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𖤐 SINFUL. heizou !

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warning : priest!heizou ⊹ gn!dom reader, toys, humiliation, worshipping

“no, i can’t do it there..” heizou would plead, not liking the idea of doing such a sinful act, in church? he’d giving you hundreds of fucking reasons why he shouldn’t do such a thing, but you’d have your way through him anyway.

forcefully make him wear a vibrator and a cockring on a sunday mass. it hasn’t even started yet he’s already a mess, more afraid to mess up because he knows the toy will eventually get in his way. everyone would be there including you, both having a different purpose. you’d be there... to see him struggling to hold back his sinful yet addicting noises.

the poor boy would try to speak up even a few words, only to replace out a huff or a small whine. few people would be confused on why he’s been doing that, thinking oh! maybe he has a fever, maybe tired or haven't got any sleep yet..? and you’ll be in your spot, a grin plastered on your face as you toy with the remote. beads of sweat will form on the sides of his forehead, body feeling hot, as he tries to cover another whimper with a cough.

he’d look at the rows of people, like a lost puppy, and once he spots you he’ll plead you with his doe eyes, begging you to stop but also give him more. who knows he will be turned on by this? not him definitely.

and after making heizou suffering from the mass for who knows how long, make love with the poor boy. fuck him till he can’t think straight. give him praises, tell him how good he was out there, make him fuck you but boy, heizou can’t even thrust up his hips without his hips jittering.

he would take anything you give him even it it's all sinful. he’s your slut that he’d let you do anything to him if it makes you happy. pepper him with kisses as he tells you “you’re the only one i’d worship.”

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

been thinking about diluc being a good little religious son who would absolutely never have sex before marriage with a man and then reader comes and reduces him to a cum-hungry slut for a demon🤤

Diluc who’s been saving himself before getting married to his special one, suddenly being defiled on his childhood bed, thrashing around for you to stop while you’re pushing your thick cock inside of him :( Imagine how pretty he’d sob and mumble incoherent prayers trying to convince himself that his stupid God would save him from the hell you’re putting him through :( <3

Unexpected Enjoyment

FTM!Venti x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Corruption, Group Sex, Reader Has Clones, Triple Penetration

Words: 527

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Venti should've paid more attention to his drink. He should've made sure no one could lace it with anything. He should've been more careful.

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You offered to bring Venti to your place to sober up and thankfully no one found it suspicious. Everybody trusts you after all.

You drop Venti onto your bed, smirking at the passed out bard as you make quick work of his clothes. "Fuck, did you make yourself look this slutty on purpose?" You grope his chest. "Of all the forms you could've chosen..."

Venti groans sleepily.

"Ah, and you're already wet." You use your other hand to rub his cunt. "Having a nice dream, Barbatos?" Your hand wanders to his ass and uses his slick to stretch him out.

He writhes around in uncomfortableness, it's likely that he's never taken anything in his ass before.

Once you've decided he's been prepped enough, you create a clone of yourself. You pick Venti up while the clone lies down on the bed. You put Venti on top of your clone, his back flush against the clones chest.

While he slowly guides your dick inside Venti's ass, you create two other clones. Both at either side of the bed.

"ah..nngh-" Venti grimaces unconsciously. "ugh.."

You climb onto the bed and gently push your dick inside his cunt. Venti makes strained noises and moans in response.

One of your clones shoves his dick in Venti's mouth, shutting him up. He still manages to make noises though, albeit muffled. The other puts Venti's hand on his length, moving it and forcing him to jerk his dick.

Once you and your clone bottom out, Venti jolts awake. He makes muffled screams and tries to squirm around but fails, the pain of having two cocks inside him stops him from moving. He's still affected by the drugs and unable to use his powers.

All four of you ignore his desperate screams, the sounds only turning you on more. You and the clone on the bed start fucking Venti in perfect sync.

Venti tries to fight back the pleasure but ultimately fails, letting you and your clones fuck him stupid. He weakly jerks off one of them and relaxes his mouth.

"Look at this slut, so willing to get all his holes fucked." You laugh, rubbing his clit.

Venti moans as his eyes roll back, instant waves of pleasure flow through him as he squirts around your length. He clenches around you and your clone desperately.

"I think he wants us to come." You smirk.

Venti tries to nod his head yes, already feeling another orgasm approaching at the thought.

You and your clones speed up as you start to reach your climaxes, releasing your spend inside the Archon all at the same time.

It's like a water dam broke, all your cum spilling inside him and filling him to the brim. Venti tries to swallow everything he can, choking on most of it.

Your clone pulls away from his mouth, letting him catch his breath and calm down. He looks at you with his face drenched in cum, a drunken smile gracing his features.

"More..?" He asks sweetly.

clutch of a cute neighbor – power bottom che’nya x top male pomefiore reader

tags: che’nya exhibiting some yandere behavior, possessiveness, hints of sensory deprivation (receiving), very subtle breeding kink

minors and fem aligned dni

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

How crazy would it be to wake up in an unknown world, wholly and utterly lost? With nothing that looked interesting near you and even more, alone. You could not hear any voices, someone shouting after someone else, those grandmas complaining about their sons and daughters, that damn annoying neighbour who would never understand what 'privacy' is.

None of that, you were just alone. The sound of the wind passing through leaves, surely the chirps of the birds, but nothing more. The silence was soothing you, making all the tension disappear as you sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Perhaps you would have fallen asleep, if it was not for someone shouting from afar, the voice sounding familiar, while the scenery was not. As you sat up, your eyes widened, the person in front of you was more than familiar, a character from a game you play. The Outrider, Amber from Genshin Impact, means you weren't so far from Mondstadt.

You ponder for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to show up at Mondstadt. And while nodding your head to yourself, you stand up, dusting off your pants before walking in a random direction, hoping you will be able to meet a camp and collect a weapon and some food.

It took you more or less a week to get completely ready to move from this zone since you wanted to be prepared in case you encounter stronger enemies. You were lucky enough to walk by some merchants and bought a map, so you could understand where you were. The said merchants were sympathetic enough to tell your current location.

Confidently, you head for Liyue, days passed before you managed to see the top of some Liyue Harbor's buildings. The city was truly magnificent, you were glad you arrived in the middle of the day, so the sun was high, and it made everything shine, temporarily blinding you.

As you stand there, at the entrance of the city, admiring the view, you completely ignore the people passing by you or the ones trying to talk to you. It's true that you were standing out, your foreigner features and your height catching most passers-by's attention. For now, except for Amber, you did not encounter any important character. Maybe it was for the best, since you could say you basically knew the future, you could say something you weren't supposed to.

As you were going to walk away, acting as if you did not see the woman standing next to you trying to grab your attention. You felt like someone was staring at you intensely, their gaze penetrating your body, sending a chill up your spine. Annoyed, you turn around, glaring at them but freeze on the spot when you notice who it was.

With the easily recognizable messy orange hair and dull blue eyes meeting yours, logically, you should act like nothing happened or just smile and leave. But it would not be fun, and he was the one staring in the first place. You were still staring at each other, neither of you looking away. You could not help but smile at him, looking away to let your gaze observe him from head to toe. And as you finally meet his eyes again, you offer him a smirk before leaving, the unknown woman following you with doe eyes. As if you cared about her.

After finally finding somewhere to sleep, you decide to go to the nearest bar, you really need to relax, this week has been hellish for you. This morning's encounter is still on your mind, but you doubt you will see him again anyway, so it was not significant.

You really need to stop jinxing yourself. Not long after you entered the bar, nothing was out of the ordinary except some people standing a bit too close to you, but nothing horrible. As you drink the liquor slowly, enjoying the taste and the slight burn it causes in your throat, the chair beside you is drawn back, so the person can sit. Excepting one of those annoying people again, you turn around to glare at them, but instead, Tartaglia was sitting there.

You heard someone complain behind him and as you throw a glance, you see a girl making a fuss over him, saying he stole her seat. With a single hand gesture to the barman, he understood that the girl was the problem here and drag her out. Tartaglia ignored her this entire time, just looking at you with those empty eyes of his, but you could perceive something in them that you were not able to identify yet.

You were observing him silently until you notice how he has not moved since then, you stand up straight as you understand how long you have been staring at him openly. You make a sign to the barman to serve you two drinks before finishing your current drink. Perhaps if you pay him a drink, he will take it and leave. You knew it would not happen, but you still had some hope.

As you were going to pay for the drinks, Tartaglia beat you to it and gave them the money before you could move. To say you were surprised was an understatement, he had no reason to do this, you were just a stranger. And you just noticed how strong the drink you ordered was, and you had no idea if he could handle his alcohol.

Before you knew it, you were more or less talking freely to each other. With Tartaglia being there, most people would not dare step closer to you, which guaranteed you a peaceful night. Thankfully, even in your tipsy state, you remembered how you never ask, and he never told you his name, so you have not made a mistake for now.

Turns out, Tartaglia was not better than any other person in this city, you noticed how slowly, but surely he moved closer, the eye contact became longer, and he even offered to show you around since it was the first time you stepped in Liyue Harbor, he was so out of character. But who were you to refuse?

As you finished your drink in one go, you stand up with the man next to you, paid before he could and left the bar. Like you though, he followed you, you keep acting oblivious to his strange behaviour. Did he really think you were that drunk to not notice him?

You let him follow you to the place you were staying, unlocking the door before closing it behind you, not locking it again. You sat on a chair in the living room after turning off every light, certain that he would try to enter your apartment.

And a minute later, you hear the handle make a creaking noise as it was moved down. The quiet steps of the Harbinger filled the room as he headed to the bedroom, the door creaking open as he continued to walk, suddenly going silent, as he surely stopped in front of the bed. As quietly as you could, you stand up, sneaking behind him, grabbing his neck. Murmuring into his ear 'knew it', before knocking him out.

You knew it would happen, you were too suspicious to be ignored. You had tied Tartaglia to the bed, waiting for him to wake up, since either way he would chase you to kill you, so you choose to not tire yourself out for nothing. He was not the type of man to give up anyway so, you were dead either way. A sudden grunt coming from the said man-made you come back to reality. The only thing you said was, 'what were you trying to do?'.

As the man looks up at you, you were ready for a glacial death glare, ready to kill you, but instead, you were met with a lustful look and reddening cheeks. The same look he gave you this morning, seems like you had mistaken his intention. As you get up to untie him, you kneel on the bed to reach the rope around his wrists, unintentionally, your knee rub against his crotch, forcing a moan out of him.

As you stop moving your knee to focus on untying his left hand, you felt how he started to grind his hips against your thigh roughly, moan after moan pouring out of his mouth. The pace picked up, his sounds becoming more frequent as his release is near, but just before he could cum, you move away. The pitiful whine he let out went directly to your cock.

You can't help the smirk growing onto your face, this man purposely came here to get fucked, whether it was consensual on your part or not.

Before Tartaglia knew it, he was on all fours on the bed, his hands tied behind his back. His head was pressed into the pillow, breathing correctly becoming a challenge. He could perceive your shadow loom over him, your hand caressing his exposed back. Chills go up his spine as you rake your nails down his back, and he gasps as his underwear is tugged off sudden. Your big hands spread his legs apart, the cold air hitting his ass as he tightens around nothing, legs shaking.

One of your fingers pressed against his hole, only letting the first phalange, leaving him to wiggle towards you, trying to push more into him. As he throws his hips back, you raise your hand before slamming it back down on his ass, his body jerking forward as you hear the loudest moan of this night. As you watch with amused eyes his body shiver under you, you hear him sniffle, roughly, and you tug his hair back, exposing his crying face to you.

The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly, the alcohol still into both your systems, light-headed and his mind slowly becoming blank. As you lick the tears off his face, you use this as a distraction as you plunge your fingers fully in. He cries out, long fat fingers loosening his hole, rubbing against his walls at an irregular pace.

His face was stained with fresh tears as his head was resting against your shoulder, while you prepare him but suddenly, you stopped moving your fingers. Asking yourself if he really deserved or wanted to be prepared. As you observe his face, his eyes were rolled back as he was going to pass out. You nuzzled your face into his neck gently, before biting down harshly, breaking the skin as blood slid down his body. The pain sends an exquisite feeling from his neck to his back, body trembling as his whines get louder. Before he could cum, you stop touching him, leaving his body to flop down on the bed.

You watch amused as he struggles to sit up, looking back at you, teary begging eyes asking you to help him, but you stay there, unmovingly. With a whimper, he crawls to you, hands resting on your shoulders as he tries to reach your face to kiss you. Your hands move to his thighs, lifting him up, placing him over your cock, the tip pressing against his hole. He was feeling loopy and high as you forced him down, the sweet pain coursing through his body as you stretch him out more than he thought it was possible.

His body has difficulty getting used to the sensation, as he feels you in his stomach, a bulge showing through his skin as he pushes against it with a shaky hand. It was becoming too much for his poor brain, as it stopped functioning when you bottomed out, balls slapping against his entrance. His tongue lolled out, drool falling onto your body. You help him sink back down, as he sits dumbly on top of you, unable to think about something else.

That's when you noticed how you never gave him your name, and after murmuring it slowly into his ear, you begin to move him up and down. Instantly, he started to whimper your name at first, and after each thrust, he would get louder, nearly screaming.

You thought he came as his hole tighten around you, but he only let some pitiful drops out of his tip. You could not help but mock him, watching as his tears doubled, and his face become red, feeling ashamed to not even be able to handle some minutes with you. You slowly learned how his body was working and so, you pressed on a special spot, watching him break on top of you.

Suddenly, you grabbed him, and throw him back onto the bed, he just had the time to rest on all fours before you drill back into him. Your hand sneaks to his throat, choking him into the pillow, being already covered in drool and tears. As you tighten your grip, his hips jerked up, cumming on the spot. You keep going, forcing him to cum once again.

You pity him and so, as the good person you were, you turn him on his back, forcing his legs apart, speeding up your pace. He kept whimpering, throat too dry to scream or moan anymore, he could feel you move inside him and watch you also. As his stomach was exposed to your eyes, you could perceive the movement of your cock, as the bulge was even more noticeable.

Stomach burning up as you felt close too, you kept edging yourself since earlier, and it was starting to get into your head. Muscles roll under the skin as you chase after your release, making Tartaglia cry, overstimulated. Thrusting harshly, repetitive movements turn into you railing him at an impressive speed. Head slamming back as his body trembled, the tension in his stomach too strong for him, at the same instant, your own stomach tightens, and you cum, shouting your load deep into him.

Euphoria flows through your veins, your head spinning as you feel Tartaglia twitches one last time around you. But instead of cumming all over himself, he pissed, unable to hold it in. He was still conscious enough to understand what was happening, blushing from embarrassment, still crying and mumbling your name over and over. His belly bulging from your load, some of it leaking out of his hole and onto the bed.

As you let go of his body, he falls into the bed, unconscious and limp, not having enough endurance. With a sigh, you decide to clean him up, changing into some of your clothes before tucking him into your bed, lying beside Tartaglia in silence, knowing he would leave before the sun goes up. For the second time of the night, you kissed him as he was asleep, or you thought so.

Unsurprisingly, when you woke up, you were alone in your room, seems like he left a while ago. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you dressed up, leaving the apartment to discover the Liyue Harbor by yourself. But when you opened the door, he was standing there, waiting for you. Cheeks reddening as he sees you, grabbing your forearm, dragging you away in silence. Unbeknown to you, a bright blue mark on the back of your neck lightened up whenever Tartaglia would touch you.

And from afar, a tall dark brown-haired man was glaring at the two of you. His eyes became luminescent as his tail and horns appeared. With a smirk, he goes back to work, thinking about how he could prepare your encounter and have your attention. Annoyed that the ginger was in the way.

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ASMO: there are only 2 rules. don't be boring, and dress cute wherever you go ♡

Dottore's Failed Experiment

FTM!Bottom!Dottore x Top!Masc Reader x FTM!Dom!Pantalone

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language Ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Test Subject Reader, Oral Sex/Face Fucking, Voyeurism (Pantalone), Choking, Unconsciousness, Cunnilingus (Pantalone), Sadism (Pantalone)

Words: 1,113

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"Good afternoon, Doctor, I trust your experiment is going well?" Pantalone waltzes into the room, smiling.

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

"Don't tell me you've wasted the money I loaned you?" Pantalone raises an eyebrow.

"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor. "Eh heh.."

"Did you do that on purpose? I hadn't imagined you were that kind of person." Pantalone glances over to your body, lying down on a metal table with a large boner poking through your shorts. "Have you tested it out?"

"What? Of course not! I'm utterly ashamed of this!" Dottore shakes his head.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

Pantalone walks towards the table, gently pushing Dottore out of the way. "Sit up."

You sit up immediately.

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?" Dottore asks, eyes wide. He didn't take Pantalone as the type to want to use something like that.

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

"Are you serious?" Dottore asks frantically, gasping when you pull your pants down, your boner looking even bigger than before. "Tell it to stop! Pantalone!"

"You've disappointed me, Dottore, but you might as well make use of your failure." Pantalone smiles. "Don't try to fight back, unless you'd like to do something else to pay for your debt..."

Dottore bites his lip, knowing that whatever Pantalone has planned alternatively is far worse than whatever you'll do to him. He grimaces as he watches you pull your underwear down, your hard cock slapping him in the face.

"That's a good boy." Pantalone coos. He sits down on a chair to watch the entertainment comfortably.

Dottore shivers, both at Pantalone's words and at how huge you are. He shoots Pantalone a look that he knows the other won't be able to see due to his mask.

"You...you won't let him come inside me, right?" Dottore asks, knowing you could definitely produce enough to ensure that he could end up pregnant.

"Of course not." He lies. Dottore sighs in relief.

You pull his mask away and pry his bottom lip open as you use your other hand to guide your dick inside him.

Dottore lets you fuck his mouth, albeit unwillingly. His eyes start to water as you use him like a toy.

Pantalone watches with a smile on his face, loving the display in front of him.

You ravage the doctor's mouth over and over, your cock never softening no matter how many times you come in his mouth. His mouth is sore from you never giving him a break. Cum and drool are spilt on the ground, the remains of what he couldn't swallow.

Much to the doctor's relief, you finally pull out of his mouth.

Dottore coughs and wipes his mouth. "Are you happy now, Pantalone?"

"No, not even close."

Dottore gasps as you push him to the ground. You rip his clothes off eagerly and nudge your cock inside him.

"Fuck! At least use lube you cretin!" Dottore grimaces as you push further inside, he was barely aroused so the stretch was incredibly painful. "You- you're getting off on- fuck- this, aren't you?"

Pantalone only laughs in response.

With the way your cock is filling him up, Dottore starts to think that maybe doing whatever alternative Pantalone had planned would've been better than this. He makes a face when he sees the fairly large bulge in his stomach.

You eventually bottom out and start fucking him without even waiting for him to adjust. You groan and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. He slaps your arms in desperate attempts of having you let go, your thrusts are punching the air out of his lungs and having his breathing restricted is certainly not helping.

"St- stop th- the thing! Pan- Pantalone!" Dottore keeps fighting back despite knowing his efforts are fruitless. Pantalone couldn't care less for how he feels. "You ass!"

You continue fucking him despite all of his squirming, keeping your hands on his throat while you indulge in your desires.

Dottore eventually passes out, falling limp as you keep using his body to satisfy you. You let go of his neck and grip his waist instead. Pantalone squirms in his seat, getting off on you fucking Dottore.

"Feel free to come inside him." Pantalone chuckles.

You growl in excitement, fucking him til your release. You unload your spend inside him, filling him up without his knowledge.

When Dottore comes to, he immediately notices the odd feeling inside of him. "Don't- ugh- don't fucking tell me!" He looks down and sees bits of your cum dribbling out of him. "Pant- pantalone! You f- fuck- fucking- nngh- lied!" Dottore panics, knowing you'll keep fucking more of your cum inside him.

Pantalone smiles, getting even hornier from Dottore's reaction.

You keep fucking Dottore, releasing inside him so many times that his stomach starts to inflate.

He passes out multiple times and eventually falls silent and allows you to fuck him until your cock runs dry, which he thinks'll never happen.

"You can ejaculate one last time, then stop." Pantalone commands.

You look at Dottore's limp and exhausted body, coming for the nth time and reluctantly pulling out as Pantalone ordered you to.

"Come here." Pantalone instructs. You walk over to him and start drooling when he strips his lower half. "Eat me out."

You quickly comply, spreading his legs further and pulling his sex towards your face. You start licking him up like a dog, making him moan beautifully in response.

You focus all your attention on his cunt, devouring it like you've survived on crackers your entire life. Pantalone bites his lip, pussy twitching in pleasure.

"Yes- fuck, just like that~" He whimpers. "Ooh~"

It doesn't take long for you to bring him to an orgasm, his cunt clenches around your tongue desperately as you suck up his fluids.

Pantalone lets you keep going for a minute before stopping you. "Good boy.." He says, out of breath. "Hm..why don't you uh, clean Dottore up? I'm sure you know where the shower is?"

You nod.

"Good. Make sure he's well rested and I suppose you could find him something to eat." He pets you. "I'll take my leave now."

could you write a yandere author who sees you in a book signing and changes their work just to appeal to you?

ADORE ME

yandere! author x gn! reader

warnings: yandere, nsfw, short, more of a Drabble tbh, use of the word “fuck” to describe sex lmao

“Oh my god, I love their work, I can’t believe we’re actually here!”

“I know! Their most recent book was definitely the best so far… I just wish it had a little more of a slow burn, you know? The main characters were in love by chapter three.”

“Yeah, but—“

The author tuned out your friend’s response, their lazy, tired eyes moving to inspect you. They’d never seen you at a book signing before, if they had, they would have surely recognized you.

Slow burn, hm? They looked at the book in front of them, opened to the back of the cover for them to sign their name. They swiftly wrote in it, sending away the fan.

A slow burn… that wasn’t a half bad idea. They always felt that their works were missing something big, something exciting… perhaps a more… slow approach was what they had been looking for.

Nearly a year later and you were at yet another one of their book signings, this time for one of their greatest hits yet: a slow burn enemies to lovers.

Their heart skipped a beat upon spotting you in the crowd. Did you know that you had been their inspiration for this latest masterpiece of theirs? Did you know that they thought of you with each word they wrote?

When you finally reached their desk, placing your book in front of them, they prayed to every god there was that you wouldn’t notice the way their face tinted crimson.

“I think this is one of your best books yet.” You confessed with a peppy smile. “Oh, my name is Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N…”

“Yeah, uh, so you can write it.“

They cleared their throat and nodded. They swiftly signed your book with sloppy cursive.

To the wonderful Y/N, signed Syd Rhodes.

“Thank you so much!” You cheered, taking the book. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but have you ever considered writing a horror, rather that ro—“

“Come on, outta the way! There’s a whole line behind you, you know!” Yelled a boy behind you, lightly shoving you out of the way.

You laughed anxiously and waved to Syd before taking off.

Their eye twitched a bit, fighting the overwhelming urge to kick the man out of the store.

A horror? You certainly didn’t look like the type to enjoy being scared, but whatever his self-proclaimed muse wants, they get.

Writing a book wasn’t easy. It typically took years, hours upon hours of desperate work. Yet, here you were, at the premiere of Syd’s latest novel, a romantic horror, only a few months after the signing.

You were over the moon that your favorite author had actually taken your suggestion to heart. There was no other possible answer for their sudden shift in genre. You couldn’t contain the butterflies in your stomach no matter how hard you tried.

Syd scanned the crowd of enthusiastic fans. It didn’t take long for them to spot you, they could recognize you by intuition alone.

“Y/N.” They greeted, and your heart jumped to your throat as you turned to look at them. “I thought about what you said… I want to thank you for inspiring me to write again. It was becoming repetitive, a chore… but you reminded me of my passion. So… thank you.”

“Oh, wow… I’m honored! I’m a huge fan!” You exclaimed, putting your hands over your heart. “I just know this book is going to be perfect! You have a real knack for—“

They tuned out your energetic rambles. Not because they didn’t care, but rather, they cared more about watching the way your lips moved, the way your eyes lit up… the way you smelled. When you touched their arm, their senses were completely overwhelmed with you.

Only you.

You hadn’t read it yet… they smiled in anticipation. What would you think by the time you finished their masterpiece?

Would you recognize the description of the main characters, each vaguely inspired by the both of you? Would you blush or bite your lip while reading the dark, twisted, passionate scenes they’d described?

How about the scene when the protagonist kidnaps their lover, then they share a loving kiss and fuck like they’ve lacked human touch all their lives?

How would you feel about that?

They were desperate to know.

sharing the human

headcannons for a top male reader with vampires kaeya and diluc separately

top male reader -> minors, fem alligned dni

switch kaeya, dom bottom diluc!

kaeya

-> more gentle when he feeds, he likes to crawl into your lap and wrap his arms around you, feeling the heartbeat while he sucks blood out of you.

-> he really likes sucking on your neck, because he gets to more access to smell you and stick his face into the corner of it, plus he gets an excuse to mark it up with "apology" kisses, making them large and angry for everyone to see

-> if he knows that you have to go visit his brothers, per your agreement, then he may purposefully bite you on diluc's favourite spot, your thighs.

-> he does view you dearly, especially since you didn't run when you encountered him in a forest, feral as he pinned you to a tree, vision tinted red.

-> ever since you agreed to let them feed on you, disappearances in mondstadt have dropped, but they have grown increasingly obsessive over you

-> now given that they don't like eachother, you have to compensate by visiting them at different times

-> but both can agree and work together if you ever get close to someone else other than them, especially if they're pretty, and deemed as a threat, or are a vampire that chooses to ignore their scent

-> if he gets too drunk on human wine, prepare for a pretty lustful vampire, sloppily wanting to be loved by you

-> wake ups are usually him waking you up, maybe by gracing his teeth over your neck and whispering in your ear until you wake up,, his teasing never stops

-> its then followed by you shoving a pillow in his face when he tells you in the most explicit nature about how good it felt and how good you were when you grabbed him by the hair and -

-> LOVES showering with you because he gets to be as shameless as possible and feel you up from behind,, which either ends up in you railing him again with your fingers in his mouth cause he is way too loud, or you getting kinda huffy at his antics and hurrying your shower, despite the whining from behind you

-> often times if youre an adventurer and leave for extended periods of time, you'll find him sitting there, sipping a coppery liquid in one of those fancy crystal glasses, mouth stained red as he waits for your return with those devious eyes. its not his fault he just misses you so much.

-> i see him more of a switch bottom, mostly because he always starts off domming you, teasing you with his fangs, praising you for being so good. but by the end of the night he is sprawled out, fucked till he passed out.

"n-ngh, th-this wasn't how it was suppose to go!" you weren't sure if it was a moan, a groan or a complaint that came out of kaeya as he weakly smacked your chest, but you were not complaining.

he had just fed off of you, and like usual was a tease about it, feeding slowly and delicately, kissing up your neck and your skin. kaeyas tanned legs looked so pretty when he wrapped them around your waist, sitting on your lap and lightly grinding against your lap. today was the day he was finally going to go through with it.

he peppered kisses on your neck, feeling you breath out against him. kaeya could feel your hands wrap around his waist, before they travelled back up to start unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

he was so sure that he was going to go through with it, that he could go on top and stay on top like he promises to himself every night. and like every night goes, slowly and surely you widdle down his walls and ambitions, and whisper sweet words into his ears to tempt him, to draw him out before you go in. you grasp his hips so sweetly, and hold his jaw so delicately as you passionately kiss him in the lips, so why are you ramming into him and snarling like a beast in heat?

"i wanna see your face kaeya,, my sweet, precious boy.." your words were too much for his overstimulated brain to handle, feeling your hands grasp his hips before you turned him over and got between his legs, your hands slipping away for a second to get his legs around your waist as he laid on the fluffy sheets, eyes trained on you.

he could see you thrust your hips into him again, , the familiar feeling of your cock wedged into his guts appearing again, a small lump appearing in his abdomen whenever your pelvis was in contact with his ass. kaeyas hair was on his chest, the strands messy on his chest or spread out on the bed.

he could see your built body lean over him, a hand trailing your stomach and arms as incoherent whines and moans left his lips, a fog of pleasure washing over his brain. he took a moment to appreciate your sweaty face, and your grin as you hooked your strong fingers around his sturdy fangs, getting closer and admiring the teeth that could do so much damage. in your eyes, he was perfect like he was every night, spread out for you.

"my sweet, sweet vampire kaeya.. look at you, so beautiful for me.. this is just how it's suppose to go, with you under me~" he hated how your smirk ignited a feeling of arousal, or how he fell for the same trap every night.

diluc

-> hates when you visit him with the scent of his brother lingering, especially if its mixed with the smell of more erotic activities

-> is much more stubborn than his brother, sometimes you have to have him speared on your cock, cockwarming you until he finally admits that he needs blood

-> is SO stubborn and also can't contain jealousy very well,, at all, glares at everyone and uses his influence as a threat for anyone getting too close to his bloodbag (crush)

-> is alot rougher when feeding,, mostly because he does it only when he needs it and is malnourished so he leans into instincts

-> but that doesn't mean you're off the hook! he wants you to stay near him as a way to protect you,, you're like his property in his head, only begrudingly shared with his brother

-> has gifted you a collar on more than one occassion and is slightly salty you don't wear it. but either way he really enjoys your company. you brighten up his world and make it exciting

-> doesn't like how far away you are most of the time, so he often takes more shifts at the Angels Share so that he can keep an eye on you more often (pretending like you aren't larger than him)

-> if he gets drunk, prepare for a soft, whiney vampire who presses himself against you, begging for you to stay the night

-> see diluc, as a purebred, has a special type of gift,, which is that his saliva can act as an aphrodesiac

-> and it does not help that his favourite spot to bite you is on your thighs, especially your inner, tender thighs. mans will lick the area and caress the muscle before diving in, being sure to kiss the spot and nurture you until youre red in the face and begging for him to take it easy

-> also its close to your dick, so don't be surprised if you end up getting head from him as well

-> YEAH he also does not hold back when he marks you down,, he is strangely possessive of you, and because your thighs should be seen by no one but him, he goes ham.

-> on another note if you sleep with anyone else prepare for some serious ball draining by him he will milk you until you pass out. prepare for marathon sex, as a way to "cleanse" you from the other person

-> NEVER mention kaeya, especially when it gets close to bedtime. its the unspoken rule because diluc, who is normally stoic and calm, will snarl at you and tie you up, and use you like a dildo

-> like he will make out with you and bite you until you're throbbing against him, begging him to help you out. his saliva, and the properties of that is the one thin kaeya is jealous of lol.

-> he is a power bottom unless drunk, and if he gets really freaky is more of a sadist. he wants to tie you up and scrape your abs with his fangs.

-> if you're an adventurer and you just came back from a long trip, you best visit him first. if not, you'd probably get into a situation like this.

Diluc had you kneel before him inside of the bedroom. It was spacious enough, and even when he was sitting on a simple bed, he was still intimidating as ever, sporting his ruffled white shirt and his long coat, his red hair behind him as he sipped on his wine.

"Kneel." his words were quiet and decisive, and you dare not to disobey diluc when he got like this.

"be good." is all he said before he placed the collar around your neck. it was simple and elegant, nothing too fancy but it was the symbolism that made diluc want to have you collared.

"you look much better like this, darling. but you smell.. foul.." his eyes darkened as he sipped his wine again, an experimental tug on the leash made you wince, a small smirk on dilucs normally stoic face. he tugged again until he was looking directly under you.

"what were you doing in liyue? you smell like someone." you could tell that behind the short and simple sentences, diluc was not a happy man. his "lover" came back from a long trip smelling like someone else, another vampire as well.

"it was just-" you froze instantly, feeling a cool red wash over your white shirt, drenching the fabric that now clung to your skin. the smell of copper washed over the air and your jaw clenched trying to keep quiet.

diluc tugged on the leash, satisfaction shown in his eyes as he tugged you forward again, until your head was between his thighs. his eyes were drawn to your neck, checking for marks from either his brother or your companion who had their eyes set on you. when your eyes met, he leaned down to kiss you roughly, fangs clashing with your teeth. you knew why he did that.

his hands grabbed the damp shirt, shivers going down your spine before he ripped the fabric off of your body. "you're too handsome to be hidden behind some fabric.." he mused at that, pulling your pants off until the the soft, muscular flesh of your thighs came into his view. his fingers ran over the skin, unhappy with how you already healed from his marks. diluc could feel the mass rising in your briefs by the side of his neck.

he licked the flesh, before biting down, being sure to expose as much of his saliva into your skin. he liked how warm your thighs were, so soft and easy to bury himself in when he gives you head. but you were such a sight when you truly gave yourself to him.

and before he knew it, you did. massaging the skin and the new marks that formed, he looked up see your large tent beside his face, straining in the fabric. he looked up, feeling the residual heat radiating from your cock, seeing you with your eyebrows furrowed and blush coating your cheeks while you looked away, obviously horny at the way your cock pulsed in your boxers. you were sweaty, weakened physically and mentally at the aprodesiac pumping through your veins.

"sit down love, let me cleanse you from that filth on your trip." like a good boy, you did, lying on the bed, weak, shallow pants leaving your lips, only weak objections coming from your lips when he climbed on you. he sat on your crotch, leaning down to grasp at the warm sweaty skin of your body. diluc relished at the feeling of you under him, some sort of sick twisted desire in his stomach. were you like this with everyone?

he pulled the cock out of your briefs, his calloused hands stroking the sweaty cock as his other hand tugged on your chain, watching you wince from the pressure. it serves you right for being with filth on your trip. dilucs harsher punishment probably came from your tainted smell, a bitter node to your normally musky scent that made his nose wince. it gave him a headache,, and he knew that the best way to get rid of it was to cover you in his scent.

"come love, watch me sink down onto your cock raw. stare at me while i use you like my toy, and if you dare look anywhere else.." he paused for dramatic effect, watching your adams apple bob as you gulped in fear, "i'll make your punishment ten times worse."

diluc did as he promised, rubbing the head of your cock until precum coated the head, and removed his under garments before sliding down, the once burning pain now dulled as became used to your girth. his hand tugged the collar again, making you sit up until your cock worked its way into him.

"see was that so bad? let me enjoy myself on your body until i can no longer smell that hideous scent." he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he grinded his hips, grabbing your arms and wrapping it around him.