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
I was just playing HSR with background music on and it occurred to me...
What if SAHSR can hear the music you play?
I literally listen to everything
Phonk, romance, sad, early 2000's, kpop, etc
One minute it's a sweet and slow romance song, then it switches dramatically to some hardcore phonk and the characters reaction vary
(FIGHTING ENEMIES WITH PHONK GOES HARD🔥🔥🗣️)
Oh man, the amount of ideas I'm getting on what each character's favourite modern artist would be
(I believe in Boothill loving Lady Gaga)
I am FORCING the entirety HSR to listen to Lana Del Rey — 🤡 anon
Oh, this is chaos incarnate.
Imagine the self-aware HSR cast constantly subjected to your music choices—whether they like it or not. One second, it's a gentle, heartwarming ballad. The next? Hard bass phonk blasting through their souls.
Aventurine loves the unpredictability. One moment he's strutting to smooth jazz, the next he's cackling at death metal.
Sunday is eating this up. "Ah, what impeccable taste! Such grandeur! Such emotion!"
Dramatically sways to Lana Del Rey, then viciously air-guitars to a rock solo.
Jing Yuan enjoys soft, orchestral music. He can nap peacefully to it.
But suddenly? Hardcore phonk drops mid-slumber.
Jing Yuan, groggy, "…Is this punishment?"
Luocha is eerily unphased. He adapts to all genres seamlessly.
But secretly? He resonates with gothic, haunting music. Plays it off as coincidence.
Blade + sad romance music? Oh. Oh, he’s going through it. 😔💔
"Another song of lost love? Must you remind me, every waking moment?"
Dan Heng finds some of the lyrical poetry beautiful. But if it suddenly switches from melancholy to phonk mid-battle?
"This… is a contrast."
Welt respects classical music. Then you subject him to hyperpop.
"What... exactly is the appeal of this?" (But secretly, he likes it.)
Himeko taps her fingers to the beat of anything.
"At least they have variety."
Kafka LOVES how music can set a mood. Will comment on your song choices mid-fight.
"This one… is about betrayal, isn’t it? Is that a message, darling?"
Black Swan quietly memorizes your favorites. Will theorize about your emotions based on your playlist order.
Pfft, Boothill 😭🙏
"WHAT IN TARNATION IS THIS POP HIT??" (But he’s bopping to it. Don't let him fool you.)
You force-feed him Lady Gaga. And guess what?
He starts humming ‘Poker Face’ mid-duel. (He's definitely a Chappell Roan fan too, change my mind.)
They now associate certain songs with specific battles.
If they hear a familiar track, they brace themselves. "Ah. This is a boss fight song, isn't it?"
Argenti tries to compose poetry based on the lyrics you play.
March 7th now has a list of ‘Certified Bangers’ from your playlist.
And the worst part? They have no escape. You control the aux. Forever.
