Hsr + Genshin Characters Being Your Tattoo Artist

hsr + genshin characters being your tattoo artist <3

idk! just an idea while i was driving:)! but i thought it would be hot to think abt kafka telling you its okay or seeing alhaitham having a tattoo sleeve bc of his arms ^_^

cw tattooing so mentions of pain ! maybe slightly suggestive.

alhaitham

very punctual and ready when the job needs to be done, so if your late, he would be irritated and would charge you a bit more. luckily you arrive in time but he couldnt help but observe you. he wont deny that he finds you cute.

doesn’t like to do small talk, just quietly sits there and he works on your tattoo. though he does listen to you talk if you talk. he would simply nod to most of his customers but for some reason he found himself talking to you and enjoying a conversation. cyno and dehya noticed this and quickly eyed on each other.

you couldnt help but stare at him and the way he is working. he is doing an incredible job while being so hot with it. seeing his amazing tattoo sleeve, you decided to ask him about it.

“did you do that yourself?” you pointed curiously.

“yes i did with the help of cyno. it was challenging but overall i think it came out amazing.”

queue dehya nudging cyno and snickering at the back. alhaitham looks at them and glares.

when he is finished with his work, he musters up the courage to ask you out. feeling a bit of pride since you complimented him and gave him a huge tip.

“i think you are lovely. would you want to go out sometime? its okay if not.” he bluntly asked, not caring about the looks he was getting in the tattoo shop.

“oh! yes of course i would love to. here’s my number!” you smiled.

when you went home, you received a text from alhaitham, asking if you want to go to the movies or eat somewhere to get to know you more. you cant help but be flustered and be excited to get to know him more. on the other hand, alhaitham could not stop grinning at his phone that dehya had grab his phone so that he could clean up his work station.

yae miko

her tattoo work station is so pretty!! it is filled with pink and purple colors. she makes sure her customer feels welcomed and comfortable.

as soon as you walk in, she would compliment you already. “ah you’re my adorable guest today, take a seat if you may please.~”

she smells so good. she smells so expensive with a hint of sakura and vanilla. she is literally enchanting you with her scent. of course you compliment her and she flirtatiously says thank you!

probably has a really chill, lazy cat that lays beside the guest whether by your arm or leg or tummy, he is just there and loafing.

wouldnt do this for most of her customers except maybe her friends but she asks if youre hungry and would order food for you. you insisted at first but you gladly accepted the offer.

“arent you hungry dear?” she asked as she grabbed her phone to order.

“ah no its okay!” you said but suddenly youre stomach decides to grumble so loudly.

“well, you’re stummy says otherwise babe. let me order you some food? and no need to pay me back. i know how tattoos can be expensive already. take it as a treat since im very interested in you. ~” she flirted, leaving you blushing and flustered.

blade

he does piercings and tattoos. very skilled and professional at it too. has taught a lot of people and is known for original designs to go viral.

i think he can be a clean freak. everything has to be organized and his equipment has to be clean or else he cant work at all and he will have a bad day.

when you walked in for your session, blade had to fill in since the person who was supposed to tattoo you became sick.

he deeply sighed and fixed his equipment, getting ready. he was mentally preparing himself too because he has to tattoo someone who he thinks is attractive. he has to make his work perfect so that maybe you’d come back to him if you wanted more tattoos. maintaining his composure properly until you compliment him.

you were searching for ideas and he showed you his original designs. looking with awe, you didnt realize what you said.

“these designs are so pretty and unique just like the creator himself. though i think i’ll pick this spider lily flower.” you decided.

“o-oh thank you. and this spider lily it is.” he mentally facepalmed. why did he stutter.

this made kafka turn her head because of what she overheard. she smirked and of course silverwolf was curious so she turned to witness what was happening.

“wooo! thats our bladie. he’s a little bit awkward sorry!” she teased.

when it was done, you paid your bill up front and tipped him a great amount. stealing shy glances and light touches whenever you were paying him your tip. before you went out, kafka pushed blade to give you his business card filled with his phone number.

“xxx-xxxx-xxxx text me i think you’re cute.”

kafka

she loves to play music in the background and loves to talk to you while tattooing you. gives her customers free drinks of your choice except yours has a little note with a smiley face in it.

she is definitely not shy and up front when she says she is interested in you but she certainly knows her boundaries. you can spill her some gossip or any random topic and she will talk to you.

when she notices you stare at her a lot, she would give you a wink and smirk. she just laughs when you get flustered for being caught.

she smiles to you a lot and likes to gaze on you. she makes sure she is extra gentle with you and tells you to take deep breaths if it hurts.

“take a deep breath in 3… 2… 1…”

“ good job baby your doing so well.”

“im sorry this might hurt a bit…. there you go i knew you could do it. mmmm good girl/boy. take it like a champ.”

she smirks when she sees you flustered. she knows it makes you blush and she loves to see it. at the end of the session, she makes it known that she wants to take you out and shop.

did i mention she flirts with you a lot? winks at you whenever your gazes meet.

“if you clearly cant tell, i want to know you more. i would like to take you out. just you and me how does that sound?”

kafka who has an gn! s/o who is into fashion!

she lovesssss how you dress up and accessorize. would shamelessly stare at you while u guys get ready in the morning.

if you make clothes, would gladly want to model it for you<3 or both of you do it together.

loves all your outfits and if you ask, will suggest what will make it better!! but she would be playful and say something like “it would be better if i was the clothing pretty/handsome~”

if you do makeup, she would happily let you do her makeup. if not she would teach you and put makeup on you for fun!!! she would wear deep red lipstick and kiss you all over your face just for fun except sometimes she’d be stingy and ask you to do stuff for her to earn a kiss LOL.

would want to match with you in accessories or clothes and makes sure to show you off most importantly.

shopping trips are so fun with her!!!! she would pick clothes for you and lowkey match it with her eyes most of the time.

I want to kiss Stelle too…😞

so, yaoshi's intro…

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓂𝒷 ⑅ ۫ .

ᕱ⑅ᕱ ۪ ۫ 〜 ꒰ blade x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. dom + sub dynamics / mindbreak + dubcon elements / hyperfeminine reader / bladie luvs u a lot + is sweet to u but also a littl mean in bed @ . @ / multiple rounds / creampies / praise but 's condescending / "doll" + "pretty" / spit ꒰ྀི 1.4k wc

𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . anon asked for my blade thoughts n' here they are :3 twas supposed to be a short n’ sweet thirst but i got carried away . . >///< oops ! anw , i rllie enjoyed writing dis n' i hope u equally enjoy reading it ♡ྀི feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate 🐶💋

blade is a wolf with a dangerous smile and hungry heart.

the thrill of the hunt has become second nature to him; he doesn’t think twice before devouring his prey, swallows the pain of the gashes that seem to forever line his arms and his legs with ease.

one day, he saw a lone lamb— pretty and delicate and feeble— and he began to drool.

this would be easy.

but just as he prepares to attack, the lamb catches him from the corner of her eye and makes the sweetest sound a lamb could make. he can’t find it within himself to move, his feet tethered to the ground and his eyes watching his reflection in her own curious, albeit cautious ones.

whether it is pity or infatuation, blade does not know. 

what he does know is this: if he can’t bring himself to hurt her, then he must protect her.

and if blade is this wolf, then you are his lamb— nestling into his side to better hear the soft rumble of his snores that lull you to sleep, hopping around him with a coy smile and sneaky kisses that make his lips curve up with the slightest bit of sincerity that only you are privy to. he pushes your headband back in the proper place on your scalp for you, kisses your forehead with every hello and goodbye, tucks you into his chest and shields you from any distasteful advances made towards you by others; he tells you he loves you, he loves you forever, you’re safe with him always and your heart beats a little bit harder against the shell of your ribs whenever he does. 

because your would-be killer has now become your protector, and you have grown far from terrified of him once you learned of the devotion in his blood and the tender nature of his howl.

it’s hard to not flush with warmth in all the right places when blade reaches his hands gently up your skirt and touches you at the hot apex of your thighs, thumb working at your throbbing clit, lips suckling manifestations of his love onto your neck and muttering sweet praise. his thrusts are slow and steady as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from your needy pussy, his long fingers soft around your wrists as they’re held above your head; your knees knock together cutely and you sigh and moan and whimper the dreamiest of sounds. he kisses you more sweetly when you’re like this— clearing the hair from your face and cradling the back of your head with his hand.

you’re just so precious.

but wolves aren’t without their primitive instincts, and being a tender lover is not in his game on certain nights.

“i-i can’t, can’t— ’s too much— o-oh…”

“no, no, no, shhh— it's okay, s'okay— you can take another one, doll…” blade talks down to you condescendingly, voice silky and sickeningly saccharine over the shell of your ear— barely above a whisper; but there's a dangerously teasing lilt to it that has a lick of icy hot pleasure pulsating through your abdomen as he knocks his cockhead harshly at the door to your womb.

“bladie,” with a pitiful sniffle of his name, you turn your head back over your shoulder with the last bit of strength you can muster, staring up into his hungry eyes with your own glossy ones. he thinks you’re gorgeous like this— even in your disarray— headband slowly sliding further down your scalp with the intensity of his thrusts, ponytails coming loose and mascara damply clinging to the underside of your eyes.

your shaky hands search for purchase as they wrap around either of the forearms that cage you against the bed, and blade is quick to notice how you carefully avoid the wounds you dressed for him not an hour earlier. 

his heart weeps a little at the thought and you whimper for him, broken and drawn out, “p-please, i love you…”

his heart weeps some more, the devilish smirk on his lips slightly faltering before it reappears, and he stills his heated cock in you before leaning down to bump his nose against yours, kiss you fervently and run his tongue along the concavities of your mouth. “you’re a little tease, y’know that?”

your pussy squeezes and squelches around him at the words he groans over your lips, pushing even more of your arousal past where he’s plugging you fully to thicken the creamy ring that coats the base of his cock and drips down his balls.

“one more— jus' one more— you can do it, can't cha? you'll do it for me— be a good girl ‘nd make me proud, hm?” he plants a chaste kiss to your brow before shifting his body higher, shakes your hands off his arms and digs his fingers into the flesh that wraps around your waist, his palm sculpting your spine into a perfect arch.

his smirk grows wider and he laughs an evil laugh when you whine and mewl at the shift in his angle to one that has you feeling him deeper than ever before, his cum from previous rounds oozing into your womb. you can only babble and slur your words as you slowly begin to feel all the thought getting fucked out of your head, eyes dewy and drool collecting at the corners of your lips as his cock bullies your tight cunt. his thrusts are rough and calculated, hitting that one spongy spot that has you squelching and squirting around him nonstop, the power of his hips meeting yours strong enough to send the headboard of his bed lurching back into the wall.

the words get lost in your throat and the air escapes your lungs when he begins to pound into you like you’re his prey— hard and fast and not leaving any room for reprieve. blade invades your senses and you feel him everywhere; wolfish red eyes staring at you from all corners, his claws ripping at the delicate satin of your dress, low snarls and growls drilling into your eardrums.

“o-oh, god…”

“you know my name, and it’s not ‘god’…” he leans his full weight on you as his chest lays flush against your spine, voice a low growl and full of spit as he fists your hair and yanks back to get you to face him, “so say it properly.”

you pout and whine, blinking away your tears before squeezing your eyes shut to avoid seeing your reflection in his ravenous ones. he begins to grind himself into your womb; your toes curl and feet kick aimlessly under the broad expanse of his body. “blade, please, p-please—”

it’s pretty, how you whine and pant for him, make the softest sounds a lamb can make. you sound like you’re about to cry; you sound so fucking adorable and look the part as well— mouth hanging open with your tongue pushing gently against your bottom lip, tiny bubbles of drool pooling at the corners. at this point, there’s nothing in your head but spools upon spools of ribbon that twist and turn to spell his name, little chanted whines of bladebladeblade dripping from your tongue.

you’re so fucking pretty like this, and it hurts— the coil that wraps around his abdomen contracting and relaxing sporadically in time with his sloppy, wet thrusts. he takes advantage of your open mouth, cooing teasingly at you as he squishes your cheeks with his fingers and lets a stringy glob of spit dribble onto your tongue.

the drawn-out moan of his name is dry as it leaves your throat, your walls spasming wildly when he laughs lowly, darkly, baring his canines to you before letting his head fall forward to bump against yours. “awh, y’like that, huh? pretty thing you are, aren’t you…”

he huffs in between his strained words, thrusts slowing and hips stilling as he shoots blanks inside you, paints your womb with more hot globs of white. and you’re right there with him when he bites into your shoulder and thumbs at your slick clit, little squirts of your arousal coating his groin and muffled wanton cries invading his senses.

you think there’s a brief moment of clemency he grants you when he pulls out of you and kisses down your spine, but you’re quick to realize he’s only lulling you into a trap. because before you can run, he’s already rolling you over onto your back and kissing the frills of your sock as he rests your ankles on his shoulders, eyes red and gleaming, a low growl bubbling in his chest. 

blade wears his dangerous smile and hungry heart for you to see like this, and fear settles in your bones when you know that he’s nowhere near finished devouring his prey.

❤︎˚⊹ special taggie for blade’s prettiest angel @thetempleofnyx !

COOL IT DOWN

synopsis: cryo women cooling you down (featuring: ganyu, shenhe, layla, rosaria, ayaka, eula)

rating: 18+ n.sfw (minors dni)

warnings: dom! afab gn reader (ganyu, layla, ayaka) and sub! afab gn reader (shenhe, rosaria, eula). temperature play, improper use of cryo vision, scissoring, strap on, face-sitting, oral, biting, breast worship, fingering, dirty talk and slight degradation.

art credits: the love doctor

GANYU

Ganyu whimpered as you ground your hips feverishly against her cunt, slick fluids dripping down her thighs and onto the bed sheets below. You held one of her legs over your shoulder and smiled when she trembled under your hold, cooing at how cute she was with the way her eyes looked up at you under tearful lashes. 

“Ganyu…” you purr gently, stroking one of her calves, “You’re so cold…it’s perfect…”

She lets out a small whine at your words and attempts to smile, the cryo energy emitting from her body cooling the two of you down from the hot blazing heat of the sun… She never would’ve thought to use her vision like this, but since you were the one to suggest it, she quite liked the idea as now the two of you could have sex in the summer without getting too hot…

“Ah…w-wait…!”

With a sudden grind of your core against hers, Ganyu moans and grips onto your thighs while the icy feeling mixed with the heat of her folds makes you groan out in relief. “So nice…” you mumble, smiling down at her with half lidded eyes, “So good for me…”

The half-adepti whimpered pathetically at your words and seemed to bask in your praise, clumsy hands reaching up to wrap around your neck and bring you down for a kiss. Lips hotter than fire as she came all over your thighs. 

SHENHE

You yelped as Shenhe thrust furiously against your cunt with her strap. The cold dick molding itself inside your walls as you tried your best not to cum right then and there. The adeptus student looked quite intrigued at your reactions of ecstasy and held you closer against her to nibble on your ear, minty breath brushing up against your skin as she whispered hotly to fluster you even more.

“Does that feel good…?” Shenhe inquired, delivering low, shallow thrusts that made you feel the spreading coldness of cryo. “You’re holding me really tight…”

Attentive eyes locked on your cunt, she watched as it creamed deliciously over the plastic blue dildo. Tilting her head and letting judgment decide that you were indeed enjoying it. “…That seems like a good sign, I’ll go faster then…”

She started to speed up her thrusts and you gripped her legs to stabilize yourself when you bounced with each hard push. Shenhe gazing lustfully at the way her cock sank in and out with each drag of her hips, and pulling you tighter against her to feel you tremble with each, brutal, thrust.

She was definitely taking her time in making sure you were thoroughly enjoying this, the cold strap on bringing relief to your hot folds as she grinded her pelvis against your ass. “So hot…” she grunts out, starting to lose her cool as she traced the folds of your entrance with her fingers, bending you over into a position that allowed the toy to move in deeper. 

“I’ll make you feel so much better…”

LAYLA

Layla was shivering above you, unable to keep her noises to a minimum as she cried in pleasure from your tongue fucking her from below. She wasn’t used to this, being on top of you I mean. The poor elf clumsily gripping onto the sides of your pillow and rocking her hips gently to ride your face.

“Ah…I’m sorry it’s…mmh…too much…” Layla cried, looking so cute and shy as she looked down at you below her, clearly having the time of your life. “Don’t be…you taste divine…” you chuckle once you come up for air, the woman producing a comfortably cold temperature that made you shiver with delight. 

Layla whimpers at your words and shyly plants herself back down on your tongue. Feeling the tip of your nose hit her clit and cause her legs to buckle at the sensation. “Hm…Mmh…”

You notice her struggling to sit properly on top of you and laugh, the vibrations sending her into ecstasy as she moans into her lips. As she does this however, you reach up to grip her hips and stabilize her so she doesn’t fall. Her skin smooth and cold to the touch as she rocked herself more desperately on your tongue. 

“A-Ah…!” She bit her lip and moved her hands sporadically to your hair, gripping it tightly with pleasure. “More…more…”

She let out a small groan and dropped her head down to look at you, eyes clouded with a fog of lust as her tongue lolled out to show her aching desire for you…

ROSARIA

Rosaria’s tongue was thick and cold as it lapped up against your cunt, legs trembling as the nun used her even colder fingers to pry your legs apart and keep you spread for her mouth. She clicked her tongue in disapproval when she saw you trying to close your legs, keeping her away from the warm flesh that tempted her into tainting her mouth with your sin.

“Stay spread.” She says coldly, not playing around anymore as she kept you uncomfortably pinned to the wooden table below. “You complained about being too hot so here I am, helping you cool down.”

You let out a shaky breath as she thrust her tongue deeper inside you, dragging the tip against the slick walls of your folds and staring up at you with an unamused look in her eyes. She looked bored, but that couldn’t be far from the truth. The contrast of your hot clit wrapped around her cold tongue just made her uncontrollably lust for you, addicted to how she could make you shiver in the heat of summer just by using her cryo vision and her tongue…

“R-Rosaria…” you flinched when you felt her icy teeth latch onto your clit for talking. The feeling overwhelming your senses as the soothing, sharp pain cooled down your burning body.

“I thought we agreed on moans only…” she murmured into your skin, taste buds rubbing harder inside of you as she groaned at the warmness inside. “Stay quiet, or I’ll freeze your lips with my tongue…”

AYAKA

It felt like you were sucking on ice cream when you placed your lips on Ayaka. Tongue swirling over her stiffened nipples as she whimpered and tugged at your hair in response, bringing you closer to her chest while struggling to keep her moans from leaving her lips.

“Is it…haah…is it cold enough…?” Ayaka murmurs with a shiver, closing her eyes as you prodded her right breast with your teeth. The soft flesh puffing up a pretty pink as you detached from it with a gentle pop. “It’s lovely, my dear. Like a cold treat on a warm day…”

You giggle when you see her blush. Such a contrast to the cool, fridge-like feeling emitting from her own body. Vision wielders were incredible…to alter their own bodies like this and control the elements…the possibilities were endless…

You dove back down to kiss her softly, savoring the fleshy warmth of her lips that made your nerves tingle from temperature change. Not too long ago were you sucking on something much colder, and the contrast made your core heat up in anticipation. 

With one last kiss, you trailed your lips down the narrow of her neck, down to her collarbone where you laid a colony of hickies, over the valley of her breasts that made you smile when you saw the teeth marks still embedded, and right above the princess’ bare stomach that iced your hot tongue.

“There…!” Ayaka gasps, pressing her stomach against your lips and trembling when she feels how hot you are, “Just right there…”

EULA

The aristocrat smiled as she watched her fingers sink deep into the velvety warm walls of your pussy… A tint of blue emitting from her fingers as you squirm and writhe from her icy cold touch, fingers so frosty and long as she plunged them in as far as they could go. 

“Hah, you’re practically gushing over me already…” she chuckles lightly, kissing your ear as she starts to move. “Careful now…if you’re this wet already your walls would stick to my fingers like glue…”

She laughed when you only grew wetter at the thought. Soft, slow strokes thrusting into you as she savored the warmth of your fluttering walls. Eula was over the edge, completely overwhelmed and so in love as she grew obsessed with the way your cunt gripped her fingers. “So… filthy.”

Eula then lunged forward and bit the stem of your neck, basking in your cries as she let her frosty teeth nip at your skin.

“You’re still this hot…?” Eula breathlessly murmurs, pinching your clit with her thumb and stirring your insides even more. “Hmpf. Shame…I expected you to be shivering by now…”

You felt her fingers get colder inside you and you whine at the sensation, knees buckling and struggling to hold yourself up as the aristocrat places a firm hand on your belly, keeping you upright and delivering a cold shock to the bare skin of your stomach.

“Don’t fall now. I don’t want to dirty my knees if you can’t handle my fingers…”

if it’s alright, could i request kafka with a reader who’s a medic for the stellaron hunters?

— medic for the stellaron hunters? i think you mean medic for her because she’s gate keeping you if she hasn’t already. like, you fr think you going to take care of the others when you’re hers? jk jk.

— kafka comes in for the smallest shit like if she somehow gotten a scratch on a mission, she wants you to “heal” her. she’ll fake moan in pain with that sly smile on her face while pointing at a little ass scratch on the expose skin of her shoulder. you’ll just sigh, “ kafka, don’t waste my time. you don’t need to be injured to come and see me, we are literally dating now. “ ofc she’ll claim that it wouldn’t be fun if she only had one reason to come.

— literally will flirt with you to the point where she sometimes asks for a “full check up” on one of the beds. knowing what she’s insinuating, you just push her out of the room much to her disappointment and amusement.

— surprisingly, kafka gets pretty jealous when you tend to others that’s not her. but it’s more like a puppy jealous, y’know? she knows that it’s your job to help out the hunters but damn, she wish those healing hands would be put into. .better use.

— if she walks into you treating blade (we all know bro’s getting injuried more often than not.) her demeanor changes ever so slightly, she’ll continue to smile like usual but will just flirt her ass off right in front of him. yeah, she thinks she’s a comedian. blade rolls his eyes and grunts whenever kafka says some real purposely cringey shit to you. hell, he knows she’s fucking with him when she’s glancing over at him time to time, smirking.

— in serious moments when kafka is actually injured, it’s filled with solemn silence. you’re quietly tending to her wounds and she’s just sitting there, her eyes watching your every move. of course, she’s smiling however it’s only the slight curve of the corner of her red lips that’s barely noticeable. “ what a beautiful mess you are. “ her smile grows larger at your comment, “ a beautiful mess? that’s one way to describe me sweetheart. i’m flattered. “

— if you’re on the mission with the crew, she’s watching over you. whether it’ll be glancing over her shoulder, making sure your close by or whatever maybe; one of her main priorities if not the most important one is you. i mean you are the one and only medic after all, and her dear lover.

supposedly, allegedly, kafka was having some foot pain after a mission and she came in complaining about how sore her feet was. you rolled your eyes, immediately knowing the problem, she literally does her duties in heels! you tell her to sit down and take off the heels so you can take a look and massage them, her reaction was honestly adorable coming from her.

“ make sure to get between the toes as well, sweets.“ she says smugly, enjoying the view of you concentrating on massaging her “ sore “ foot. you threw a quick glare her way before reverting your attention back to the massage. “ be quiet woman, I’m not suppose to be fucking doing this so you’re lucky. “

“ oh? maybe i am lucky or “ she drags out the syllable in her usual raspy tone, “ . . .you just wanted to touch my feet? “

“ do i look like i got a damn foot fetish, kafka? you’re the one who—g-get out of my office! “