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Deal With a Drunkie

You make a deal with Venti for unlimited drinks

FTM!Venti x Top!Male Bartender Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Oral, Drunk Venti, Consensual, Venti gets his hands tied up, breeding kink at the end

Words: 986

"You're on shift today?" Venti groans.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You always cut me off!" He whines and sits on an empty barstool.

"'Cause you don't pay, your tab is building up. You should be grateful I even let you drink at all, I have to cut the losses at some point."

"You're just like Diluc!" He pouts.

"Then Diluc's a smart guy."

"Ugh...C'mon, look, I'll cut you a deal." Venti leans in. "Lend me your ear."

"Uh?" You lean in as well, allowing him to whisper in your ear.

"I'll give you a vision." He says.

"Hah!" You laughed at his words. "Not even an Archon can give visions, what makes you think a bard can?"

"Wh- How'd you know about that?" Venti looks at you, taken a back.

"Common sense. I mean, if archons could give visions, would the Tsaritsa be giving out delusions to soldiers instead of visions?" You shrugged.

"M-makes sense...Then.." He thinks for a moment. "I'll sing you as many songs as you'd like! I'll be free entertainment for the tavern!"

"I'll pass. I'd rather not be forced to hear your voice for hours on end. Plus, I can think of a different way you can use your mouth and hands." You winked, joking.

Venti blushed. "How about you show me then?"

"Show you?"

"Yeah...I'll...I'll do whatever you want."

"You want booze that bad?"

"It's unlimited drinks, I'll do anything for that!"

"Pfft. Sure. Alright, what would you like to start with?"

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"Unbutton that shirt of yours for me will ya?" You ask as you take off his cape and toss it elsewhere. He'd already taken off his corset earlier to 'allow room for more drinks'. He fumbles with the buttons, drunk.

"C'mon pretty boy, I ain't got all night." You say impatiently. He eventually gets it off.

"Hmm." You smile and grope his small tits. "Your only redeeming quality is your body."

He blushes and whimpers.

"Get on your knees." You order. Venti immediately drops to his knees. "Let's see what that mouth can do, hm?" You unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Venti grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. He gasps at the size.

He takes a deep breath and covers your dick in saliva, licking from the base to the tip. He sort of kisses the head of your cock before putting almost half of your length in his throat. He sucks you off diligently, doing his best to satisfy you.

"Shit- You're pretty fuckin' good-" You groan. "You must do this often."

Venti tries to deny it but just gets you going even further the way he tries to say 'no' while still sucking you off.

"Probably do it for free stuff too. I bet everyone loves using your cute little body." You smirk.

"N-no! I don't I- I've never done this before!"

"Really now? Are you a virgin too?"

He nods. You smirk.

"You don't seem the type." You look at him with interest.

"I just didn't have the time.." He says.

"So if you did, you'd be a prostitute?" You joke.

"That's not what I meant!"

"You must watch a lot of porn though, it looks like you knew what you were doing." You say thoughtfully.

Venti turns red and looks away.

"I knew it, guess you were hoping an opportunity like this would come around, huh? Turn around."

Venti looks at you confused but turns around anyway. You gently push him closer to the floor and bring his ass close to your hips.

You grab your belt and tie his hands behind his back. You didn't have plans to force him into sex, you just liked the way guys looked when they're restrained.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" Venti turns his head to you and gasps as you pull his shorts down.

"What? You thought I was gonna stop at a blowjob?" You rub his pussy through his underwear.

"Well...fine...Go ahead." He turns back around.

"You don't sound all that excited about it. I don't have to do it if its gonna be like that, I guess I can deal with just blowjobs." You shrug.

"N-no! That's-"

"Hm?"

"...Please fuck me!"

"I don't know..." You tease his little dicklit.

"Fuh~ please! Please~ mmh~ pow~ pound my puh~ pussy with your co- cock, please! I beh- beg you!" He squirms in your touch.

"Oh? No problem." You grin, pulling his underwear down.

You start to stretch him out. "Just pu- put it in!" Venti shakes his head.

"You're so demanding now." You laugh and fulfill his command.

"Yes~!" He moans as he feels you bottom out. "Fuh- Fuck~ Don't wait!"

You do as he says and start pounding into him.

"More~! More~!" Drool spills out of his mouth.

You give him more, hitting his cervix over and over.

"Fuck- Fuck~!" He was too drunk to even feel much pain.

"Shit- feels good, huh?" You lick your lips.

"So good~ (Name)~!" Venti nods.

"Didn't take long for you to become a cock whore." You smack his ass. "Or maybe you were born one."

"Fuck! I'm a co~ cock whore~!"

"You just wanna take my fucking dick all night, don't you." You rub his ass, preparing him for another slap.

"Uh~!" He moans at the slap. "Yes~! Fuh- Fuck me all~ night~! Please~!"

"Of course." You bite his shoulder.

"Hngh~! Ah~! Clo- close! Close~!" Venti tightens around you.

"Me too-" You groan.

"Cuh- cum inside~! Im- impreg~ impregnate me~!"

"You wanna get knocked up?" You groaned again as you felt Venti reach his orgasm.

"Yes~! Gimme your kids~! Fuck- Fucking breed me~!"

"Cumming-" Your movements turned sloppy.

"(Name)~!"

"Fillin' you up. Gonna make you a dad-" You say as you cum inside of Venti.

"Don't- Don't you d-dare stop!" Venti starts moving his body against yours.

"Wasn't planning to." You grinned.

Replacing the One and Oni

You take Itto's place as the boss of the Arataki Gang

FTM!Itto x Top!Male Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Double Penetration/Spit Roasting, Voyeurism

Words: 1051 (Bonus Included)

A while ago, Itto had made a bet with you. If you beat him 100 times in a beetle fight he'd make you the boss of the Arataki Gang. He was drunk when he said that but Arataki Itto was a man of his word, he just added a condition. You'd have to beat him by the end of the year, meaning you had 6 months.

No one believed you could do it. Especially with your busy schedule, you'd barely have the time. But you made the time and you got rewarded for it. Months later, you became the leader of the Arataki Gang.

"So...Unfortunately, I lost." Itto pouts. The gang bursts into tears.

"Does this mean you're leaving us?" One member asks in between sobs.

"No. Just stepping down." He shakes his head.

"So I can tell you guys to do anything and you'll do it?" You ask. Itto nods. Your smirk and go to whisper in his ear. "Even if I tell you to let me fuck you?"

Itto turns a deep shade of red and nods. Truth be told, Itto found you extremely attractive and often found himself masturbating to you. So why would he deny that request? Of course, he had no idea what it meant to agree to that.

"You two." You point to the two people in front of you. "Get me a table. Not something short like this thing." You kicked the coffee table in front of you. They nodded and scrambled to find a table.

"What are you doing, man?" Itto asks, trying to keep his composure.

"You'll see."

Moments later the two men come carrying a table and place it in front of you.

"Do...do you need chairs too, sir?" They ask.

"No need." You moved Itto to stand in front of you. He looked back at you in confusion but immediately understood when you bent him over the table.

The group starts to freak out.

"Hey." You silence them. "Don't speak anymore." You pull down Itto's pants and you roll your eyes at everyone's gasps.

"Wa- wait- can't...can't we do it in-"

"Shut up." You smack his ass. He immediately shuts his mouth. "Your body doesn't seem to care where you get fucked, so don't pretend you do." You put a finger in his wet cunt. He squirms around as you start to finger him, the gang looking at you two with multiple different expressions on their faces.

"You're so cute submitting to me." You kiss his ear. He moans. "That's right, moan for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel."

Itto blocks out all the eyes that were staring at him and pretends that you and him are the only people in the room. He whines as you remove your fingers. He turns to look at you and blushes when he sees you lick his slick off your fingers.

You notice the men in the room getting boners. "I'll allow you guys to have a turn with that loud mouth of his." You smirk. The men decide the order of who gets to go with rock-paper-scissors. Itto notices how desperate they are to be the first one to get a blowjob from him.

"Meanwhile..." You pull your cock out and thrust into Itto's pussy.

"Ah!" Itto moans, feeling completely filled when you bottom out. "B-big~"

"You like that don't ya? A whore like you must love this big fucking cock." You thrust into him, turning all your attention to Itto.

"Mm~ yes~!" Itto nodded. "Luh- Love~ it~"

You marveled at the fact that you got the "One and Oni" Arataki Itto to submit to you. He was the perfect cock sleeve.

"Fuck- It's like you were made to take my cock." You slammed into him roughly, not being able to get enough of him. After a long game of R-P-S, a gang member nervously walks up to Itto.

"Go on, Itto. Suck his cock." You slow down your thrusts for a moment.

Itto pulls the member's pants and underwear down, his hard dick hitting Itto in the face. Right after Itto puts the dick in his mouth, you pick up the pace, making Itto deep throat on the gang member's dick.

"Just take it like the whore you are." You grinned. You felt Itto squeeze around your cock. "Cumming already little oni?" You fucked him through his orgasm. His moans made vibrations on the other man's dick, causing him to groan and inched him closer to ejaculating.

"Looks like he likes your mouth, Itto. Be a dear and make sure to take everything he gives you."

"Shit-" The man comes inside of Itto's mouth and he struggles to swallow all of his cum. He licks up the rest that landed on his mouth. The next one comes in and Itto gets throat fucked by every guy in the gang, by the end of it he was drenched in cum. He had so much dripping from his pussy you ended up plugging it in to prevent a bigger mess.

Itto went from the boss to your personal little toy and he loved it.

Bonus:

"This is a pretty nice office." You look around Itto's old office and sit in his old chair. "Pretty nice chair too." You relax into the seat.

You notice Itto staring at you. "Come." You pat your lap. He quickly climbs onto your lap. Before you can do anything, he starts to grind on your lap.

"It was only a day ago and you want to do it again?"

He looks up at you, trying to be as cute as possible.

You smile. "Alright...go ahead."

Itto grins and quickly goes to take your dick out of its confines. He spits in his hand and jerks you off to full mast.

He pulls his own pants down and hovers over your dick.

"It's gonna hurt- ugh~" You groan as he sinks onto your dick. You can feel how wet he is, it's probably enough for him to ride you comfortably.

"(Name)~!" Itto moans, starting to move. You pull away his straps and circle your thumbs around his nipples. The way he reacts lets you know he's got sensitive nipples.

"You're so soft, Itto." You compliment him, groping his big soft tits. "Glad I won that bet."

"Ya...Ya coulda- ah~! juh- just asked~!"

"Yeah? You were hoping for this?"

"Y-Yes~!" He nods.

"You're adorable." You bring him into a kiss. You loved the way he moaned into your mouth. He continued bouncing up and down on your cock, feeling himself reaching his peak.

You parted from the kiss and went to suck on his breast, your hand groping the other one. Itto moaned loudly as he came.

"Ooh~! Yes~ more~!" Itto put his hand on your head, urging you to keep sucking. He managed to be able to continue moving so he could please you.

You moan as you feel your orgasm coming. Itto speeds up, wanting to milk your cock dry.

You take your mouth off Itto's tit. "Fuck-" You let out a dragged out moan as you cum inside his pussy.

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dilf zhongli x babysitter male reader

MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI

WARNINGS: dilf zhongli who is a rich business man, creampie, harness wearing, marking, squirting, biting, suave zhongli, size kink, muscle kink, foreplay, zhongli thinking hes gonna be the dom

reader was depicted as legal but roughly half the age as zhongli

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

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

Manipulating pantalone into betraying the fatui and the tsaritsa, make him youre slut, youre slave for you to use at youre beck and call, tell him to stay at the fatui because his only use is that power and money backing him, make him unable to push you away.

Oh you need something? Dont worry Pantalone has it covered, want to destroy a fatui camp? He will gladly tell you where and how, want to use his body as a cocksleeve? Hes already undressed with his ass up in the air.

"oh... traveller... I told you I can help you." you smirk at the traveller while pantalone was covered in his own fluids twitching, sobbing, drooling and begging to be bred by you.

How pathetically cute.

Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom amab reader, sub Michael Myers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, handjobs, virgin michael, written with '78 mikey in mind

Michael loves lurking around the house.

He stands in doorways of the rooms you hang out in, he watches you through windows and through cracked doors, and even if you close and lock a door you can see his feet under the door frame- giving away how he’s looming outside and waiting for you. He’s like a particularly evasive and aloof cat, except instead of leaving you dead mice you sometimes stumble upon a decapitated head. 

You've heightened your senses to pick up on his presence better, first as a way of survival, yet now due to an interest in the large, quiet, distant man.

He really is like a cat, with the way you feed and house him. You'd never call him a roommate considering he doesn’t pay rent like a roommate would. Though you wish he would, because feeding and covering for him should be a bit financially rewarding. You’d broached the topic once and Michael had just stared at you until you’d awkwardly laughed and left it at that, knowing you were getting nowhere (but sometimes you find random people’s wallets on the bedside table. You take the money and forget you saw anything).

A lot of “conversations” end like that, with him staring at you, like maybe you’re stupid for getting this comfortable with a killer in your home. Maybe you are, because you are getting really comfortable with a killer in your home.

You’ve gotten him to sit with you- instead of him standing for sometimes hours- more and more, every once in a while you hear him grunt when you talk to- or rather, at- him, and you know he’s getting comfortable with you too. So comfortable that he likes to stand outside the door and watch when you masturbate. 

You don't mind it, obviously, otherwise you would've told him off, but it is a bit disappointing. He never enters, nor does anything to make himself known to you. The tension grows between the two of you as you continue to touch yourself to the thought of him, and he continues to watch. 

It occurs to you one night, laying on your back propped against your pillows with your lubed hand fisting your cock, that maybe Mikey- he’d kill you (maybe actually, really kill you) if you called him that to his face- is waiting for permission. It wouldn’t be the first time that his lack of communication has led to you needing to call all the shots in your arrangement. 

You've called out his name before, of course to no answer, but tonight you try again. 

"Michael," you groan, and of course, no answer. "You can, ah, come in," it's worth a try, but you doubt he'll make any moves. 

You squeeze your dick in shock as the door creaks open. The light from the window illuminates his mask, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you think you can see how he eyes you up hungrily. It makes a shiver go down your back, and your cock twitches in your hand. 

He steps forward just enough to close the door behind him, and stares at you, just watching. You slow down your pace, staring back at him. The two of you look at each other for a moment, the slick sound of the lube and heavy breathing being the only noises in the room. 

“You can take a closer look,” you finally suggest playfully, quickly adding, “if you want.” Michael shifts from one heavy boot-clad foot to another, then steps closer. 

He stands, tall and stiff, at the edge of your bed. His thighs touch the bed but he makes no move to get onto it. With him hovering over you like this, watching you so intently, you briefly wonder if maybe this isn’t a good idea. 

Michael's hands are empty, but there’s no saying that he couldn’t have a knife in his pocket. He might just be waiting for the very last second to stab you to death- killing you for your hubris and sinful nature- as he’s done to so many before you. Strangely enough, the thought of that doesn’t make you any less turned on. In fact, you think, if it’s even possible, maybe more blood rushed down to your cock at the idea of him straddling you with a knife.

Despite your grim fantasies, you can tell Michael is at least a little interested in the scene before him. With him so close to you, you can easily see how his coveralls are tented by his erection. And if he hasn’t killed you yet, maybe he never will. 

“Do-” Michael, who’s been staring at your dick, watching you stroke yourself, snaps his head up to look at your face at the sound of your voice. “Do you want to touch me?” you ask carefully, knowing that you look as flustered as you feel. Michael waits for a moment and you can’t tell if he’s really thinking about your question or just teasing you. Then he nods.

You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding, spreading your legs. “Come sit,” Michael follows orders surprisingly well (and you wonder if it’s just because it’s you who’s doing the ordering), getting between your legs slowly. 

As soon as you remove your hand Michael goes to touch your cock, “wait-” he pauses, looking up at you expectantly. You grab the lube, pouring some onto his hand. Michael flexes it, grunting softly at the feel of it coating his fingers and palm.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Michael?” you ask as he wraps his hand around you. He nods, slowly jerking you off in a similar fashion to how you were stroking yourself not minutes ago. You fist your hands into the bed sheets, trying to ground yourself as Michael Myers, the shape that’s been haunting Haddonfield for years, strokes your cock. 

“Do you- yeah, just like that- do you touch yourself when you watch me?” Michael nods again, staring at your cock as he plays with the tip of it in a way that could best be described as curious.

You let him mess around with you for a bit, let him get used to touching another person, let him learn what you like and don’t like, before you start talking again. 

“Can I- ah- touch you?” Michael freezes, slowly looking up at you. “I wouldn’t touch the mask, promise,” he seems relieved hearing that, so he continues jerking you off and nods. You slowly start unzipping his coveralls, revealing the black t-shirt he has on underneath. Getting it opened up a bit more you slip your hands under his shirt and run your hands along his chest, feeling him up and not missing the way his breath hitches as your fingers come in contact with his nipples. 

You’re starting to get a little fuzzy headed as he continues stroking you, like your climax is steadily approaching. You don’t want him to stop touching you, but you also want this to last for as long as possible. 

“Michael,” he looks up at you, squeezing your dick at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I want to see you with your clothes off,” you tell him honestly. He seems to consider this for a moment, and then he’s removing his hand from you backing up off of you. He gets off the bed, and you’re a bit scared for a second that you may have scared him away. Those thoughts dissipate when he starts to undress for you. 

You’re salivating by the time he’s naked. Of course the mask is still on, you would have been shocked if he took it off. His body is littered in scars, fresh and old, and they remind you of who he is and what he's done. You brush off the reminder that he's a murderer easily, so easily it should be beyond concerning. Instead of worrying about all that you let your eyes wander more. Seeing his pretty pink nipples makes you want to suck on his chest and kiss your way down his happy trail to his cock. 

Speaking of his dick, he's uncut and currently so hard and red it looks like it hurts. You coo softly and pat your lap, “c’mere baby,” with him undressed you can see the way the pet name makes his chest flush. 

He plops himself down in your lap like he’s meant to be there. His thick thighs, which are stationed at either side of you, have you drooling. You have to hold his hand to stop him from touching you again. Michael cutely cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

“Can I touch you more?” you ask, adjusting so your dicks are touching one another. Michael nods quickly, like he’s eager for it. You hum, quickly lubing up your hand again, and then slowly you wrap your hand around both his and your dick.

Though it’s muffled by the mask, you can hear Michael gasp at the feeling of your hand on his skin. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whine and a grunt, squeezing your hand that’s been holding his, hard. You get the message he’s trying to send, and begin stroking the two of you off. 

“Has anyone touched you like- nngh- this?” you ask, picking up the pace, because you don’t think either of you will last long. Michael shakes his head no, jerking his hips against yours. His breathing is heavy behind the mask, and every so often you hear a quiet moan or whimper come from him. You feel yourself throb at the fact that Michael is a virgin. 

“I wanna- ah- I wanna make you cum Michael,” you tell him, leaning in to kiss his now sweaty chest. Michael arches slightly into your kisses, starved for any touches you give him. “Been such a good boy waiting for permission,” you murmur against his chest. You notice the way his breath hitches when you call him a good boy. Michael’s cock is leaking pre, and with the way he’s jerking into your hand, frotting his dick against yours, you can tell he’s close. 

“Cum for me baby boy, cum- oh,” it catches you off guard, because he’s so quiet, but just like that he’s cumming. He again squeezes your hand- and for a brief moment you worry he’s going to break it. He shakes and twitches atop of you, cum shooting from him and dirtying your hand and his chest. You watch spurt after spurt shoot out, and come to the realization that though he may touch himself when watching you, he’s been pent up for a while now. 

“Good boy, fuck lookit you,” you groan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. You up your pace, working him through his climax while you bring yourself closer with each second. “Michael,” you cum with his name on your lips, as you have so many times before. The difference being that he’s right here with you and not 15ft away, watching through a crack. 

You’re still catching your breath when Michael leans his entire weight on you, painfully smushing his plastic mask into your skin. You make a noise of discomfort, but he’s too far gone to do anything. 

Once you regain your strength you carefully ease him off of you, and help him get comfortable in the bed next to you. You’re about to go grab a washcloth and a glass of water, but Michael's hand, rough and steady (and a bit moist with lube) around your arm stops you. “I’ll be right back,” you smile, “I promise. Just lay back, I’ll get you cleaned up, baby.” 

Michael blinks a few times, still holding you tight in his grip, before letting you go. You fulfill your promise, returning with the items necessary for a decent aftercare.

He’s observing your every move, like if you make a wrong one it’s over for you. Despite his watchful gaze you clean yourself and him up, then offer the glass of water to him. Michael shakes his head and you shrug before gulping it down. Then, you make yourself comfortable in the bed next to him, pulling up the covers.

Though it feels entirely awkward you press a kiss to the cheek of the plastic mask, wrapping an arm around Michael. He snorts, likely amused by your attempt at affection.

“I’m glad you came in this time,” you tell him honestly, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I’m gonna want to touch you a whole lot more, is that okay? Would you want that?” Michael is nodding before you even fully get the question out. You laugh, delighted by the strange, spontaneous, and exciting turn of events that occurred tonight. 

“Okay, we can… talk more in the morning,” you yawn, the adrenaline from getting off with the Michael Myers finally wearing you down. 

You turn off your light and pull him a little closer, smiling to yourself when you feel him cuddle up to you. The mask pressed against you is uncomfortable, but you don’t mind it if it means Michael is close to you.

“Goodnight,” you mumble, and receive a hum from him that you could get very used to hearing.

A ring for your heart

-I just noticed that I never said it, but most of the time (if not every time) the reader is taller than the character. I may be a bit dumb, okay?

I have never written something like that in my life before, so I'm unsure if it's good enough. But food is here anyway-

a.n: I finished this at 5 am and fall asleep before publishing it, I hate myself sometimes, I just had to press one button and I forgot, please don't hate me angels

Part.2 - Part.4

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔, 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥! ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 '𝕤𝕚𝕣', 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜

-𝟝𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

(𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣)

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were a banker, and Pantalone was your special client if you could call him that way. He was a particular rich man, really intelligent and with a charm that nobody could deny. He was someone you really admired, he was clever, and it was not uncommon that you would end up enjoying a cup of tea after work.

After some time being Pantalone's personal banker, you ended up being a part of the Fatui. The reason? The salary. You weren't interested in their motivations, you were just doing your work and going back to your house after. You weren't fond of the Fatui or Harbingers, most of them were just crazy guys wanting to kill people under a god's orders. So… puppets.

The only other Harbingers you were in contact with, except Pantalone obviously, was Pulcinella. The older man was quite easy to rely on, always calm and smart, you knew he was taking care of Childe's family whenever he was doing a mission, even sending sweets to his brothers and sisters. It became a habit for the older man and you to leave some sweets or tea boxes inside each other's office while the other was away.

This week has been hellish, nobody was doing their work right and money suddenly started to disappear. You were losing your mind over the matter, who was dumb enough to steal from the Fatui? You spend days and nights searching in every registers a flaw, something you could have missed.

But you were an intelligent man, and you knew you haven't made any mistake. You were glad to keep everything in the archives, even after months and months, as you could, in case, prove that you haven't done anything. And with tons of papers under your arms, you leave your office to meet with the 1st Harbinger. You could yourself sweat a little at the thought of being alone with this man, with other people around, no problem. Alone? No way in hell.

Thankfully for you, he called you while a meeting was held. As you enter the room, all Harbingers were there. There were the ones who didn't care one bit about you, the 'I want to kill you' vibe the second you stepped in and the two you were comfortable with. You place the documents in front of Pierro, classed by month as you explain every flaw you have found, even before you were hired. Immediately, you confirm it was none of the 9 people standing around this table as you checked everything personally.

You see from the corner of your eyes that Arlecchino and Pulcinella were nodding at you as thanks, as you knew it was annoying for them if someone else was going to do it. After all, most people weren't trustworthy with money as the Fatui were greedy people. It was nice to know that even people like them could trust you.

Even if they weren't saying it, as the Harbingers were listening to you, they were impressed. Not only did you check everything from the last past months in detail in less than a week, but you also wrote down any issue, name of the person, addresses, absolutely everything, going to the extent of doing a background check. As Pierro dismissed you, you're surprised when he ruffles your hair, saying you did a good job. You leave with a discreet smile, ignoring the raising voices when the door closed behind you.

As you were half-asleep in your chair, head resting on your desk, your door opens in a silent creak. This week's work worn you out, and you only wanted to sleep. You yawn as you feel a warm hand touches your cheek, rubbing gently your jaw as the comforting touch lull you to sleep. You thought it was just your imagination as you fall asleep until a soft chuckle reaches your ears. You shot up from your seat, grabbing instantly the weapon at your side, the shining blade pressing against the intruder's neck.

Pantalone stands there, waiting for you to lower your weapon. With how fast you moved, you still made a small cut on his neck, the blood dripping slowly as it get to disappear in the fur of his coat.

“Why are so stressed today?”

His sweet voice calms you down as you put back the weapon to its original place, for an unknown reason, you were on the edge and someone suddenly standing next to you didn't help. Pantalone steps closer, redoing your hair and placing your coat correctly on your shoulders as he observes you. You could see his usual sly little smirk on his face as he kisses you quickly on the jaw.

“You were impressive.”

You would have heard that from anybody else, you would have thought they were making fun of you. But the way his eyes lit up, even just a bit, could tell he was genuinely impressed. You and Pantalone grew closer over the months, being the only two people approximately sane, that was something rare these days. Pantalone was the really smart one, talking about everything he knew while you were the curious and understanding one, sitting there and listening avidly about his recent favourite book and newfound knowledge.

Surprisingly, he was someone who liked physical contact, and it wasn't rare to find him nuzzling into your neck or resting his head on your shoulder. It took you by surprise at first but got used to it, you noticed how your coat or turtleneck would always have his perfume on it with how many times he was resting against you. When he was not giving that cold glare and fake sympathy to everyone, he was quite cute. He was either behaving like a snake or, around you, like a cute puppy.

Suddenly, before you could open your mouth to say something, you see him rummage through his pocket. He takes out a small box, a purple one wrapped in silky tissue, just the box itself looked so expensive. Gently, he gave it to you with a small smile, his prying eyes observing your reaction as you unwrap it conscientiously. As you open it, a small and discreet ring was carefully placed in the middle of the jewellery box. This ring seemed familiar, but you could not manage to remember where.

“Do you like it? It's a reward since you did such a good job.

I am certain you spend hours looking at those awful reports.”

He moved behind you, massaging softly your shoulders as you lean into him, your body giving up under the soft touch. It was unexpected that a member of the Harbingers could be this gentle and kind. You shiver as he moved to your head, massaging your temples, cold fingertips sending little shocks through your body. You yawn as you lean more into him, head lolling back as it rests on his shoulder. Pantalone felt his mouth water as the soft skin was so exposed, as he wonders what you would say if he bit you right now.

You were trusting him, and this feeling alone was making him have butterflies in his stomach. He was itching to let his hands wander, but he knew he could not. It was so tempting, as you rest against him, your warmth spreading onto his cold body, it always amazed him how hot your body was compared to him. He wanted to stay there forever against you, snuggle into your warmth as you do something else. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair to untangle it was always making him relax, being around you was a blessing. You were the only worthy person here, the other Fatui being useless and incompetent.

Whenever he was asking for something difficult or not, you would lend a hand or explain to him where he was wrong. And something that surprised him, was that you weren't after his money. Anytime he would try to pay for something, whenever it was the tea or dinner, you had already your money out. It was frustrating him to no end, he was the richest here, and you never asked him anything. How was he supposed to court you if you weren't accepting any of his gifts?

He knew you would refuse the ring, he knew it, but he still tried. And when you put it in your coat's pockets, his heart skipped a beat, as you finally accepted him. His mind was telling him that you were just accepting a gift, nothing more, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. He was so mad when Pierro ruffled your hair, and he was not the only one, but nobody was close to you except him. He could be the only one for you, those simpletons had no chance against him. Were they even able to buy a gift as grandiose as his? No way.

His smile widens as he sees your body temperature rise up, seems like it was starting to work. The aphrodisiac he asked Dottore to make in exchange for a good amount of money was working, he could feel himself being affected too. Imbibing the jewellery box was a good idea. He could hear you pant, his hands holding your side moving to the front of your torso, feeling the muscles with bliss. Your hips thrusted up as you grab his wrist, trying to stop him, but he knew your mind should already be fuzzy by now. You were too weak to stop his hand from sneaking under your shirt, pinching the skin. Each groan of yours could make him cum on the spot, but he wasn't satisfied.

He was glad to see you react to his touch, but you would usually put up a fight with him, forcing him to submit without knowing it. Everyone was treating him as royalty, as a genius so nobody dared to put him back into his place. But you weren't anybody, your sharp tongue breaking his ego whenever he was acting too pretentious. He wanted you to force him to kneel and apologize, lick your shoes and make him choke on your dick. But you were too docile, almost as an obedient dog, that's not what he wanted.

He remembers Dottore telling him that the effects would wear off nearly immediately after the first orgasm, and instantly, without a second thought, he was unbuttoning your pants. When you'll be back to normal, you would be mad at him, right? So you could potentially punish him for what he did. The thought of you glaring at him like you did whenever you were annoyed made his legs quiver. He needed the mean man that would put him back in his place, slap him and degrade him.

He thought he could just jerk you off quickly, but he may have underestimated you a bit. When he unbuttoned your pants and just slid down your underwear a little to take your dick out, the size left him stunned. He knew you would be big, you were taller and buffer than him after all, but this, that was too much, even for a greedy man like him. He was rendered speechless, staring dumbly as he didn't know what to do. His hand shakes as he was hesitant to touch it, legs closing involuntarily.

Unfortunately for him, the effects of the aphrodisiac were a tad stronger than he thought they would be, and when you grabbed his neck with a mean smile, he froze on the spot. Surely he was turned on to see this side of you, but something inside your eyes made him shiver in fear. Your hold was tightening around his neck, and when he tried to stop you by grabbing your hand, you caught his wrist, twisting it in the wrong direction. The cracking noise was so strong, that Pantalone thought it could have been heard outside, the sudden pain made him moan, the delicious feeling of raw strength breaking him.

He was used to getting hurt, he was a Harbinger after all, but never he felt so good after one of his bones was broken. He could cry from the pleasure of this, he wanted it to leave a bruise, so he could remember it. With a crazy smile, he placed his hands over the one that was choking him, asking you to break his neck. He trembled as he could feel your fingertips dig into his skin, legs quivering as his knees finally gave out. He was held up by your grip only, legs swinging uselessly into the air, but before you could really break his pretty neck, you let go.

A wicked smile on your face as you watch him struggle to stand up, whenever he was pushing himself up with his arms, you would kick into them, making him fall again. He was sniffling, humiliation filling his mind. He looked up at you with teary eyes, glasses sliding down his nose as he sees you turn your back to him. He was going to protest, call your name until he saw you sit back down on your chair, legs crossed, your elbow resting on top of your thigh as you watch him in amusement.

He called out your name weakly, never did he felt this powerless. He was just something useless clinging to you, some dirt under your shoe. You motioned for him to get closer, his eyes widened as he put all his strength in his arms to get up, he was so close to crying with happiness. Until you clicked your tongue, he goes rigid, blood run cold.

“Who told you to get up? Crawl.”

He was paralysed, you wanted him to crawl? He looked down as he did so, he heard you click your tongue again, and he hurried to get closer to you. As he was on his knees in front of you, your hand appear in his field of vision as you hold his jaw gently, almost lovingly. You slid your thumb over his lower lip, bringing it down softly as Pantalone opens his mouth. And you spat into his wide open mouth. He moans as he swallowed, letting his tongue loll out to ask for more.

“Aren't you satisfied with what I just gave you?

Are you so greedy that you can't even say 'thank you, sir'?”

He fumbled over his words, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. His thoughts were scattered until you slapped him, immediately he started to thank you over and over, tears sliding down his cheeks as he blushed crazily. It was as if the spot you slapped was on fire, he would have enjoyed it more if you weren't so disappointed in him right now. He needed to apologize for his behaviour.

You could see him panic, one of the smartest men panicking because he did not know how to apologize. You teasingly moved your feet in front of his face, testing if he was that desperate for you. Almost immediately, his hands hold your shoe as he kissed it, moving to your ankle as he was licking and sucking on any unmarked spot.

With a smile, you watched as your shoe got more and more covered in drool, he was lapping at it like a dog, panting and whining as his tongue met the leather. You hear a noise suddenly outside, and you grabbed his long hair, hiding him under your desk as your legs were caging him. You took the first document you saw, acting as if you were reading it. And that's when someone knocked on the door, you looked down to see Pantalone resting his head on your thigh, droopy eyes looking right back at you. You run your hand through his hair before telling the person to enter.

And you froze when Pierro opened the door, closing it immediately behind him. He sat on the chair in front of you, handing out some documents to you, you guessed it was about the issue from earlier and started to read immediately. Everything was going fine until your dear rich friend thought it would be a good idea to start jerking you off while sucking the tip of your dick. As you continue to act like nothing was happening, you're glad the subordinates outside are making so much noise to conceal the wet ones coming from under the desk.

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes off his gloves with difficulty, as one of his wrists was broken, sliding them into your pocket before using your precum to wet his hand a bit. And before you knew it, he was choking around your cock, the tip scratching the back of his throat as you watch his eyes roll back. You weren't even able to move your hand without the man in front of you noticing, you could feel his tears and drool mix together as it slides to the base of your dick, wetting your pants.

You stuttered once before focusing and speaking normally to Pierro, explaining where it looked suspicious and how you did not have the same data. He looked satisfied with your answer and only asked some more questions, you barely managed to conceal one of your groans with a cough before he could see how sweaty and twitching your hands were. As he left the room, he complimented you on your good work and ruffled your hair before leaving your office.

Pantalone was looking at you betrayed when he felt your cock twitched suddenly when Pierro talked to you like this. Unbeknown to him, it was because his teeth grazed one of the veins on the underside, sending the most powerful shiver through your body. You feel him pull back from your dick to complain, but you grabbed his hair, slamming his face down. You forcefully made him speed up the pace, listening to the choking and slurping sounds he was emitting.

At this point, you were just fucking his face, he was unable to breathe correctly, and he felt like he was going to pass out. So when he taps your thigh hoping you would let him breathe, he almost moaned when you pulled your dick out of his mouth. But when he tried to ask you to be gentle, you laugh out loud, tugging his hair roughly before being rougher than before. You were watching with bliss as his teary eyes lost their focus, metaphorical hearts forming into them when your hips stilled suddenly, as you shot your load into his throat. The warm cum covered the inside of his mouth, it tasted so strong he was sure it would alter his taste buds forever.

Any of his complaints from earlier left his mind as you were marking him, and his heart burst when you praised him, calling him your good boy as he was being the perfect pet. You pulled him off your dick as he was not doing it himself, still swallowing your load with a big dumb smile. But when he noticed how there was still some left on your shaft, you did not have the time to make a move before he was lapping at it, collecting every last drop of your release with whimpers and moans.

“I've been good, right sir?

Thank you so much for being so nice to someone like me.

Please can I have more, I'll do anything sir”

He looked high because of your cum, and you weren't so far away from the truth. The taste was addicting, the feeling even more, that he wanted to be filled by you. He did not mind walking around with a butt plug, he would even choose one with a tail at the end, so he would really be your dog, you could use him whenever you want, he will never complain, as long as he's your favourite.

But it seems like you were hesitating, and before Pantalone started to suck you off again, he gave you bills, thanking you over and over. The amount you had in your hand was more than your salary in two months as you watch Pantalone mouth at your underwear, licking the fabric and kissing it.

His head shot up when he heard you open a drawer, and let a tube of lube fall on his face along with a condom. You moved your chair back as you watch him spread his legs apart, but it was a too difficult position for him to insert his fingers, so he ended up on all fours, face on the ground as his ass was up in the air. You could observe in satisfaction his fingers disappearing inside of him, the wet noises filling the room as his whimpers get louder. With a sigh, you place your shoe in front of his face again, watching as he focuses on licking it instead of making too many noises. And honestly, if he kept being this loud and cute, you would have taken him now and not waited for his hole to be stretched. After all, your dick could do this too instead of his fingers.

Your patience almost snapped when he started to moan loudly, he was not using his fingers to stretch himself anymore as they were just slamming into his hole, as if he has gone crazy, he was not even moaning your name anymore but only 'sir'. Angrily, you tug his hair, watching as his mouth has fallen open at the pain, eyes rolling back as he cums on you, staining your shoes and pants. He was smiling at you happily, as he has still not processed what he did. When his mind clouded by his orgasm cleared up, he was left staring at your clothes in shock, eyes widening as he felt your murderous aura.

“S-sir I did not mean to! I'll clean it up!

I'm so sorry, I promise it will not happen ag-”

And his head was slammed onto your pile of documents, you fully pull his pants down, tearing off his underwear before slamming your dick into him, not caring anymore. You let out a shaky sign at the tight heat that surrounded you, almost hugging your cock so sweetly.

“If you dare drool on my work, you are dead.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Did I asked you to talk?”

“No-”

“Then shut the fuck up. Your voice is annoying me.

At least Childe knew when to stay quiet.”

You could see his eyes filling up with tears but when you pronounced Childe's name, there was only hatred in them. Pantalone had a disgusting feeling of jealously spreading through his body, the thought that Childe got you first drove him mad. He moved his hand back, spreading his cheeks apart for you as he placed his forehead against the wooden table, certain he will be able to keep his noises in.

“Baby, do you want me to breed you?

You'll be by my side forever that way.”

He was flustered at the words, pushing his face into the papers on the table, hiding his turned-on face. You can't help but groan at the way he was tightening around you while you were swiftly pounding into him at a fast pace. You clench your jaw as his ass comes in contact with your pelvis each time you go deeper, the force makes him shudder as he feels like you were forcing his walls to mould to your size. He never felt that good in this life, he was sure nothing could make him feel as good as this.

You were pulling out slowly to slam back roughly, your tip hitting his prostate each time you bottom out, shooting some precum in the deepest part of his ass. His tongue lolls out at the feeling, hands scratching against the table as he moves his ass back, back arching to coax you into being rougher and go harder on him. Your hand was itching to spank him, to dig your nails into his ass, leave your handprint onto his soft flesh. You were groping and slapping his ass just a second later, watching as he moves one of his hands back to grip one of your hand.

He was so close to cumming, some more thrusts, and he would do it. He tried to warn you, but he was unable to let any words out, he was crying as he tried to keep it in since you did not give him permission. His hand gripping at the edge of the desk as you were ruthlessly fucking him. You were pounding into the pretty man, raw skin clapping being the only thing heard in the room. His ass was a cherry red as your hand kept slamming down and with how hard you were going on him.

He slurred, trying to get some words out, but it was impossible. He almost screamed when he came, fluids covering the desk and papers just under him in a white mess. He shook when you stopped moving, flipping him over, resting on his back as you watched with angry eyes your ruined work. He was babbling, apologizing to you, gripping your shoulders with tears in his eyes as he was kissing your lips, claiming his love for you.

You moved your hand to his neck, choking him as the other was holding up his leg, and you slammed back inside. You did not care if he was screaming as overstimulation took over his body, clawing at your back in the hope it would stop you. The man was ruined, glasses falling off his nose and hitting the table, dampened eyelashes and black liner smudging over his face. You spat on him, dipping your fingers into the mess he left on the table before smearing it over his cheek.

You could feel yourself getting closer, heat pooling in your stomach as you prevented Pantalone from breathing, watching as his face turned red. You rested your forearms on each side of his head, rocking your hips back and forth, burying yourself deeper and deeper as you keep tightening your hold on him. You groaned, jaw hanging loose.

Pantalone has lost his mind, your thick cock bullying your way into him, stretching him to an impossible extent as he feels something filling him up, the hand around his throat making him unable to breathe. He wailed with the rest of his breath he had, as you shoot your load in him, filling him up perfectly, his stomach warmed up by the hot cum. You never stopped moving, prolonging your orgasm as he reached his high suddenly, head slamming back against the hard wood, dizzy under the pain and pleasure as he cum all over himself.

It was never stopping, you keep cumming in him, mind going blank as you were breeding him. He placed his hands on his bulging stomach, hearts in his eyes as he knew he was yours, you choose him over everyone else.

“Whose hole is this?”

“Yours… yours only”

He did not care if someone could see him like that, he finally got everything he wanted. Tears of happiness wet his cheeks as it ruins his makeup even more. You pulled out gently, ignoring his whimpers as you rummage through your drawer, getting out a butt plug before sliding it into him delicately. Your hand massaged his stomach as you watch his eyes crossing, hips jerking up as he was still hard.

He has been so good for you, you could not leave him like that, and with that, you wrapped your warm hand around his pitiful cock, jerking him off. The red tip was burning under your fingertips, cock twitching as hard as the rest of his body, panting harshly when you let go of his neck, watching as he pissed himself.

You sat on your chair, lifting him up to place him on your lap, rubbing small circles on his hips as you let him calm down. Kissing softly his neck and jaw as his mind cleared up, instantly hiding into your neck in embarrassment. Flustered as he sees the mess he made out of your paperwork, guilt bubbling up into his throat, he has really done it, didn't he?

“They are just duplicates, I don't care.”

They weren't, but he did not need to know that, especially when his dark eyes looked up at you with so much love. As he hugs you tightly, kissing you like a starving man. Sadly, the gentle moment was ruined by one of the subordinates knocking on the door, saying there was an emergency meeting. You both got up, Pantalone running to dress back up as you just buttoned your pants and placed your coat back onto your shoulders.

You place Pantalone's glasses on his nose as you kiss the tip of it before redoing his hair and removing his makeup. Both your turtleneck hiding the suspicious marks as you head to the door, waiting for Pantalone to follow you. You turn around, seeing how his legs were shaking, not being able to hold himself up correctly. With a sigh, you let him lean on your body as you walk into the corridor, and enter the room, accompany him to his seat. He motions for you to stay beside him, ignoring some Harbingers openly glaring at him.

As Pierro was talking, he gripped your hand, putting his gloves on your hands and slid the ring he offered you onto your ring finger and one of the rings he was currently wearing on your index. He intertwined your hands, showing off to the others with a smug face. Went as far as pulling down his turtleneck a little to show off the bruise you left while you choked him earlier.

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a.n: I'm only able to see Pantalone as a person who would court someone else, like courtship but no dating, and after that, straight up marriage. I can't see him as someone who would eventually let someone pursue the one he loves. This man is like 'you like them too? Then die. You are in the way.', nothing else. This man is courting by buying expensive gifts and fuck with the person, he has no idea how to show love without physical touch or gifts and has no understanding of humans in general. But he's smart for everything else at least. And bro, no way in hell he's a top, this man would love getting destroyed literally anywhere.

Why run away from the unknown? 

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

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

-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Biting More Than You Can Chew

Kaeya Alberich x Top Male Reader

“Sir Kaeya is known for his habit of taking risks. But perhaps, the bold and suave cavalry captain should learn a bit of caution.”

CW: Rape/Non-Con, No Prep, Spit as Lube, Degradation, Humiliation, Bleeding, Begging, Dacryphilia, Mentioned Stalking, Mentioned Obsession

The entire thing was supposed to go smoothly. Flawlessly. As it had always been, especially with the help of his good looks and charming tongue.

Cavalry captain Kaeya Alberich was only letting his ear loose when he caught whispered words of a suspicious man lurking through the streets when the day's late, a cloak over his head and a rusty kamera in his gloved hands. He'd linger near the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, pacing on his feet as he went into hiding behind whatever large item he could find. Suspicious and worrisome activity indeed, he decided.

It could be hardcore fan who's just a bit too interested in one of the knights or someone who works in the headquarters. Definitely a higher level compared to the woman who's constantly thinking about his brother and nothing else, and that's saying a lot.

But as those words began to spread like a plague, reaching the ears of the other knights, Kaeya could sense the anxiety that began festering through the Ordo Favonius. Who wouldn't be, knowing that they might be the target of such a disgusting act unknowingly? He'd notice the way they've heightened their guards up at all times (which is good, but takes a toll on their mental health). Poor little Amber would glance around queasily, Lisa almost never left the library and even strong, unyielding Jean Gunnhildr could be seen on edge.

Now, this absolutely won't do. And as the kind and generous friend he is, how could he not extend his aid and provide them more safety? He'll catch this disgusting bastard, and no longer will they be glancing behind their backs every second of the day.

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It was late when Kaeya began his little plans. He noted down the pattern of this person's movements through what's been whispered and shared, as well as their general appearance - or at least from what they could see.

They're always seen in a dark green, dusty and tattered cloak that reaches their ankles, and their hands are covered in dark leather gloves. And they always, always have a kamera on them. Marjorie had told him that she would sometimes see them prowl around near the lower parts of the city, where not much people would crowd in. With a smile, he thanked her. Kaeya knew where to find this man now.

But maybe, just maybe... Kaeya should've practiced some more caution.

He stumbled upon that man, in all his cloaked glory, just as he took the last steps down the stairs. There, he froze as if he was caught red-handed - which he really was - and Kaeya could see the way his eyes and his kamera glinted from the minimal light the moon provided.

"Oh, would you look at that?" He crooned, grinning at the creep before him. "Right into the lion's den, I presume. Your days of stalking down our poor knights are over, I'm afraid."

He spoke of nothing in return. Kaeya sighs.

"Listen, I really want to turn you in right now, but Jean won't be too happy to know I decided to grab some guy without proof. I mean, anyone could be some random suspiciously cloaked weirdo at night, holding a kamera that's seen better days." He said, gesturing to the poor machine in the man's hands. "I'd suggest you show me what exactly you've been doing. If it's innocent, I'll release you. If it's fucked, you're fucked, get that?"

The silence that followed stretched for a moment or two, and Kaeya was prepared to resort to extreme measures, until the man sighed and turned.

"...Fine."

The captain blinked, before his lips curled into an amused grin. "A fine choice, I'd say. Lead the way, handsome."

And oh, did he lead the way.

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You couldn't believe your eyes when he stood before you at the dead of night, soaked in moonlight like the ethereal being he is. The moment he walked down those steps, halting right in front of you, you could feel the tent forming underneath your pants.

The beautiful cavalry captain was searching out for you, apparently, without a single suspicion that he was the one you wanted. He was the one your prowled around at night like a hungry wolf for. He was the one you desired.

“Right into the lion's den, I presume.”

And oh, was he absolutely correct.

You lead him through the gates that night, and Kaeya waved away any questions the guards have to ask. His charming smile was enough to reassure them, and more than enough to have your desires stirred up even more.

The walk was long and strenuous, and Kaeya whistled to fill the silence.

"So we're travelling now, huh? How thrilling."

So thrilling, especially for you. Because he was right there, right within your grasp. One reach of your arms, and he'll be all yours.

And how could you possibly pass that chance up?

Kaeya, ever the sharp-eyed knight, dodged the moment he saw the glint of a dagger in your hands that was sent flying towards him. But only then did it dawn upon him that you were aiming for his vision instead of his flesh, and the moment you speared the chain that kept it dangling, it was already too late. The vision stuck to the dagger, being sent flying away and rendered unusable to it's weilder.

Kaeya turned to find you lunging towards him.

The sounds of bodies hitting the earth echoed through the night sky as you tackled the captain to the ground, grabbing his wrists the moment your hands reached his skin and pinning him down to the grass. Your surprising strength held him down, and Kaeya found himself struggling fruitlessly.

He tried maintaining a calm appearance, but the way you leered down at him was nothing but calming.

“Hey, now.” He dryly chuckled, feeling his first cold sweat trail down. "Take me out to dinner first, would y—"

Lips crashed into his own before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened before repulsion filled him from head to toe, and he struggled to turn and break away from your lips. Your little kiss seperated with a gasp for air from the captain, and you licking off his saliva from your lips.

"What the hell?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at you. "Which archon gave you the rights to do that?!"

"I don't need the archons." You spoke, your voice low and gravelly. Kaeya gulped at the way your cold eyes trailed down his body, lightly shifting in unease. "I only need you, my dear Kaeya."

He squinted at you like you're a riddle no man has ever solved, and slowly shook his head in disgust. "You're insane..." He grimaced.

"And you, Kaeya Alberich, are an absolutely foolish man." You grinned mockingly down at him. "Willingly seeking out the 'creep' that's been wanting you for ages. Years of endlessly craving for the touch of your skin, to hear your voice reserved all for me, and finally... finally... You're here, right where I want you to be. After all, as stupid as you can be, there's no denying that you are a vision by itself. Blessed by the Archons, falling from Celestia itself..."

You could see the way Kaeya's face shifted into absolute horror and disgust by the truths you unveiled and the way you spoke of him. His tanned face paled the moment he felt his arms shift as you used one strong hand to hold down both wrists, and the other one began trailing down his defined curves.

"Fuck..." He hissed, buckling wildly to free himself but to no avail. He grunted at the futility of his attempts and began panicking. "Get off of me, you bastard!"

His words went into one ear and out through the other, apparently. You ignored his growls and pressed a nail through those slutty tight pants he walked around in on the daily until it bursted through. You tugged onto that hole and tore apart a large hole, exposing the beautiful skin of his groin.

"So, so beautiful..." You mumbled, paying no mind to Kaeya's fearful protests and only focusing on further exposing the beauty between his legs until it was bare all for you.

My, such tight underwear he wore. Much easier for you to simply rip off of him, forcing a horrified yelp out of the poor captain.

"Don't-" he gritted his teeth, "don't you dare!"

Before he could react, you twisted his entire body around with impressive strength until he faced the earth. Kaeya struggled to wriggle out as you slowly crawled lower, your hands pinning down his tiny waist until your chest laid between his thighs. His ass was all bare and exposed for you, and you salivated at the tight hole hiding in between.

Kaeya gasped when he felt something wet trail up the crevice of his ass.

"Get off of me!" He immediately shrieked, trying to kick you away but you kept a firm grip on his thighs. He could do nothing but twist around in vain, his nails digging into the earth as he tried to pull himself away from you.

A small whimper escaped his lips as your tongue prodded through his little virgin cunt.

"N-Ngh..!" He whined, pressing his forehead into the grass as he felt the humiliation bubble within him. His hips buckled from the sudden odd yet overwhelming feeling, and you grinned against his plush asscheeks.

"It seems that the poor cavalry captain enjoys this..." You teased.

"SHUT UP!" He barked. "Get off, asshat! I swear to the seven, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna—AH!"

He felt a sudden sting as something longer and bigger forced it's way through his hole, digging deep despite the dry friction that made it so much more difficult. And it hurts.

You pressed your middle finger deep into the writhing captain, crawling deep into his unexplored walls and feeling yourself swell up in bliss. Because this was Kaeya Alberich's ass you were fingering! Your dick was growing so hard at this point that it's starting to hurt.

"Shit— Stop it!" He cried out, hips attempting to buck away as he hissed from the burning stretch. He didn't think it'd hurt this bad. "Are you deaf?! I said STOP!!"

He shouldn't be surprised when you only went further, and then your fingers curled.

The sudden wave of pleasure coursed through Kaeya's lithe body, and he choked on a moan. What was that? What did you do? And why did it feel... Good?

You chuckled darkly, prodding against that one spot and forcing out broken moans from the captain. "Looks like I've hit the bullseye." You grinned. "It feels so good, doesn't it? Admit it, Alberich. You love it, and you want more."

"FUCK YOU!!" He shrieked, beyond ashamed and humiliated by how your words stirred up his composure, and how some of them were true. It felt good, but he didn't want anymore of it. Because it hurt like a bitch, and he just didn't want you doing this to him in general.

"No, Kaeya." You grinned, chuckling jeeringly. "I'm gonna fuck you."

Kaeya blanches.

"No." He breathed out, vigorously shaking his head as you stood up and pressed a boot firmly against the small of his back, keeping him in place. "No, No, NO! Get off of me you- you sick MANIAC!!"

Kaeya writhed wildly when he heard buckling coming from behind him, unable to escape from the pressure of your weight holding him down. He could feel the first sob beginning to break through, but through some ridiculous pride, he managed to keep it in... For now.

Eventually, your hands returned and groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading them apart to reveal his hole, glistening from your saliva. Your thumbs pressed through the still tight cunt and they spread the puffy rim, all while your eyes remained fixated on the sight you've been dreaming about for years.

Kaeya began breaking when he felt the head of your cock press against him.

"NO!" He struggled, pathetically twisting and turning like a caught prey desperate for it's unreachable freedom. It amused you, the way he thought he could get away with this.

"HELP! Somebody, help me!" He cried out, feeling his eyes prickle with tears before a choked sound of pain escaped through his lips as you breached him.

He howled into the ground when he felt you press through his unprepared hole, your fat cock digging through the tight rim, forcing it to spread apart to accommodate your girth. It felt like being speared by hot iron; it fucking burns.

But to you, it felt like you've ascended to Celestia itself. You couldn't believe it, you thought you were in a blissful dream. Because here you are, Kaeya Alberich underneath you, taking in your cock even if unwillingly. It dawned upon you that this may be the only chance you'll ever get, so you'll savor every moment of it.

Kaeya was writhing and crying out the entire time as you took your sweet, agonizing time with pressing your cock into him. His sobs echoed through the night sky, pleading for mercy while desperately calling out for help. Luck was not on the captain's side tonight, as not even one patrolling guard could be seen anywhere.

"Stop! Stop, please!" He sobbed, voice hoarse and painful. "Agh! It hurts- fuck, it hurts!"

"Shh..." You whispered into his ear, sighing as your hips finally met his round ass. "You'll enjoy it soon, dear captain..."

And before he knew it, you grabbed his hips, pulled out and slammed back into him. His back arched beautifully as he screamed into the air, pain filling his entire being.

"Archons, you feel so good..!" You gasped, relishing in the way Kaeya squeezed so perfectly around your cock, his walls moulding perfectly around the intricate shape of your dick. "You feel amazing, Sir Kaeya! I'm gonna fuck you so good, captain, I promise!"

"N-No—!" He couldn't even finish his sentence when you thrusted once more, sending jolts of agony through his trembling body. It hurt, it burned, it stung and it was nothing but pure torture for the young captain. His body rocked alongside each snap of your hips, paired with the pained yet pleasured sounds pouring out of his mouth, he was the picture of a dicked down slut itself.

The sight was utterly beautiful for you. Kaeya, underneath you - even if he was facing away - shuddering and moaning as he took in your cock like the good whore he is. And his cunt gave you pleasure beyond what a man should be worthy of receiving. You couldn't help but thrust into him like an unyielding piston, fucking him mercilessly, brutally, cruelly. It was suddenly so much easier to thrust, and you know well that Kaeya's skin had broke and bled. Perhaps it was his battered body's form of mercy, to provide lubrication even if it meant bleeding.

No matter, because you only grinned in delight. Kaeya's blood was on your skin, and you couldn't be more happier.

You fucked him raw and deep, your large cock drilling into his insides and threatening to break him. His legs trembled like a wilting flower, unable to hold himself up if not for the hands that kept his ass up. His hair was all over his face, and you couldn't catch a glimpse of his beauty as he took your dick.

You decided that you didn't like that.

In a swift motion, you turned him around so he's laying on his back. Steam blew out of your nose at the ravishing sight of Kaeya's red, tear-streaked face, eyes rolling back into his head as he pants heavily. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, he didn't even have the strength to stop your hands as you hikes his knees up to his chest. His flexibility impressed and aroused you, so you began fucking him once more.

"P-please..!" He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan as you fucked into his prostate. "Stop, stop it, please..! Hahh..! I-I can't— not anymore..! Let me g-go..!"

"How could I ever..?" You frowned, utterly repulsed by such an idea. How could you ever, when you finally had him in your grasp? Mercy, what a foolish idea. There was no need for mercy when desire had taken over, and your desire took over everything.

His slender, svelte body bounced as you pounded into him yet again, wanton moans escaping those plump lips that you couldn't help but devour them once more.

Kaeya weakly tried to push you off as your ravenous lips and tongue made a mess down his mouth. You tasted every bit of his wet cavern, the tip of your tongue trailing all over his cheeks and gums that he couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation. You could feel his salty tears even in his mouth, and just like every part of him, it was sweet and delicious.

You broke the kiss with an audible pop, and admired Kaeya's now red and glistening lips. Saliva trailed out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down to the ground as he panted once more.

A debauched whore, you thought.

Wanting to taste more, your pulled against the cleavage hole of his blouse until his choker ripped off, allowing you more access through his slutty shirt. His nipples were brown and perky, budding in sensitivity the moment your thumbs rolled them, that you couldn't help but salivate.

Your lips wrapped around those trembling buds and Kaeya whined loudly.

"N-No..!" He cried, weakly punching against your back. "Stop, please! Please!"

Oh, poor cavalry captain, begging so pathetically. He must be feeling so humiliated right now, having his body used up like an object, all at your brutal mercy.

You sucked on his nipples vigorously, tongue lapping and swirling around his nubs while you occasionally clamped your teeth around them. Kaeya howled from the assault of pleasure that broke his mind, arching his back while trying to twist away from your grip. Your hips never ceased thrusting, and the feeling of having both his prostate and nipples abused drove him wild.

And then you grabbed his hardened, leaking cock, and all hell broke loose.

White liquid splattered all over his stomach as he cums with a scream, his bucking up as he came all over your hand. You ceased all movement immediately by the pleasant surprise, and slowly pulled off of his chest as Kaeya began panting from his forcefully pulled orgasm.

His eyelids fluttered open to find you grinning down at him.

"See?" Your lips stretched from ear to ear, rows of teeth glinting menacingly as you brandished your cum-stained hands. "You loved it."

"No..." Kaeya slowly shook his head, dawning horror settling upon him but he was too exhausted to lash out. "I didn't, I—"

"You came, Kaeya." You chuckled, "It means you think it felt good. You think my cock felt good, you whore. You like being fucked. And I'll indulge you, my sweet captain, until you're begging for more."

Kaeya felt you grab his arms, a strong grip pulling them down towards you, and threw his head back with a choked moan as you thrusted in deep. It didn't take long before you were fucking his battered body once more, returning the sting that multiplied from the oversensitivity of cumming.

"A-Ah—!!" He gasped, turning his head away as he felt the unwanted pleasure return once more. Why didn't you stop? When will you stop? Will you ever stop? He didn't know, but he just wanted this entire thing to be over. Why won't the Archons help him? Barbatos, why won't you rescue him?

The way you held his arms down forced him to press his tits together, and with each thrust you could see the mounds of flesh bounce along in sync. It was beautiful, so utterly ethereal, and it'll remain in your memory for the rest of your life.

Kaeya didn't know how long you fucked him until he felt your warm seed shoot out right into him.

It revolted him.

You groaned as you finally came, and was filled with euphoria immediately after. You came while fucking Kaeya Alberich. You came inside of Kaeya Alberich.

You pulled out, agonizingly slow for the captain, and watched the way your cum dripped out of his trembling hole.

You felt yourself rise again. Kaeya cries when he felt your hands spread his legs once more, begging for the mercy you've never had in you.

The next day, the cavalry captain resigned for unknown reasons. Unknown to everyone but you.

Sukuna Ryoumen x top!male reader x Itadori Yuuji

cw:: threesome.|cumplay.|nicknames.|brief lap grinding.|stripper au.|feminization [cunt].

៚authors•note: Hi it's been a long time.

Imagine stripper sukuna and itadori on their knees, looking up with their tongues out waiting for the taste of your cum

"Daddy? Are you cum-"

"Oi asshat hurry up and cum would you?" You could only furrow your eyebrows at sukuna's brattiness "little shit, shut the fuck up. Brat." Your tone made itadori whimper and sukuna snort

"D-don't worry about him daddy. M' here m' gonna be a good boy." The pink-haired boy hurriedly said before sticking out his tongue afraid he might not get to taste your semen

"Tch, m' also a good-"

"You aren't. Might as well let yuuji here drink all my cum since he's being a good boy." You teased

"N-No!" The older twin whined raising his voice.

"Watch your fucking mouth. Boy." Gritting your teeth you felt yourself on edge "D-Daddy's gonna cum?" With eagerness, itadori scoot closer and angled his mouth higher. With Sukuna following his hand moving up to touch you only to be slapped away

"Watch it. I swear yuuji can have everything." Jerking your hands faster you felt yourself cumming

Looking down to watch you cum covered the two boys chins and tongues

Sukuna latches unto the tip of your cock sucking more. Pushing him away when you felt overstimulated

The two on the other hand didn't immediately swallow your cum but instead began making out playing with your cum before swallowing it

Showing both their mouths to tell you they swallowed everything

"Daddy? Fuck me." Pushing you to sit on the couch letting itadori grind unto you

Sukuna coming up to your ears to whisper words to help hardened your cock they love so much

"C'mon daddy, fuck some manners back to us, want you to go rough in my needy cunt."

Here's a list of what I mainly write for and do not write! I am an experimental writer and am not limited to suggestions!(Much like twitter)

Slashers and horror characters

Creepypasta (Sally and Ben with be platonic)

What I won't write!

sc@t

p!ss

vore

Underaged stuff

I do not roleplay (I don't know how). If I forget about your submission don't be afraid to dm me! Other than that

jjk request? here ya go! morning sex with nanami in the kitchen cause he's the breakfast 🤤 mans was crying while getting eaten out on the kitchen counter cause y'all did it till he passed out last night, what more to add a few more rounds in the kitchen? 🤔

—Housewife

Nanami Kento x top!male reader

cw:: degradation.|feminization.|rimming.|mention of threesome.|breeding k.|light cnc.|dubcon.

៚authors•note: the last part is somebody's req so might make a part two. Who knows?

Nanami wakes up early so he could do cleaning and cooking. Waking you up with a stoic yet loving face. Though particular morning you were awoken early caused by a lewd dream.

"Y-y/n! Stop! We did...it last...night!" Nanami is now panting his hands trembling while he cut whatever it is you were supposed to eat

Pulling away from his rim your saliva connecting to it "c'mon Nanami, let me do it. Don't be fucking selfish." Retaliating you went back to eating him out

Kento couldn't do anything but grip the marble counter. A few moments he felt a knot in his stomach the pleasure building up waiting for its release

"Y/n..! I'm-I'm cumm-" a loud whimper resonated from his mouth before cumming on his apron, his eyes getting watery from being overstimulated

"Fucking slut. You came just having your rim licked? Whore." The degrading word only spurred the blonde more.

"M' no whore..!" His tears slipping out "really?" You spread his flesh to properly see his gaping rim making you burst out of laughter "Cause this shit says otherwise." Mocking him you stuck a finger in his slippery hole earning you a whimper.

He instinctively pushed back craving the friction inside him. Thrusting your fingers a few more times before taking it out.

"Want you to suck my cock." At this point, you were standing full height whispering in his ears while your hands wander all over his body.

"N-no y/n it's too early for-" interrupting him by biting his earlobe harshly due to your irritation "Fuckin' do it ken! You wanna be a good bitch right? I made you cum, now make me too!" Your voice held irritation and need

Without any choice left the sorcerer turned around kneeling, taking the painful restriction off of you. Lapping your cock and fondling your balls he hastily tries to make you cum

"Mouth. I want mouth"

"No. Y/n I-" gritting your teeth you pushed him away dragging him by his arms and switching place with you. You now were the one leaning on the counter

"Would you stop being so fucking selfish?!" You spat, anger and irritation lingering "...o-okay." Kneeling on the hard wood he met your crotch.

With fear bubbling in his insides he sucked your cock wholly.

"That's it," grabbing both sides of his head you began fucking his mouth like a fuck toy "Good bitch." Groaning and huffing every time his throat constricted from gagging

Finally, you pulled out "turn around. Bend over the table," In fear of angering you further, he complied. "Such a good little housewife ain't ya?" Nanami only moaned in acknowledgment.

Dipping your head back on his rim, you start to lube it with your spit, stretching it out for a bit. The squelching sounds made the blonde flustered

Hooking your fingers on the apron tie you pulled the upper knot "take off your shit. Leave the apron." With his ass being eaten his trembling hands shuffle to take it off and tying the upper knot again.

Finishing to lube his entrance up you spit on your hands jerking your cock before fucking it inside him.

Grabbing his hips you angled the spot where your cock deliciously kiss his prostate. "Fuck!" Kento could only mumble curses while he bounces on your dick

"You like that shit ken'?"

"Yes! Fuck! Y-y/n!" His mind began to shoot blanks his neglected cock began to throb as it grinds on his apron.

"You gonna be a good wife and not push me away got that?" Nodding at your words kento chased his high "or I'll fuck gojo in front of you, he might be a better housewife you know."

"N-no! I swear I won't push you away...anymore! M' gonna be a g-good...housewife!" Retaliating at your threat like it didn't spur him when you threaten him.

Gojo. Yeah, he's an irritating mother fucker. But Nanami always thought how he would look like being all broken and tore up by you, Since that he always told him how he like you and how he kept asking for a three-way.

"Better be." With a harsh snap of your hips, a scream of your name tore out of his mouth along with clamping of his inside while he cums on his apron

After a short breather, you thrust a few more times before pushing your dick all the way inside him filling him up.

"See babe, give and receive," pulling out of him your cum didn't drip out, how could it? It's in a special place now, deep inside your good wife. Grabbing his throat to pull him closer. "Be good now. I might fuck that needy perverted brat spying on us right now." You whisper before kissing his fucked out face.

Nanami's legs gave up so you decided to carry him back to your shared bedroom.

You could see how gojo snuck away hurriedly. Thinking about what you said you thought about it. Yeah, you should fuck him along with Kento.

You might. Just wait.

yours

nanami kento

photo by ShuOuma me thinks 

WARNINGS: IMPLIED KINDAPPING, YANDERE NANAMI, COLLARS, SHOCK COLLARS, PAIN / TORTURE, MIND BREAK, DARK THEMES, BELLY BULGE, WORSHIPPING, OBSESSION AND MANIPULATION, OVERSTIM, FERAL READER

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