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Tears of Lust pt. 2 (Dick Grayson x M!Reader)

Pairing:  Dick Grayson (YJ ver.) x Demon!Cis Male!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1113 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 16 - Dacryphilia Note: The writer juices really ain't flowing lately. Part one here. Tags: reader is in a rut, established relationships, nipple play, monsterfucker territory, cereal, spanking and so much consent we love it

You figured out what the cereal was for. It was your human lover who wolfed half a box down. Something about ‘fibres’. When your knot had deflated enough to pull out, you had made him a bowl and when he finished that, he just started eating out of the box like they were crisps. You tried to be patient, but Dick was naked on your bed and your eyes fixated on the crumbs on his chest. With each breath, you watched those crumbs go up and down. “Are you finished?” You eventually snapped. Your body was thrumming and there was only so much self-restrained in your demon blood. Dick nodded and put the box aside. As soon as his mouth was empty, you had your tongue on him, licking the crumbs away and very intentionally swiping over his nipples. Dick gasped and squeezed your arm. 

“I need more,” you growled, voice laced with a hellish overtone, “but if you can’t, I need you to leave now.” You looked up into your man’s eyes. He was clearly a little fearful if he could handle another round so soon. You understood, but for the sake of your sanity, you needed him to leave you alone if he needed rest. 

“Hurt me instead,” he suggested out of the blue, voice hoarse and breathy. You cocked up a brow, unsure of what he was implying exactly. “Bite me, spank me, get a whip from the closet. I need a break, but there are other ways to make me cry and enjoy it.” Your concerned expression morphed into a smirk at his filthy words. You went back to licking his chest, digging the tips of your claws into his soft pecs as your sharp teeth played with a nipple. When Dick started squirming too much, you took his arms and pinned him down onto the bed with one hand. With your free one you started pulling and pinching the nipple that wasn’t occupied by your mouth. 

Dick mewled in pain and pleasure. You could smell precum dripping from his soft cock. It didn’t take long for his nipples to turn a bright red, every touch to them aching in the most exquisite of ways. The scent of his salty tears was like gasoline on a fire. You only momentarily stopped to lick them off his face, your hand and teeth switching places every time you stopped to feed on his tears. When the flavour changed, you knew he couldn’t handle much more, the pain in his nipples too much. The sore buds had gone through enough. 

You let go of Dick’s hands. They immediately flew up to grab you by the back of your neck. Dick kissed you feverishly, needing your lips on his to retain his sanity. His skin was hot against yours, the heat radiating off him reminding you of home. He whispered pleas against your lips. “Hurt me more, please. I need you to spank my ass red and feed on my tears,” he urged you in hushed words. How could you deny him, when he begged so intimately? 

Your bulging arms lifted him up and manhandled him across your lap as you sat on the side of the bed. “Comfortable?” You inquired as you groped his round rear. When you pulled a cheek aside, you could see his hole was still red and puffy from your previous romp. The sight made you salivate. 

“Very,” Dick sighed as he put his hands behind his back, relaxing with deep breaths. His voice drew your attention away from his glistening hole. The first smack barely got a reaction out of him, except for a small hitch in his breath, followed by a small sigh of content. It was not unexpected that Dick had a high pain tolerance, but after a few smacks, you got impatient, your force increasing, the intervals decreasing. 

Dick got louder when your methods changed. “Take it for me, baby, you’re my human toy. You’re being so good for me. I can’t wait until I can fuck you again.” The praise made Dick only louder. One of his hands left his back to reach out to one of yours. “What is it? Too much already?” He shook his hands and led your hand down. He wrapped your claw around his neck and then returned his own hand to his back. “Oh,” you mused in surprise. You were gonna go insane. He was nonverbal on pleasure and still asking you to choke him. 

Your digits dug in right where he loved it as you continued to spank his bottom. Dick sang a symphony of pleasure from every contact between you. When you tilted his head up and bent sideways to look at his face, you saw he had his eyes rolled back, red-bitten lips fallen open. It was like he was possessed by pleasure, the forceful slaps pulling the tears right out of his eyes. The angle was no longer in your favour. You needed a better view of his face. You lifted Dick up and scooted back a little. You put him on his knees, his thighs straddling yours. One hand found its way back to his throat, keeping a tight grip as you forced his face to stay right in front of yours. 

Your textured tongue ran over his face as your free hand spanked the tears out of him. His cock was oozing precum over your thighs, but you ignored it. You knew Dick’s hips would signal when he was ready to be touched there again. You were impressed by Dick’s constitution. In spite of trembling the moment he was on his knees, he took his like a good boy. He endured your exquisite torture for longer than you had thought he would, but eventually he whispered a soft ‘please stop’ as he wrapped his arms around you. His whole body was aflame, scorching to the touch and twitching in the aftershocks of pleasure. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down as you lowered your upper body onto the bed. When your back hit the mattress, Dick collapsed on top of you, wincing when his cock got trapped between your heated bodies. 

Your hand rubbed over his sweaty back, avoiding the reddening skin lower on his body. “You’re doing so well,” you cooed with your eyes trained on the ceiling. If you avoided looking at your special human, maybe you could keep yourself a little longer from spreading his ass and fucking the tears and cum out of him. 

Dick only replied with a long, exhausted moan and some mumbled words against your hellish flesh. “I need more cereal.”

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Jing Yuan — no man escapes the wrath of his wife

cw: reader referred to as jy's wife, just jing yuan brain rot currently being active

General Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights, one of the Six Charioteers, someone who will undoubtedly be part of the history books, the ever-famous dozing general....

....finds himself in a pinch for the first time in centuries.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he currently finds himself kneeling with his hands in the air, surrounded by enemies with their weapons pointed at him from all angles. In fact, he even has to stifle a yawn as he looks at his captors, his golden eyes boredly examining each and every one of them.

"The Dozing General: Jing Yuan," the man who seems to be running the show speaks, and Jing Yuan mentally dubs him as Captor #1. "I would have thought it would be much harder to get my hands on you, really. Are the Cloud Knights truly this wea-"

But before Captor #1 could finish his sentence, laced with an incredibly condescending tone, the sound of a certain ringtone, familiar to the General, starts sounding out, reverberating in the small room.

Jing Yuan's eyes widen, his relaxed body suddenly tensing up, his half-closed eyes now blown wide in surprise as he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.

That's the ringtone he has set for his beloved wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off..." the General starts, his tone apologetic, "But is there any chance you'd let m-"

Similar to the way Jing Yuan's phone rudely cut off Captor #1's monologue, Captor #2, who happens to be a woman, rudely cuts the general off, approaching him and roughly snatching his phone from his pocket.

The crystal-clear sound of his ringtone can now be heard, and Jing Yuan looks at his captors, observing their next move.

"Who is it?" his first captor speaks as his second captor approaches the man, showing him the phone.

"It's his wife," Captor #2 says, before smirking. "I think we should answer."

The sound of his ringtone suddenly comes to an abrupt stop, and Jing Yuan visibly gulps, showing signs of nervousness for the first time since his capture.

"Love, are you busy?"

In a different scenario, Jing Yuan's heart would have fluttered at the sound of your voice that he loved so much, but at the moment, he can only feel his heart flutter in nervousness and he prays to the aeons that Captor #1 steals the phone from Captor #2 to speak instead.

"Indeed, the General is."

However, it seems that all the aeons are too busy to look after Jing Yuan at the moment as his female captor speaks into the receiver of his phone with a teasing smirk on her face.

"What? Who is this?" your voice rings, now sounding annoyed. "Why do you have my husband's phone?"

"I'm the one currently keeping him busy," his captor responds, and Jing Yuan wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle and seep into the ground at the moment.

"It's not what she's making it out to be-"

"Shush, General~"

He doesn't know if she's doing this on purpose—the suggestive tone of her voice makes it seem like she is.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" you speak, now with anger. "Where's my husband?"

"We're currently holdi-"

"JING YUAAAANNN!!!!"

And that was his cue.

The tables were suddenly turned, and in the blink of an eye, only Jing Yuan remains standing. Every captor of his, including Captors 1 and 2, now lay on the cold, hard ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain.

The General jogs over to get his phone, seeing that you were still on the line. Captor #2, at least, had the decency to—or maybe just accidentally—put the phone on mute throughout the whole fight.

"My little sparrow!" Jing Yuan calls out to the phone, and he can almost imagine your arms crossed on your chest and the pout you wear. "It wasn't what she made it out to be, I swear!"

"Hmm, really now?" you respond, obviously not amused. Jing Yuan had half a mind to tease you for being jealous, but he thought against it.

"I'm on my way home. I'll explain everything."

"You better."

"I love-"

Jing Yuan's words were cut off as his wife hangs up the phone, and he can only let out a helpless sigh. A small smile adorns his face as he shakes his head helplessly, fingers dialing Yanqing's phone to take care of the rest.

He's really in a pinch now.

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staking claims

in all the time you've known jing yuan, you've never known the hybrid as someone who was territorial, which was unusual for a white leopard. you've known him since he was an adolescent, and it seemed like your paths seemed to intertwine with eachother.

WARNINGS:TOP MALE READER. YANDERE HYBRID JING YUAN, YANDERE BLADE, MENTIONS OF HEATS, MARKING, BONDAGE, IMPRISIONMENT, BLOWIES,BODY WORSHIP AND MARKING, DACRYPHILIA, CLOTHES RIPPING

MINORS DNI

that was years ago, and while he was generally pretty relaxed, there seemed to be some rage behind his voice whenever he mentions a black haired panther hybrid. he would never tell you who, or their name. the only other thing he wouldn't tell you about was who he had his eyes on, and its still something he has his lips shut about.

in all truth, jing yuan was not as laid back as he presents himself to you. a meticulous planner, his friendship with blade ended after they couldn't agree on the topic of an oblivious man -- you. sometimes he feels bad when he hears of you talking about how crazy it was that your meeting was by fate, but he could no longer wait knowing that who else wanted you.

looking at you now, its clear that time had been kind to you. the two of you, plus blade, were no longer young adults, but established individuals. in all his years of knowing you, he never stopped loving you. yet, he could never bite the bullet and ask you out. perhaps it was the lack of haste that eroded over the years. perhaps after the initial few years of climbing ranks, then dealing with his jobs, and dealing with the threats of the stellaron hunters had made him delay his planning of courting you, until it barely passed his mind. after all, you were already his. it wasn't official, but who would have the nerve to go against a general? it was like he forgot you two weren't officially dating. you smelt like him, and were already close to the general. in his delusion, you were his.

sometimes he forgets that you're still eligible, and a very wanted bachelor. his possessiveness never faltered, but sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he ever told you it was you that he wanted, but now that you stopped asking and slowly started distancing since the trailblazer arrived made an uncomfortable ball of anxiety drop in his stomach. he had to still a growl when you wrapped an arm around both dan heng and caelus. this anxiety made him prepare an elaborate plan to court you, fitting of his pride as a leopard hybrid. but something was telling him that something, or rather someone unwelcomed would come, and he was right.

stress and pre-heat hormones filled the private prison jing yuan ordered blade to be put in. the white haired males tail was puffed as he snarled at blade, his hand grabbing the black fabric and yanking blade until he was pressed against the bars. "you've had some nerve showing here, old friend. and to do so while you're on preheat.. what do you intend to do here?" his narrowed eyes locked onto the panting blade, who snarled back, albeit weakly.

"you missed your chance jing yuan, i've been told he hasn't been claimed yet. you've had your chance. it's only a matter of time before he learns the truth." blades smirk irritated him, and he was about to respond until you pushed the door open, panting and with water in your hand. his eyes darted between your being and blade's face, watching as the two of you made eye contact and both slowly started blushing. it made him wonder how much need blade had for you, seeing how strangely he was acting.

you noticed the position the two were in and pulled jing yuan off of blade, passing him the water you had. the rage within jing yuan grew and bubbled from his chest.

"what do you think you're doing? helping a wanted criminal? while you are a welcome face, this isn't the best time to be here." a low growl was in his throat as he grit his teeth, holding back a snarl directed towards you.

"have some compassion, he's in his pre-heat," the bundle of nerves struck jing yuan as you walked closer, pressing a knuckle to his cold cheek, watching him rub his face into it. "he's dangerous, but he's still a being. don't be a monster, jing yuan."

you were ripped from him and thrown against a wall, caged by the arms of the general. his eyes seemed like the worst place to look at, but you couldn't look away. his rage was unseen from your eyes, yet you knew the unspoken threats it posed from the normally calm man.

"he's a criminal, a scumbag that was looking to take what is mine. his preheat is to prey on you, knowing your nature. and you fell for it." a growl and snarl from him reminded you how mean leopard hybrids can be. "he wants you in more ways you know, but i'll want you in more ways you can comprehend."

a pause, then a more sultry voice was heard from him. it worked well to hide his anger, but you knew better. "in fact, the only reason why he even came here was because i didn't do something i should've the minute we met. you may be your own being, but you'll always be mine. if you think i'm such a monster, let me show you how much of a monster i can be." he kept you against the wall as he leaned in, lip locking in a way that was not sweet or pretty, but hunger driven by passion and anger. his ears twitched against your skin as he went back in, eyes locking with a scowling blade.

jing yuan pulled away, panting as he pushed you to the floor. "call me a monster, call me insatiable, but you've been mine whether you like it or not. i've wanted you for too long, and forgive me for my hastiness my dear, but i believe i have a more fitting punishment for the intruder, one that i'll need your help with." he pulled off his outer layers as his hands roamed your body, his sharp claws stroking the fabric before he tore into it. his tail thumped between your legs as he sat on your thighs. he was immensely satisfied by your obedience as he tore up your shirt, a nice rip of the fabric. his eyes scanned your body as he ripped the threads apart, amusement in his eyes at how you shivered, or how you tried to hide your face in your arms.

"such a nice body, and such a handsome face. no wonder everyone wants you, too bad you're mine. your face is too cute to be held back by your hands. be a good boy and stay in place." his tail ticked your groin, stroking a line up and down your clothed cock. jing yuans ears twitched whenever he heard blade whine or pant softly as the preheat ate away at his power and strength. his hands left your body for a second while he pulled away his hair tie, letting the pearly strands part before using that same hairtie to tie your hands together above your head.

jing yuan removed his pants and his clothes, only having his underwear on while he played with removing your pants. pawing at the fabric, it wasn't long before your pants met the same fate as your shirt. his long white tail slipped under the waistband, and blade could see the general grind against your lap.

"such a shame that our first time has to be rushed. i thought that having our first time would be when i'm in heat would be much more romantic, but i like the thrill of an audience. it'll teach him how good you are, and how much you belong to me." he spoke right over your face, body crawled over yours. his hair tickled your face as you stared into his lusty eyes. his fingers couldn't help but swipe over your mouth, staring at your lips before his thumb played with your bottom lip.

blade sat in the corner, pants off as he desperate jerked off himself off, trying to get the itch of mating out of his system to no avail. jing yuan threw his hair back before he removed your boxers and his boxers, tail curling in delight as he sucked his lips in at the sight of your nude body for him. a blank canvas to show how you belong to him. he grabbed your cock, and licked the head, staring at your face. he sat there and drooled all over the head, relishing how big you were and how thick you felt with his lips around your cock. and while he loved the idea of blowing you and overstimming you until you cried in the makeshift restraints and painted yourself in white.. he had a point to prove.

his large hands jerked your cock off, distributing the saliva before he pressed his hole against the tip. his breath caught in his throat, before he made eye contact with a very desperate blade, a smirk on his lips. "the man is mine, blade." he sank down slowly, inch by inch as he groaned and rolled his hips and his eyes back, an overwhelming sensation known as you deep in his guts. he was not expecting you to be so thick, and big. blade thrusted his hips up and muffled a moan, cum shooting from his pretty cock as he watched jing yuan ride you, wishing it was him in the generals place.

you cried out as he rode you. jing yuan wasn't forceful, but was demanding. much like his personality. to him, this was a sweet surrender to him. he would hate to have you resist, and end up breaking you. he was speared by you, yet he was in control. jing yuan took his time to adjust, opting to pepper kisses on your arms and your chest, using his sharp teeth to lightly scrape the skin enough to make you cry out. he could see how close you were to snapping his hair tie, yet the restraint you had to be a good boy for him. it was cute, seeing how hard you try.

his lips mouthed at your neck, hearing your breath hitch. it was so warm and free from blemishes, perfect for marking. he couldn't help but just sink his teeth down into your neck, hearing you yelp out in slight pain before crying out as he massaged the wound with his neck. jing yuan peppered kisses before suckling on your neck.

to some extent, him doing this was his nature as a hybrid. but it was also his own nature, and he liked the sick satisfaction he got from hearing those sweet cries leave your lips, or those tears budding in your eyes because everything is just too much for you. he wanted to make you pay for being so oblivious and for intervening with his affairs.

but also he had his own desire bubbling in his stomach, and he couldn't resist his own urges of making both of you feel good. so he rocked his hips, feeling you push and pull into him at his own accord. his eyes wandered the room slowly in a haze of pleasureful bliss, that same sick satisfaction rising seeing blade roughly fingering himself, cock dripping cum onto the cold floor.

he could feel you heave out moans and pants, begging him to go faster and ride you harder. he couldn't help but sink his nails into your body as he crawled and left marks on your adams apple, enjoying how wet and messy everything sounded, and how warm and sensitive you've become. what a plaything you were, he really struck a goldmine having you as his boyfriend.

but your body was too perfect, too clean. he couldn't help but drag his claws down your chest, minorly avoiding blood and your nipples, and dragging his claws down your abs, letting the marks turn red and angry as you cried for him to please ride you faster. it was mind numbing chasing your orgasm, and you couldn't focus on anything other than the chase.

your body was his canvas, and he was a damn good artist.

he took a moment to look at you before he felt himself adjust and hit a certain point that made him see stars. he couldn't help but want to release too, and so he gasped your sides while he rode up and down your cock, angling his fit body to hit that sweet spot that made him pant and drool.

if you felt this good now, how good would you feel inside of him once he had his heat? he couldn't wait to find out. but the feeling and blurry view of you tensing up as you approached your orgasm would be engraved into his head. the black male rubbing his spent out cock again, one of the many times, was on the side, delirious with desire and need, but too weak to do anything to achieve that.

and he was close too, no matter how much control he had he was still not powerful enough to resist the urge to have a climax. and he couldn't help but sink a little deeper, ride a little harder, be a bit more forceful as those delicious noises fueled his sex crazed head. he shuttered out a breath while he watched you cry and moan for him before tensing. you heaved a few had breaths before he felt your balls clench, pushing a thick, warm and full load deep into his body. he was no better, stifling a moan at the feeling while white ropes shot out of his tip, landing on your body. the two of you were both sweaty and panting, but seeing him all soft, blushy and flushed while his scarred and fit body was sweaty was enough for you to have some level of realization of how beautiful he was.

jing yuan was very smug as he was getting dressed, watching you get all embarassed and panic as you remembered all of your clothes are shreds. but seeing you in his coat and knowing that you two were dating was enough to make him at least forgive the stellaron hunter in his head.

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — CHILDE x FEM READER

You think you’re being quiet. You’re not. Alternatively: when you can’t make yourself cum on your own, your roommate steps in. 

wc — 1.4k

tags — mdni, mild degradation, Childe is a little condescending, corruption kink, pussy spanking, mild dacryphilia

You’re horny. 

For the past twenty minutes, all you have been able to think about is getting stuffed full of cock until you can feel it in your throat. You’re biting your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling your fingers swipe uselessly around your clit again. That tantalizing buzz of mind numbing pleasure is just out of reach as your fingers can’t manage to find the bundle of nerves that make you sing like the pretty songbird you are. 

If Childe was here, he would’ve been able to make you cum in seconds. You savor the imagined scene: him, in front of you, clad in only the dark jeans you saw him leave the house in this morning. His shirt is tossed somewhere in the room so you can see every scar cutting across his broad shoulders and toned stomach. 

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On Display

(Originally) Kinktober Day 12 - Exhibitionism/Voyeurism + Dottore

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: sub!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns/specific genitalia mentioned), aphrodisiacs (consensual), masturbation, names (little pet, dear, darling, sweet thing), I may have written the kink wrong whoops-! (Also this feels horrible I’m sorry 😭)

a/n: the idea of how exactly to write this slammed into me like a truck and for that I’m grateful. I’m not grateful, however, for it taking eight months to do so…. sigh, better late than never I suppose

"What does that vial do?" Such a dangerous question you pose, especially in a place like the second harbinger’s lab; you knew this, but curiosity had gotten the better of you.

In your defense, it really was such a pretty purple colour, and it had the gentlest glow surrounding it. Had you not known better you'd think it was one of those new lamps the people in Fontaine had recently created.

When Dottore casted a quick glance over his shoulder a sinister smile was quick to replace the thin line his lips made. He stood with a florist you’re sure was unintentionally, watching as he walked right past your seat and over to the fragile container, lifting it with an enticing swirl.

“Would you like to find out?”

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You can’t complain with where your agreement led you. The strangely coloured liquid went down smooth, didn’t taste half bad and the effects were near immediate. Now you lay flat on the cold observation table in the doctor’s lab, hand between your legs as you try to satisfy the growing heat burning in the pit of your stomach.

It isn’t difficult to tell that the doctor is enjoying himself. While he remains fully clothed, sat languid in his chair, he gets a whole show put on specially for him. What makes it better - and what makes a shiver run through your body - is the knowledge that behind that mask of his are sharp red eyes pinning you to your spot, keenly observing. With the visible tent of his trousers and the way he shifts just a little every time you moan his name, you just know this won’t stay an observational experiment for long.

At least, you really hope so. The strain of your muscles are beginning to become too much to bear. “Oh, don’t stop now little pet.” The voice of Dottore echos from across the room, “the faces you’re making are quite… amusing.”

Your pants and pained whines mix in with your reply, “‘m trying ‘ttore! Ah-!” Just as you’re about to give in the doctor himself is right beside you, hand replacing your own. The change of pace shocks you, leg twitching and back arching. It’s not long until you start to babble about being close to cumming.

“Good, good, go on then.” And you do, you spill all over the table, yourself and Dottore.

But it’s not enough. The affects are still present and already you’re starting to grind into his hand again. Without a word, Dottore flips you around onto your hands and knees, lowering half of the table. You’re dizzy for a moment, still coming down from your high when something cold prods at your hole.

“C-Cold!! Dottore-!”

“Hush,” he quiets, continuing to rub the cool gel along your opening. By time he’s done a warm tingling emerges and you’re begging for him to touch you again. He does gladly, but this time not with his hand, the tip of his cock tapping at your entrance instead.

“You want to be satisfied, do you?” He asks, borderline mocking how needy you are for him. He just wants you to voice it.

“Dottore-”

“Say. It.”

“I need you! Okay!? I need you to fuck mE-!” Midway through you’re cut off by the intrusion of his cock, your body jolting forward. Anything you could’ve said after melts into a moan as Il Dottore, the second of the Fatui Harbingers, fucks you like an animal. He fucks you until you cum again, and again, and again; until the affects of the aphrodisiac wears off and then some. Until the only sounds in the room are your moans, skin slapping and the squelches from your hole.

Dottore fucks you until you’re telling him no more, that you can’t go on any longer.

“Ah, ah, ah, I know you can last long enough to give me one more. Besides, you’d hate to cut off our guest’s fun, wouldn’t you?” Guest? Your eyes scan around the room as best they can among the sex haze.

At first you think he’s bluffing, pulling your leg, but then your eyes catch a pair of gold ones across the room. “P-pantalone…?” However, you’re met with silence from the man, just a smile that has a touch too much of something dark and lustful.

Dottore never let up his pace from behind, continuing to pound into you, pushing you impossibly more against the metal examination table. “Surprised are we? I’m curious to know how you didn’t see him this whole time.” His words edge you on more, coiling the knot in your stomach tighter.

You didn’t dare admit this, but there have been times where you’ve fantasized about the ninth taking you alongside your lover. Jerking them off together, one in each hand; blowing one of them while taking the other from behind; you name it, you probably thought it. You can only guess that Dottore caught on to your dark desires.

Nimble fingers circle around you to continue playing with your body from the front, the man behind you leaning his weight against your back as he whispers in your ear. “Are you going to entertain him dear? Cum right in front of him, now aware of his presence. I know it turns you on, you’ve been clenching me harder ever since.”

“F-fuckin’ tease…” you manage to say, shutting your eyes as your pleasure continues to build. At least now you can’t see the captivated eyes of Pantalone (you can feel them though, just as piercing as your lover’s).

“Tsk, such a filth mouth. Perhaps I should punish you.”

“I don’t believe that will be necessary,” the ninth finally speaks up, taking slow steps towards your form. One quick glance down and you can spot just how hard he is through his pants. Your gaze is torn away by a gloved hand, forcing you to look through a pair of glasses and into the golden glow of his eyes.

“You’ve been so good haven’t you, sweet thing. I see no reason not to reward you with your desired release.” His gaze moves behind you to Dottore. The two men have a conversation only they could understand - the verdict? Finish this little session on a high note.

Dottore shifts his posture and stars fill your vision, his cock hitting deeper than it did before. It’s not long until you cum for the last time, slumping against the surface below you. The doctor pulls out and seconds later finishes along your back.

Lethargy settles in fast and the weight of something warm and heavy on your back only coaxes you further into the temptation of sleep. It’s a losing battle after the entertainment you just exerted.

As the last of your consciousness fades, you’re barely able to catch the parting words of The Regrator. “How I would’ve loved to have your mouth around my cock. Hm, shame, perhaps some other time. Rest up dear, and thank you for the show.”

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Hello! I just recently found your posts and I am ADORING them! May I request my latest brainrot? Where Reader has normal red blood and the only way to tell the difference between them and the imposter is how fast they heal. I think it'd be interesting for the healers (Barbra, Baizhu, and Tighnari) to have a reaction to this! OH AND TO ADD MORE: A HISTORIC TEXT TALKING ABOUT THE CREATOR ACCIDENTALLY ENCHANTING PPLS FOOD AND HEALING THEM ALMOST INSTANTLY! Also reaction to that plz!

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

A/N: Okay, okay I see you 👀 for convenience, I'm gonna not include the hunting thingy- let's say it's a "trial". Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!

TW/CW: Blood, minor self-harm [cutting]

"If you really are the creator, then prove it." Your voice echoes throughout the room.

Dozens of eyes watch you and this "God" who shares the same features as you. The "God" looks at you, insulted. That's to be expected, of course. Why would a mortal like you question their divinity? And yet they humor you. Oh what a mistake that was.

You stand now, face to face with the false god. Both of you with a blade in hand, and healers stood at the ready to heal the true Creator of Teyvat. Not that they would really need a healer.

Steel drags across arms and cuts through skin. Skin that gives way to deep red blood dripping to the polished marble floors of the palace. The room breaks out into shocked gasps and murmurs. They're all in disbelief, seeing the "imposter" and their "Creator" bleed red.

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𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂:

Now, if Barbs were to run to you first, she wouldn't make it on time. She hesitated a little too long. Because by the time she pulls your arm to inspect the injury? It's already healed. All that's left behind is tender skin and a scar.

Meanwhile, the false Creator is still clutching their arm and wincing in pain. At first, she doesn't know how to feel. All this while, she's been worshipping a false God? A brief feeling of denial flashes through her, before anger stems it's way into her heart.

Our dear deaconess accuses the real imposter of deceiving the people of Teyvat. This makes others confused, before she explains the situation to them. "Their Grace heals faster than any other being! We've been praising a fake."

She is definitely apologizing to you non-stop. To "repent" for her sins of believing an imposter. Please forgive her, it's not like you knew if you had golden blood or not.

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𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒉𝒖:

Calm, cool, and... Scratch that- he's losing it internally. After his initial shock, he examines both you and the false god. Which, he now knows is an imposter. If anything, he's more annoyed rather than angry. How dare this scum impersonate your divine image?

He's not going to say this outright, of course. He'll call the guards on them and describe their punishment with a honeyed tone of voice. How could he say all that with a smile on his face? You'll remember how it felt like the room dropped several degrees that's for sure.

Baizhu would insist that he applies an ointment to your injury despite it being healed. "Just to be safe." He says.

You can see it's an obvious lie, with the way his hands shake just the slightest bit. He's paranoid. After all, he watched you hurt yourself. Just to prove that the one he'd been worshipping was an imposter. You let him apply the ointment anyway.

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𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊:

Sassy. He's immediately insulting the imposter when he realizes you're the true Creator. You might even hear a few curses thrown here and there. It's amusing to watch him as the imposter shrinks away.

To be honest, I think he'd have a gut feeling that tells him not to believe in the impersonator. He's part animal. He's naturally more connected to Teyvat than most. Meaning, he had a hunch that you were the real deal.

Like Barbara, he'd apologize to you. He won't be as frantic as her, but he'll still feel like he could've done something. You'll find that he's often around you after the incident [and probably the other healers as well-].

"Should anything happen, I'll be right there to help, your grace."

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𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆: [Vision holders only; not specified]

The healers of Teyvat did a little more research on the Creators abilities. It is said the Their Grace can heal a person through food by enchanting it. [In reality it's just you cooking and shoving food down their throats before they die haha-]

Naturally, they wanted to see you doing it. Cue a random poor soul who got hurt now being presented to you. They watch you spoon feed the injured person, their wounds fading away rather quickly.

The ancient texts were right. They'll be sure to read up more about more of you. Anything to get to know you better.

Admittedly, they felt a little envious. Perhaps it should have been them who got hurt and was in the receiving person's place. Oh well, there's always a next time, right?

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The duality of love

Character: Jason Todd x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Mentioning of smut, toxic behavior

As the door of your apartment which you shared with your boyfriend of a decade opened, you could only roll your eyes in annoyance. Jason had begun to apologize to you three weeks ago because he had raised his voice. 

Just as you feared this time was no different. With a low-hanging head, he slowly opened the door and walked even slower into the apartment itself, roses in one hand and in the other chocolate. You had no idea, which romantic bullshit he had seen, but you were finished with him at that point.

Your phone forgot on the table at that point, waiting for you to call your older cousin to get you out of there, Before that, you had Jason almost crawl in front go you, gravel in your anger and annoyance.

He softly spoke to you, apologizing again. You took the flowers and the chocolate directly putting them into the trash. Seeing tears threatening to flow down his cheeks, you were unable to contain your laughter.

Laughing at the pain, the man you supposedly love was enough for him, to finally ask what was going on. His fists clenched and his jaw tensed up.

„You are pathetic Jason!“ Was the only thing you had said, with so much disgust and venom in your voice, that it hurt the man even more. Why would you say such a thing? Did you not love him anymore? But if this was the case, why were you still there with him? Nothing made any sense.

„What is going on?“, he asked more forceful now. But you could only scoff, knowing full well, that he became weak, not the man you fell in love with.

Instead of answering him, you tried to walk past him to your shared bedroom, to get your things to leave him once and for all. But he grabbed your arm, in a hard iron-like grip, holding you at his side, while he looked down sideways to you, staring coldly in your eyes. But the short moment of absolute dominance and brute force was gone as he looked at his own hand realizing what he had done. „As I said, pathetic.“

You thought that you hear him growl an animalistic sound right out of the depths of his soul. „Tell me what is wrong, now!“, he tried again to be forceful. You on the other hand could only smile with pity on your face.

„I can’t do this anymore. It would be better for us to go separate ways.“

Jason thought for a moment that he had a nightmare, but as he saw you walk further getting your phone on the way, tipping away on it, he snatched it and smashed it into the next wall. „Why? Do you have another one, did you cheat on me?“

„What no! You became pathetic! I hoped you would get as you once were but this? So disgustingly soft, as if I was together with some little boy angsty that I would leave him.“

„You told me to be softer!“, he exclaimed loudly, but not screaming at you. 

„I said you should be softer in public! Holding my hand, kiss me, carrying me show others how good you can be!“ You became aggravated, pushing yourself to become what you wanted Jason to be. Pushing a finger into his chest, starting to yell, „I never wanted you to become some soft ivy league cuckold! I fell in love with your brutish nature! I need to scream at you, for you to scream at me, physical and verbal fighting! I need you to push me against walls and furniture to slap me, so I can slap you back to punch me so I can punch you back!“

Slowly it dawned on Jason, that he had misinterpreted your words. You did not want a change in your relationship, but that others think that you are the perfect couple, which you were. At least perfect for each other.

„Let me get that straight-“

„That would be a first for you,“ you mumbled still angry at the man in front of you.

„I would watch what you are saying!“, he warned you quite aggressively, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. „You want others to see a perfect relationship, as others would want, but behind doors, you want to be treated like a whore, a toy, tossed around, used, but at the same time, want a for others toxic relationship, with physical and verbal fighting?“

„YES!“, you exclaimed quickly, and maybe a bit too euphoric.

Before you could even start to process things, a big hand was around your throat, pushing you hard against your living room wall. „Is that so? Were you a brat because of that? Because I thought you wanted someone who looks after your needs, hmm?“

He taunted you in a way, you did not know how to handle. Forceful, aggressive but also soft and gentle. The only answer for you was to slap him right across his face. His entire head flew to the side. As he slowly moved it back, a sinister smile on his face, while his eyes radiated anger, disappointment, a lust you never had seen before. „That was not nice, baby boy,“ he slurred the nickname a bit, whispering it in your ear.

All of this did nothing to you in comparison to the gut punch he delivered a moment later. „I see, I have to teach you to be a good boy again, don’t I?“ He gently, caressed your cheek, as he looked threateningly in your eyes.

Before you knew it, you were face-first on the nearby table. As soon as you felt Jason ripping your clothes into little pieces, you knew that you finally were on the same page again. To have the man back, you loved was everything you wanted. You would even be able to stand the pain he would bring you, especially physically. You got already hard, just thinking of all the things he would do with you and nobody would ever find out, because, in their eyes, Jason was the perfect gentleman. A bulletproof plan, only Jason would be able to do both the loving caring man, husband material, and the toxic boyfriend, the drug you needed. How could he ever think you would cheat on him? He was already both you could wish, at least from now on, after showing you that he was capable of both.

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Heyo it’s me I’m back lol. I hope you’ve had a good day/night and if you haven’t I hope it gets better soon! Can I request a domestic one shot of Scott Lang and his boyfriend (Male! Reader) going grocery shopping together, it’s simple Ik but I thought it’d be really sweet and I need me some comfort lol.

If you don’t want to take it that’s fine too and thank you for the miles one shot I loved it!

A/n: Hunter ofc you can get a Scott lang x Male!reader oneshot I have no problem writing them at all 🫶 I hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it's a little bit short I wanted to write more but todays not going too great-

Out of Milk

Scott Lang x Male!Reader

( Summary: Scott noticed he's run out of milk but it's nothing that a simple grocery trip can't fix! )

Warning?: Light swearing and Puns? Is that a warning?? Honestly just domestic fluff

!-!more under the cut!-!

“Huh, we’re out of milk.” You heard Scott say as he closed the fridge. He had his lips pursed as he turned to you, who sat at the small kitchen table eating a PopTart. He sadly looked down at his bowl of dry cereal, “guess I’ll eat something else..”

Placing the bowl the counter, he started looking through the cabinets. “Wh- hey, where’s the PopTarts?” “Oh this was the last one.” His eyes snapped to you as you took your last bite of the last PopTart and he groaned. “Well, what am I supposed to eat?” You shrugged “That dry cereal?” You tried not to laugh at his pouty face but it was near impossible with the way he was looking at you. “I’m not eating it dry.” “Then get some milk.” “We don’t have any milk!” “Hun, I meant at the store, let’s go to the store and get some milk- and other things.” You stood and went to his side, wrapping your arms around his waist, bringing your face closer to his. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there really isn’t much of anything left in this kitchen.” He looked to the side and hummed, “I guess it had been a minute since I’ve gone shopping for the house." You hummed along with him and he sighed. "..I'll get my keys."

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"Scott, remember we need to get real food too." You told him, looking down at your arm where your basket lays and seeing nothing but snacks. "I know that," he scoffed playfully and directed his attention back to the snacks. "I'm just grabbing stuff for Cassie." That was a half lie and you both know it. You let out a nose laugh and you shook your head as he added a bag of Goldfish to the growing basket of snacks. "That's the last one for now I swear." You audibly laughed at that one which made him let out a laugh as well. "For now?" he chuckles and goes to your side that's not carrying the basket and grabs your hand. "Yeah, for now." His smile was as big as ever as he watched you come down from your laughter. Making you laugh or smile just fills his chest with pride and he adores it.

"What are you staring at?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as he stared directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips. "You, cutie." he bumped his hip against yours and you rolled your eyes at him, though by the smile on your face it was clear you weren't annoyed in the slightest bit. "You're so cheesy Scott." He raised your intertwined hands to his lips and gave yours a kiss. "I dis-a-brie." You threw your head back and groaned as he laughed and swung your hands drastically with a large smile on his face. "Was that a fucking cheese pun?" "ha, maybe." "ughhhh you gouda brie kidding me!" Scott gasped and abruptly stopped walking. Turning to you, his shock face soon turned mischievous. "Do you realize you've just started a war?" You smirked "A cheese pun war?" Scott nodded and you sighed. "I'm gonna re-grate this, aren't I?" "Ohoho, that was gouda." "All this cheese talk has made me realize we should probably actually get some shredded cheese." Scott nodded and so the two of you progressed into the dairy aisle together.

You grabbed a shredded cheddar mix and added it to your basket. "You think we should get yogurt?" You asked but didn't get a response. "Scott?" You turned and saw Scott staring at you with a small smile on his face. He always seemed to admire you when you weren't looking. It was something you queued in on before the two of you even started dating. "You're staring again Scotty." His eyes flicked to yours and he smirked, "I can't help it, you just look so gouda today." You stared at him for a second before shaking your head. "Are gouda puns the only cheese references you can make?" You narrowed your eyes at him, "Oh you feta believe I have many more cheese puns." "Yeah? Well I'm getting feta up with these puns." "Alright alright, because I love you, I'll stop." You sighed, "thank you." "But just in queso you didn't know-" "I'm leaving." "Hey, wait up!"

EXTRA:

You sighed as you finished unpacking your last bag of groceries. Placing the cheese in a drawer in the fridge. You were gonna close the door but something caught your eye, well more like a lack of something. You shuffled the old and new products around in your fridge before looking back towards the table where Scott was collecting the empty bags into a bigger bag. "Uhh, Scott.." Upon hearing his name his head shot up, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to speak. "You're not gonna believe this but.." You closed the fridge and leaned against it with a nervous smile on your face. He shook his head quickly and stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides. "What?"

"...We're out of milk."

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Euphoric sight.

Thor x top male reader.

Cw; voyeurism. masturbation.

Count: 920 words.

— You're a servant and Thor is your master.

Minors DNI n Females DNI.

You were dusting off some dirt off the ground, sweeping the hallway clean, it was tedious and boring but you completed the task eventually. You clean the entire hallway after so long of patient sweeps. The hallway was quiet with your light steps walking back to the living room but as you pass the bedroom of Thor, you ultimately froze there in front of the door because the room emitted soft troubled moans. Watching right of the hallway then left, there was no one that can see you doing this.

You kneel down and peak through the key hole to investigate the troubled noise, it's isn't a big key hole but you could see silhouette of Thor, on the bed grasping his dick in hand. Seeing this, something you weren't meant the luxury of viewing without permission, you had five seconds of initial shock before it wore off and you continue to watch. You felt guilty and disgusting but the sight wasn't something you could look away from, holding your eyes captive. Thor was fully naked in his bed, his leg spread out as he languidly rub his cockhead in one hand and rubbing his balls in another. He look bored doing so, letting moan here and there. You push yourself closer to the door quietly, breathing quietly against the door as your chest heaved at a quick pace.

You closely appraise the body of Thor, the way his chest were wide as a woman own, his nipples look delectable and his thighs were fat and thick and his ass, you couldn't see it properly as Thor was sitting on his ass but his ass was,,, you wanted to see it bad, it most definitely jiggle loudly and was absolutely a sight to be mesmerize by. You wish to vulgarize him just a little, loud for him to hear, you wish to bed yourself so deep into his flesh if you'd be allow. Provide him the pleasure he so would like, that he currently doesn't feel in the act of masturbation. You would handle him rough, make him lose himself in the pleasure, make him forget himself and have only the remembrance of the pleasure he was harshly given too, that he would ask for again, and you would give it again.

Feeling so deeply immersed in your thoughts, you'd already slip your hand down your pants, underwear and was rigorously stroking your erection as how Thor stroke his own, slowly, in a tired manner but it wasn't enough for you, you stroke faster than him as you had a target in mind that you lust for, imagining you were pounding yourself so deeply inside of Thor, hearing the vulgar mercilessly sounds of skin slapping that would be created as you pound and bury deep inside the hot and swollen flesh until your last thrust that made you paint his flesh walls in your seeds, him just whimpering whorishly because of it until you thrust again and he cries in agony and pleasure, tears wetting down his face and his eyelash shimmering like a cracked crystal in the light because he can't go another round but you shush him, whispering "one more time, just one more time" that he could go one more time for you and he will as you praise for that. Or maybe that's all wrong?

The image is all wrong as Thor would be more feisty, more demanding as he likes a little challenge and you do the same. Thor would belittle your ability in bed, constantly trying to be more dominant than you, so you'll be rougher to him and fuck the hell out of him causing he to be shun with pleasure that he'll forget how to talk coherently to you and to himself. Impulsively your thoughts circulated and crafted a imagery of Thor riding your face and sucking your dick, the image was so scandalous and vulgar, you felt yourself even closer to cumming. All these fantasies of Thor getting fucked by you and acting differently in each one but ultimately end up the same state with you as you bring him to tears, cause a tearful expression on that pretty face, just suits him right. But what if Thor's a virgin in that area? so when you fuck him in that insensitive area that he never touch into full on sensitivity for him until he cries and tremble because it's so overwhelming for him? That,,, you choked on a moan as you cum at that thought, cumming in loads, emptying your balls. You cover your mouth, so Thor wouldn't hear you. You felt tiredness sink in but hastily, you tried to clean up with a tissue that you pulled from your pocket. You tuck your dick back into your pants and wipe yourself down.

You stood on your wobbly feets and took the broom that was leaning on the wall, in your hand as you walk to the living room to sweep something, anything really, acting as what you did never happened. You're not sure whatever else Thor did in the room (if he finished as well, if he's sleeping or?) because you didn't look twice after you finished. You left immediately after. After all you really didn't want to get caught by someone or worse Thor, himself. Seeing a servant outside his door, jerking his dick like crazy would not be seen good. If Thor found you outside his door, you don't even want to imagine what would happen to you....

Part 2? Maybe..

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Hi i saw ur picking ____ as your favourite and may I request picking scara/wanderer as your favourite? (I love ur writing btw♡♡♡)

Picking Scaramouche/Wanderer as your favorite

Authors note: It is currently 2:37 AM on a tuesday morning and i’m STRUGGLING to proof read this. There’s probably spelling errors I’ll fix it eventually.

CW: Yandere behavior, SAGAU, mentions of murder, abandonment issues, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Pegging, Choking

CW stuff under the cut

How did they find out about your favoritism?

You started the archon quest in sumeru and started screaming about how he should have kept the gnosis. Despite you being behind a computer screen he could still hear every word you muttered while watching him in battle with the traveler. You’re words made him less upset about the result of the battle. The day you came into teyvat and he found you, he was about to get on his knees and praise you until you beat him to it. You were sitting on the ground grabbing onto his legs screaming about waiting 2 years for him and having “materials” for him. You beat on his chest and cried about him only making 2 minutes appearances. He was so confused on what you were talking about but it sounded like you were happy to see him.

How would they feel about being your favorite?

You’re seriously wondering how scaramocuhe would feel about being favored by THE CREATOR? Listen, Scara has never been loved by anyone before, this is insane to him. The second you give him any type of attention he’s bouncing and creaming all over it. He not only gets better control of his emotional outbursts his confidence goes through the roof. Now this may seem like a problem because he’s previously acted like he has the biggest ego ever, but he seems to have a “fake it till you make it” mindset. You giving him the love he deserves will give him an *actual* sense of confidence. He won’t feel the need to strive for more power, or recognition, because being a god’s husband in enough to satisfy his god complex.

How will they treat others after knowing you favor them?

I already made a post explaining how much of a little shit he is. You know how couples share bank accounts? Yeah he expects you to do that with your power. He loves to let everyone in Teyvat know, that they will never be as close to the creator as he is. He loves to mess with you in public just to piss people off. He’ll call you by your first name, or do things that your followers would never even consider to do to you. He’s not doing it to disrespect you, he’s just doing it to show off. He loves for people to look at the both of you and envy what you have.

How emotionally attached are they?

He pretends he doesn’t care what you do. When you get into an arguments he often says he wouldn’t care if you left, which is a hardcore lie. Anytime you leave without him he’ll have anxiety attack, after anxiety attack, scared to the core

that you’ve gone off to leave him. He forces physical affection a lot because there are some times where he feels like you’re going to disappear at any moment. He’s never felt so much love from another person before and he doesn’t want to lose that. Even if he has harsh behavior it doesn’t change the fact he still sees you as the creator and most importantly his lover.

Do they see you as someone to be protected or do they expect you to protect them?

He acts like he’s your protector knowing damn well he wants to be coddled and held like a baby. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great fighter and whoops peoples ass for you on the daily, but after the fight he stops talking and just burries his face into your neck. He needs validation and compliments for helping you, but he’s too ashamed to ask for it. He really wants you to see him as a strong masculine protector, he wants to be superior to you so you find comfort in his abilities, but that’s not really possible since you’re the only reason he exists in the first place.

How do they show their affection for you?

Acts of service. He’s not good with romantic words, and spending time with you isn’t always an option when you’re busy, so he resorts to doing things for you. If you’re worn out he’ll clean the house for you or make you dinner. He bring you chopped fruit and snacks if you have paper work to do. He’ll go to the hot springs with you and wash your hair and body. If you want this kinda of behavior to continue just ignore it, he gets shy if you comment on his loving actions towards you.

How possessive are they over you?

He’s not going to let you out of his sight. He will let you go out and do things and let you think you’ll be alone, but he’s always watching you. He trusts you, he knows you wouldn’t cheat on him, but he doesn’t trust anyone else. He always thought you were too kind to others. You constantly give those around you openings to hurt you. He just needs to be there for you to make sure nothing happens. He keeps note of everyone you’ve spoken to over the past month, and if they are in a relationship or not. If they are in a relationship he tends to let some acts of kindness slide, but if they’re single he’s already gonna be telling them off for hitting on a married person. He thinks of your followers almost as a cult of people against him that are trying to take you away from him.

NSFW!

How would they feel about you having another consort?

He’s going to object to it no matter who it is. You’re going to have to introduce them to each other and really force them to get along before Scara even lets them anywhere near you. Scara is very unsure about polyamory, he only wants to love and praise you, he doesn’t trust others. Depending on the person, he might get close enough with them to be physically affectionate, but he’ll never see them as your equal. Characters he could probably accept are Gorou or Thoma. Characters that he will have an extreme problem with are Tartaglia, Xiao, or Ayato. Good luck if you chose Tartaglia because you may or may not wake up to a bloody mess in your living room.

What kinks do they have?

Bondage

He likes to have you tied up so you can’t get away from him. Once he gets used to being in you, he’s going to want to rail you as hard as he can, and he doesn’t want you trying to get off of him. If you ever want to get him back for fucking you dumb, he’ll let you tie him up. He’ll give you a sarcastic remark like “Do your worst.” but he doesn’t expect you to do your worst. If you actually take his advice he’ll be crying and begging for you to just give him a moment to calm down from his high. If you really want to give him butterflies in his stomach, hit him in the face and force him to look at you.

Asphyxiation

When he doms he likes to choke you in his mindfucked state. He doesn’t really think about out all he knows is that it makes you clench around him tighter and he *loves* it. Just like with bondage he also wouldn’t mind for you to do this to him. If you choke him right before he cums, his eyes will nearly turn into hearts.

Exhibitionism

Absolutely loves the idea of someone seeing him fuck their divine creator, so he can prove how much power he has. He’s already had full blown make out sessions with you in front of many of your followers. He likes to touch you underneath the table during meetings or large dinners. He’ll move his hand down your pants, and put his fingers to work as he excitedly watch as you stumble over your words.

General pervertedness/sex drive?

Look at me. Just look at me in my eyes and tell me this man doesn’t REAK of sexual repression. He’s an edgy asshole because he’s never had sex, a complete incel if you will. He’s always using excuses for why he’s still a virgin like “I have so many better things to do than indulge in humanly filth.” Which is an absolute lie, considering he used to spend every night humping his pillow out of anger when you didn’t notice him. Make sure you’re willing to have your insides bruised 24/7 before you take his virginity. Once he knows how good it feels to be inside of you he’s never using his hand again. He’s always horny from the years of thinking about fucking you just for you to not even acknowledge him. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, if he’s horny he’s going to bend you over and fuck you right there. You were in the middle of a meeting with your disciples? Too bad, he’s horny and he expects you to fix it.

How do they treat you in bed?

Harsh but not necessarily on purpose. As mentioned before he’s a MEGA virgin and gets carried away when you give him physical contact. He *really* loves your mouth, there are going to be a lot of times where he ruts against your face so hard that you nearly pass out from lack of oxygen. Usually he’s a bit nicer when he’s fucking you but that’s only because he’s trying his best not to cum. He’ll barely even get in and he’s already digging his nails into your hips and trying to stabilize himself. He only does small thrusts and prays to god that you’re body is built like those hentai characters. Sadly for him you are not in a hentai, and you won’t start squirting because he ran his hand over your stomach. He either has the choice to pound into you as hard as he can and it last 30 seconds or keep doing these little thrusts and hope that you cum before he does. The funny part is he tries to talk and act like a total dom when he’s about to have tears streaming down his face from over stimulation.

How much do they care about your willingness/consent?

He cares, he just thinks you’ll change your mind once you get into the act. He gets so caught up with how horny he is he won’t even notice if you’re pushing on his stomach trying to keep him from thrusting in you. Once he finishes and realizes that you weren’t in the mood he’ll feels bad, but you came too so it’s not that bad…right?

Sub/Dom/Switch/Bottom/Top?

He prefers to be a dominant top but if you catch him when he’s in the right mood you’ll get the cutest little bottom, you could probably switch up the roles on him halfway through. All you’d have to do is get him to flip onto his back so you can be on top, and call him a good boy while wrapping your hand around his throat. Now if you wanted to peg (or fuck if you’ve got a dick we don’t discriminate here) him that’s going to take a lot more effort and convincing, he absolutely wants it but he refuses to accept that he does. Once you convince him and he’s adjusted to your size, you’re free to absolutely destroy him. He’ll tell you he doesn’t like it but you can tell otherwise from how he’s gripping onto the sheets, curling his toes, and squealing into a pillow.

Are they violent with rivals? How do they deal with them?

Any perceived threat is an immediate red flag. You saved him and loved him when no one else did and he will not let anyone take you away from him. At first he didn’t want you to know about his violent tendencies out of fear you’d turn him away, but it began to get more difficult to hide the more your followers kept disappearing. After you confronted him about it he gave up trying to hide it. He’d come home covered in blood in a fit of insanity grabbing onto you demanding you tell him how much you love him. The first time he did this it caught you off guard, you thought he had been the one to get hurt until he told you between heavy breaths that he killed the man that’s been routinely sending you flowers. Usually he won’t attack them unless you return the affection, even a thank you in enough to set him off. He’ll do his best to keep you from seeing him as he commits the murder.

How do they feel about pregnancy/having children with you?

He’s wants them, just not right now. He wants to spend a couple hundred years spending his time solely on you instead of raising a child. He’s so happy to have found someone that truly loves him, and he wants to enjoy every last drop of it before investing into kids. Once you eventually do have kids he wants 1-2. He’ll act like having a baby is natural and nothing to get over excited about, but once your baby begins to develop features like his hair color and your eye color he’ll lose his shit. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever to have a mini version of the both of you running around. He doesn’t care if it’s a girl or boy, he just wants them to have accomplishments he can brag about to other fathers.

“Your son got into the sumeru akademia? Pfft that’s so lame, my kid is going to take the title of ‘Creator’ one day when my lover retires.”

Definitely like one of those moms from dance moms, the definition of ‘my kid could beat up your kid’

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ittoscara based on their livestream together!

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Scaramouche

╰┈➤ tw: rough Scaramouche, male reader

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The 11th fatui harbinger, a hateable man, yet so loveable, in your eyes at least.

You were just an ordinary traveler, making ends meet with your travels. You had a specialty of healing people who are unfortunate enough to get hurt and that was how you met Scaramouche, a dangerous man. You hadn't heard of him before so you thought nothing when he threatened to chop your limbs off if you touched him, "Stay still! You're injured, if we don't get this treated, it'll be infected and you may have to chop it off", your joke managed to scare the fatui as he reluctantly gave you his arm for you to treat it. Even after he was treated, you insisted he stayed with you for a little while to watch the wound, you didn't know the countless nights he had tried to assassinate you but failed to at the end, even if he's puppet, he felt grateful to you.

Though that was many months ago, you two have gotten together since then. A relationship with such a hard headed individual isn't easy, not in the slightest.

Today he had a rough day, some stupid morons got away and he wasn't able to catch them as they teleported away. Coincidentally you were staying over at his place, the fatui manor, you could say. As soon as he got home, he slammed the door, "What happened this time, Bal?", you asked, not taking your eyes off of your book, he gets mad every week so it's not a surprise to you though this time he suddenly pushed you against the bedframe, "i don't want to talk about it.", he says, suddenly removing your clothes, you just let it happen as you know it's safe with him even if he's in a foul mood.

He grabs lube from the drawer, quickly lubing you up and making sure you were teady for his cock, "You're going to make me calm down". He held you facing him you were on the wall, plunging his cock into you swiftly, immediately you started to moan, oh it felt amazing, utterly amazing to have him inside of you, "you're really tight, are you turned on by me taking my anger out on you slut?", he smirks, knowing he's driving you crazy just with his cock. Even after he came inside you twice, he still had more to take out on you, "you're going to satisfy me until all my anger is gone, i hope you're ready, darling".

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Pls don't let this get taken down again/get a community label

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oh boy. you asked for asks and I shall respond.

I don’t know what it is about poor Kazuha that makes me want to bully him. Poor baby didn’t even do anything, but I wanna see him clawing at the sheets begging and crying. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for anymore, whether he should be pulling you closer or trying to get away from the overstimulation <3.

this man makes me go feral fr- wanna mark him up and leave cute little hickies all over his chest and thighs..

“One more, please?” ➔ Kaedahara Kazuha 〤Reader

Synopsis: you can’t get enough of Kazuha, who could! He doesn’t seem to mind, even if it end up with him exhausted. As long as you’re satisfied, he’s happy (and so is his cock)

⟳𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨➤ 18+ content. sub!kazuha, dom!reader. gender neutral, no genitals stated. milking. edging. overstimulation. drool. handjob. nipple play. marking. hitting. porn with no plot.

Tomodachi add-on!: “I love Kaedahara s’much! I’m a firm believer that he’s such a push over when it comes to his spouse, letting them do whatever they want to him as long as they’re happy, thanks for the request!”

You don’t know what it was that made you snap; was it his charming etiquette? His soft, breathy voice? Perhaps it was just him that made you lose it, his form that was just so petite. His hips that fit anything deliciously (you don’t understand why he hides it with baggy shorts.), or his milky thighs that you get to peek at when he wakes up in the morning when it’s void of it’s normal red stockings—which you also adored.

So, that’s why you’re not surprised at the situation you’re in now. Kazuha was face down, ass up, drooling from his opened mouth—moaning and sobbing like a slut. You’re edging him, working him up to his release only to stop. He didn’t do anything, he never did! You just loved hearing him cry, cock spurting pre-cum from his rosy tip. His nails claw into your sheets, wailing as his orgasm was ripped away from him

“no-no! No—was s’close!—” he sobs again, wiggling his ass so you can continue milking his pretty cock. He’s truly debauched, his silky thighs trembling, too fucked to keep them still. They’re all marked: bite marks, hickeys. It looks pretty on him, you take note to put more on him later.

“please, m’love—wanna cum f’you! archons—nghh!” he whines, and you can’t help but give him what he wants. He asked so nicely. So, that’s why you don’t plan on stopping when you work his cock. His back arches and he spreads his legs more, giving you more access. Each stroke of his wet cock makes filthy sounds.

Shlick, shlick, shlick! he’s squirming, unable to stay still when you give attention to his cockhead, swiping your thumb over it with each harsh tug of his shaft. You let his fidgeting slide, After all, you’re far from done with him but he’s already so out of it.

“Kazuha, stop moving. You’re going to ruin your orgasm, baby.” You coo, pressing a hand against the arch of his back.

“m’ s’close! gon-gonna cum—fuck! mmm!~” you’re slightly surprised at the curse that slips past him, he’s always so composed, guess Kazuha isn’t immune to everything, especially with the way he’s drooling on your sheet.

“s’okay, let it all out. I’m right here” you reassure, stroking him faster, pushing him over the edge until—

“cumming—oh! m’cummin, ohh~” with two last harsh tugs, he’s shooting ropes of warm sticky cum from his tip. fuck, he’s coating your hand and making a mess everywhere. His balls go taut with each spurt, his body tensing as his eyes roll. He’s always been so loud when he reaches his peak, sobbing ‘thank you, m’love!” while grinding his cock against your hand, prolonging his orgasm as long as possible. After he’s done, you flip him over, laying him on his back as he roughly inhaled and exhales, taking large gulps of air.

His chest is still unmarked, you need to change that. His nipples are perked and hard, shining from sweat. Their rosy rubbed raw from being pressed against the sheets for too long.

“My love? Are you okay?” He sounds out of it, looking up at you with hazy, dazed eyes. His smile is ditzy, and his gaze is full of love. You ignore him, now that his chest is on display you can’t think correctly. Both your hands slide up his body, caressing his toned tummy. His breath hitches, stomach tensing as you slither upwards to his chest. You tug his sensitive nipple, pulling a whine out of him.

“m’love—I c-can’t-”

“One more? f’me?” you lean in, taking a bud in your mouth. You nibble and hum in satisfaction, Kazuha is trembling like a leaf in your hold, panting and gasping when you litter his chest in hickeys, as well as harshly pulling his nipples. His spent cock is half hard, pathetically dribbling spurs of pre cum already.

“mmmhh! feels li-like’m gonna cum again, love—“ he sucks in a breath at a harsh suck on his pectoral. Upon hearing his confession, you back off—he takes your distance as you edging him again—he weeps, sobbing an apology

“I can’t! P-please—please!”

“Shh I know, I know” you shush him, quickly wrapping your hand around his cock, letting him know you weren’t going anywhere. You know he’s close when his stomach starts tensing, he doesn’t warn you when he’s coming—too busy trembling and moaning. His cock twitches and more cum shoots, this time landing on his tummy rather than your sheets. It’s still messy—kazuha’s loads are always thick and plentiful, but less than last time. You continue stroking him through his orgasm, his back arches and hands tweaking his nipples. He swears he can’t continue, but still chasing after the pleasure you give him, what a needy thing.

You’re still pumping him even after he comes down from his high, he’s trying to squirm away, but he can’t stop his hips from jolting back up into your fist when you with his cockhead. The feeling of overstimulation sends spark of pain and pleasure though him.

“Ggnn! fuck~ oh—!! Nggh—!” He’s fighting it, knees closing in on your wrist. You grin, using your free hand to easily spread him, he’s got no energy to fight back. He truly looks brainless, his eyes misty and hazy, tears catching at his lashes. He’s pretty, and he’s all yours.

“One more, I promise—give me one more, baby.” he can’t respond without letting his sounds of pleasure interrupt him. He just nods desperately, his bruised and aching thighs trembling violently as the knot in his lower tummy builds. He knows this one is going to be the most intense, and he doesn’t know if he has anymore cum to give you.

You lean down, he’s trying to keep his eyes on you but it’s hard when they want to flutter close. Suddenly, the feeling of your warm wet mouth surrounds his head, pushing him over the edge. His eyes roll at the back of his head, his ears ring and his vision turns white.

“There we go—just like that, Kazuha.” You slow your pace, seeing that he couldn’t even respond to you, drooling with no thoughts. He’s babbling nonsense, spouting incoherent sentences like, “s’good!” “Thank you—“

You fully stop when he regains a little bit of sense. He looks peaceful, eyes closed and relaxed. His body was no longer tense but instead boneless—thighs still trembling while covered in spit and cum. Oh, but you’re not done with him, you grasp his soft cock and he hisses, eyes shooting open in shock. He’s about to protest, say he can’t take anymore but you beat him to the punch.

“One more, I promise, please?” You coax him, rubbing his thighs with a hard-to-resist smile. He’s too fucked out of his mind to say no, or speak properly for that matter. He just mindlessly nods, giving you what you want. At least he got a good milking in the end.

“A-anything f’you, my l-love-oh!” You start touching him again, man, tonight’s going to be a long night…

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I have a bunch of Genshin x reader fanfics in my mind but im too lazy to actually do it. Can someone like feed me please. Heres one of my ideas:

Ehem kinda imagining reader who is as short as scaramouche and leaning more into the beautiful/pretty (male) spectrum and kinda imagine them just like ei and yae

• fox envoy gn! Reader where they were supposed to be scaramouche's familiar but since kunukuzushi was discarded yae took the reader under her wing. Since kitsunes develop their human body at 100 y.o the reader was like a tiny little fox when kunikuzushi was created.

= The reader is very close with scaramouche lets say they have Yae and Ei's dynamic before the traveller, where basically Scaramouche grew aware of his supposed to be familiar and the reader already knew their role from the start but kept away(although longing to be with him).

= Since the reader exist lets say that scaramouche grew even more bitter of what he couldnt have. Not only he wanted to get the gnosis to become a god, prove his worth to his creator and find a heart but to also finally have the reader, his familiar, his companion, to finally be his.

= Lets say that the reader was there when Scaramouche and the traveller first met in the fatui delusion factory, what if the reader arrived with the traveller and basically teased the balladeer of what he couldnt have (them) stalling enough time for Yae to finally come and probably calm down the traveller from having the urge to attack the balladeer.

= What if during the Sumeru archon quest when scaramouche lost his memories the reader was there watching over him. What if the reader approaches and basically tries to get closer with the clueless wanderer and basically begged the traveller to help them restore Scaramouche's memories because they couldnt bare not being remembered by their familiar.

= What if when Scaramouche was erased from existence the reader kept their memories, what if the wanderer and the reader began travelling with each other finally having what they should have had since the very beginning of their creation.

"I already felt the feeling of being forgotten by him and its not a lovely feeling... Although it did make me happy, finally talking to him and spending time exactly how we were meant to be, but..... I just couldnt bare the thought of me forgetting him, im a kitsune for archons sake! Im supposed to remember everything if I forget him then I'll be useless! Please traveller.. please I beg of you..."

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imagine a mean scaramouche anger fucking y/n(bad day at work?) but they get uncomfortable or nervous and use the safe word and scara suddenly becomes all sweet and comforting like "it's okay y/n I'm sorry if I was too rough" and y/n is like "it's okay I just got nervous.." and he's like "I'm sorry I don't ever wanna hurt you" like a angst to fluff situation(Oh and I was wondering if you could make y/n tan bc I asked someone to do this req and they made her white ☹️)

hi anon! I don't specify skin color and have been avoiding adjectives that describe any physical characteristic so that everyone can be(y/n)in my fics. I understand where you're coming from though♥︎ and I'm so sorry for the delay T-T

tw: rough sex | grinding | hair pulling | doggy

"I'm home"

You hear the sound of the door and a giddy smile immediately makes its way to your lips, your mouth automatically opening for him to hear words that render him at peace.

"Welcome home"

You don't even turn around because you'd expect his arms to wrap around yours with a kiss on your cheek. But as you hear his footsteps against the hardwood floor; your smile then turns into a scandalized gasp and your fingers suddenly grip the countertop harshly.

Scaramouche presses his cock against your cute butt, grinding as he throws his head back and pictures the moments he spent inside you.

"Scara...w-what are you doing?" Your mind goes haywire as he applies pressure right below your tummy and grinds much harder that you're hitting the countertop, letting you feel how hard he is through his slacks.

"Bad day at work?" Your shaky voice follows an embarrassing moan when his teeth find their way to your earlobe. His breath on your neck weakens your knees just as he grips your chin to make you face him. He needs to at least see your face before fucking his frustrations away.

"Yeah 'need you right now." He finally spoke, and his tired lustful eyes speak so much volume. Your husband needs you right now, and what good is a wife if she won't attend to her husband's needs?

You turn off the stove and leaned in for a light makeout session. Pressing a soft kiss to the side of his lips to whisper "lead the way".

With how he was acting earlier downstairs, you'd thought you were in for some sweet lovemaking but Scaramouche had other plans. He had you face-down, ass-up on the bed, naked while his cock was hurriedly taken out of its confines. He thrusts behind you as you moan repeatedly at the feeling of his cock gliding deliciously against your walls. The same sensation that evokes growls from his throat and a deeper pounding into you.

You could feel the water from your eyes as you're pressed onto the pillow; then came a sudden whiplash that painfully bent your back along with a stinging of your scalp.

"Ahh!" You shrieked. Followed by a quiet gasp that signified your shock at Scara's cock pulling out and slamming back in. He continued to thrust with his arm locked around your stomach, heavy breaths mixing with yours as he closes into your face.

After trying out many kinks to spice up your sex life, you thought you'd enjoy pain and built a high tolerance for it. But the stinging pain of his hand on your hair bothered you so that it overpowered the pleasure he was giving you.

"Red" You managed to choke out and the gripping pain was gone. He didn't turn you around to face him but instead, he moved in front of you to check on your condition. Your eyes glazed over him, breath catching as you take in his paled expression, round eyes, and quivering lips. And once you saw him, you already know his mind is doing its own savage assumptions.

You held his warm cheek and patted it affectionately. "It's okay I just got nervous. The pain got too much for me in the end."

"...I'm sorry if I was too rough. Is it still painful?" His voice was quiet than usual, you could tell he was uneasy.

"It's fading now." You press a kiss to his nose, that thing you call 'boop' that gets him so mad and flustered; but this time he doesn't shy away from it and just nods.

"I made dinner. It's your favorite." And you stand up to dress yourself, motioning your head for him to get up and do the same. A genuine smile plastered on your face telling him everything's alright.

It amazes Scara how your whole being brought comfort to him. Even though he's frequenting work troubles, your comfort always comes first before his own. And so, he reaches out to your extended hand, using that to swiftly encase you in his arms as he presses a kiss to your head.

He whispers: "I'm sorry, I don't ever wanna hurt you."

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Yahoo! Heard that you haven't received any requeats for nsfw headcanons, soo I'm coming in with a request to do Cyno, Tighnari and Wanderer. With a s/o who reads lots of erotica, has general knowledge on how to make them melt— but is rather clumsy when it comes to their own actions! Would the boys guide their s/o or watch them struggle?

Also I was wondering if I could be one of your anons👉👈

Would 🎐anon be okay?

Clumsy but Knowledgeable Reader (NSFW)

Cyno was pretty experienced when it came to having sex and knew what he was doing. He expected the same from you.

He had seen you reading erotica one too many times, and you were very open to talking about sexual things.

But he had no idea just what you would be like until the first time you two were intimate.

You were so uncoordinated. You fumbled through trying to unbutton Cynos pants.

You tried to push him down on the bed, but instead, you tripped into him, and you both tumbled down.

You almost bit him multiple times when you went down on him and choked once by trying to take too much.

Honestly, he was having a surprising amount of fun with this, an amused grin on his face the entire time.

You were trying so hard, and it was just so cute. But he couldn't let you fumble around for much longer. He wasn't cruel to you like that. So he ended up guiding you on how to suck him off properly.

With his guidance, it wasn't long until he was cumming in your mouth, and soon after, he reciprocated the favor.

Tighnari couldn't ever hold back his amused smile when the two of you became intimate.

He wasn't sure if you became flustered or were just this uncoordinated during sex. Because any other time you were not this clumsy.

He wouldn't let you into his workspace if you were like this all the time.

When you tried to take your shirt off, you somehow got it stuck over your head. Tighnari had to help you get it off.

"I swear I know what I'm doing!!"

You once asked him to try this position from an erotic novel you were reading. But you just ended up a mess of tangled limbs with Tighnari.

He always finds it amusing but immediately helps if you are struggling.

Usually, he will take over, flip you on your back and do all the work like a good boyfriend, so you don't have to struggle.

He does not help you. On the contrary, he loves watching you struggle.

"You were talking such a big game earlier, and now you can barely ride me without fumbling."

He will degrade you every time you are clumsy. He finds it hysterical how knowledgeable you are while being so uncoordinated.

"Oh, can my dumb baby not figure it out?"

Yet praises always slip past his lips when you get the hang of things.

If you're having a particularly bad night, he will take over with a huff, telling you he doesn't have time for this.

Even though he acts like he's annoyed by it, he's not. He adores seeing you like this.

Of course you can! I added you to my Emoji anon list <3 I hope you enjoy!

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