Can you do hsr (jing yuan, blade, luocha) + genshin (kaveh, ayato) caught reader masturbate while moaning their name?
" tears run down my thighs! " w/ hsr men . . . 𝝑𝝔 catching you moaning his name... what will he say? || jing yuan, blade, luocha x gn! reader (separately) ~ hi! i will not do 2 fandoms in 1 singular post, my apologies!!</33 i will do a separate post instead!
cw: nsfw & 18+; proceed w/ caution!, somewhat angst at first in blade&luocha's, no specified anatomy for reader; i just describe the sounds sooo, of course masterbation, pillow humping-ish, dacryphilia, lowkey toy usage, dry humping ish, somewhat established relationship (character is reader's husband), 'entrance' could be seen as taking it anal ^_^
synopsis. tears truly run down your thighs when his name spills from your mouth... what happens when he hears you?
wc: 2.5k ; not proofread, might be ooc!
jing yuan was at the very least surprised, but would it make sense if he also expected it a little? probably felt more surprised by how loud you were being as your inhaled the scent of his pillow while rubbing yourself against it, how cute he thought.
"nnh... ahn— j-j—iing.. mmfph-" you moaned out under a hushed breath, your eyes were shut close; small sniffles that sounded like mewls left your throat like the melody to a song, fuck how could you get any hotter?
he felt his own boner growing quickly, chest starting to breathe a little heavier the closer he has his ear to the door. it was hard to hold back his own moans, a hand needing to cover his own mouth from letting out any obscure, or specifically.. any groans that might've ticked you off. he wanted to hear how badly you needed him before fucking your ass senseless.
you didn't need to know that now though, he just wanted to hear you get even louder than before. he knows how truly long you wait when his job takes up almost like what... twenty hours out of his day? those other four usually spent sleeping in your arms, but come on, he couldn't help but let you have this moment.
his own rough palm couldn't hold back anymore though... rubbing his own erection in unison with your cute cries of pleasure. he could imagine the adorable little tears that well up in your eyes.
"wahh- fuucckkk, 'y-yuyu—" you felt yourself arch onto the toy, all the ridges that your hole instinctively urged itself around; you couldn't help but bite on your finger in a poor attempt to try covering up the pathetic whimpers that left your mouth.
you couldn't help it, fuck not at all. you missed your husband so fuckin' badly it hurt. and it had been so long since he got to fuck you into the bedsheets like a slut—
yet here he was, back against the gold and marble adorned door he managed to afford with the job he had, but at what cost?
oh well, this could be a sign to settle down, right?
his cock ached as he pulled it out into his hands, it was hard not to let anything out, holding his breath even as he slowly stroked himself. god it felt so good—you felt so good.
he could just imagine your entrance slowly sliding down onto him like a bitchy little whore who just wanted to be dicked down by their hard-working husband who never has time for home.
it was by the time you finished against his scent did he walk into the room to give you the night you deserve.
blade only ever got the time to fuck you in bathroom stalls where he could still keep an eye on your kid (silver wolf) from a distance. you've both grown accustomed to the fact that you two couldn't have that much alone time together, and it was fine.... for a while.
it started to get you when it started to feel repetitive, and love making was just... well fucking. and it made you miss everything about him, you could barely get him alone just to tell him he's doing great, or that you miss him every moment he was gone, even the small kisses you could pepper all over his face were gone.
that's when a certain... dream kept you up at night many, many times.
one where he'd appreciate you, your body, and the very being you were... was it so hard to just get a night alone where you two aren't tired as hell? why couldn't the other hunters do your job for once...
you just wanted your husband back.
that's what had you moaning like a slut while holding his coat near. you couldn't help but feel the friction against yourself and his clothing so fucking hot—nothing better than to grind against his scent, thinking it was him.
"h-haah, b-blade—mmfph..." you whispered, like a prayer to worship a god, yet you kept your hands to your chest, arms around the piece of clothing as you rubbed against the cold temperature of the jacket you held so near.
you could get much 'work' done when he showered, he always took long in the bathroom anyway. it was apart of the rush too; imagine him finding his adorable partner just humping his smell like a wolf in heat.
you close your eyes continue to let out small whimpers, trying to keep it down not only because blade was right in the bathroom, but also because silver wolf stayed in the next room over—these walls are pretty thin.
"whhn—! ahhn... b-blade—" you let out one more quiet whine before realizing your husband was right behind you, reigning over you like a statue, covered in beads of water dripping down him, only with a towel to cover his waist. you screamed out in shock, only for his mouth to connect to yours;
his hands immediately pin your hands behind your head, placing them in one of his hands whilst digging them into the pillow, the piece of cloth around his waist loosened while he threw his coat to the side.
"'m sorry, beautiful, hadn't seen how much i've mmn been mmf ignoring you mwah" landing kisses into your skin between every word like a man hungry for home (in which he was).
"let me make it up to you."
luocha had his priorities, but had a very hard time trying to balance time with you and work. his eyes wished to be with you, but his hands were tied with the burden of making sure everyone else was alright—fuck.
he missed getting to kiss down your back, or holding your thighs to spread them wide for him to start working on your core; but he couldn't. eyebags burdened his face, and his limbs felt almost too exhausted to move.
you? you could only move a bowl of soup near him, and feeding him with patience, even if it ate you from the inside.
tonight? it was... it just... it ended up getting to you once more, you couldn't help but let out small parted cries whilst shoving a toy into yourself, wishing it was him instead.
"l—luoo... luo—c-cha... nnh-" you whined out, struggling to even just try to mumble it out, you couldn't hold back from moaning out the name that you had cherished so closely-
you had your head on his pillow, and the flowers he always used for his scent right next to your place in bed, making you arch your back into the bed below... you loved the scent you've grown so close to whilst waking up.
"ahnn- fuck! i n—need you, so bad... need you..." you mutter as your thrust it deeper inside you, a hand bringing the small scent bottle closer, taking a deep breath before letting your eyes roll back; heavy breaths exiting your throat.
you didn't realize how your favorite blonde was already taking his place behind you, feeling your body up and down, hands roaming your waist.
"sorry for ignoring you... for ignoring this... your wants- your needs—fuck." he uttered, warm breaths touching your collarbone like a dream reincarnate. you just moaned underneath him, squirming, pressing your thighs together with your cheeks darkening further.
"don't be embarrassed—please... let me please you, i won't ever leave you like this. not again."
Hello!! Hi I really love your stories. Uhm if I can ask, can you do a fluff of Dr ratio from honkai star rail x male reader. Once again I love your stories and creativity. <3<3<3
Let’s look at the stars.
Dr. Ratio x male reader
- Fluff, no warnings
-note, I apologize for ooc content (I’m not all too familiar with this character.)
“-immense pressures and temperatures in the star's core squeeze the nuclei of hydrogen atoms together to form helium, a process called nuclear fusion…”
Late nights spent listening to your partners current interest were quite common, you loved to hear him speak with such enthusiasm.. he was in his element and you couldn’t be more happy to be the person he chooses, time and time again, to share it with.
This time, his current studying led him to the stars. Many dumb them down to dead balls of gas, but to him they were so much more. Even if he wasn’t all that big on sentimental things, something about the stars only showing their bright beauty after dying- it moved him in a way.
The two of you laid under the stars, only giving him hums in response to assure him that you were listening. Not that you could ever get a word in, he kept explaining his findings and moving his hands outwards to point to the many constellations, the pathways, which stars had names and what they meant..
“Did you know stars don’t actually twinkle? The proper phrase for it would be scintillate, which only happens when they find themselves among the horizon..”
“Then where do you think the phrase came from?”
Glancing over at him, his lip curled into a smile at the question.. he didn’t have an answer for that, it was more of a metaphorical phrase and the ties to such a phrase would be as endless as a black hole. So, he only smiled and half-heartedly brushed off not knowing such an answer.
“Oh? The doctor doesn’t have an answer?”
The male chuckled, turning his head to look at you with a soft smile.
“Hm, although I know you ask in jest..”
You watched as he sat up, moving to hover his head just above yours.
“Let me conduct a.. study if you will..”
The love in his eyes reflected your own. Nodding, you let him instruct you.
Grabbing your hand, he held it firmly in his own and pressed it into his chest. He then instructed you to close your eyes and timed you to keep them shut for a few seconds.
“Now open..”
You felt his breathe on your lips, noses almost touching but he kept a strong gaze into your pupils.. he watched as they dilated and how they..
Twinkled.
Satisfied, he laughed to himself
“Just as I thought..”
He moved to straddle your waist, now holding both of your hands and again dipped down to closely watch your eyes and how the stars reflected in your irises.
“The term "twinkling stars" is derived from the Old English word "twincan," which means "to twinkle or blink.”
Sitting up, he found himself staring back up at the sky to observe the stars align and glancing down back to your eyes to see how the light refracted..
“This term was likely used to describe the flickering or shimmering appearance of stars in the night sky, which is caused by the Earth's atmosphere…”
Your body followed his, chests pressed against one another and arms now wrapped around his slim waist.
“Is that actually true? Or are you simply making things up again?”
He laughed, clasping your face in his hands in delight.
“It’s true dear, don’t think I didn’t account for such a question from you. I’m honestly.. quite flattered you’d think I could lie to you about such an intimate thing..”
Intimate?
“I see those gears turning, Y/n. Stars are seen as signs of affection by many people, looking up to see the same stars their loved ones are seeing or maybe even looking for their lover among them..”
His smile faltered, the gaze he held no longer as strong. You felt his lips plant themselves on you. Smiling into the kiss, he pushed you back to lay on the plush grass beneath you- hands moving to hold your neck and caress his fingers along your jaw. When he pulled away, an uncharacteristic bashful blush covered his cheeks..
“Even though my study was fruitful, and I quite enjoyed it..”
Lips met yours again, but for a small loving peck
“I must say.. I enjoy studying these ‘twinkling’ stars in your eyes much more..”
He left one more chaste kiss on your lips before sliding off of you, returning to his spot beside you.
The man would learn everything through you if he could, but to use his studying to show his adoration to you was something he’d never thought would be possible- it never crossed his mind before you came into his life.
He’d study a million stars if he got to see them in your eyes.
I really hope this was okay, and not too ooc- thank you for the request!
when he sees you talking to another man, he doesn't mind at all. but when the man starts to make you uncomfortable, he will come to your rescue without saying anything. not because he is embarrassed about it, he just doesn't want to make a fuss over such thing. if you asked him about it, he will definitely stay silent.
"that man didn't do anything to you, right?" he asked you. you smiled at him and chuckled a little. "what's so funny?"
"are you perhaps, jealous?" he only gave you a strange look and shook his head. "i don't want someone making you uncomfortable." he said, while squeezing your hand.
his respond is definitely not one that you expect, though you still feel satisfied with it.
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he will subtly tell you about it.
when he sees a man making you uncomfortable, he will take your hand into his and glare daggers at the man without saying anything. the man is obviously confused and just thought he was a freak, so the man left both of you alone.
"ah, wait-!" before you reach for the man, he turned you around and kissed you. when he pulled back, your face was as red as a tomato and you don't know what to say.
"what..what was that for?.." you asked, covering your mouth. he only smiled as a respond and whispered, "i'm the only one who can do that to you."
"no one else."
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he will absolutely make a fuss about it.
another man talking to you? he will be telling them to not get too close. another man getting close to you? he will stand between you and the man. another man making you uncomfortable? unacceptable. he will, and will absolutely yell at the man and kick his ass. no one will make you uncomfortable and come out without a scratch. no, without atleast him punching their face.
"are you sure we won't get in trouble for that?" you whispered at him, while looking at the man running away from your boyfriend.
"what? he was the one in the wrong." you only sighed as a respond and stood beside him. "well, i get that, but you shouldn't..you know. kick his..that." he laughed at your words and put his hand on your waist.
"what? am i not allowed to protect what's mine now?" he looked down at you and smirked after seeing your flustered face.
"yeah. you're mine."
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✦ synopsis. blade loves seeing his bunny cry, not in the way you think!
✦ pairings. blade x gn!afab!reader
✦ director's notice. i'll just write whenever for kinktober, i don't wanna follow a list i know that'll demotivate me LOL
✦ warnings/tags. NSFW, dacryphilia kink, degradation kink if you squint but blade is just built like that, mean blade bc its blade, blowjobs, missionary, p in v action, blade randomly softens mid sex, tear lube (kinda), belly bulge/dick imprint, hair pulling, cunnilingus mentiom, petname used by blade is pup/puppy/pet. NOT STORY SPOILER-FREE! send an ask if theres any i missed :)
it's like blade couldn't have enough of you. couldn't have enough of how cute your face looked when you came, cross-eyed and everything like a bunny in-heat.
it was your fault for teasing him so much today, he didn't even know he was so attracted to this.
you had nothing else to do, so you thought of teasing your boyfriend while you got the chance to sit down onto his lap.
he could basically feel your cunt grinding onto the muscle of his thigh, his bicep around your waist although it didn't really hold you back.
"nnh, bladieee... please? can't wait anymore.." your fingers wrap around his arm with the prettiest little gaze in your eyes
he could fuck you right here and now in front of his coworkers—but he's better than that.
that's what he was thinking when he finally had a moment with you, forcing down onto your knees as he took a seat in front of you. his fingers slowly roam the soft strands of your hair, brushing away the ones that covered the face he's grown to love (and fuck).
the contrast of how soft he was on you then, compared to now could be a world record, the way he had grabbed a large bunch of your hair, forcing his cock down your throat. you could barely hold your own body down as he continued to fuck your throat.
"hhn.. sshit—this is what y-you couldn't wait for, pup? getting used like a fleshlight?" he leaned back in pleasure, letting out the sexiest grunts you've heard from him in a while. the sounds of you choking on his dick made him only harder.
he loved watching your lips struggle to brush, let alone take the whole of his seven inches into your poor, abused mouth. finally he let your hair go as you could consistently bob your head up and down like a good little fuck doll.
blade's hand tried its best to subconsciously cover his mouth to stop the obscene groans he let out every time he felt the velvety walls of your throat down him every. single. time. fuck it definitely tilted him over the edge; just might forgive you for your little incident earlier.
but the only thing he didn't notice was how tears were already running down your face. god, why did that turn him on?
his fingers found themselves roaming to your face, lifting it briefly to see how glossy your cheeks were from the crying, the crying caused by the gagging on his cock.
you could basically taste your own tears as they dripped onto his member, the salt entered in unison with the attempts you had to take him down your pharynx.
the climax inside him grew like crazy realizing what was happening—his hand returning to grab what was his, as he gave your head a finally push onto his cock, letting out spurts of cum in your mouth, your head still giving little movement, the sprays of seed were large, and harsh, trying to swallow all at the same time.
"get up, pup." he roughly grabs your arm, helping you get up as your legs felt limp from kneeling so long.
cold air brushed against you both as he moved from your bedroom sofa to the actual bed. still trying to catch your breath from sucking his cock for an hour straight, as he helped you lie down onto the sheets.
he didn't have to say anything in order for you to open your legs for him, clothes slowly being stripped of you by his own fingers. now being thrown onto the floor while your body sensitive from how turned on you were.
tears still wet on his dick, he planted his hands beside your head. "keep crying like that and i'll fuck a kid into you." his voice came out like a predatory, low growl. his dick already aligned with your entrance, like a snake with its fang to the mouse's neck,
when he entered, it was even more pleasurable than the usual sex you both do.
well, maybe you should've thought about it before brattily complaining like a dog waiting for its food. too bad you were impatient.
your hips were deep into the bed, his dick was already burying itself deep inside you, even deeper than usual, his palm rested on the curves of your ass, as the sound of wet and sticky skin covered any silence the room held.
"mmmf—nnh- bl-blade! p-please-" you could barely let out any whimpers that didn't sound like pathetic cries for help while he pounded your cunt without hesitation.
the tears in your eyes felt like drugs, causing him to instinctively groan out of lust-filled pleasure. he loved being the cause of those salty drops that slid down your precious cheeks.
he didn't mean to at first, but every time you both fucked you ended up crying. he doesn't know what personally flipped the switch for him, but all he knows is that now he loves seeing tears roll down your cheeks from how good he fucks you.
blade loves it so much when he sees you helplessly flailing your arms like a fish out of water whenever you tried to hang onto something while he kept penetrating your poor hole.
"bl-aadee, p-please—i-i'll be be-better—" your pleasa came out like choked cries, god if you keep begging him like that he might just eat your pussy out while helping you clean up.
"fuuuckk— you feel s—so good, 'specially when you're c-crying..." he moaned as you sniffled like a cute little kitty. wait... did you think he didn't like you crying?
"i... i like it when you tear up. l-let's me know i'm doing a good job." he suddenly blurts out, his dick made it hard for you to concentrate on what he just said—was he... comforting you?
his voice came out like many separate grunts, only pausing to ram hard and back into your g-spot. you could only make weak attempts to try and wipe your face.
but then his hand suddenly stops you—"no. don't." voice came out as a growl, a loud, deep, dark huff of pride as you let him win; putting your hand down.
he could still feel the tears you cried onto his cock from earlier, now mixed with your delicious juice, god he couldn't wait to eat you out.
your choked moans, the salty droplets you tried to hold back from letting out, eveyrthing about you turned him the fuck on. your folds barely got him inside with velvety walls sucking him every stroke that barely got him out of you.
"ahhn—bl.. blade-" "yingxing." you stutter his 'name' but tilted your head in confusion at his sudden words. "c—call me yingxing, puppy, need to hear you say my real name."
butterflies flew up your stomach as you heard him, it felt like if you had a tail, it would definitely be wagging by now. "y-ying— ahhnmmf! yingxing, h-harder!" you subconsciously arch your back with instinct.
you thought he already had been penetrating you deep inside your guts, but it seems like there's was a way to touch and graze near your womb.
you let out an incomplete moan, blade was so obviously turned on by how you whimpered out his name, picking up one of your legs to fuck you even harder than before.
you couldn't even feel your legs anymore as your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets beneath you. the atmosphere was clear with musk, and your hair was its evidence.
sticky just like your hole.
"hhng- y-ying ahh—xi-xing- mmf! m-more!" your body moved up and down at the same pace of his ramming. the bed creaking just as fast, you felt your vision blur, tears filling your vision, gosh you couldn't control it—you felt ashamed.
your hand instinctively rise to your face before a rough thrust in you was enough for you to suddenly shut your eyes, and hands go back to the bed. "d-don't cover your face, p-please."
you nod in acknowledgement, your climax slowly starting to turn to its peak. you started feeling it a while ago but wow that pressure you feel before being pushed over the edge was real.
blade picked up on your behavior quickly, and adapted by making sure to hit your g-spot, placing one of his hands over the imprint over your tummy, and a palm to keep your thigh on his shoulder in place.
your cries got louder, tears falling down your face quickly with more thrusts that penetrated you, "whah—y-ying i think i'm- ''m c—umming..." you start to feel increasingly more pleasure and pain mixed together.
"fuck, say my name, pup- say it like a good pet."
he groans as the obscene noises start getting even faster than before, his voice lets out one continuous moan, while you kept letting out short breathy ones, the ones he always liked.
"nnh- ying— 'm cumming!" you cried out before squirting right onto his cock, your pussy clamping down hard on his dick while he let out a loud grunt.
"fuck, pup!" large ropes of semen fill your hole right up, pumping his cock into you a few more times fo savor the taste of your pussy on his dick.
a minute or two after, the man was already on his knees, and ready to eat you out.
"you wouldn't mind this being your aftercare tonight, right puppy?"
❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈） synopsis. he used to pray for times like this, where the rain would go away, but it seems like his feelings disappear and only new ones arose
❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）pairings. anaxa x gn!reader
❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）director's notice. anaxagoras!!! anaxagoras brainrot!! anaxagoras brainrot ft me!!
❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）warnings. fluff, anaxa is scared of the rain due to past trauma (implied, not really looked at here)
❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）word count. ~400
anaxa hates how humid and moist it feels when it rains. the mere touch to the skin of the water droplets and there just happens to be no more umbrellas? that type of hatred.
he doesn't get how people like the weather so gloomy with grief. and as much as he loved you, how did you find it 'comforting'? the sheer mention of the sky turning gray, and the sun stops shining... the bare scent making you sneeze... how is that soothing?
anyways, it was one stormy night. the forecast clearly didn't state it because your partner was livid as he had his fingers tussled in the teal locks.
"i didn't bring shit.. fuck i'm sorry, my love." he groans loudly in resentment but before he knows it, you already sprinted out into the rain—"come on! join me!"
he gives a confused glance back at you then how sodden your outfit became. you already had your hand out to him, waiting for him to take a hold of it. it sent goosebumps down his spine. both the person he loves the most, and the weather he hates the most clash,
it had been a long time since he had any sort of contact with the rain. he always managed to avoid it—yet now he was directly in its hold. it felt so... scary.
but anaxa wasn't afraid of anything, why was he hesitating now?
his body was stuck frozen, what was he going to prize more? that'd be for him a minute later to decide.
his jaw clenched in a mix of nervousness, and anxiety. he debated with himself on taking you up on the offer. he argued with himself, what was he going to put first? himself, or you? that was before he heard your pretty little laugh. oh. that same laugh that first got him hooked in the first place.
and of course, you had won him over, again, and again, and again. for the first time in a long time, he smiled, not a smirk- a smile. a soft grin that had encouraged him to handle the urge to tackle you a little, laughing playfully. no words were spoken in the past thirty minutes, just soft hilarity in the air as you both danced to the song being played at the restaurant you both just left.
the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the tin roofs on buildings nearby almost felt on beat with every step you both took. a hint of wet concrete had filled the air long ago, maybe he was scared of the rain because of how oddly familiar it is. how unpredictable every droplet it, how messy where each would land, the uncomfortability of not being perfect, yet it continues to rain.
but despite how he wasn't used to loving someone this much, he's still here, and trying to become yours more and more with each and everyday. even with how clumsy you twirl him, even if he can count every strand on the side of your head that stuck to your face because of how sodden your face was.
even with everything, he still found himself falling back into your arms. maybe the rain wasn't that bad.
