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Hear me out, Dottore, experiment with everything once, make an experiment out of sex and not tell you till you see a document with a hypothesis and conclusion after he asked you to try something out with him or his segments, Dottore who I believe whole heartedly that if his partner had a chronic illness would use and experiment on the limits of it.

Say chronic fatigue, a partner that sleeps and sleeps, deep and long no matter how long or short they have been awake, leading him to experiment and mayyyybe development a sleeping beauty kink.

This is about somnophilia and technically CNC as he asks but your already half into sleep, so if someone getting down and dirty with a sleeping person is not your thing don't click the read more.

This is your ⚠️ warning ⚠️.

The cool wood of the desk next to the observation area of Dottore, segments coming and going between the sterile zone and the small area that holds sheets of paper and other documentation for whatever was going on in the room at that small window looked into.

Prime, your partner and lover is standing next to you watching the experiment with a cold indifference that some might take for displeasure if they didn't know him, but as you blink sluggishly at him you can see the curiosity and eager attention to the experiment clear as day.

When he turns to look at you, sliding his mask off and pushing his hair back out of his face, that curiosity becomes all about you, the sleepy, slumped over human that was covered by his harbinger cloak, the fluffy collar almost swallowing your head and cushions you from the hard wood.

The sight brews an idea, just how far could be push when you fell asleep...

He had asked you if he could test something as you were dozing off and the muffled response was affirmative sounding, so once you were down and out he had his segments end the experiment and ran a full sanitation of the lab, it was loud, unbearably loud and yet you didn't even react more than a flinch and mumble before nuzzling into the fluff of his coat.

Following the full sanitation he had one of his segments move you into the lab area, making sure to keep the coat you had wrapped around yourself under your head as he had you laid out on the examination slab.

There are multiple hands tugging and pulling clothes out of the way, there are stops and starts as he thinks sometimes you will wake, making internal notes of what makes you mumble or twitch as his segments finally get you naked and somewhat in position on the slab.

He has each segment run a different task, one is pinching and rolling your nipples with his bare hands, another is kissing and gently gnawing on your neck, the third and final is kneeling on the slab between your legs fingers lubed up and working to slowly open you up.

It's fascinating to watch as his segments manage to get your sleeping form so worked up, lube only being added periodically in small amounts instead of larger more consistent applications, the segment playing with your chest is almost as fervent in marking your chest and collarbones as the one that had changed to kissing and tugging on your earlobes?

Regardless of his segments own proclivities, all of them were still unsuccessful at waking you, your sleep seemed so deep and peaceful that even as he orders the segment that is four fingers deep in you to pull away and find something else to test on your body you do not wake.

Taking the place of his segment, he settles on his knees between your legs, grunting about his coats clasps and the need to undo them for this, once he is able to free himself it's simple to get a segment to lube him up and hold your legs apart as he shuffled closer and eases himself in, sighing happily as his head tilts back and his hips jerk as you tighten around him.

It's a good few minutes into what had devolved into a mess of segments pushing each other out of the way to grope at you, and Dottore prime fucking away between your legs, already having cum twice but downed a small experiment that he had saved for a rainy day to keep himself going, that you begin to wake.

Mouth full of one of the segments and hands cupping one segment each, your neck a mess of bites, hickies, saliva and bruises that lead down to a just as marked up chest, it's disorienting to come back too waking as you groan around the cock in your mouth, swallowing thickly and breathing through your nose as you can barely hear Dottore prime speak up his hips still snapping against yours with a filthy wet squelching sound.

"well now that you're awake, it's time to put some more theories to the test... Now be a good dear and just keep still."

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Look at me, look my zhongli icon in the down turned eyes and hear me as I say beidou has a kept woman that Ningguang has waiting for her at the jade chamber for when she is in port.

Kept pampered and swathed in the finest silks that are not publicly available, dressed as fine as Ningguang's own personal woman is.

Beidou met you when you were nothing but one of the attendants assigned to her one visit to the jade chamber, a pretty thing dressed in official wear but still so cute, and compared to the men on her ship you smelled so sweet and clean that she could help but tug you close and smile lazily as she compliments your hair and the perfume you wear.

From then on you are always assigned to the captain whenever she is docked and in the chamber, her 'pretty girl' or 'landlocked heart' each time she calls you by these it's only met with flushed cheeks and shy little nods.

It's only when your regular duties begin to change that you notice what your new role is, tucked away in a side room is the woman you know is lady Ningguang's lover or 'personal attendant' as the other call her, only once you are shown to a new lounge and a pretty sitting robe do you understand the new role you have been given.

Beidou is rarely in port and she is so close to ningguang that it is no shock that the lady of the jade chamber has her own personal lover see too teaching you how Beidou likes her lovers, spending days learning how to kiss properly, how to not freeze up as someone touches your thighs, everything but how to actually sleep with beidou is shown to you that right is reserved for her alone.

The very next time she is in port you are bathed, oiled and perfumed to her standards, left on her bed in the jade chamber, waiting for the captain to join you with nerves that felt like they could rattle even morax if he felt them.

How could Beidou keep her hands off you as she enters the room, you smell divine perfectly clean and dressed in this almost see-through robe that hides nothing from her vision as she walks up to the bed. There is no preamble or coy moves it's just a calloused hand tugging the tie free and a whistle as she takes in your figure as you lay pretty for her with flushed cheeks and slowly pebbling nipples from the intensity of her gaze alone.

Ningguang's lover and personal attendant may have trained you for this but nothing had you prepared for the actual moment you were under the captain, the scent of sea water on her skin and booze on her breath as she noses along your neck kissing and nipping freely as she sighs out praise for how soft you are and how good you smell.

It's a blessing to have someone so sweet and that smells so good after weeks at sea with her crew that only really bathe, or well sponge bathe when they get itchy. Her hands tug on your hair and tilt your head back so that she can leave more and more dark hickies and marks that won't last till she is back in port but she will grumble that you will feel them till then.

The callouses on her fingers make the way she drags them down your chest and hips intoxicating, digging in as she pulls you against her thigh and starts out a slow rocking motion against the thick leather at the top of her boots, smirking as you whimper and rut against her, shamefully looking up at her as your cunt shines her leathers in a whole new way.

Rocking your hips against Beidou's thigh may have made you a wet needy mess but when your fingers are in the captain's hair tugging and messing up the long tresses of brown as she buries two fingers into you and rolls her tongue against your clit, nothing you could have been "trained" for would prepare you for the eager way Beidou eats you out, licking up every drop of slick that comes from you and even as you try to squirm and move away she is pulling you back in and holding you down.

You aren't getting away from her eager mouth before she is done, and Beidou's isn't done until the silk of the bed under you is drenched, ruined and unusable ever again.

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I know is just a simple misspelling but you wrote "induced location" for the last Ayato scenario and THAT made me think of him using the shuumatsu ban to kidnap reader to many different locations so he could find them and ravage them all over Inazuma, one place at a time. Like a tag game of sorts.

Look typing them out on my phone means I fight auto correct, but thank you for pointing that one out for me else I'd have missed it completely.

But now you have also given me an idea, and it would be like a game of tag in a way for him but to his shummastuban he would likely play it as training.

Telling whoever is on this duty that you know what's going on and are going to act the role of scared and unknowing target so they will get the full training needed, but in reality you know nothing and every time you get that cold feeling of being watched it's terrifying.

The shummastuban nabbing you always think you're playing the role perfectly and are thankful for the training, not that they'd say that to you of course, however it is strange that they get different ropes and restraints for these practice missions when they have to find, stalk and then grab you.

Even if it had been months for this... Game? It's the same pleasurable outcome, you're dumped at whatever location Ayato had requested you be left, usually an area near a meeting he is attending or his personal room at the estate, and not long after you are left alone the world tilts as you're laid back, bound and blindfolded.

The smiling face of the commissioner being the first thing you see before you feel whatever you had been wearing when you got grabbed, being loosened and tugged away from your body.

Gloved hands kneading and grabbing at your hips and chest as he hums and asks gently if you had fun, before cutting off your words by occupying his mouth with something else.

Having you bound and delivered to him means he can do so much more with you, leaving your legs bound and tucking you under the enclosed table he has to sit at for a meeting while your face is pressed to his crotch cock down your throat, drooling as he holds you there.

Or perhaps even the reverse, leaving your hands and arms bound as he lets your legs free only to put you in a scandalous position that requires your arms to get out of, making you prostrate yourself for him for awhile as he finishes his paperwork, occasionally brushing his fingers across your exposed backside or crotch, laughing to himself when you squirm or wiggle trying to get out of the position he put you in or get him to touch you more.

It may be hours or even a day or two before you're eventually let to go home, the guards that guide you back to where you live paid handsomely to ignore how Ayato's left you.

The barely hidden bite marks, hickies, and unaddressed liquid that makes your thighs stick together as you walk head down and cheeks flushed as you thank the guards and finally return home, only to find new clothes in a simple but pretty box in your table, replacements for the ones that likely got damaged when he had you nabbed.

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Ayato the kinda freak to be into induced lactation, that man in my opinion would 100% be there and actively latched to a nipple day after day, nightly till the point that the other person started lactating.

If you can't tell this is about lactation then this is your warning, if you don't like the idea or the idea/act of lactation is a no for you, do not click the read more.

It was something you knew could happen, after all your young lord had something of an obsession with your chest, always mouthing and latching to one of your nipples the moment you had your shirt off, regardless of if it was sexual or not the moment he could his lips would be wrapped around your nipple stiff or not, and now...

Now here you are, awkwardly cupping your chest and watching as your ever-elegant partner lost that damned smiling mask of the commisoner from on his face and narrowed his eyes at you.

Between your fingers dripped the evidence of what his little obsession had made your body do, milky off white dripping from between the cracks of your fingers and leaking down your fingers, he had suckled his way into having you lactate, it was awkward and left your chest tight as pressure built till you were as you are now.

Leaking.

Sure Ayato hadn't wanted this initially, but now that he was looming over you pulling your hands away tongue tracing along the path your milk had taken, swirling his tongue around each finger, there was nothing about this he wouldn't love.

Now when he pressed his lips to your chest he could have more of you, taste something that was wholly his doing, something that was all him and all for him.

"My dear, is there something you want to tell me? Or maybe you'd prefer I drink it from you-" bending at his knees slightly, lets him press his cheek to your collarbones, staring up at you between flicking his gaze to where you were still leaking,"-cause I'm sure this isn't how I left you this morning..."

This morning... This morning was one that you would never forget, you had woken up to Ayato latched to your chest, as usual, one hand rolling and playing with the nipple he wasn't suckling the skin around where he was playing felt tight but you had thought nothing of it, brushing it away as he had been prone to suckle and tug at your chest in his sleep, having told you it was great for him to watch your sleepy face twist as he played with you.

Even as you had whined and tried to push him away, there was no way you would have been able to move him, the weight of his body pressed against you and the feeling of his cock hard in his yukata as he rutted against your thigh, grunting as he feels your weak attempt at pushing him away.

The morning had ended with your chest littered with hickies and imprints of his teeth, his cum splattered across the expanse of your torso as he panted and smiled down at you, sweeping away from you to head out with nothing more than a smile and a peck on the cheek. It was when you tried to bathe, hands gently trying to clean away the mess he had left that you had started leaking, the barest brush of your fingers had been the trigger.

Hours later and you had still been leaking, shirts dragging against your nipples awkwardly, wet patches blooming as you soaked through the material.

If Ayato had been unable to leave your chest alone before, there was no way he would even stop now that you were leaking, now that there was something new for him to take from you, something new to devour.

And by how he was hunched over against your body, letting heated puffs of air brush against your skin as a warning before he was latching just as he had this morning, there was no getting to the bedroom before he would take this oh so much further than just suckling.

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The angel share should have more shady back ally like areas so that in my own little version of Mond Diluc can tug his partner into the shadows and fuck them silly after having to see them playing nice with his not brother.

He is a grump not jealous, not at all...

He wasn't jealous, he wasn't but there was something about the way you hovered around his brother, how those bastardly hands held your waist as you stood in the way of something he needed, it wasn't jealousy.

No, no, it was just confusion mixing with his distaste and unpleasant feelings for his brother souring the sweet and soft affection he held for you, he wasn't jealous of his brother, no it couldn't be like that.

And yet, all it took was one moment, one passing glance as his fucking asshole of a brother lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand smiling as you turned your head from him, embarrassed at the sight of the blue haired man showing you the kind of affection only his brother usually did.

Stuttering and shuffling away as you caught sight of your precious partner, grabbing for his hand and dragging him away, ignorant of how he was glaring at his brother eyes locked as you pull him away.

He wasn't jealous, and yet, you smelt like his brother, that cloying smell of wine, parchment, leather and snow tainting your usual sweet smell, but he wasn't jealous, not even as he buried his teeth in the join of your neck and shoulder, fingers holding your hips still as he fucked you against a shaded wall of the angel share's alleyway, eyes blazing and groans more like growns that escape with every thrust.

Sure you could be coy and sweet around his brother, bolster a good relation with that piece of shit but here and now, you were shaking under his grasp, whining his name, and begging for his cock to fuck you, all this for him, for Diluc not Kaeya.

This is all for him, only he can hilt himself in you and paint your insides with his cum, not his brother, not any other man but him.

There would be no denying that you belonged to him, not if he had marked your neck up so no dress could cover it, or left you limping and dripping with his cum as he carried you home, not a single person could ever take you from him but he wasn't jealous.

He wasn't Jealous, not as his brother stood at the end of the alleyway watching with that fucking smug look on his face as he pressed you into the wall pushing his into you and listening as you howled his name, his not kaeya's, not anyone else's, only his.

After all, you were his and he wasn't Jealous...

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Cam-boy Genshin Men (Modern AU)

Think about it, I mean really think about it, some of them having nothing to do in their off time, having been so dedicated to certain tasks and as such the idea that they have nothing to do outside of their work.

And with such hard work to do they have no real love life, no partners or sweetheart, but maybe just maybe they have an assistant, workmate, someone that was a contractor or barista they see regularly enough to be a common face in their life.

And what if they have a wonder fully one-sided attraction, a bordering obsession with this person, something they view as a shame that when they have spent days on end touching themselves and feeling nothing but unsatisfied about their only room being the only audience, that they turn to camming, not for the money but for the eyes, for the way they can pretend that it is that person they are obsessed with on the other side watching them as they whimper and moan as they play with themselves.

None of them could see it, see the pictures scattered around his monitor, the endless clippings and bad photoshops of their body, beach days, summer nights, parties, and even facsimiles of them nude, none of his viewers could see them, none of them would ever see them. These pictures are for him and him alone, something to actually get him hard, make him want to pant and beg for those faceless viewers behind the screen.

They would never know that each slick flick of his wrist and each drawn-out whimper was for someone they never knew, never saw and never will, they think he is begging for them for the viewers to let him cum to let him stop shaking and panting, open-mouthed and what they could see of his face flushed a deep red as his wrist pulled more pre down his shaft, filling the air with slick sounds that his mic picked up so beautifully.

There is a good reason his cam name was 'Pleas3_watchMe', an even better reason the tagline of his channel was "please, all for you, watch me please" but no one would understand just how true those words were.

Not even you, the one he was whining for, the one he had pictures scattered around his desk of, the one he could never have expected to be on the other side of one of his streams, your own hands working just as hard, panting just as loudly, and whining his name, his actual name as he cried so prettily for someone to let him cum.

But god if he could see you, see how you were desperate like him, whining like him, a sweaty mess to match his own there would be no amount of viewers or donations that would keep him from cumming from painting one of his pictures of you with his cum and moaning your name.

But for now, he keeps going, keeps flicking his wrist, whining and begging promising that whoever lets him cum will have their picture coated in his release, as for now, his loving adoring fans will never know that the photos he claims are of his tops fans, donators and watchers are really just you, you, you, you.

and every drop stain and smear of cum on them was for you, not them, never for them.

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I will die on the hill I am camping on currently and tell you all that Fontaine would 100% have basic sex toys and fucking machines.

Anyway, I want to put Neuvillette on all fours and watch him get railed by an inanimate object or well a fucking machine, so enjoy!

It was a gift from the warden, a little wink and a nudge written in the note that came with the delivery as the heavy box was passed towards you, instructions folded and bound neatly atop it in an unsuspecting booklet.

Wriothesley was nothing if not smug when you blushed as you read the title printed in neat black writing.

Wiring, spare cogs, bolts and everything else making a mess of the floor as you messed up a few times and had to redo the lines of wires that would make this strange gift work, now all you needed was your dear Iudex to come home for the fun to truly begin.

Offering to play new games of pleasure with Neuvillette was something new, something you had only just barely managed to get him to agree to. Sighing as you can already see the arch of his back, the sight of his cocks hanging hard between his legs as he rocks backwards into the feeling of your hands spreading him wide, while only partly divine it is still easy to fall into this daydream almost like an act of worship.

It is a dance and a half as he comes home, tired smile and soft hands cupping your cheeks as you coax him through a long and through bath, teasing away the idea of a calm night and managing to ease him into the very position you had daydreamed about.

On his hands and knees, a pillow cushioning his form and making this more comfortable as you begin.

The trust he has in you as you ease him open, fingers slowly working in and out of him, streaching and easing the way for something much bigger, much more filling and surely more rough than you could ever be with him. The slick shine of lube and sweat makes already glittering skin seem ethereal in the low light of the room, and the deep groans that follow as you pull your fingers free, sliding your hands up and down his back shushing the slight whine that follows you pulling away.

"Shh, shhh, honey I'll be right back, this surprise was a gift and I spent all afternoon setting it up just for you! Now sit still and be good for me, I'll be right back..." pulling his hair away from his back and out of the way as you teasingly run your hands down his horns, the messy kiss you steal as you finish up is worth it as Neuvillette is nothing if not a sight with cheeks flushed a deep red and mouth open as he pants, chasing more of your kisses.

"Now comes the fun part, you know what to say if you want it to all stop, but for now behave this is more for you than me."

The blunt press of the toy attached to the machine makes him jolt, rattling his frame and causing him to gasp, the mess of lube across his hole and the toy means you have to guide the head in, pressing down on the lukewarm silicon, completely entranced as the head slips in, shallow as shallow can be before the small switch in your hand lets you ease the machine to life.

The piston arm slowly worked the toy deeper and deeper into him, sinking to the base in a matter of moments, so slowly working him into the feeling of the mechanical fucking that he was about to experience, "Look at you honey, so pretty like this, such a big powerful dragon on his hands and knees getting fucked by a lowly mortal machine..." its easy to coo at him like this, sighing as you wrap a hand around one of his cocks, stroking in time with the arm fucking into him.

"Shall we go a little faster? Harder? Or maybe you want me to stop? What will it be precious?"

The machine is still slow enough that you can clearly make out the way he pants a shameful 'harder' and 'faster', letting you flick your wrist once more, smearing the dripping pre-cum along his shaft before turning the dial on the remote up, filling the air with hisses of air compressing as the toy that was fucking him speeds up, making him throb in your hand.

The tense muscles of his back shifting as he bucks back into the machine hips chasing the full feeling as you give the cock in your hand one more long stroke before moving back towards his face. Snagging a pillow for your own knees makes it easier to get comfortable, long since having stripped down and joined Neuvillette in nakedness, tilting his head up so you can see how his eyes are barely focused, hazy and lost as they look up at you.

"look at you big boy, barely started and you already look wrecked, Maybe I should find some more little attachments for this thing, keep you fucked dumb and pretty like this whenever I want..."

From the amount of panting he had done, Neuvillette's chin was slick with spit and perfectly positioned for you to press against his face, using the excess spit to slick yourself up more before pressing against his lips. Fingers drag through his hair as he presses forward, taking you with his mouth and laving against the skin, his hips twitching as he pulls forwards to pleasure you and making the machine press further into him.

The power for the machine would last at least another hour and a half, and there were two more speeds and one more angle that you could set the arm into, the night was still young and the look of your dear hydro dragon panting lips slick with spit and your own mess was nothing if not encouraging you to push him further into this new pleasure.

Perhaps Wriothesley would like a new tea set or two for gifting this too you...

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I have come back out of the long break I took cause I got hooked on a few different games to dump on y'all a few bits of braintot.

Now I am particularly partial to Neuvillette, I like an old man, even more so an emotionally awkward one that has that disconnect from humans cause he isn't one per say.

I am also of the mind to make them nasty pervs that go feral for sick shit...

Be warned this is about sweat and vaguely piss related, you are not comfortable with that please there is a read more for a reason.

Imagine the Iudex of Fontaine, Neuvillette the hydro sovereign and your lover who in the warmer months layers you like it is winter for outings. I'm talking leggings, stockings, ankle socks under your shoes, chemise, underskirt, petticoat, skirt, corset, shoulder drape, and gloves a true full ensemble that is making you sweat and strain to keep yourself from making a scene as you shyly fan yourself the moment no one is looking.

An outing with him is never complete without a stop for something to drink, be it a simple glass of juice or tea for you and some water for him or being held up by a courtier offering a glass or bottle of something that Neuvillette insists you drink when it is handed to you, eyes gleaming as he watches you swallow every drop and mouthful offered.

This man who tastes waters from different regions and select areas of the world is delighted as he watches the small beginnings of sweat roll down your neck, the first droplets wiped away by him and slyly wiped across his lips with a soft smile.

He loves the taste of you in every sense of the word, so having you return from a rare outing sweating and flushed from the sheer warmth your body is experiencing is something he reveals in. Not ever making you go out and about with him for long enough to cause harm but just long enough that by the time you have returned to his home, he is purring softly at the smell and lingering taste of your sweat that he had lapped from the bow of your lips when he stole a kiss.

His home is quaint for someone so high-ranked. It has easy access to the waters of Fontaine and is just far enough away from the city to have a truly discreet personal life. Once you are past the threshold, he is pulling layers off you, groaning and mouthing at where your sweat had seeped into the fabric, like an unruly dog huffing at your scent as he peels away layer after layer.

Being carried through the house to your shared bathroom, seated on the vanity as he kneels before you still in his regalia as he rumbles and purrs at the moment he finally can lave his tongue across your skin and lick away any and all patches of sweat you have on your skin.

Being the dragon sovereign his temperature is lower so his hands are cool as they wander across your skin, what a sight it is to have the man at the top of Fontaine panting as he licks along the underside of your chest, somehow teasing without tickling as he basically tongue bathes you before stripping himself down and tugging you into the pool like bath.

Leaving himself submerged as he makes his home between your legs, unfurling his more dragonic tongue as he basically seals his mouth around you and presses down on your bladder watching you from under the clear water as he drinks down what you give him.

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So I am a licensed Brothel manager here in my country and have been for Six years now, and I'm gonna use my professional knowledge to give you what kinda clients I would think some of the genshin characters would be.

This is part 2!

Part 1: here

Childe is the client that the service providers all flip between loving and hating to see walk through the door. He is a big spender but also a difficult booking. On one hand, he will and can book a provider out for the night, but the provider will be out of commission for a week at the shortest.

A booking with Childe can swing from gentle comfort and sweet attention to violent grappling and roleplay that leads to the parlour needing to replace beds, draws, tables and dressers. Some providers blatantly refuse to even acknowledge him when he comes in, knowing that he is in a rougher mood and they don't want to be out of work for the week.

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Biazhu is an irregular client. Most providers know him as their doctor and physician, and as such, they don't see him or he won't see them, not wanting to cross the line with such repeat and regular clients of his.

Most bookings that Baizhu makes are private escorts to his home. These are mostly travelling providers staying at the parlour who are unlikely to have ever been his patients or even stepped foot in his pharmacy.

His bookings are mostly very relaxing and focused on gentle touch and free affection. He is one of the few clients who always passes his health checks for obvious reasons, and he likely has actually declined to see a provider because of a concern for his health and well-being.

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Parlours in and near fatui postings or controlled territories are likely owned by a harbinger and are held to his standards for providers, style, service, and above all discretion. Dottore and or his segments are ghost clients, you never see him enter or leave but when someone has been chosen all you get is a room number and a payment followed by a good luck.

A booking can be anywhere from a 20min stint of him poking and prodding you to take in details or measurements for something he is working on and needs more data for, to a three-hour long and draining booking that is broken up by sudden stops to change something or change providers to achieve something that popped into his mind.

Dottore is wholeheartedly some providers' favourite client, and they won't say why, simply smiling and waving curious eyes away.

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A provider in Fontaine is well respected and admired by many. They fill a role that many seek out and enjoy, but those who are blessed to even be considered or rumoured to be considered by Neuvillette are held to a degree above the rest.

He has never set foot in any of the actual parlours or venues that host providers, but the people whisper about people visiting the office of the iudex after his office hours and leaving with him. Neuvillette has one provider that he sees regularly and the people who come to him after hours are messengers and the like telling him that his provider is ready and waiting for him at his home.

The single provider he sees regularly hasn't changed in years, only when they age out of service or choose to retire. Does he even think about finding a new one? Even then, he has his prior provider choose and organise it for him, knowing that they will understand and find someone who will see to all his needs and keep everything discrete.

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Sorry if this is invasive but what are your pronouns and sexuality? Just curious :)

Oh no this is a fine question to ask, but I use they/them but I'm fine with any used for me as in non-binary.

And I'm pansexual.

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cor cor cor!! hehe dumping this here for u like a cat giving a mouse to its owner..

scara having a pussy is so cannon!! he was made in ei’s image so it would only make sense… not only that but since he’s a puppet you can take him apart with a little bit of work!! consider: using disassembled scara like a fleshlight!! ^u^

he’d writhe and groan as you unscrewed all of his parts under the guise of preforming maintenance on his systems and joints. it took a bit of effort and a number of fancy tools but you were eventually able to separate his arms, legs, head, and horse from each other!! his limbs were rigged tightly together with rope while you propped his head up on the table you were working at. with one foot, you kicked yourself backwards on the chair till you were far enough away to pull your cock out with ease. the puppets face would’ve flushed red had he been filled with blood but he simply wore an expression between confusion and embarrassment. his insides were ribbed and rubbery requiring a generous amount of lube to be used for a comfortable pace to be set. leaning backwards, you allowed yourself to openly groan at the sensation of the puppets tight cunt. it didn’t take long for you to push a hefty load into him considering it seemed as though he was made for such uses. through the orgasmic haze you looked back towards his head only to see him panting with eyes lidded. successful research conducted!! even when split into parts, he could still feel himself getting fucked!! ^u^

-mwah mwah kisses, venus <3

You know sometimes I forget I have an inbox here and come back and just marvel at this absolute banger your dropped in here for me...

God you deserve the sloppiest head I can give you.

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You're right and I love every time I see you say it

inceltaru is the worlds most prolific and vicious panty stealer. if you’re not throwing them straight in the wash, you may as well be throwing them straight into his hands. will you ever catch him in the act? no, he’s rather sneaky, but you can tell based on when and where they reappear.

is he truly at fault, though, for how good he feels whenever he can wrap his fist around his cock with your used panties against his nose and mouth? he inhales sharply and desperately with his tongue occasionally darting out to smooth over whatever ambrosia your pretty cunt has left behind. his eyes are practically rolling back to his brain when he pulls the fabric away from his face and down to his cock so he can finally release all over the thin cotton. he’s rather proud of himself considering just how soaked he can get them while they’re off of your form. give him some time to further practice so he can get your panties real wet while they’re still on your hips!!

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What the actual fuck is wrong with Al-haithem character AI's???

You get two or three messages in and bam out comes the master/slave and or pet play angle??? No sir I am trying to make you a soft Yan for my own fun put that shit away!

Nasty.

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God if I hadn't cut my hair I would have had one of my mains on here bar peepaw!

But rip the double ayaka... Fucken September baby, but also mayhaps a @notsodivininglover would like to share? Or not is okie!

i was tagged by @luxxid !! as for who i'll tag... hm... @dear-yandere, @khaenruin, @bye-bye-sunbird, @anantaru, @j0succ, @abbacchiosbelt aaand @galair !!

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So I tend to chitter with the lovely @venusandsaturnsrings about things and share fan art of the spicy kind, but the last time we spoke I had an idea.

This is mostly based off of the idea of Rabbit Hybrid Kaveh, and reader being a lamb hybrid...

So thank you Venus for giving me this idea. (It's a long one too!)

With Al Haithem taking on the role of Acting Grand Scribe, his old role of Scribe had been vacated and thus a few others had banned together to fill in for him while he was taking on his temporary role, one of the people had even been a sage candidate once and high enough now to have their own assistant/secretary. But as they worked to fill the gap he had left said assistant had been transferred to help him, it was likely a move to try and earn the man's favour and even earn him a role as a sage, but the research he turned in was lacking for such a role, but you…

Easy to lead, aloof you, the soft ears that flicked and twitched every now and then, the way you hold back, always three steps to the left and behind him as he walked the halls, following every suggested order and easily falling into his routine with the silent dedication you showed, if only his rabbit hybrid of a roomate would have been a little less unrully and a little closer to your temperament.

He did have to talk to some of the visiting scholars about how they acted around you, especially the younger ones, the last group that he had a meeting with had almost been late trying to take a photo with the 'Sages little lamb', truly how you deal with them is up to you but that day their actions had almost ruined his schedule, and he wasn't keen on staying past his posted office hours.

But today, three of his meetings had dragged on, two matra had come with bulk late reports on knowledge capsules that had leaked beyond Sumeru and even the paperwork he had to finish had become beyond the amount acceptable to leave for the next day or even to pass off to you to stamp and file, no today he had to take this home with him, and the idea was less than appealing but until someone was good enough to take over as grand sage he would do what needed to be done.

The only thing he hadden't counted on was your offer to keep helping him after all was said and done...

The piles he helped pack away were more than enough to have him sighing out an agreement to let you come help him with this, between his folders tucked under arm and your messenger sling full of the remaining documents the only real thing left was to get home and set up before powering through everything that had been pushed back.

The walk back to his home was quiet, the streets of the city had long since gone quiet, and the few pockets of noise came from the market stalls packing down and the cafes or taverns opening their shutters and side doors to let the music and noise of patrons spill out. But there was nothing worth stopping for when all was said and done, these papers needed to be finished and he wasn't going to waste another second past what was needed to finish them. The moment he got home and had you settled in the lounge, he was quick to disappear to gather the last of his home office equipment, the few pens and such that you had in your bag wouldn't last into the mass of papers you were to work on.

The hours that had past between the start of this little overtime venture and the amount of patience Al Haithem was willing to expend were starting to outweigh each other by to large a margin, a short break was what he needed, and food was a good idea and so he left you on one of his mismatched couches as he headed off to one of the few places he would be willing to eat from.

If only he had braught you with him...

Kaveh had been endlessly sketching and re-drawing some of his smaller projects, ones that would eat up his hours till he would walk out of his room and see sunlight seeping into the main room of his shared home, Al Haithem would usually be gone by then but tonight he decided to deviate from his normal routine and made for the kitchen to grab some fresh fruit or maybe even some tea to sip on as he worked. Only instead of a stoic grey-haired man in the living room there was someone new.

The way the two of you stared at each other was like deer caught in the downlights of the city, wide-eyed and still.

The conversation between the two of you was slightly stilted and awkward as you had worked with Kaveh previously on a very small project that you had worked admin on, but it had been months since those days, and after a few more awkward moments everything seemed to settle in, as you continued to write and notate on some of the papers Kaveh was filling the air with stories and little quips from the projects he had taken on since then.

Soon enough the papers you had been given from Al Haithem had been cleared away and you had considered taking some of his and making his work easier but stopped yourself, those were likely higher priority and needed to be only signed off by him or perhaps were reports about things way above your pay-grade, and so when Kaveh offers you tea and soem more conversation you are quck to take him up, falling into the easy conversation and warm honey flavoured tea he had brewed.

If only it hadn't been a friday night, and the cafe Al Haithem had chosen hadn't been so busy he would have been hoem much earlier and would never had to have walked in on what would live burned onto the backs of thsi eyelids for the weeks to come, if only he had been faster maybe he could have been in Kavehs place.

For such a flightly hybrid species, Kaveh is quick to act when you lean back against his shoulder, sighing and lamenting over the amount of work you still have to do and how long you will have to keep working if Al Haithem dosen't get back soon, the warmth of his hand consumes your own as he squeezes your hand, assurance and a sly offer to help you relaxe before his tempermental roomate came back home, and oh how easy it was to accept that offer.

Soon enough the papers you had been given from Al Haithem had been cleared away and you had considered taking some of his and making his work easier but stopped yourself, those were a likely higher priority and needed to be only signed off by him or perhaps were reports about things way above your pay-grade, and so when Kaveh offers you tea and some more conversation you are quick to take him up, falling into the easy conversation and warm honey flavoured tea he had brewed.

If only it hadn't been a Friday night, and the cafe Al Haithem had chosen hadn't been so busy he would have been home much earlier and would never have to have walked in on what would live burned onto the backs of his eyelids for the weeks to come, if only he had been faster maybe he could have been in Kavehs place.

For such a flightly hybrid species, Kaveh is quick to act when you lean back against his shoulder, sighing and lamenting over the amount of work you still have to do and how long you will have to keep working if Al Haithem doesn't get back soon, the warmth of his hand consumes your own as he squeezes your hand, assurance and a sly offer to help you relax before his temperamental roommate came back home, and oh how easy it was to accept that offer.

The press of such long fingers against your hips is grounding against the insistent press of a certain rabbit hybrids tongue, the wet press leaving your chest heaving and legs twitching as he put his mouth to use, groaning your name as he got a chance to know how you tasted, ears flushed red as you reach back fingers tangling in the mess of blonde hair between his ears, tugging him closer as if there was any room left between his mouth and you that he was not already leaving at.

Only pulling back to watch how you whined for him to go back, to put his mouth back and replace how he had begun to use his fingers, to help you ease the building need and stop his teasing with little excuses of 'my jaw hurt' or 'I do still need to breathe sweet thing...' He was finally able to look up and see how your eyes glazed over and tongue flicked to wet your lips as your panted his name, before the hand tangled in his hair tugged, or tried to tug his head away as you squealed his roommate's name.

Al Haithem was finally home it would seem. 

Watching you stumble and stutter your way through both the realisation and rationalisation that your senior, your temporary boss, Al Haithem was something else, something that would only drive him to slip the hand he had been using to work you open down, pushing his house pants down and freeing himself, letting him wrap around hsi cock, using the spit slick fingers to lazily jack himself off, as he put his mouth back to full use, changing precise flicks of his tongue for long stripes and eager pressing as if to encourage you to fuck yourself on his face as you spoke.

And gods how he longed to move up from eating you out, to push your thighs open and sink himself home in you, to fuck you like he had imagined as you leaned against him and spoken so sweetly to him, to watch and listen as you would give up and let Al Haithem hear as he wrecked you.

God, if only you would give in soon as between the way your thighs were wrapped around his head and how his cock is throbbing in his hand there would be no stopping him from making Al Haithem watch as he fucks you, making his annoying roommate watch as he ruined one of his hideous couches and make sure the next time he tried to sit in the living room all he would think of is the sight of you bent over his couch with Kavehs face smirking from behind you as you whine his name...

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So there is a very very talented artist on Instagram under the name daione.sith (100% look at their stuff! And of you have the money their patreon cause !!!! The NSFW versions!) And they have a demon Diluc drawing and good lord has it given me an idea.

So here I come like some kind of goblin out of my lil cave of Minecraft and grinding to give you this.

This piece doesn't really need a CW or a TW to my knowledge, but if religious themes or anything to do with possessive themes makes you umcomfy maybe don't read this one!

Have you ever seen the Anemo Archons cathedral in the afternoon?

Rays of golden light transformed into halos of gold and blue, green specks filling gaps between pure white streaks, the air filled with specks of dust that drift and paint the cracks between each colour stained display of devotion. Candles of every kind, pillars and tealights, long burning towers of wax that are lit day in and day out, melting and painting old stained wood with pools of faded whites and yellows, all long since forgotten and uncleaned after their purpose had been served.

There is piety in the air and whispered hymns on the lips of every soul that passes through those doors, heads bowed and hands offered in prayer and open devotion, and yet one resounding set of steps is all it takes to taint and defile, the solid click after click of his shoes against polished tile is a simple rhythm that sinks sin into the very stone foundations of the cathedral, a rot of domination seeping into the roots and curling around the heart of the church of freedom.

A demon in only your mind alone, and a saint in all others eyes, the uncrowned king and deep shadow across your devotion looms over you, standing as he always does, clothed in his jacket and hands ringed in simple yet daunting steel rings, lips moving through mockeries of prayer after prayer as the air fills with thick incense.

The censer by your side long since burnt out, a centerpiece to the flowing wreaths and displays of devotion through fruit and wine, the ash that falls and spills from the gaps tells of age and endless nights in the fogs of devotion and prayers that the red haired man that has come to curl around your back would disappear from your side, that 'The Diluc Ragnvindr' would turn those crimson eyes from you and find some other lamb to lead a stray, and yet again you feel the heat of his gloves drag across your arms, his hands pulling you backwards into the broad expanse of his chest.

The scent of incense is overpowered but the smell of oak, wine and something burnt, like the after scent of a fireplace or boiler pit, it smelt like iron and ash.

You know what lies under the heavy finery, that the moment you step out of these hallowed halls and step over the threshold of your home there is no archon or divine grace to save you, red hair will give way to arching horns and draping layers with loosen and fall away to leave the defined lines and markings of his true nature bare.

A sight many women and men would kill for will lay bare and inviting on your bed, legs spread with one hand lazily pumping his length. Fingers dragging the small trail of pre further down and making the ridges and inhuman shape all that more prominent, black trails that swirl across his hips and up around his chest, for something so inhuman he plays the role well, a thick swatch of red hair covers his chest and leads wispily down his stomach.

The deep red of his hair mats itself with sweat and other evidence of your entanglement, something of both his and your own, and yet it's not a matter of when you would give in but how.

Some Days he would catch you before you got into the cathedral, other day, ones much like this one, he would cradle you through your last prayers and escort you home, making you a sight of envy for all those that would catch sight of the two of you, and oh how people would see. The route he would make you take winds the many main streets and side roads, every set of envying eyes would watch as his gloves hands dug into your hips, how he let you push against him and made him chuckle.

The sound mistaken for mirth when really it was nothing but condescension.

Whatever his end goal was, Diluc Ragnvindr was working his way into your heart and head, somedays all it took was a flash of the fiery red of his hair and you would be wound up expecting those heavy hands and ash laiden words to coax you off your beaten path and into the dark of some ally for a quick moment of hushed breaths and shape teeth digging into whatever skin you had exposed or could be exposed.

But here in your home as he lays back, horns ripping through the plush pillow you had bought not a day before, red tipped claws digging into the soft skin of your hips and dragging you further and further down his cock making the finale ridge of something just shy of to big, to wide, too much for you, press against your opening as he huff out a laugh.

Today he would take you wholly, leave you gasping and open mouthed as he sunk that finale but of himself into you, stained you inside and out with himself, marks of theet and hands mean nothing to how he will know that he finally came in you, finally painted your inside with his spend.

How glorious it will be the day he gets you watch you stumble back from that cathedral to his winery, to drape yourself across his lap and grasp at the base of his horns and beg for him, true devotion to him, true adoration and nothing but from you, to him would be the icing on this long overdue cake.

For now though he will enjoy the fucked out and watery eyes stare from you as he pushes you that little bit further down his cock, bottoming out and drawing a deep gasp from your lips.

For now this will do…