything. The bed sheets beneath him, his own pelvis and tummy, as well as his inner thighs. All of it.
His head blanked out, not a single thought as he basked in the aftermath of his intense orgasm. Any remaining strength was leaving his limps, as if his bones turned into jelly, the heat that manifested in his abdomen slowly spreading out to it’s surroundings, festering, before cooling down. At this moment, he must look like a mewling wreck, were you watching him properly? You are, aren’t you? How do you feel, seeing this side of him, has your request been fulfilled?
After a few more pumps from his skilful hands, he pulled his fingers out of his fluttering hole. It gaped and was all wet and sticky, begging to get fucked again. Looking quite energetic in contrary to its host, who was still a gasping, panting wreck. He clawed at the white fabric while his organs worked overtime to come down from his high, bangs stuck to his flushed face and forehead. You thought he looked incredibly beautiful in this state.
Somehow, he wasn’t even flustered and ashamed anymore, only wondering what you must think of him at this moment. He really wanted to know. His breathing was still ragged and came in short huffs, but he was slowly coming to his senses. The moment his awareness returned, he tired to lift himself up a little, searching for your eyes. An unvoiced question laid on his tongue, still teetering between the two sides.
Luocha parted his lips to speak, but you beat him to it. The click of the camera was unusually loud, causing his heart to sink lower into his chest, racing, pounding against its cage. “I’m glad I got it all recorded,” you chuckled, grinning all content, “it’d be a shame to miss such a pretty sight.” Without him noticing, his cheeks reddened yet again. So you thought he was pretty…?
The words were now stuck in his throat, with him unable to speak. This bubbling feeling was so suffocating, he felt hot all over again. You handed him a towel to clean himself up with, and he reached out for it with a grateful smile. Once he was close enough, you leaned in to mumble into his ear, “well mr. Luocha, let’s do lots of business in the future.”
All he could do in return was give you a consenting nod, and hoping you didn’t see the ‘business’ between his legs ♡
Writing for luocha was difficult, it’s been over two years since his last appearance i completely forgot how his speech manner and personality was. I remember mysterious and scheming, and maybe a bit like ayato, but that’s it. Had to read his wiki page and voice lines. While it helped, I still feel like it might be a little ooc lol. Tried my best anyway :>
Is it time for something educational again? Let’s talk about what consent is lol.
Freely given: not under the influence of drugs, alcohol, blackmail, threats of physical harm, manipulation, pressure or anything else
Reversible: anyone can change their mind after consenting at first, even if they’ve done it before, even if it’s in the middle of the act
Informed: you can only consent to something you know the story of, like if they said they will use a condom but didn’t do it, it’s not consent
Enthusiastic: sex is for both parties! If you don’t like it/want it then don’t do it! It’s not consent if you feel like you have to/are forced to do it!
Specific: if someone said yes to penetrative sex, it doesn’t mean they said yes to other things like spanking/ choking
POV: what if I told you that I've fallen? | HSR men and how they'd fall.
.ᐟ What if I told you that I've fallen (nevermind)
What if I told you that I've fallen (oh nevermind)
What if I told you that I've fallen (oh nevermind)
.ᐟWhat if I told you that I've fallen (oh nevermind I said nevermind)
I shouldn't tell you that I've fallen...
[inspired by a post by @/outromoony]
Phainon fell holding onto you desperately, shielding you with his body.
Mydei fell in every single timeline, all ending tragically but one.
Anaxa fell clutching his chest where his heart should've been.
Aventurine fell without the guarantee of a winning hand.
Ratio calculated which way to fall and how to fall only to end up looking like a fool.
Dan Heng fell silently, memorizing every bit of the feeling.
Luo Cha fell with his eyes close in silent prayer and a soft smile on his face.
Jing Yuan fell, asleep.
Blade didn't fall, he crashed.
Jiao Qiu made you believe that he fell when he didn't, only to fall unexpectedly over the simplest of things.
Moze had been falling from the very start.
Sunday fell believing that no one would catch him.
Gepard denied ever falling but proceeded to act very obvious about it.
Sampo didn't fall, he pushed you instead.
Argenti fell wholeheartedly and as gracefully as he could before landing on his face.
Gallagher stared with a deadpan, snorted, then fell hard.
Boothill fell head first, laughing, with guns blazing.
Luka tripped and didn't even notice it.
Mr. Reca fell saying 'nononononono you've got to be kidding me'
Welt had a feeling he fell but didn't acknowledge it till he knew for sure.
includes - dr. ratio, ruan mei, argenti, kafka, blade, luocha, jing yuan, jiaoqiu
warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, i still have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 1.2k
a/n: absolutely blown away at how many people enjoyed the first part, so uhh here you go? maybe a genshin ver in the future if i get round to it and if people want it?
dr ratio ★↷
↪an absolute stickler for a proper routine, and an advanced one at that - he has high standards to uphold and never misses a step before bed and in the morning. he wouldn't mind of you did yours alongside him but he probably won't notice you for long. a major part is obviously his baths, he would not go a day without one.
↪sometimes he can join you in bed quite late, he either has students work to mark or simply cannot put his own work down. even when he joins you he probably falls asleep after you as he likes to indulge in late night reading.
↪a sort of mix between comfy and basic when it comes to his actual bed, it's simplistic yet extremely comfortable - in the morning it's pretty difficult to leave with how cozy it can be.
↪doesn't really move alot in his sleep, the occasional shuffle but not much. he isn't exactly a cuddler but if you want to he doesn't mind at all. however because he doesn't move much, if you two fall asleep cuddling then he needs to wake up first - which is normal - otherwise you're trapped in his embrace.
↪most mornings he does wake up super early and leaves quite early as well - he always gives you a kiss on your forehead before he leaves. on the rare days he has off, he stays in bed with you until you wake up and whenever your ready, he gets ready alongside you.
ruan mei ★↷
↪she is an extreme night owl. her lab work often keeps her very busy and if she starts a train of thought then she can't rest until she's seen it out to the fullest. most nights she does encourage you to not wait up for her for this very reason - ruan mei greatly appreciates if you do however.
↪her routine is either short or rather extensive, it just depends on how much time she has. morning routines are much longer more consistently as she tends to wake up rather early.
↪usually her bed is rather basic but you seemed to have contaminated it with what you prefer but she doesn't mind in the slightest. if you like her cat cake creations then she may have gifted you a few custom ones to keep you company.
↪surprisingly can be quite the fidgeter in her sleep, not drastic movements but she's just used to being busy. again, not exactly a cuddler but isn't against it if you wish as she knows she isn't around much so would indulge you.
↪most days when you wake up she isn't there but there's always a small note from her to you that is extremely heartfelt.
argenti ★↷
↪the most extravagant routine you've ever seen, the knight of beauty very clearly has a great routine for both mornings and nights. enjoys when you do yours alongside him and will always find time to do so.
↪he still looks pristine in the morning when he first wakes up, it's hard to believe he just woke up. although it may be helped by the fact that he has the most elegant bed that is very hard to leave in the morning.
↪not much of a mover but he can adjust quite a bit sometimes in his sleep. and if you're okay with it, he wants nothing more than to hold you in his embrace for the entire night. argenti is somewhat of a light sleeper however, so if you move alot then he easily wakes up but doesn't mind.
↪sometimes he has to leave early, sometimes he doesn't. it depends on whether or not he has a duty to fulfill but does get up early nonetheless. most days he'd let you sleep but if you need to get up he always wakes you with a kiss and a compliment.
kafka ★↷
↪being a stellaron hunter doesn't always allow for a proper nights rest but most times it does. however kafka cares quite a bit about such things and so when she can, she'll take the opportunity for a good night's sleep.
↪she's used to sleeping in bare minimum conditions but if she could choose, kafka would prefer more comfortable arrangements. so she's very accommodating to what you'd prefer to have your shared bed like.
↪enjoys taking time with a night time routine but sometimes she can't but isn't that fussed so long as she gets the bare minimum done. she would love if you joined her but again wouldn't mind if you're not that keen on such extensive routines.
↪she can be rather clingy - on purpose. kafka loves nothing more than relaxing with you in her arms and won't let up until she's content. the only time she needs to wake up is when she's executing one of elio's scripts so good luck escaping her grasp otherwise.
blade ★↷
↪again, being a stellaron hunter doesn't always allow for a proper nights rest but most times it does. although blade doesn't exactly have the greatest sense of having a good night's sleep.
↪absolute bare minimum for a routine, he doesn't exactly see why it should be anything more but fortunately kafka's influence has caused him to have some care. you're almost jealous that he can do bare minimum and still look like he does.
↪also goes for bare minimum when it comes to sleeping arrangements, he doesn't care what his bed's like. so he doesn't exactly care what you'd prefer as he would just go along with it.
↪when he does sleep, he sleeps like the dead. he barely moves to the point that sometimes you're convinced he's not even there, the only indicator that he's actually alive is the occasional twitch in his hands.
↪unfortunately, he can be prone to his mara-struck condition flaring up in his sleep which may take some getting used to seeing but he takes it upon himself to sleep elsewhere id he knows it is likely to happen to avoid scaring you.
↪prefers to have his own side of the bed and isn't a cuddler. after a very long while, he might indulge you if you are a cuddler but not always. he's also an extremely light sleeper that wakes up super early.
luocha ★↷
↪as a travelling merchant, he doesn't tend to stay in one place for long, so you would most likely travel with him. due to this, he isn't exactly fussed with where he sleeps and is used to bare minimum. he wouldn't mind in the slightest of you decide to change a few things however.
↪nightly and morning routines are important to him. he needs to maintain appearances and so can have rather extensive routines that he wouldn't mind you joining him with.
↪another light sleeper and sometimes you forget he's there because he barely moves. he's perfectly fine with cuddling and fine with not, although sometimes he does prefer his space.
↪never really has anywhere to go in a rush unless he knows he has people to meet or things to do, but he still wakes up early. however he normally would wait for you to wake up as he likes to start his day with you.
jing yuan ★↷
↪the dozing general has that title for a reason. despite the fact that he practically is on the verge of falling asleep most of the time during the day, he sleeps alot. it can be under any condition at any time but he does have a tendency to indulge in comfort.
↪has an extremely comfortable bed that is normally also occupied by mimi and so it can get very warm, very quickly which is a pain in the summer. this isn't really helped by the fact that he is extremely clingy, like to the max.
↪he always states that he sleeps better when his body is entangled with yours and knowing you're safe there with him, but he will respect if you aren't that much of a cuddler.
↪unfortunately he moves around a lot and because he's clung to you, you move with him. sometimes you two end up upside down at the foot of the bed and it baffles you that he can move that much. he is also an extremely heavy sleeper in your shared bed so good luck escaping him - when he's dozing at work he is a light sleeper however.
↪most days he does have to drag himself out of bed to work but aeons save you if he has a rare dayoff. you're never leaving if he doesn't let you as he forces you to let him indulge in your presence while he gets a lie-in. if you have somewhere to be he reluctantly lets you go but very stubbornly.
↪the worst bed hair you've ever seen, he always looks like he's been through it and spends ages sorting his hair. this paired with his actual morning routine means he takes ages getting ready. his night time routine is shorter as he knows it's rendered useless overnight.
jiaoqiu ★↷
↪he cares about his appearance as he does have quite the reputation to uphold and so his routines are always important and extensive - especially when managing his tail and ears to ensure that they aren't messy.
↪also goes all out for his bed, he knows what helps get a better night's sleep and he prefers to get the best sleep he can. so he might be a bit hesitant to let you change most of it but he's willing to compromise.
↪the absolute worst when it comes to sleeping, he's annoying, he knows it, and takes it in pride. has to be cuddled up to you and he wraps his tail over you to ensure that you don't go anywhere unless you have to. he barely moves but his tail is the menace mainly - it flicks and moves around alot and often ends up in your face.
↪normally wakes up relatively early and will wake you up if you need to. mentioned this before but, he will wake you up earlier if you braid his usual braid as he enjoys having you do so - he has absolutely no remorse for doing so. although if he has time, he will make breakfast for the two of you.
