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pls help... i--- also the spacing is weird and I don’t know how to fix it >:<

discord mod! eren x twitch streamer! fem! reader x donator! armin

warnings: dubcon, manipulation, eren is kind of an incel, parasocial relationship with armin, toxic relationship with eren, eren is kind of the readers pimp, cussing, reader is called dumb a lot, webcam sex, fingering, m!masterbation, use of drugs (alcohol), singular mention of breeding and oral, bimbo! reader, overly trusting! reader, threesome (sort of), dom! eren, sub! reader, switch(?) armin, half edited, nothing too bad i dont think, please let me know if i missed anything!

dark content warning, pls be 18+ to read

Discord Moderator! Eren who found you when you first started streaming. He reached out first, of course, becoming one of the prominent voices in your chat. He found your personal socials, reaching out to you under the guise of helping you out with your account. He knew all the ins and outs that you simply weren’t aware of. He introduced you to discord, taught you how to set up your own server so you could interact with fans. He was such a gentleman too! Didn’t make you feel dumb at all when you were confused about something! He simply just helped you.

Or rather, maybe, he used your inexperience- your innocence against you.

Who could tell? You were too kind, looking past all of his weird remarks about your body. His creepy comments were probably just jokes anyway! This was probably just how friends talked to each other! You could trust him. You thought you could at least. Convinced yourself you could.

Of course, when you started to get more popular, and everything became too overwhelming he offered to become your moderator! He could help you with everything. You trusted him enough at that point either way. You were starting to feel like he was really your friend. It made you ecstatic! You could only imagine how hard it would be to make friends online, but you had Eren to help guide you the whole way. He was such a great guy.

You listened when he told you not to respond to the other streamers that reached out to you. They were just out for you, to use you. He would never use you. He cared about you. Of course he did.

He made you believe so, anyway, and that’s all that was really needed.

He had already caught the pretty little butterfly in his web, all he needed to do now was to make sure he was the only one to get to devour you for dinner. It was all you were really good for anyway, a cute little piece ass that was for him and him alone.

No one else.

Or so he thought, at least.

But that’s when something- someone decided to show up. Someone he wasn’t sure what to do with. He always knew what to do with people- you especially. How to get what he wanted out of them, but this guy... this guy was strange. Someone he could never understand. His ideals were too far out of reach for Eren’s scope of knowledge.

He had a boring name, just a bunch of letters and numbers. They tuned into your stream every night without fail. He never said anything in the chat, but his donations… they were… insane, really. Stream after stream it was hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars. The only times he actually said anything were to ask you about your personality, things you cared about, the occasional how was your day. Like he actually wanted to get to know you.

How could anyone actually give a shit about that?

Eren, your oh so loyal moderator, had no clue. As far as Eren was concerned you were only a pretty little doll for the world to look at. No one really gave a shit about anything other than how cute you were, how hot you looked on stream, how much your tits were out. As far as he was concerned your personality didn’t matter. It didn’t to him. So why did it to one random fucking simp in your chat?

One thing was clear to him though, he was going to milk this son of a bitch for all he was worth.

It started out simple, convincing you that having a private chat in your discord with the two of them just made sense! He was practically your sugar daddy; it would be helpful to get to know him better so he might donate to you more. When you told Eren that just felt icky to you, he brushed you off. Said that he knew better and to just trust him.

He couldn’t believe you were stupid enough to listen.

But then again, you were stupid enough to trust him already.

But maybe that’s why your fans loved you so much.

You were just plain dumb.

The conversations started simple enough… but eventually Eren moved to voice chatting, then private video game streams just for your top donator. All of course for a price. One that you didn’t know about. Behind the scenes Eren orchestrated everything. Your anonymous donator would send him money directly in order to have private chats with you, all while Eren pocketed everything behind the scenes.

When Eren first messaged Armin about the idea Armin was… nervous to say the least. He had never planned to get closer to you. He didn’t even really mean to find you! He was just bored after work one day, scrolling through his laptop when he found a link to one of your streams. It was pure curiosity and boredom that drove him to click it. The monotony of his daily life had been slowly wearing him down, but when you appeared on his screen so bright eyed and bushy tailed, he couldn’t help but become enamored.

Just your presence breathed the life back into him that he thought he had lost. He understood perfectly why so many people watched you. You were amazing. Too perfect for him, too perfect for this hellish world.

It wasn’t until he got drunk one night that he sent you his first donation. He was being pessimistic in the moment, existential about everything really. Why did anything matter, why were people so scared of death. So he asked you what your biggest fear was, the alcohol fueling his confidence in the moment. He remembered your answer like you just said it yesterday. He didn’t know how but through that one interaction made you made him feel like the only man that existed. The only one that truly mattered. Any depressing thoughts washed out of him just like that.

You had him hooked.

He had the money to spare, might as well spend it on something he cared about. Something that kept him happy. Something that kept him moving forward. The chats, the private streams, the donations had all been just so he could support you in the same way you had supported him. He didn’t mind.

That’s how he ended up in this situation. A message in his inbox asking if he wanted a private show. Webcams on both ends.

He was going to agree, he had to. It made him anxious to no end, but this was practically everything he could have wanted. The chance to talk to you face to face, to thank you for everything you’ve done for him. He knew he was slightly deluded to think anything would come from it, but he knew he just wanted to see you.

He would have to buy a nicer webcam. He wanted you to think well of him, even if it was just for a few minutes.

When the day finally came, he was a complete nervous wreck. He didn’t sleep at all the night before, but he tried to look his best. He wore one of his nice button downs and a pair of slacks. He got his hair done professionally and even wore cologne. He had no clue why; it wasn’t like you would actually see that much of him anyway. But alas, he sat by his laptop waiting for the call of his lifetime.

Yet, when it finally did connect, he was astonished- didn’t know what to think.

No one would if they were in the situation he was in.

Because there you were, sitting on who he could only presume to be your moderator, Eren’s lap in nothing but a sweater, your underwear, and thigh high socks. Your legs were spread wide as Eren slowly circled around your poor little clit with his fingers, eliciting the cutest little whimpers from you.

What was this? What was going on? What were you doing?

He gasped out your name, making your head turn towards the screen. Your face was flushed; you looked like a little bitch in heat, finger in your mouth trying to stop you from moaning. His pants quickly became much to tight; much too uncomfortable. He was shocked, nervous, had no clue what to do in the situation; but his eyes refused to leave the screen. This was something that could only happen in his dreams- literally.

He wasn’t processing things correctly, how could he be? He had no clue this was what the call was going to be like! This didn’t feel right, none of it did. But then he heard you moan. Your gorgeous little moan.

Suddenly things felt a lot more right.

Eren chuckled at your little display; it was cute. Both how you and Armin reacted. At least now Eren could prove to Armin, prove to the both of you that you were his to fuck. His to have, no one else’s. You were his whole to use as he pleased, and Armin would never have it. Poor little him, at least he would get a show out of it right?

It was time to get to the main event.

Soon he pushed your cute little pair of underwear to the side. It wasn’t even covering much at that point; your little cunt had already soaked most of it through. You were so sloppy, a lot more than Eren had expected. He that was okay, just meant it would be easier to fuck some sense into you. Maybe that was for another time.

You tried to shut your legs so the blonde couldn’t see; this was too embarrassing. When Eren first mentioned it to you he made it sound so pretty. Just a private little show for Armin, help you two get closer. You two could meet up so he could be in person to calm your nerves! He could give you rewards on camera for being good! But now that you saw what kind of show he was talking about… now… now you were unsure. You looked from the screen to Eren, for reassurance, for something, but alas, he just sighed and shook his head at you.

He was surprised you had any common sense at all.

Sure hadn’t seemed like it.

He easily spread your legs open again without sending a glance to you, not like you deserved his attention anyway and began to pull your underwear down your legs. You whined at him, used your arms to push against his hands but he held you back with one of his own. You were far too weak to actually do anything. Eren knew it. Soon your legs were spread once again, your dripping cunt on full display.

“C’mon pretty girl… Don’t be bad for me… Let him see you, yeah? All of you…” He mumbled, leaving wet kisses along your neck. “you don’t want to be bad, do you? You want this just as much as he does… Look at yourself…”

And that was really all you needed for him to convince you that it was okay. You trusted him, he would never, could never lead you astray. Plus, the way he kissed you felt so nice… he could make you feel nice. And Armin did deserve it… he did so much for you… he was your biggest fan. That deserved… something right? That was what Eren always told you anyway.

Eren had always made it too hard for you to think anyway.

His fingers slowly found your clit once again, the electric shock of the direct contact ran through your entire system. Your skin felt like it was being set ablaze in the cool crimson sky from a simple touch alone.

Being with someone like this, it was better than you ever could have expected. The fact was set in stone when your eyes met Armin’s crystal blue ones. The look on his face- it drove you completely crazy. Made your head go fuzzy. His flushed cheeks, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, the look of pure bliss in his eyes all convinced you beyond reasonable doubt that this was more then okay. Better than okay, really.

Eren stared down at you with a bored expression; you were so easy. Such a silly little bimbo. He really couldn’t believe you were so easily bent to his will this whole time. It would be so much fun when he finally turned you into his fuck hole. But patience was a virtue. He knew all the waiting would be worth it in due time.

When he finally thrusted one of his fingers into your wet little hole, he was sure of it. Your walls clamped around his finger as you threw your head back, moaning out his name. You looked prettier than you ever had before. He knew this is what you were built for.

He would prove it to you soon enough.

Armin really couldn’t handle it anymore. It would be okay. It would be okay, right? He really didn’t care. He might not have another chance like this. He needed to engrain it in his brain forever. At that point he felt absolutely no shame in pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. His hand wrapped around it almost immediately, trying to imagine he was the one in that room with you. That he was the one making you feel so good.

That he was the one to make your eyes roll back, your nails to dig into his thighs instead of Erens’. That you could be his for real, and not just in his head. When you looked at him, saw what he was doing and weren’t grossed out he melted inside. You were okay with this; you were okay with him.

More than okay with, honestly. The sight of his beautiful cock in his hand, pumping up and down it had you drooling. You wished he was there. You wished you could suck it and make him feel good too, but right now you couldn’t. Eren must’ve taken note that your interest had moved to the screen, rather then on him. Where it should be.

He wanted it back.

First a second finger, then a third were thrust into without concern, giving you absolutely no time to adjust to the intrusion. Your brain went blank again, getting lost in the pleasure of him. Him.

Only him.

The knot in your stomach began to coil as his fingers sped up, his thumb finding your clit once again. If Eren thought you were sloppy before, you could only imagine what he was thinking now. You couldn’t think though. Couldn’t think past wanting his dick inside of you, breeding you so full of him. Maybe he would let Armin be there too, filling your mouth up so well. You would swallow for him like a good girl. You just knew you would.

But alas, Eren wouldn’t be so kind to give you that. Not for a long time anyway. Not until you devoted yourself to him and only him.

Your daydream was cut short when Eren finally hit that gummy spot inside you, the one that made your toes curl and your blood pressure rise. You knew you wouldn’t make it for very long, that coil was so so tight, you knew it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You wanted to tell him, you really did, but your whimpers, your moans, and every little cussword between made it almost impossible to. All you could do was look up at him with tears in your eyes, begging him to just let you. Lucky for you, Eren could tell. He was almost proud of you for being able to hold on as long as you did.

“Go ahead pretty… just let it all out for me yeah? Show Armin just what he’s doing to you. He won't mind. Be my dirty little slut yeah?”

Finally, you let go. Letting that euphoric bliss wash over you in waves. Your eyes saw stars and you trembled in Eren’s tight grip. You swear that you had never felt better than you had in that moment. You never wanted it to end. Maybe if you were lucky, it wouldn’t.

As Armin watched you come undone, he swore it was the most beautiful sight in the world. Too beautiful, maybe. Beautiful enough to lead him into his own orgasmic bliss, shooting thick ropes of his cum onto his hand. He wished it was on your face, in your mouth, anywhere else really. He just wished he could be with you.

Eren sat there watching. Waiting. He saw the both of you panting, worn out from everything that just occurred. It was all going exactly according to his plan. Maybe next time Eren would let Armin watch as he took your virginity. If he paid the right price, of course.

Slowly, Armin began to recover. A lot faster than you. He wasn’t sure what to say or to do. He was still a tab bit lost in everything that just happened. He didn’t really know what to think. He searched the screen for the right answer, but only saw Eren smirking, your hand starting to palm him over his pants. Begging for more. Armin hoped he would get to see more too. He wanted to imagine it was him. Not Eren.

“I—” Armin started to say, hoping to break the ice, but was cut off with Eren directing his attention to him. Armin couldn’t comprehend how utterly small a look alone could make him feel. But he finally understood what a deer in the headlights felt like.

Eren wanted to laugh, he really did at how pathetic Armin was. But that would have been dumb. So all he did was smile. Smile and then…

Click.

You were gone.

next time... at least there was hope.

navi

taglist: @taixju

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uhm so about the gods/adepti poker game 👀

would it be possible for me to request a version of this with the liyue characters? (yunnie, xingqiu, beidou, zhongli, etc?) the characters mentioned above are all optional, but I’ve been on a xingqiu/yunnie brainrot and— I just need some content there isn’t enough uhm Ik I’m ranting but please im thirsting rn AGH

anyways, love your work! looking forward to seeing what you write next haha :)

Pervert Xingqiu back n better then ever >:) nothing can stop a manipulative rich kid on their power trip >:) might be a bit darker then you wanted sorry :/ just send another ask and i can try to make a more dubcon-y one :)

xingqiu x fem! reader (w/ chongyun and others not explicitly mentioned)

warnings: noncon, more so dubcon near the end, gambling, manipulation, voyerism, gangbang, imbalance of power, gaslighting? mayhaps, vaginal penitration, handjobs, lack of proper preparation, unedited bc my laptop is being a meanie >:(, pls lmk if theres another one you can think of!

18+ dark content warning

- No no but like hear me out (mostly bullet point sorry heheh)... the elite has underground gambling circles in which they trade off their wealth, businesses, pretty much anything to try and get money. Xingqiu has his own as well, however, he got much too tired of just gambling away money. He had too much of it for it to actually mean anything. Instead, he wanted something much more valuable, people’s dignities.

- once a month he would hold a very special invite only game

- the rules were simple: everyone had to bring a partner and the one with the lowest hand had to strip

- well, the person playing didn’t, but their partner did

- and whoever lost first

- well, lets just say they were in for a rough night

- Xingqiu was a new friend of yours- you were frankly ecstatic to meet him

- Even more so when he invited you to play a game of poker with his friends!

- It’s safe to say you were swept up off your feet. A noble, a vision user was talking to you! How could you not be?

- Except… now that you were sitting there, you were a little more… well, confused to say the least

- If this was supposed to be a poker game, then how come you weren’t ever delt any cards?

- Ah, maybe he just invited you to watch! That would make much more sense. You didn’t really have a clue how to gamble anyway

- But wait… why were the other people’s partners taking their clothes off? That didn’t make sense at all.

- You tried to think the best of things, and when that failed, tried to find a way out but every exit was blocked off by guards

- w-well maybe it wouldn’t be so bad!

- it was a hope that was quickly fleeting when you start to see xingqiu loose

- he would brush it off! It was just his first time! Bad luck of the draw! It wouldn’t happen again so you shouldn’t worry!

- You should trust him; his friends were the one to come up with this! He just went along to not upset them, and you should too. Don’t worry! He wouldn’t lose again!

- In the end he somehow convinced you to play along- it wasn’t like you had much of a choice anyway

- so, you believed him

- and at first, he wasn’t lying! He didn’t loose for another few hands

- But then… the look he gave to Chongyun gave it all away to the rest of the table

- soon he started loosing hand after hand

- and you had to strip piece by piece until you were left with nothing but your underwear

- he convinced you that it would all be okay

- he manipulated you into believing that this was normal, and that nothing bad was going to happen

- he cared about you, had your best interests at heart! He promised.

- if you did fight back, he would just restrain you and do it himself anyway.

- you were hoping against all hope that he would turn around and start to win

- but as the cards were laid out on the table, the panic began to rise as the other girls got to exit the room

“X-Xingqiu I-I don’t want to do this…” but backed into a corner, you didn’t really have any choice.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be okay… I’m so sorry this happened, I didn’t know it was going to, I swear” He lied straight through his teeth. Chongyun wanted to laugh at his friends attempts to be sympathetic. He knew it was all an act- everyone in the room knew that. It was so painfully obvious to see.

The way his hands were on your hips, slowly guiding you to the table in the center of the room. The way his hips were pressed so tightly against your own. It was even hard for Xingqiu to contain the smile he was holding back. The way we pulled off your last article of clothing with no remorse. The way he found excitement in the fact you were completely bare in a room full of fully dressed men. Legs spread by no one other then him.

Maybe your brain was going to haywire to realize what was happening, maybe it was trying to block it out. Only the gods knew, really. You could feel everything going on, but did not have the mental compacity you properly react to it. To try to run away. You were simply at a disadvantage.

He knew all of this and used it to make his move. Softly coaxing you with praise that it would all be over soon, and you had nothing to worry about. You want to believe him, but when something hard began to prod at your unprepared hole.

He wasn’t a man of teasing; he was a man of action. Lucky for you he would use oil to help out. Maybe he would even use the aphrodisiac oils his family specially prepared. Maybe he would be slow and gentle with you, as if you were a delicate flower.

“Don’t worry… you’ll be okay… after this I’ll treat you real nice, okay?” He smiled down at you, finally forcing his cock in with a heavy groan. “Clean you up, take you to a bath house and treat you like a real princess. Just hold out for me yeah? You’re so perfect… you can do this for me cant you?”

His words messed with your head. You really didn’t know anything that was happening, but the praise felt nice. Maybe he would too after a while. As your walls became more soaked you could almost convince yourself of it now. Xingqiu wouldn’t lie to you, probably.

You hoped so.

But one thing did become all the more clear as another blue haired man placed his cock in the palm of your hand, it would be a long night. And you wouldn’t be leaving until everyone had their turn with you.

Maybe it would feel good. Maybe you could handle it like he wanted. And if you could then maybe you just might get invited back next month :)

As the night continued on, you might just decide being a reoccurring member wouldn’t be so bad :)

navi

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