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kiwisandpearls · 2 years ago

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Reckless

Svarog and Clara x Platonic! Gn! Young! Reader

Summary: Svarog and Clara love you deeply as family, but they both wish you would stop running straight into danger and would have at least a bit of self-preservation.

Warnings: the reader being gender neutral and using they/them pronouns, Clara and Svarog potentially being out of character, injury and mentions of potential death but nothing more.

“(Y/n), I think you really need to be more careful…” Clara placed another bandaid on a small scrape on your knee.

“Come on, Clara, relax, I’m fine! See? Nothing that a few bandaids can’t fix up.” Clara looks up at you with a slightly disapproving look, and then closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh.

“You always say that,” Clara opens her eyes and looks up at you again with a worried look in her eyes, “but what if just ‘a few bandaids’ won’t be enough? What if you come back with worse injuries? What if you—”

“Clara,” You grabbed onto Clara’s and looked at her with a soft smile on your face, “don’t worry. This is your sibling we’re talking about. I’ll be fine.” Clara looked at you with an unsatisfied expression, causing you to sigh.

“Fine, if I promise not to get into as much trouble anymore, will you trust me?…And…not tell Svarog what happened.” Clara blinked at you before responding.

“Promise me?” You chuckled, “I promise.”

After Clara treated all your injuries you decided to take a walk around the Robot Settlement. You hoped that you wouldn’t bump into Svarog during your walk, as you didn’t want him to see your injuries and find out about what you did. While not by much, you were still technically older than Clara, but that didn’t make Svarog any less protective of you, as he sees you the same way that he sees Clara, as family. In fact, he was partially more protective of you due to your reckless attitude and inability to sense danger. Svarog wouldn’t do anything “bad” per se, but whenever he found about your injuries from your recklessness, he would scold you. Which is fine . . . but it would get annoying after a while.

You sighed. Really, the only reason as to why you were so reckless was because you wanted to help the Robot Settlement. All the injuries you got were from monsters attacking you as you collected materials and medicines that the Robot Settlement needed. Of course your self-destructive attitude plus your zero self-preservation probably didn’t help. At the end of the day though, you just wanted to be useful. Clara was good with gadgets and robots and Svarog was good at fighting. But you? You weren’t really good at anything, at least in your mind.

“(Y/n).” A voice said. You froze, you recognized that robotic voice from anywhere. You could practically feel his gaze staring into you. Slowly and nervously you turned around to meet giant robot you proclaimed as your family, Svarog.

“Heeey, Svarog…? You doing good?” You tried your best to hide your bandaged arm behind your back, praying he didn’t see it early.

“Affirmative. May I ask what you are doing out here?” You gave Svarog a fake smile, trying your hardest to not let your anxiety be known.

“Oh y’know…just…taking a walk.” Svarog slightly nodded, then stayed silent for a few seconds.

“May I ask something else?” Your fake smile slightly twitched as you silently prayed Svarog wouldn’t ask about your bandage.

“Sure! Ask away.” Please don’t mention the bandage please don’t mention the bandage please don’t—

“May I ask why your arm is wrapped in a bandage?” You internally screamed.

“Oh! I uhh…just— bumped it on the table.” Svarog silently stared at you, as if seeing through you. You knew that in some way, he probably didn’t believe you.

“Alright. Please be more careful.” Another twitch in your fake smile. “Of course.” Svarog walks off. When he was far enough that he wouldn’t see you, you sighed. ‘Be more careful’. That’s what they always said. You knew everyone who said that meant well but you hated that phrase. It felt like no one truly understood why you did what you did.

You just shook off your thoughts and looked towards the Vagrant Camp, and started walking towards it, trying to take your mind off of everything. As you walked into the camp you could hear two vagrants whispering to each other about something. You slowly slid closer to hear what they were saying.

“We’re probably gonna need more supplies,” One whispered.

“Yeah, but where are we gonna get them?” The other responded. They both stayed silent for a second before the other hesitantly opened their mouth again.

“We could try the Outlying Snow Plains…” The other hesitantly pointed out. The first vagrant’s head snapped up to look at the other in pure disbelief.

“Are you crazy?!” The first whisper-yelled, “that place is swarming with monsters, plus it’s cold as hell!” The other raised their hands up in defeat.

“It was just a suggestion,” they sighed, exasperated. They then crossed their arms, “But it could work! There were some abandoned building there! There could be some supplies that are still good in them.” The first sighed as well.

“You’re right. But still, how are we supposed to get them? We’re just a pair of vagrants, we’re not strong like Svarog or those Trailblazer guys.” The second looked down, defeated. You, still far enough to not be spotted but close enough to at least what they were saying, stared at them in thought. They were right in a way, the Outlying Snow Plains were really dangerous for regular old people like the vagrants and you. But that hasn’t stopped you before. You looked down at your bandaged arm, thinking between heeding Svarog’s words, or doing what your heart said you should. Sure, Svarog was right, you needed to be careful, but those guys needed supplies! Plus, it’s not like your gonna be out there too long, so nothing bad should happen…

Right?

When no one was looking you slipped out of the Robot Settlement and headed to the Overworld, to the Outlying Snow Plains; with nothing but a bag for the supplies you’d get. When you finally reached the Outlying Snow Plains you instantly realized that vagrant was not lying at all, the Outlying Snow Plains were cold as hell. You breathed into your hands and rubbed them together hoping they’d get warm as you shuddered in the cold winds. Despite the cold, you were prepared to go on and get those supplies. You slowly walked uphill to reach where the abandoned houses were, kicking your legs up and shaking them from time to time to get the snow out and rubbing your arms with the winds picked up. But then, finally, you made it; you made to the top of your uphill walk, seeing a few abandoned houses.

Finally, oh thank all that’s holy, finally. You walked over to one of the abandoned houses and walk in since…well there was no door. You looked around, wondering where to look first; when you decided to pick corner of the house. You got on your knees and slowly started digging through the snow, occasionally stopping to warm up your hands and rubbing them together. Finally you felt something glass-like touch your hand, and you quickly dug it up to find it was a bottle of alcohol. You humorlessly laughed and stuffed it in your bag, deciding to only check if the supplies were still good when you got back to the Robot Settlement. You kept digging, finding a thin roll of bandages, a few rations, and another bottle of alcohol. You placed them all in your bag and got up, as you decided it’d be a good idea to leave now, before anything noticed you were there.

And then you felt it, the sensation that someone was right behind you, staring into your back. You slowly turned around to see an Everwinter Shadewalker, just as it’s weapon was being swung down to hit you.

“Mr. Svarog, Mr. Svarog!” Svarog turned to the white-haired child’s voice as she ran over to him.

“What is it, Clara?” Svarog inquired Clara, “Are you hurt?” Clara shook her head as she looked up at Svarog with tears in her eyes.

“It’s (Y/n)! I don’t know when they did but…I think they ran out to get supplies on their own again!” Clara sniffled before she continued her story, “I— I asked everyone if they saw them leave and they all said no, but that some news are spread around that there could be some important supplies in the Outlying Snow Plains, and I— I—” Before Clara continued she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I think they went there to go get them.” She whispered. Svarog stared at her, thinking for a moment, before he answered her.

“Clara, please remain here. I will bring by (Y/n). Prepare bandages and disinfectant in case something happens.” Clara softly smiled and ran back to the Vagrant Camp. She then suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Svarog, “Will…will (Y/n) be ok?” When Svarog didn’t answer her, Clara continued, “I’m sure they’ll be ok…I hope.” Clara turned back around and continued to run back to the Vagrant Camp.

“As do I,” Svarog said.

You held your bleeding arm, the one you had used to block the strike from the Shadewalker. The bandages on that arm has completely been ripped off. Somehow, when your arm got struck, you managed to run out of the house. You stopped clutching your arm and used both of your hands to hold on to your bag, turning it away from the ever stalking closer Shadewalker.

“I…I won’t let you have this! This is for everyone in the Robot Settlement! So don’t think I’ll just hand it to you,” You hissed, trying to ignore the searing pain in your arm. The Shadewalker ignored your words however and jumped up, as it then struck you in the shoulder, causing you to scream out in pain and stumble backwards. You turned around and clutched your bag close to your chest, as you had your back act as a shield for your bag. You screamed once more as the Shadewalker struck you on the back. You dropped to your knees as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. This was the end for you, you just knew it. You flew too close to the sun this time. You braced yourself for another painful strike to the back, as your body threatened to collapse, slowly hearing it get closer to you again.

That was until you felt a large robotic hand place itself in front of you to keep you front collapsing into the cold snow. You then heard what you believed to be a laser being fired presumably hitting the Shadewalker as you then heard it die. Finally, you heard nothing more than the sound of your own labored breath and the winds all around you. You slowly opened an eye to see what had caught you, when, through your blurry vision, you caught the glimpse of a very familiar looking robot hand. You opened your other eye and turned your gaze upwards to the person whose hand it belonged to, only to see Svarog staring down at you. You finally allowed to tears to spill as you weakly smiled up at him.

“Thanks for…catching me,” was the last thing you heard yourself murmur before everything went dark.

When you woke, you felt yourself being carried by someone. You opened your eyes and looked up to see it was Svarog who was carrying you. You felt too tired to say anything, so you just stared at him for a bit, recollecting your thoughts. That’s when remembered what happened. The bag. You quickly looked down (or looked down as quickly as you could in your weakened state) to see you were still holding onto the bag, supplies and all. You let out a sigh, which clearly didn’t go unnoticed by Svarog as he slowed down and looked down at you.

“You are now awake,” Svarog stated.

“So it would seem,” you whispered in a raspy voice; as you weakly smiled at him, “I’m guessing we’re back to the Robot Settlement?” You asked him.

“Affirmative. I would’ve treated your wounds the moment I found you but it would not fair well in the climate we were in,” Svarog looked up again, “Not only that, but your wounds you too deep.” He slowly picked up the pace, not enough to jostle you but enough for you to at least notice. “Fortunately, I was able to stop your bleeding with some of the supplies you had collected.” You humorlessly laughed once more.

“Would you look at that? They actually came in handy,” You rasped out. Svarog didn’t answer you, so you just turned your gaze to where Svarog was looking, noticing that you two were indeed in the Robot Settlment. You also noticed Clara running up to your two, holding some bandages and disinfectant.

“Mr. Svarog! (Y/n)!” Clara cried out. Svarog slowed to a stop and slowly and carefully laid you down to the ground, yet he still held your shoulders to keep you upright; careful not to touch the scar on your back.

“(Y/n)! Thank goodness, you’re ok…” Clara immediately started to unwrap the bandages Svarog had wrapped around your body in order to assess the wounds.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Only thanks to Svarog,” You looked back up Svarog who only looked back at you, not responding to what you said. You, feeling guilty under Svarog’s gaze, looked away as Clara took care of your wounds. You three sat in silence before Clara huffed, as she finished rewrapping your wounds with bandages. You looked back at her, noticing the small amount of tears in her eyes.

“Oh Clara, please don’t cry. I’m still alive aren’t I?” You tried to comfort her, putting your good hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you with an sad expression on her face.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this again. This time you could’ve actually…” Clara looked down and trailed off. You looked down as well.

“Clara is right, (Y/n),” Svarog finally spoke up, “it is true that while you were alright this time, there is a high percentage you may not be able to make it next time.” You let go of Clara’s shoulder and held your bad arm.

“I know but…” You drew in a breath before continue, “It’s just…you two have stuff that your get at that can help the settlement in one way or another. Clara, you’re great with fixing robots and Svarog you fight really well. Me on the other hand? I have no skills, so…I just wanted to be useful in some way…y’know…?” As you finished explain you looked up at Clara to see her heartbroken expression, which just made you feel worse.

“You…you thought you were useless…?” Clara questioned. You nodded, all your attention focused on the floor. “Oh, (Y/n)…” Clara quietly murmured before enveloping you in a hug, which you reciprocated. You two sat there hugging each other for a bit while Svarog kneeled behind both of you, silently watching, before piping up again.

“We do not believe you are useless (Y/n). You are family, and that is enough for us,” He continues, “even then, if you still want to collect supplies, let me know so I may accompany you.” You finally let go of Clara and looked at the robot.

“You got it, Svarog,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

While you knew your insecurities wouldn’t go away that quickly, it was nice knowing you had a family who genuinely cared for you and wanted you say. On that day you decided, perhaps it’s a good idea to start being a little less reckless.

Oof this was long, also sorry if the ending kinda sucks I didn’t know how to end it. I hope you like this.

that’s all I gotta say bye now lol

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ryker-others · 2 years ago

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Svarog relationship headcanons

yes, this is Svarog x reader I love him and he deserves more love @bladesmuse he's consumed my brain so now all of you have to endure it too. Another Svarog thing coming soon

you will never find a man more loyal than Svarog. end of story.

this man was willing to do almost anything to protect the underground, and he would do the same for you

you and Clara are his highest priorities, even above the underground itself

speaking of Clara

she has to love you for things to work with Svarog

but you get to be like another parent to the adorable little girl!

you guys are like a little family!

anything you need? He will try and find a way to get it for you

even if you slightly express interest, he will sense it and try and get it for you

anytime you're upset or something is wrong, he knows

his scans can detect distress of any kind so there's really no point in hiding anything from him

still, if you don't want to talk about something, he won't push you

this man is the perfect size to hold you and completely surround you

like he's so careful when he holds you not to hurt you in any way, but he makes sure his body is comfortable enough for you to rest against

there's even enough room for Clara to be held at the same time too!

but there are times when he can't hold you, so he may set you down and simply give you his coat if you still need cuddles

you know how Clara has Perkins as a little robot to defend her when Svarog is busy? You have one too!

he'll even let you customize it or call it whatever you want

as long as it can do it's job and keep you safe, you can do whatever you want

Svarog will never forget anything about you

it's literally impossible

any information he gathers about you and what you like/dislike is stored in his databank and tagged as important

a TON of those files tagged important are about you

literally almost every time you bond with Clara too

while he's not naturally affectionate in any way, he will give subtle affection if that's what you want

you just have to let him know and he will do it

Svarog would not be with you if he didn't feel he could trust you

so of course your opinion or thoughts are very crucial to him

that being said, he can't always go by what you say or tell you everything

if he feels it would only hurt you or it's a locked file then he can't tell you and he hopes you can understand

he'll also go against your wishes if he thinks that the outcome will be better for you and everyone else

he may try to surprise you with little dates/cute moments tho

Svarog did proper research on what couples normally do, and he's taking examples from that

for example, he may try to set up a nice little meal for you two (despite him not even needing to eat) and he'll try and make it "romantic"

one thing he really does enjoy, is dancing with you

no matter if it's a slow dance or just him watching you spin around, he loves it

he'll even play those memory files over in his system

somewhere he has a photo of you and Clara smiling together and he treasures it the most

literally has backups upon backups of that photo

Svarog was literally programed to value preservation so he's going to try and preserve this relationship :)

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corruptedroses · 2 years ago

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— Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die

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Fandom — Honkai Star Rail Pairing — Svarog/fem! reader (no pronouns used) Summary — One thing may not fit, but there are other things that can Content Warnings — fingering, size difference, robosex, dirty talk (badly), photographed during sex (pls I promise it makes sense) Word Count — 1,085 Author's note — inspired by this image, to be cross posted on ao3. I'm just horny

@teabreakpancakes

“My copulatory appendage is the size of your thigh.”

Your face burned in shock as Svarog spoke his findings, sitting across from you as if it were any conversation about things such as the weather, or maybe the situation with Clara. But no, this man — robot — had just informed you that his penis was the size of your thigh, and looking down at them, your cup rested on top of your right one between your hands, you knew that was no easy feat.

Yeah, that thing probably couldn’t fit inside of you— “I could take it.” The words came flying out of your mouth before you could even think of stopping them, feeling as your throat closed in on itself far too late. The lens of his eye flickered. “Did you just take a picture?”

“Affirmative.”

Your face buried further into your hands, ears burning with heat as you shook with laughter. Of course he would take a photo of something like this, it was something that he would want to remember, want to bring up in conversation when he wishes to disregard something, but yet you heard his whirling, peeking through your fingers to stare at the red dot that was his eye.

“Analysing…” the robot started, your hands slowly coming down to rest back on your lap again. What was there to analyse? What was there to even look at when he couldn’t even fit his co— “analysing complete.” Knocked out of your thoughts by the robot as he leaned forward, you knew that if he could breathe, it would fan over the entirety of your face at this point, especially as he raised a hand to your cheek, almost seeming to be measuring the size of his palm to your face. “While my phallus may not fit you,” oh god, you didn’t want him to use phallus again, “my fingers can, it will, however, be a tight fit.”

As his fingers came to show themselves in front of your face, wide and thick, you blinked once, twice.

“I can work with that.”

It had taken some liquid courage and a few minutes checking that Clara wasn’t home before you found yourself on the robot’s thigh, your fingers bunched in his coat as his fingers slowly worked you open. He had been right about them being a tight fit as not only was one finger inside of you enough to make a tight squeeze but two was enough to make you gasp, your body trembling as he eased them in. Even with your slickness, even with lube, it was strange and so very cold as he slowly eased them in and out of your hole.

“Your blood pressure is elevated.” The robot said, able to feel your pulse through your throbbing, aching cunt as he teased your walls, dragging the warming metal across your insides. You were unable to speak, on the other hand, your fingers flexing against the fabric of his coat as you softly mewled and whined. It was so good, you felt so full.

His thigh pushed upwards, pushing his fingers further into you with a gasp. A flicker of his lens was made.

“You look attractive like this.” If you were of the sound mind, you would’ve taken the moment to realise that it had been an attempt of flirting, though his thumb made its way to your neglected clit, sampling some of your slick as he massaged the needy bud. “Do you enjoy this?”

“Svarog…” You barely were able to mutter, eyes squeezing shut as you melted into his hand, “keep doing that. Good.”

“Affirmative.” Even if he was a robot that required no need for sexual intercourse, you couldn’t help but note at the way he held you, almost experimental, even as he had two of his thick, long, cold fingers deep within your cunt. Every gasp, every whine, every moan that sent your face rolling forth into the fur of his jacket, they were all saved into his memory bank, all of them saved into a little folder so deep inside that it would take weeks, months to find if anyone were to compromise him. He wanted to draw out those little moans, those little whines, they were enough to send his circuits into overdrive, especially when you would call his name.

Was this what humans craved, to have someone under their submission? Svarog could only stare down at you, taking photo after photo, video after video, especially where you sat on his fingers, dirtying his metal with your sinful, lewd juices. He wanted to have this imprinted in his memory bank forever, to see you drooling, cross eyed, gasping his name.

“Do you like this?” A long dormant part of his circuit awakened, a massaging feature that a scientist had installed for long nights in the lab turned into something more sinful as he felt his thumb begin to vibrate, those low, soft moans and gasps becoming higher pitched, feeling the way you clenched around his fingers. He didn’t need an answer, even as you tilted your head back, your hips beginning to grind down on his hand.

Your heart, your pulse, it was beating faster and faster, able to hear the way it pounded in your chest as you grinded, you circled your hips, you pressed your throbbing clit against his vibrating finger. More, more, humans always wanted more, he would give you more.

He would throw you off the bouts of pleasure if it meant seeing your face, your body, contort into this pleasure over and over, skin slickened with sweat.

His free hand, the one that had rested against your spine the entire time, slowly slinked its way up your shirt, cold fingers brushing against hardened nipples that pebbled under his touch. Pinching one, he heard the way you whined, hips stuttering to a halt as you twitched and groaned, your cunt clenching around his fingers so tight like a vice as you squirted all over him.

Mission accomplished.

Slowly beginning to pull his fingers out of you, watching you gasp and whimper, his calculations saw this being the end, saw this being the only time line that could exist. But you were an anomaly in his data, especially as you stared him directly in the eye, still heaving in gulps of air as you kept a hand on his wrist, pushing his fingers back inside.

“We’re not stopping until you will fit inside me.”

Another photo saved to his memory bank.

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toshisdecadence · 4 months ago

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ERROR 404: Overload!

PAIRING: svarog x mechanic!fem reader

TAGS & WARNINGS: dark content, dubcon (reader says it’s too much but svarog has a mission to collect data), rough sex, multiple rounds, dom!svarog, sub!fem reader, svarog is Massive, cervix mentions, tummy bulge descriptions, multiple rounds, overstimulation, size difference, power dynamics, size kink, fingering, unrealistic sex, robot fuckers unite!, can you tell i have a size kink?

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

SUMMARY: You discover the reason why Svarog wears pants.

The repair bay smelled faintly of heated metal, coolant fluid, and faint traces of alcohol; a sharp tang that clung to the sterile air. You barely noticed it anymore, accustomed to the hum of machinery and the faint vibration of tools against metal. But today, that hum was louder, and the vibrations sharper, emanating not from your usual repair work but from the massive, battle-worn war machine sitting across from you.

Svarog loomed over the room, his 8’11 frame too large for the reinforced chair you’d hastily reinforced when he arrived. His joints hissed faintly, micro-servos struggling to compensate for the damage he’d sustained during the Wardance duel against Luka earlier that day. Faint dents marred his reinforced dark blue chest plating, and faint sparks sputtered from the exposed wiring along his arm.

You reached for your tools, hyper-aware of the pinkish-red glow of his cyclopean optical sensor tracking your every movement.

“Superficial damage sustained. Functionality remains above 90%. Repairs are non-essential.” His voice rumbled, a deep, mechanical timbre that sent a shiver up your spine.

You regarded him critically. “Non-essential? Your vents are overheating, and you’re rattling like a dying starship. Sit still and let me work.”

He didn’t argue. Svarog was nothing if not logical, and logic dictated that he allow himself to be repaired. Still, there was a tension to him, a stiffness beyond the rigid design of his armor. He didn’t like being examined, didn’t like lowering his guard to anyone else other than Clara, even in the hands of someone who statistically meant him no harm or stood a chance against him.

You stepped closer, tools in hand, and gently pressed against the plating on his shoulder. His frame vibrated under your touch, a subtle hum you might have missed if you hadn’t been so close.

“Core temperature stable,” he intoned. “Subsystems fully operational.”

“Your fans tell a different story,” you muttered, running diagnostics through a handheld scanner. “You’re burning hotter than you should be.”

Svarog didn’t respond right away, but you could feel his pinkish-red optic watching your hands as they worked, tracking each movement with the precision of an apex predator. The thought sent an odd warmth through your body, and you tried to shake it off.

You needed to focus.

The repairs took you lower, inspecting the dents along his torso plating. The main brunt of the damage he took from Luka’s mechanical arm focused around his torso. One of the seams had split, exposing a layer of reinforced polymer beneath the outer shell. Carefully, you reached for the damaged panel, fingers brushing against the edge of the pants covering his lower half. It was an unusual addition for a machine built for combat, and one that always raised questions in your mind.

You tugged lightly at the material, intending only to check the joints underneath, but your fingers brushed against something unexpected beneath the fabric.

Your breath hitched.

The surface wasn’t the cold hardness of metal or the pliable texture of synthetic padding. It was smooth, warm, and distinctly… organic in shape.

You froze, pulling your hand back as though burned.

His optic dimmed slightly in a flicker that you’d come to recognize as his equivalent of a blink.

You swallowed down the saliva that had gathered in your mouth, gesturing vaguely at his lower half, struggling to form the words.

Svarog tilted his head, the motion eerily human. “This component was included in my original design for biological infiltration protocols.”

You stared at him as if he grew a second head. “Biological… infiltration?”

“My model is the third series of the Monitoring Automaton Prototype, engineered to simulate human anatomy. The purpose was strategic manipulation through intimate interactions if required by mission parameters.”

Your throat felt dryer, and the question that left your mouth sounded ridiculous even to you. “You’re telling me someone thought it’d be a good idea to put a dick on a war machine?”

“Affirmative.”

His voice remained perfectly calm, but your face was burning. A sneaky glance at his lower half rendered you speechless once again. Whoever designed Svarog certainly made his… appendage proportional to his hulking body.

You tried to laugh it off, but the sound came out strained. “And… what? You’ve just been...” You made an awkward gesture with your hand, “carrying it around this whole time?”

“Correct. The feature has never been activated.”

He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world, and somehow that made it worse.

You stared at him in disbelief. “Do you even know how it works?”

Svarog paused, the glow of his optic focusing intently on you. It flickered momentarily.

“My systems include theoretical data on function and compatibility. However, no practical demonstrations have been performed.”

The room felt hotter suddenly, and you were certain that it wasn’t because of Svarog’s malfunctioning fans. Your mind raced with countless possibilities. Given Svarog’s size, you weren’t even sure how anyone was supposed to take that. Did it have a shrinking feature? Did it automatically adjust with Svarog’s… partner?

You swallowed, trying to steer the conversation back to something technical and banish the questions swirling in your head.

“Right,” you muttered, clearing your throat. “Well, let’s make sure you don’t explode first. Then we’ll worry about your…” Your traitorous gaze flickered down again, swallowing, “attachments.”

You regretted the words the second they left your mouth. Svarog’s optic dimmed again, and he shifted in his seat with a faint creak of metal.

“Acknowledged.”

You groaned internally and forced yourself to focus, pulling open the next panel and reaching in to check his sensor nodes. But you couldn’t help the way your mind kept wandering to the warm, flexible material hidden underneath that fabric. Whoever invented Svarog’s model was an absolute pervert and lunatic, you thought to yourself. A war machine equipped with a dick? You still could not wrap your head around it. To the way Svarog had described it so matter-of-factly, like it was just another tool in his arsenal.

And yet… the tension in his frame, the way his systems overcompensated whenever you touched him, those weren’t reactions you’d expect from a simple machine.

Your hands hovered above the exposed sensor nodes, still adjusting the connections, but your thoughts were no longer entirely focused on the task at hand.

It was impossible to ignore the strange electric tension in the air between you and Svarog. Every time your fingers brushed against his cooling panels or adjusted a wiring interface, you felt it; the subtle hum of his systems, almost like a heartbeat. Or maybe it was just the increasing proximity to his form, which felt more real with every touch, even if you knew he wasn’t alive in the traditional sense.

The heat beneath his outer plating felt too organic, too alive. The warmth spread further with each subtle shift of his hulking frame as you adjusted his internals, a mechanical symphony of soft clicks and hums that made your breath catch in your throat.

This was nothing like the Intellitrons.

You had worked with hundreds to thousands of them over the years, and each time it had been the same routine: simple diagnostics, quick fixes, nothing too complicated. They were built for efficiency, cold efficiency. Their systems were bare-bones, nothing more than a body of metal and circuits with only the basic instincts to follow commands.

But Svarog…

He was different. Complex. His systems, his body, everything about him screamed intricacy and human-like design. A part of you resigned yourself to further look into Svarog’s specific model. Perhaps it was time to take a deeper look into Belobogian technology. Even the way Svarog’s body responded to your touch felt foreign. He was more than just a machine, wasn’t he? He wasn’t just a war machine, a combat tool; there was something underneath, something untapped, a feature of his yet to be understood.

And that thought… that burning curiosity clawed at you.

You’d always prided yourself on being a mechanic. You understood machines, systems, the cold logic of how things worked. But Svarog wasn’t cold. Wasn’t simple. The way his body responded to your movements, the imperceptible shifts in his temperature, the faint, almost unnoticeable changes in his posture whenever your fingers brushed too close to certain sensitive spots—all of it made you wonder.

What if I pushed him further?

A thought you could barely even process, but it lingered, stubborn. The daring curiosity that ran deep within you as a mechanic—was this not what you lived for? To understand the unknown, to push the limits of what could be fixed, adjusted, modified? Svarog’s design wasn’t just mechanical, it felt like a puzzle you couldn’t quite solve, like a language you only understood in fragments.

Your hands moved to reconnect a set of wires, but you barely felt the tools in your grip. The warmth from his frame was distracting, constantly pulling your focus away from the task at hand.

You set your tools down with a sharp click, exhaling as you leaned back from Svarog’s towering frame. The repairs were done. Functionally complete. His damaged plating had been reinforced, circuits reconnected, and his sensor nodes recalibrated. Everything checked out.

Or at least, it should have felt finished.

But you lingered.

Your gaze swept over him again, tracing the seams of his armor and the smooth lines of his construction. Svarog wasn’t like the Intellitrons. His design was deliberate. Every joint, every harsh angle of his frame, was crafted with an almost human elegance that made your brain stutter every time you tried to compare him to standard machinery. Even the sections hidden beneath his plating—the ones you briefly glimpsed while making repairs—were unnervingly realistic in their precision.

And then there were the features he’d kept covered.

You dragged your gaze back to his waist, to the reinforced plating that remained stubbornly intact throughout the repairs. That section.

You hadn’t needed to touch it, hadn’t even dared to ask about it again, but the shape and positioning had made it impossible not to notice. That, combined with the suspicious necessity of his pants, had left your mind spiraling with questions you couldn’t shake.

Why go to such lengths to simulate humanity in that area?

You knew you shouldn’t care. You were a mechanic. Curiosity was natural. It came with the job. But no matter how many times you tried to frame it as a purely technical interest, your pulse told you otherwise.

It wasn’t just simple curiosity. It was a fixation.

You reached out, under the pretense of double-checking one of his sensor-nodes, but your fingers hesitated. You could feel the faint hum of his systems through the plating, steady and constant, and for reasons you didn’t want to unpack, it made the room feel smaller, like the two of you were occupying too much space at once.

“You are hesitating,” Svarog declared suddenly, his mechanical voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

You froze, pulling your hand back like you’d been caught committing a crime. “No, I was just making sure everything’s—”

“False,” he interrupted. His optic seemed red as it regarded you. “Your behavior has deviated from standard patterns. Focus is inconsistent. Eye movement suggests distraction.”

You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your face. Svarog wasn’t wrong, and worse, he wasn’t letting it go.

“Your gaze has returned to my lower half multiple times,” he continued, his tone as flat as ever. “Body temperature elevated by 15.3 percent. Heart rate increased. These patterns suggest heightened interest.”

You felt your stomach flip as he laid out your reactions like cold, hard data. And yet, his voice was so mechanical, so calm and detached, that it made the weight of your embarrassment feel even heavier.

“I can conclude the source of your distraction,” Svarog added. “You are exhibiting curiosity regarding the anatomical structure concealed beneath my armor.”

You didn’t know whether to flat out deny it or run out of the room entirely. Neither option felt viable. At least, not with him towering over you like that, unflinching, his glowing optics locked onto your every move.

“I—no, it’s not like that,” you stammered, even though you knew it was exactly like that.

“Your biological responses contradict your statement,” he said simply. “You are aware of the human-like components integrated into my design. Your fixation suggests a desire to understand their functionality.”

Your breath hitched. The words functionality and components should have grounded you. It should have made this situation feel as clinical as he seemed to think it was. But instead, they only fueled the heat already curling in your stomach.

Because Svarog was right.

You wanted to know—Aeons, you’ve been dying to know—how far his human design extended. And now that the repairs were done, now that he’d laid the truth bare, it felt impossible to stop.

“You are not the first to display interest in this feature,” Svarog continued, as though he were listing out schematics. “However, prior inquiries did not progress past verbal questioning. You are demonstrating physical tension indicative of deeper investigation.”

Your throat felt dryer than the desert.

“I propose a solution,” Svarog said, tilting his head slightly. “Controlled exploration. Further data on synthetic anatomy is limited. Your curiosity provides an opportunity for analysis and documentation.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He wasn’t joking. He couldn’t joke.

“You are suggesting we… test this?”

“Correct.”

His lack of hesitation made your pulse stutter. He saw this as a logical step, nothing more than a means to gather data, and yet, the way his frame loomed over you, the hum of his systems almost vibrating through the air, felt anything but detached.

“Decision required,” Svarog said after a beat. “Proceed with testing, or terminate this interaction?”

Your body betrayed you before your mind could catch up.

“Proceed,” you said softly.

His optics flared slightly—almost imperceptibly—before he nodded.

“Acknowledged. Experiment initiated.”

Svarog wasn’t designed to rush.

He worked methodically, his plated fingers tracing along your thighs—testing, measuring, pressing into the soft flesh as though assessing the tensile strength of your muscles. Assessing how much you could take.

“Body temperature elevated by 1.8 degrees,” he noted, his optics narrowing slightly. “Pulse irregular. Predictive analysis suggests heightened arousal.”

You whimpered as his thick mechanical fingers dipped lower, sliding between your legs without hesitation. He brushed against your heat, deliberately testing the slickness already building there.

“Lubrication present,” he said. “Preliminary preparation observed. Additional stimulation required.”

You barely had any time to register his words before his thumb pressed against your clit. The motion was slow, deliberate, grinding down just enough to make your thighs tremble.

Too much.

The smoothness of his plating, the slight hum of his servos adjusting with every movement, left you aching almost instantly. He applied more pressure, adjusting the angle like he was calibrating the motion for maximum effect.

You gasped, hips jerking against him instinctively, and Svarog’s optics dimmed.

“Response strength at 63 percent,” he observed. “Testing deeper penetration.”

You bit back a cry as his fingers slipped inside. Thick, unyielding, and cool against your heat. He stretched you slowly, adding another finger almost immediately, pushing past the tight resistance with clinical focus.

“Muscle tension detected,” he said, his thumb circling the erect pearl of your clit again as his fingers curled inside of you. “Adjusting pressure.”

You whimpered as he spread his fingers, stretching you wider until the ache blurred into something hotter, sharper.

“Elasticity improving,” he noted, tilting his head as he pressed deeper. “Lubrication increased by 24 percent.”

You clenched around him, your gummy walls struggling to accommodate the deliberate stretch, and Svarog’s optics flickered.

“Resistance still measurable,” he said, slowing his movements. “Further preparation required.”

Your head was spinning by the time he added a third finger, the burn almost too much, but Svarog didn’t falter. His fingers moved with precise rhythm, pumping and curling until the tension broke, and your body melted around him.

Svarog’s mechanical fingers lingered inside you, coated in slickness as he worked them deeper—pressing, stretching, curling with deliberate precision. His thumb dragged slow, circular patterns over your clit, the rhythm steady enough to make your hips jolt against him in a helpless, uncontrollable reaction.

“Muscle tension improving,” he observed. “Current dilation at 73 percent. Additional preparation recommended.”

His tone was calm, detached, but the way his optics dimmed as he watched your thighs trembling betrayed something deeper. He pressed in further, adding another finger. Thicker. Unyielding. Enough to force a sharp gasp to tumble out of your throat.

The burn was too much and not enough all at once, your body clenching down against the stretch even as your legs fell further apart under his firm grip.

You could feel yourself dripping, already struggling to take his fingers, but Svarog didn’t falter. He spread them wider, deliberately testing your limits, and the ache left you clawing at his arm, nails scraping helplessly against smooth plating.

“Elasticity increased by 18 percent,” he said, pulling his fingers free with a lewd, wet squelch that made your breath hitch and your cheeks burn. He inspected the slick coating his fingers before tilting his head slightly. “Sufficient for insertion.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you heard the sound of fabric rustling. Your eyes widened as he was lining up, the thick, mechanical weight of his massive cock pressing against your sopping entrance and making your stomach twist with a sharp mix of anticipation and fear. His cock contrasted the rest of his metallic body, covered by a synthetic material that seemed to emulate the sensation of skin.

“Size differential detected,” Svarog noted, palming your thigh to angle your hips upward. “Accommodating size will result in initial resistance.”

You bit back a cry as he pushed forward, the broad, blunted tip spreading you open with agonizing slowness. The pain is sharp, your walls pulsing and struggling to accommodate him even after the preparation.

Too big.

The words barely formed in your mind before the pressure stole the thought away entirely. You gasped sharply, arching as he forced himself deeper, the stretch too much. Burning, tearing, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

Svarog’s grip on your hips tightened as he paused, allowing you a brief moment of reprieve to adjust, but as his optics flickered, scanning the trembling of your muscles and the fluttering of your gummy walls around him.

“Pain response detected. Estimating threshold at 62 percent.”

You cried out as his hands tilted your hips. You were barely able to breathe as he pressed further, the new angle forcing him deeper into your cunt, and your stomach twisted as you felt it. His cock bullied its way in, the meaty girth of his shaft forcing you wider and wider until you swore you could feel it pressing against everything, imprinting his shape inside of you.

Too much. Too deep.

Tears welled in your eyes as your body struggled to take him, your hands scrabbling against his frame, fingers digging uselessly into unmoving steel.

Svarog’s hand pressed against your stomach, his thumb grazing the prominent bulge already forming there.

“Internal displacement observed,” he said, pushing down slightly to feel the way his massive cock shifted inside of you. The sensation earned a quiver of your legs, the pressure in between your legs rendering you unable to utter a coherent sentence. “Pressure response increasing. Adapting angle.”

Your head fell back with a guttural cry as he adjusted, pressing even deeper, his thumb brushing over the bulge experimentally while he thrust deeper, the bulge in your stomach shifting with him. It felt like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. Your lips fell open in a silent cry, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your body clenched down hard, pulsing and fluttering, struggling against the size, and Svarog stilled.

“Involuntary constriction detected,” he said, his optics dimming slightly.

His free hand reached up, spreading your thighs wider, and he began to move.

Slow, deliberate thrusts that forced you to feel every excruciating inch of him.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

All you could do was feel. The stretch, the ache, the grinding pressure of him bottoming out inside you again and again and again. The bulge in your stomach shifted with every thrust, a visible reminder of just how deep he was, how much he was filling you.

Svarog’s optics glowed faintly as he observed you, his gaze calculating and unwavering as your body trembled beneath him. Each shallow breath you took, each gasp for air as his cock pressed deeper, he noted, analyzing the involuntary way your body gripped him, how your muscles fluttered around him with every thrust.

“Heart rate accelerating. Muscular tension increasing. Increased stimulation evident.”

He could see the way your body reacted. How your hands clenched, how your thighs shook, how the bulge in your stomach shifted with each deep push, marking the extent to which he had filled you. He watched the way your chest heaved, the way your pupils dilated with every inch of him that stretched you wider, deeper, further than you ever thought possible.

You were on the brink of breaking, the tension in your body growing unbearable as your mouth opened in a silent scream, unable to keep up with the onslaught of sensations. Your body, desperate for more and yet unable to fully handle what was happening, was his to command, and he couldn’t help but watch in quiet fascination as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

You were becoming dumber. So much of you just couldn’t function anymore. You were speechless, unable to utter a coherent sentence, broken down by the intensity of his cock fucking its way into you, and the way you melted against him was nothing short of fascinating. Your voice was lost to you, your thoughts clouded by raw sensation, but the pleasure you felt was clear. It was painted across every quiver of your body, the sheen of beaded sweat lining your face and neck, in the strained arch of your back, the desperate shuddering of your limbs.

He could hear the soft whimpering sounds, could see the way your face twisted with both pain and pleasure, and his own systems hummed with the data flooding his internal logs. Every reaction of yours was so genuine, so untouched by reason. It was an anomaly he had never experienced.

Svarog’s mechanical frame moved with precision, his movements controlled and deliberate. His systems hummed as he observed you, his optics tracking every microexpression, every shuddering breath as you struggled to adjust to the overwhelming size that filled you.

He didn’t feel pleasure. He didn’t need it, not the way you did. But the reactions you were giving him—the way your body trembled, the way your walls spasmed around him—were intriguing, data points he had yet to fully understand.

“Subject’s body reacting to size discrepancy. Estimated stretch threshold surpassed.”

Your hands were clutching at him, your fingers slipping over his cool metal plating, desperately trying to find purchase. Your tight walls clung to him as though your body was doing everything it could to resist the sensation, even though it was now obvious that you couldn’t fight it. Your body was becoming swallowed by him, opening wide to accommodate what it was never meant to handle.

Svarog’s movement’s never faltered, his thrusts measured and precise, studying you as your body began to react involuntarily. Your walls spasmed around him, tighter and tighter, almost as though your body was trying to pull him deeper despite the overwhelming stretch.

“Subject’s body is exhibiting signs of imminent climax. Response timing has been measured.”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your entire body stiffed, an involuntary shudder running through you as every nerve seemed to light up at once. Your vision blurred, the sounds of your ragged breathing filling your ears, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched beyond belief. Your walls contracted and released rapidly, the pressure inside you finally exploding, and you cried out his name, the world barely a whisper between gasps.

The release sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and Svarog could see it. How your body trembled, how your legs locked around his waist, pulling him even deeper—if that was even possible. You were speechless, your mind blank as your body convulsed in ecstasy, your insides gripping him with a tightness that was almost painful.

“Subject has achieved climax. Response exceeds expectations.”

Your breaths came in desperate, uncoordinated gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, and your body was left quivering, unable to do anything but absorb the aftershocks of your mind-numbing release. Your thighs quivered, feeling your cum trickling down your skin, staining his metal plating.

Svarog, ever the observer, did not stop. He noted the way your body reacted to each of his thrusts, the way your tummy bulged with each movement, the way your warm walls clamped down involuntarily as you tried to regain control of your senses.

Despite the fact that Svarog himself could not feel pleasure, there was something undeniably fascinating about the way you came undone beneath him, your body fighting for control even as it surrendered entirely to him.

He continued moving inside you, his mechanical precision relentless, watching as you flinched with each motion, your body too sensitive now to handle it. Your hands, still pawing weakly at his arms, combined with your whimpered protests of it being too much, were growing weaker, and the sensations were too much for you to bear, but still, he kept going, his own curiosity driving him. He wanted to see how much more you could take, how much more your body could endure before it reached its limit.

You were still trembling, still catching your breath, your mind scattered and lost in the aftereffects of your climax. He could see your skin shimmering with sweat, your breasts rising and falling, the way your hips thrusted up to meet his even though you were lost in the throes of overstimulation.

“Subject remains responsive despite signs of fatigue,” he observed. “Data indicates further analysis needed.”

You were so tight, so overstimulated, and yet your body responded again as though it couldn’t stop itself. Another surge of pleasure crashed through you, pulling another, more broken moan from your lips. It was overwhelming, too much, but your body needed it, responding in ways that only deepened his analysis of the situation.

Svarog’s focus didn’t waver. He watched as your body shook with every movement, your legs quivering with the strain of accommodating him, and still, he continued, his thrusts growing deeper, more relentless. His fingers dug into your hips, hard enough to leave litters of bruises that resembled the shade of his metal plating, holding you in place, using your body as a tool for his data collection.

He could see the way you reacted to the sensations, your face contorting in a combination of pain and pleasure, your eyes wide and unfocused, the way your mouth parted as though you couldn’t form any coherent words. Your body had become nothing but a series of responses, unable to control the way you moved or how you moaned, each sound increasing in volume and intensity as he continued to jackhammer into you.

Your stomach bulged from the pressure, each thrust deepening the curve, showing just how much of him you were struggling to take. Your body was so small, so delicate compared to his design—a machine of war—and yet it was somehow adjusting, somehow taking him all the way in, and with each inch he could see your entire body shift, your muscles trembling, walls contracting and clenching around him.

Svarog observed with detachment, but a small part of him couldn’t ignore how your body seemed to respond, how the very tightness of your searingly hot walls seemed to tug at him, pull him deeper as though it wanted to trap him there—needed him to stay there. The way you trembled beneath him, struggling to remain grounded as your body was filled with something so vast compared to your form. He noted how your skin glistened, how you arch your back, trying to take more of him, trying your damned best to accommodate his size.

Svarog noted how you were losing coherence, your once-clear expression now a mess of uncontrollable need, your eyes glazing over as you gave in to the rhythm he set. He couldn’t deny the way your body seemed to yearn for more, even as you struggled with the sheer size of him.

The final stretch was the worst for you, and the best for him. He felt your body grip him, squeezing him impossibly tight as he buried himself to the hilt. This earned a strained sob from your lips. Your stomach bulged more than ever before, a visual testament to just how much of him you had taken, how far he had pushed you. He could see your body tremble, your limbs shaking, your quivering lips gasping for breath.

Yet, even as your body was on the edge, unraveling beneath him, Svarog did not stop. The data was still incomplete. He needed more. He needed to see how much you could endure, how much pleasure your body could take from the sheer act of him pounding into you.

And so, he continued, calculating the rhythms, watching as you came again with a scream of his name, your body seizing, the loud moan that escaped your lips barely audible over the overwhelming noise in your head. It was the most raw, vulnerable he had ever seen you—or any human—and it only fascinated him more.

With another deep thrust, you shuddered, and this time, Svarog could see your body collapse against the surface beneath you, completely undone. You were breathless, barely coherent, your limbs shaking as the final waves of pleasure raked through your senses.

Svarog paused, his cool hands steadying your trembling body, allowing you to come down from the dizzying high. He could continue for as long as he wanted, but your body was too spent for further testing. He could still see the evidence of your come, dripping down in translucent milky strings to the surface beneath you, painting your inner thighs. Svarog decided that this must be what humans described as “beautiful.”

“Conclusion: Subject’s tolerance to size discrepancy has surpassed previous estimates. Data collection complete.”

#honkai star rail #star rail #honkai sr #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail svarog #svarog x reader #svarog smut #hsr svarog #svarog #robot fuckers unite #tw: dark content #cw: dubcon #size difference #hsr x reader #hsr x you #error 404: overload!

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luxthestrange · 6 months ago

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HSR Incorrect quotes #10 FACTS-

Y/n: Now Remember if you sleep with an older man, That's not having "Daddy Issues"

Y/n: That is called "Caring for the elderly"~

The Older Men:...

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years ago

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⌗︙・becoming svarog's human cocksleeve for "research" ♡⸝⸝

it's just for research, that's all. that's what you tell yourself when you shrug off your clothes and stand before the huge mass of metal that is svarog, you have to remind yourself that he's simply conducting these so-called calculations for research. but it's so hard, it really is, when he makes you orgasm so intensely that you end up passing out or when he fucks you in positions that make you feel just how big he is.

to say that his dick is huge is the biggest understatement of the century. you don't know where and how he got the idea to construct such a monstrous size, one that almost made you second-guess bending over to let him shove it in. every time he moves, your stomach bulges, your tiny body just barely accommodating his size and you have to cling onto something, anything, just to stabilize yourself. he doesn't feel pleasure when your tiny mouth suckles on the engorged tip nor when your plush walls swallow it up, but he seems to enjoy pummeling you in his own, strange robotic way.

his stamina is unmatched, mostly because he's a robot and robots do not have a concept of a refractory period or physical limits. he can keep going for however long he pleases, continuing to fuck you through the sensitivity of your orgasm even when you snivel and whine for him to at least wait a bit. the only things stopping him from fucking you for hours are the possibility of sweet clara accidentally upon this debauchery, and you passing out right after a mind-shattering orgasm or because you simply can't possibly go for any longer.

when svarog's hitting it from behind, he will grip your chin and force you to look up at him, to see the way pretty tears clung onto your lashes. he's stronger and bigger than you in every way possible, and you can be damn sure that he knows it. from the way the tummy bulge pops up and down bc his cock is too big for your body to his thick n heavy fingers holding you in place with ease, svarog overwhelms you entirely. when you cum, he gets to watch your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out as you choke out pathetic cries and moans.

sometimes, he just... sort of forgets that overstimulation is a thing, especially for cute little humans like you who can only take so much. svarog just keeps fucking your tight little hole, giving you no time for breaks as he continues to pummel his enormous cock into you. it's even worse when he tests out some strange toys that he managed to procure, though you don't know how and why. but that's the last thing on your mind when svarog keeps testing toy after toy on you, giving you no time to relax as he slides the next toy into your ruined hole.

just to see you squirm and cry out for mercy, or perhaps because he wants to see just how much further he can push you beyond your limits, svarog installs a vibrating function in that massive cock of his. and he got exactly what he wanted, as the vibrations only serve in pushing you over the edge countless times and have you crying out his name over and over. although.. it might have worked a bit too well as now you won't stop pestering him to fuck you constantly, whining that nobody else can satisfy you anymore. not like he can.

or perhaps that is what he wanted.

#lati thirsts #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #svarog x reader #svarog smut #hsr svarog #svarog #the deed has been done and i'm wheezing

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 8 months ago

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I have vague memories of a blog with I think was yours where the reader showed Klee the thumb tricked, She freaked out because she thinks reader just got hurt and runs to Jean to tell her what happened. And Reader had to awkwardly explain to Jean what happed. Yeah So I request that but for Clara and Svarog.

(Honkai: Star Rail) Clara thinking Reader's thumb is gone

That sounds like my blog, perhaps in the Blog-That-Was (the old one before it got banned). Can't seem to find it on this one, though I am also blind.

Svarog's monoeye flickered the moment it detected Clara's heartrate spiking up.

Before a second even passes, Svarog is already at the door with weapons powering on.

By the time three seconds have passed, Svarog bursts into the room, scanning Clara and (Y/N) in the room with no signs of intruders or anything amiss.

(Svarog) "Both your vitals are significantly high. What is the situation?"

Svarog zoomed in closer to examine Clara's face and noticed that she had tears in the corner of her eyes, making its' prediction algorithms activate and try to find the source of her distress.

Though it was unnecessary as Clara immediately responded.

(Clara) "Mr. Svarog! (Y/N)'s thumb is hurt!"

(Y/N) "H-Hang on a second!-"

Svarog's head whirred towards (Y/N)'s direction and analyzed their physical state. Nothing appeared wrong upon initial scan-

(Clara) "T-They removed their own thumb!"

(Svarog) "...Likelihood of prosthetics: Low. Explain, (Y/N)."

Even though Svarog's voice modulator did not fluctuate once, (Y/N) felt a cold sweat run down their head sensing they were getting angry for making Clara cry.

(Y/N) "Sorry! I was just doing a little prank! S-See, look!-"

(Y/N) quickly showed the monoeye currently burning a hole through them with its gaze their hand, putting their thumb into their hand and repeating the motion in a panicked state.

(Clara) "You're...not hurt?"

(Y/N) "No, Clara! Promise! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that!"

Though they were apologizing to her, they were also apologizing so that Svarog didn't crush their skull.

Svarog remained quiet for a few more seconds before powering down its equipment, moving closer to Clara as she wiped away her own tears.

(Clara) "It's...it's okay. But...that was a neat trick!"

(Y/N) chuckled nervously before they immediately silenced themselves, Svarog's head suddenly turning towards them once again and startling (Y/N).

(Svarog) "Refrain from scaring Clara like this again."

(Y/N) "Y-YES SIR!"

(Clara) "Um...do you want to go outside with Perkins and I?"

(Y/N) "S-Sure, come on let's go!"

Svarog's mechanical head tracked (Y/N) the entire time, watching them leave with Clara and Perkins in tow.

Saying nothing else, it stood up and went back into its room to continue their scanning of countless areas.

Though, it did make a note to itself and any other robot accompanying Clara.

(Svarog) [Prevent pranks on Clara from (Y/N), Members of the Astral Express, and the Moles. Updating movie database to exclude scenes that may cause distress.]

#platonic honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail imagines #clara honkai star rail #svarog hsr #svarog honkai star rail

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jellojelli · 2 years ago

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Welt, Blade, Luocha, & Svarog: You’re Pregnant

*a/n: for all intents and purposes Svarog has the necessary accessories lmao*

Tags: fem!reader, pregnancy, slight angst, fluff

Welt

If you were to tell Welt that you were pregnant he would love for you to tell him in a silly or a way that makes him think about it for a minute. Something like putting buns in the oven or sitting next to two piles of ice while giving him a goofy look

When you told Welt you were pregnant expect to be literally lifted into the air as he looks at you with so much love it’s almost unbearable

He’s never been happier than to hear you say you were pregnant

It doesn’t matter if you two are only dating at this point or married or if this baby was planned or not, Welt is so happy. He loves you, he’s pretty sure you are going to be his last love no matter what so he’s happy to start a family with you

If you’re scared or unsure about going through with the pregnancy don’t feel conflicted on his account. He is going to love you through it all. No matter your decision he’s okay with it. And if you’re worried about being a parent Welt will gladly hold your hand and help you learn and become more confident in raising kids. He's also more than happy to essentially show you how he deals with March, Dan Heng, and the trailblazer

Welt is pretty rational, but I feel like this man has already bought and/or built everything a kid ages 0-4 could ever need and assembled a nursery on the express before you’re even done with your first trimester. Not to mention everyone is so ecstatic for you both that they’re also buying and decorating the entire express

Please don't expect to lift a finger during your entire pregnancy because if it's not Welt doing it for you its literally every other person, minus Dan Heng if it's something that you can clearly do on your own (he still offers his help because lets be honest he is a gentleman and if you’re with Welt he has mad respect for you)

Blade

Blade is a somewhat reasonable man, he's strong, and while sometimes he doesn't necessarily think everything out when he goes out to fight he can always find a way out. However, this news has left him literally shell shocked. It's gonna take you or another Stellaron hunter to snap him out of his thoughts

He is not going to sugarcoat the fact that he isn't exactly thrilled by this news, and if you tried to be cute with it he's not to happy you weren't just upfront and straightforward about something like this with him. But, Blade will not leave you or hate you for whatever you decided to do regarding the baby

He makes sure you know that he is less than ideal for a father, he's losing his mind, sometimes it's hard to control his violent tendencies, and he's not the most tactful person in the universe. He understands that these things make others view him as toxic, and he would never deny that, so he wants you to know that this child is likely going to go through hardships because of him

Blade didn't make the connection when you first told him about your pregnancy, but eventually he'll realize that his regeneration ability has a chance to pass onto the child and the scene of destruction you discovered after that was horrendous and also the most emotion you've seen on Blade's face. he looks haunted by the idea that his child will live like him and have to suffer an eternity without any out. It takes a lot of comfort and logistic talk with Blade, you, and the other Stellaron Hunter including Elio for him to feel even a shred of peace about this possibility

Surprisingly, Blade will set up an amazing nursery for you and the baby. You have no idea where he got the items, and its probably best not to ask, but the nursery is beautiful if not a bit bland

Blade will leave all color, toy, clothes, and baby care items to you. Not that he isn't trying to be involved with you and the kid, but he doesn't really know or care about those things, so he will leave them in your ever capable hands since you are bound to know leagues more than him. He will of course accompany you in shopping and offer whatever opinions he may have with some of your choices

Please expect Kafka and Silver Wolf to throw a baby shower for you. Not only that, Kafka is incredibly happy for you and Blade and helps you out anytime Blade isn't there. Silver Wolf also joins in with helping you, but it's less so since she's still young and to be honest doesn't know how to properly help you other than just handing you stuff and being there for you when your hormones are getting the better of you

Elio also gives you some cryptic, but somewhat kind words for you, Blade, and the baby's future together

Luocha

Luocha probably knows before you do. He's not a licensed doctor or trained in pregnancy symptoms and care, but like? He's traveled for who knows how long and he's seen a thing or two out there, and he's 99% sure that you are pregnant before you ever sit him down to tell him about it. I mean the weeks of morning sickness were a huge sign, especially when his treatments failed to do anything for you

Don't take offense, but Luocha isn't either ecstatic about the baby or displeased about them. He is happy to start a family with you, but he also brings up that this is going to be tough for you, him, and the newest little member if you plan on coming with him around the universe. He can't exactly stop being a traveling merchant as how would either of you make ends meet if he quit his job and eventually you can't work for an extended amount of time, but he would never force you to travel around with him where you may be in some less than comfortable areas during your pregnancy

No matter how you plan to do this, Luocha is 100% on board with your plans. He loves you, you are his everything, and even if he has to travel back and forth or carry you, the baby, and his coffin he will do what he must to be with you

Luocha will likely set up a house for you regardless on if you plan to come with him or not. He wants a stable location for his family once the little guy is out

You can bet that he has the house furnished and everything built and in place in no time. I feel like he's got connections and knows people that know people to get the job done asap

He leaves some fun aspects for you to do though, picking out nursery designs, clothes, toys, decorations for the home, he will leave it all for you and do what he can to get you everything you need or desire for the baby and y’all's new home

And don’t worry, if you go into labor on the road you are with the most capable healer and will make sure you and the baby are safe and happy

Svarog

Okay so, telling him you're pregnant is pretty much going to make Svarog do the equivalent of a blue screen. You’ve legit made this robot man crash and reboot

Svarog 100% knew that he could get you pregnant, you know this man has run 1000 and 1 different simulations and calculations to see if pregnancy was even possible for you two. And obviously the chance was a 0.0001% probability and he ignored that the possibility wasn't zero because those odds were supposed to be impossible, but here you were telling him you both beat the impossible and and beat the 99.9999% chance of this not happening

You would have to call in Clara to help Svarog and also tell her the amazing news. Clara is so excited by becoming a big sister that it kind of helps Svarog regain his composure and reboot his systems

He will want to discuss a lot about what is being created inside of you. This is a situation that he is not equipped to deal with and there is no simulation or calculation he can run that will tell him anything about what is going to happen now

However, Svarog is ever responsible and dependable and will never leave you uncared for during this time. Please rest assured that he will have you and Clara on baby proofing and baby planning duties until the baby comes, all while granting your every desire to assure your 100% happiness

Would never admit it, but he’s happy to have a second child, and he’s even happier that Clara is so hyper about the newest addition, if not a bit sad that she’s already maturing more and more in preparation for becoming a big sister

Expect some very confused and joyful congratulations from some of the prominent figures in Belobog. Bronya and Seele are the most confused, but offer their congratulations and Bronya even offers to accommodate you in the best hospital when you go into labor. Natasha is also happy for you and offers to be the one help with the delivery. Sampo…Sampo gives a lot of teasing comments that probably get a rocket fist sent his way and a pouting and scolding Clara on his heels

Taglist: @stygianoir

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr blade #hsr welt #hsr luocha #hsr svarog #welt yang #svarog #luocha #hsr x reader #blade x reader #welt x reader #luocha x reader #svarog x reader #welt x you #luocha x you #blade x you #svarog x you

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meaningofaeons · 2 years ago

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I am here w your svarog rec!!

Reader n clara are playing and one of them like, falls or something and gets rlly lightly hurt and just,,, his reaction to that

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ a small trip

⊹ character(s) - svarog ⊹ word count - 1.2k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, reader is implied to be a fighter/be close with svarog and clara, sugary sweet tooth-melting fluff

🍓ANON HI!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SATING MY DESIRE TO WRITE FOR SVAROG !!!!! I really like him a lot he is so sweet <3 ILY TY FOR REQUESTING ( ↀДↀ)✧

"Bio heat reaction detected — Identifying bio information... Identification result: Y/N. — Hostility level: None. What can I do for you, Y/N?"

That familiar robotic tone greeted you as soon as you had made your way into Svarog's base camp, spotting the glowing red eye you had grown accustomed to.

The robot awaited you and Clara at the top of the steps, and you gently eased the small girl up, giving Svarog a gentle smile.

"Sorry, Svarog. While Clara and I were out, she got a small wound. I was wondering where you keep the medical supplies?"

"Y/N, I'm fine..." the young girl whined, clutching to your hand for a moment longer before walking over to give Svarog a greeting hug (which was really more of her latching onto his leg).

You nodded kindly.

"I know, dear. But if you don't get it looked at, it could get worse. We don't want that, do we?"

Then, you turned your attention to the robotic man.

"She really is fine, but she had quite the tumble, to be honest. Her knee has a slight scrape. Could you show us inside?"

"What happened?" Svarog's head tilted.

"Some Fragmentum monsters appeared out of nowhere. It was just in the scramble to find a hiding place. We're both okay."

"What of the condition of the monsters that encroached on your time together? Where are they found?"

You chuckled. Although his voice was as computerized as ever, you could hear the barest hint of protectiveness seep in every now and then—something that should be impossible, yet, here you were.

"Not to worry. I took care of them before we returned. Clara managed to find somewhere to hide in the scuffle."

"Understood. Come along, Clara."

"But what about Y/N?!" Clara burst out, tears threatening to fill her red eyes as she clutched onto Svarog's pantleg and tugged him back before he could walk away. "They tripped too!"

"Ah, nonsense!" you hurried, laughing nervously. "I'm really all right. I didn't get any injuries from it."

"But if I need to get checked out, you should too! Just in case!"

Children sure are stubborn these days.

You shook your head in resignment, turning again to the tall robot as he scooped Clara into his arm.

"Do you mind if I impose?"

"You are not someone capable of imposing. You are always welcome in our camp," Svarog answered surely, without leaving space for a single question or protest. He moved towards you, offering one hand while his other was occupied holding Clara.

You took it graciously, heading into the small mansion that was Svarog's home.

"Not someone capable of imposing, hmm... Is that all part of your calculations too?" you nudged him as you made your way through the halls, going to the makeshift infirmary set up in the back corner of the estate.

"Yes."

You chuckled lightly. Stoic as always. Then again, he is a robot.

"What if I defected, became a vagrant and went to steal your stockpiled goods for whatever reason?"

"Calculating — Rate of trust towards Y/N exceeds that of the average human. Probability of betrayal, defection, or otherwise malintent: 0.00%. Result identical to previous fifteen calculated results. Existing data will temporarily not be altered."

Your eyes widened a bit of that, and you raised a brow.

"Clara, have you asked him such a thing before?"

"No, I haven't..." she trailed off. You turn to Svarog.

"So, you think about me often, do you?" you teased lightly, knowing the robot would have some sort of calculative response to that.

Svarog did not respond.

In the moment, you shrugged it off, but something tickled the back of your mind about the way he remained silent.

Was there really a way to calculate such a thing with pure logic?

You chose to shove the thought from your mind for now.

Svarog gently sat Clara on the examination table, gathering bandages and ointment. He placed them on the table beside you, standing back and allowing you to gently patch up the small girl's leg.

As soon as you finished, the girl had hopped up at once, hugging you and Svarog lightly as she went to the door.

"I'm going to go check on Pascal. Bye, Mr. Svarog! Bye, Y/N!"

You waved her off with a smile, sighing as you leaned against the wall.

"Please sit on the examination table, Y/N."

The computerized voice cut through your thoughts, and you eyed Svarog, who was very pointedly staring at your knee. You chuckled nervously, waving your arms again.

"Svarog, like I said, I'm fine. I didn't trip that hard—"

"According to observational results, you have a mild limp and a tremble in your left leg. Probability of injury: 96.38%. Probability of injury exceeding average standard of human pain tolerance: 47.92%. Probability of—"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" you huffed, tossing yourself onto the examination table and lifting up your pantleg. Though the gash in your knee was nothing life-threatening even if infection were to encroach, it did hurt, and nothing escaped Svarog's observational eye.

"See? Nothing too bad. I can take care of it myself back home, you don't need to worry."

"I will treat it."

"Svarog!" you exclaimed as he took the ointment in his large, metallic hand, applying a generous amount. "I really am okay!"

"Clara is worried for your well-being. As am I." The second part of his sentence made you shut up just a bit. That is, until he started rambling again. "Probability of Clara's mental well-being declining as a result of Y/N's injured knee — 93.49%—"

"I got it with the calculations! Just... do what you gotta do," you relented at last, allowing the robot to finish dressing your wound and bandaging you up at remarkable speeds.

Honestly, with how large his hands are, you weren't sure if he'd be up for it. Still, he did a decent job. Better than decent, really.

"Are medical skills also ingrained somewhere in that big computer-like database of yours?"

"I can access all databases relative to Belobog. As there are records of accurate and efficient medical care, I am able to perform these according to written instruction."

"Hmm... Well, thank you, regardless."

"You have my appreciation as well, Y/N, for assisting Clara. It would be appreciated if you would look after her in the future, as well."

You laughed lightly.

"Is that even a question? I'll always be there for you and Clara. No need to worry. Though, I'm sure you'd be able to demolish anyone that threatens Clara with far more ease than I."

"Verifying accuracy of claim — Combat systems—"

"Okay, Svarog, just an observation, no need for an analysis!"

"Very well."

By the time Svarog had led you back outside, Clara had returned, Pascal in tow. She gave you another great, big hug before you left, all while you patted the robot on the arm.

"I'll see you two later."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

"Bye, Y/N! Come back and visit again soon!"

As soon as you were out of earshot, the small girl turned to her father figure, a big beaming grin on her usually timid face.

"Are you and Y/N gonna get married, Mr. Svarog?"

Svarog did not reply aloud, but the whirring of his circuits made it plenty clear to Clara that calculations were running like rampant in his computerized mind.

"Let us go inside, Clara."

She only giggled.

#hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #svarog #svarog x reader #anon #🍓 anon

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yanderehsr · 2 years ago

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Svarog,luka and blade with klee!reader

Sure thing, hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Svarog: You remind him of Hook a lot, but unlike Hook you don't have a parent to look after you, Clara seems to like you as well so that is a big plus in his book, he may not feel real emotions but for some reason he feels protective over you.

Svarog isolates you more and more, he doesn't allow you to go out adventuring like you love to do, you're explosions are taken away, he can see you grow sadder and sadder, but he wont stop, this is for your safety, that is much more important than you happiness.

"Requesting permission to take away... request denied... Requesting permission to change core programming... request accepted... Requesting permission to take away... request accepted, Proceeding to take away Y/N to safer location"

Luka: The guy loves your adventurous spirit, he will join you on every adventure no questions asked, he sees himself as your big bro and is very annoying with that, he wont respond to your questions if you don't call him that.

You love bombs, great, Luka teaches himself how to make them so you can go fishblasting together. Luka will also be a very good listener to you, every word you say will be remembered. He even breaks the legs of those bullies you had, he truly is the best.

"Hmmm, those kids that gave you a hard time, yeah I talked to them, you don't need to worry about them anymore"

Blade: He doesn't view himself as your big bro or father, no, he just simply wants to protect you, you don't get to run far from him so all the adventuring you get is by his side, he allows you to make bombs as long as he is the one who uses them.

Even during dangerous battles, Blade still keeps you by his side, it's simply the safest place. Aeons bless whoever is dumb enough to harm a single hair on your head, he will give them such pain that death seems like mercy.

"Stop crying over the slightest drops of blood, they deserved it, they cut your face... *sigh* Let's dress your wound before continuing"

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere male #yandere svarog #yandere svarog x reader #yandere luka #yandere luka x reader #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #platonic yandere

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glaxelilly · 2 years ago

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StarRail Masterlist

Dan Heng

Hemiko

Welt Yang

Blade

— Name / Blurb

— Wrong Number / smau

Kafka

Gepard

Sampo

Serval

Jing Yuan

Luocha

Svarog

Luka

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #hsr himeko x reader #welt yang x reader #hsr kafka x reader #hsr blade x reader #hsr gepard x reader #hsr sampo x reader #hsr serval x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr luocha x reader #hsr svarog x reader #hsr luka x reader

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kiwisandpearls · 2 years ago

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Since there is a severe lack of platonic svarog x reader fanfics on tumblr at the moment, expect to be seeing a few platonic svarog x reader fanfics made by your truly.

(Also, totally not some sort of desperate plug, but if you can, send me some requests pls)

#Hsr #Honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr svarog #svarog #hsr svarog x reader #svarog x reader #proship safe #platonic reader

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rottenmeatsack · 8 days ago

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Bonding Experience || Svarog x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Prompt || Svarog suggests that bonding as Clara’s parental figures are important. - NSFW UNDER THE CUT / MINORS DNI

Warnings: Heavy-Petting, Just-the-tip type of sex, AFAB reader so She/Her is used, Grinding, FREAKY robot anatomy and a lot of robot cum, size difference, sometimes a family is an orphan, the reader, and a massive robot that u want to jump his bones u know, also muffling/slight gagging (robot fingers in mouf hhfskhfk) so u don’t wake Clara 3, also belly bulge again

Idk anymore I got him randomly on the standard banner while on a break at work so here it is (this is for all the robot fucker truthers out there)

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“ Regarding my prior analysis… the results indicate that engaging in “bonding experiences” with the other is beneficial for the household and parental units. ”

That’s all it took for her to find herself beneath Svarog’s massive frame, exposed, vulnerable, and entirely bare as his massive servos clutched onto the wall with one knee on the edge of the bed and the other on the ground. He was so large that she wondered if this was the only way he didn’t break the poor mattress beneath her, it was already fighting for its life, and she could tell because with every hard rut of Svarog’s hips the bed frame creaked beneath her. She held onto him for dear life, her trembling fingers pressing up into his chest while Svarog’s massive, hard, and absolutely leaking mod-piece slipping against her swollen little clit. She gasps and stutters over her words, unable to even think when Svarog is looming over her like this. She thought it would be uncomfortable when he first opened his lower interfacing panel to reveal the massive piece of metal and silicon, but now that she was able to experience it first hand she found it was actually rather comfortable. It felt the same as a toy, but hotter, even warmer to the touch than any human could ever be.

Svarog’s hands aren’t exploratory but instead entirely stationary, they plant themselves in the wall and make indents in the plaster. The wall almost cracks beneath his hefty weight. “My pulse oximeter indicates an elevated heart rate,” Svarog speaks as a matter of fact, his voice that’s laced with static is just as calm and collected, “I believe you are—” she interrupts him, hands slapping at his chest and ankles uselessly bobbing by the sides of his hips. “Yes, yes I’m close— I’m close, I’m gonna cum—” she babbles, her voice pitched and her breathing becoming sparse. “Keep going, just like this.” she encourages him, turning her head and breathing hard through clenched teeth as Svarog rolls his massive modded-cock over her aching clit once again.

She can’t kiss him, Svarog doesn’t have a proper face like a human would, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. She peppers little pecks up his chassis, the affection doesn’t go unnoticed by Svarog but it also cannot be returned, save for him reaching one hand down off of the wall and to her lips. He presses her head into his palm, watching as she kisses at the metal, one hand reaching up and gripping onto his thumb— for he’s too large to truly hold his hand —while adorning him in her human affection. A human’s touch.

“Oh, Aeons,” She slurs her words beneath him, eyes fluttering shut while her pelvis burned hot with need. That unbearable knot was wounding tighter in the base of her navel and she knew she couldn’t hold on for long. The sensation grew, wrapping tighter, tighter, and tighter. She gave him a reedy whine, her volume raising although she tried her damndest to keep it low. Her cunt clenches on air, the desperate need to get filled damn near preventing her from reaching her end, she’s bordering on the cusp of her climax and it burns. “Ugh,” she shakes her head, “Why can’t I…?” she mumbles, pushing her pelvis up to meet Svarog’s, the underside of his cock slipping against her dripping wet pussy until his metal thighs slap against her ass. “I believe that a different form of stimulus may be required,” Svarog calculates.

“Huh?” She mumbles, not sure she was truly listening to him in between her desperate rutting into his pelvic-plating. Svarog doesn’t answer, instead pulling away and leaning back. She whines at the loss of contact, feebly watching as his mod-piece lifts up and off of her pussy until only a thin string of her arousal is the only thing connecting them together. “Why did you—?” she questions, but she’s answered by the blunt and fat tip pushing up against her tight clenching hole. She gasps, body jolting in surprise while he nudges that miserably fat thing against her well-prepared cunt. Even with how soaking wet she is it feels like a struggle for Svarog to fully sink into her heat. Her toes curl and she grips the bed sheet, mouth open in silent-shock as he stretches her open until she feels like she’s being absolutely split in half. It’s only the tip but it’s enough to make her legs go stiff and tremble, the inside of her thighs burn and ache while she sees stars beginning to dot her vision.

Svarog withdraws his hips, pulling out until just the head is kissing at her stretched-hole, before driving back in to force the first few inches back into her struggling pussy. One hand tucks itself between her slick thighs, his massive and warm digits pressing down on her swollen and puffy clit while the other rests his thumb across her jaw. It’s impossible to watch her volume now, she’s being completely drowned in stimulation and it’s too much all at once. She knows she needs to be quiet because the walls are thin and Clara is in a few rooms down, Svarog knows this too.

Svarog brings his right hand up higher and covers her mouth, pressing her lips into a tight line with just his thumb before it prods at her mouth, he slips the purple metal between her teeth and presses down on her tongue. She gags, feeling just the tip of his digit graze the back of her throat before she closes her mouth over the intruding finger. Spit bubbles at the corners of her lips and drips down her chin, her eyes rolling to the back of her head while her face flushes with sweat and heat alike. She claws at his arm, desperately trying to clutch onto anything she can for any type of stability that she can, her nails almost leave streaks in his purple paint. “Mmhh— Svhh—” She’s so relieved when that crawling high returns, she plants her heels into the bed and tilts her hips up to try and welcome him even deeper, although she’s sure that’s near impossible when she already feels him stuffing her to the point she swears her navel is swelling with the shape of himself.

She cants her waist up, her hips scream in protest while she desperately seeks to get herself off. That burning ache runs through her stomach and makes her legs feel fuzzy just as she finally reaches that peak that claws at her belly. The knot that had been building inside of her waist snaps and her legs go numb. Svarog presses down on her tongue with the flat of his thumb-pad as she screams, although her volume is muffled and gagged by his metal digit, drool pools in the base of her jaw and spittles out of her open mouth. Now the usually stoic mech above her is making sounds, its low, and barely audible but there’s no mistaking the rumbling groan that comes from the basin of his chest. He pistons his hips into her trembling cunt, savoring the way she practically suffocates his synthetic-cock, the human body was truly a marvel because Svarog finds himself wanting to stay buried inside of her wet heat.

His chassis trembles while a dull roar comes from the center of his chest, he can tell that his internal CPU fans have started in a desperate attempt to cool his far-too-warm frame. “My systems are beginning to overheat,” he speaks and she swears she can hear an edge to his voice, his usually monotone drone sounds strained through crackling static. “I may experience intermittent shutdown if I do not expel excess heat.” He tells her, but she’s hardly listening to him now, she’s fucked out beneath him with her half-lidded eyes staring up into his glowing red optic. He pulls his thumb out of her mouth just enough for her to murmur, “Mhmm— go— go ahead—” between quick and raspy little breaths.

He slips his fat cock out of her now gaping cunt, finally relenting his hold on her clit only to bring it down to his mod-piece, he begins to pump the angry mix of metal and silicon while steam billows out of the seams of his metal. It’s faint, but she swears she can hear him moan just before he overloads. She flinches at the touch of hot and sticky blue fluid that falls over her stomach in thick ropes, he jerks his hips up into his palm as another fat drop falls right over her waist, inner thighs, and cunt. He’s cumming, and damn, it’s a lot more than she expected. It practically paints her in that cyan-blue hue, the sticky and wet sensation making her shift near uncomfortably because she knows she’ll need to take a long shower after this. She falls flat in the bed with her chest rising and falling in rapid gasps for air, her entire body is limp save for a the tremors that run up and down from her legs up to her spasming hips, laying in the bed that feels near bent from Svarog’s weight leaning against it for so long.

Svarog’s pistons come to a slow stop with a hiss, he slouches over her in a way that almost seems human. She’s never seen him fatigued like this, but his movements are almost sluggish as he wraps his massive servos beneath her hips and hikes her up further into the bed. He makes sure her head is resting on the beaten-pillow underneath her, although her body is still positively stained he makes sure she’s comfortable. Inquisitively, he cocks his head to the side and observes her flushed and warm body that’s sprawled out in the ruined sheets.

He lets her rest for some time before he reaches his thick digits up and brushes her hair that’s clinging to her sweat-slick cheek out of her eyes, “Your heart-rate has returned to a normal to moderate pace,” He says while she turns her head to fully face him. “Would you like to continue?” He asks her.

She doesn’t hesitate even for a second to nod her head, “Yes, please,” she mumbles while spreading her legs for him once again.

#Svarog x reader #honkai star rail reader insert #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #not safe for minors #reader interactive #reader insert

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yestrnight · 2 years ago

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how much do I have to pay for svarog sex 😊

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ DILF ROBOT FUCKERZ !

FROM: svarog / afab! reader

SUBJECT: the underground of belobog is a cruel, dark place where it's a competition of the fittest. sweet, little clara is lucky to have svarog as her guardian, but you're even luckier to be able to... heh, get to know him ;)

MESSAGE: nothing to pay but ur dignity babygurl 🥴

( uh me and my doujinshi writing ass at it again; reader is a SL— /svarog counterattack/; overstimulation; robot fucking… duh; svarog is treated as an oversized vibrator cuz that is what he is!!! )

you're not exactly sure when clara pulled you into her little family dynamic with svarog— the svarog, leader of the vagrants, protector of the underworld, and for the longest time, the barrier between upper and lower belobog. sure, you liked telling her the children's stories you've read from natasha's bookshelves, and accompanying her around as her personal bodyguard while she looked through scraps to find supplies for the vagrants.

but you feel like, even as clara tugs you by the sleeve, that stepping foot into the svarog's lair is a biiit too much.

your cold sweat and pale face as the large, rickety gates swing open for clara (and you) says all that needed to be said. your stiff body follows clara as she pulls you inside. "um, clara…" you start, your shaky voice betraying any kind of macho you try to summon. "i don't think this is a good idea… i'm from wildfire, you know? svarog and our relationship is a bit… y'know."

clara's a smart kid. of course she knows. but she looks up at you, as innocent and hopeful as she can be, and pleads with you. "it's okay!" she says. "i've told mr. svarog all about you before! in fact, he's the one who told me to invite you, just so he can properly thank you!"

"h-he did?!" is all you could yelp before she and her traffic light perkins whisked you away to their home.

a few moments later, you're face to face with the big bad robot himself, his lone red eye peering down at you seven foot above. you gulp, clenching onto clara's soft hand for support. "h-hello, sir svarog…" your voice cracks. "nice to meet you…?"

"my data says that meetings between parents and their children's educators are common between human life forms," his deep and rusty voicebank echoes throughout the room. "a parent-teacher conference, they call it."

you shrink further into your uniform. "um… i'm not really her teacher…" your voice is so small even you yourself can barely hear it.

"that is obvious," he states. "according to your data, you lack the qualifications for being a professional educator. nevertheless, you've taught clara a great many things. she is… happy, whenever she talks about you. i hope you continue to spend time with her."

"i told you!" clara leaps up with joy and clings to your arm. her smile is so great that it gives you a literal heartache as it squeezes from how cute she is. "mr. svarog likes you!"

you swear svarog's eye glints, and you double swear his gaze is directed at the red bandanna wrapped around your arm. you'd give him the staredown too, if you were brave enough, that is. after all, what kind of robot needed pants anyway?

that robot needed pants because he needed to hide the luggage he was packing underneath. because if he had that out in the open, you swear any of your cowardice would have evaporated and you'd climb that big hunk of metal like a tree just to get that branch inside of you.

AHEM! what you meant to say was… oh, whatever, no use saving the very little dignity you have left.

the first time you drool over him is when he protects you from the cold. it was a wildfire expedition gone wrong and you underestimated a rogue robot, and the vagrant camp was so unfriendly without clara around. frostbite made you delirious, so any sort of fear vanished when you yelled through the rusty gates for some sort of savior.

only when the world begins to go dark do you feel a giant metal hand cup your back, and your feet swing in the air. when you finally come to, it's by the crackling fireplace. the world is still blurry when you sit up and see svarog’s hulking body looming over you. in other circumstances, you might have run away as soon as you can, but the near frostbite has made you delirious, and… well, svarog’s looking too sexy for a piece of scrap metal.

“ngh, ah ♡~” svarog’s one metal hand is large enough to encompass your whole lower body. he cups it as gently as a warforged robot can, and he bullies your throbbing clit with his finger while you’re left shaking under him. his red eye glints as he observes your expressions– drooling and eyes rolled back, a happy grin on your face as you rub back against his finger. “m– more~ more please!” his cupped hand bounces you up and down, and you squeal in delight as it heightens the stimulations even further.

“y– you can vibrate, right?” you gasp when svarog rubs your clit juuust right, and you pleadingly look up at him with tears in your eyes. “th– that makes sense… robots all– ngh! r-right there, please– vibrate, don’t they? jus’ comes with the machines ‘n all that, hehe~”

you’re quite the talkative one, aren’t you? svarog isn’t exactly used to this, given that all the architects and elites he served in the past were so quiet and distant while they used him. “what exactly are you insinuating, [your name]?”

“oh, come on!” you pout frustratedly. “v-vibrate for me, will ya? i need more! this isn’t cutting it for me anymore– a-aaH ♡ yes yesyesyesyesyes! right there, oh my gosh, right there!!”

his data tells him that you’re at the height of ecstasy as he watches you arch your back and kick your feet. your fucked out laughs as you continue to beg for more is the sign that tells him that he’s doing a good job, and putting one and one together, he increases the vibration setting and you devolve into orgasmic screams.

“ah ♡ ah ♡! ahhh ♡♡ wh-what the fuck, svaroggg!!! ♡” the vibration on your poor, swollen clit is too much as he continues to rock you up and down while pressing the vibrating finger down. “i– i never told you to– ahh ♡– increase ittttt!”

“is this not necessary?” svarog questions. he’s so used to cold and unflinching ‘clients’ that he’s not exactly sure what to do with a human as expressive and loud as you. “records tell me that further simulation will bring you to what humans call an ‘orgasm.’”

“i’m, nggh, i’ve already orgasmed, you idiot!” you sob as you flail your legs, squirming and kicking as if that will loosen his grasp on you. “oh, ooooh~ t-too much!”

ah. so this is an orgasm. while this does not fit the algorithmic standards for the measurement of beauty, svarog surmises that this is ‘beautiful’ to him. it’s his reward for a job well-done, as all worthy leaders give to their soldiers. “apologies, [your name], but i fear that my past experiences have not given me sufficient data on what constitutes an ‘orgasm.’ clara adores you very much, and i do not wish to strain you at the expense of her anxiety. so, if you would allow it—”

something pushes at the tip of your hole, and you widen your eyes when you look and discover that he’s slowly bullying his way into you. you grip his metal arms for safety and stare at him with wide eyes.

“if all goes according to plan, you should have nothing to worry about.” you don’t know how to feel comforted when he says it in that apathetic-sounding (yet super hot) voice of his. “human orifices can be trained to take in objects larger than them– i should have you sitting on my… cock, as they call it, at the end of the day.”

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