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Ian as a nun! I hate his ass !!! why would jambee make him so relatable ?? fuck !!

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One Must Stake His Claim: Prologue 

Or: How It Started 

[Chapter One] [Masterlist]

Nightbringer Diavolo + Lucifer x Male Reader 

Genre: ? (Hard to say, it’s not really sweet enough to be fluff or harsh enough to be angst).

Summary: The first sprouts of a rivalry start to emerge when Diavolo makes his attraction to the new human painfully evident. 

Content/Warnings: Slightly suggestive but not really, just some sly implications, jealous Luci, smug Dia, oblivious MC, MC is referred to with he/him pronouns, this takes place at the beginning of Nightbringer when there’s still tension between Dia and Luci

A/N: This is stupidly self indulgent. Literally just me indulging in a fantasy i’ve been marinating in for days. I know for a fact I will be made fun of for this /lh

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“I want him.”

The words come out of Diavolo’s mouth so suddenly that Lucifer nearly chokes on air. 

They’re said with such a casual joviality, yet they feel so heavy, falling from the prince’s lips and crashing onto the pristine white tile at Lucifer’s feet. 

“…Y…You what…?”

“I want him,” Diavolo repeats simply, “He’s quite cute. I’m inclined to keep him for myself.” 

He nods in the direction that you just walked off in, and Lucifer looks down that hall just in time to catch the last glimpse of you before you disappear behind a door. His mouth hangs open in a terribly undignified manner as he slowly turns back to Diavolo. The demon prince laughs heartily, patting Lucifer’s shoulder as though he’s just said something hilarious. 

“What’s the look for, friend? Are you surprised that His Majesty could ever find time for genuine attraction between lavish soirées and keeping his nose in the air?”

He laughs again, rather fond of his own joke, and this time the sound makes Lucifer’s hands tremble as they resist the urge to ball into fists. 

“No,” Lucifer forces out, “I’m just surprised at your…” 

He pauses, fishing around for the right word. 

“…audacity.”

There’s a brief pause, then, before Diavolo’s laughter resumes, even more raucous than before. The prince simply can’t help himself. 

“Oh, Lucifer!” he manages through his fit, “You never were all that good at hiding your true feelings. Tell me, what about that bothers you so much?”

Lucifer is silent for a long few moments—partly because he despises trying to talk to Diavolo when he’s laughing so hard, and partly because he’s struggling to find the words to explain himself in a manner that will save his pride. 

“You talk as though you’ve some sort of…claim to him,” Lucifer begins, but he’s not sure how to continue. The last few notes of Diavolo’s laughter stop short as he quirks a brow curiously. 

“I only mean that…I wouldn’t expect you of all people to speak of him that way,” Lucifer finally says. 

“…You lie,” Diavolo says slowly. A sly grin slowly splits his face, and Lucifer swallows hard. 

“You lie,” he repeats, “there’s much more to it than that. You can hold a stone face all you’d like, old friend, but your eyes give it away. You’re angry, Lucifer. Why is that?”

Something in his voice says that he already knows, that the question is pointless and he simply wants to hear Lucifer say it for his own satisfaction. When Lucifer is silent, Diavolo only presses more. 

“Are you truly worried for the human’s dignity? Is that it? I haven’t even insulted him, and yet you scowl as though I’ve said something terrible, as if I’ve insulted his entire lineage. You’d never jump at the chance to defend your brothers that way over something so minor, but you do it for a mere human, a species you used to feel only apathy towards.  So, what is it? Do you know something about him that I don’t?”

It’s a stupid thing to even imply, that Lucifer may be privy to any knowledge that Diavolo is not. The demon prince knows all that goes on in his kingdom. 

The silence that settles over them is heavy. Diavolo is smiling with a horrid expression of self satisfaction, and it only makes Lucifer’s scowl deepen.  

Finally, Lucifer opens his mouth to speak, and he can hardly hear his own voice. 

“You have no right.” 

You have no right to take him from me, that’s what he means, I deserve him more than you do. He doesn’t say it, but they both sense the unspoken words hanging in the air. 

Suddenly, Diavolo’s grin doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Oh, but I do, old friend,” Diavolo says matter-of-factly. He places a heavy hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“If I have no claim to him, then neither do you. Surely we can agree on that, no? After all, you’ve hardly done more than frown at him every moment he’s in the room. If that was your way of courting him, I’m afraid it’s failed you.”

Lucifer growls and pushes Diavolo’s hand away. 

“I won’t let you take him that easily,” he snaps. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Diavolo responds without a moment of hesitation, “I just hope you know what you’re getting into challenging a demon.” 

“You don’t scare me, don’t even try.”

Diavolo only hums in reply before promptly turning on his heel to leave. 

“In that case,” he says with a shrug, now standing in the doorway, “you should prepare for quite the spirited battle.”

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oh could you, maybe. possibly. expand on the ghost reader with tighnari and gorou?

Pairings: Tighnari, Gorou x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, ghost!reader, sub/bottom characters, teasing, public play, handjob, breeding, heat cycles

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots

Author's Note: I hope this is to your liking, anon! I couldn't think of another way to expand on this idea except some scenarios like this 😅

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Tighnari's gloved hands dig into the large tree trunk as he leans against it, panting and bucking his hips into a touch that seems human-like though its source remains invisible. He swallows dryly, a chill crawling up his spine while the fur on his tail and ears sticks up, alerting him to some strange presence in the area

It was bad enough that it was the beginning of his heat cycle, but now he had to deal with these phantom touches again! Always drifting down to his most sensitive places and working him up until he came at least once

Transparent fingers curled around Tighnari's cock as you jerked him off roughly with schlick schlick noises filling the air. The only thing that could possibly drown out the lewd sounds were the fox boy's moans, grunts, and groans while you pulled his first orgasm out of him. Cum painted the bark on the tree as Tighnari's hips jerked, chasing the tightness of your hand wrapped around his dick

He knew this wasn't over though. It never was. After he took a few minutes to catch his breath, he knew that he would be pushed or pulled into another position and, if you were needy enough, something big would be inserted into his ass or mouth, depending on your mood

Today was definitely a day where you were needy enough. As you pushed Tighnari onto the ground, you ripped his pants off and tossed the cloth aside. His sweet ass was now on full display for you and anyone else who happened to pass by this part of the jungle. And, as luck would have it, a group of several forest rangers were about to head over to this exact area to check on the air pressure and nearby flora for any drastic changes

The poor man could only groan as you inserted a finger into his ass, using the cum and slick from his cock as lube to push into him a bit easier. His hole was gradually stretched open while you fingered him, keeping his hips high in the air and his head firmly pressed against the grass

Tighnari tensed up when the tip of your cock prodded at his entrance, slowly pushing past his ring of muscles and pulling slutty moans from the lewd fox as every inhibition left his brain. Tighnari in heat was a complete whore. Once you had him in a position to take dick, he'd quickly accept his situation and let his hormones run rampant. Moaning without a care in the world and thrusting his hips like an obedient slut

By the time the group of forest rangers arrived and peeked around the tree, Tighnari was too far gone to notice or care. Their confused, wide-eyed stares focused on the man's hole that was seemingly gaping around nothing, stretching rhythmically as if something was being inserted over and over. His arms were limp on the ground, his tongue had lolled out of his mouth and created a puddle of drool on the ground, and obscene noises fell from his lips nonstop while he clenched around nothing

His hips were pushing back against something that none of them could perceive as he craved the thick object penetrating his ass. Chanting “Moremoremoremore” and “Harder! Fill me, breed my little holes– Ooooohhh yeeeaahh—!! ” while you pounded him so brutally that he wouldn't be able to sit down for a few days

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“A-aahh!! H-hey...it's you ag-gain...” The startled puppy said, his eyes adjusting to the darkness inside of his tent. The sensation of gentle hands caressing his chest made him feel a bit nervous, seeing as they usually didn't stop at gliding along Gorou's skin...

Invisible fingers played with Gorou's sensitive nipples until he became a whining, squirming mess on top of his blankets, rolling his hips without even realizing it

Sure enough, your touch trailed down his soft tummy, brushing your fingers through his little happy trail, until they dipped underneath the hem of his pants. Curling your digits around the cloth, you slowly remove it from Gorou's body and throw it down next to his bed somewhere. The puppy now laid bare naked, to anyone else it would appear as though he was alone, but both you and Gorou knew that that wasn't true

Wanting to take things a little slower than usual tonight, you refrained from touching the puppy boy's dick yet, opting to tease him by holding onto his hips and waist and maybe pressing against his hole just enough to rile him up. Gorou's heat had already affected him throughout the whole day and he had tried hard to suppress it, but after so many hours spent holding back...he was more than ready to let go and give in to the pleasant affection

Your erection rested heavily on top of Gorou's stomach, rubbing against his own hardening member with every shallow thrust of your hips as you became more excited. Eagerly licking your lips as your fingers pried the puppy's mouth open and forced their way inside, poking around while he whined in embarrassment

Fingerfucking his mouth was something you loved to do. He just looked so cute every time... What with his lips stretched around your invisible digits, his tongue licking at them as he coated them in his spit, the way his pretty eyes closed halfway from lust. The way Gorou didn't even try to push you off or squirm away no matter how rough you were with him. He could be gagging and choking on your fingers loudly, while you fucked his tight throat until his eyes rolled back, and your cute puppy would still arch into your touch and accept your ministrations with little complaint

Tonight though, you wanted to be a bit more gentle. So you simply thrust your fingers into his wet cavern long enough to lube them up, pulling out of Gorou's mouth and prepping his ass so that you wouldn't hurt him when you inevitably slid your dick inside

Gorou's whines turned into adorable whimpers as your cock fucked him open, slowly at first, since you were pretty big. Though he quickly begged for more, succumbing to his heat in the safety of the tent. And you weren't about to deny his simple request, so you pushed in another inch, then another, and another, until you just rammed the rest in and bottomed out

Cum from Gorou's dick pooled on his pale chest as another orgasm tore through his body, shrill moans echoing within the tent all the while. The little puppy's hips never stopped bucking as he begged to be filled more, begged for whatever phantom that was currently balls deep within him to breed him full of their kids. Gorou in heat only had one thought filling that pretty little head; breed me! Breed me! Cum in me! Fill me! I'll do anything for you, just pump your seed into my womb and don't let any spill out~ 🧡

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Her Little Brother

(Haikyuu) Karasuno x Male Reader (platonic)

664 words

Karasuno Vollyball team finding out that you’re Kiyoko’s little brother!

Kiyoko Shimizu was never one to talk a lot. She preferred it that way. It wasn't that she didn’t enjoy talking, but she never felt like she had much that was worth saying. This fact led to her personal life being a bit of a mystery to the volleyball team. None of the members could actually say much about what she did in her free time or what her home life was like. Except for the third years. So when a very pretty first year showed up to practice one evening, everyone was a bit confused.

You were honestly just coming to see how much longer Kiyoko had to be at practice. You finished with your own club activities early and were either planning to walk home by yourself or hang around the gym for a bit so you could walk home with Kiyoko. What you didn’t expect was to immediately draw the attention of every person in the gym. In their defense they were all taking a break so when the big doors to the gym burst open it was bound to draw some attention but you didnt expect for every eye in the room to turn to you.

A man that was the closest to you, who you recognized to be a teacher, spoke.

“Can we help you?”

“Oh,” Your voice trailed off feeling awkward at all the attention. “I’m looking for Kiyoko?”

“What do you want with our Kioyko huh?”

The voice startled you. The man speaking wasnt threatening, but it certainly sounded like he was trying very hard to be. When you locked eyes with the man you recognized him. Kiyoko speaks of all of her teammates but this one. This one you had heard more than a few stories about. He was Tanaka Ryuunosuke, a second year winged spiker, and one of the more extreme examples of people being obsessed woth Kiyoko. The realization almost made you laugh but you pushed down the noise as to not laugh in this strangers face. Even if you did know about him.

Before you could speak another voice chimed in.

“Yeah, what kind of business could you have with our gorgeous Kioyko.”

Nishinoya Yuu, a second year libero.

No matter how hard you tried to hold it back Nishinoyas words did make you chuckle. The sound of your laugh only seemed to make the second years angryier.

“Are you laughing at us?” Tanaka asked.

“Guys-“ You heard Suga speak. His voice was a fimiliar one, even though you didnt know him too well you had met a few times and had come to recognize his voice. He clearly recognized you too and you assumed he wanted to clear up the confusion you clearly started even more than you did.

At this point you were drawing a croud. All the vollyball players were starting to surround you in a semi circle making you shrivel up under the attention. Still you tried to compose yourself and speak but once again you were beaten to the punch.

“Y/n?”

Kioykos voice was confused. But you turned to the sound and smiled awkwardly. You had caused more of a scene than you had planned and you hoped that she wasn’t mad at you for this.

“Kioyko! You know this guy?” Nishinoya said shocked.

“Who is this kid? He looks like a first year!” Tanaka followed up.

Kiyoko gave a blank stare at the two for a moment. You almost wondered if she was going to answer them at all or just flat out ignore them. But she did eventually answer them with a quiet sigh.

“He’s my brother.”

“Your brother?”

There were multiple voices that spoke in that moment. Clearly Kiyoko hadn’t shared that she wasn’t an only child with anyone but the third years. Their confusion and utter astonishment made you laugh again.

Introductions were definitely in order, but you knew you would be holding this little interaction over everyones head for years to come.

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Hi!! I’ve recently stumbled accross your CoD fics and i LOVE your writing /gen

If your still doing requests could you do an intimidating reader who secretly has bright pink hair? Like they dont talk much and almost fully hide their face and hair under a balaclava mask combo all the time

Preferably paired with ghost, soap or könig please

Thank you! I hope your doing well and have a good day :D

Soap's Pink-Haired Boyfriend

Hello @neon-lights-27 and thank you for the request!

Was quite interesting to write so I did go kinda simple on this one but enjoyed making it.

Please enjoy!

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When Soap finish met Y/n, he had expected a newbie that was going to need to be taught the ropes of being with the 141. Maybe a bit excited, curious, or hell, even nervous. Y/n was the complete opposite.

Similar to Ghost, Y/n had this deep, dark arua that he carried around with him, which Soap still teased him about till this day along with the balaclava he wore. The man lurked over each recruit and even König had to look up at him. The worst part, however, was that he was deathly silent when in the base or field.

At least Ghost spoke from time to time but Y/n was a whole different story.

He didn't talk.

He just mostly stared with sometimes occasional grunts, and most of the time Soap would have to teach himself how to translate each look he sent him when they finally got together.

He could proudly say he was now fluent in reading Y/n's stares and grunts.

Aside from Y/n being the big scary man that followed him around the base just about everywhere, there was one thing Y/n decided to share with only him.

Y/n had Pink hair.

Hot Pink Hair.

Soap found it adorable when Y/n said it was truly pink and didn’t even bother questioning it.

He always found himself running his fingers through it when he could on a daily basis, even in front of the Newbies just to make a statement that he belonged to Y/n and Y/n belonged to him.

Hell, MacTavish was so touchy that Price had to separate them from each other on mission when he had caught them doing...very explicit things on the field.

Soap and Y/n were lucky they only got scolded by the Captain and not something much worse.

He let them off easy with cleaning the entire base until there was not a speck of dust for a good three weeks.

But aside from that, Y/n was probably the best thing to happen to Soap, and he had no intentions on letting man go.

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141 + König reacting to you taking off your mask.

taking off ur bally 😜😜✌️✌️😗😗🫶🫶

warnings: fluff, british slang 😛

FLASHING GIF WARNING

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Price

He had known the reason why you wore a balaclava and if he's honest. He hadn't ever expected you to take it off.

That was until today.

It was a simple mission really, do some fancy dress up party and poison the target.

However, to get into the party you need to have a partner

So, you and Price partnered up and went to the party as a fake couple. You wore a simple red dress and he wore a tuxedo.

The day before the mission he approached you. "Planning to paint your mask to match the dress, Sergeant?" He joked.

"No sir." You shake your head. "Actually, I wasn't going to wear it at all but now that you say that I might have another idea." You scoff at Price's dissapointed expression.

On the day of the mission you and Price are sat in a vehicle, he's running through the mission with you and take your mask off.

His look alone sent shivers down your spine. You expected him to look at you with horror or disgust but to your suprise he looked at you with admiration.

"Bloody hell, your beautiful, sarge." He said, his voice raspy and his throat dry.

"Don't get too excited, captain." You laugh.

Ghost

You and Ghost had some things in common.

You both were traumatised at a young age and you both wore masks.

He cared for you somewhat. Like how he cared for Soap

Except he liked you more.

During this mission it hadn't gone well. You had a bullet graze the side of your head and now you were splayed across the concrete floor with Ghost surrounded by mangled metal.

"Wheres the bleeding?" Ghost checked everywhere.

"My head." You mutter, turning your head to show a dark patch on your mask.

"May I?" Ghost's fingers hooked under your mask as if he was going to rip it off anyway.

You furrow your brows and roll your eyes. "It's not like I have a bloody choice, i'm bleeding to death you tosser."

Ghost grumbles something under his breath before peeling the mask off and placing it beside your head.

You swear you see his eyes widen the teeny tiniest bit. His eyes trail down your face for a split second before setting on your bleeding skull. "Right.." He says with a sigh, his voice hoarse.

"Enjoying the view?" You scoff, wincing when he starts treating your wound.

"You wish." He mumbles, his gaze flickering down to your face and lingering there for a few seconds.

Soap

You and Soap had been dating for 3 years. Not once have you taken your mask off.

He doesn't mind but all he wants is for you to trust him.

Soap allowed to stay off while you were recovering from a near-death experience. His left arm was hanging on by a thread after being abushed in a mission. He survived and is now on drugs so he can handle the pain.

You visited after his deployment to see how he was. He acted like a drunk man when he saw you, probably from the drugs.

"Who the feck are you..?" He slurred, his head lolling to one side. "My girlfriend won't be happy to see this.." He mutters.

You giggle and take a seat beside his bed. "I am your girlfriend, Johnny." You look down at his leg. It's stitched neatly. You grimace for a moment. You can handle all the gore in the world but your boyfriends? Now thats a different story.

You hear his heartbeat monitor pick up. "You wha?" He asks, his voice higher pitched and his brows raised.

"I'm your girlfriend." You slowly place a hand on his face.

"Fucking hell." He mutters, his eyes wide. "Are you sure? I'm abit of a twat." He shuffles, trying to sit up however you place a hand on his chest and push him back down.

"If I wasn't your girlfriend would I do this?" You hesitantly lift your mask up and lean close, kissing his cheek. You do this because he'll probably forget about it but its precious to see his reaction anyway.

"Fuck me sideways." He says under his breath, looking at you with admiration. His eyes stare at your eyes then the little scar on your left eyebrow. Then the burn scar shaped like a cross. Presumably from a branding iron. He then stared at your lips. He licked his then spoke.

"Can you do that again? But on my lips this time."

Gaz

"Listen i'm so sorry.. I don't even know how this happened I swear i'll fix it." Gaz protested. He accidentally ripped your mask while in a sparring match, thankfully you covered your face before anyone else saw.

"Gaz, it's fine." You say a little sarcastically. Sure, you were pissed he had ripped your only mask but he offered to fix it so there wasn't much point in being annoyed with him. "I want it fixed by tomorrow."

"Of course. I promise it'll be fixed." He even pinky swore on it.

After a long 12 hours of being in your room without letting anyone in with fear that they will see you without your mask you hear a knock at the door. "Gaz?"

"I've got your mask. Can I come in." He asks, twisting the door knob.

"Alright.." You mumble and sit up. Watching the door open and Gaz step in, he shuts it behind him and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you.

"Christ." He swallows hard. "You don't really need this mask, do you? It's only a silly balaclava." He waves it around.

"Kyle give it here." You hold your hand out and Gaz sighs, walking up to you and handing it over. He visibly tenses up when your hand brushes against his.

"So does that mean you'll wear it less around me?" He sounds excited, his eyes fixed on your face as you slipped the mask back on.

"Don't get your hopes up, mate. Thanks for fixing it though." You stand up and give him a wink, hitting his shoulder playfully.

König

"Jesus christ how do you wear your hood for so long." You sigh, blowing raspberries through your lips and lifting the bottom of your mask up to let some air through.

It was a heatwave at the base and you were MELTING

"Mine's baggy. More airflow." König stared down at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Why don't you take it off?"

"Fuck off you manky wank-stain." You laugh, shaking your head. "Bloody hell." You whine, the heat irritating you.

"I have a spare hood if you want it, liebe." He offered. "Come." He gestures for you to follow him and you do. He takes you to his room and he rumages through his drawer, tossing you a shirt with two holes in it.

"The bloody hell is this?" You giggle, looking at the massive shirt. "Your a size.. XXL?" You look at the tag.

"Just put the shirt on, selbstgefällig." He rolls his eyes which widen when he sees you take your mask off. It was truly a beautiful sight. Your cheeks pink and flushed from the heat, some strands of hair stick to your forehead. It was all interrupted when you slipped the shirt over your head.

"Schatz.." He mumbles. "Your very pretty, you know. You don't need it." He holds his head low.

"Thank you, König thats very kind of you." You smile under the shirt and adjust it. "Thanks for the hood aswell." You step forward and cup where you think his face is from under the mask. "I'll wear this more often."

You leave the room, leaving König flustered, flabbergasted and head over heels in love.

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here u go pookies come here and kiss me

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Man Maid

CW: Fighting, Swearing, Blue-balling, Dottore

“It has come to my attention that most of us in this room is not really leaving the place in best condition, I’m not naming anyone but you know who you guys are.” Pierro says tapping the papers together in front of him, everyone in said room had major egos and thought it was everyone else leaving the mess, but there was one person that popped up first in everyone’s minds; Dottore. Which led to everyone looking at thought male. It didn’t take long for him to notice the looks, “I hope you all die.”

Pierro instantly pulls everyone’s attention back, “that being said, through some carefully hand picked performances of thirty people only one person has completed the entire process, so now, may I introduce our new maid-“ the door to the conference room gently opened and what many of the harbingers were expecting was a woman turned out to be a grown man, he wasn’t the tallest nor looked really stronger than some of the people standing in the room, what made him so special?

“[Name].” With your name being called you quickly closed the door behind you and made your way next to Pierro, giving a quick bow to your, now, superiors. “He will be handling the cleaning, and assisting the lot of you, he has a set schedule on which one of you he will be helping but if you really need something from him you’ll each get buttons that will summon him to your aid, whether to say he’ll show up or not is a different matter, I trust you’ll try not to kill him within the first week.” And once again everyone looked at Dottore. “Fuck you all! I’m out’a here!” Dottore leaves in a huff.

You continue to have a smile on your face the rest of the meeting, leaving some of the harbingers wonder what the fuck you’re thinking about, not talking and always looking straight ahead at nothing, almost as if you were a robot. “And that about covers everything, you may all go back to your work.” Pierro says to the harbingers, though he turns to you and says, “you may as well finish unpacking,” and you give a gentle bow quickly leaving.

Childe, Scaramouche, and La Signora walking the halls together talked about you like gossipy teenagers, “you think I can get him to break if Dottore doesn’t kill him by then?” Childe asks his two co-workers, “good luck on that did you even see how he just stood there like a robot? Likely chance is he already got to him and made him into a robot,” Signora scoffs as she turned a corner away from the others so she can get back to work.

Speak of the devil, Childe and Scara notice you walking towards them, your mind set on getting to your destination, “hey how about you come over-“ Childe says only to see you briskly walking right past them, Scara laughs at this and walks away leaving his ginger “friend” behind. Childe looked at where you were walking to, Dottore’s Office. “Rest in peace asshole.”

You had just got done unpacking and were making you’re way to Dottore’s Office to assist with anything. You reach his door, you had got a brief description of everyone and knew not to pull Dottore from his work, you merely opened the door and quietly closed it behind you, as to not make noise that would disturb him. And it had worked, he didn’t even spare a glance, you don’t even think he knows you’re in here. You look around the lab like room and assessed in your mind what needed to be cleaned and put things in order.

You spent the past few hours quietly cleaning the room, Dottore was so engrossed with his work he never even noticed you. You finally finish and you look at the now clean room, it was as you envisioned it. You gave a quick bow towards Dottore and made your leave, he had suddenly heard the click of the door closing and looked around the now clean room in shock, “how the fuc-“

You make your way back to your room when suddenly a certain frequency made its way into your right ear from your earpiece, it was Childe’s designated pitch, indicating he needs you.

You finally reach the area where Childe was, which looked to be a training arena for the Fatui, you spot the ginger fighting some subordinates in a designated fighting arena, you make your way over. Apparently he liked to fight a lot in means to get stronger, which you could respect.

You watched as he easily made work of the subordinates, when done, he noticed you and you quickly take bow, “now you can’t ignore me, I’ll give you two options, the easy way, or the hard way?” Little did he know, you loved challenges and would take them even if it would get him killed, you held up two fingers indicating you’d take the harder option which leaves the ginger a bit upset, but amused nonetheless, “everyone! I want you to make a mess of this room!” Which leaves everyone confused as to why which made Childe more upset, “NOW!” And everyone got to quick work messing the place up, leaving trash on the floor, sweaty towels everywhere, and placing dumbbells and various weights around, albeit some needing two people to move, “good enough, now leave!” They all briskly leave, in fear of what would happen if they don’t.

Childe then turns to you, “so comrade, think you can clean this up?” The ginger says with an evil-like laugh, though through it all your smile never dissipated, you watched as Childe went and laid down and a bench to relax, leaving you to clean this mess, you take off your coat and place it on Childe neatly, which took him off guard a little. You reached in your pocket and pulled out a stopwatch, taking a deep breath you start the watch and Childe can only watch dumbfounded as you effortlessly cleaned up the mess at an almost inhuman speed, even lifting the heavy weights with ease and walking back up to him while stopping the watch, you barely showed any sweat or strain, not even your breathing had changed. You simply grabbed your coat and put it back on, simply bowing. As you were about to leave his voice stopped you.

“Fight me.” You turned to him, that stupid smile, he oh so badly wanted to wipe that smile off of your face. He wanted to hear your voice but instead you just give a simple nod. It pissed him off, but he’s determined to make you talk, despite not being able to in the first place, you didn’t look the fittest nor the strongest, so he thought he could take you down easily.

Punches were heard in the empty room, you receiving said punches, this pissed Childe off royally, as he knew you weren’t even trying, and that stupid smile that he hated so much was still plastered on your face, “comrade, your not even gonna try?” It clicked in his head, you wanted permission to fight back, “I see now, you need permission to fight back, well then, I give you permission so to fight back, to make this fair,” your smile finally dropped, and Childe doesn’t know what it was about it but it sent fear throughout his body, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to put up a good fight.

Not even thirty minutes later he was under you, both sweating, he doesn’t know what it was but Childe found it exhilarating, not even realizing that he was getting flustered, you realized for him and it brought that stupid smile back to your face, he was in a vulnerable position and he weirdly liked it, he finally realized after he could feel his body getting hotter, and an all too familiar feeling rising down south. Shit eating grin plastered on your face as you knew what he was feeling, “I- ugh-“ we was instantly cut off when your knee pressed against him, he bit his lip so keep himself from gasping in pleasure.

A few minutes later and here he was, number eleven of the Fatui Harbingers reduced to moaning and whimpering for you to pleasure him, not caring if someone heard him as he would kill them later, “please, I- AA-“ we was cut off when you finally reached your hand into his pants, just when he thought he was finally going to get some release he heard a pitched frequency from your earpiece, you quickly get up leaving Childe hot, bothered, and confused, “comrade, where are you going?” He wanted you to finish him, he watched as you left him there with his problem, “asshole.” Was all he could say before you completely left the room.

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Idea: so, in the districts with the oirans, lets say Daki has a Kamuro (like a subordinate of a oiran who sometimes calls them sister, if they get along) that is child! reader and they get friendly and close. but one day, reader gets very sick and is there with daki. reader innocently expressed to want to be with daki forever. daki gets an idea to turn reader into a demon, but has to explain what they truly are and after reader accepts the blood, they meet her brother too. thoughts? tysm if you do this!

Oooo I like this idea, it is one of a kind! I will begin writing it very soon, thank you for requesting!

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FREE TO TALK — SATORU GOJO ✧

↺ synopsis: gojo picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you

↺ details: gojo x reader. smut. oral (fem. recieving), some dirty talk and i'm too lazy to identify the rest.

↺ a/n: BYE THIS IS SO BAD but i had to get it out of my drafts </3

satoru's a busy man — balancing his responsibilities as a teacher and as a sorcerer is no easy task, but he finds a way to make it work.

anyone who's known him for longer than a minute can easily tell that satoru's committed to his line of work. as much as he complains about it, the truth is that it's one of his top priorities. maybe even the first one.

and you get a taste of just how devoted satoru is when he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. 

"hello?" satoru cooes, eyes focused on your indignant expression as he holds a finger to his lips. "yeah, i'm free to talk. what is it?"

"free to talk?" you mouth at him incredulously. satoru replies with a wink and grins, enjoying the show. you're still pinned underneath him, bedsheets haphazardly strewn across your body, and satoru savors the sight of you all needy and pouty.

"yeah, take your time," satoru says amusedly to whoever's on the other side of the phone after a moment. when you reach up and swat satoru's chest indignantly, he uses his free hand to pin your wrists above your head, a clear warning in his eyes.

after a couple of mhm's and of course's, the conversation still isn't over. your patience is waning — who is satoru to just stop in the middle of fucking you to pick up a phone call and say that he's free to talk??

you try to distract yourself by thinking about the mindblowing sex you were having just minutes ago. the longing, glassy stares; the red scratch marks down satoru's back; and of course you couldn't leave out the words.

"fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." "atta girl, you're a natural slut, aren't ya?" "your pussy was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?"

how did that turn into "yeah, make sure the higher-ups know about this, otherwise they'll give me hell for it. mhm"?

after another bland minute, satoru rolls off of you and sits up with his back against the headboard, sheets falling to expose everything from his waist up. 

you whine in impatience, glaring at him like a sullen child. satoru basically just edged you — one second you're about to get to best orgasm of your life, the next you're forced to watch your boyfriend chat on the phone nonchalantly as if he wasn't just moaning your name like a slut three minutes earlier.

satoru shoots a glare at you and pats his lap, pressing a finger to his lips as a reminder to stay quiet.

well then, he shouldn't have picked up the phone in the middle of fucking you.

you scoot yourself into his lap, purposefully positioning yourself so that your pussy just barely rubs against the head of satoru's still-dripping cock.

it's so worth it when you hear satoru inhale a sharp breath and start to squirm under you, somehow both trying to push himself inside but also trying to inch himself away. it's like he can't decide, but the way his face flushes red speaks volumes.

his voice is breathier than normal as he squeezes his watery eyes shut. "yeah yeah, that's perfect. you mind if i put y'on hold for a sec? alright, thanks."

you glance over at satoru as he retracts the phone from his ear and puts it on mute. not even a second later, he's back on you, manhandling you into a position where he can comfortably eat your pussy, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't ya?" satoru cooes, looking up at you as he eats you out sloppily. a mixture of his saliva and your essence drips down his chin, and the lewd sounds slipping from his lips are pornworthy. the wail that slips out of your lips when satoru bites down on your thigh hard enough to leave a mark is anything but appropriate, especially when he presses his lips back to your pussy and laughs in the middle of tonguefucking you.

"fuck, you're so lucky my phone's on mute right now," satoru groans, still buried in between your thighs. "god, if my old man could hear you now—"

"your dad's on the other end of the phone?!" you gasp, swatting satoru's head and frantically reaching over him to check if the phone was actually on mute — knowing satoru, it could've just slipped his mind. intentionally.

satoru scowls, muttering a reminder for you to stay still while he eats his dessert before rolling his eyes and grumbling "what does it matter?"

"uh, that's embarrassing!" you whine. when satoru nudges his nose against you again, you reluctantly spread your thighs for him so he can continue his meal. satoru mumbles a thanks, but he doesn't respond beyond that.

"satoru!"

"what??"

"don't you have to finish your call?"

satoru sticks out his bottom lip, fixing his cerulean eyes on you and pouting. "you were just complaining about the call and now you want me to go back??"

"it's your dad, satoru," you groan, pushing his shoulders away from your legs and ignoring his protests. "you don't get any more pussy until you finish that damn call."

"i hate you."

"love you lots, baby."

satoru sighs dramatically and unmutes the call, not bothering to answer his dad's questions with answers longer than a word or two. after anotber minute of this, his dad finally hangs up and satoru lets out an elated cheer.

he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. 

"now, where were we?"

a/n: uhhhhhhhh

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They have a wet dream in your lap - Genshin Impact pt. 1

Pairings: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao, Venti, and Aether x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, somnophilia, clothed humping/grinding

After a long day spent adventuring and completing commissions, you and your companion set up camp for the night. Opting for a secluded spot inside of a cave, the two of you cooked dinner together and chatted about your day and the plans for tomorrow. It was a particularly chilly night, even within the shelter of the cave and a small campfire you had cobbled together to keep you both warm, so your companion decided to cuddle up to you and fall asleep sitting in your lap

You didn't really mind, it had been a long day and snuggling up together would keep you warm throughout the night. Though when they began to stir in their sleep, you truly didn't expect what would come next....

He was sleeping peacefully, a rare occurrence seeing as he didn't actually need to sleep the way humans do, when soft moans began leaving his lips. Wanderer was now squirming in your lap, grasping at the hand wrapped around his waist. Was he having a nightmare? You knew he was prone to those rather frequently...

The way his thighs squeezed together and the whine that filled the cave made you realize that this wasn't a nightmare... He was definitely having a wet dream, and with the way his ass grinded against you, you were quickly becoming aroused too

You tested the waters by placing a hand on his thigh, his head pressed back against your shoulder and he gasped in his sleep. Your hand trailed upwards until you brushed over his clothed cock, already semi-hard and dribbling a bit of precum, twitching from the tiny bit of contact

Wanderer humped at the hand that was now cupping his erection, applying just enough pressure to satisfy his needs. He continued rutting against you and you lifted your hips slightly, just to feel a bit of friction and press your own member against his ass

His thrusts sped up as he neared his climax, his breath tickling your skin as he released sweet moans into the crook of your neck. You hummed in satisfaction when you felt the growing wet spot from his orgasm, his muscles going slack as he relaxed against you once more

-

Xiao didn't like to sleep, preferring to watch over you all night while you get ample sleep. Tonight, however, you managed to convince him to rest with you. His back pressed against your chest, sitting between your legs while you leaned against the wall, you began to doze off once you were sure he had fallen asleep

You pressed your lips against his neck, leaving a few kisses and nuzzling closer, the soft gasp that left him next caught you off guard. You pressed another kiss to a particularly sensitive spot on his neck and Xiao suddenly moaned out your name

Considering how your darling yaksha usually ended up having terrible nightmares, you figured you would try to help him have a pleasant one for once. He whined when you began sucking on his neck, leaving marks on all of his sweet spots. Your hand slipped in his pants, quickly finding his arousal and palming him over his underwear

Xiao's hips bucked into your every touch, chasing every instance of contact in order to bring himself closer to orgasm. You pushed his underwear to the side and started rubbing him faster, massaging the head of his cock with your palm and using his precum as lube, creating lewd wet sounds as you jerked him off

Xiao cried out your name as he came all over your hand, his cum leaving a wet mess inside of his pants

-

The rain poured down, lulling the archon in your arms to sleep rather quickly. Venti had made himself comfortable in your lap, straddling your thighs and hugging you close, burying his face in your neck before dozing off. The sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside put you in a sort of trance, only breaking out of it when you felt Venti shift in your lap

It sounded like he whined in his sleep, but you weren't too sure since it was muffled. Then he shifted again, wiggling his hips and clutching your shirt tighter. Another whine escaped him, and you were sure that's what it was this time. He seemed restless, wiggling around more and more, rubbing his face against you like a cat

You whispered his name, your breath fanning against the shell of his ear, “Hey, Venti? Honey? ” That's when he suddenly thrust his hips forward, gasping at the friction. You were a bit taken aback by all of this, though still turned on nonetheless

How could you not be when your darling was making such sweet noises and humping you in his sleep? You couldn't just let him suffer like this. So your hands slid down his back until they reached his soft ass and squeezed, pushing him further against your clothed member

Venti instinctually began grinding against you, continuing to moan as you dry humped him back. The friction eventually tipped him over the edge, crying out your name as he spilled all over himself, your own orgasm following soon after. You were definitely going to tease him about this when he wakes up

-

Camping with him was a regular occurrence, you were traveling across seven nations with him, after all. Aether cozying up in your lap wasn't surprising either, the days were long and tiring and given how much you two had seen together, most nights he just wanted to collapse against you and drift away for a while

You held him close, arms cradled around his sleeping form and his head resting on your chest. He remained relatively still for several minutes, then he started squirming a bit, sighing and nuzzling his face into your chest. You rubbed his arm reassuringly, hoping that he wasn't about to have another nightmare about his sister

Aether's sighs slowly turned into what sounded like... moaning? Soft moans paired with his thighs squeezing together as he continued to stir in his sleep. It dawned on you that this might not be a nightmare... The sound of him calling your name drew your attention to his face, scrunched up in frustration

Aether grasped at your shirt, his hips bucking at the air. You took the unconscious hint and placed a hand in between his legs, he was already hard. He thrust into your touch, even with the layer of clothing dulling the sensation of your hand on him, he still cried out for you. You moved your hand along the outline of his dick, jerking him off as best as you could in this position

Your pace increased until Aether's hips stuttered forward, keening as he made a mess of his pants, your harsh stroking ceased and allowed him to go slack. You chuckled at how cute he was, desperate for relief even in his sleep. Kissing the top of his head, you adjusted yourself before squeezing him closer and drifting off to sleep

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He just woke up and he might need a hand 👀💦

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"You look cute in the morning sunshine"

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horny thoughts ! bc this is all i can write rn ig other things are in progress i swear ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

könig who can't get enough of how you react when he finally opens you up enough to bottom out inside you. he knows his size and your limits, and he never pushes in too fast, always makes sure to keep his face and hands between your thighs until you're boneless and making the sheets wet with your cum and his spit. and it's always worth it. he loves it all, he loves doing just about anything you'll let him do to you; but the way desperately grab at him, how you choke on the air you try to pull in, the way you always whine and grind your hips into his to get him to start moving when they meet your thighs or ass is his favorite part.

"be patient, hase, i don't want to hurt you," he'll say while he grinds down into you, always making your back arch and your brain empty without fail. "you want me to make you feel good, right? i will, liebling, i promise. can you be good for me and wait? i know you can, you're always so good for me," könig whispers, always pressing himself close to you. he runs his hands over your body, massaging the pressure points that push whiny moans through your puffy lips.

you always cling to him so tightly, digging your nails into his arms and shoulders and back, trying so hard to ground yourself from how stuffed you are as he rolls his hips to push in even deeper. könig loves how you clutch onto him; he gets the idea to tie your hands to the headboard one day, just to see how desperate you would get. you almost cried, nearly-incoherently begging for him to please, please let you touch him before he unties you. he almost feels bad. "shh, it's alright hase, don't cry. i'll make it up to you. what do you want me to do, hm? tell me, süß, what can i do?"

and once he eventually starts dragging his thick cock back and sinking back in, könig commits to heart every noise you make, every whimper and moan and whine for when he gets deployed. he memorizes how your body reacts, how your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open. how your legs shake and you arch your back and try to push your hips into his to match his thrusts as he steadily quickens his pace.

könig who's just so in love with how you react to him <3

hase = "bunny" , liebling = "darling" , süß = "sweet" (u should look up the pronunciation) , also sowwy for the uber amount of tags lol (*￣▽￣)b

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"You look cute in the morning sunshine"

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